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Such Stuff as Dreams are Made Ch. 01

By: solvemymystery



Prologue

"Remember," he used to say, patting my head as I studied at the kitchen table, "context is everything. Everything you study in school and life is nothing but a collection of meaningless facts unless you know the stories that surround it. Context puts the leaves on trees and the sun in the sky. It is the bad breakfast that re-writes history, the bus ride that inspires relativity, the love that composes sonnets and builds cathedrals. It is the story not the fact that changes the world, the means rather than the end by which it is changed. Context is the story, context is the means."

Context: it was Dad's catchphrase, his rule of thumb, the abiding principle by which he lived his life. And though I didn't think so back then, the older I get the more I agree with him. One can observe a scene with one's own eyes -- a bag wafting in a breeze, say, snow falling from a black sky, or two lovers filming themselves in bed -- but without knowing the context, one is little more than a voyeur, and what one sees will likely fade from memory before the day is through. But throw in the context -- the apocalypse that imbues a single plastic bag with memories of all that has been lost; the woman gazing out at the snow and laughing as she remembers making snow angels on her fifth birthday; the girl who for years didn't dare reveal her exhibitionist craving for fear of rejection, but who now fucks wantonly in front of the camera, filled with love for this man who accepted and encouraged her to be herself -- and these events suddenly mean something greater than the sight ever could. 

This book, too, is about context. Aren't they all? But tell me at the end: how much more arousing does that film become, for the context I recount here. 

Chapter One

Were we to meet sometime - in a bar or on the street - and I were to introduce myself as Amelia Rose, you would be unlikely to know who I was. But just perhaps, if you were to peer closely into my eyes, you might find a hint of recognition. I'm a little older now, perhaps less perky than once I was, but that age has taught me never to underestimate the shock that registers on someone's face when they realise from where that recognition stems. Particularly women. There have been two customers in the past year or so who have turned a terrible colour of puce when they made the connection. But -- in case this story inspires you to stop by -- please don't be embarrassed. I am proud that just the memory of me is enough to turn complete strangers on. If you've enjoyed the film, don't shrink back and make your excuses: sit down, share a coffee with me, and I'll tell you all about it. Because that is what sex and nudity should be: a means of bringing people together. 

I am 29 now, married, and running an independent bookshop. We have the best fiction section in England, a very loyal customer base and a pretty unrivalled collection of erotic literature to boot. Whether you want to discover something a little out of left field, international writers of global acclaim such as Elfriede Jelinek, the backlist of classic authors like Guiseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa, or the latest Philip Pullman, you will find it here, right alongside erotic collections, confessions, and sex guides. And when you bring the book to the counter I will smile, regardless of whether you recognise me or not. 

I remain much the same person I was aged eighteen: a voracious reader, compulsive book buyer, and obsessive dreamer. I tend to live in my head somewhat more than most people, fantasising the day away, but there's nothing I like more than turning these fantasies into reality. My husband and I -- and occasionally some of our closest friends -- have a pretty fulfilling sex life, all things considered.

Only last month, for instance, we got together with Anna and Ben and spent a weekend screwing each other senseless at their house. The liberation I feel letting myself go in the company of those I love is a little like that I imagine a toddler feels when jumping into the ball pit at a party with their parent watching on. There is exploration and a little fear, but with it a sense of individual exertion, of pushing oneself to the very limit of enjoyment. 

My mind is perhaps best compared to an ocean of champagne: there is vastness, there is effervescence - and, if you're not used to it, the effect can be quite overpowering. There's not a great deal I haven't tried sexually in the last decade and I have to thank some wonderful friends for helping bring my fantasies to life. 

The only cloud on an otherwise blue horizon is a fear that one day I might lose this power of imagination. That I might one day be overtaken by dementia, left a hollow shell of a person, is more than I can bare. Ever since I first heard of Alzheimer's it has terrified me. A couple of months ago an elderly gentleman came into the shop looking for help in getting to the hospital. Although I helped him as much as I could, I was engulfed by a sense of the utter loneliness of forgetting. What torture must it be to live life without point of reference; without being able to sit in a chair and cast the mind back to a beautiful day in June when the flowers were in bloom, a plane floated overhead, and life was full of possibility? 

What beauty can exist without memory? The mere thought of that emptiness is too much for me to bear. Confronted with this horrific possibility, I have decided to put my life onto paper, so as to save some of my memories for posterity. Even if sometime in the future I have completely forgotten everything else in my life, I will be able to take this book off my shelf and relive it all, from the first tentative plans, to the glorious culmination of all my dreams and fantasies. 

You probably don't need me to describe exactly how amazing that weekend was; I think it was obvious from the glazed look in my eyes. But for those of you who haven't seen the video, and for my blank future memory, I shall start at the beginning...

Back in the late 1990's my friends and I caused a stir on the internet -- e-famous before YouTube even existed. You see, when we were still fresh faced, virgin teenagers, we made a movie which somehow found its way onto the internet to be watched by thousands of hungry eyes. You remember that couple, Diane and Mike, who said they would lose their virginity live on the internet? Well, ours was like that, except that ours wasn't live. Oh, and unlike theirs, it wasn't a hoax. We did it. For a whole weekend we explored, investigated, and fucked. What a weekend it was.

Sometimes, now, the video appears on xhamster, PornHub, or other erotic video sites. You can even buy it, pirated of course, on DVD in some adult stores. It has passed the test of time with flying colours. And given the reception of critics and punters alike, that is no surprise. One critic described it as "pornography to end all pornography," the sort of amateur video "you dream about in your wildest fantasies but never expect to see." Another critic wrote, slightly flamboyantly: "You know this kind of thing must be out there somewhere, hidden in people's bedside cabinets or in a false case behind the normal videos, but you never expect it to become brazenly available. Pretty quickly, when you watch porn for a living, you become inured to almost everything; you lose the belief that there is anything in the world which can make your jaw drop and your chest clench. But here it is; this video of six teenage virgins took my breath away. It lasts for an astonishing 12 hours, each second of which is packed with the most exhibitionistic, joyous sex you can imagine. If there is ever one example of pornography to convert the reluctant or demonstrate the depths of joy available to the human body, then this is it." My favourite came from a very well known female director, "it is one thing to see a good amateur group sex video for they are two a penny. But never have I seen an amateur video which actually shows people voluntarily and excitedly losing their virginities. And they don't lose their virginities in a safe, cuddly, amateur sort of wide angle shot way. This video fits into every category you can imagine: amateur, teen, lesbian, anal, group, small breasts, big breasts, point of view, bi-sexual, gay. It has everything anyone could ever dream of and is the first genuinely must see video of the internet generation. It is sweet and it is loving and it is hot as hell. I only wish I'd been there with them."

High praise indeed. We are all proud of that video which exists in the ether, showing the world the story of our sexual discovery. It was self filmed and thoroughly, entirely, 100% genuine. No fake-tans in sight. No bottle-blonde hair or fake breasts, no hairy men with dancing pecks and cocks that cum on demand. No impossibly loud moaning, faked orgasms, or stupid plots. Well, not until the spoof script we enacted, anyway. Just six normal people discovering the pleasures of sex, naturally, amongst each other. From scratch.

This is the story of that wonderful weekend, and the movie that changed my life forever. If I can have only one memory in the future, I hope it will be this one. I have always wanted to be a writer and, since experts always say you should write about what you know, I'm doing just that. And what do I know better than that weekend? I relive it in my head regularly. I even watch the video occasionally. That weekend was then, and remains today, the most amazing experience of my life. And now, I bequeath it to you...

To understand the background I must take you back a few months earlier. It must have been December 1998 and I was lying in bed when the idea came to me. Well, when I say 'lying,' what I mean is that I was sprawled out, semi naked on my bed, legs splayed wide, right hand glued to my pussy while my left hand danced its way up and down my body, stopping to caress my breasts and tweak my nipples, bringing every inch of my skin alive. I was small and feisty, a little under 5'2". My naked breasts, freed from the bra which was now pulled up to leave the little orbs exposed, heaved in puddles on my chest, round and pert with ultra-sensitive nipples poking straight out into the cool air. My long brown hair fanned out from my head and my hips bucked with each thrust of my middle and index fingers. My public hair was long and untrimmed, the scent of my sex clinging to each strand and filling the air with a heady aroma.

I was enjoying my usual fantasy about my best friend Anna. For many years we had spent Friday nights together, watching movies, listening to music, gossiping, doing homework, laughing and so on; all the things that teenage girls do together. We had been best friends since we started school when we were only five years old, and had remained almost inseparable throughout that time. Like me, Anna had undergone some pretty major changes since she was five, growing from a small energetic child with blonde pony tail who liked to chase the boys around the playground into a studious teenager with a cute nose and blonde curls which cascaded across her face, partially covering her blue eyes and rosy cheeks. She ran for the cross-country team and seemed to get straight A's in anything she tried. She was tall, (5'10") with long legs and a body well toned from hours of training. Her breasts were smallish, a b cup at most, her stomach infuriatingly flat. I craved her figure. All the guys at school fancied her. But, like me, she had never had a proper boyfriend. I guess she was too busy winning races and studying to fit a love life in. Or maybe she didn't know how to start. For some people, relationships come easy as a teenager. For others it's a bit harder. But that doesn't mean we didn't have womanly urges. I knew, because I had seen her masturbate. And she had seen me.

It all began about a year earlier. Well actually, it all began one day when I was off school on my own, rolling around the house bored. It was a cold winter day and the heating was turned up high, frosting up the windows on the outside. I was bored of playing computer games, didn't feel like reading, and there was nothing to watch on TV. It was the sort of day young teenagers grow used to. The sky outside was grey and close. All I wanted to do was hide in bed. 

I don't know what it was exactly that set me off that day. I didn't stumble over a secret stash of pornography, or read something racy or anything like that. But suddenly, from nowhere, I had the urge to touch myself. No, it was more than to touch myself, I wanted to put something inside me and see what it felt like. I'm not even sure that I knew what I wanted was sexual. It seemed normal, like the need to eat or use the bathroom. I walked around the house for the next hour or so, naked from the waste down, searching for the perfect implement upon which to impale myself, testing everything from empty wine bottles to Aboriginal music sticks. I guess my hymen must have been broken during childhood, playing sport or something. The implements went in easily enough. But, like a modern day, sexually liberated Goldilocks, everything was too big or too small, too hot or too cold. My legs were growing a little damp, as though I had peed myself, but nothing I slid into my vagina felt as I hoped it would. They all left me feeling unfulfilled in an indescribable way. With each failure, my desire to find something right grew stronger. 

Eventually, I came across a vibrating pen in my brother's desk draw. It was purple and had a strange multi-armed monster at its top. You could retract the pen nib so it formed a gently tapered phallus, not dissimilar to a large wine bottle stop. I had a feeling the moment I saw it that it was what I had been looking for. Standing up, I spread my legs and gently, my pussy well lubricated but still tight, slid the pen inside me. In doing so, my wrist brushed against the switch which turned on the vibrations. 

Oh my God. I gasped and almost fell over. As I held it in place fully inserted, the tingling, bubbling, vibrations overtook me. They reached up into my stomach and down to my toes. I had no idea what was happening. Every sensation was a thousand times more intense than it had been before. I felt on the cusp of something big, without any idea what it might be. It was like standing at the end of a pier, and looking down through the rotting boards into an ocean of champagne. There was vastness there, and effervescence too. And, to the uninitiated, it had a rather overpowering effect which left me thoroughly disorientated. I could feel my vagina engorge around it, there was a tingling all across the area which seemed to exist at the same time on my skin and deep down inside of me.

I pulled the pen out and felt my lips cling to it. The moment it was gone I wanted it back. I sat down on the edge of my brother's bed and pulled my legs up to make my vagina more accessible. Then, slowly, I slid it back inside me. The vibrations were deep and powerful, like an organ in church, and I was shocked to discover how much cavernous space there was lurking inside me. I wanted to make the vibrations louder, to make them fill me up completely.

While one of my hands held it still, my other hand stroked across my skin, absurdly aware of how sensitive it was. The skin across my stomach was on fire. My breath caught, then became ragged. I could feel something building deep down inside of me. I had no idea what it was, but I knew it was coming, unavoidably, and I didn't want to stop it. My hand continued up to my chest where it found my newly forming breasts and caressed them gently. I was acting on instinct. It was as if the history of female sexuality shouted down to me through the generations, guiding my hand. When my fingers made contact with my nipple, my whole body jumped. I pulled the pen out, and it brushed against my clitoris. My breathing became ragged. There it was, washing over me, a warm feeling as though I existed on the point of a needle, huge and tiny at the same time. My body clenched down upon the pen, gripping it firmly. It lasted only a matter of seconds. Then the sensations began ebbing away, and I was left thoroughly, wonderfully, satisfied.

I lay there for a long time, letting the warmth wash over me. Perhaps I fell asleep. I cannot now remember. But eventually I had to get up and return things to their rightful place. I spent most of the afternoon thinking about what had happened. Over the next couple of days I couldn't resist trying it again to much the same result. I don't know when I realised what I was actually doing. All I knew was that it felt good. Sometimes I found myself craving the strange sensations that the pen gave me, and no matter how I tried to concentrate on other things, I would return to my brothers room, and ask if I could borrow a pen for me homework. He nodded, barely looking at me, completely unaware of exactly what I was planning to with it.

Over the following months, the pen and I got to know each other better. Or, more exactly, the pen helped me to get to know my own body a lot better. I soon found how sensitive my clitoris was, and how I could get the most immediate pleasure by rubbing it with my finger as I pushed the pen in and out of myself. Later, I found that just holding the vibrating pen to my clit was all it took. What I was doing came naturally to me. Masturbating brought me into communion with the world around with me, and with my burgeoning femininity. Through I not only learned more about myself, but about the entire world. 

It was a grand awakening. I still have the pen, even now. It is tucked safely in my bedside drawer and although it now looks incredibly slim and vibrates far too slowly to satisfy me, I occasionally take it out, run it under my nose, and think back to those first days of discovery. But, as I say, that was only the beginning... 

Anna and I were close; we shared almost everything. At that age I don't know if there was much going on in my life that she wasn't aware of, and vice versa. One Friday night in the middle of December, we sat in her room on top of her bed, with the TV on in the background and a couple of scented candles burning on her nightstand. Anna's bedroom was on the top floor of her parents tall, thin Victorian house. She was an only child, and her parents expected a lot of her. But with this expectation came a degree of freedom. So long as she lived up to their expectations, we were free to enjoy the entire top floor of the house to ourselves.

An old episode of Friends played in the background, the one with all the poker, but we had both seen it many times and were not paying it much attention. A bottle of wine sat between us and we each clutched a full glass in our hands, occasionally taking a long swig and enjoying being grown-up. The room was warm. I was wearing a yellow tank-top and jeans, Anna had on a knee length, sleeveless dress and tights. My big jumper and her cardigan were draped over the chair by her desk and our shoes were lined up by the side of the bed. Everything was perfectly normal.

"Have you done much revision for the mocks yet?"

"Sure," I replied, "a little. But they don't count for anything. No point in doing too much yet."

"That's okay for you to say, but they do count for our university applications. I bet I am going to mess up."

"Oh, come on. You do this every time, and every time things turn out perfectly. You need to relax a little."

"Maybe I always do well because I worry about it so much. Maybe I need the worry to make myself work hard enough."

"Maybe, but whatever I say, you are going to worry. How about we do something else, to take your mind off it." I looked around the room, wondering what we could do, and my eyes passed across the game of Poker taking place on the TV. "Have you got a pack of cards? I always wanted to give poker a try. How about it?"


Such Stuff as Dreams are Made Ch. 02



Chapter 2

There I was, masturbating wildly, fantasising all sorts of new conclusions to that first night with Anna. I dreamed of walking up to her one day and demanding that she return the favour immediately, stripping her, and having her sit on my face right in the middle of the school canteen. I would devour her in front of everyone, and she would scream with pleasure. She would suckle my breasts and then eat me, occasionally pushing her tongue back to lick my butt.

It was then that another girl popped into my head. As my mind dwelled on Anna's moist folds and my tongue imagined her sweet taste, Natalie's joined our public orgy. Natalie was drop dead gorgeous: a long legged, big breasted, teasing smile, pouting lips Goddess gorgeous. Since we shared P.E. lessons, I had seen her semi-naked on a couple of occasions and there was a common, though bitter, consensus that she was one of the prettiest girls in our year.

I didn't know her all that well but there she was, hovered over me, sex wiggling in my face and forcing me to split my tongue between her pussy and Anna's. Her bum wiggled above me, and a tiny moan escaped my lips as my tongue brushed up her slit and into her crack, licking around her puckered hole and tasting whatever musty, forbidden tastes lurked there. That really got me going.

Orgasm was rushing upon me but I wasn't ready to cum yet. This new fantasy was exciting and I wanted to explore it further. Natalie squatted down upon my face, pinning me to the bed and forcing her juicy slit into my eager mouth. Anna had switched around and was now lapping at me vigorously. After Natalie came, explosively, she climbed off and I took her big, firm breasts in my mouth, lathing them with the attention they craved. Her nipples were long and she moaned when I tugged on them with my teeth. I was about to cum and, as the orgasm tore me apart, Owen popped into my mind.

As the orgasm peaked and began to wane, I continued to play with myself. Such was my arousal that the first orgasm had only satisfied the immediate craving. I was still hungry for more, particularly with this beautiful harem taking residence in my mind. Owen had been the male mainstay of my fantasy life for as long as I could remember. Having spent my teenage years at a girls' school, I had very little contact with boys, but the idea of a gorgeous man with a strong nose and slim powerful arms could occupy my mind for hours. I would imagine dropping to my knees in front of him, releasing his penis from a pair of jeans, and sucking him off like a good little whore. I dreamed of learning what it tasted like, how cum would feel as it smacked against my throat, what weird, masculine noises he would make as he came.

These ideas remained abstract. I found it difficult to imagine sex with people I didn't know. And I didn't know many boys. It was much more immediate to imbue my friends with the sexuality I desperately desired. I could then picture their faces in the throes of orgasm, and dream of one day making love to them as I did in my dreams.

The problem with boys was not much desire, as availability. However, I had been friends with Owen and his brother John since we were babies. When we were children we had played doctors and nurses and all sorts of other childhood games which verged on the sexual. I believe my brother and John used to play a game called Pulling Willies when they were toddlers. And when I was 4, Owen even wrote me a letter in which he proposed to "mare me." This episode had gone down in family folklore; it is even framed in one of our photograph albums. I assume it meant he wanted to marry me, but in recent years the bestial idea of being made a mare to his stallion had become an increasingly attractive idea too.

For the past decade or so, ever since I could remember, I had been walking around my everyday life cultivating a grand crush on Owen. And, as with Anna, my ludicrously hormone drenched body had been exposed to him in all its glory.

It had happened two months earlier. I was a horny girl trying to find an outlet for my latent sexuality. I was awkward around boys, had no idea what to say or do to make them notice me, how to be romantic around them, or make them fall in love with me. I had always had the belief that love and sex went hand in hand, and that total abandoned sex was only possible with people you loved. Because of this I had no interest in going out to a club or party like my friends did, of snogging the first boy who bought me a drink or giving myself away for the sake of horniness. I was a quiet girl, uncomfortable in social situations, never good at small talk with people I didn't know well. I was bookish in the very best way. And come the evening, there was nothing I liked more than to run myself a deep, hot bath, pour in some essential oils, lie back and get lost in a good book. I had always loved reading. I read Geek Love and spent weeks trying to imagine what it would be like to be a bald albino dwarf. I read The Bloody Chamber and whispered each and every sensual word to myself as if it contained a deep and dark secret, cloistered within impenetrable forests, which held important truths about the power of human sexuality. I read Midnight's Children and felt the amazing power of fantasy lives to gather everything together and pickle it into one glorious celebration of life.

Through books, I got to live vicariously and experience whatever I wished by proxy. Perhaps that is why I had such a florid fantasy life: there was nothing I enjoyed more than imagining something into existence. And I am still the same. For me, fantasising about sex was as rewarding as actually doing it.

I had no interest in disassociating sex and love, fantasy and reality. I fell in love with my friends all the time, and all I wanted was to get even closer to them, to tear down that final barrier between us and bring our bodies together. But I never did. And the problem with this was that these urges had very few outlets and as a result my horniness occasionally got the better of me and I would find myself doing something inappropriate in front of them.

It was early spring. Thin clouds covered the sky. The air felt warmer than it had been for months. I think it was Good Friday. Certainly it was around the Easter weekend as my brother and I had gone to stay in the country with John and Owen and their parents. For city kids like Ben and I, going to stay with them was like travelling to another planet. We went for walks on our own where there were no other people, where we could splash in pools and stroll though deserted forests. We could make bad murder mystery films in their creaking cottage and play long games of 50-50 in the garden. It was a completely different life to the one we were used to in the city.

John, like my brother Ben, was 18 months older than me, a natural born leader and even more competitive than Anna. He was tanned with Jewish looks, a bright, boyish smile, and eyes which, although usually serious, could, at any moment light up and bring his face alive. Owen was a couple months my senior, a surfer boy with blondish brown floppy hair and infuriatingly smooth skin. He had a bubbly personality, always up for anything, naturally trusting and open. Despite being the only girl with three boys I was never excluded or bullied by the others, we were equals at all times -- except that John was always the leader.

That morning we decided to go and investigate a rope swing somewhere a few miles from their house. The rope was thick and long, knotted at the bottom with earth dug away beneath. To get high enough to swing you had to climb a tree growing precariously from the edge of the hill, its trunk filled with burghs and knots on which to climb higher. It was exhilarating. Each time we jumped, we would climb a little higher, jumping off into nowhere with just the rope to protect us from hurtling to the hard earth below. The morning was warming up all the time; a pile of coats and hats formed at the foot of the tree. Owen proclaimed the benefits of jumping bare-footed, feeling the air rushing around his feet. After that we all had to try. And he was right, it was incredibly refreshing to feel the air brushing our toes, cool, almost too cold, but liberating after months spent wrapped in layers of clothing. I was filled with that feeling you get on the first day of spring, when the air suddenly smells lighter, the light feels brighter, and all of a sudden you feel fantastically, uncontrollably free.

Soon we were pushing it all further and I was getting a little excited by the increasingly tactile wind brushing my skin. First I removed my sweater and jumped in my tank top. Then Owen and Ben removed their tops and jumped bare chest, their vaguely defined pecks hairless and sweaty. There was something powerful and animal-like about them, rugged and unrestrained. Watching them swing, I had the notion that they could take me in their arms and do whatever they wanted with me, and there would be absolutely nothing I could do about it. I was breathless, couldn't wait to jump again. I needed to feel the rough rope between my legs...

When it came to my turn, I couldn't resist taking things further. Acting nonchalant, I pulled off my jeans and tossed them onto the floor. My French knickers hugged my form tightly, not too sheer but showing just a hint of skin underneath. My top was long, hanging down over them. The cool air felt amazing against my thighs. The frayed edge of the rope rubbed aggressively against my thighs. When I got off I was flushed and exposed. I pulled down my tank top to try and cover the damp patch I thought might be forming in my knickers.

"Well, come on guys, you should try taking off those jeans, it feels amazing."

I wanted them to take this game further, much further, into territory my mind raced to imagine. I wanted them to acquiesce, but only if I took off my top, or offer to jump fully naked if I would reciprocate. I wanted to see their cocks bouncing in the wind, or cramped against the rope. I wanted to run the rough contours of the rope over my clit and know that they had been there only minutes before.

Ben walked up the hill and whipped off his trousers to reveal a pair of loose blue boxers. He had always had the most defined body of us all, and his broad back and strong, muscular shoulders seemed at odds with his bland underwear. He had the beginnings of a six pack and there was a path of hair leading down inexorably from his navel.

Without saying anything, he hopped on and swung, the rope slacking before it straightened and pulled tight against his weight. He flew back and forth a few times to loud guffaws and wolf whistles from the rest of us, casually, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. By the time he stopped we were all laughing and joking around and Owen already had his cargo trousers around his ankles, stumbling as he tried to step out of them while taking the rope from Ben.

Owen wore a pair of y-fronts. You could see the outline of his package hidden in there but I was disappointed by how ugly they were. (It's unfair, girls have many more opportunities in the field of hosiery than men. We can chose from thongs and g-strings, French knickers, suspenders, stockings, figure forming underwear that accentuates your butt and sucks in your stomach. And that's not to mention bras. It's a veritable goldmine of titillation. Yet what is there for men? A nice pair of tight boxers looks hot, but y-fronts, thongs, banana hammocks and the like all look ridiculous.)

Owen's body cut through the air with the greatest of ease, and when he landed, I noticed he was smiling, and that the outline in his pants was a little more pronounced than before. I tried hard not to stare. Next was John. Just before he jumped, while he was perched on the tree, rope in one hand, other hand in the air saluting gravity, he turned to me and said: "What are you going to do next, Amelia? Topless?"

It was as if he had anticipated exactly what I wanted to hear, and sent it out to me as a challenge which I couldn't refuse. I was already frustrated that my breasts meant I couldn't jump topless, I longed to feel them bouncing with gravity, nipples exposed and growing hard in the fresh spring air.

"Okay," I offered, as innocently as possible. "And then if you jump naked, I will too."

But just as he tried to respond he lost his balance and, as if in slow motion, toppled backwards, clutching the rope for his life. For a second it looked like he would fall. But at the last minute, he grabbed the rope, steadying himself against the tree. Laughter broke out among us. He looked sheepish and unsure, yet I could see his eyes fixed on me, imagining me naked. I hoped he was trying to decide what my breasts looked like, whether my pussy was shaved, how long my nipples were. I was desperate to see his cock.

Then the look was gone and he was sheepish and uncertain again. When he finally got his body settled on the rope and came back safely to the tree he looked a little shaky on his feet. He got down gingerly, and sat on the ground. His eyes were swimming.

I felt sorry for him. And I was horny as hell. I was sure that if there wasn't already a big wet patch on my knickers there would be soon and I wanted to get sight of a cock before anyone realised how raunchy this was all getting and backed off. I wanted to get John and anyone else naked as soon as possible. I had still not seen a cock in the flesh, and I was eager to find out whether they looked anything like they did in pictures.

"Thanks John. I like your style. You sit there and get your breath back. If you promise to jump naked next, then I'll go first."

It was only then that I realised the significance of where I was and what I was saying. My stomach lurched. Was I really preparing to get naked in front of three boys? I was terrified. Terrified by the potential of it all, by the unknown, by how much I wanted to be naked before them all. I was terrified that my brazen exhibitionism had got me into a situation I could no longer control. What would they do when they saw me naked? Would they try and rape me? And why was the idea of that so damn exciting?

I stood still not knowing what to do. No one said anything.

"So John, what do you say?"

"Maybe, but only if Owen and Ben will as well."

I turned to face the other boys.

"If Amelia's going to get her kit off for us then I don't mind doing so as well."

"I'm game if you are," Owen concluded, with a wink.

My heart fluttered. I had agreement. Within a few short minutes I was going to expose myself to three young men, and then sit back and watch as they followed suit. Anticipation took my breath away. The only problem was, I had no idea how to begin. I had no experience in this sort of thing. I felt I should do it sexily perhaps, but that was not possible here. Plus we were friends, I was one of them, an honorary bloke in the group, and I didn't want to jeopardise that. I could still back out and laugh it off. But I didn't want to. This was exactly what I wanted to do. There was nothing left for it, no prevaricating, I had to bare myself to them.

I had to find the confidence to do it.

I took a deep breath and stood up straight. I grabbed the back of my top and pulled it over my head and then held it over my breasts. I couldn't look at them. With another deep breathe, I let go and stood topless in front of my friends.

I couldn't help but look up then. Their eyes were firmly fixed on my breasts. Even my brother stared obscenely. My skin pricked. I had the urge to cover myself, to run and hide and seek safety. But I didn't. Suddenly I was the predator rather than the prey. I was in control of this situation. I wanted to be naked.

"Okay, okay boys," I said, finding confidence in my new mindset. "You can close your mouths now." Sheepishly, they did.

But I wasn't even finished yet. Not by a long shot. I was far too breathless and light headed to stop now.

Without a pause, I turned around, reached down and grabbed the waste band of my knickers. I squatted as I pulled them down, maintaining a semblance of ladylike decorum. I didn't want them to flash them a sight of the tight contours of my pussy stretched before them. Not yet anyway.

Most of all I didn't want to show them my pubic hair, I knew if they saw that, I would want to bend over and open my pussy for them. But it was a losing battle, and I didn't want to be refrained at all. I stood up, my pert little bottom poking out seductively at them, and turned around to see their eyes once again ravishing me.

As I clambered onto the rope, I was sure to lift up my leg high, to give them all a quick glimpse of my naked slit. I stood up on the tree, arm stretched over my head, holding the rope so that my breasts would be tugged tightest, and turned around to face my friends.

"Hello, boys," I called in my best Wonderbra impression. Then I jumped. The ground moved beneath me, and the wind invaded every part of me. When the rope slowed down, I let it spin me slowly around, giving the boys every opportunity to ogle my body. My chest was heaving. My clit and nipples were so hard they ached. It was as though the wind had combined with the desire of the boys to strip a layer away from me, to leave me more naked and vulnerable than I had ever been. I didn't want to get down from the rope and face their looks. Up here, up here I was an idol, a vision of art to be gazed at and enjoyed. But when I climbed off, I would have to walk back to them, and face up to whatever was to follow.

Scrap that, I couldn't wait to get down there.

I hopped off the rope and prowled towards them. Ben's boxers contained a barely concealed hard-on, the tip of which was poking above the waistband. He adjusted himself. Owen and John's erections were less obvious, but through the white material, I could see the outlines of their cocks, straight and firm and pointing at their stomachs.

"Who's going first?" I challenged. "It feels amazing!"

No one moved.

I looked at Owen, but he shrugged and averted his glance.

"Come on guys, what are you, chicken?"

"You must be joking," John said. "I'm not exposing myself like that!"

I smiled. "Right then, I'm getting dressed. If you all jump naked, I will stand here naked for the rest of the time, but if not, then why should I share my body with you immature jerks?"

I still had no idea they were serious. I was too busy savouring the attention my body was receiving, the results it was inducing. We stood, facing each other for a few seconds. My eyes tearing into theirs, their eyes averting mine wherever possible.

"Sorry sis, it's a bit cold for naked swinging don't you think?"

Ben's vision was directed somewhat lower than my face, Owen's more or less the same place. John wasn't even looking at me anymore. I turned around, worried that someone must be staring at me from behind. But there was no one there. It was then that it dawned on me that this was happening, and that no matter what I said or did, no matter what inducements I offered, they were not going to remove their underwear and swing naked from the tree. I felt hollow. And then my sense of shame came on: I had overstepped the mark, pushed things further than they should have gone.

I was too shocked to turn around, covering myself as best I could with my hands. I was hit with an overpowering sense that there had to be something seriously wrong with me to have led me to place myself in this situation. I felt tears begin to prick at my eyes. But I refused to cry.

I had the strongest sense that I would be alone forever, that there was no one out there who would understand how much I wanted to be sexual. And sexual in a loving, caring way.

It was all so confusing. Weren't men meant to be the sex addicts? That's what So every piece of folklore, culture, and wisdom had informed me. Yet here were three young men who stood before a naked woman, too scared to take their clothes off. This didn't auger well for the future. It didn't matter that I knew, or thought I knew, deep down, that this was pack behaviour, that they were too scared to show themselves in front of their friends. For all their big talk and bravado, they were embarrassed to have an erection, to show themselves to each other like that. Hell, they probably thought that three boys getting an erection while staring at a naked girl was tantamount to being gay!




Such Stuff as Dreams are Made Ch. 03



I had history with each of the people who were to appear in Babes in the Wood. In one sense or another I loved each of them. I had often fantasised about them, had already made 'normal,' adventure movies with John and Owen and Ben, masturbated under the covers and jumped from a swing naked in front of them I had masturbated together with Anna, and talked with Natalie about sex. And on top of that I regularly made all kinds of perverted movies of myself masturbating. They ranged from the raunchy and daring -- fully bent over and spread before the camera, thrusting my fingers in my pussy and then finger fucking my arse -- to the simple and more innocent versions depicting me strutting or dancing naked around my room. There were about two hours worth already.

All the ingredients for the movie were there and in that fantasy moment they came deliciously together.

In the days that followed I mulled the possibilities over in my mind. I scoured the internet for other people who had done something similar but could find nothing. It was as if I was the only sex-crazed teenager in the world. There was lots of porn of course, which I watched eagerly, particularly the amateur stuff which seemed more genuine and passionate. Seeing everyday people carnally engaged turned me on. Particularly when it was clear that what they were doing was pushing their own boundaries, or when they couldn't control the need in their voices. I like to hear the dialogue as they fucked, or prepared to fuck. The expression of their desire was what really turned me on, far more even than their bodies writhing naked together.

Eventually I came to the conclusion that there was nothing to be found. But I refused to give up on the idea. I thought about emailing a few porn directors with the offer, but didn't have the nerve. What porn impresario would take me -- a skinny eighteen year old girl -- seriously? I didn't even know yet whether I took my idea seriously. In my mind I did; but in reality...

Eventually I decided that the only way to make the movie I wanted to make, with the people I wanted to make it with, was to make it myself. If I could. I had over £1000 in my bank account which I could use to buy cameras and sound equipment, but I would need more to buy the sex toys, lubricants, condoms, décor and all the other things that would bring it up to the standard of my imagination.

The problem was not money -- I would have to get a job and scrimp and save all summer but it would be worth it -- but rather persuading my friends to take part. It's not exactly something you can drop into conversation.

"Oh, by the way, how about making a porn movie with me?"

Even if I did find a way to ask they could not do other than think I was mad. After all, I had already been in compromising situations with each of them bar Natalie, and yet no-one had taken the initiative further. It had been me leading and them following. Sometimes they hadn't followed at all.

The longer I thought about it, the more it seemed that this stumbling block would prove impossible. And yet I couldn't forget about it. The mere thought of filming myself riding Owen's cock had me breaking out in a cold sweat and sickness pooling in the pit of my stomach. Imagining the taste of Anna's pussy had me dry-retching with desire. Everything in my life felt as though it had been leading to this decision. Everything in my future would be determined by what I chose to do. Were it to happen, this movie would be the epitome of who I wanted to be, but how could I make it a reality? I felt as though I had been given a glimpse of heaven and then told to go and forget about it until I was dead.

How do we decide to do what we do? To others, it can seem that we make choices with our lives that they could never take. But it's not that complicated. We find ourselves falling into the things we are interested in without ever consciously making a decision to do so. Not just anyone could fall into mountaineering without first having an interest in walking, or the outdoors, or a network of people interested in doing so too. The same goes for anything. I never really decided to work in, and then open, a bookshop. It grew naturally from an interest in reading. Had one not had this interest to begin with, they would never have happened, but as I did, they became logical choices. The same was true with this movie. It was only my obsession with sex that led me to it. Had I not had these, the idea would never have even occurred to me. Yet because I was horny and in need of sexual contact with others it became a logical choice. From there, it was just a case of deciding to do so.

I had to do so.

The challenge would be to devise some way to convince my friends to join me, to come up with an offer that would convince them to sacrifice their bodies and minds to my every pornographic whim. Bribery. And not a small bribe either, it would have to be such a great sum of money that they would be blinded by the numbers and forget exactly what it was they were agreeing to. Would £5000 suffice? Or would it require more?

The figure was irrelevant in one sense. I could never hope to offer that kind of money. The gamble would be that if they believed I could, they would agree. And when we were finished, and they had had the time of their lives, perhaps they wouldn't be furious when I came clean and admitted that I couldn't pay anything.

I doubted it would work out like that but I would have to cross that bridge when I came to it. There seemed no other option.

I celebrated the momentous decision by filming myself sinking down onto a carrot, first one hole then the other, until I came.

As the only person to have ever really reciprocated my sexuality, not to mention my best friend, Anna was the natural first target for recruitment. We had never taken our activities as far as I would have liked, but had at least continued to masturbate together on Friday nights, sometimes naked, sometimes under the covers with the lights off, falling asleep to the sounds of each other's breathing. If there was anyone out there who would go along with me, surely it was her.

I planned the conversation meticulously: scripting it all with a series of possible responses from Anna and how they could be negated. Then I practised repeatedly, honing the arguments and building a story which could explain my strange request. When Friday came around I was prepared. The butterflies in my stomach were more active than any I had ever had: drunk on expectancy I could not control. Throughout the day I snapped at people and bickered; I was short of breath and inattentive. Eventually the end of school came, and Anna and I made our way home. I had bought a bottle of wine to encourage the surmounting of our inhibitions, and chosen a sexy movie to get us in the mood. I chose Stealing Beauty as it seemed appropriate for what I was planning. There can't be many more erotic sights than Liv Tyler's eyes as she is penetrated for the first time.

As soon as dinner was finished we were up in my bedroom and I had the bottle open and the movie in the player. It was only after a few hefty gulps of wine that I realised how wrong my reasoning was. Sure, Anna was my best friend. But by virtue of her being my best friend, if she responded badly to this it would be the greatest possible rejection. I should have started with Natalie, at least if she said 'no' then I wouldn't feel so rejected.

Except I didn't know Natalie well enough to be sure she wouldn't spread the story all over town and make life at school pretty uncomfortable. And yet...Anna could be trusted not to do that and as such she had to be the best person to talk to first. Ever since we were babies we had shared everything, to break that now would be a betrayal of trust which I could no condone. If Anna wasn't involved from the very beginning it would get the whole project off on the wrong foot.

I reasoned this through so intensely that I missed most of the movie. My mind was whirring too fast for my other senses to keep up. The end of the film came as somewhat of a surprise.

"Cool." Said Anna, turning to face me.

I wasn't ready to begin my spiel. "Isn't it?" I prevaricated.

"I liked it. But you didn't seem to be watching. Is everything okay?"

"I've seen it before; its no big deal."

"What's on your mind? You seem distracted."

"Oh, it's nothing. I was thinking, that's all."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, it's okay..."

She was about to speak again when I took a big swig of wine and found the courage to speak my mind. "Well actually there is something I wanted to talk to you about..."

"Go on."

"...you see, I know someone who has offered me a lot of money if I can make a movie for them."

"That sounds exciting."

"Wait, let me say what I have to say first."

"Sorry."

"You see, I need five other people to agree to be in the movie too, and this person will pay them each lots of money each for their services. But if we can't get these people to be in the movie then it is no go for everyone. The problem is..." I drained my glass and reached for the bottle. "...its not a normal movie and I don't know how to persuade people to be in it."

Anna said nothing. I hadn't prepared for this and began to panic. But it was too late to turn back. I stumbled on. "You see, it's a sexy movie and I don't know whether anyone I know would want to be involved in it."

Her eyes almost popped out of her head. "Like Stealing Beauty?"

"Sort of. Yes. But more so."

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "You mean pornography?"

I nodded.

"Oh Amelia, you wouldn't. It's...I mean, you don't need to...why?"

"It's not a normal porno. There wouldn't be camera men watching. I'd do it all with still remote cameras controlled by me. And the only people involved would be people I chose to invite. It's more like a home movie with sex than pornography. The only difference is that the people would be paid to be involved."

"How much?"

"£5000."

"Wow, that's a lot of money."

"That's what I said."

"And what would the movie require the actors to do? Will you have to have sex?"

"Yes. Lots. But it would be done in very safe surroundings and very lovingly."

"And you'd be okay with that. Letting people have sex with you on film?"

"Come on Anna. I'm ready. I want to have sex. I want to lose my virginity. I don't know how much longer I can wait."

"So your going to sell your honour to the highest bidder?"

"Its not like that. Have you ever imagined the most romantic way to lose your virginity? Well this would be mine. It'd be the most beautiful thing I have ever done in my life. And at the end, I'll be able to watch it back whenever I want."

"So you've already said yes?"

Again I nodded.

She gapped. "I can't believe it. When are you going to do it? Are you sure you're ready."

"Yes. I'm so sure it's all I can think of. I'm so horny I can barely sit still."

She giggled and smiled as I squirmed and tipped an almost full glass of wine down my throat.

"Which brings me back to the problem which is how to ask people to be involved in it with me. I'm not going to do this with just anyone. It needs to be people I trust. People I love."

A silence. I could see the question she wanted to ask taking shape within her, but she wasn't sure she could bring herself to ask. I sniffed in the hope that she would take pity if she thought I was about to cry.

She looked up. "Who were you going to ask?"

"I thought maybe Natalie might be up for it. And then I was going to ask my friends Owen and John too. And maybe if I was desperate I would ask Ben as well..."

"You want Ben to be in your movie?"

"I think he would say yes."

"Anyone else?"

I nodded and almost burst into tears. "You. Except I don't want to pressure you into doing it, or make you feel that you have to do it to support me or anything. I don't want to harm our friendship by asking you do to this."

She laughed a tearful sort of laugh. "Thanks, I guess."

"What do you think?"

"...I don't know...It's not exactly the sort of thing I expected to be asked tonight. When would it be? What would I have to do? And why?"

"I don't know exactly when it would be. Sometime this summer I suppose. And why do I want to do it? Well, I was hoping you wouldn't ask that. But it's not the money, Anna. This is something I want to do. I don't know how to explain it but I feel naïve and inexperienced in the world. And yet in September I will be going off to university and I want to make the most of my time there without having insecurities to get over. I want to lose my virginity with people I already love, and I want to show them how much I love them in case we drift apart. I want people to remember me when they go off and have exciting lives, and I think this is a great way of doing that."

"I guess..." Anna started, still unsure.

"I've been ready for a long time. But I'm too shy to meet people at clubs. I want to have sex, Anna, and this is the way I want to try it out. You know I've loved Owen for years without saying anything. Maybe this is my chance to persuade him to fall in love with me.

She tried to smile.

I blushed.

"You haven't answered my other question. What would I have to do in this movie?"

"Nothing you didn't want to do, Anna. I promise, Everyone in the movie will be a virgin, its not like you would be out of place or anything. Everyone will have their hang-ups, and no-one will know exactly what they are doing at first. But that is the point of this. Its good practice for when you fall in love with someone and want to have sex with them. You don't want to be clueless then, do you? Think how amazed he would be if you had learned all these skills you could show him."

"Have you asked anyone else yet?"

I was sobbing openly now and she reached over to place her hand on my arm. Sure, I had planned all this, but they were no long manipulative tears I shed. I was terrified. We were reaching a crescendo of emotional connection and the tears were flowing of their own accord. "Are you kidding? Of course not. I couldn't ever do anything like this without you, Anna. You're my best friend and if you don't want to be in it, then I don't want to be in it either."

She began to tear up too. Honestly, we were like...well, over-emotional teenage girls having a heart-to-heart.

"Okay. I guess. It all seems a little weird right now, but if you promise me that you will be in charge and no-one else will be there, then I guess it does sound like a once in a lifetime chance to make some money and get experience before uni."

"Bit more than strip poker," I joked.

She laughed and sniffed back a tear. "Promise me something, okay?"

"Anything?"

"Promise me you will invite all the people you said you would and no-one else. I don't want all sorts of people I don't know turning up and...you know."

"Screwing you?"

"Amelia!" she squealed.

"It's okay. I don't want that either, Anna. I promise you, this is about friendship and sex. It won't be sleazy in any way. In fact, I bet you are going to love it."

"I hope so. Ever since you taught me to masturbate, I guess I've been imagining something like this happening. I'm scared, but you are right: this is something we should do now."

"Exactly. Now, all this talk of sex has got me pretty horny, do you mind if I masturbate?"

"Not as long as I can masturbate with you."

We masturbated calmly together, naked and lying close, though still not touching. Occasionally one of us would turn to the other and ask a question, such as "what do you think it will be like?" or "how big do you think their willies are?" and we would whisper our answers to each other quietly, afraid to spoil the quiet peace of the situation, yet eager to share our minds with each other. When we finally came, we came almost together, and lay there quietly, letting the future events build in our minds.

"Are you sure they will agree to this?" she asked, eventually.

"I hope so," I said, crossing my fingers. "I'm sure Owen and Ben will, but John and Natalie are a little less certain."

"When are you going to ask them?"

"I don't know. Who do you think we should ask next?"

"Ben?"

"But..."

"I know he's your brother, but you said he would say yes. We could go and ask him now, if you want."

"Now? I only just built the courage to ask you. I'm not ready to ask him yet."

"Why not?"

"About a million reasons."

"But you are going to ask him, aren't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"Well then we might as well get over it now."

"Oh I guess you're right. How could he turn down the chance to sleep with someone as beautiful as you?"

She blushed, and the colour came to her breasts as well as her cheeks. Little goose pimples formed on her forearms. "Yeah, right."

"Your sure you want to do this?"

"Yes."

We dressed in silence, each worrying about exactly how we would go about persuading a boy to be in a porn film with us. I don't know about Anna, but I was worried he would want to fool around with us there and then as well, and although I wanted to fool around with him too, I didn't want things going too far too soon. While I had imagined fucking my brother many times, fantasy is very different from reality. It's not like I was completely inured to social morality. There was a definite level of uncertainty in me about whether I would want to go through with it. Or, more to the point, whether he would.

We tiptoed our way down to Ben's room. He lived on the floor below me, and as it was now past eleven o'clock, my parents had gone to bed and the house was dark and silent. I knew Ben would be up though. He was always up at this time, playing a football management game on his computer.

When we reached his door we froze, unsure how to proceed. Casting a glance at each other there passed between us the acknowledgement of what we were about to do. Silently assuring ourselves that we both wanted to do this, she lifted her arm and knocked quietly on the door.

"Yeah?," came the reply from inside.

"It's us, Ben. Can we come in?"

"The doors open."

We walked in and found the room in its usual chaotic state. It was not that Ben was naturally messy, for a boy of his age he was probably pretty tidy, but he had no real reason to keep it neat, and as such there were piles of clothes on the futon, and papers strewn across the floor. He looked up at us as we came in, and then turned back to the computer, completely focused on the flashing writing on the screen.

"How are you, Ben?" Anna asked.

"I'm okay, Anna. How are you? What brings you down here at this hour?"

"I'm okay," Anna said, nervous and pushing me forward.

"Listen Ben, there is something we want to ask you."

"Sure. What is it?

"Could you stop playing that for a minute, its difficult talking to your back like this."

He sighed, but turned around. He forced his voice into a calm tone and gestured for us to continue.

"It's like this, Ben. We have been asked to make a movie, and can pay anyone who wants to be in it £5000 for their services."

"Yeah right. Is this an internet scam or something?"

"No, its not, I promise." Anna nodded along, though I had no idea how she could be certain.

He was not convinced. But he nodded for us to continue.

"Well, you see, it's not exactly a normal movie like we have made before. You see, it's...well...,its kind of a porn movie, except I get to be the director and camera woman and casting director and everything else as well. No-one else would be there when we made it, or anything."

"We want you to be in it." Anna jumped in, putting my uncertainty to shame. But she seemed to be pretty ashamed of how eager she had been as well.

Ben looked from Anna to me, back to Anna and back to me. The seriousness on our faces had started to convince him that we were serious. As he looked at me, I saw him raise his eyebrows a fraction, as if to say, "is this for real?" I raised my eyebrows too, and turned my eyes to the floor, hoping that I was assuring him it was indeed for real. He smiled at that point, and I was sure he was remembering the sight of my laying spread eagled on the bed masturbating. But maybe he wasn't, because his gaze had returned to Anna, and he was nodding ever slowly.




Such Stuff as Dreams are Made Ch. 04



At home the next day I made a list of all the things I would need to buy in order to make the film. I started with the video equipment, searching the net to find the best deals I could get. I logged onto Which? and checked their reviews of audio-visual recording equipment, and spoke to a couple of experts in shops, all to make sure the equipment I bought would be the best of the best. 

Video cameras x 6. I already had my parent's expensive camcorder, and Anna had one as well, we would only need four others. These cost £400 each though.

20 multipacks of recording tape. 80 tapes in all, for over 120 hours of material. (£80)

Audio recording equipment, including lapel mics, three boom mics, and cables to track these back to the camcorder. (£500)

Brackets for wall mounting. (£50)

Video editing software. (£99)

Standing lights, scented candles, etc. (£200+)

Total price: at least £2489

This was going to be more expensive than I bargained for; how was I going to afford all this? I decided to worry about that later. I would find the money. Even if it meant taking a loan and then prostituting myself to get the money back. That last thought sparked a whole other fantasy that I had to curtail in order to complete the other lists. 

Next came the list of all the sexier things we would need. All the lubricants, condoms and sex toys, not to mention the porn we might watch for 'inspiration.' 

Condoms. (Box of 48) £15

Lubricant (5 tubes) £10

Sex Toys:

3 Dildos of varying sizes. £20

3 Vibrators. A Rampant Rabbit, a sleek metallic bullet, and a long thin flexible one. £50

Anal beads. £10

3 Butt plugs £20

3 Cock rings £10

A strap-on harness and dildo. £50

A two way dildo for lesbian play. £40

'How to' sex books for men and women. £50

A selection of porn movies. £50

Total Price: £325

The longer I spent browsing the thousands of products on the internet, the more worked up I became. I read reviews and customer feedback, endlessly amazed by the breadth of products available. They all looked good too. After a week of browsing, I placed the order, and sat back to await the delivery, keeping my fingers crossed that my parents wouldn't open the package when it arrived. They didn't, and I spent a glorious evening examining them in my room. 

The final list was for all the things I would need to do before August to ensure we would all be ready to make the movie when the time came. This included such practicalities as going on the pill, and making sure Anna and Natalie did too, lingerie shopping, purchasing train tickets, scouting a wooded location for the outdoor sex scenes, and, last but not least, getting a job to afford it all! 

The first of these were achieved with minimal fuss. A trip to the doctors for each of us, followed by a group trip to La Senza. The train tickets I bought online, and handed to everyone personally to make sure they knew this was really going to happen.

I asked John and Owen to do the scouting, and received an email a few days later with pictures of their location half an hour walk from their house, at the bottom of a ravine which had once been dynamited and was now disused and difficult to get to. Perfect. 

All that was left was getting a job. I distributed my CV, phoned around shops, and asked my parents if they had any contacts. I came home each day with sore feet, desperate for anything anyone would give me. In the end my dreams came true and I was offered a full-time position in a bookshop, to begin immediately once I finished my A-Levels in June. I did the maths in my head: nine weeks of fulltime work, paying £5.05 an hour, would be over £1700 in total. Added to my £2000 of savings, that gave me over £3500 to spend on equipment, which would be just about enough. Now I had to wait. 

The summer flew by. I managed to find time in between masturbating to revise, and felt I had done well enough in my exams. Every day from then on I worked in the bookshop, finding it more satisfying than I imagined. Even the sore feet were proof of a job well done. From day one my new colleagues made me feel right at home. I found there was no better way to great a colleague in the morning than by asking what they had read the night before, or what their favourite books were. Shopwork was all about teamwork: whereas in an office everyone works in their own independent silo with their own desk and their own computer, in the bookshop we shared a working environment and could see everything each other did. But rather than creating an atomised, Big Brother Is Watching You atmosphere, it broke down that fear of failure and enabled us to help each other. I've had many jobs since and, that bookshop remains the best of the lot.

Bookselling also provided various opportunities to licentiousness. I invented games where I would act innocent and toy with the purvey old men who came in to ogle the erotic photography books. On one occasion a young man came in and asked if we had any copies of the Karma Sutra. When I showed him where to find it he grabbed it from my hand and nearly ran to the till to purchase it with a giant smile plastered across his face. I managed to offer a sly 'enjoy your purchase' as I gave him the receipt. No doubt he was off to try it all out, and that thought left me wet for the entire day.

Most of my time though I worked in the fiction section where, in-between helping customers purchase the latest celebrity-penned work of barely disguised biography, I found ways to sneak surreptitious readings of erotic classics. They were all there and I particularly loved Anais Nin's Delta of Venus, and Leopold von Sacher-Mach's Venus in Furs. But I read them all: Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer, and Tropic of Capricorn, John Cleland's Fanny Hill, The Story of O, and a couple of books by the Marquis de Sade. 

Added to these, there was a bay full of Black Lace erotic novellas to browse, with all sorts of sexy adventures to work my way through. There was one story about a young secretary being forced to have sex with three union bosses at the same time in order to reach a settlement and avert strike action. It ended with the revelation that this had been the imagination of the secretary as she sat in the real, and very boring, union discussions. That one really turned me on. I felt I knew exactly what the narrator was feeling as she fantasised. I would often drift off into such a fantasy while shelving, only to be disturbed by a customer and blush, struggling to regain my composure while I directed them to the right section.

In the health section I even found books about women's sexual fantasies, which I read in quick snippets, while shelving. God, they were filthy! I was both delighted and impressed with the scope of fantasies by those of my gender. I was positively vanilla in comparison to some of them! I found myself staring at the women who purchased the books, trying to discern what wonderfully elicit thoughts went through their heads while they played with themselves or their partners. They were usually confident types, smartly dressed and well presented, who looked you in the eye as they handed over the books, daring you to show any sort of reaction. I was enthralled by them. I wanted to tell them that I loved those books too, and suggest another title they might enjoy, but couldn't bring myself to do so. I had to satisfy myself with fantasising that I caught them masturbating in the shop toilets, and had to help them out. 

In this way the weeks passed quickly. Sometimes at night Ben and I would tease each other with skimpy clothes or challenge how far we would go in the movie. I remained worried about what would happen between us, and what that might mean in the future. Sometimes it kept me up at night and I'd trudge off to work with barely an hours sleep behind me. 

Ben was a great big brother, always protective and friendly towards me, always willing to give me time if I needed it. I was terrified that this movie might change that. My fears were those of any girl about to lose her virginity with someone: what if, once we'd had sex, he lost respect for me and that closeness was broken beyond repair? If that happened with John, or even Owen, I could probably have coped. Natalie too. But what I would do if I lost my friendship with Anna or Ben I had no idea. I wanted to make each of them happy, though. I wanted to use my whole body to raise him to the heavens and then bring him back down, to make those fantasies of his come true, but when it came to the practicalities my skin turned cold. What I needed was to talk to him about it, to creep downstairs at night and work through the problem together. But I couldn't bring myself to do so. 

And so the insomnia dragged on.

Anna and Natalie grew ever more friendly. I suspected that my controlling attitude to the movie's development had made them natural bedfellows and that they had started to share things with each other rather than with me. But that was okay. It had to be that way. I had removed myself into a fantasy world, and didn't want anything else to break in. When they stayed over I made it clear I didn't want any group masturbation, because I wanted it to be extra special come the summer, and when they probed for answers to the movie plot, I refused to budge. I was still writing the actual script, and it was proving difficult. I had a composite image in my head, complete with sights and sounds and squelching smells and tastes and touches. It was lit not by real light but the power of my imagination, and depended not on the independent input of five actors, but the unreasoning compliance of fictional characters. When I tried to put it down on paper I couldn't rectify these dichotomies. It was as though my imagination worked in luminescent hues, but I could only paint in watercolour. What I put on paper was but a pale reflection of what was in my mind. 

What I was suffering, I now realise, were the old-as-time worries of the artist, the dark night of the soul. In my youthful arrogance I'd assumed I might be impervious to such problems and found the reality rather disappointing. Had it not been for the camaraderie of fellow writers at the bookshop, I might have found it even harder. In the end, I had to accept that erotic writing, unless much stylised, was never likely to be particularly ground-breaking. I would have to rely on the passions of the actors and imaginations of the viewers to turn a distinctly average script into that which resided in my mind. 

When August arrived, I bought the audio-visual equipment with my wages and tested each and every item to make sure I knew how to use it. Ben, Anna, and Natalie helped, and we split them between us to ensure that my parents didn't notice the sudden influx of equipment. 

A week before we were due to leave I got my hair cut, and bought new make-up and clothes. With every day that passed, I grew more excited. However the uncertainty continued, and finally, the night before we left I could take it no more. After lying awake for a couple of hours I got up and made my way to his bedroom. As usual, the light was on, flickering through the cracks in the door. I knocked lightly, and opened it up.

'Amelia,' he said.

'Hey Ben.'

'Can't you sleep?'

'Not a wink.' I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. You?'

'I can't quite believe this is actually going to happen.'

'Are you having second thoughts?'

'No. You?'

'No.'

'You seem quiet. Are you sure you are okay?'

'Yes, I was just wondering about us.'

'Us?'

'You know, what are we going to do in this movie if we have to do things together?' 

He turned off his computer screen and came to sit next to me, taking my hand in his. 'What do you want to do?'

'I don't know. I don't want this weekend to get in the way of our being friends and you being my brother.'

He laughed. 'Do you know why I agreed to be in this movie?'

'Other than getting your end away?'

'Yes, other than that. Sure, the idea of doing things with Anna and Natalie was irresistible. But more than anything I want to be there with you, to make sure you don't get into any trouble. I know you, Amelia, and I've seen the silly things you do when you get horny; when you offer yourself on a plate hoping someone will take your gift. I've seen how people use you like that. I don't want you to hurt yourself, and I don't want others to take advantage of you either.'

A few tears escaped my eyes. 'I'm okay Ben. I want to do this. And I trust everyone in it. I wouldn't do it if I didn't. But it is good to know that you will be there to keep the guys in line!'

He lifted my chin to look me in the eye. 'No matter what happens, you will always be my sister, and I will always love you.'

'I'll always love you too.' The tears fell freely then and I let them come, burying my face in his shoulder and holding him tight. 'What do you want to do?,' I asked, when the tears started to ebb. 'I want to make you happy. I'll do whatever you want.'

'You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, and if you want to do things with me, then I will take it as a great honour.'

I smiled. 'But what about incest, Ben. It's illegal.'

'I know, but I love you, and right now, the idea of sleeping with you feels right. It's just sex. We're not having a baby!'

'You don't think it will be weird?'

'I don't know. I don't want you to feel any pressure to do anything with me. There's Anna and Natalie for that and I suspect each of them on their own would be more than I can handle!'

'I'm sure they will! But the idea of not getting to kiss you, not getting to taste you and make you cum is awful to me. You are right, I think you are sexy too, and it feels right that we should be together some time this weekend.'

'Shall we play it by ear, and see what happens?'

'Sounds good.'

'And if the chance comes up, you wont mind if I pounce on you like a hungry leopard?'

I purred. 'I hope you do.'

'Then we are agreed. Come and give me a goodnight kiss, and then you better get off to bed. It's your Big Day tomorrow.'

I hugged him close, pressing my face into his cheek and enjoying the safety of his arms around me. I was glad he was going to be there this weekend. I felt liberated knowing he's keep me safe. 

'Thanks Ben, you get to bed too. I want you looking bright eyed and bushy tailed tomorrow.'

'Yes Madam Director. Whatever you say.'

'Goodnight.'

'Goodnight.'

I turned to the door. 

'Sleep well Amelia. I'm going to stay here and think about the last time we visited John and Owen. I can't wait to make your face look like it did then.'

'Oh Ben. I want to stay here and give you a hand. I want to cuddle up in bed with you and feel safe tonight. Who knows, maybe after all this is over...' 

I had to fight with every ounce of strength I had not to go to him then. It looked like he did too. 'But for now, here's a quick reminder.' I pulled open my pink robe and flashed him my naked body beneath. For a second, maybe two, I let him stare at my boobs and shaven sex. Then I shut my robe, kissed him on the cheek, and made my way back to bed. 

Soon I was fast asleep.

*****

I woke before sunrise, more rested than I had felt for weeks. The house was cool all around me, like a cocoon from which I would soon have to emerge. My body shivered and stomach ached with anticipation of the world outside these walls. It was time. 

I got up and showered, letting the hot water cool me down. After that I got dressed and checked through my suitcases for the umpteenth time. Then I went down for breakfast.

It was still early. The rest of the house only just waking around me. I sat and watched TV while I ate a couple of pieces of toast, and when my parents came down I sat with them in the kitchen. Dad left, and I sat for a while with my mum. Just having her nearby helped calm my nerves. What with my job and this project, it felt like ages since we had spent any time together.

'Do you have plans for this weekend, honey?'

I wanted to tell her everything. 'Not really. We might make a movie and go walking in the woods. That sort of thing.'

'I'm pleased you all still get on together. You've always been such good friends.'

'Yeah. It'll be weird having Anna and Natalie along too though.'

'They've all met before, haven't they?'

'Natalie hasn't met John and Owen but otherwise we all know each other.'

'It will be nice for you to have some girly company there, I imagine. It must get tiring being around three boys all the time.'

'It's alright.'

Mum went back to reading the newspaper.

'Mum, can I ask you something?'

'Sure, what is it sweetie.'

'Well, you had boyfriends when you were younger right?'

'Sure. Some, anyway.'

'What was it like?'

'What do you mean?'

'How did you meet? And what sort of things did you do?'

'Oh we met all sorts of places. But never those ones people said we'd meet in. Usually they were friends of my friends, or people I met doing sports or through work.'

'How did you know you liked them though?'

'Oh honey. Where has all this come from? Do you have someone in mind?'

'I was just wondering. I want someone, you know. So did they always come up and ask you, or did you ask them out sometimes?'

'It was usually them. Or friends setting us up. It was different every time.'

'Did you ever make any terrible mistakes? Did any of them turn out to be total creeps?'

'I made my share of bad decisions. Everyone does at some time in their lives. But the guys I dated were usually gentlemen. They're just like us, you know. Deep down. Some are nicer than others, but when it comes down to it they just want love and affection like we do.'

'Did you know you loved Dad before you dated him?'

'No. Not at all. In fact, I thought he was a bit stuck up when I first met him. That's why you need to give people a chance. Open up to them, let them open up to you. Then you know whether they are right or not. But you've got to give them a chance. I almost rejected him when he first asked me out.'

'Why didn't you?'

'I was lonely. My friends were all pairing off together and I didn't want to be left alone. And he made me laugh.'

'And the rest is history?'

'Exactly. Listen honey, I've got to get to work. But I'm always here if you want to talk some more. You can phone me tonight and we'll finish this properly. Are you okay?'

'I'm fine mum.'

'Have a great weekend. And remember, just be yourself. Things will happen when you least expect them too.'

'Thanks mum.'

'Bye.'

'Bye.'

Ben came down for breakfast at 8.30 and Anna and Natalie arrived soon after. Their parents had been told that we were going away for a quiet girl's weekend in the countryside, but that Ben would be with us to keep us safe. They seemed happy with this scenario and had even given them some much needed spending money that we could use to buy alcohol and food. 

Our train was at 10.30. 

We got a taxi to the station and got to Euston with plenty of time to spare. I bought a hot chocolate and we found a table to sit at, the four of us together. The journey was slow, each of us keeping to ourselves, hiding our gaze from each other, and pretending to read a book or listen to music. I kept looking over at Ben, remembering the last night's conversation, and for the first time in a long time tried to put myself in his shoes. Was Mum right?: were boys just the same as girls? Here he was, travelling with three girls who he'd probably fuck within the next 72 hours. I had no idea what to say to them and they were my best friends. How much harder it must be for him. What was it like not even knowing how to talk to someone you were about to sleep with? Was he nervous about having to perform, or was he thanking every one of his lucky stars for this glorious opportunity? I had no idea what was going through his head, but I guessed he was at least as uncertain as I.




Such Stuff as Dreams are Made Ch. 04



Anna and Natalie were easier to read, but their fixed faces and uncommunicative eyes hardly gave the impression that they felt comfortable with what was happening. 

I sighed. It was exhausting trying to take care of them all and I hoped I wouldn't have to pressurise them into going through with anything. I lay back, shut my eyes, and fantasised the day's progress. I talked myself through exactly what I had to do. By the time the train pulled into the station, I was once more confident and composed. 

My first sight of Owen was along the length of the station and my confidence flittered away as if it had never even been there. John and Owen waved at us as we alighted, but right then they were unknown to me as two men ever had been. I hadn't talked about this with either of them in person, and it was only at that moment that I realised just how dangerous that could be. They were masculine, and physically unknown, as good as two men awaiting their mail-order brides for a night of wild passion ahead. Did they have a cellar in the basement? Or a house in the woods? It was like a fairy tale, a warped Angela Carter fairy tale. Blood red lips and pale faces drained of blood and confidence by the enormity of the weekend awaiting us. Very erotic. But terrifying too. I was so glad that Ben was with us. 

After a quick hug and peck on the cheek I introduced them to Natalie and Anna, before we made our way to the car. Owen drove the 45 minutes from the station to their house, and I sit up front with him. We make small talk for a while, but soon run out of things to say. I reached over and tuned the radio to a run-of-the-mill chart station. That David Gray song, Babylon was playing, and I hummed along absent-mindedly. It was replaced by The Real Slim Shady and I realised this might be a good chance to break the tension. I rapped along abysmally to chuckles of laughter from the back. By the time it was replaced by Pure Shores, Anna and Natalie were singing along quietly with me.

It was a warm day, our windows were down, and our singing battled with the air rushing around the car. I noticed Owen looking over at me, and smiled back at him. The talk with Mum had made things seem so easy. But here I was without a clue how to reach over and tell Owen how much I wanted to be with him. I turned around and smiled at all my friends in the back. Being the centre of attention in a non-sexual scenario had never been something I was comfortable with, but for the rest of the journey I did my best to maintain a bright and breezy tone, singing badly, and encouraging others to join me. Sometimes they did, sometimes not, but at least they were smiling and laughing when the car pulled into the drive at John and Owen's. I jumped from the car, and smelt the fresh country air. 

Show time. 

The knots in my stomach were nothing compared to the tingling of my clitoris as I looked around at the quiet country lane and the strong, stone cottage. 

'You guys coming?' I called over my shoulder, and followed Owen into the house. 

I spent the next couple of hours unloading the car and setting up the equipment. It wasn't heavy, but I had to screw the brackets into the walls which took a bit of effort. Downstairs I could hear the others cracking open the alcohol. It was not easy to find good places to locate the microphones, but after a bit of searching I managed to scatter 4 small, short distance ones around the bed and desk, and attach the overhead boom mic above the bed. The wires from these ran neatly back to the cameras located on each of the walls and pointing directly at the bed. I placed two large wall hanging lamps above the cameras to reduce shadow, and then did a quick test to make sure everything was working. It was, and I added the final finishing touches to each of the rooms – new red duvets and pillows and a fresh white sheet for the bed, red wall hangings for the rest of the room – made sure the bag of toys was at hand underneath the bed, and scattered red scented candles around the room. I switched on the cameras, and microphones and then moved on to the other three rooms in the house, where I affixed a camera and microphone in each of them, and changed the bedding.

With the rooms finished I went to the bathroom and changed into a new set of red lacy lingerie, low-cut top and short denim skirt. Before heading downstairs I stopped in front of the mirror to see I looked okay. 

I barely recognised the girl who stared back at me. Her hair cascaded across her shoulders and down her back. Half her breasts were exposed, a deep canyon of cleavage visible between them. Her legs were long and toned, rising up to a pair of high hips that begged to be ridden. She looked nothing like the shy inexperienced girl I had felt myself to be every single day of my life. The girl in the mirror was a vixen, a temptress, some kind of sex-goddess who seemed to know not only what wanted but how to get it too. 

They had loosened up while I was away: Ben and Owen were joking around, Anna was talking quietly with John, and Natalie was pouring a glass of wine.

'I'll have one if there's spare,' I said as I walked in, and felt all eyes turn to me. 'Glad you are getting on.'

Natalie stood up and walked over to bring me my wine and mouthed 'you look stunning,' as she handed it to me. I smiled, and winked at her.

'Well, the rooms upstairs are all ready.'

'You work quickly,' replied Ben.

'Thanks,' I laughed, and sat down on the floor, stretching my legs to make sure everyone could see as much skin as possible. I sipped my wine and listened to the conversations around me, thinking things through in my head. Anna was joking with Ben, and soon John joined in. Owen came up behind me.

'How are you?'

'Scared' I replied. 'You?'

'The same. But excited too.'

What great words to hear. 'Me too.'

'What have you been doing this summer.'

The words came easily and we were soon chatting like the old friends we were. At one point his hand rested on my bare shoulder, and a strand of hair hung across his brow. I tried hard to focus on the conversation, but found it difficult to focus. I had fitted the best camera on the ceiling right above his bed, and within a few hours, should all go to plan, he would be penetrating me for the first time under its glare. It was enough to distract any girl.

'Hey guys,' Natalie called from the doorway and we turned to see her standing there in a red dress, hair flung around her shoulders, freshly changed and made up. I hadn't even noticed she had left the room. There was a collective intake of breath: she looked stunning. I smiled brightly at her, and stood to cross the room and kiss her cheek, making sure to press my breasts lightly against hers. If they weren't turned on already, they had to be now. Natalie crossed the room to sit in her chair at the table, but I stood where I was, aware that it was time to act. I took a deep breath and looked down at my feet.

'I guess its time to get down to business.'

The room was silent.

'The first thing I need to check is whether everyone is still up for this?' I looked around the room, trying to be as non-threatening as possible. No-one quite caught my gaze, but no-one spoke out either.

'I'll take that as tacit consent. If anyone does want to pull out you should say so now.'

Again they were silent. 

'Now lets check out the nitty gritty. I have contracts here, which I need each of you to sign, saying that you consent to be in this movie, and that you give permission for your image to be caught on camera and used in any way the producers see fit. Please note, that if you sign this form, you are each agreeing to be naked in front of everyone in this room, and to engage in sexual activity with others in this room. There are no specifics of what you will be required to do, but it must be accepted that you are willing to have full intercourse, as well as both give and receive oral and manual sex. I know you are already aware of this, but if you have a problem with anything I have just said, please speak up now. If not, sign and date at the bottom.'

No-one said anything. I waited, trying to keep control of my nerves. Here we were. My fantasy all rested on these five decisions. I cast my gaze from face to face, as their eyes read down the page, and slowly, one by one, they signed the forms. Ben first, followed by Anna, John, Natalie, and finally Owen. I smiled, and couldn't help but let out a yelp of excitement. A weight was lifted from my shoulders, and for the first time in my life I felt comfortable letting other people know that I wanted to be sexual with them. I wanted these people to know how much I wanted to make love to them; I wanted to open myself to their judgement.

They smiled back at me, and Ben laughed.

'Oops. I guess I shouldn't be open about that excitement!'

'You go, girl,' winked Anna.

'I think we should take this up to the bedroom. Is that okay?' Natalie stood and helped John up. Ben did the same for Natalie. 'Now remember, this first day is all about getting to know each other and our bodies, it is about discovering what we like doing and having done to us, where our boundaries are, and what works best for our friends. It is about losing our inhibitions, and learning new techniques. Lets leave our doubt and uncertainty here, and go upstairs as 6 healthy eighteen year olds ready and eager to discover the joy of sex. Is everybody with me?'

'You bet ya ass we are,' called Ben.

'Bring up that bottle,' added John.

'If anyone needs to change before we get started, now's the time.'

From here on you've seen what happened. There's plenty of sex: some of it hesitant and suffused with care and attention; some harder and faster; even some perverted experimentation later on. But these days I'm less sure whether what you see in the film provides sufficient understanding of what took place. 

The eyes can be hungry organs, especially where sex is concerned. But their appetite tends to be rather short-sighted, satisfying the bodies' lust for gratification and then moving on. They rarely connect the action with the thought and feeling driving it; lack the ability to see more than two dimensions. 

That's where erotic literature comes in. Sex with another person is a holistic experience. It isn't just about sight or taste or smell or sound or even the feel of two bodies coming together. It is the confluence of all of these senses within a sentient mind. What is truly remarkable about the brain is that it is able to experience things on a number of simultaneous levels. It can experience immediate pleasure, but even while giving itself totally to the sense bombarding it, be aware of where these sensations sit in the context of all that has gone before, and also to store them away to be reflected on and revisited at leisure. 

Although it contained all the experimentation and boundary pushing that I fantasised, the sex that we shared that weekend was not the sex of a porn film. It was the sex of the first time, when every action, every touch, taste, smell, sound and sight contains within it our hopes and fears for the people we wish to be, the lives we wish to live. It brings together the anticipations and frustrations of many a long night alone with the immediacy of experiencing every sensation for the very first time. Responses are genuine rather than predicated upon past experience, even the effort to control responses is a response in itself. 

And it is all suffused with the atmosphere of discovery. Like an explorer setting off to experience a new landscape for the first time, so to the virgin enters their first time eager to encounter things they have only hitherto imagined. And while Wordsworth may grieve in The Prelude for the usurping of reality on imagination, he fails to appreciate how empty that imagination may have grown without testing itself against reality. It is where reality and imagination come together, where fantasies are challenged to develop and evolve after genuine experience. That is the landscape in which the mind works best.

So even if you have seen this movie a million times, even if you can moan along with our every moan, and cum on demand at the same instant as each of us...even then read on, because the story behind the movie is a thousand times hotter than the movie itself.

The room in which we first congregated was generally used as a study, though it converted to a guest bedroom when there were visitors. It had a large double bed in it, but also bookshelves, a small sink, and a vast oak desk at the far end. Two windows looked out over the garden so that green light reflected in off foliage. 

We arranged ourselves around the room while Anna took a few minutes to change and the boys made a hasty dash to freshen up. When at last we were all in the room – whatever Anna had changed into hidden beneath her everyday clothes – I took a swig of wine and positioned myself so that I was looking directly into one of the cameras. 

'The first thing to say is that you should all ignore the cameras and lighting. These are here so we get used to acting naturally around them. I need to learn how to get the best from the equipment so they need to be on, but none of this footage will be used in the final movie. Is that okay with everyone?' 

They nodded.

'I think it is best if we get used to speaking about ourselves sexually, and seeing each other as sexual people. Let's start by introducing ourselves to each other and clarifying exactly what we have and haven't done sexually and romantically in our lives.'

General nodding, though no replies.

'Okay, I'll go first. My name is Amelia, I am eighteen years old, and I am a virgin. I have never kissed anyone romantically, and no-one has ever touched me sexually. However, I masturbate regularly, and am pretty experimental with my own body. Everyone in this room has seen me masturbate and I've been lucky enough to have done so with both Anna and Natalie. I am bisexual and am incredibly turned on by each and every person in this room. When I masturbate, I often like to put a finger, or vibrator in my bum and, as well as many other things I particularly hope to try anal sex this weekend. I can't wait to see what semen tastes like, and hope I can give you each as much pleasure as possible over the coming days.'

There were smiling faces looking at me, though no-one made to follow. 'Who's next?' 

No-one volunteered so I nodded towards Anna as she stood nearest to me.

'Well, okay, I guess.......' she began falteringly. 'How do I follow that!? My name is Anna, and I am eighteen too. And a virgin too. I have kissed a couple of boys, but nothing more than that. I...well, sure I masturbate too, though Amelia had to show me how before I enjoyed it. Now I like it a lot, and as she says, we have masturbated together a few times. I'm pretty much straight, though I do think girls looks sexy naked. I don't know what else to say. Except, well. Okay. What we're doing here is crazy. I mean totally crazy. If our parents knew about this they'd have a fit. But that's why I wanted to do it. I don't know if this makes sense or not, but it's the crazyness that made me want to say yes to doing it. I don't know what's going to happen. But I'd like to say thank you for whatever follows. Whatever else, it'll be a once in a lifetime experience.'

I clapped and the others joined in. Then motioned for Owen to follow.

'Hi, I'm Owen, and I too am an eighteen year old virgin. I have kissed one girl, and we fooled about a bit as well, but I have never been fully naked with anyone before.... Well, no that is a lie actually. I was almost fully naked with Amelia once. But apart from that, nothing. Of course I masturbate, and I have done it in the same room as other boys before, but not with them, if you know what I mean. I like...you know...the usual stuff, and I hope you guys enjoy this weekend. Oh, and I'm definitely straight.'

Another round of applause.

'I'm John, and I'm straight too. My body is completely virgin territory. I'm twenty now, and had my first romantic kiss when I was about thirteen. I've made out with a few girls since then but the furthest I went with anyone was to touch their breasts. I have only started masturbating recently, and like most of the people here, it seems it was inspired by Amelia's antics last time she was here. And in the interests of full disclosure, she has seen me naked as well. If this weekend is half as sexy as that time was, then we are all in for one hell of a treat. Wouldn't you agree Ben?'

'Sure would, John. I'm Ben, I'm Amelia's brother, and I am a virgin too, technically. I have done stuff with girls, even had oral sex once. But that is as far as I have gone. I'm almost twenty now, and this all happened in the last year. I've kissed a few girls, but not had a real relationship or anything yet. Anyway, I grew up with Amelia, I've seen her naked many times, and the image of her masturbating here a few months ago remains indelibly marked upon my consciousness. I can't believe we are here like this, and I don't think anyone in the world other than Amelia could have found herself in this bizarre situation. But I know it's going to be a lot of fun for us all and I can't wait to get started.'

The tension had melted by now, there was barely time for a few claps before Natalie had started. 'And I'm Natalie, I'm eighteen like Anna and Amelia and I don't know any of you as well as you know each other, but I'm excited and nervous to be here today. I can't believe this is actually going to happen, and I don't know how I am going to do this. I'm a virgin, and don't have a clue about what to do sexually, I hope you will all bear with me, and I hope I am good for you all. I definitely want to do this. I haven't kissed anyone properly, and no-one has ever touched me or anything like that. But I have watched some pornography recently and I am totally fascinated with masturbating. I especially like it when I touch my nipples, and play with my breasts: if anyone wants to do that to me, I guess you can be my guest. I don't know specifically what I am most looking forward to this weekend, though I do know that I get wet thinking about it, and that I can't wait to get started. I don't know whether I'm straight or bisexual, but I hope I get a chance to try everything with all of you. I went on the pill specifically for this weekend. Basically, I'm ready and willing. Treat me gently, okay?'

Final introduction done, we clapped us all. 

'Thanks Natalie. You've all got me a whole lot more excited. It's nice that we all seem to be looking forward to this. I think it goes without saying that I am too, though like many of you I don't know how I'll react once things get under way. So I'd like to ask that right here and now we agree to a few ground rules. First, as Natalie said, be gentle. We are all new at this so take things slowly, and make sure you check regularly that whatever you are doing is enjoyable for the other person.'

Nods all round. 

'Secondly, and most importantly of all. Respect each other. Each of us has decided to be here because we want to discover more about ourselves and our sexualities, but that doesn't mean anyone here is a slut or a player or any other term that imposes a power inequality on our interactions. We are six equals, and will remain so throughout. If anybody says no at any point, we will stop immediately and go from there. Okay?'

More nods.

'Finally, and most important of all: have fun. Sex is meant to be fun. So if something goes wrong and you cum too soon, or choke on something or fart or anything else, don't worry. We're all amateurs, we're all liable to make mistakes. Just try to laugh as much as possible and I just know this will be the best weekend of our entire lives. Okay?'





Such Stuff as Dreams are Made Ch. 04



'Okay.'

'I suggest we begin by showing each other our bodies. That way we each know what we have to work with, so to speak. Is that okay with everyone?'

More nods. They were willing, it seemed, but perhaps not willing leaders. Luckily I wanted to take charge. 

'I guess since it's my fault we are all here in the first place, I better light the way, so to speak.' I stood in the middle of the room, where there was enough space for everyone to get a good view. I thought back to the time at the swing, and for a minute I couldn't believe I was back here, stripping for friends who may just as well back out as follow me. I wavered, for just a moment. There was no certainty that I wasn't going to get naked and spread my legs, only to find myself being laughed at by the rest of the room, ridiculed and then perhaps humiliated. So far everything had gone disturbingly to plan, and they seemed keen and eager, but when push came to shove, I still had no idea whether I could trust the boys to be man enough to get their kit off. I was less worried about Anna and Natalie, for we had talked long about it, and I knew that even if they were nervous, they would try to support me. I realised then that despite all the books I had read, and all the fantasising I had done, I still knew remarkably little about mens' minds. I couldn't read them, and I certainly didn't understand them. Was this an impasse? Or had I inadvertently stumbled again upon the reason for making this movie in the first place? I was no longer an innocent fifteen year old girl's school student, but an adult, a grown woman. How could I be taken seriously in the world when I had understood so little about the minds' of men; how could I take myself seriously when I knew, deep down, that I was nothing but an inexperienced, naive little girl still playing with the grown-ups? Maybe Mum was right. Maybe they were just the same as women, underneath all that bravado. I had spent my life fantasising about the world, watching it from afar like a princess trapped in a tower, and now it was time to climb down the turret, and find out for myself. 

I looked over at Owen, and he smiled. More than anyone, I didn't know how to read him: he kept his emotions and wants well hidden. Whether I would understand him any better when this weekend was through I had no idea. But it was worth a shot.

I lifted my head up high, pointed my chin, fingers, toes, breasts, and every other part of me which might be able to display poise, and began, ever slowly, to strip. I didn't have many clothes on to begin with. First to go was my black strapless top, pulled up and over my head to reveal my brand new lacy red push-up bra. I had tried this on many times since I purchased it, amazed at the transformation it inspired in my chest. From nowhere I had cleavage, and my breasts seemed to grow at least an inch. When I looked up to see peoples faces, they were there in the bottom of my vision, pestering me to play with them. I smiled, and spread my arms to give everyone a clear view of my chest. Anna and Natalie were chuckling quietly to themselves, still seemingly surprised by my wanton exhibitionism. Owen looked sheepish and uncomfortable, while Ben and John seemed to have been transported into a strip club, and were raucously whistling and hooting for more. It sounds silly, but that was what I wanted. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be nothing more than a piece of meet.

I turned back to Owen, and fixed him with my eyes, telling him that in my mind it was him and me in the room together, and that I was stripping for him. This new lingerie was a ribbon around his present waiting to be unwrapped. Reaching down and unhooking the button on my skirt, popping the fly open, I stood straight and let it drop down my legs. My matching lacy French shorts barely concealed the shape of my pussy underneath. I pushed my breasts out, stood up straighter, and spun around to give everyone a good look at me.

The raucous behaviour from John and Ben was even louder now, and Anna was joining in as well. They stared at me: hungry, intent, rapt. I couldn't imagine how they would react when I was fully naked. But I wasn't ready for that yet. 

'Okay, that's a hint of what you will all be feasting your eyes on in a few minutes time. But first I want you all to strip to your underwear too, so that I don't feel so much like a hired stripper. If you are self conscious, you can all do it at the same time, but I'm not losing another garment until I see flesh.'

I put my hands on my hips and waited for them to strip. For a few seconds, no-one moved. They looked around at each other, avoiding eye contact and waiting to see who would take the lead. Eventually Ben peeled his t-shirt over his head to reveal his sexy chest. He kicked off his shoes and socks, and then pulled down his shorts, making sure to keep his boxers in place below. He was flaccid under that thin cotton, and came striding over to stand by me. And then there were two of us, standing facing each other, one boy and one girl, one man and one women, one brother and one sister. 

'Well come on people. Lets lose the clothes so we can see what Amelia's hiding under her new outfit.'

That was all it took. In a matter of seconds everyone was down to their underwear. Owen and John had new underwear, tight boxers clinging like Clingfilm to the general bulge of their genitalia. Anna had a black push-up bra and thong set, sheer and shiny, which gave her figure a delightfully flirtatious aura. Natalie looked even more stunning, if that was possible, in a half-cup bra in a vibrant turquoise colour, and matching Brazilian briefs. Her breasts were almost spilling out of the bra, the nipples obvious through the material. She was not going to have trouble getting anyone to give attention to them!

Ben was the tallest of the boys: well built and with short blondish hair and a boyish face not unlike that of Matt Damon. John was tanned, with dark thick Jewish hair so at odds with Owen's long surfer hair wet and wild about his face, dark brown eyes, smooth tanned skin and one freckle by his upper lip. 

'Thanks! I guess it's me again!' 

Five pairs of bulging eyes watched as I unclasped my bra, hunching my shoulders and letting it hang there for a second before dropping it to flutter like a leaf to the floor. A collective gasp escaped my friend's taut bodies.

Without pausing I turned around and peeled my underwear down my legs, giving them all a quick glimpse of my bum and the stretched outline of my pussy. Having kicked the panties from my feet I stood up, turned around, and displayed my body before my friends. What they saw that day was an eighteen year old, 5'4', with shoulder length light brown hair and blue eyes. My breasts were round and pert as only a teenagers could be, growing almost every day, the areolas small and milky white, the nipples standing out from them shockingly, obscenely pink, the same colour as the inside of my pussy. 

I could feel the fingers of each of them straining to reach out and touch me, to feel my nubile body and taste my skin. But they had to get naked first. An atmosphere of hyper tense excitement had built up. No-one had any doubts anymore. 

'There I am. You can have a closer look later. I promise. But first everyone else has to get naked. And since there's already one naked girl in this room, it seems only fair if the boys go first. Ben, do you mind?'

I sat down on the bed, and motioned for Anna and Natalie to sit on either side of me. First Ben, then John, and finally Owen each unabashedly pull down their underwear and release their concealed cocks. They were not yet fully hard, but the signs were there. Ben seemed to have the biggest tool, though John sported impressive girth. They all looked tasty to me. 

'Delicious. You are all very sexy men.'

'Well, give us a spin,' Natalie giggled and they obeyed, displaying their firm bums, strong shoulders and seductive arms. Their bodies were tight, athletic and slim. My mind was instantly awash with improper thoughts about what I was going to do with them.

'Okay, girls, it's your turn now.' 

Anna stood and stripped away her tiny little wrapper. She had the cutest little upturned piggy nose and blonde curls which cascaded across her face, partially covering her blue eyes and the rosy cheeks shining now with excitement and vulnerability. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but with large areolas and small, round nipples which I had always desperately wanted to suckle. She turned around to remove her thong and gave us a beautiful view of her bum crack. Her pubic area was curly and thick, barely any pussy visible beneath the tufts. Ben, John, and Owen whistled their appreciation. 

Natalie was the tallest of the girls, with long toned legs converging to reveal a trimmed bush of dark brown hair. The dimples in her cheeks made her smile look coy and her freckles stand out against flushed skin. She had long olive hair which possessed a shine of its own and she burst into nervous laughter at all the eyes feasting on her naked virgin body. 

Without needing to be asked they each did a twirl. There were now three very firm cocks standing straight out in front of the three men, their hands occasionally reaching out to grab and hold them before self consciousness forced them to let go and set them bobbing like three vertical pendulums. 

I opened my mouth to speak, only to find a lump the size of a tennis ball lodged in my throat. I gulped it down and tried again.

'Oh my, you must be the five sexiest people I have ever seen in my life. You are all absolutely divine. Lets have another drink and get used to seeing each other without any clothes on.' 

Natalie picked up the bottle of champagne and we passed it around the room, each taking small sips and trying not to stare too eagerly. I made sure I sat with my legs crossed, ensuring the top of my pussy was visible to anyone who wished to look. We made small-talk as best we could, everyone waiting expectantly for what was to come. When the bottle came around again I took a longer gulp,

'I think it's time to take a closer look at the human body...'

They cheered. 

'..starting, I think, with the female form.'

More cheers.

I moved to lie higher on the bed. 

'Now, the first thing to remember with sex is that no matter how good you are, lubrication will make everything a whole lot better. No matter whether you are masturbating alone at home, or about to make a porno, before you touch anyone, grab the lube and make sure your fingers are nice and wet.' 

I reached under the pillow behind me and brought out the first of my many bottles of lube, squirted a blob on my palms, and set about warming it up.

I put on my very best teacher voice and straightened my index finger, to use as a pointing stick. 'These are my breasts. You can also call them boobs, tits, or any one of a million other names. On them, you will find the areola, which is the small circle of skin around the nipple, and then the nipple. Notice how they are firm and pointy at the moment. This is a sign that I am aroused.' 

As I named each of my intimate body parts, I pointed to them, rolling them in my fingers. I motioned for Owen to touch my breasts, and closed my eyes as he stretched over to fondle my right breast. He lingered there, then moved to the other. I had no desire for him to stop. 

'Now we move on to the female genitalia.' A sharp scent of sex filled the air as I opened my legs and my hand moved down, fingers parting through my trimmed brown tuft. 

'The female genitalia consists of both external and internal organs. The internal genitalia includes the vagina, uterus and ovaries. The external genitalia are collectively described as the vulva. The vulva itself is made up of the clitoris and clitoral hood, the labia majora and minora, and the vaginal opening.' With each scientific name I pointed to the area concerned and struggled to control the urge to abandon myself to wild masturbation. 'The lips are called the labia, the vagina is the hole itself, and the clitoris is this little bud at the top of the vagina' This scientific speech sounded clinical, cold and precise: it turned me on. 'You will notice that there is a small covering over the clitoris which is known as the clitoral hood. Now boys,' I turned to fix the guys with my eyes, 'the clitoris is the most sensitive part of the female body, with about twice as many nerve endings as the head of your penis. It feels amazing when rubbed, sucked or licked and most girls orgasm best when the clitoris is directly stimulated. You can also lick the labia and vagina, or put your fingers, cocks, or other implements in the vagina itself. When the girl is aroused her vagina will secrete a lubricating substance which makes penetration easier. When you lick the female genitalia it is known as cunnilingus, when you stick your cock in the vagina it is intercourse.'

My lecture over, I stared proudly round at my students and their eager faces. 'Any questions?' 

There weren't.

'Right then. Let's get on with the demonstration. Owen, you are doing a great job. Keep playing with my breasts.

'If you insist.'

'John, I want you to run your fingers down my pussy. Yes, like that. Feel how wet I am?' He nodded, dumbly. 'That is how you can tell I am aroused, like I can tell you are aroused because your penis is erect.

The sun was shining through the window and a bird flew past outside, another pair of eyes feasting briefly on my naked body. I spread my legs even wider and used my right hand to hold myself open. 

'Now, I want you to put your finger inside my vagina, slowly. Feel how tight and muscular it is, how the folds are warm and wet? Imagine how that would feel wrapped around your cock?'

John stopped and I thought he was about to cum. But he controlled his sudden urge and resumed his exploration of my pussy. It felt odd, having someone else's finger inside me for the first time. Colder than my own, less focused in its motions. I couldn't guess what was going to happen next, and had to fight the urge to grab his hand in my own and force it to do what I wanted. He kept thrusting when I expected him to stroke, or stroke when I thought he would thrust. But I stayed still and soon learned to accept the lack of control. Soon it became the very best thing about his touch. I let my head fall back, shut my eyes and surrendered myself to the strange, wonderful new feeling.

After a minute, he added another finger, rhythmically pumping me towards orgasm. I had to control myself and regain composure. There was a lot more to get through in this lesson before I could let myself cum.

'Now with your palm facing the ceiling, John, I want you to bend your finger as though you a motioning me to come hither, like that, about an inch inside.' As he moved his fingestip. I felt a gently pleasant tickle and then suddenly there it was, the jump in my body as his finger slid over my g-spot. 'YES!' I called, breaking the rooms silence with my desire. 'There, you feel that little spot there, that's the G-spot, it feels absolutely amazing if you stimulate it, and is the principle means of a woman orgasming through vaginal stimulation alone. Being able to find it is a great technique to have.'

I turned to Ben, hoping to gage his thoughts. How would he react to the idea of touching his sister? John and Owen's ministrations were wonderful, but it was all beginning to tumble out of control. I wanted him here. I needed him here. And the way he was watching my pussy it was clear that he was eager to get involved. 

'Ben, I want you to stroke my clit, softly though, like this.' I took his hand in mine, and slowly pressed his index finger to me. His finger was warmer than John's had been, softer too. I had never noticed before, but as I guided it around my body it struck me how incredibly soft Ben's hands were. He was gentle, and loving with my body, and his hands felt like warm cotton.

'When women masturbate, we tend to concentrate mostly on our clit. You may have seen pornos with women shoving giant toys inside them, and that can feel nice. But most women can only orgasm from direct clitoral stimulation. Knowing how to play with a clitty, how to massage and rub and toy with it is one of the best tools you can possess.'

As I grew used to having three men fondling my body, I guided Ben's finger around my clit, the pace increasing steadily. 

'Oh yes, like that,' I breathed, letting go of Ben's hand and leaving him to do as he wished. I closed my eyes and savoured the new sensations about my body. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. 

'Listen to my body. Pay attention to my breathing, and how I move. A woman's body is like a musical instrument. You have to listen to the sounds it makes to know what to do. Blow too hard and she'll screech like a banshee, too soft and she'll become frustrated. But get it right and she'll be putty in your hands. Like I am for you.'

John and Ben were increasing their pace, herding me towards orgasm. I had to stop speaking. I bucked my hips, licked my lips, trembled. Above me, Owen watched my face with a look of total satisfaction. His strong hands caressed my breasts, flicking the nipples between middle and ring fingers. I reached up and pulled his head to mine, brushing my palm against his cheek. Lips parted and barely an inch between us, we held each others gaze. His eyes were so warm they could have melted toffee. He had stopped playing with my breasts, though his hands still rested warmly against them. My back arched towards him. He brushed a strand of hair from my brow.

I yearned to kiss him more passionately than I had yearned for anything in my life. I was excited and terrified and needy all at once. I couldn't have stopped now had I wanted to. Inch by glacial inch his lips descended. 

When we touched it was like settling into a warm bath on a cold day. We came together and were stationary. His lips were thicker than I had expected. A slight bristle of stubble against my chin. Our first kiss. My first kiss. I was naked and being finger fucked by two other guys but if it wasn't for the rapidly approaching orgasm they could have been on a different planet. I pressed my palms against the side of his face and clutched him to me. 

The tip of his tongue pushed sweetly into my mouth, and ran softly around my top teeth. I wanted to devour him. 

Feeling the bed bounce beneath me I opened my eyes to find Anna crawling on all fours towards us, boobs hanging low beneath her. Her hands took over playing with my breasts, allowing Owen to pull me to him. I was hot and cold at the same time, somehow. Electricity seemed to be sparking on my tongue and between my nipples, running down into my pussy. I was wetter than ever before.

'MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh,' I moaned into his mouth, completely forgetting where I was. 'Oh, Owen, I'm going to come.'

Soon another pair of hands were at my breasts, and across my stomach. Five people with ten hands caressing me. It was overwhelming. I bucked against John's fingers, ran my hands through Owen's hair and clenched his scalp tight. Here it came.

My body went rigid.

I let out a long, howling moan into Owen's mouth.

My whole body shook. 

I saw stars of blue and black behind my eyelids. For the first time in my life I could feel every nerve ending in my entire body. Parts I never knew existed tingled as I trembled. The back of my knees, the inside of my wrists, the nape of my neck. My spine.

I could feel the gentle movements of my students, but it was as though the body they were touching were no longer my own. 

As the orgasm waned I felt a wave of total comfort seeping over me. This was what I wanted. No regrets, no uncertainty. I had opened my body to my friends and they had embraced me as I only ever dreamed they would. 




Such Stuff as Dreams are Made Ch. 05



The next thing I knew, John was laughing. 'Well, that was fun.'

We turned our entangled bodies to face him. He lay next to Natalie, his hand idly resting against her nipples. 

'I bet you enjoyed that,' Owen bantered back. 'Never thought you'd get a blow job off anyone as sexy as Natalie here, did you?'

'It was a joy and a delight to be of service,' she quipped as we disentangled ourselves and sat up on the bed. 'I'm sure you'll return the favour.'

The white sheet on the bed was crumpled, relaxed and loose, twined around our bodies and the duvet like vines in a jungle. It has been transformed by our actions, seen much over the past few hours. Newly naked bodies lying down on its crisp corners, first my body, laid back and sinking into its curves, opening up, demonstrating, exposing myself, and then the others joining in, giving their juices to it, letting them merge together.

'So, that's sex. Some of it anyway. What did you all think?'

'Amazing,' whispered Ben, still unable to take his eyes off Anna.

'I haven't come that hard in all my life,' agreed John.'

'No-one wants to pull out of this?'

'Not on your life,' exclaimed Anna. 

'What's next?' asked Natalie. They all turned to me.

'I think it's time for a break. There are three bedrooms in this house, and in each of them you will find a picnic for two. Why don't we split up into pairs and go and enjoy a leisurely romantic lunch. There's champagne, strawberries and cream, chocolates. And then, I think it might be time to lose our virginities, don't you?'

'Oh yes,' cooed Anna.

'Do people want to choose who they go with? Shall we hold a secret ballot?'

'Well it seems pretty clear that Anna and Ben are about to jump each other whether it is in private or not,' Natalie began. 'And you and Owen aren't far behind them,' she laughed, pointing at me. 'So, if you will have me, John, I'm all yours. Take me to your room and screw me until my eyes roll back in their sockets and I can't come any more.'

'I think I'm dreaming!' John replied. He stood and scooped her into his arms, planting a kiss on her lips. I looked over at Owen and nodded, biting my bottom lip. Everything was coming together nicely.

'We'll meet back here when everyone is finished. Take your time though. I plan on keeping Owen to myself for quite a while.' I picked up my lingerie from the side of the bed and put it back on. 

'What did we do to deserve a friend like you?' Owen answered from across the room. He walked towards me, his cock swinging gently, took my hand, and led me down the hallway to his bedroom. 

Before the door was even shut, we were all over each other, his body pushing me back against the door, our mouths pressed firmly against each other.

All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh.

I bit at his lip and tongue, hungrily, trying to suck him into me, and he did the same. We swirled our mouths around each others, and ruffled our hands through each others hair. His penis grew against my stomach; it felt comfortable and correct: we were each made to be in that place, right then. We toppled onto the bed, and breathed deeply, staring into each others faces. 

'Fancy drinking champagne from my belly button?' I asked.

'If you'll eat cream from my cock,' he replied.

'You bet.'

'And maybe later I'll fuck you until you scream.'

'Shut up and get the basket. I need a drink before you get me that excited again!'

He grabbed the picnic basket, and set it on the bed. On top of the strawberries, cream, champagne and chocolates, there was a selection of wraps and sandwiches, crisps, fruit juices, nuts and fruit. We were ravenously hungry. While Owen struggled to open the champagne, I ripped open a three bean wrap and devoured it. A loud pop came from the bedroom next door and a cork struck the wall separating us from another couple about to fuck.

'Cheers,' He said.

'Cheers,' I echoed.

'To a beautiful girl and the start of something special.'

I felt another tear in my eye. It is hard to have all your dreams come true at once. 'I'll drink to that.'

We each took a swig of champagne and leaned in to kiss. He brushed his lips against my top lip and I responded instantly. His tongue pressed against my teeth and I let him in. We gasped for breath, struggling to keep the champagne from spilling. I broke off the kiss, threw back my champagne, placed the glass on the night stand, and leant back. He did the same and leant down to me. We rolled across the bed, hands all over each other. The champagne was already warming my head, and with his fingers running softly through my hair and his cock pressing against my stomach I was losing control. My hands ran down his back and over his shoulders, and focused all my attention on his mouth. We had all the time in the world, and I didn't want to rush a single second. He tasted bubbly and smelt of man. He rolled me on to my back and I looked up at the ceiling, to the little whirring red light which was taking this all in. On the wall a mirror reflected our entangled bodies and I stared at us, enchanted, unable to believe that I was there, with the man of my dreams.

'Mmmmmmm. I could keep kissing you forever.'

'Please do.'

'I want you,' he whispered, eyes ablaze, voice wobbling with desire.

He was naked. I wasn't. I rolled him onto his back and sat on his stomach. I pulled my hair back and unclasped my bra. His hand cupped my naked breasts and I breathed a deep shuddering breath. I ground my hips against his torso. His nipples were hard. So were mine. He had a hand over each of my breasts, alternating between stroking around their edges and pinching the nipples. He was a little rough but I wasn't going to correct him.

I pressed my lips back to his. Our chests met, nipples dragging across each other's skin. My stomach turned to jelly. I felt like I would burst open with desire. And yet I didn't need to go any further. This was exactly what I wanted. This felt right. A warm silence stretched between us. Right then, I could almost have called the whole thing off. 

Owen, though, had other plans. From nowhere he flipped me over so that he was on top. It was a swift movement, perfectly controlled, leaving me with a sense of total vulnerability and unbelievable arousal.

'I want to make you happy,' he said. 'I'll do anything you want. 

'You already have,' I replied. He moved down my body, across my well massaged breasts and down to my sopping panties, sliding his fingertip under the waste band. His tongue ran down the length of my pussy, pushing the material up and into me. 

'Mmmmm,' he mumbled and the vibrations shot through me. 

With his fingertips still inside my panties he moved his hands around to my hips and slipped them down. Down a little, to reveal my shaved pubes, down further to uncover my aching clitoris, down a little more to uncover the length of my sopping slit. The material clung to my juicy pussy as he pulled it away, and I had a sense that this must be one of the most sexually explicit sights in the world. The sodden exposure of an aroused woman. I made a mental note to make sure Natalie and Anna put their lingerie back on later, and smiled down at him as he exposed my sex to his hungry mouth.

His breath was warm. He kissed my inner thighs. He took in my scent and scooped a little juice from my opening into his mouth. 'Yum,' he said. 'I could get used to this.' I could barely breathe.

He teased me, he aroused me, he savoured me. My cunnilingus fantasies were nothing compared to his tender ministrations. Every time he touched me, with his tongue or lips or fingers or nose or the whole of his face, he brought new sensations to my body. He seemed to sense what I needed before I did, he knew when to pick me up and when to back off and let me come back down again. Or perhaps that was blind luck. I sat up as far as possible and watched him eat me. It was a most beautiful sight.

Occasionally he would smile up at me, face glazed with my juices. Then he returned to his gentle sucking. I began to feel an orgasm approaching, and lay back to let things build. I reached down and gently pulled him away. 'Stop,' I whispered. 'I don't want to come until you are inside me.' He looked slightly disappointed and I laughed. 'It's okay, you can do that again any time you like.'

He kissed me and I tasted myself.

'I'm delicious!'

'You sure are.' He put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. 'I'm going to make love to you now.'

My heart skipped a beat. I wrapped my legs around his body, pulling him to me. I wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. I nodded and tried to smile.

'You do want this, don't you?'

I nodded vigorously. 'Yes,' I croaked. 'I want you so much I can barely breathe.'

He smiled and repositioned himself above me, his cock pressing up and down against my snatch. I pulled my legs as wide as possible. He was at my entrance. I reached down to guide him in and there he was, his head just inside me, thick and firm and irresistible. He pushed forwards. I lifted my hips to meet him and he began to slide into me. The feeling was different to that of a finger, or even a vibrator. He was warm and the further he pushed into me the more I could feel him flexing and pulsing. Barely half in he filled me completely. He was patient and slow, inserting himself in stages and giving me time to adjust to the new sensations. My folds stretched to take him in. I could feel him up in my stomach. It was like nothing I had felt before. 

Eventually he was all the way in, balls pressing against my bum and strands of pubic hair tickling my skin. It felt incredible. Each of us looked down to where were previously his cock and my pussy but was now the site of our bodies joined together. He withdrew and we watched, enraptured, as his cock emerged, slick with my juices, distending me with it. 

'Oh Owen, your cock is right inside me. I can feel every move you make. It's like you are a part of me.'

Owen moaned and I realised how close he was.

'Mmmmmnnnnnn. Make love to me, Owen.'

He shut his eyes and pushed back into me, harder this time. I used my legs to pull him closer. His strong arms were either side of my head, shoulder muscles tight. He had a prominent BCG scar on his left arm. There was a small cluster of hair around his nipples. His eyes had little specks of green in them. He liked to take five or six short shallow strokes and then bury himself in me completely. I tried to match his rhythm and thrust against him. Our grunting became a beat by which we fucked. 

He shifted his weight to support himself on one arm and used the other to play with my breasts. I reached underneath him to stroke his balls. He mewed helplessly at my touch.

He put both his hands back on the bed and leaned down to kiss me. It was a soft kiss, barely brushing my lips and leaving me wanting much more. I used my other hand to hook him back and closed my lips around his. He rested his chest against mine, our nipples pressing against each other. He was a man above me and I was his women. His cock said that with every thrust into me, his lean muscles said that as they lifted him back above me again.

'Want to try a different position?'

Nodding, he pulled out. 'What do you fancy?,' he replied.

'I just want you inside me.'

'Roll over then.'

'Yes, sir!'

I turned over and got and my hands and knees, lifting my hips and presenting myself to him. He placed his hands on my hips and slid back inside me, much easier this time, setting a quicker pace from the off. He was going even deeper than before. I could feel the tip of him brush against my cervix when he thrust deeply. 

'Yes, yes, yes,' I chanted as his balls and thighs slapped against my thighs, forcing my breath out with every thrust. His hands reached around to cover my breasts and then one came down to my clit. I sucked air through my teeth and cried out with the pleasure. And still he fucked me, plunging faster and faster into me until the room was filled with nothing but the slap of skin on skin. From the rest of the house we could hear grunts and moans and all sorts of sexy noises. It was as though the house, rather than the inhabitants, were having sex.

I squeezed my pelvic muscle and he moaned. 'That was amazing, do it again.'

I did. 

'Yes. You feel like hot silk.'

'Oh God. I'm going to cum.'

'Do it, cum for me.'

'Oh God. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yes, yes, oh fuck me, Owen. Slam into me. Make me cum.'

His pace increased. He pounded into me with such vigour my face was pressed into the wall. He pinched my clit. I moaned in rhythm with his pounding. 'Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.'

'Yes, here...it...is, I'm coming. I'm coming! I'm...Aggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmnnnnnn.' My body convulsed. I came. It was unlike any orgasm I had felt before. My body went rigid and stayed that way as orgasm after orgasm ripped through me. I was vaguely aware of Owen behind me, feeding his cock in and out of me. The orgasms came with each forward thrust, each time his cock brushed my g-spot. Five, six, I lost count after that. I must have been screaming incoherently because my ears were filled with sound.

Owen slowed behind me, then stopped altogether, his cock buried deep inside me. I tried to regain my breathing. He pulled out and I groaned my disappointment. But I was too spent to stop him. I collapsed into the bed.

It wasn't until I felt something warm pressing against my lips that I realised he hadn't come yet. I opened my eyes to see his cock before me, pre-cum dripping from the head. It was big and purple and very hard. I smiled and opened my mouth, kissing his head as he slid back inside me. I ran my tongue all around the head, he was sodden with my cream. I reached out to stroke him, felt the tightness in his testicles.

I lifted my eyes, to his. 'You can do whatever you want to me,' I mumbled around his cock. In answer he pushed further into my mouth. I tried to accommodate him. I had about half his length inside me, but it wasn't a good angle to take him deeper. So I set to bobbing back and forth along him, one hand pumping the shaft, the other fondling his balls.

'I'm going to cum in your mouth,' he panted.

My eyes widened and I quickened the pace. I loved that he was taking control, using me exactly as he wanted. He was firm and insistent in my mouth, bashing against the back of my throat with each thrust. I tried to run my tongue over his head on the outstrokes, but he was pumping too fast. His balls tightened and I felt the cum rush up through his shaft. 'Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,' he cried out. His cock twitched and sprayed a load against my throat. I almost gagged and pulled back so just the head was in my mouth. I pumped the shaft as ropes of his seed sprang forth, filling my mouth. I tried to hold it in but it was too much. It was thick and warm and dribbled down my chin. It was not like I expected. But it was his, and he was grunting, and I loved every drop of it. When he finished cumming I tipped back my head and opened my mouth so that he could see his seed inside me. Then I swallowed. It coated my throat as it went down, lovingly, like paint dripping down a wall.

'You are delicious Mr.,' I said. He collapsed onto the bed beside me. I cleaned his cock completely. My aroma was still on him.

A feeling of calm came over me as he grew soft in my mouth. Through the walls I could hear the rhythmic rock of a bed, and the occasional accompanying grunt. I thought back on all the times I had seen Ben and Anna together, never guessing the feelings that must have been there beneath the surface? Why had Anna never told me? I would have been so happy. 

But I did understand. It was the same reason I had never said anything to Owen. Fear. Disbelief. The inability to communicate such emotions. It is all so much easier to express with the body. Above all, though, I was glad they hadn't acted on it until now. Glad I had never said anything to Owen either. It was the love behind the sex that would make this weekend so special. Without love, sex is just bumping, grinding bodies, incredibly erotic for a while but ultimately unfulfilling. With love, sex is just about the best thing in the world.

I just hoped their burgeoning love wouldn't stop them sharing themselves with the rest of us. It certainly wouldn't stop me, and I suspected Owen felt the same. In fact, the group sex would be improved now, for the knowledge that he was always there to keep me safe. 

Owen's voice brought me back to the present. I had forgotten there was a person attached to the cock in my mouth. 'That was amazing.' 

'I love your cock,' I replied.

'He likes you too, baby.'

I turned to face him and found his face warmer than any I had seen before. I left his cock alone and lay on top of him, my eyes inches from his.

'Thank you. That was even better than I imagined.'

'That's something, coming from an imagination like yours!'

'Seriously: I've never had an orgasm like that. It just kept on coming, I thought I might pass out.'

'So did I. I was worried about you for a minute. You were screaming your head off.'

'Do you think the others heard me?'

'They probably heard you halfway down the street!'

'Good.'

'Good?'

'Now everyone knows what a stud boyfriend I have.'

'Good point.'

'I can't believe how much you came.'

'Neither can I. It was like you were sucking it from me.'

'It's a shame you didn't come inside me as well. I really wanted to feel you splattering my insides.'

'Maybe we can try that later.'

'Is that a promise?'

'Sure.'

'Fancy some more champagne and food now?'

'Definitely.'

Owen poured the champagne and we drank. It was sweet and sharp and invigorating. I had some fruit juice too, to stop it all going to my head. We ate the rest of the food sitting naked on the bed. Barely talking. Sometimes he would reach out to brush a stray hair from my cheek. I couldn't help running my hand up and down his thigh. The sounds from next door rose to a frenzy, then died down. From further down the hall came the lilting sound of laughter.

When most of the food was gone we sat back and looked at each other. His eyes sparkled. 'Hey, you know what we forgot?' he said. 

'What?'

'Lie back.' I did and he poured a few drops of champagne into my navel. I laughed as he leaned down to suck it up, his lips caressing my stomach, tongue swirling to get every last taste. 'That was nice,' he said when it was all gone. 'I think I fancy some more.' He poured the champagne again, this time letting it splash and run down my sides before licking it all off again. It tickled, and I squirmed against him. Soon it was too much to bear.

'Okay, okay, my turn now.' I picked up the cream and squirted a spiral on each nipple. I looked at him and laughed. He looked ridiculous, like two Iced Gems growing from his torso. 

The laughter came in big heaving waves and I couldn't stop. I rolled off him and beat the covers. He looked down and laughed too. It would have been impossible not to. When he had recovered he grabbed some of the cream and smeared it across my cheek. Just out of reach. I dipped a finger into the cream and touched it to his nose. I leant down and kissed his nose, tasting the delicious cream and leaving a gentle bite mark where the cream had been.

I licked down his chest to the nipples and cleaned them as well. His cock began to grow. It pressed into my leg, then grew further, straightened and pointed towards his stomach. I ground down into him.

'Ooh, looks like you're recovering.' I said.

'Yes but I want a proper taste of that pussy of yours before anything else.'




Such Stuff as Dreams are Made Ch. 05



'I think that can be arranged.' I rolled off and spread my legs.

'Just one thing first.' His face was serious. 'What?' 

He smiled. 'You're face is still covered in cream.'

I laughed again. 'Oh yeah.' He passed me a towel and as I cleaned the excess cream he began to suckle on my nipples. I relaxed into the bed, lifted my arms over my head, and let him do with me as he wished. He licked my nipples and breasts, eagerly running his tongue all across them, nibbling the nubs. While licking and sucking one he cupped the other, running his fingers around the edge or brushing the back of his hand across the entire breast. It was wonderful. I was still a little spent from the earlier orgasms and could enjoy the sensations without feeling the need to grab his head and force it down to my pussy. 

'Now for that delicious pussy of yours.' I spread my legs. For who knows how long he licked and sucked and fingered me. Soon my hands were running up and down my sides, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples. I didn't need to orgasm, didn't particularly want to orgasm. It was enough savouring every sensation as he warmed my entire body. 

He shifted and removed his fingers from their pumping. I thought about protesting but before I could do so one of his fingers began stroking towards my bum. He found my bud and stroked back and forth across it. All of a sudden I felt empty. There was a whole other hole which hadn't felt Owen's attention yet, and I wanted him so badly. I needed him inside me.

He returned his finger to my pussy, withdrawing a moment later coated in my juices. I tensed, awaiting the long dreamt of touch. A jolt went through me when he made contact with my skin. I was so sensitive I could feel the contours of his fingerprint. He started just below my crack and slid smoothly up to my puckered hole. 

'Mmmmmm,' I sighed as his finger traced around my hole. He pressed softly against the opening. I pushed back and the tip of his finger lodged itself inside me. I sucked my breath in and encouraged him deeper. 

'Yes, that's it. Deeper, I want to feel you all the way inside me.'

He didn't respond: his face was still buried in my snatch, licking the free flowing juice out of my hole and brushing my clit. The need in my voice had clearly excited him though, for he pressed further and slid a lot further up my bum.

'Oh Goooooooooooooooood!' I hadn't realised I was close but that one movement had me panting and pulling his head to my clit. He complied, pulling his finger smoothly out of me until just the very tip remained. Then he pushed back up inside me, roughly, forcefully. 

'Oh yes, like that. Please. I'm almost there.'

'Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnn' he moaned into my clit, the vibrations running up through my stomach and lodging somewhere in my throat. That was all it took. I came. A short sharp orgasm that hit me like a train and felt like it was dragging me along behind it. He kept his finger inside me throughout, gently pushing further and further until his finger was all the way inside me. I opened my eyes. 'Mmmmmmmmm, that feels great.' I said, gyrating my hips.

'You are so hot.' He replied and crawled up my body until he was positioned to press his big cock back inside me. 

'Are you ready to go again?' I asked, jokingly.

'Just try and stop me.'

I gave his cock a squeeze. 'I've no intention of ever doing that,' I chuckled.

'I don't deserve you.'

'Well you've got me. And I'm still horny.'

'Good.'

'But I think that hole might need a break now. How about we lube you up and then you can slide this big boy up my bum?'

'I really don't deserve you!'

'I'll take that as a 'yes'?'

'Pass me that lube would you?' I handed it to him and he began to stroke his thick cock in preparation for sticking it inside me. It was huge.

'How do you want to do this?'

'What do you mean?'

'Do you want to be on your back or hands and knees?'

'Ooh good thinking! They both sound delicious.' I thought for a minute. 'Let's start with hands and knees, because I think it will be easier to go slow and control that way. But then I want to look into your eyes while you fuck me.'

'I'm sure that can be arranged.'

'Good.' He was rock hard and well lubricated now. I turned over and got on my hands and knees. I pressed the upper half of my body to the sheets and presented myself to him. He pressed the tip of his cock against me and paused. I pushed back but he pulled away.

'I want to hear you say it.'

'Oh God, please.'

'Say it.'

'Please, fill me with your hard cock.'

'Say it. Beg me to fuck you.'

'Oh, Owen, please. Fuck my arse. Please. Pound me until you explode inside me. I want to feel your cum splashing against my bowels and when you have finished I want to lick your cock completely clean. I don't care if it is covered in my shit, it will be our bodies together, and that is the hottest thing I can imagine.'

'That's it. You want this. You want my cock inside you. It's dirty and you love it and I love that you love it.'

He returned his cockhead to my hole. I pushed back towards him and this time he didn't move away.

'Spread yourself open for me,' he said. 'I want to watch my cock entering you.' 

I reached behind to pull my cheeks apart, exposing even more sensitive skin to his smooth cock head.

'Better, master?' I replied, excited at quite how far he was taking this.

'Looks good enough to eat. And one day I will. But right now, I'm going to fuck you.'

I trembled.

With his hands on my hips he pulled me back against him, his cock pushing against my only remaining virgin hole. I tried to relax but was too excited. I pushed back into him, encouraging him to press harder. Ever so slowly I began to open and his head slid inside. He was massive. Massive and warm. I swallowed and spread my cheeks wider, hole gaping like a goldfish. He held still, allowing me to get used to the feeling, then slid in further, pausing every inch or so as he went. I felt fuller than I ever had before and wondered whether I would even be able to take all of him. And still he kept on coming, stuffing me fuller with his meat. His head pressed against my coccyx, sending that familiar shooting feeling through my abdomen. 

'Oh Owen. I don't know if I can take any more.'

'Almost there,' he replied, 'can you take the last inch?'

I swallowed but pulled him to me and he pressed on. Just as I thought I couldn't take any more I felt the telltale tickle of his balls against my clit. 'There you are. I'm completely inside you.'

'Oooooooghh, I've never felt this full in my life.'

'You're so tight. It's like being in a warm grinder.'

'I'll grind you all you want, baby. Just give me a minute to get used to it.'

I heard a squeezing sound behind me and felt the cool caress of more lube dribbling down my crack. Many years of lubing up before a good butt plug session had instilled an almost pavlovian reflex in my mind. The mere sound and feel of cold, slippery lube had me panting for more. My skin had stretched itself around him, the sharp, Chinese Burn-like pain had passed. Now I felt stuffed.

'Do it. Fuck me like the slut I am.'

He withdrew slowly, taking my insides with him. It was strange, I rarely pushed in and out when I masturbated alone, and the feeling of emptying wasn't altogether pleasant. It felt like he was taking something of my insides with him as he left. I stayed still, hoping I wouldn't fart. But when just the head was left inside he pushed in again, harder this time, thrusting back inside me. The lube had evidently coated his shaft as he was cooler now, and slid in more smoothly. With every stroke his pace increased, and so did the volume of my moaning. It was somewhere between pain and pleasure, but with every stroke the pain receded and the pleasure increased. Well, it wasn't so much pleasure, it wasn't like an orgasm with its tightening, shattering ecstatic feeling. It was deeper, more internal, more insistent than that. It was desire. Deep, animalistic desire. I needed him to continue, it was as though his pumping was pushing blood around my body, as though without it I would die. My heart ached pleasurably, by body pressed back violently against him. He was giant and elemental and inside me. I don't know quite why I loved it, but I did. 

'Play with your pussy, Amelia. Stick your fingers inside and feel how full you are.'

I did, and he was right. My hole was stretched tight around his cock, pulling my pussy tight around my fingers too. Through the thin membrane between my two recently virgin holes I could feel the thrust of his cock. I tried to stroke his head as it pushed into me and he moaned with pleasure. So did I.

My body was concentrated at the bottom of my spine, at the steady, relentless push of his cock filling me. He reached around and cupped my breasts, pinching the nipples as he slid into me. Groaning.

'Your butt looks so good with my cock in it.'

'Oh, God.....I ......want.....to.....see.'

He slowed his pumping and then pulled out altogether. I felt horrendously empty. But I flipped over and pulled my legs up as close to my chest as possible. His cock was purple and hard, and it throbbed and bobbed between my legs. It glistened with whatever combination of fluids my butt and the lube had concocted. I could feel my hole gaping.

His cock was already pressing against me. I wanted him back inside me.

'Wait.' I said. 'Come here. I want to taste myself on you.'

He stopped his pressing and climbed off the bed, walking around to present his rigid cock to my waiting lips. I leaned in and sniffed, wondering what it would smell like. It was as earthy and warm and somehow wholesome. I stuck my tongue out and tasted the head, sleek and shiny and pulled tight as marble. It tasted of nothing so I opened my mouth wide and took as much of him in as possible. I ran my tongue up the underside and then down again, searching out any flavour I could find. It was a heady feeling, and soon I was sucking hard on him, lathing him with my tongue for everything it was worth.

'If you want me to come in your arse you better stop that pretty quickly.'

I did, and he returned to his station between my legs, pressing his hard head into my butt. Hamstrings tight, hands clasped around my knees to hold them tight, I watched as his cock disappeared back into my bum. Gulp. It was even fuller this way round. We writhed together, him pistoning in and out as I played with my clit and stroked his chest and arms. Trembling, so tight with arousal I felt sick, he fucked me with long hard strokes.

'Nggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmm'

'You're beautiful when you writhe like that.' 'You're.....nggghh.....beautiful.....mmmmmmnnnn.....when you...fuck like....that.'

'I'm close.'

My eyes shot open.

'Do it, cum for me, whitewash my....nggghhh.....insides.'

His cock pressed into me one last time, swelled and he came. My fingers reached for my clit and as his spasms subsided I came too, a short sharp orgasm like an explosion in my stomach. His arms gave way and he collapsed on top of me, lips pressed to the nape of my neck, cock softening within me. I pulled his butt into me, rubbing my mons against his stomach, and sighed.

Laying there, sweaty bodies entangled, he kissed my neck and I held him tight. There was nothing more between us. Words passed between us, smoking in the afternoon air. It didn't matter what they were. He popped out of me and cum trickled down my crack. 

In time, his cock thickened between us. 'I love you, Amelia.'

But I was already drifting into a hazy, deep sleep.