4 comments/ 35010 views/ 9 favorites Woman Enough By: AuburnErotica Claire watched as her boyfriend helped her dad fix the fence in the backyard. She noticed how tan his arms were, and how his muscles flexed and rippled each time he swung the hammer. His slightly overgrown brown-blond curls lay plastered against his sweaty neck. The shy, skinny kid who had once stammered and shifted his way through asking the bubbly girl with the ponytail to the homecoming dance had been replaced by a tall, broad man - one who tempted her to an unsettling degree. Not to mention, the bubbly girl who'd once been passionate about saving herself for marriage had suddenly been replaced by an eighteen-year-old woman struggling to understand the aching burn between her legs. She watched as Ryan helped her father put his tools away, periodically using his shirt to wipe rivulets of sweat from the bridge of his nose. Seeing him brush the dirt off his jeans reminded her of how he smoothed his hands over the skin of her abdomen, and on rare occasions, her breasts and bottom. It amazed her to think the same hands doing such rough, dirty work could feel so soft and intense on her body. "Ryan, my man," her dad bro-slapped his shoulder, "Thank you for your help today." "You're welcome, Mr. Collins," he smiled proudly as he shook his girlfriend's father's hand. "Um, hel-lo!?" Claire feigned bratty impatience, "How about 'Thanks, Claire, for letting me use your boyfriend for cheap labor, making him all sweaty and stinky for date night...'" Mr. Collins shook his head, laughing at his daughter's sharp sense of humor. "Speaking of which, what do you kids have planned for the night?" "We had such a busy time last weekend," she began, referring their recent Senior Prom, "We're just going to stay in and watch movies." "Ah, well," her father began, struggling for the right words, "You remember your mother and I are going to the Sutters' dinner party tonight, right?" "Ohhh, that's right!" Claire pretended to have forgotten, even though she helped her mom pick an outfit that very afternoon. She and Ryan were rarely allowed to be home alone together, but she was hoping her dad might feel obliged to bend the rules this once. She turned to Ryan, using her best disappointed face "I guess we should probably go to the movies instead, then." "Claire, can I see you in the kitchen for a second?" She followed her dad into the kitchen, and watched him rub his forehead the way he did when he was getting ready to do something he didn't particularly want to do. "Well, kiddo, you know how I feel about you and Ryan being home alone-" "I know Dad, but-" "Let me finish," he put his hand up, "I trust you to make good decisions, and Ryan's a good kid. Your mother thinks we should start giving you two a little more independence." I like where this is going, Claire thought. "Since the Sutters' live so far away and we're likely to do a fair bit of drinking, we'll probably stay the night there. I want Ryan on his way home by midnight, is that understood?" Claire nodded, unable to hold back a smile. Her dad pulled her to his side for a hug, and kissed the top of her head, "You're legally an adult now, but you're still my little girl." Claire returned outside to find Ryan leaning against his car, arms folded. "So, what's the verdict?" She stood on her tiptoes to reach his lips for a quick kiss, "Green light." "Sweet," Ryan replied, somewhat surprised. He'd always gotten along with Claire's parents, but he knew how strict her father could be about his only daughter. "I'm gonna run home to shower and I'll be back in an hour. I was thinking about bring something back for dinner..." "Chinese food??" Claire looked excited. She was always excited about Chinese food. "Sure," Ryan chuckled, "Anything you want." After a light tap on her bum, he hopped in his car and sped for home. Claire hustled around her room, fluffing her hair and applying some light make-up. She smoothed her bed and shoved some dirty clothes and old magazines under her bed. Her parents pulled out of the driveway just as the sun began setting. About ten minutes later, the flash of Ryan's headlights prompted the butterflies in her stomach to take flight. She didn't know exactly what felt different about tonight, but she suddenly felt very aware of the fact that they would be spending time alone. Without knocking, Ryan came through the front door, dinner and rented DVDs in tow. They ate straight from take-out containers as they laughed their way through a Judd Apatow movie. After they finished eating, Claire pulled her legs to the side as she nestled into Ryan's firm, strong chest. With his arm around her, she fit so naturally into his body, and their embrace felt so natural. As the credits started rolling, Claire perked up on the sofa. "Let's go pop some popcorn," she suggested. As they waited for the popcorn to finish popping in the microwave, Ryan pulled Claire into a spontaneous kiss. She pressed herself against his tall frame as he leaned against the kitchen counter. Ryan threaded his fingers through Claire's smooth, thick hair as he pulled her against him, deepening their kiss. He lifted her onto the countertop, easing her legs apart as he pressed himself against her core, testing her response. She mewled as she reached for his hips to pull him closer, eager for more sweet friction. "Let's go to the bedroom," Claire purred deliriously into Ryan's ear. Ryan pulled back and looked into his girlfriend's eyes, heavy-lidded with desire. "I want you so bad, Claire." "I want you, too," she moaned. Ryan took Claire's face in his hands, "You don't understand," he explained. "I love you, and I'll never make you do anything you don't want to do, but I'm not sixteen anymore. It's not as easy for me to just... stop." Claire blinked as she worked to catch her breath. "I know, Baby. It hurts you, doesn't it?" Ryan nodded. "I want to try something," Claire offered cheekily as she lowered to her knees, tugging at Ryan's belt and zipper. She reached into his pants and freed his hard cock. She gasped as she eyed his length for the first time. Having little to compare it to, she felt certain he was at no disadvantage in the size department. Ryan groaned, "You don't know how hot you look down there with my dick in your hand." Claire blushed a little as she began stroking Ryan's length. She felt a slick wetness seeping from his tip and the tightening of his muscle in her hand. Watching his face for a reaction, she swept her tongue timidly across the underside of his head. "Oh, God," Ryan sighed as he stroked Claire's cheek with his thumb, "That feels amazing." Claire closed her mouth around the warm, slippery head, using her tongue to flick the slit. Taking the tightening of Ryan's grasp on her hair as encouragement, she moved her mouth down further on his cock, sucking lightly as she went along. "Try it a little faster, Sweetheart," he urged, "You're doing great." Claire smiled as she plunged her mouth deeper onto his length. She enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down, instinctively using her tongue along the underside, marveling at how musky and male he tasted. She felt powerful, knowing she was responsible for the tremble she felt in Ryan's legs. She jumped a little at first when she felt Ryan moving inside her mouth, but she trusted him not to push it too far. Within minutes, she noticed a change in his breathing and felt his whole body stiffen. "Cl-Claire," Ryan tapped the top of her head, "Woah, Claire, slow down... I'm getting close." Claire might have been a virgin, but she wasn't completely ignorant. She knew what that meant. He was getting ready to come. Some of her friends told her it tasted disgusting, others said it was fun to swallow, but they all agreed that guys loved it. She enjoyed doing something special to please Ryan, so she figured she might as well do it all the way. "Babe, I'm serious," Ryan tugged at her cheeks, giving her an unmistakable warning, "You don't have to..." With his cock still imbedded in her mouth, Claire looked up and met Ryan's gaze. She didn't want to stop, but wanted him to know she was ok with what was about to happen. Her signal must have been understood, because as Ryan's moans turned into urgent grunts, he held her face still as he emptied his warm, thick seed down her throat. Ryan was still shaking when he lowered himself to the floor beside Claire, pulling her tight against his chest as they leaned against the wall. When he went to kiss her moist, red lips however, she flinched. "What's wrong?" Ryan asked, concerned. "Nothing at all," Claire blushed again, bashfully wiping the corner of her mouth. "I just didn't think you'd want to kiss me after..." Ryan smiled, lacing his fingers through hers, "There's nothing gross about what we just did." He brought the back of her hand to his lips for a kiss. "I don't know what I did to deserve this kind of special treatment," he laughed, "But I could certainly get used to it." "I liked it," Claire admitted, "Getting you off, feeling you lose control..." "Mmmm," Ryan moaned, "I'm not used to hearing you talk like that." Claire immediately looked embarrassed, stammering as she nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Oh, well I—" "No, no," Ryan added quickly, sensing her discomfort, "It's incredibly sexy. Keep it up, and I'll be ready for round two." He leaned over Claire, hungrily covering her mouth with his. Together, they slid down to the floor, Ryan's body hovering over hers. As he eagerly devoured her lips and tongue, his hands worked overtime to unbutton her blouse and jeans. She arched her back to help him undress her, delighting in how safe and small she felt beneath his warm weight. He planted kisses on her lips, cheek and neck, trailing down to her breasts. "You are so beautiful," he whispered. Claire tugged at Ryan's shirt, prompting him to pull it over his head by the collar. He reached behind Claire's back to remove her bra, tossing the garment toward the other side of the room. She pulled his bare chest against hers, sighing at the warm sensation of his skin against her bare, taut nipples. He must have read her mind as he lowered his lips to one of the tortured buds. "Ahhhh!" she groaned as she involuntarily grinded her denim-clad core against Ryan's leg. "I can't wait any longer," she whined, "I need you...inside me." Ryan stiffened at her pleading, "One thing at a time, Sweetheart," he rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "I want to make you feel good." He tugged at her tight jeans, and Claire lifted her hips to allow him to slip them off, along with her lacy pink panties. Ryan kissed her belly, lower and lower until she felt his hot breath on her wettest, most intimate part. Ryan noticed her legs tense together under his gaze, as if she were shy or embarrassed. He applied gentle pressure, easing them apart, "Don't be scared," he promised, "We'll take it slow. I've been waiting a long time for this." Using his thumbs to part her soft, swollen lips, Ryan ran his tongue on the tight bud beneath. Claire writhed and cried out as she felt the sensations for the first time, "Oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh!" She laced her fingers through his hair as he worked at a frenzied pace to find her pleasure. Eager to explore every inch of her body, Ryan massaged a finger against her tight opening. When her moaning intensified, he pushed gently, relishing the snug liquid warmth. Using caution as he felt the tender rim of her virginity, Ryan moved his finger in and out, applying pressure to the ridges he felt with the pad of his finger. Claire began to buck against his hand, her wetness coating his fingers and lips. Instinct told him she was close to orgasm, and that staying his course would be best. "Ohhhh, Ryan, yes! Yes, just like that... don't stop!" she pleaded. "I'm so... so... close." This wanton side of Claire was erotic, for sure, and a little unnerving. He'd spent two years privy to her personality – sensible, fun and passionate. God knows he'd spent hours envisioning their first time together. He'd always imagined she'd be timid and confused, maybe a little scared. He should have known that her passion for life would take flight in their lovemaking, that she would find a natural command of her own body and look to him for release. Ryan took a deep breath and buried his face in her musky folds, using all of his strength and skill to show Claire how wonderful their love could feel. He felt her lift her pelvis, grinding it against his face as she cried out, panting with desire. He felt a release of fluid before her whole body relaxed beneath him. Ryan kissed his way up to Claire's lips, finding her breathless and grinning, almost triumphant. He felt a stirring in his groin with the knowledge that he'd led her to that satisfied place. Ryan slid his arm behind Claire, and pulled her to him as he sat up. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he became acutely aware of their slippery sexes pressed together. He'd be damned if he would take her for the first time on a linoleum floor. He may be a virgin, but he wasn't an idiot. She deserved better than that. As he rose to his feet, Claire begged, "Where are you going?" He bent down and scooped her into his arms, "We are going to your bedroom." As they reached the top of the stairs, Claire's stomach knotted as she wondered what experiences lay on the other side of her bedroom door. She trusted Ryan, and wanted to make love to him more than anything in the world. When they'd first started dating, she had told Ryan she wouldn't have sex with him unless they were married. He'd promised he would never pressure her, but she knew he secretly hoped she'd change her mind someday. At the time, Claire's indoctrinated brain, the result of a conservative upbringing, had been incapable of understanding that she might someday feel differently. But now, as she faced adulthood - impending graduation, her recent birthday - she felt a sudden realization that her priorities had shifted gradually, right under her nose. She loved Ryan with all of her heart, but the concept of marriage still felt so abstract – while her aching desire to make love to Ryan had become very real and impossible to ignore. Ryan pulled back the covers of Claire's neatly-made bed and laid her down on the sheets. He closed the door before sliding into bed next to her. Lying on his back, he laced his hands behind his head while Claire folded herself against his chest, running her fingers through his sparse chest hair. "What are you thinking?" Claire asked. "Honestly?" he offered, "I'm thinking that I don't have a condom. I wasn't exactly planning this." "Oh." Claire replied, unsure of how to respond. She'd frequently thought about what her first time would be like, and she knew the responsible thing to do was to use protection. She just couldn't imagine having a piece of rubber between her skin and Ryan's. It made their deed feel wrong or dirty, like they were somehow admitting fault. "I could run and get some." Ryan offered, unenthusiastically, "I don't want you to be worried." "I think we'll be ok," Claire offered, "I'm really regular and I'm due to start my period in the next few days. Everything I've read says that's the safest time to have sex." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm positive. I don't want to feel anything between us the first time. But after today, we use them every single time, deal?" Ryan smiled, "Sounds good to me." He unlaced his hands and turned to face Claire as he wrapped her leg around his thigh. Ryan rolled onto his back, his arms still wrapped around her as he pulled her on top of him. She pressed her breasts against his chest as she opened her mouth to his urging. He reached between them and parted her labia, pressing his throbbing shaft between them. Claire shuddered, no doubt still sensitive from her first orgasm. Ryan began rocking his hips, rubbing his length against her slick folds, teasing the vital nub between. How easy it would be, he thought, to slide a little lower and with the slightest thrust, bury himself balls-deep inside. As raw and urgent as his needs were, he knew Claire's first time would likely be painful, and that she depended on him to be gentle. Taking a deep breath, Ryan rolled Claire back onto the mattress. Her giggling excitement gave way to a serious look of concentration and tension. Propping himself up on his elbows, Ryan kissed Claire's nose as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I love you." Claire exhaled. "I love you, too." "You know I'll still love you if you change your mind, right?" He meant it, but inside he was desperately hoping she wanted this as much as he did. Claire smiled as he felt her relax beneath him. "I'm ready," she offered, "I want this to happen tonight." Relieved, Ryan angled his hips to position himself at her entrance. He gathered what was left of his sanity and eased himself forward with the gentlest pressure he could manage. Resting his forehead against hers, he whispered, "I'm going to do everything I can to make this easy for you," he promised, "But I know it's probably going to hurt." It seemed such a cruel irony that in order to show Claire how much he loved her, he first had to hurt her in the most intimate way. Claire raised her chin and planted a kiss on Ryan's lips. "Don't worry," she reassured him, "I trust you." Her heart pounded in her throat as she felt his blunt, velvety tip nudge her opening. She placed her hands on his hips, feeling him shake as he struggled to control his movements for her sake. Instinctively, she pulled on his hips, giving him the encouragement he needed to push forward. Ryan arched his hips, sliding into her warm, throbbing sheath. Exhilarated by the intense new sensation, Claire moaned, "Please, Ryan..." Ryan pushed lightly against the tight ring of tissue fighting against his member. Claire hissed, and he heard a felt her body stiffen. "Try to relax, Sweetheart," he soothed, "It'll be better soon." Eager to see her past the pain, Ryan gathered his courage and drove himself past her virginity in one smooth, swift stroke. Nestled against the apex of her channel, he marveled at how perfectly they fit together. She gasped and shuddered beneath him, whimpering slightly as she braced herself on his shoulders. "Shhhh, it's alright," he comforted her, doing his best to remain still and allow Claire to acclimate to his invasion. "Does it hurt?" In one powerful moment, Claire became a woman and knew what it felt like to be connected to Ryan in the most intimate way. It was painful, yes, but somehow her intuition kicked in and told her it was bound to get better. "A little," she admitted, downplaying the intense, searing pinch for her boyfriend's sake, "But it feels amazing to have you inside me." Cursing his own caveman tendencies, Seth felt himself tremble with the need to move his hips, to drive himself in and out of her hot, pulsating channel. Praying she was ready, he slowly slid himself from her warmth, and back inside again. At first, Claire felt tense, unsure. But within a few strokes, she seemed to melt beneath him. Indeed, just as the movies and their health teacher suggested, their bodies were made for this joining, and Seth felt powerful enough to move mountains. He felt immeasurably thankful for his earlier release in the kitchen, because without it, he felt certain he'd be finished already. She might not have anyone else to compare him to, but Seth still felt his masculine pride urging him to give Claire a good showing. "Are you ok?" he choked out. "Mmm-hmmm..." Claire responded lazily, her eyes fluttered closed. Her chest flushed pink and dewy sweat gathered on her brow. She's enjoying this! Seth thought, triumphantly. He knew the pain wouldn't last long, but he had no idea she'd actually be able to enjoy her first time having sex. But sure as he was gaining speed and momentum, she began moving her hips to meet his every thrust. She tossed her head back and anchored herself to his shoulders. His ego swelled when she called out his name, breathy and feminine, and Ryan thought he'd died and gone to heaven. When her tiny body tightened and trembled around his, and she clawed and gripped his back and shoulders, he found he could contain himself no more. He braced his weight on his arms as he arched his hips, burying firmly to the hilt. At her insistence, riding spasm after tortured spasm, he emptied himself deep inside his love. Woman Enough to Take My Man Being a very late bloomer, my high school life was pretty blasé, just one of the faceless masses. However, late in my senior year I began to fill out in all the right places. My mother remarked it was well worth waiting for when she walked in on me when I was in the bathroom in just my panties "No, put your arms down. Let me see your titties. Wow! Pearl, Honey, you are going to trample a few unsuspecting hearts next semester." "Oh, Mom, you exaggerator, you're embarrassing me, looking at my tits like that. Go on out now and let me get dressed." "First let me just feel one to see how firm it is." She enthused as she reached up and palmed one of my titties, lifting it gently in almost a caress. I felt a strange awakening in my cunt and pulled myself abruptly back away from her, turning away from her slightly. "I'm sorry, Pearl, I was just trying to express my admiration for my little high school graduate, college bound baby. No need to get huffy." "I'm sorry, too, Mom, I just don't like people touching me, I'm too old for you to do that now." In Mom's eyes I saw a flash of deep resentment because I had made overt reference to her touchy-feely habits around me. She had been that way all my life. Whenever we were alone, she would usually find some way to put her hands on me. I had chided her about it several times in a joking way to let her know it made me uncomfortable but she still rarely missed an opportunity. Dad had moved out a few months ago so she had ample opportunity. "Come on, Mom, I'll be living away from home very soon and we don't want any conflicts between us. I'll tell you what; I'll leave my top off the rest of the day. You know you always like that." "And your bra, too? It's way too small for you now, anyway." That's the way I dealt with my mother and her strange penchants that summer, appeasing her with little glimpses, little bits and pieces until I finally went away to college. I had not been in college more than two weeks when I met the guy I thought was going to be my partner for life. He was tall and handsome and on the tennis team and I could not believe that he was interested in me. He asked me out the second time he saw me and we have been together nearly every night since. I was a little leery of letting him meet my roommate, Gloria, however, because she was the most stunning girl on the campus. I didn't quite have the confidence to risk it even though she often asked about him and how we were getting along. It was inevitable under the circumstances. He came to pick me up one night when I thought she was going to be out. I usually just met him somewhere. When he came in, she was just lounging around in her short, short cut-offs and halter which exposed most of her taut abs, voluptuous titties and every mile of her shapely legs. "Oh, George, I don't know if you've ever met my roomy. This is Gloria and Gloria, this is George. What time do we need to leave?" "Hello, George, glad to finally meet you. Pearl has talked about you so much." Gloria seemed to paralyze him with her gorgeous smile. "I'm glad to meet you, too." George replied, and then, to me, "I didn't have anything specific in mind. Maybe we could just hang here, play a board game or something." "I'm tired of this place..." I started, but Gloria just gushed all over me. "Oh, that sounds like fun, George, we can play Trivia Pursuit. I was wondering what I was going to do with myself all evening. Do you want to, Pearl?" I couldn't refuse without some reason and I had nothing except my fear of her so we spent all evening playing the stupid game. Wouldn't you know that every question I got was some obscure piece of information no one on the planet would know while Gloria's every question was something a first grader would be completely familiar with? I was made to look like a bimbo and she won every game. Sometimes I suspect that she sneaks the game out and reads and memorizes all the answers. And George, he was so dumbstruck by Gloria's unbearable beauty that he could barely concentrate on the questions. Often we had to slap him a few times to get his attention. Late that evening, after a perfunctory kiss at the door, he left. I tried to keep a philosophical attitude instead of anger towards Gloria. After all, I'm not the most beautiful female in the world so if the way he feels about me can evaporate whenever he sees someone prettier, I'm better off to know that now. Despite my efforts, Gloria could tell I was a little miffed. She was not, however, one to make apologies or to be overly concerned about other people's feelings. "Your little boyfriend seemed to be a little less than obsessed with you tonight." She observed, a little cruelly. "Yeah, maybe he was fascinated by the clothes you're barely wearing." "Oh, now it's my fault that your boyfriend is losing interest in you?" "No, it's just if you're going to sit around all evening with everything showing, it makes it hard for normally clothed girls." "I'm not showing everything!" She reached up and lifted her halter over her head, exposing her imposing tits. "This is showing everything." She knew how it unnerved me for her not to be properly covered so this was just a ploy to distract me from my rightful anger. I tried to reason with her. "Don't you understand? You could have any boy on this campus just by crooking your finger. Why do you want to mess with the only one I have?" "Maybe I wouldn't be interested in him if you didn't treat me so coldly." "What on earth does that mean?" "I purposefully manipulated you to be my roommate because I though we could be such good friends. You remind me a lot of my best friend at home but you avoid me most of the time. I've been living with you for three weeks and I don't even know if your bra is stuffed with Kleenex. Roommates are usually much more free with each other and share things together. You don't seem to want me in any part of your life." I was a little shocked at this quasi-confession from her. I'm aware that I'm not the friendliest person but it never occurred to me that she would care. "I'm sorry, Gloria, I didn't realize. It's not like you think. I'm a bit intimidated by you because you're so beautiful and popular. I didn't think you would want to be bothered with me trying to hang around with you. Now that I know, we can have a much better relationship. Now put your clothes back on before you catch cold." I handed her the halter. She slapped it out of my hand. "No, I want you to look at me. My girlfriend at home used to beg to see me naked. I want you to see how huge my titties are and how tight my tummy is," she sauntered over to the couch and pushed her shorts down and kicked them off, "and how long my legs are." She sat down and spread her gorgeous thighs, showing me the lips of her pussy puffed out against her damp panties. "Gloria, there's no need for such intimacy. We can be friends without..." "Well, if you don't want to look at me, I guess little Gorgy-porgy will have to do. I'm sure he would be thrilled to be in your place right now." "Is that some sort of veiled threat?" "It doesn't have any veils. If you don't want to appreciate my beauty, I'll find someone who does, someone you don't want appreciating me." "All right, I'll look at you if you want me to." I decided to humor her a while until I could figure how what she was up to. "Do you want to watch me take my panties off?" She said with such girlish enthusiasm that I was almost caught up in it myself. "Of course, if I'm going to look at you, I might as well see it all." I found myself saying despite my own misgivings about the way this was going. Greatly encouraged by my apparent attitude, she placed her feet on the couch and lifted her hips to whip her panties off completely. When she spread her thighs again, I was stunned by the raw, carnal nature of her nakedness. I had never had my face so close to a pussy before, never realized how the lascivious lips glistened with visible moisture when aroused. Then the awareness of her arousal came as another shock to me. Letting me see her naked was turning her on. I could not help but stare at her even though it made me feel so depraved. "I thought you might like it once you looked at it." She said smugly. "Do you think you might like to touch it?" "I'll touch it for you if it'll keep you from showing any interest in George." I did not want to admit even to myself, certainly not to her, that I actually felt a strange compulsion to touch her pussy. She did not seem to want to press the issue of my motivation at that time, she was willing to allow me to cling to my illusions, "Well, scoot over here a little closer, why don'cha? Cup it in your hand and see if you like to feel it. Most girls don't have to be begged." "You mean you let other girls feel your pussy?" I asked, horrified. "Don't misunderstand. I like boys, some of them, anyway, but if I need a little pussy pleasing, I've found that other girls are much better at it than most boys. There's not the god-awful rush to get it penetrated and over with." Gloria had her feet together on the couch with her knees pointing to either side and spread as wide as they would go when I scooted over. Her knee was in my lap as I tentatively placed my hand between her thighs. I squeezed a little bit and sort of dug my fingertips into the sides of her lips like I meant to pull on her pussy. "I don't mind a little penetration if you want to curl your finger inside and fuck me a little bit with it." I was surprised by my own arousal as I dipped my finger inside her wet pussy and moved it around. I was thrilled by the intensity of her reaction as she grabbed my wrist and began to pump my hand against her. I was getting quite involved in my efforts and beginning to enjoy what I was doing to her. After a short time, she suddenly stiffened and emitted a tiny groan. Then she lay back and released my arm that she had been clutching tightly. I guessed that if was over because she went to bed. That was the first of many such incidents. A pattern gradually evolved. She would come in from her frequent dates sometimes well fucked but seldom satisfied. She would deliberately undress in front of me all the way to the buff and then parade herself around until I was thoroughly aroused. Then she would climb into my bed with her gorgeous thighs wide spread and ask in wide eyed, eyelash batting innocence, "Do you want to play with it a little bit?" Of course I always did. Despite telling myself over and over I was merely helping out a friend, I found myself looking forward to her arrival at the end of the evening more than I did my boyfriend's at the beginning. I found myself making excuses to cut my date short so that I would be sure to be home when she arrived. After a series of constantly increasing complaints, George finally stopped coming around. I was a little concerned that I barely cared Then the night came that brought everything out into the open. We had gone through our regular routine and I was furiously pumping her pussy when she suddenly grabbed my hand and stopped me. She then crawled up and straddled my chest. The sight of her breathtaking pussy suddenly encompassed my entire attention. I could not tear my eyes away from those glistening lips. I was longing to see them opened to reveal the pinkness I knew must be inside. "I want you to kiss it," she said in a low, sensuous voice, "and if you're honest with yourself, I think you will admit that you want to suck it for me." I was powerless to resist the obsessive lure of her pussy; my neck craned forward unbidden and my tongue extended of its own volition towards her moist, silken trap. I was breathing like a Quarter horse that had run a mile. I was lost. When my tongue touched her and I tasted her, I knew that I wanted nothing else but to be her slut forever. As she rode my face and spilled her nectar into my voracious mouth, my entire body broke into a spasm that tore through me like a tornado. Never had I experienced such a depth of satisfaction, triggered by nothing but the intensity of her orgasm. She realized before I did that I had a strong affinity for her cunt and took full advantage of the situation. She would ask me sweetly to clean our rooms and the kitchen. When I balked, she would pull her dress up to show me her panties and let me fill my mind with lustful thoughts about what her panties contained, "I want to save my energy so I can fuck your face when I get home tonight." I would spend the evening humiliated, cleaning away and wondering if she would possibly come in early. Sometimes she would stand in front of me, lift up her skirt and pull off her panties, "I'm going to put these in the dirty clothes so that whoever does the laundry can suck on them if they want to." When the semester ended I knew I would be miserable all summer. I kept trying to find a way for us to be together. I eagerly suggested that we get jobs together at some summer camp but she was not interested. "I have several boyfriends at home so I'll have plenty of dates. I told you about Linda from down the street; she's the one that you remind me of. She'll do absolutely anything to suck my pussy so my extra needs will be well taken care of, no need for you to worry." She calmly explained as though I should be relieved instead of filled with jealousy and disappointment. Things at home had changed drastically. With Dad completely out of the picture, Mom had become much less inhibited and she went out nearly every night. I awoke many mornings to find myself alone in the house. I was beginning to worry that I might get a belated sibling. My own needs were becoming so unbearable that I realized how disappointed I was that Mom no longer had the compulsion to touch me the way she used to, touches I probably would have welcomed. She had some money inherited from her grandmother so she still did not have to work. I was able to get a job at the blue jean factory filling in for people who were on vacation. The long hours meant I saw her very little of Mom during the day. Even on week-ends, she would be gone most of the time. We had a machine break down one day about midsummer and our shift was sent home after working only two hours. I was concerned that I would lose the time. We have "right to work" laws in Texas that forbid union shops so workers have no protection. Of course that's why so many factories move here so it's a trade off. The state has a lot more industry and the workers have more jobs even though they are not very well paying. When I arrived home, Mom's car was in the driveway but I had to park out front because there was another car parked behind hers. I was fearful that I would run into one of her boyfriends as I slowly went inside. I entered quietly and was prepared to sneak back out if she had a man with her. I heard some very raucous talk and recognized that Mom was with another female. Despite knowing about and having participated in all girl lovemaking, the thought that Mom was involved that way never occurred to me, I just relaxed since there was no man around and walked into the kitchen where all the noise was coming from. I was stunned completely went I entered the kitchen and saw Mom bent over the breakfast table with her skirt raised over her hips with her panties down to her knees. Ms Olsen, a neighbor lady from two houses down was swatting her bare behind with a wooden spoon. She was in the midst of saying, "I told you not to have coffee with Mabel... "She stopped abruptly when I entered. Mom looked back over her shoulder in the direction Ms Olsen was looking. "Hon, what are you doing home so early?" She asked as she hurriedly pulled her panties up and dropped her skirt. "June and I were just playing a little game and, as you can see, I lost and had to pay a forfeit. This is not at all what it looks like." "Well, I guess I should get back to my housecleaning chores. Ms Olsen muttered as she hurried out of the kitchen through the back door. Mom fidgeted nervously with the hem of her skirt, not realizing that her nervous efforts were only exposing more of her pretty thighs. "Would you like some lunch?" She asked with the enthusiasm of a child that has to show a report card with the highest grade a "D".I was just fixing to throw something together when June came over." "What game were y'all playing, Mom, was it Truth or Dare?" "Yeah, that was it. We were playing Truth of Dare." "Exactly how do you play that game, Mom, I've heard of it at slumber parties but never played it." Mom went back to fidgeting with her skirt and muttering, "Oh, surely you know how to play it. Someone asks you a question and you have to tell the truth or pay a forfeit." Of course I knew how the game was played but obviously Mom did not. I just wanted to be sure she was bluffing. "And what has Mabel got to do with it?" "Mabel? What do you mean?" "When Ms Olsen was spanking you, she seemed to be upset that you had coffee with Mabel." "I'm sure you misunderstood. There was so much happening so fast..." "I know what I heard, Mom, did you have coffee with Mabel and did you let her play with your pussy behind Ms Olsen's back? Is that the real reason she was spanking you?" "Don't you dare talk to me like that! I'm your mother, not some neighborhood slut who's passed from woman to woman like a common whore." Although Gloria brings out my abjectly submissive side, being around Mother seemed to awaken a dominant side that I was not remotely aware of. "Mom, at least be honest. You have developed an interest in other women and when Dad left, you erupted like a kid let loose in a candy store. You have been with every woman in the neighborhood who shows the least bit of interest in you. You can't help yourself. You'll take your panties off for any woman who asks you." "Who told you all that stuff? I've never heard of anything so preposterous." "Maybe your awakened interest in other women is what caused Dad to leave? Maybe you had nothing left to offer him?" I was just stabbing blindly in the dark, hoping to hit a nerve. I think I did." "That's an absolute lie!" Mom screamed, now completely energized and in my face. "If that bastard told you that, he was trying to shift the blame. I never looked at another person when I was married, male or female. It was long after he left and it seemed I was vulnerable to predatory females who took advantage of my misery." She stopped when she realized she was volunteering a lot more information that was necessary. "I mean, if I had been susceptible to other females, it was because of the way he treated me. Maybe I was afraid to take a chance on another man." She approached me, her face contorted in her confusion. She was crying and biting her knuckle. I felt a wave of tenderness and sympathy for her. She had gone through a lot in the last few months, searching for herself but finding nothing tangible that she could cling to. I put my arms around her and hugged her but her face dropped to my chest and she seemed to be nuzzling my titties more than accepting my sympathy. This realization resonated throughout my body, awakening anger and arousal. I felt like she was just grabbing an excuse to resume her old touchy feely games. But it also caused my pussy to begin throbbing inside my panties. I despised myself that I was reacting to her misery and confusion in such a cold-hearted and calculating way. I despised myself as I moved to the breakfast table and leaned against it, just catching the edge of it with my prominently protruding asscheeks. I raised my hands to her shoulders and began a slight but constant pressure on her. She responded by letting herself be lowered to her knees, sobbing and slobbering all over my clothes as she went. Woman Enough to Take My Man I felt like a savage lioness attacking a small bird with a broken wing as I unsnapped my jeans and pulled the zipper down right in her face. She was staring hungrily as the zipper slid slowly down. She licked her lips as though in extreme anticipation as she nervously tried to draw her eyes away, glancing left and right but always coming back. When the zipper stopped, she grabbed the waist of my jeans on either side of my hips and pulled them down with a titanic effort against the tightness of their fit. Then she collapsed in the hysterical struggle between her raging desires and the desperate need to conceal those desires. I realized she was as full of self loathing for her desires and I was for exploiting those desires. Suddenly everything came together in my mind in a surge of crystal clarity. She needed me to release her from her fear. She needed me to make her do what she could not do and yet, could not prevent herself from doing. She was hugging my thighs frantically and sobbing hysterically. "Mother, Shhhh. It's all right. If I had not interfered, you would be doing this to Ms Olsen right now. I don't care about the kinkiness of your affairs for that's what they are - your affairs and none of my own. It doesn't matter what a person needs and no one has any real control over what they need. If you have to make love to a pink elephant in a hot air balloon, it is none of my business. I interrupted your little liaison so if you want to suck a pussy, you can suck mine. In fact, I insist that you do it so I won't feel so bad about messing up your afternoon." Mother looked up with the dawning of new revelations flitting across her face. I pushed my panties down to meet my jeans and spread my thighs enough to give her a glimpse of my version of paradise. Then I gently touched the back of her head, crooning to her and reassuring her and gently brought her voracious mouth to my yearning cunt. Her craving exploded in a frenzied rush to get as much of her face, mouth, and tongue into my pussy as it could possibly accommodate. I was driven back over the top of the table with the ferocity of her assault. I lay on my back with my legs spread as wide as the jeans and panties would allow while she kissed, licked, and sucked me to ecstasy. Wave after wave of ultra orgasms swept through both of us in a relentless pace as though leaping from one peak to another while bypassing the valleys. I passed out in sheer bliss and blessed contentment. That was a breakthrough session for both of us. I went back to school and changed roommates. I knew that I did not need the twisted carnality from Gloria that I could not live without before. I was looking for someone, male or female, who could accept me as I was and one that I could accept and appreciate. Mother also outgrew the need to be submissive that had been spawned by her self hatred as she learned to stop judging herself. We both grew up a lot that summer and she still gets touchy feely sometimes and it just thrills me to death when she does. Woman Enough Claire cradled a sweaty, panting Ryan against her chest as he collapsed between her legs. Her heart brimmed with love for this man who so gently brought her into womanhood – and so masterfully learned alongside her how pleasurable their lovemaking could be. Perhaps foolishly, she trusted in the science and her own intuition. There would be no pregnancy this time, nor would there be next time. Responsibility and protection would become a natural part of their routine, and would allow them the freedom to explore their bodies without fear or guilt. But for now, Claire wickedly reveled in the sensation of his wetness sliding out from between her legs as he softened inside her. Even later, as she and Ryan carried her sheets to the laundry room to wash away the crimson traces of their union, she felt none of the shame or remorse she'd been taught to feel. Instead, she felt proud of having waited for just the right opportunity – no bumbling backseat trysts or half-clothed family-room rutting for their first time. There had been nothing but the two of them, their bodies and their love, just as she'd always hoped. Claire smiled to herself, silently grateful that she'd been brave enough to listen to her heart, and not let perfect moment pass them by.