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Discovery

By: Mr James



I pulled the towel tightly around my waist and stepped through the door to the steam room. The hot, moist air was faintly scented with cedar and I could feel the sweat beginning to prickle across my shoulders. A tall, dark haired bear of a man poured a ladle of water onto the hot coals, producing a billowing cloud of steam. Walking through the clouds of vapour, I found a vacant space on the slatted bench and lowered myself onto it, leaning back against the smooth wood panels.

The man who had been pouring the water onto the coals sat next to me, not quite touching. He sighed and leaned back. Glancing out of the corner of one eye, I looked him over. His chest was muscular, covered with a curly mat of dark hair, with occasional streaks of grey. His waist was narrow and well defined, with a flat belly. His arms were well developed, tendons and muscles standing out like cords under his olive tanned skin.

"I haven't seen you in here before. First time?" he asked in a pleasantly rounded, deep voice.

"Er, yes, I've never been to one of these places and I thought I'd try it out, it's supposed to be good for you, isn't it?" I replied, a little nervously.

I felt him shift on the bench and sensed him sliding closer to me. His thigh pressed against mine and I felt his hand on the hem of the towel wrapped around me. I stayed quiet and waited for a moment. Without saying anything, he moved his hand underneath the towel and onto my bare thigh, just above my knee. I slid a little further down the wall, moving my knees a bit further apart. His hand moved a little higher, the fingers curling so that he could stroke the inside of my thigh. He reached over and took my hand, placing it on his thigh, just touching the tight sac of his balls. With a gentle tug, he loosened the towel around my waist and then slid his hand onto the base of my cock. His fingers were cool and gentle, as he took the base of my cock in his fist and slowly began to stroke me. He stroked my hard shaft, moving the loose skin over the head, and running his fingertips over the bulb, spreading the clear pre-cum over the tip.

"How old are you?" he whispered into my ear

"Nineteen." I answered, breathlessly.

"Have you ever done it with a guy before?" he continued.

I just shook my head. I had guessed, well hoped, that something like this would happen, when I had found the advert in the evening paper giving the location of a gay/bisexual sauna club. He didn't say anything more, just pulled the towel aside to reveal my erect cock. A second later he had unwound his own towel, from around his waist and guided my hand onto his own hard rod. It felt hot and swollen in my hand, and my fingers could only just encircle the girth at the base. His heavy sac was smooth shaven and I guessed that his balls would be very full of thick creamy sperm.

Releasing my cock, he took me by my shoulders and pushed me down to the floor in front of him. The head of his cock slapped against my cheek and he let go of my shoulders, putting one hand on the back of my head and taking hold of the base of his cock with the other. He wiped the head of his cock, slippery with sweat and his pre-cum, across my mouth then held my head still and pushed his cock between my lips. I had to open my mouth wide to let the head into my mouth, past my teeth, but once the knob was resting on my tongue, it was easier. I was unsure what he wanted me to do next, so I ran my tongue over the head of his cock, being rewarded with a long groan and a tightening of his grip upon my head. Thrusting his hips forward he shoved the length of his cock into my mouth, almost to the back of my throat. I gagged for a moment, then gulped the head of his cock into my throat. Sealing my lips around his shaft, I sucked and blew frantically on the hard cock filling my mouth. My eyes watered, as I struggled to breathe but I carried on sucking and slurping on his cock. Suddenly his cock jerked and hot cum spurted to the back of my throat. I swallowed desperately, feeling as though he was trying to drown my in his cum.

While I was trying to swallow the torrent of cum that he was pumping down my throat, I felt a cool draught on the back of my neck and realised that somebody had come into the steam room. The stranger who was busily fucking my mouth did not even break his rhythm, just carried on working his cock in and out of my mouth. Slowly, his cock softened, sliding out of my mouth, and I collapsed on my knees in front of him. The newcomer spoke.

"Hi, looks like you've found some fresh meat." he said, gruffly.

"Very fresh," replied the guy who had just filled my throat with his cum, "but he learned how to suck cock really fast."

"Well, kid, how did you like your first taste of cock?" the newcomer asked me.

"I'm not sure. Okay I guess." I replied as nonchalantly as I could with cum still plastering my mouth and throat.

"Have you ever been fucked by a guy?" he continued.

I just shook my head, half wondering where the conversation would lead but, deep down, knowing what he would want from me. He looked me up and down though the steam, as I took note of him. He was stockier than the first guy, with more of a belly and looked to be in his early fifties as opposed to early forties. He had big, rough hands with short, dirty fingernails. The front of his towel bulged forward, as though he had something poking against it. He smiled and it was not a very nice expression.

"Well you might come in here a virgin, but you won't be one when I've finished with you." he crowed.

He unwrapped the towel from around his waste releasing his hard, erect cock. It looked huge, jutting out beneath his belly. It was much longer and thicker than mine and the head was purple and swollen. Reaching out he grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet, then pushed me back against the bench. I reached back to stop myself from going flying and ended up sprawled on my back.

"Turn around and bend over." he ordered, a hint of menace in his voice.

Half excited and half fearful, I obeyed supporting my upper body with my arms. I felt stubby fingers spreading the cheeks of my ass and running back and forth along the tight cleft between my cheeks. I heard a flapping of cloth and, a moment later, my mouth was forced open and a wadded towel was stuffed in my mouth. I tried to spit the cloth out, but he had grabbed the ends and was holding it tight around my head.

Pain exploded in my asshole as he rammed his finger past the tight ring of my sphincter, stretching me so violently that I thought he had torn me open. His meaty hand held me, pinned to the bench, as he thrust his tubby finger in and out of my ass. My eyes filled with tears of pain and I tried to beg him to stop, but the cloth stuffed in my mouth muffled any sound I could make. I could feel the nudge of his finger as he probed deeper inside my ass. I tried to force his finger out by bearing down, but all that I managed to do was open my asshole for him to push it deeper inside. I felt his hand press on my back as he pulled his finger out of my ass, leaving the bruised ring open and puckering slowly closed. I heard him shifting his weight behind me and then felt fingers roughly spreading my cheeks, pulling the dark opening of my anus wider. I heard the rattle of phlegm as he collected saliva in his mouth and then felt cold slime spatter against my asshole as he hawked a wad of phlegm between the cheeks.

Something hard and hot pressed between the cheeks of my ass and he pushed the blunt head of his cock against the opening of my anus. I could feel the pressure of his cock, burning against my asshole as he forced the hard, swollen knob between my cheeks. The pain built like a raging fire and I could feel the burning of every thrust as he tried to force his cock head into my tender rectum. He tightened his grip on the cheeks of my ass and I tried to wriggle and force his cock out of the ring of my anus. He had been waiting for just this moment and, as he felt me bear down to try and push his cock out of my asshole, he rammed forward, tightening his grip on my hips, and plunged his cock deep into my ass. The incredible burning pain in my ass made my back arch, as though I had been electrocuted. His cock slid into my bowel with one vicious stroke, filling me until his balls pressed against my ass. It felt as though my guts were being roasted and the ring of my ass burned. Still digging his fingers into my ass, leaving livid red handprints, he held me still, while he pistoned his cock into my virgin anus.

Gradually, the pain eased, becoming a gentle heat, as his sweaty cock pierced me deeper and deeper. I managed to relax the tight muscle of my asshole, letting his cock slide in and out more easily. He grunted with every thrust of his cock, sounding like a boar mounting a sow in the farmyard. The grizzled hair of his pubes pricked my ass cheeks every time he rammed his cock as far as he could into my asshole. The ring of my anus felt bruised and tender from the pounding he was giving me with his thick cock but, as I relaxed, the feeling got better and my cock started to swell again.

I felt his body stiffen and his cock swell in my ass. Holding me perfectly still, he pushed his cock as far up my ass as he could get it and held it there as it began jerking and spitting thick sticky ropes of cum into my tender asshole. The hot cum stung on the walls of my ass, feeling like bullets smashing into my flesh. It seemed as though he was going to cum in my ass forever, and the sticky mess began to leak from around his slowly softening cock and slide down my thighs, leaving a slimy trail. 

Slowly he slid back, his cock sliding easily out of my bruised and gaping asshole. I felt his weight shift and heard the door creak slightly as it swung open. A thin draught of cool air played across my burning asshole and the door closed again. For a moment, I thought I had been left alone and I shook my head to loosen the gag, spitting the sodden cloth onto the wooden slats of the bench. I was still panting from being gagged when I felt a hand touch the trail of slime that was oozing down the inside of my thigh. The fingertips stroked my skin and slid higher and higher until I felt the cheeks of my ass gently parted. I moaned softly, partly from fear and partly with the joy of his caress. Then I felt a long elegant finger sliding slowly into my slick asshole. It seemed to take forever for this finger to slide inside me, pausing as the knuckle stretched my aching asshole again and then pressing further inside. He leaned over and breathed against my ear.

"Now that you have met my two friends, and they have you properly broken in, I should like you to visit me in my apartment. The address is in the envelope that has been posted into your locker." the voice murmured into my ear. 

He sat upright, slid his finger slowly out of my asshole and then left. I just lay in the aromatic steam and wondered whether to visit the apartment.

Discovery



Squish... squish... squish... The room was dark, except for the sliver of light from the bathroom door that we had left ajar to keep us from falling down or bumping into things in the strange surroundings of the motel room, but the sounds made me strain for visual acuity. Jen's not asleep. We've been together long enough for me to tell. I am laying against her back. We are facing in the direction of the noise. But, her breathing is deep and regular. Not like the slight huffing from the other side of the room. I reach out to her and she grabs my hand. "Matt likes the thrill of maybe getting caught.' she whispers. "Me too!" I whisper back as my other hand finds the resilience of her right breast. She struggles to contain the giggle that would give us away as well.

My eyes have adjusted enough to realize that our roommates are not in bed. Just then the thud of an extremity hitting the far wall mixes with the hush of a withheld exclamation. Jen's nipple hardens under my palm. Sudden lingering silence is slowly replaced by the slight squish of intimacy. A steady, regular, rhythm almost perceptively quickening. Accompanied by the quickening of breathing, mine, Jen's, Matt's, and Lisa's. It was so in unison that one could not be distinguished from the other. My hand leaves the comfort of her breast and tickles south to a more warm and inviting receptacle. I push past the waistband of her panties. I find her more moist than I had anticipated. The outer folds puffy almost hot to the touch. Jen has been enjoying this as well.

Matt's head appears above the bed. His back flexes with the movement of his hips. The squish is accented by slaps of flesh. The breath quickens. My middle finger seeks refuge, the molten waters part, and the heat engulfs... squish... an echo. I can't detect their breathing. Jen's is in my ear. Her lips brush mine and her tongue follows. We explore the rising tides of passion. Two fingers, clothes escape, the bed creaks. Jen's hand finds the steel rod hardon between my legs and grasps. She squeezes and my hips involuntarily jerk forward in blind search. Jen throws a leg over my hips and I aim again. Forward I lunge and refuge is mine. "OOHHH." Silence. Deafening silence. Dead quiet. Matt's head disappears. 

Conspiring whispers. Ever so slowly, secretly, timidly... squish... echo... squish... echo... squish... echo. Lisa's long blonde tresses show above the bed, then shoulders. Louder... squish... echo... squish... echo... squish. Breathing... louder... then breasts above the bed. Pert small breasts and long proud nipples. Long proud nipples. Lisa throws her head back and stretches upright on her hips. Obviously impaled by Matt's standing upright cock. I love it. "Look, Jen, Lisa's tits."

"No thanks, I've seen them before, but go ahead enjoy. Just don't stop what your doing."

" I don't think I could even if I wanted to."

"SSSHHHH, they will hear us!" 

"Too late I think... look." Lisa's face was definitely turned our direction and her eyes were wide open a smile on her face. I rolled to my back and Jen came along. Now she sat upright with both legs over my left side toward Lisa and Matt's bed. Their eyes met and without a word Jen slowly reached down and pulled her nightgown over her head. Her ample 38D breasts were now on full display with her nipples as hard as rocks. Squish... echo... squish... echo... Lisa's head disappeared to be immediately replaced by Matt's. His eyes opened even wider. Jen momentarily froze but it was too late. As the realization hit home, she slowly relaxed. Matt had already seen more than this in their backyard pool. But that was just skinny dipping, this was different, Jen was impaled and aroused. Lisa was impaled and aroused. Matt and I were impaling and being aroused just about eight feet apart. The air was heavy and thick with the aroma of arousal. It was intoxicating. I loved the look of Lisa's tits and Matt apparently liked the looks of Jen's. God, were we high or what?

Just then Matt stood up, lifting Lisa (still impaled) with him. He flopped noisily on the bed on his back. Jen's eyes popped. She had seen them in the pool as well but this was very very different. Lisa was straddle of Matt's hips and he was thrusting upwards. I grabbed Jen's left leg and spun it above my head and down to my right side. Jen went with the flow and found herself facing me in the superior position. She liked that position... usually. But she could not see and right now seeing was important. Jen put her hands on my shoulders and pushed herself up to straddle my thighs. Now she could see Matt's face and he hers. I could see Lisa's face and she mine. We looked each other in the eye, explored the rest of each others bodies, thrust, and squished. We were in uncharted waters of passion but no one reached for a life line.

I had never been so rock hard in my entire life. Here we were with our best friends in a motel sharing a room to save money. But what had happened was we discovered something else. WE LIKED TO WATCH. I don't think it even hit me till that very minute but I also liked being watched. Jen had said that Matt liked the thrill of maybe being caught. Well I think he liked catching others too. 

Wait... if Jen knew that... then she and Lisa had talked about this possibility! I wonder how far that talk went? The thought started to fester and grow in my mind. "Hey, don't go to sleep on me." Jen said.

"No possibility of that happening." I started to whisper back, shaken out of my reverie, then caught myself. It was obvious we were all awake and aware. "I'm not sure I'll ever sleep again... " I continued in normal tone "for sure if Matt and Lisa are in the room."

"Sorry if we're keeping you from your beauty sleep, Dan." said Lisa. "Yea." Matt echoed.

"No problem, I'll miss lots of sleep to watch you two." I replied. Jen surprised me with a "Me too."

Matt said "Well, I've enjoyed watching you too but, I've got to get down to business." And with that he did. Jen and I stopped moving and just watched. He nearly threw Lisa off with the force of his sudden thrust. But the rider she was, she hung in there. Her slender, runners legs, locked at his hips. More than that she rode with abandon. What had been a secretive squish... squish... became a dynamic slap of flesh on flesh. What had been rapid but controlled breathing became a gasping for air. What had been hot and steamy became searing. As their passion grew so did the noise level. The headboard banged the wall, springs creaked, and sex filled the room. Lisa rose up on each stroke almost disengaging. This exposed almost all of Matt's erect cock. I stole a glance at Jen who seemed to be trying to get a closer view without leaving our bed. Her eyes were riveted to the spot where Matt and Lisa were joined. Lisa had really started to get into it and was moaning louder and louder. She was slamming down as hard as Matt was slamming up. Her smile had been replaced with a look I can only describe as concentrated passion. I knew Lisa to be passionate about having fun and politics and family. And I must admit to wondering in the past on more than one occasion if she was as sexually passionate. I had my answer. She was fighting passionately for sexual release. Matt seemed to be fighting just as hard. Suddenly Lisa announced loud enough to be heard three doors down I'm sure, "I'M GONNA CUM... OH GOD... OH GOD... I'M GONNA CUM... YES... YES... I'M CUMMING... CUMMING... I'M CUMMING... " Then just as Lisa began to get quiet, Matt yelled out "HERE IT COMES... SHOOTING... TAKE IT BABY... TAKE IT!" They gradually quieted and stopped moving. They rolled onto their sides facing our bed and quietly announced it was our turn.

Jen squeezed her cunt muscles and pulled all but completely off me before slamming back so hard she nearly knocked the air from my lungs. I could see she was trying to match Matt and Lisa stroke for stroke and who was I to argue. My cock had swelled to it's greatest size and hardness ever. No point in wasting it. I spun Jen under me. I was so stimulated from what I had just witnessed, I had to get control or I would scald her cunt any second. On top I could hit my stride, give her long deep steady strokes. Her nails gouged my back and tore into my buttocks. I slammed her. I was on my hands and toes, giving her the full length on every return. She gripped with all her strength as her breathing became almost like a spasm. I had never seen her this excited. I knew she was close. So was I. The churning deep down was almost audible. 

"Yes... Yes... YYEEEEEEEEESSSSSS... YYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSS... " Jen screamed. The jaws of the vise closed and held me suspended in velvet clamps. I could hold back no longer. Jen's spasming cunt was squeezing my cock so hard I couldn't withdraw. So instead I slammed forward as deep as possible in the struggle to be one. I let go and yelled as the fist volley of sperm shot from my dick into Jen's passage. I don't remember ever cumming that much. It must have lasted through a dozen volleys. My arms and legs were weak from the exertion. I collapsed and at the last second thought to roll left so I wouldn't fall on Jen.

I looked over and found Lisa's eyes staring back. A smile had returned to her face, she watched Jen come down from her climax and smiled in pure joy. Now, Matt spoke kind of hoarsely, "Wow, that was quite a show!" It could be described as nothing else. Primal heat finally quenched. Just as quiet settled over the room, a long sighed "wow" echoed about. No one quite sure where it originated but agreement seemed obvious.

I laid down on my left side facing the rest of the room and met Matt's gaze from across Jen and Lisa.

Who are we? Where did we come from? How did we get here?

Well, as I said, best friends sharing a motel room to save money. But also a lot more. We were next door neighbors. Jen and I had found a nice ranch style house that we loved right next door to Matt and Lisa. Lisa and Jen were best friends for years before Jen and I met and years before Matt and Lisa had married. Lisa was Matron of Honor at our wedding and had met and married Matt a couple years later. I'm a thirty year old policeman and Jen is a thirty year old police dispatcher for another department (that's how we met, actually through a mutual friend). Lisa, twenty-nine, and Matt, thirty-one met thru work with the Animal Control Unit of Jen's department.

Anyway we were friends, neighbors, really liked each other, all of us. Jen and Lisa spent a lot of time together and enjoyed the same things. Matt and I spent time together and enjoyed the same things. The four of us spent a lot of time together and were very comfortable with each other in any situation. Even once getting a little drunk and going skinny dipping in Matt and Lisa's pool.

My name is Dan, I'm 5'11" tall, weigh right at 200lbs, have brown hair, hazel eyes, Jen and I in a silly amorous mood once measured my circumcised cock at nine and a half inches long and five and half inches around. Jen is a very voluptuous 5'6", 145lbs., dark brown hair with a touch of red in direct sun and the deepest brown eyes I've ever seen. As I've already said 38D breasts with large areola and responsive nipples, full soft hips, a natural (untrimmed) brunette bush, great legs, an inviting hourglass shape, and (although I'm admittedly prejudiced) the most exquisite ass I've ever felt. In short I love this woman. She is my absolute ideal.

Now... Matt is about 5'8" tall and weighs about 155lbs and muscular. He has blond hair, blue eyes, and according to Jen is "just cute." From what we just witnessed his cock is not quite as long or big around as mine, but has a curve to it (that has Jen intrigued). Lisa is just slightly taller than Matt (5'8 1/2 or 5'9"), about 120lbs, a muscular but molded feminine frame, middle of the back long dishwater blond hair, with green/hazel eyes, and those runners legs that go all the way to her beautiful heart shaped ass. Her bush consists of a neatly trimmed blonde landing strip just above a narrow set of lower lips. And as I just discovered pert small breasts with long pointy nipples. Well I knew about the breasts (from skinny dipping) but those long pointy nipples, wow!

That covers who we are. Where did we come from? Well Jen and Lisa were both from the same small village where we live now. Jen was born there and Lisa moved there with her now ex-husband (his hometown) and two sons shortly after he got out of the military. Matt and I both lived in the next city about fifteen miles away until we met and married Jen and Lisa. 

How did we get here? Sharing a motel room and sex in the same room. Well that's going to take a little longer to explain (if I even can). 

We had been friends for a long time and always comfortable with each other. Gradually over time we got so close we were comfortable with each other in any combination. When I was working long days or odd shifts, Matt would help Jen around our house if she needed it. When Lisa and I were both off work and ready for a workout we would run or ride bicycles together. Those long legs of hers nearly killed me more than once. We enjoyed spending time together whatever we did. Lisa and I both drank rum and cokes. Matt and Jen liked Margaritas. I don't know who suggested it but I'm sure it was one of us guys. One night we decided, while sitting in Matt and Lisa's basement watching TV, to watch a porno movie. I think it was our way of trying to get something started. It worked... almost. We both got our hands in the girls shirts to work on their boobs. Pretty soon as things started to heat up, Matt and Lisa went into one of the bedrooms in the basement and never came back out. Jen and I had passionate sex on the couch in front of the TV and then went home for more.

But I think that was the start of things changing. I know after that I fantasized about what went on in that basement and what I wished had gone on. As I said earlier, on another occasion after consuming a considerable number of drinks we went skinny dipping in Matt and Lisa's pool.

Now are we up to speed? Up, well yes there were signs of life. "God, can your believe we did that?" I asked. 

"It sure took long enough." Matt chipped in.

"Wow, that was really wild wasn't it, Jen?" asked Lisa.

"Yes it was," said Jen "I can't believe I let you all see me naked." 

"You were a lot more than naked, honey." I pointed out.

"That is an understatement." said Matt "I'd love to get a closer view of you though."

"By closer would you mean the same bed?" Lisa offered.

"Absolutely, he did." I added "Are we all sure we want to go there?" I asked checking Jen's eyes for an answer. There was just the hint of a smile and a mirror of the question. I grabbed her and we made the leap together. Narrowly missing a collision as Lisa moved quickly nearly throwing Matt to the floor. Both girls giggled nervously. No one touched but we were very close. A strange silence gripped us. After what seemed like a minute or two, Jen suggested we had better discuss some limits. Lisa offered that no one should do anything they did not want to. Matt and I laughed together that that left things pretty open.

I said, "Matt, would you like a closer view?"

"I sure would." he responded. Jen's eyes agreed again.

I raised up and she slid away from me toward Matt. Lisa rolled over Matt and off the bed. She came around and laid down next to me. Jen was to my left with Matt to her left and Lisa was to my right. (Thanks to the man that invented king size beds) Matt cupped Jen's left breast and gently tweaked the nipple with his thumb and forefinger. God, what a sight. Another man holding Jen's breast. Just as the thought was completely sinking in, a soft gentle hand found my hardening shaft. I sucked in air. I don't think Jen even noticed. Matt now had both breasts in his hands, hefting their weight, exploring their points.

Exploring hands were now examining the head, the ridge behind the head, the veins, the scrotum, the testicles, gentle but insistent exploration. My hands began to be busy as well. But I didn't stop with hands. My tongue found a nipple on a small, firm, pert little breast. But that nipple grew and grew at least a half inch long, maybe more. It looked like a small cock, I explored it with my tongue. I found it's twin and did the same. God, this was sweet. The aroma of sex once again filled the air. I moved toward it. I counted ribs, moved across the flat plain of soft belly, through the valley of navel, and into the slight course forest of light colored pubes. My chin connected with flesh, obviously warm moist flesh. My tongue followed close behind and entered the sweet garden.

I explored the lips and their division. I explored the hood and it's protected. I was rewarded with cries of pleasure and an even more aromatic flow. There was a slight saltiness, not unpleasant, but a reminder of my predecessor. It could not overpower the sweetness of her nectar. I thirsted and was quenched. I thirsted more and was quenched more. I thrust through the soft yielding passage and gathered more. Again and again, it was wonderful. My ears hurt... my ears hurt... hands then thighs... strong muscular thighs... those of a walker/runner... clenched thighs and more intimate muscles climbing, clenching, cries, loud cries. "OOOOHHHHHH GOOOOODDDDDD... GOD... YES... YES... I'M THERE... YES... YES... GOD... "

Those were not now the only sounds. Now that I had my ears back. I could clearly hear my wife nearing her own reward. Looking to my right for the first time in awhile, I found Jen with her mouth around Matt's cock and her pussy in his face. It was obvious they were both doing fine. Jen is a excellent cock sucker and she was doing her best to show Matt. And by her sounds Matt was at least a fair pussy eater. As I watched her head bobbing up and down on Matt's rigid pole, I could almost feel it. A wonderful sensation. A warm wet willing mouth engulfing your manhood. As I watched I slowly began to realize I was feeling it. Lisa has beautiful lips. But I was enjoying the show. Jen was getting real close any second now... she stiffened and shook, she cried out around his cock, she locked her thighs, but through all of that she kept her head moving until Matt could take no more. He slammed home and held it there. I could see her throat working to swallow it all, but a small white trickle escaped, only to be captured a moment later by a warm red tongue. That was an amazing sight and it was having an effect on me. I could feel the building orgasm of my own. 

I pulled Lisa's mouth from my prick and with my hands in her armpits tugged her up along my body till I could feel the sparse forest tickling the glans. I told Lisa that I needed her and she shook her head, yes. Her hand reached between us and guided me home. As the head spread her open, I was surprised at the tightness. She was warm and moist but almost painfully tight. Then as I passed the opening a million velvet fingers caressed the shaft. It was simply wonderful. But the best was yet to come. As I sank into the warm moist cavern of Lisa's cunt my attention was drawn to Jen. I found her lying on her side facing us completely engrossed in me screwing her best friend. Behind her with his left hand cupping her right breast again was my best friend Matt. His eyes were locked on Lisa's. I bottomed out pelvic bone to pelvic bone and slowly withdrew only to plunge back just as intently. I rotated my hips, I think as much for the show as for the pleasure. From the sounds she made Lisa was enjoying herself but her eyes were on Matt. Lisa asked Matt, "Is this what you wanted to see?" He shook his head yes. We screwed slow and long and deep for as long as we could but inevitably friction and sensation got the better of me (and I think... no, I know Lisa). All too soon we were banging bones almost painfully, me struggling for release and Lisa matching me stroke for stroke. I was gone. As the first volley of 4th of July fireworks passed the horizon my first stream of semen passed Lisa's portal to be quickly followed by another and another and another. It seemed it would go on forever and yet end too soon. It did. I mashed my lips to Lisa's and shoved my tongue into her mouth. We kissed passionately our most intimate act until with a whimpered "squish" my softening rod slipped out.




Discovery



I turned to my left side and laid down to rest. Lisa found Jen's eyes and said "That was wonderful."

Jen responded "Yes it was and beautiful too." Matt had captured both Jen's breasts in his hands and appeared to be trying to get the nipples to touch each other. At the same moment I realized there was more squishing going on. Obviously Matt had liked the show also as he had now entered Jen from behind. I watched and was engrossed in their expressions, movements, sounds, and faces. They were also taking it slow, but by the look on Jen's face that too wouldn't last. She rolled slightly back, obviously wanting to give me a better look at Matt's cock parting her pussy. It was beautiful. I had felt that sensation many times but had never seen the cause, so perfectly. He withdrew leaving the head at the entry and slid back in to tickle her cheeks with his pubic hair. She moaned her approval. I watched and snuggled Lisa close to me as they continued their patient pursuit of pleasure. Jen's eyes closed and the look of rapture on her face told me all I needed to know, she was truly enjoying herself. It hit me then that I was truly enjoying myself. At that very moment Jen was being fucked by another man's cock and I was enjoying her pleasure. What a truly unique experience.

Matt was picking up steam and taking Jen with him. Their breath was coming in short rapid gasps. Matt was lifting Jen's hips toward me with each thrust. He was pounding her. Giving her exactly what she wanted and needed. Driving her toward another orgasm the only way he knew. She wasn't resisting. She was challenging him for more. She began to encourage him "More, harder, faster... more... yes... again... yes.."

Matt growled a response "Take it... grab my dick... get my load... "

"YES... YES... GIVE IT TO ME... GIVE IT TO ME... YYEEEESSSSSSS... YYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS" Jen was coming in waves. I could see them pass over her face. I was sure Matt could feel them as her pussy contracted around his cock.

"YYOOOOOWWWWWEEEEEEEE" accompanied Matt's first volley and continued through at least his second or third. He slammed her hips so hard her knee almost hit me in the chin. He filled her, I know because I was close enough to see some seep past her lips and onto the bed. He slammed a couple more times driving more in and more out. Then they collapsed and joined us to rest.

Rest soon became slumber. Through the cobwebs of sleep only one more nagging question... Where do we go from here? 



Discovery



At the ringing sound, Sara dashed for the phone. She didn't even wait for the answering machine to kick in. She knew who it was.

"Mike?"

"Hi, Sara. How's it going?"

Sara curled up on her bed as she and her boyfriend talked. Eventually, their conversation got around to the upcoming weekend.

"I want to take you out to dinner for your birthday, so just pick a place, and I'll treat."

"Sara, you don't have to do that. In fact, there was something special I was hoping you'd do for me, as a birthday present. If you say yes, then I'll treat us to dinner. Ok?"

"Well, what is this 'something special' that you want?"

"It's a surprise."

Sara just laughed. Knowing Mike, there was something new he wanted to try in bed. Sara had to admit, she was enjoying everything so far, so why not.

"Ok. It's a deal."

They made plans for Friday night, then Mike said goodbye, teasingly adding that he had to get things ready for their special evening.

##

Friday night arrived, and Mike picked Sara up around seven, the two of them heading to a trendy Italian restaurant downtown. After dinner, they headed back to Mike's house; with Mike acting more and more like a little boy the closer they got to his house. 

Sara just laughed and teased him a little, amused that he was so excited about his little surprise. Secretly, she was hoping she'd like it as much as he did.

No sooner had Mike shut his front door, he pulled Sara in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist, locking her against him. She loved the feel of his muscular chest pressing against her breasts, and happily deepened the kiss.

Pretty soon, things got heated, and Mike suddenly leaped away from her.

"We gotta slow down, honey. We've got a long night ahead of us," Mike said with a grin. Taking Sara's hand, he led her upstairs to his bedroom.

They started kissing again as soon as they shut the bedroom door. Mike was keeping the kiss gently, but Sara kept pushing for more, sliding her tongue in Mike's mouth, teasing his tongue, running her tongue along his teeth, all the things she knew drove him crazy.

Mike kept pulling his head away, then reclaiming Sara's mouth, trying to control the kiss. As they wandered towards the bed, Sara kicked off her shoes while Mike worked her out of her blouse and bra.

They finally landed on the bed, Sara underneath Mike. She always liked the bottom. Something about the feel of a man's weight pressing her into the mattress gave her a thrill, and she could already fell a slight tingle between her legs. Sara instinctively parted her legs, allowing Mike to fall in between, the beginnings of his erection pressing into her mound through their clothes.

The kissed a while longer before Mike pulled away, propping himself on his elbows. 

"Are you ready for your surprise?"

Sara laughed. "It's your birthday, you know? Why is this surprise for me and not you?"

"Oh, don't worry. I'll enjoy it too," his grin turning wolfish.

Sara smiled back, nodding her head yes, that she was ready. Mike pushed up onto his hands and, just using one arm for support, leaned over towards the nightstand. He opened a drawer and pulled out a silk scarf.

Within the last few weeks, they had started experimenting with tying each other up in bed. Sara had been a little nervous at first, but soon found that being tied up like that, completely vulnerable, was kind of a turn on for her. So, she gave Mike a wicked grin of her own when she saw the scarf. Her grin turned questioning, though, when Mike also pulled out a blindfold, one of those sleeping masks that's suppose to block out any light.

Mike saw her look and, tossing the mask and scarf off to the side, leaned back down, feathering her face with kisses, and whispered in her ear.

"You trust me, don't you, baby?"

"Yes," Sara answered in an exaggerated tone. "I'm just trying to figure out what you're up to, that's all."

"Don't worry, you'll like it," Mike's grin widening, if that was possible.

Mike started suckling Sara's breasts, knowing how much she enjoyed that and, combined with his full weight against her, it didn't take long before Sara was stretching and arching against him.

Not wanting things to get out of control too soon, Mike pulled away again, reaching for the scarf. He gave Sara a questioning look and, when she nodded yes, began wrapping one end of the scarf around her wrists. Then, he tied the other end to one of the rails in the headboard, pulling it tight, so Sara's wrists were tight against the headboard with no leeway.

Sara felt the thrill spike through her, felt her panties getting damp with excitement. She shuddered when Mike started sliding down her body, spreading kisses as he went. He got to the top of her slacks and slowly undid the button, teasing her navel with the tip of his tongue. Sara squirmed under him, and he could smell her scent. He slid his hands inside her pants, under her panties, and took both off at once, letting his hands glide down the sides of her legs as he went.

Sara kept withering, feeling the pressure build in her pussy. Mike was completely on top of her again, holding her still with his weight, when he gently slid the mask down over her eyes.

This was something new, being blind in bed, and Sara felt her nerves revolt at the lack of control. But Mike started kissing her again, rolling a nipple between his finger and thumb, and she felt herself relax, getting back into the moment.

"Are you ready for our surprise?" Mike whispered in her ear.

"Yesss," Sara answered, feeling her need for release nearing its peak.

Suddenly, Mike's body disappeared. Sara felt him settle down beside her on the bed. She could feel him watching her, but he wasn't touching her. Becoming confused, and a little nervous, her body tighten up, even more so when she heard the bedroom door open.

Oh my God! Sara could sense someone else entering the bedroom. Fear was beginning to replace her lust, and she started to lightly tug against the scarf restraint.

Mike slid closer, once again whispering in her ear.

"Easy, Sara. Relax. It's your surprise, baby. I promise it'll feel good."

Sara didn't actually find those words reassuring, but his voice was, and she did trust him, so she willed herself to relax. Mike was tracing circles around her belly button, tickling her and she started to squirm again.

The next thing she knew, someone had captured her breast, gently sucking. Oh, God! These lips weren't a man's!

Sara instinctively realized that the body leaning over her belonged to a woman. That little voice in her head started to yell, screaming at her to get away, that this wasn't right, wasn't normal.

Those lips left her breast and pressed against her own, and Sara suddenly felt her lips part. The woman leaning over her, accepted the invitation, and slipped her tongue in. Sara's whole body arched at the contact. Realizing that her body was responding, not revolting, Sara began to feel truly scared, that little voice still screaming in her head.

She ripped her mouth away from the other woman's and started begging Mike to untie her, to make it stop. She felt Mike's weight against her side at the same time she felt the woman's body disappear. Mike's lips were at her ear again.

"Shooo. Shooo. Easy, Sara. Everything's ok, just relax."

"Mike I can't do this. It's not right," Sara gasped.

Mike chuckled in her ear. "Come on baby. Remember the other night when we watched that video?"

Sara remembered. They had decided to spend an evening at home and Mike had rented some videos. One of them had turned out to be a porn video that was heavy with lesbian sex. At first, Sara had felt apauld and embarrassed, and had tried to yank the remote away from him. He had just laughed, held the remote above his head with one arm, and wrapped the other around Sara, holding her in place against him, so she couldn't reach the remote. 

During her struggle, Sara's leg had slipped between Mike's. Feeling his erection, she stopped struggling, staring at him in surprise. Mike had laughed and started running his hand back and forth over her ass. Realizing that Mike was enjoying the video so much, Sara had decided not to argue, and settled down to watch the rest of it, Mike's strong arm keeping her held against him.

Sara had been mortified to feel herself getting wetter and wetter as the video progressed. That little voice in her head kept telling her that she wasn't suppose to enjoy watching two women make love, but she was. Feeling confused, and a little ashamed of herself, the very second the video was over, she attacked Mike, hoping to distract him before he asked her if she liked the show.

Mike didn't need to ask. Sara was as turned on by the show as he was. He had pushed a hand inside her jeans to find her soaking wet. They had both gone a little wild that night, making love on the couch, the floor, he took her from behind on the steps on their way to the bedroom, her first experience with anal sex.

Lying helpless in the bed, Sara could see that whole night flash before her. She'd spent at least a week struggling with the fact that the video had made her hornier than she'd ever been in her life. She just couldn't admit to herself that what had turned her on was watching the scenes with the two women.

Mike's hands were now stroking her body, calming her down. As she settled against the pillow, she felt the woman lie down beside her. 

"I promise I won't hurt you. And you have a beautiful body," Sara could feel soft, silky skin skimming over hers, the woman gently skimming her hands over Sara's body as she whispered, "Your boyfriend promised me you were into this, but I'll leave if you want me to."

"No. Don't." Sara couldn't believe she'd just said that! That little voice was still screaming that this was wrong, but the woman's gentle touch and soft skin felt incredible.

Hearing Sara tell her to stay, the woman recaptured Sara's mouth. She felt Sara resist again, just a little bit, and realized that, while Sara wanted this on one level, she was fighting it on another. The woman decided to try a little longer, but if Sara kept fighting her, she was leaving. The last thing she wanted was to upset this young woman.

Sara felt the feathery touch of the other woman's lips on hers again, and whimpered. Those lips were so soft, so full and gentle. She found herself enjoying the kiss, relaxing into it, and then she felt a soft finger, just one, gently slide between her pussy lips, settling over her clit.

The finger didn't move. It just lay there, gently pressing down on her little button, the woman's tongue sliding around inside Sara's mouth. Sara's tongue tentatively reached out to meet her mystery woman's, and that wonderful finger started to move against her clit. Sara felt another shudder course through her body, and that little voice faded away. Her body and senses were focusing on the feeling of this soft, curvy body against hers, the gentle warring of their tongues, and the incredible pressure building inside her as this woman teased her clit.

Sara felt her hips flex, bucking against the woman's hand. Her mystery woman pulled away, switching her attention to Sara's breasts. She sucked and licked, even gently biting one nipple. Sara gasped at the intense feeling of pleasure/pain. Then, the woman started sliding down Sara's body, trailing kisses as she went. Sara tensed, feeling the woman easing in between her legs. She squealed as she felt the woman's tongue slowly licking her neither lips. That tongue flicked her clit, and her hips arched up from the bed, a moan tearing from Sara's throat.

Sara began to writher and whimper as she felt the mystery woman's tongue probing between her pussy lips. She squealed again when she felt that tongue push inside her. Sara felt a moment's shame that she was so wet. So wet, in fact, that the woman's tongue all but glided down inside her vagina.

Then that tongue began a pumping motion, sliding in and out of Sara's tunnel. Sara felt the pressure between her legs building and building. Then she screamed as an orgasm broke through her, her hips fiercely bucking against this mystery woman's face. She felt her body begin to settle down, but the woman didn't stop. Sara thought of telling her to stop, to not waste her time because she never had more than one orgasm. Then, Sara felt a tingle between her legs, gasping in shock as she recognized the sensation.

The woman's tongue picked up speed and Sara felt a finger rubbing and pressing on her clit even as the woman tongue fucked her. Another orgasm quickly built up, exploding, her back arching up, pressing her mound against the woman's face. 

After a while, Sara felt her body settle back down against the bed, warmth spreading through her. She jerked as the woman's tongue reentered her. Sara moaned in protest, everything between her legs now felt so sensitive, but the woman kept licking and twirling her tongue.

Sara was shocked to fill a third orgasm building and, when she was near the brink, the woman disappeared. Sara heard herself begging the woman to come back, felt a moment's shame, then screamed as she felt Mike, now rock hard, slam into her. He began to pound against her and Sara, who was already wound so tight, began to piston her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, their bodies slamming against each other. A scream tore out of her as she had one of the most mind-blowing climaxes of her life. 

##

Sara and Mike didn't last. The sex was great, but that had been the only good thing between them. About a month after Mike's "surprise", they broke up. Sara had asked Mike repeatedly who the woman was, but he refused to answer her.

For years after, Sara's mind would flash back to that night. She could always feel herself getting wet as she relived the memory of having another woman make love to her and with it, a sense of shame. Several years passed before she made peace with the memory of that night, and began to let herself enjoy this wonderful new world that her mystery woman had opened up for her. 



Discovery



I switched off the SUV's engine, reaching round and unlatching my seatbelt, letting it snap back into its holster. I breathed in for a moment, letting the stress of the working day just melt off me. I always made sure that I felt relaxed by the time I came home, because I didn't want my family greeted by "cranky dad" as Alfie, my 10 year old boy, used to call me before I started practising this small act everyday. 

I smiled at these memories. He was such a wonderful boy, so cute and full of life. He was never hyper, but he always seemed brimming with energy. I don't think I ever wanted that boy to grow up; I loved him just as he was. He was so different from his sister.

Abigail. She was a beautiful young woman, having just turned 18 and about ready to leave high school. She was so excited, or as far I could tell, she was. She tended to keep to herself, seeming so sullen at times. But even though she was she so secretive, she would always sit around with Alfie and me. She never, or at least rarely spoke to us, but she still sat with us. I suppose that was one step up from the teenager who spent all their time in their room. 

I figured it was since their mom left us, she had runaway with another man, both children had seemingly never gotten over this, they never forgave her, which is why she didn't get custody with them, they spent all the time with me, for which I was eternally grateful. Then again that had been over 4 years ago, Abigail had only started being like this only 3 years ago, which I thought was a while for her to start brooding over her mother, I couldn't figure it out.

I took another breath, leaving this thought behind in my car and unlatched the front door to the house. I heard the TV on in the living room; it was playing heavy metal music, which meant that Abigail was home. She always arrived home soonest. She didn't seem to have, or want, any friends, and it wasn't like she couldn't get any friends, she was beautiful! 

Her long dark brown hair, and piercing blue eyes, which were a lot darker than my own blue eyes; a wonderful figure, which was not hard to see in the hugging clothes she always wore. I would have said that she was into the "goth scene" that a lot of teenagers were into, but she wasn't ever depressed, just a bit broody. She never wore jewellery or dark make-up and her clothes usually consisted of a long sleeved shirt and pleated skirt, which under normal circumstances would make me think that she was very popular with boys. 

But she always spent her time at home. I know she didn't sneak out because she spent all her time in the lounge with either me and Alfie or just me, either watching TV or reading a book.

I walked into the lounge and saw Abigail sitting on one side on the sofa, her knees up against her ample chest, hugging them to her as though she was cold. As I closed the door her head snapped towards me, she smiled, I think, it was such a confused expression, almost as though she was happy to see me, but also unhappy that I was in the room with her.

"How was your day Abby?" I asked earnestly

"S'ok." She mumbled turning back to the TV, though I could see that she wasn't paying attention, her eyes were still looking at me through the corners of her eyes.

"It's getting close to the end of school. Are you excited?" This actually seemed to make her mood darken; she shrugged as a way of giving her answer. I tried to think of what would make her open up a bit more, and then I remembered that Alfie was spending tonight and the weekend at one of his friend's houses. 

"I have an idea, Abby, since Alfie is spending the weekend away, why don't we rent some movies, get some pizza, even a little...wine." I said this in a roguish way, as though wine was being totally out of place. Even though Abigail was actually 18 now, and allowed to drink, she hadn't ever had any alcohol to drink. She turned towards me slowly, her mood lightening up, at what I don't know, I guessed it could have been the suggestion of wine, I didn't know what, but the fact she had lightened up encouraged me.

"Really? That sounds... cool. Thanks dad, that would be really nice." She gave a hint of a smile.

Later that evening there was a large pizza sitting in its box on the table, with a bottle of wine sitting uncorked next to it, red of course, it was the best to go with pizza, plus it was the favourable of both Abigail and I. The lights were turned down low, leaving the room dark except for the glow of the TV.

We were sitting on either side of the couch, sipping our wine, watching the movie, watching some new comedy, which wasn't great, and I was feeling a bit sleepy, as was, or so it seemed, was Abigail. Although she had barely drunk a glass of wine, she kept on looking at me with a sleepy expression on her face, another hint of her smile on her pretty face, it was the first time I had seen her smile like this in a long time. She took another sip of wine and then leaned forward placing her wine glass deliberately on the table, and then she turned towards me.

"Daddy, I'm cold, do you mind?" She nodded towards the spot next to me. I was a bit confused, since hadn't called me daddy in a long time. It sounded like she was trying to act like a little girl again, to sound irresistibly cute again. I nodded back and moved my arms so she could crawl into the crook in my arm, she moved over and snuggled into me, wrapping her arms around herself, I draped my arm over her shoulder and drew her in closer. I heard her sigh with relief, I shrugged this off and smiles, turning back to watch the TV.

We sat there for another half hour, Abigail just snuggling into me, she almost seemed like she was sleeping now. I yawned silently and tried to continue watching the movie, but it wasn't interesting enough to keep my attention. I closed my eyes, for what seemed like a couple of seconds, but must have been a couple of minutes. 

Suddenly, I felt a pressure on my lips. My eyes flickered open and I saw Abigail's face touching mine. As I focused, I knew it was her lips against mine, she was kissing me, it was definitely not the kiss of anyone who was drunk, it was the kiss who was getting something that she had wanted for a long time, she was sitting in my lap now, her arms wrapped around my neck, holding me close, her kissing getting more passionate, her tongue probing my lips gently, as though she didn't care if I was asleep anymore.

Her eyes opened now, and then widened as she saw me staring straight back at her, she broke the kiss and tried to pull away, but she had wrapped herself too tightly around me. She settled for just taking her arms from around my neck and sitting back, resting on my knees, she was babbling; tears almost in her eyes.

"Oh daddy I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you...I mean I didn't mean to...you know...oh daddy I'm sorry. Please don't angry. I just wanted to do that for so long, even before she left I've wanted you for myself." She stopped and just looked at me meekly now, her eyes downcast as she mumble, "M'sorry daddy"

I looked at her astonished, looking at how sad, but yet so happy, that she had gotten to do what she had always wanted. I reached forwarded and took her around the waist and pulled her in close again; she looked at me with bated breath as though something was happening that she hadn't dared to dream, her eyes were open wide again.

"Daddy, I love you." She whispered

"Are you sure this is not the wine speaking?" I asked carefully. She nodded dumbly and looked at me with her puppy dog eyes.

"I love you too Abby, so much." She smiled widely, overjoyed by my words, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately, her lips full and pouty and hungry now, she opened my lips with her tongue and sucked my tongue into her mouth, she moaned softly as she did, pressing her whole body up against me. We shared the kiss for what seemed an eternity; it was wonderful, holding my beautiful girl up against me, feeling the heat emanating from her body as she ground her hips into mine. Eventually, all too soon for my liking, she pulled back from the kiss, pressing her forehead against mine.

"Thank you daddy, I never want this to end, you keep me so safe." All I could do was nod and hug her as she said this, stroking her smooth skin.

"Daddy...I have never...I've never actually had sex before...I want you to be my first, I want to be joined with you." She spoke quietly, rubbing her body up against me, sighing softly. 

I nodded again as she looked at me for confirmation. She smiled at me, her face turned from her normal moody expression into an expression of overwhelming happiness. She climbed off me and crossed her arms over her stomach, taking hold of her shirt and pulling it off, 

I gasped as she tossed it away. She hadn't been wearing a bra! Her round perfect breasts were free. 

'Had she been planning this all along,' I wondered.

She then reached down and unzipped her skirt and slid it down her long legs. Then, she was there, standing before me, completely naked, my beautiful girl. She then knelt before me, undoing my pants. 

I got the idea and reached down, taking off my shirt as she slid down my pants and then my boxer shorts, showing off my now hard penis. She looked at it with wide innocent eyes. Moving closer tentatively, she touched it with one finger, watching as it twitched. She smiled, then began stroking it with her finger, watching it with fascination as it grew longer and thicker and harder.

She silently stood up then laid down opposite me on the couch, her legs spread. Her pussy was completely shaved. I could see it was already lined with wetness and so tight, she had planned this, I was sure. I moved over, when she held out her hand.  

"Please daddy, please don't let it hurt." I nodded

"I won't let anything ever hurt you my baby." She smiled and spread her legs even further apart, inviting me inside her. I moved in, kneeling between her legs, placing the head of my cock against her sweet tight lips. She sighed and reached round, taking my ass in her hands and tried to pull me in. 

I resisted, moving slowly inside her, watching and feeling her lips spreading themselves around me. She was so tight, yet so wonderful, she was breathing deeper and faster as I slid deep inside her tight pussy

"Oh daddy, it stings, but it's so wonderful. Please daddy; more, please!" I complied, still sliding slowly inside her, eventually the head of my cock pressing against a barrier, her hymen

"Take a deep breath my baby," I said softly.

She complied with me this time, breathing in deep. I pulled back a bit and then thrust in, feeling the barrier break from my erection. Her eyes closed shut and she pulled me down, hugging me close, as she whimpered softly. I stopped for a moment as she adjusted to me. Eventually, she opened her eyes and gazed up into mine.

"Please daddy, continue. I need you," she said softly.

I nodded again and began rolling my hips, feeling her pussy becoming more lubricated as she became more excited with this prospect. Soon I was moving smoothly in and out of her, as I reached down and began rubbing her clit with my fingers. She gave a loud moan as I did this, her eyes rolling back in my head.

"OOOOHH DADDDDYYYY!" She cried out loudly as the pleasure hit me. 

I continued to slide in and out of her, pushing in deep now, still moving slowly and smoothly. We carried on, her body writhing and bucking underneath me as her pleasure grew. She was bucking her hips, crying out loud, and whimpering for more and more from me.

Then, with a loud cry that seemed to shake the whole room, her muscles clenched around my cock, trying to milk me as she reached her orgasm. Shaking with pleasure, juices gushing out from her, it spilled out onto the couch, covering both of us. 

This just made me groan with pleasure and I suddenly went over the edge, shooting wave after wave of cum into her pussy. She whimpered and sighed with pleasure, holding me close, as I slowed down. 

Eventually reaching a halt and lying gently on top of her, she smiled contentedly up at me and kissed me tenderly on the lips.

"I love you daddy, and want to be with you always."

"I love you Abby, and you shall."

With that we went to sleep on the couch, lying naked and still entangled in each other. Her head rested on my chest as I lovingly stroked her hair. I sighed happily, looking down at my beautiful daughter, sleeping peacefully.



Discovery



Hi. My name is Lisa. I am 27. 5'6 105lbs 36c cup size. I have blonde hair blue eyes. I have a skinny waist and a nicely curved ass. Not overly round nor to flat just right. In addition, I am completely shaven. I awoke this one summer afternoon. Slowly I rolled over to see my clock. Smiling to myself knowing that I did not have to be anywhere for anything. I lay there under my covers thinking of what I might do today. As I lay there, I realized how bad I had to go to the bathroom. I tried to concentrate on something other having to pee. Because I was so warm and comfortable. I went back to planning my day thinking about maybe going to the mall. On the other hand, having a coffee with a friend also sounded good. And that is when it happened with out realizing it my bladder let go and I started to pee. I laid there in shock not believing what was happening. As my bladder emptied its self-feeling the warm puddle grow underneath me. As soon as I finished peeing, I blushed to myself feeling like such a child for wetting the bed. Now you would figure I would get up right away instead of laying there in my own pee. But I didn't I just laid there feeling the warmth of my own pee under me. I wondered, why I didn't want to get up. I started to notice that I was becoming aroused. Feeling very turned on by what I had just done. 

Without really thinking about it, I slid my hand under the waist of my warm and wet pajama bottoms. Feeling the warm moister on my fingers and hand only encouraged me to go further. Finding my clit with my fingertips I started to rub it in slow circles. Low moans escaping my lips. I was engulfed in how good this felt nothing was going to stop me now. As I started to rub my clit with a quicker pace. Feeling my orgasm builds and builds reaching higher then I had ever been to that point. I wanted to cum bad nothing was going to stop me. Moaning loudly feel both my pee and my sweet feminine juices against my skin drove me over the edge. I exploded my sweet juices leaking from my pussy as I came so very hard. Rubbing my clit, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I laid there panting feeling the after glow of a good orgasm. As I was starting to calm I pressed the crotch of my pajama bottoms into my pussy. Which send shivers through my whole body. Feeling both my pee and cum against my skin. When I was totally calm, again I realized what I had done and started to blush again. 

Still blushing as I got out of bed I took my pajamas off. Feeling them in my hands the wetness made me blush a deeper red. As my thoughts traveled through every detail of what had just happened. As they started to become cold in my hands, I came out of my thoughts and threw them in the dirty laundry. I walked over to my bed stripped off the bedding and threw it in the dirty laundry as well. Seeing the puddle had gone threw to my mattress, I opened my window hoping it would dry it quickly. Once I was done, I proceeded to my bathroom to take a shower. I turned the shower on adjusted the water to a nice warm temperature and got in. The water felt so nice against my skin. Just as I finished washing myself, I heard my phone ring. I quickly gave my self one more rinse and hoped out. Running naked to my phone, I reached it just in time. Hello, I said. It was my best friend Cindy. She wanted to know if I was up to going for coffee, which I told her of course. She said she would pick me up at my place in an hour. We both hung up and I went to my room and opened to get dressed.

I opened my dresser picked out my underwear a black lace thong and matching lace bra. Opening the next drawer under my underwear drawer I picked out a pair of black stretch dress pants. Moving over to my closet I picked out a nice white sleeveless top. Once dressed I sat down at my make-up stand. To put on what little make-up I do wear and brushed my hair. As I got up Cindy knocked on my door and walked in yelling I'm here. I walked to my front door and greeted her asking her if she minded waiting well I went to the bathroom quickly. She said no with a grin teasing me. I rushed off to the bathroom. Cindy yelled after me I'm going to get the top I lend you the other night. I yelled ok totally forgetting the state of my bedroom as I rushed into the bathroom. As I walked out of the bathroom, I wondered if Cindy was at the front door waiting for me. So I walk to the front door and she was nowhere to been seen. So, I figured oh she must not be able to find her top and headed to my bedroom. As I walked into my bedroom, I show her standing in front of my bed grinning. 

I was a bit confused at first but in slowly dawned on me. I looked at her then my bed the puddle was almost gone but you could still see the outline. A million thoughts filled my head amongst them oh no what am I going to do. And she caught me. But just as I was about to confess all Cindy walked towards then by me with her top in her hand saying let go. A sigh escaped my lips as I stood there a moment. Then I turned around and walked after her. As I got to the front door she said, come on slowpoke. I smiled at her as we walked out my front door with a yeah yeah. We got into her car and headed to our favorite coffee shop. As we drove, I tried not to think too much about what had just happened in my bedroom pushing it away like it was nothing. Once there we ordered our usual two extra large, coffee's and found a spot to sit. We did our usual catch up which wasn't much we see each other almost every day. We have been called a cute couple a few times. Cindy is a beautiful woman. She is 5'7 115lbs 32d cup size. Red hair green eyes. With a nice flowing figure and a small little triangle of pubic hair. Cindy and I have never been involved with each other sexually. We have just remained best friends even though we are both lesbians. It had never come up I guess.

By the time we left the coffee shop, I had totally forgotten what had happened in my bedroom. We got into her car and started driving all around town in fact. I asked her where are we going many time only to get the response this way from her. The more we drove the more I wished that I had used the bathroom before we had left the coffee shop. After about another half hour of driving aimlessly I finally said Cindy, I have to use the bathroom. She said ok that we were on the way to her place. Which were both good and bad. Good that it meant I didn't have to use a dirty public bathroom. But bad cause it was another half hour across town. As we finally made it to Cindy, it felt like my bladder was about to explode. We walked to her front door and I waited for her to find the right key. Which she went through all of them before getting the right one. As she opened the door, she dropped her keys. With an opps, she picked them up slowly blocking my way into her place. When we were finally inside, I toke my shoes off. And walked as fast as I could to her bathroom not noticing she was right behind me.

I didn't even get a chance to close the bathroom door. Cindy pushed me the rest of the way in the bathroom. Right up against her glass shower doors. What are you doing I asked her. She said this and at that, she applied pressure to my bladder. I didn't even get no out of my mouth. My bladder had responded by releasing and I started to pee. Not lightly either it streamed out of me through my panties and pants. The warmth made all of the mornings memories come flooding back. I could feel my pee soaking my panties and pants. Dribbling down my legs to my feet creating a puddle on the floor. I soon felt all the pressure released. I had not notice that Cindy had undone my pants. As my last little bit of pee was dribbling out of me. Cindy slid her hand down my open pants inside my panties between my legs. That had opened more due to peeing so hard. She slid a finger right between my pee soaked pussy lips and softly started to stroke in between them. Making my pussy juices really start to flow. Low moans escaping my lips. Without a word, she stopped pulling her hand out of my pants and panties. I let out a pout of disappointment but it didn't last long. As she moved her hand and pull, my pants and panties right down. I stepped out of them and she moved right between my legs. 

Cindy placed her mouth right over my pee hole and started to lick and suck it. Making me moan low and deep. She then slid her tongue between my pussy lips tasting my sweet pussy juices mixed with my pee. She let out a moan of satisfaction and started curling her tongue deep with in me. Making me moan louder my knees started to shake as I felt my orgasm build. Cindy braced me as I also braced myself against the glass shower doors. She kept it up curling her tongue quicker and quicker. Her nose rapidly hitting my clit drove me over the edge. I moaned very loudly almost screaming as I came. Shaking from head to toe as I came then as I thought this could get any better. Cindy places her mouth right over my pee hole and sucked hard causing me to let out squirts of pee right into her mouth. Which she gulped down happily. Then she moved back to between my pussy lips drinking down my sweet pussy juices. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me I was euphoric. She slowed her pace to a stop then move from between my legs. She then got up toke me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.

Once in her room she toke her pants and panties right off and hoped on to her bed. Cindy spread her legs welcoming me to join her on her bed. I climbed on and moved right between her legs. I noticed a plastic sound and that there was no blanket on the bed as I did and paid it no attention. I leaned in and inhaled her sweet scent. I then moved my mouth right over her pee hole and started to lick and suck it just as she had done to me. At this point, I realized that she had not gone to the bathroom since we had meet up. And I was about to get more then just a few gulps of pee. And right at that moment, her pee started to stream into my mouth. At first it was an over powering taste salty and bitter. But the more that entered my mouth the more I liked it. I started to drink it down. At least as much of it as I could as it was streaming so fast. As it started to dribble out of her, I sucked the rest out of her. Now moaning with pure delight. My tongue slide down between her pussy lips. She let out a low and deep moan. As I flickered and curled my tongue deep with in her. The more my tongue flicker and curled the louder her moans became. I found her clit with my thumb. And started rubbing it in slow hard circles. Cindy was now pushing into my thumb and tongue hard. Moaning like a wild woman as she peaked and her juices flowed into my mouth. I drank them all down loving every moment of it.

I let her calm and crawled up beside her. I moved closer to her and we started to cuddle and kiss. I broke our kiss, looked deep into her eye, and said why didn't we do this sooner? She looked back into mine grinned and said I didn't know you were into this. I blushed not breaking eye contact and said well this morning was my first time it was an accident. But I loved it and was afraid when I found you in my room. Cause I thought you might think I was sick. Cindy smiled at me and cuddled even closer to me. We started kissing again. Not breaking our embrace for rest of the night, I awoke the next morning to find I was in her bed alone. I got up not even paying attention to the fact I was naked still from the waist down. I walked into her kitchen and sat down at the table. Where she served me a coffee with a naughty little grin on her face. Cindy sat down with her own cup. I smiled back at her knowing what was on her mind. And knowing I didn't bother stopping at the bathroom on my way down just for that reason. We sat there chatting well we both knew our bladders were getting fuller and fuller............



Discovery



Lynn was one of those women that if you saw her walking down the street, you wouldn't really notice her.

She was a big gal, and without fail she had on a knee length plain skirt and sweater, except on the warmer summer days she wore a lighter blouse, and sometimes slacks. 

Her hair fit the description of mousy perfectly.

In fact, there was not one single feature about her that stood out, she was just a bit on the homely side female.

I found her quite by accident, in fact, it was an accident. I had hurt my back, it hurt like hell is the understatement of the century.

The business card a friend had placed in my hands said massage therapy. I looked at it and for some reason I didn't throw it away. It was days later when I made the call, after everything else I had tried just left me still miserable.

Over a period of a year or so, Lynn used her magic on me. The sessions were perfectly normal, she worked out the sore spots, brought blood flow to the area that was injured.

It helped, it helped a lot. Over time the pain just went away, replaced by a sensation that was like the pins and needles one gets when they sleep on an arm in the wrong position.

I was naked under the sheet of course, but Lynn never touched anything inappropriate. I also got used to her and realized that not only did I like her, but I became over time fascinated with her.

For one thing, she had saved up her money and bought a lot south of the city. Next she had covered the muddy driveway with leftover asphalt roofing material. She had cut up the roofing material into thin strips, and spread it out.

I was amazed that she would think of that, and it worked perfectly. She couldn't afford to buy rock and she got the construction debris for free from one of her clients.

Next it was build a house. She poured her own cement blocks, setting each one carefully into place. It took her a couple of years of spare time work. I was out there several times as the project went on, and even pitched in to help once in awhile.

Lynn rewarded me for my help by making the sessions longer, then she began to undrape my ass and work out my glutes, that felt nice.

Once she had two rooms finished, some beams installed and a roof up, she moved from the office that she rented to her own place. That saved her money, the construction sped up and she ended up with a fine but rather odd looking two bedroom house.

There were still lots of things that needed finished, each time I arrived for my weekly appointment she had added a bit more.

Over time, as I got to feeling better, I got to thinking of her hands on me in a bit more intimate fashion. We even had a few conversations that hinted along those lines, and of course she knew.

To please me, she mentioned one day that since we knew each other so well that she would not mind if we dispensed with the top sheet. She said it would save her a bit on laundry, too.

I agreed, thinking this was it, but the session was just like all the rest, except that I was naked. I always got an erection, an enormous one in anticipation of perhaps a bit more than the usual session.

Lynn just ignored that. No amount of suggesting or hints would get her to cross that line, week after week I would lay there naked with my penis as hard as it could get, and her busy hands would get close but never touch. The dull sensation in my lower body would change under the ministrations of her magic hands to a tingle, I would get back to my house and masturbate furiously thinking of her.

I even drifted off and saw a few others, so many of them were willing, and I would close my eyes as their hands wrapped around me, thinking of Lynn.

It became one of those obsessions, it was almost like I needed the..conquest?

One day as Lynn was working on me she mentioned that she was having some troubles with paneling she had installed on one side of the room, it was pulling loose. She pattered on about how she was going to drill the cement to mount fastners to hold it. I even suggested a couple of other methods, but she had her own plan in mind. I really thought nothing more of that as we went through the session.

When I got to my next appointment, I saw that Lynn had a client ahead of me, there was a car parked out front. Lynn had built a small waiting room off of her home office, so I took a seat and picked up one of the magazines she kept out there.

I had just settled in, the door opened slightly and she peeked out.

"I am running 15 minutes late, Danny. Is that all right?"

"Sure, Lynn. I am in no hurry." I smiled at her.

She nodded and closed the door.

I scanned the magazine, I had seen it a dozen times, so I reached down for another one that was in a stack under a small coffee table. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a motion.

By leaning forward, I realized I could see right into the massage room, the paneling had been removed, leaving a gap of about six inches where the bottom cement blocks ended. I knew there had been a screen on the inside there before, Lynn's idea of ventilation for the walls. I could see the man lying on the table clearly, and all of Lynn's lower body from just above the waist down.

The man was lying there on his back as Lynn worked on his chest, and he was completely naked. I didn't think of that being out of the ordinary, since I was always naked too.

I tried to ignore it, but I kept leaning forward to take a peek, as the voyeur in me came out. Lynn had moved to the other side, began to work on the man's legs. Her hands came up high, I saw her actually push against his testicles. He responded to that, his penis stiffening and lifting up off of his stomach.

I leaned back for a few minutes, concerned about being caught peeking, then I leaned down and looked again. Lynn now had her blouse open, she was rubbing her bare breasts on the man's stomach.

That was a surprise.

Her breasts were round and soft, sagging down. She had huge dark nipples, and they were stiff and pointed. Then she came around to where her back was to me, I saw her lean over, her head began to bob up and down.

Could she be doing what it looked like she was doing, her mouth almost had to be...on him? That lasted quite awhile, then she stepped to the foot of the table and ran both hands up the man's legs. She didn't stop when she got to his groin, her hands went up and over his cock. Grasping it with both hands, she began long slow strokes. Her bare breasts slid back and forth up and down the man's legs as she stroked his erection.

I sat there in shock, amazement. It hadn't registered on me that when she leaned forward, the side of her face had come into my view. Then her head turned, and she looked right at me.

I quickly jerked back and sat up. I thought about running, getting the hell out of there, I was caught cold peeking into Lynn's massage room.

I waited for quite a long time, then I leaned forward to take another peek, unable to stop myself. She had a towel in her hand and was wiping off the man's penis, holding it with one hand and wiping with the other.

It was just a few minutes later when they both came out, the man turned to her and hugged her, she hugged him back, just like she had done every time with me. He shot me a sidelong glance, kissed her on the cheek and left.

"Ready, Danny?" Lynn asked me, with an expression on her face I hadn't seen before.

I got up and followed her inside, sitting on the chair while she changed the sheet on her table.

"Go ahead and get ready." She told me, and left the room. I stripped and lay face down on the soft table, then I heard the shower running. Lynn came back out shortly, this time she was dressed in slacks and a pullover smock, drying her hair.

She set down the towel, reached for a comb and ran it through her locks a few times. Then she picked up her bottle of oil and began to work on me.

I lay there quietly, I really had no idea at all what to say. Lynn was quiet too, usually she was pattering on about her next project, or telling me about some incident going on.

"I didn't get my room finished all the way, I ran out of time." She said, finally.

"I see that, but there isn't much left to do." I answered lamely.

"I am sorry about what you saw. I didn't realize."

"It's OK, Lynn. I guess that is just someone you know?"

"Yes, that is Walter, he and I...He helps me a lot and we sometimes..go out."

Well, that explained that.

"You won't tell anyone, will you? This is my office and I could get into...trouble."

"The door is locked, Lynn. I won't tell a soul. It's just that..sometimes I wish.."

"I know. I know about men, they have needs. I just never wanted to..you know."

"I understand, it's OK."

"Thank you, Danny. You have been a good client, and like a friend to me." She patted my back softly. I just nodded.

"OK. Well, time to turn over." She reached for her bottle of oil again as I struggled to roll over onto my back.

"You saw me..my..what did you think?" There was a catch in her voice. My ears perked right up.

"Yes. You are beautiful, I really didn't mind at all."

"You really think so?" Lynn got a pleased tone in her voice.

"Yes, Lynn, you have beautiful breasts, if you don't mind my saying so." I was telling her the truth about that.

Lynn hesitated, her face taking on a reddish color.

"I want to make you happy!" She blurted out suddenly.

"OK." I answered, not completely sure what she meant.

Lynn reached for a towel, wiped her hands. Then she reached down and tugged the smock over her head. Those big titties I had caught a glimpse of before were now displayed for me. Her nipples had snugged up in excitement, I realized she wasn't used to compliments. Her skin was unblemished, there were no tan lines. The tips of her nipples were tiny, sticking out like needles, the darker area was a vertical oval shape.

She reached down and cupped my balls, lifted gently.

"May I?" She asked.

"Yes, please. I would like that."

Lynn leaned over and holding my testicles, she slid her mouth over my erection and began sucking furiously. She was very much an amateur, I had gotten a few blow jobs from pros over the years and I knew the difference. Then her tongue came out and swirled around the head of my now rock hard cock, and it began to feel lots better.

After a few minutes of that, she oiled up her hands and began to stroke me. It didn't take very long, I felt myself tighten up, and then I went off. She gripped just as I climaxed, then released and my sperm shot out and splashed on her chest. Her hand stayed busy all the way through my orgasm, milking the last sensations out of me.

Then she reached for the towel again and wiped her hands. As she reached for the smock I stopped her.

"Please don't cover those up." I blurted out. She seemed pleased at that. Then she started in massaging me again, vigorously. It made her breasts sway back and for delightfully. I was actually hoping to get another erection but she had milked it all out of me for the moment.

Finally she was finished, she went over and sat in the chair as I sat on the edge of the table. Her big breasts were still naked, she just sat there and watched me, unashamed of her big titties hanging down.  

I reached for my clothing, got dressed. Then I reached for my wallet.

"Please don't pay me, Danny. I just can't take money, not for...that." Her eyes were studying me, looking for a reaction.

"Lynn, you work for a living. I will pay you for the massage, the rest? Well, let's just call that..friends?"

She nodded.

"OK. I can deal with that." I handed her the fee, started to leave.

"I better fix that wall, huh?" She giggled. Then she got up, pulled on her top. We walked out into the waiting room.

A pretty middle aged woman sat there, the expression on her face was priceless. Her eyes were as big as silver dollars. I shot her a sidelong glance as I gave Lynn a hug, then kissed her on the cheek.

"Hi, Kate! Are you ready?" I heard Lynn ask her next client as I left.

"Yes. I think I am going to enjoy this today!" The woman flashed me a huge grin, then turned and followed Lynn into the room.

I was humming to myself on the way home. I could hardly wait until the next week.



Discovery



"What's the matter, Dad?"

Eric Tanner looked over at his nineteen year old daughter in the passenger seat. "Nothing. Why?"

"You've been so quiet the whole trip," Stacy said.

"The whole trip hasn't even been half an hour yet."

Stacy stared straight ahead. "Is Mom mad at you again?"

She could hear her father's sigh. "No, she's not mad at me...again. You make it sound like it happens all the time."

"Doesn't it?" she asked. "Seems like every time I come home for a weekend you two are fighting or something."

There was silence for a moment. Then Eric replied, "We're both under a lot of pressure at our jobs. You know that. We're lucky to be working and we're going out of our way to keep it that way. Sometimes we aren't as...cheerful...at home as maybe you'd like. We'd give anything to be in your shoes, with no responsibilities, or worries, or cares."

Stacy's head snapped in the direction of her father. "No worries?! I have five classes this semester. Hard ones!"

Eric tried not to smile. He remembered those days. What he thought were worries then seem trivial now. But he'd never admit to Stacy that things weren't all that smooth between him and her mother. Pressure was building in their relationship. Frustration mounted.

Eric needed to change the subject. "So, how are you doing?"

"In the classes? I'll pass them all. Actually, I'll get a couple A's and a couple B's. But they're hard," Stacy said emphatically.

"I'm sure they are." This time when Eric looked over, his eyes lingered a little longer on his daughter. She was prettier every time he saw her. Her mature body filled out her t-shirt and shorts like a model. He noticed she had her blonde hair cut a little shorter than normal, and the wind in the convertible caused it to dishevel in a very sexy way.

They chatted amicably for the remainder of the trip, but Eric knew he was beginning to deal with an adult child now...not just a little girl. Physically and mentally, his daughter was growing up.

Stacy felt relieved as the car turned into their driveway and finally into the garage. It was going to be good to see her Mom again and put aside the daily grind of school. She truly was concerned about the apparent friction between her parents. Stacy was determined to cheer up one, or both, of them over the weekend.

She hurried into the house while Eric got her bag from the trunk. It never ceased to amaze him how much stuff his daughter needed for a two day stay. By the time he was inside, Eric could hear the two females gabbing away. He looked into the family room and noticed, for the first time, that Stacy was now at least an inch taller than her mother, Cheryl.

For all the faults there may have been in Eric's family life, he never under-appreciated how fortunate he was to have two such beautiful blondes in the same house. Cheryl was a fitness fanatic when she had time off from her busy job as a marketing director. Her forty one year old body could easily belong to, well, her daughter. And that's basically what happened, except for Stacy's additional inch or so in height.

Eric never had direct evidence, but he suspected that Cheryl sometimes used her body as a bargaining chip in her dealings with high-level media executives. Cheryl's flirting was legendary both at work and home. In addition, when Eric took her to his law firm's social functions, he rarely let her out of his sight for fear of losing her to another partner in the firm...either for fifteen minutes or for life.

Now his two girls were together again at home and for a couple days, at least, maybe there would be peace.

It was a typically beautiful South Florida March day--sunny and warm. Stacy's plans were no more complicated than spending as much time around the pool as possible. She loved the way the stone patio, with its umbrella tables, offered protection from the sun and the pool area allowed for sunbathing. She'd always tanned very easily without burning, despite her light complexion. The contrast between her bronze skin and blonde hair drove more than a few guys at school crazy.

Within an hour of arriving, Stacy was in her favorite bikini and sitting on the back porch with a drink in hand. She never took for granted having been the only child of a fairly rich set of parents. Nor did she feel guilty. She just enjoyed it.

The first time Eric passed by the sliding glass doors leading out onto the patio, he grimaced at the sight of the drink. He was always afraid of the college life turning his daughter into a binge drinker. He remembered his own days at school. But then his attention turned to Stacy in her little bikini and the drink became secondary in importance. He stared at her leaning back in the lounge chair, her body stretched out in comfort. Stacy's breasts bulged against the top of her suit, while the thin strap of material around her waist seemingly disappeared between her legs.

Eric looked around in guilt when he finally walked from the doors, hoping Cheryl didn't see him gawking at Stacy. In spite of his guilt, he found himself looking out at the patio every opportunity he had for the next hour. Finally, he decided to go outside himself during the halftime of a game he was watching on TV.

Eric was surprised to find Stacy's lounge chair empty when he slid open the doors and stepped out. The sound of a splash made him look at the pool, where Stacy's lithe body soon surfaced and began a slow trek to the far end. Eric walked over while Stacy reached the wall, turned, and started back. He was sitting by the time she started one more lap.

It was then that Eric realized Stacy didn't have a top on. He couldn't see anything--she swam slowly with her head down and her body cutting through the water--but her bare back gave away Stacy's secret. She managed to turn at each end of the pool without ever fully exposing the top half of her body. Eric considered leaving; then decided to stay.

After five full laps, Stacy glided over to the side of the pool near her father. She had noticed him when he first approached the pool and spent two laps calculating her next move.

Stacy put her arms on the edge and rested her chin on top. "This sure beats sitting in the dorm room," she said with a smile.

"Somehow I doubt you would be sitting in your dorm room on a Saturday," Eric said.

"Maybe not. But it's good being home and not having to worry about stuff for a while."

"What 'stuff' do you worry about?" Eric asked.

Stacy's expression got more serious as she thought for a second. "Classes. Assignments."

"Guys," her father interjected.

"Guys."

Eric watched Stacy steady herself in the water, still unable to see anything lower than her arms and shoulders. "Are you dating anybody?"

"Not really. I could be if I wanted to. But I'll wait," she said.

"For what?"

"For when I'm ready." She looked at the chair next to her father. "Hand me my top, please."

Eric stood up, grabbed the tiny top and walked it over to Stacy. At first, he hung it directly in front of her. But when she went to grab it, he pulled it just out of her reach. Stacy leaned hard against the side of the pool, using her free arm to cover the upper part of her chest.

"Dad! Give it to me!"

Eric dropped the top and Stacy snatched it before it hit the ground. She sank farther into the water and pulled the bikini over her head, then started tying it in the back as she bobbed back up. Eric got a tantalizingly quick glimpse of the breasts before they were barely covered by the suit.

Only then did she jump out of the pool and grab a towel. Eric sat back down while Stacy concluded her show by drying off in front of him.

"Do you like my new bikini?" she asked.

"It's too small. It's...obscene."

"Good. That answers my question," she said with a playful smile.

They sat by the pool for a short while, and then headed back into the house. They went their separate ways and it wasn't until early evening that Eric saw his daughter again. Cheryl had gone out with friends for a birthday dinner and party—a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Stacy. She was alone with her Dad and was in the mood to take full advantage of it.

Dressed in an unreasonably long, but tight, tank top and panties, she entered the family room with a can of soda and bag of chips. Eric watched from his chair as Stacy strolled in front of him and then plopped down on the couch, her legs folded underneath her body. His eyes moved from her highly visible breasts to her tanned thighs. A hint of blue panty extended below the tank top.

Neither acknowledged the other verbally until the first commercial break.

"You're not going anywhere tonight?" Eric asked.

"Nope." Stacy bit into a potato chip, then glanced down and lightly brushed off an apparent crumb from the top of her breasts. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No," Eric said, "I just thought you'd have better things to do than sit here."

"Nope."

Eric forced himself to look at the TV. The more Stacy moved, the higher her shirt rode up her legs. Soon, it was bunched around her waist with her panties plainly visible. Though slightly bigger than her bikini, they didn't hide much.

There was no doubt in Eric's mind that the inch or so difference in height between his wife and daughter was in Stacy's legs. They were long and curvy without a hint of fat, or even a line that was out of place. Around the time of his third surreptitious glance when Stacy wasn't looking, Eric felt his cock respond. His guilt diminished with each peek at her.

"Dad. Come over and sit with me," Stacy suddenly said during one commercial.

Eric looked over and saw Stacy patting the cushion next to her.

"Uh, why hon?" he asked.

"Because I want you to. Just like we used to do when I was little."

Eric had no possible reply that wouldn't be a direct refusal. Although he felt uncomfortable about it, he got up and walked to the couch, sitting several feet away from Stacy.

She smiled. "I miss you guys, and all of us being together."

"I miss it too, Stacy," Eric said. "But we all grow older...way too fast."

"That can be a good thing, you know. I mean, my growing older allows me to look at you and Mom in a different way," Stacy said. "We're all adults now."

The conflict in Eric's mind was compounded by Stacy's comment. When he looked at her now, he saw a woman. But she was his daughter—the one who couldn't ride a bike without falling; the one who cried when she saw a spider.

"Is that why you think you have to fix a marriage that isn't broken?" he asked.

Stacy looked startled. "I don't think that at all. I just want you both to be happy, and being older gives me different ways to do that."

Before Eric could respond, Stacy was leaning over so that her head was almost in his lap. She turned onto her back, stretched out her legs, and finally did lay her head down on top of his legs. Stacy's feet rested on the end of the couch, her legs slightly raised.

"Remember when you would let me lie here and go to sleep?" she asked, looking up at her father.

"Yeah."

Eric struggled with where to put his hands before finding a safe spot.

"That was nice. I felt safe," Stacy said softly.

"And now?" Eric asked.

"The same."

Stacy's head was settled on Eric's legs, not quite pressing against his cock. That was a good thing because he was reacting to the view he was getting down the front of her tight top. Besides the ample skin not covered by the shirt, he couldn't help but notice the nipples bulging against it. Under any other circumstances, he would be playing with the wondrous tits.

Instead, Stacy took the lead and ran her hand up the outside of her shirt starting at about her navel and ending just below her breasts. She paused, either for effect or deliberation, and then pulled her hand up over a breast and onto the bare skin above it.

Eric watched intently, getting harder and harder—or as hard as his shorts would let him. Stacy didn't speak. Her fingers followed the edge of one shoulder strap midway down a breast. Then she followed the edge across her cleavage and up the other side.

Eric was just about to put a stop to it, but Stacy reached for his hand and put it in hers. She pulled it up and held it against her chest, above her breasts. Eric felt the warm, smooth skin as Stacy softly pushed down. He could feel her heart pounding swiftly.

Stacy guided the hand lower. Eric couldn't pull it away, despite an ever-growing reservation about what was happening. His fingers slid down the exposed portion of Stacy's breasts until he reached a point where he had to either go inside, or outside, her shirt.

He chose outside.

Stacy stopped forcing the hand lower when Eric's palm was squarely on the bulk of her right breast. They both sat motionless for a second or two...which seemed like a minute or two to Eric.

"Touch me, Dad."

Eric's answer caught in his dry throat. "No, Stacy. I really...shouldn't."

"Please." She waited for his hand to lift, but it never did. "Just this once."

As if her words made everything alright, Eric lightly pressed his fingers harder onto her breast. He felt the skin give way under her shirt, molding to his hand. Stacy closed her eyes and arched her back just enough to apply more pressure on her father's hand. Eric squeezed again, this time seeking out her nipple with one of his fingers.

He saw her lips separate just a fraction and her breathing quickened. Eric scraped his finger across her erect nipple.

"Oh, Dad. That feels so good."

Eric cringed. This was so wrong. But he was only touching her shirt. It was like putting his arm around her, right? There was nothing...sexual...about it. His mind whirled with questions and answers. His cock responded in quite a different way, however.

The harder Stacy's nipple got, the more Eric's hand migrated to it. Soon, he was massaging her with his palm, pressing firmer and firmer with each new sign of pleasure.

"Touch it, please. Inside my shirt. I want you to feel it," Stacy urged.

"No. I can't," Eric argued.

Stacy didn't plead. She took his hand again and placed it where the tank top and skin met. Then she slid his fingers inside her shirt and let go. She fully expected him to do the rest...and he did.

Eric's fingers found her nipple and pinched it. He rolled it between his fingers and listened to his daughter sigh. His hand caused the shirt to lift enough that the majority of her other breast was now visible. Stacy's perfect, soft skin was captivating as he stared down at her.

Her body moved almost imperceptibly with each new action of Eric's hand. He saw her hips rise and fall or slide left and right as he played with her tit. Eric's heart raced faster and his cock ached for attention.

Without saying a word, Stacy took the straps to her tank top and slowly slid them off her shoulders. Eric never removed his hand from her breast. Then Stacy lifted her arms and drew them out of the straps, pulled the top down and fully exposed both breasts.

Eric couldn't decide which was more troubling—that Stacy was undressing for him or that he was continuing to play with her as if he had every right to do so. But her magnificent chest was irresistible. He quickly began to cover each breast in succession with his palm...squeezing, rolling and holding them tenderly.

"Oh my God, Dad. Don't stop. Ever," Stacy begged.

Eric didn't stop as his eyes scanned her body--from the luscious breasts, to the shirt gathered at her waist, to the long legs stretched out along the couch. Just as he fixed his eyes on the panties peeking out under Stacy's top, she grabbed the shirt and pulled it down farther. She raised her legs, bent at the knees, and removed the shirt completely. After flinging it onto the floor, she extended her legs again and spread them slightly.

The display was over much too quickly for Eric's liking, but now he had an unobstructed view of her tiny waist, full hips and panty-covered pussy.

"Stacy, what if your mother comes home?" he asked seriously.

"She won't. But if she does we'll hear the garage door and we'll have plenty of time. Now don't worry about it, please."

Stacy had her head turned sideways in Eric's lap, looking up at him. Her eyes shifted down to the bulge in his shorts and she put her hand on it.

"Did this happen all the time when I laid in your lap?" she asked.

Eric's body shuddered uneasily under Stacy's touch. "You weren't half naked," he said.

"Well, you have the same effect on me." As she spoke, Stacy moved her hand between her legs and placed it on top of her panties. With long, steady strokes, she pulled her fingers up and over her pussy and clit.

"You've made me very wet. Feel for yourself."

Stacy moved her hand away and Eric looked down at her panties. "No, Stacy. Really, I..."

"I want you to," she said. "It's OK."

No it wasn't, according to Eric's conscience. Nothing about this was OK. Still, his cock got harder every time he looked at his nearly nude daughter. He desperately wanted to feel her wet pussy.

"Just once, Dad."

His hand was on her thigh, feeling the silky smooth skin. Stacy spread her legs another inch or two, just enough for him to feel her movement. Eric slid his fingers closer to her panties.

As Eric's hand moved over the small patch of fabric, Stacy raised her ass off the couch. Her pussy and his fingers made contact. Eric pressed down and Stacy lowered her body once again, while he sought out the slit between her legs.

She felt her panties rubbing against the entrance to her pussy. "Yes," she whispered.

Eric felt the moisture his daughter had promised him. It sent tingles up his spine. He pressed harder.

"Inside, Dad. Put your hand inside my panties."

If he had reservations about touching her breasts, Eric had major problems with what she was asking. A line was about to be crossed and he wasn't sure he was ready for it. At the same time, he continued to stroke her pussy through the soaked panties. He continued to be hard as a rock inside his shorts. Stacy continued to moan each time he touched her clit.

Eric put his hand at the top of her panties and put the tips of his fingers underneath as though he wanted to do it without her knowing. Just as delicately, he pushed his hand down. He felt her skin change to a very soft covering of fine hair. Then a slight rise was followed by a depression and he knew he had reached her clit.

Stacy took in a deep breath while her father's finger lingered at her swollen nub. Her reaction reminded him one more time just what he was doing, and he began to withdraw his hand from under her panties.

"No!" she cried out. "Please keep going. It's alright. I promise."

Eric's fatherly desire to make his daughter happy was overriding his common sense. His hand returned to its place and found her clit once more. After a few strokes, he moved his hand lower and curled his fingers down to the entrance to her pussy. Eric probed the wet skin until he found the opening. He allowed the finger to enter her for an instant, then pulled it out and returned to her clit.

Stacy's eyes were closed. She unconsciously licked her lips, lost in the bliss of having her father play with her throbbing clit. She put a hand on her breast and began to massage it, eventually concentrating on the nipple. Eric watched it all and increased his speed and pressure in return.

As Stacy's breathing became heavier and faster, her body responded by forcing itself up onto her father's hand. Eric pushed down the panties to give himself more room, then cupped her entire pussy and explored every inch of it with his eager fingers. Soon, Stacy was moving her pussy up and down as though she was fucking. Eric obliged by burying two fingers deep inside her.

"Yes!" Stacy nearly screamed. "More!"

One of her hands gripped the edge of the couch while the other squeezed her nipple. She tried to spread her legs wider, nearly ripping her panties in the process. Eric frantically pushed them down to her knees before rubbing her clit some more. Stacy hissed with pleasure, obviously on the verge of coming.




Discovery



Eric's head spun from all that was happening. He was probably just moments away from making his astonishingly beautiful daughter have an orgasm while lying in his lap. His daughter! The thought made him shudder.

But Stacy's loud squeals of pleasure made him go on. He fucked her with his hand, rubbed her clit, and played with her tits until she arched her back, stretched out her legs, and cried out, "Oh God. Fuck! Yessss!"

For nearly a minute, although it seemed an hour, Eric watched his daughter writhe in front of him in the throes of an intense orgasm. Stacy's head rolled in his lap as she came, starting a new orgasm each time Eric dragged his finger across her clit. When he drove the same finger inside her pussy, she thrust her body onto his hand. All the while, she rolled her nipples between her fingers and felt the electricity flow down her body.

He had never heard her sound so excited about anything before. But then, he'd never made her cum before.

Finally, the orgasms subsided and Stacy lay motionless. Eric withdrew his hand, pulled up her panties and looked down on her disheveled hair. She was still beautiful, despite the perspiration causing strands of hair to stick to her forehead.

Stacy faced her father and placed her lips on the outline of his cock. She kissed it lightly through the material of his shorts.

"That was awesome, Dad. Thank you."

Before he could answer, they heard the unmistakable sound of the garage door opening.

"Oh shit!"

Stacy clambered off the couch and lunged for her shirt.

###

Eric spent a restless night, filled with short periods of sleep—each of them interrupted when he awoke to a vivid image of his naked daughter squirming in his lap. He was hard and stroked his cock once or twice, hoping his wife didn't awaken. All night long he relived the evening he had spent with Stacy.

He was the first to get up the next morning. Typically, he had an hour to himself before Cheryl got out of bed. He didn't know what Stacy's routine would be. But he was thinking of her, as evidenced by the thick cock hanging between his legs as he stepped out of the shower. Would he ever get her off his mind?

He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door. To his surprise, Stacy was standing in the hallway just outside the bathroom.

"Come to my room. Now," she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. Then, she turned and nearly ran down the hall to the stairway. Her long nightshirt clung to her as she moved and Eric watched her disappear downstairs to her bedroom.

He didn't try to answer. He looked back towards his own bedroom, tightened the towel around his waist, and headed downstairs.

Eric nearly knocked on the door out of pure habit. Instead, he turned the knob silently and pushed the door open. When it opened just enough for him to enter, he did. He closed the door without a sound.

Stacy was standing in the middle of the room, smiling broadly.

"Good morning, Daddy," Stacy said.

"Good morning, Stacy."

"I wanted to thank you for last night," she said, pulling up on her nightshirt as she spoke. Eric watched as her panties came into view. Stacy changed the position of her hands and then leisurely pulled the shirt over her head. The breasts Eric had enjoyed playing with so much the evening before were now in full view, looking even more full as his daughter stood.

"You already thanked me," Eric said.

"No," Stacy said as she started to walk towards the first of two windows in the corner bedroom. "I mean really thank you."

Her ass waggled as she approached the window, the cheeks peeking out from under her skimpy panties. Eric stared at her while she reached up for the curtains and pulled them shut. Her incredible semi-nude figure caused his cock to press against the towel.

Stacy turned to go to the other window, looking over her shoulder and smiling at her father. Her youthful profile was an intoxicating mix of teenage girl and mature woman.

Just before reaching the window, she stopped, turned to face Eric, and grabbed the top of her panties. She pushed them halfway down her thighs, then bent at the waist and finished taking them off. Eric stared at her breasts as they hung freely before moving his eyes to her bare pussy—the one he had his fingers buried in the night before.

Stacy tossed the panties into a nearby laundry basket. She faced the window and closed the curtains, extending on her tip-toes and giving her father an even better look at her tight ass.

With the windows covered, she walked slowly towards Eric. He was prepared for her, feeling his cock harden while he watched her breasts gently bounce with each step. Stacy got within reach...and brushed past her father. Eric swiveled his head and saw her lock the bedroom door.

Eric did not turn around. He let Stacy move directly behind him. Then he felt her body on his.

"Why are you doing this, Stacy?"

"Doing what?"

"Seducing me," Eric said.

Stacy wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her hands on the front of his towel. Eric felt her cool nipples on his back while she rubbed the soft material against his hard cock. Seconds later, she had her fingers wrapped around his cock with the towel in between.

"It feels to me like you enjoy being seduced," she whispered in his ear.

Nothing Eric said would sound sincere. So he decided to say nothing. Meanwhile, Stacy was getting him harder and harder with her systematic stroking and the rubbing of her pussy into his ass.

Finally, to Eric's relief, she let go of him, only to move her hand inside the towel and directly onto his penis. She stroked it a couple more times and then used her other hand to pull off the towel.

"I wanted to see this and touch it last night. I worried all night that you'd be mad we didn't do anything," she said, stroking the cock softly.

"Stacy, we shouldn't have done that," Eric said. "We shouldn't be doing this now."

Stacy let go of the cock again and stepped in front of Eric. She looked up into her father's eyes. "But you were so hard...the entire time. You were turned on by what we were doing."

"No. I couldn't help it," Eric tried to explain.

"You didn't need to make me cum, Dad. But you did."

Much to Eric's surprise, Stacy slowly sank to her knees. She brought the head of his cock to her lips and kissed it. She moved up and down the shaft, lightly kissing it every couple of seconds.

"You didn't need to come down here. But you did," she added.

She ran her tongue along the underside of the cock, suspecting it was nearly at full erection now.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Stacy held the cock and looked up. Eric was shaking and he knew she knew he was shaking. He didn't say anything.

Stacy spread her lips and lowered her head onto Eric's cock. At first she only took a little of it. Each time she moved forward she took a little more. Then she had the entire thing in her mouth.

It had been many years since Eric had his cock inside a woman's mouth, and none of the women—not even Cheryl—looked as good as Stacy at this moment. Nor did he remember it ever feeling so good. Stacy was applying more and more pressure with her lips and tongue, seemingly trying to coax another inch out of him.

She debated just letting him cum in her mouth, but the thrill of the previous evening had left her wanting more. After another minute of sucking, Stacy pulled back and stood in front of her Dad, allowing their bodies to touch.

"I want you to fuck me, Dad," she said, pressing her stomach against the rigid cock between them.

Stacy walked over to her bed, sat on the edge for a few seconds, and then leaned back. She spread her legs invitingly and stared up at her father with tempting eyes. As one last inducement, she placed her hand on her clit and began to massage it.

Eric wouldn't have left the room if horses were dragging him. He was drawn to his daughter's body like a magnet, and his cock led the way.

He moved between her legs and looked down on her perfection from head to toe. Stacy removed her hand as if to invite him to take control. Eric put his hands under her ass and lifted her enough to allow his cock to touch her pussy. Stacy reached for Eric's cock and positioned it at the entrance, almost in awe of the size of the cock in her hand. Luckily, she felt moisture growing at the spot where she placed the tip and awaited the pleasure she knew was coming.

"Where should I cum?" was all Eric asked.

"It's OK," Stacy said softly. "It's safe."

With that, Eric pushed forward and felt his cock begin to slide inside Stacy. The first couple strokes were tentative, but then Eric put aside all his doubts and started to fuck her in earnest.

"Oh, yes. That's so nice. Harder, Daddy!"

Stacy wrapped her legs around his waist and Eric held her by the ass. He watched her tits flow back and forth, the nipples glowing a bright pink from her excitement. His balls rammed into her with each thrust until he was grunting with desire.

"Harder!" Stacy begged.

Less fearful now of hurting her, Eric picked up the speed and intensity. Their mutual groans echoed in the room and the bed threatened to pound against the wall. Neither seemed to care as they drove closer and closer to orgasms.

"You're SO big, Dad. God! Fuck me!!"

Eric didn't need verbal assistance, but Stacy's words had the desired effect. He fucked her harder than he had ever fucked anybody. He fucked her with more passion than ever before and he wanted her to cum over and over again.

Stacy squeezed his cock with her cunt and they both arrived at the brink of orgasms.

"Stacy! I'm going...to...cum," Eric groaned.

"Yes! Cum for me, Dad. Hard!"

She played with her clit and tried to time her own climax with his. Eric's groans grew louder and longer. His cock threatened to tear her open, but Stacy only felt pleasure.

Then Eric couldn't hold back any longer, and he felt the first blast of semen about to pour from his cock. He thrust his cock forward, held it in place until the orgasm began, and then continued fucking Stacy as his warm fluid flowed into her cunt.

Stacy frantically rubbed her clit, allowing her own orgasm to start. They were both lost in their private ecstasy for a long moment. The bed shook and their moans merged into one erotic sound.

When the last gush of semen had been coaxed out of him, Eric withdrew his cock. It glistened in the room's light from their combined juices. Stacy smiled up at her father.

"That's how I wanted to thank you," she said.

"You're very good at it."

"Can we do it again soon?" Stacy asked.

Eric reached for his towel. "We'll see," he said, sounding very much like a father talking to his little girl.



Discovery



I decided to knock off from work early one Friday afternoon. My plan was to go home and relax by the pool we had in the back of the house. When I pulled into the driveway I saw my son Rob's car and his friend Chris's car parked there. I went inside the house, but I didn't see or hear either of the boys. When I went into the kitchen I looked out of the window facing the pool. That is when I saw both of them.

Chris was lying on a deck chair naked and my son Rob was on top of him. Rob was riding Chris's bare cock. My jaw nearly dropped when I saw them both. Chris was sliding his big pecker into my son's greedy asshole. I was shocked and I hate to admit it, excited. I realized my cock had gotten hard in my pants. I actually reached down and felt my rod through the outside of the pants material.

I watched for the longest time. Rob was sliding up and down on his friend's cock as Chris was piledriving his ass. After a few minutes I heard Chris cry out, "I am cumming!" Rob threw his head back as his friend blew a huge load of seed into his asshole. I could see Chris's warm cum dripping from Rob's ass as they had finished fucking.

I had to gather myself and head back to my car so I couldn't be seen by either of them. I drove around for over an hour thinking about what I had just seen. I hate to say it, but my cock was rock hard the whole time. After I figured the coast was clear I drove back to the house. When I entered Rob was lounging on the couch with just a pair of shorts on. "Hi Dad," he said to me. "Hi son," I replied back.

My eyes were on Rob's crotch the whole time. My nineteen year old son had certainly grown up. Looking down at Rob I could feel my cock stirring in my pants. I didn't quite know what to do to cover it up. I think Rob saw my erection through the material. I just had to say something and I did. "I saw you and Chris back at the pool earlier," I told him. 

"So now you know, I guess." Rob's hand went down to the front of his shorts and he started to rub there. It was if he was trying to entice me to do something. "Did you get excited Dad?" I had to gulp hard when Rob asked me that question. I had to admit to myself that I had gotten very hard watching them both. Rob then reached inside the waistband of his shorts and started to slide them down to his feet.

Rob's cock was now exposed to me and his cock was hard and lying flat against his stomach. "Why don't you get comfortable Dad," Rob told me. I stood there for a long moment before I started to undo my trousers. I let them fall to the floor and then I pulled my shirt off. My cock was standing straight and proud and Rob had his eye on it the whole time.

Rob then swung around onto his backside. He drew his legs up and his ass was pointed at me. I knew what I wanted to do. I walked over to the couch and took a good look. I then knelt in front of my son's ass. I think we were both breathing hard right then. I took Rob by his ankles and I pushed then back towards his chest. He was now totally exposed to me. My cockhead was just inches from his entrance. "Do it Dad, please," Rob told me.

I pushed the head of my cock into place and I entered my son's bottom. I was surprised how easily I was able to slide in. In a few seconds my cock was buried all the way into my son's hole. We both just took a moment to reflect and then I began to stroke Rob's ass. It was slow at first then I sped up. Rob was taking every inch of my thick rod into his tight ass.

Rob's ass muscles began to grip me hard and I slammed my ball sacs against his ass cheeks. "Oh fuck!" Rob cried out. I was now pounding my son's hole and was enjoying every second of it. I pushed his legs even further to his chest and was getting deep as was humanly possible. Sweat was pouring from my body as I ploughed deep into Rob's bottom. I could hardly believe what I was doing. I just could not bring myself to stop or to slow down.

I just had to have my son's ass right then. I knew I was stretching him with my dick. You could hear skin slapping against skin as we fucked there on the couch. I had totally lost my mind now. I never wanted this to end. Unfortunately, I was so carried away I lost control of my urges. I knew I was close and I knew I should have pulled out and cum on Rod's chest, but I couldn't bring myself to do that.

I roared like a bull in heat and then shot my sticky load into my son's greedy ass. Rob had lost it also and his ass muscles were milking my hot seed from my shaft. We just kept fucking like crazy until my dick was spent from all my cum squirting into Rob. I started to slow down and after awhile my cock went soft and I pulled out with a plopping noise.

Looking down I saw all my white cream spilling out of my son's ass and onto the sofa. I must admit my body was shaking and so was Rob. I couldn't recall a sex session that was hot as the one my son and I just performed. I finally stood up and Rob got to his feet. We went into the bathroom and cleaned all the spunk up that we could and then cleaned up the sofa as well.

I told Rob his mother must never find out or ever catch us fucking. He understood perfectly what I told him. A few days have passed now and all I can do is think of fucking my son again. Rob told me he wants to do it again with me as soon as possible and maybe we can have a threesome with his friend Chris as well. It looks to be a long summer ahead for me and my erect cock.



Discovery



I met Kimberly Kumamoto at a play party. It was a monthly affair hosted in a private home, and a hundred or so people usually attended. The halls were crowded with bodies, people pressing up against one another to pass by or peering over the heads of others to watch a scene in one of the rooms off the hall. It was all an entangled mess of hands, arms, legs and feet. I was standing in the main play area with my current boy toy when I looked out toward the hallway. There, in the midst of the crowd, stood a vision of beauty of the likes I had never seen. 

Outwardly I showed no sign of noticing anything extraordinary about her, but inwardly my heart rate had quickened. Her beauty simply blew me away. My gaze was focused solely on her; everyone else in that hallway seemed to melt into the shadows. I couldn't help but take in every inch of her, from her short, jet-black pixie style haircut down to her leather-encased toes. She was young; she looked to be about 25. Her eyes were a dark brown that bordered on black. They slanted in the Asian fashion, but they were wider than most oriental eyes, giving her a look of astonishment. Her skin was pale, almost porcelain colored. She was petite, about 5'4", but had one of the loveliest hourglass figures I had ever seen; it was perfectly proportioned. Her breasts, which I estimated to be a full B cup, were perfectly round and nicely perky. Her curves moved from her breasts and smoothed into her gorgeous, small waist before blossoming out into a gorgeous set of hips. She wore a black, nearly transparent lacy dress with a black bra and panties underneath, and thigh-high leather boots with stiletto heels. The tops of two knives stuck out of the top of each boot. 

I was intimidated by this woman's presence, almost humbled. She was shorter than me by a good four inches or so, and skinnier, yet her presence seemed to demand humility. In a way, I was drawn more to that presence than to her physical beauty; I was drawn to her like a fly is drawn to honey. I watched her from afar for most of the night. She seemed to exude charisma, and commanded confidence and composure in whichever room she entered. I watched her perform knife play on another young woman; my eyes would follow the path of the knife, moving quickly, across the other girl's arm, and examine the red marks it left behind. I took in the way her eyes gleamed when the other girl squealed; how they betrayed her obvious delight in what she was doing. For a moment, I wondered what it would be like to be in the other girl's place. 

Toward the end of the night I plucked up the courage to talk to her. I walked up to her while she was grabbing a couple of snacks at the refreshment table. 

"Hi," I said. "I really love the outfit you are wearing; those boots are wicked awesome." 

"Thanks," she grinned. "I like them a lot too. I have a lot of different pairs but this is probably one of my favorite ones." 

"I really liked the knife play you were doing, too; you're really good at that. It's amazing to watch." 

"Thank you," she said again. "I have a special place in my heart for knives." 

She turned to me and held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Kimberly. What's your name?" 

"Leah," I replied, shaking her hand. 

She looked straight into my eyes. "I don't think I have seen you around here; are you new?" 

I nodded. "Yeah, I am only just now getting into the public scene. I'm pretty new in general, but I have been doing private stuff for a while." 

She smiled. "Oh, you'll probably love it, especially if you loved watching any of the play. It's also a good way to learn about new things and to go on and try them." 

I nodded. "I think I have seen a few things here that I liked." 

She grinned. "Oh really? What kind of things do you think you might want to try?" She asked, motioning for us to take a seat. 

-~

So began the friendship between Kimberly and myself. While we originally did connect on a kink level, discussion revealed that we had other things in common, and we grew to be friends outside of the kink community. She was a fascinating individual; she worked as a curator for an art museum, and she knew a great deal about anything to do with the subject. Because of her passion for art, although she didn't paint much on her own, she liked to share facts about different pieces throughout the centuries. She also had a wonderful sense of humor, and loved to laugh. She loved the same kinds of music and dance as I did, and we would often listen to songs in the car together. In times of upset, she would be there to listen and to comfort me, and to remind me of what I special individual I am. 

Throughout the next couple of months, a form of tension developed between Kimberly and I. Even though we had become good friends, she still always exuded that presence of charisma, confidence, and command that I had witnessed the first night I met her, and something in me felt compelled to yield to it. She emerged not only as the dominant personality in the friendship, but in subversive ways she began to emerge as being dominant over me. It manifested itself in very subtle ways, beginning with Kimberly becoming slightly more possessive over me. She came up with the nickname "baby bunny " for me based on an inside joke, and she began to call me HER baby bunny, specifically. This was followed by more affection: more frequent hugs, holding my hand, and even kisses on the lips. I would do my best at these times not to get excited by her touch. I believe she was aware of my feelings, but if it did, they didn't influence our friendship for her. In many ways, the affection felt natural. In fact, the entire progression felt natural. Some might consider it the natural development of a close friendship; after all, there was nothing overtly sexual about our affections for one another. But both of us felt we were moving towards something much deeper, with much more darker, powerful tones. We were moving toward something that would awaken and fulfill a deep-seated need in each of us, something that would greatly influence the course of the friendship. 

~

It was at a play party a couple of months lately that Kimberly approached me and asked me to sit down. 

"Leah, I need to ask you something," she prefaced. "How would you feel about me playing you tonight?"

I was stunned. I had never confirmed that Kimberly had that kind of an interest in me, and to have it suddenly confirmed felt wonderful, but strange. I also felt a little scared; I had never had a heavy S&M session before, much less a public one. I had watched how hard Kimberly played her boy toys, and so I was a little nervous. But I was also excited to try something new, something that I had never done before. In addition the idea of playing in public, especially with Kimberly, really turned me on. 

"Um...I would love it," I told her. "But I mean, what would you do?" 

"Well, we don't really know what you like right now, so this would be an experimental session. It will be shorter, and I will probably use a lot of different tools to try and find the things that get you going and the things that turn you off," she said. "I won't do any cutting play or anything super heavy like that for now; we will see how this session goes." 

My heart was pounding more quickly in my chest; my excitement was mounting. 

"Before we do anything, though, I need to know your limits and any medical problems you might be having right now of any nature," she said. 

I proceeded to listen them, and we completed our negotiations. With the outline for play set in place, all that was left now was to wait on a room. I was super excited. 

Once a room opened up, Kimberly and I headed into the area to set up. She took a moment to decide what she wanted to play me on, but eventually decided she wanted to play me as I was on my knees bent over an ottoman. 

As she took her tools out, she positioned the ottoman so I would be able to look over and see what she was using. "Take off your top," she told me. 

I removed my clingy hot pink fishnet shirt and the lacy, black bra beneath it. My DD breasts spilled out of their cups, my nipple rings flashing in the fluorescent light. I stood exposed, nothing but a transparent magenta, black, and lime striped thong covering my body. Everyone watching could see that I did not have a bush. I didn't feel embarrassed to be so naked, though; in fact, their gaze made me feel sexy and desired. 

"Beautiful," came a whisper from behind me. I felt Kimberly's hands wrap around me and fondle my breasts, shifting my light brown nipples through her fingers. I gasped and felt the wetness gathering in the crotch of my nearly non-existent panties. 

"Now bend over and hold your arms out," she instructed. I did so, the suede pressing against my breasts. Kimberly kneeled in front of me, holding up a container of clothespins; she proceeded to place them along the inside of my forearms. They pinched like crazy when she clipped them on, and left an insistent throbbing after they were attached to the skin of my arm. 

"Ow!" I exclaimed. "I don't like that!" 

She looked up at me, her eyes taunting me, a fake pout at her lips. "You don't like that? Okay, we will take them off." 

She removed the clothespins and proceeded to move around back. My heart beat faster; every nerve was on edge in anticipation of what was to come. 

"Now make sure you are a good girl and face forward," I heard Kimberly say. I immediately focused my eyes straight ahead of me, onto the face of someone I was an acquaintance with. 

The instant after that I felt her palm connect with my ass cheek. It was light, almost playful. What followed was a series of light spankings that quickly got harder as my ass was warmed up. I found the sensation enjoyable, and liked my body trying to figure out if she was going to deliver a hard smack or a soft one. 

Suddenly, there was an impact that drove my body further into the ottoman. I gasped as it happened again, and I realized she was punching my ass. No sooner did that thought occur did I experience a series of slaps to my back. I felt disoriented, on edge, and at one with what was happening to me. I felt very inside of myself. 

Something sharp traversed the length of my back, something sharp and wonderful. I moaned a little bit as one blade seemed to roll across my back and ass and the other seemed to drag across it quickly. The thrill of having such sharp, sharp objects near delicate places on my body made me swoon. I felt each point that the tip of the blades touched with great awareness, and I loved it. 

It was after this that the beating really started. After that point, I had no idea what Kimberly was doing. I was reduced to nothing more than a mess of nerves and sensations. My body would be forced to endure the cruel, methodical, scream-inducing application of things that stung; my skin would feel like it was on fire and then, without rest or respite, would be assaulted again. And then, it would be forced into the merciful pressure of thud that seemed to reverberate across my entire body in that state. It would make my eyes widen and elicit groans from my throat. I was caught between these two extremes, vacillating and riding the flow of sensation. 

At one point as I lay there, the world seemed to change. It got fuzzy and far away; everything took on a distant quality. My head felt as if it were spinning a little bit, but not in an unpleasant way. If anything, I felt wonderfully detached. My whole body tingled with the feeling. At that point, Kimberly checked in with me. 

"Are you okay?" She asked me, the glint of pleasure in her eyes mixed with concern. 

"Uh huh," I managed. 

"Okay," she replied, kissing my forehead. 

"Kimberly?" 

"Yes, darling?" 

"Is the world supposed to be all far away?" 

Kimberly laughed. "It looks like you hit sub space, dear. It's fine' it's a good thing." 

"Subspace?" I asked. "Really?" 

"Really really," she said. 

"Okay," I contentedly sighed. Kimberly resumed using the wooden spoon she had on my back and ass. 

Kimberly made me sing that night; she played my body like a musician plays an instrument. From the complex bundle of nerves that make up the human body she elicited responses in the forms of moans, cries, screams, and even laughter. It was a symphony of the purest kind imaginable, a symphony of sensation and suffering. I lost track of time as Kimberly took a ruler, a wooden spoon, a quirt, a belt, a paddle, two floggers and a number of other tools to my back and ass, but during that time I was completely lost in the symphony of my own cries, and completely at the mercy of Kimberly. Afterwards, as I lay half naked in Kimberly's lap, I felt a sense of peace. My mascara and eyeliner were all over my face, but I had never felt so content as I did after that beating. In her arms, I found deep solace. My breasts pressed against, and acutely aware of hers pressed against me, I felt that humility more than I ever had before and I felt it calling to me. I felt it urging me to yield, and for once I was not perturbed by its call. It felt...natural. 

As Kimberly lay there stroking my hair, I surrendered to the need for not just humility, but the need to serve another. Perhaps even more so, I surrendered to the need to serve pain, the call for which was radiating throughout my very core. As I stared into those gorgeous brown-black eyes, full of intelligence and affection, I felt my relationship with Kimberly changing. And in that moment, I embraced it. As I floated in her arms, I was excited to see what the future had in store for us.



Discovery



"Hello?"

"Hey darlin', how are you?"

"Better now. What's up?"

"Do you have any plans for tonight? Would you like to come out and play?"

"Mmm, I'd love to. What did you have in mind?"

"I have a surprise for you. There should be a little red bag hidden under your bed. Take a look now." He waits a moment to let me get to my bedroom. "Do you see it?"

"Yes, yes I do. When did you put that there?"

"Never mind. I'll pick you up in forty-five minutes. I want you to be showered, made-up, and wearing what you find in that bag when I get there. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Excellent. I'll see you soon."

God, how does he do this to me? We've only been dating for a few months now, but he just knows me; he knows just what to do to excite me. Damn, he was only on the phone for two minutes -- some of the guys I've been with couldn't get me this hot and bothered if they had an hour. How long has he been planning this? Well, he hasn't been here since he stayed the night last Saturday. Man, that was a great night. It's so nice to be with a guy who doesn't see sex as some kind of contest, something he has to 'win' somehow. And he's not shy about how much fun he's having -- that's wicked. Guys always say they want me to be vocal, they want to know I'm having a good time, but then they're always so quiet, and they look like they're concentrating so hard that they're not enjoying it. And most guys never talk when they have sex, or they say stupid shit like 'Who's your daddy?' Please! If we're having sex, I sure hope it isn't you, loser! But when he speaks to me, he opens me up, he gets inside my head. He's always asking me what I like, what I want. The things I've told him already... I could never trust anyone else like I trust him. He knows me so well, I feel like I've known him forever. And yet he's always full of surprises...

Shit, what am I doing? I have to get moving!

-=-=-=-

Damn, that's the fastest I've ever shaved my legs. Okay, let's take a look in this little red bag. Hmm... one pair of really short shorts, cobalt blue, some kind of plastic or vinyl fabric... one matching halter top... one pair of high heels, 3 or 4 inch, also blue, with enough ribbon to wrap around each leg up to the knee... one choker made of blue satin ribbon... and that's it. Holy crap, I'm supposed to wear this out?!? I don't know -- I'm going to look like some kind of porn star in this. Of course, that's just what he has in mind. He did say that he liked it when other men looked at me. They'll be staring, all right. Where the hell could we be going that it would be OK for me to wear something like this? I sure hope it's not dinner and a movie! No, he would know I'd be way too uncomfortable. I'm sure he's got something special planned. Some club downtown must be having Fetish Night tonight. That would be sweet; I haven't gone in ages. So he wants to show me off, huh? Okay, if that's the plan, let's give 'em something to stare at! He ought to know that you should be careful what you wish for.

-=-=-=-

Well, either he's a good guesser, or he must have looked at the tags on my clothes. Everything fits nice and tight, but I'm not bulging out anywhere. Now, make-up. What to do, what to do? Something fetish-y... something dramatic with the eyes, make them huge and dark. There, that's looking good, just like that. Now hair... Ooo, how about an old standby -- the schoolgirl look? Can't go wrong there: no man can resist The Two Ponytails of Cuteness. Okay... time to check the big mirror. Whoa, is that me? Goddamn! If I do say so myself. And these shorts! I can't believe they're showing so much cheek. It's so, what's the word? Indecent. If I was a guy, I'd do me right here and forget about going out...

"Hello? I'm here! Where are you, darlin'?"

Ah! Speak of the devil. "Baby, you scared me! I'm upstairs, but I'm coming down right now."

"Sorry, love, I didn't mean to-- well well, look at you! God damn you're sexy. And punctual, too. You look even better than I thought you would."

"You look wicked too, baby; that's one sexy outfit. But do I really look OK? Are you sure everything is to your liking?" Heh, now this is mean -- biting my lip and turning to the side, tilting my head down and looking up at him through my bangs while showing him my ass -- I bet we don't make it out the door. Is he blushing a bit? Oh, it's working: he's staring at me like he's going to eat me alive. Mmm, yeah, come here and eat me...

"Are you kidding? You look amazing! Now come on, we have to get moving, before you make me forget about going out tonight."

"Well, we sure wouldn't want that. But don't I at least get a kiss first? I mean, you've been here two whole minutes already and still no kiss for me?" I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his neck, my face an inch from his, waiting. Now he's really getting some colour in his cheeks.

"Of course, darlin', of course." At last, our lips meet. Damn, I needed that! I feel the heat rising up inside me, and I don't care about our little outing. I shoot my tongue down his throat as I grind my body into his, and now he's kissing me back in earnest. Mmm, he's such a good kisser. I feel his cock start to twitch, pressing up against the tiny swatch of fabric he's let me cover myself with. Standing here dressed like this for him makes me feel so... I don't know, in a way I feel more exposed than if I was wearing nothing. Naked is just naked, but these clothes just scream "Hi, I'm your little slut!" I run my hands over his body, the muscles hard but the skin soft. He breaks off the kiss, pushes me back a little, and says, "God, you're lovely. Stand still a second, let me look at you." He steps back, circles all around me, then stops behind me and pulls me close. His hands are everywhere: my hips, my thighs, my belly, my breasts all come under his scrutiny, all respond to his touch. I sigh and close my eyes as I feel his fingers brush the waistline of my shorts, hovering there, unsure if he should go further but unable to turn back. I wait for a heartbeat, then two, wondering what he will decide, but he is still trapped, caught between his plans for later and his need for right now. Maybe I have given myself to him, but he is also mine. I lace the fingers of my right hand into his hand, and together we dive under the shiny blue fabric.

His breath catches; it seems I've startled him. Time to press my advantage: I lean my head back against him and whisper, "Can't you see what you've done to me?" I push his finger up inside me and hold him there, pressing up. "Can't you see how wet you make me?" I grind my ass against his cock, totally hard now. "Can't you see how much I need you?" His other hand reaches up and caresses my breast, lightly for a moment, then pawing me, exchanging caresses for possession. Finally he pulls my top down and squeezes my nipple, pulling it up and away from me while rolling it between his thumb and finger.

I gasp and arch my back, staring straight up but seeing nothing, mouth open but all words have left me. He pinches harder and I moan, while his breath comes hot in my ear, "You need me? What do you need, exactly, hmmm?" He pulls his finger out of my pussy and starts to rub my clit back and forth. "What do you need, sugar?"

It's taking everything I've got to just to keep standing, and he wants me to talk? When I don't answer him, his hand stops moving. That does it. "No, don't stop! You can't stop now. I need you. I need to..."

"Need to what, baby? Come on, say it. I want to hear you say it."

"I need to..." God, he's making me beg. How dare you? But I want it so bad... "I need to come. Please make me come."

"Well since you asked me so nicely, what can I say but... no." What?!? Come on, I said please! He disentangles himself from me, and steps around in front of me again. "No, we have to wait for tonight, for your surprise. But because you're being so naughty, I let you get all hot and bothered first, and now I'm making you wait."

Looking back later, I might have gone along with it; I might have let him have this victory over me if he hadn't made me beg. That was a big step for me, and he should have respected that. Of course, the tremor in his voice and the bulge in his pants didn't exactly make me feel like giving in, either.

I speak in my sexiest voice, low and smoky, while wrapping my arms around him once more. "I see. You let me get all worked up, hmm? So you're just fine, are you? Let's just see..." I reach down and press my hand against his cock, then rub my palm up and down along his length. He tries to pull away from me, but I tighten my hold on him with my other arm around his waist, and he makes a cute little noise as I grasp his shaft as best I can through his pants. His eyes, wide with surprise a moment ago, squeeze shut now as his head tilts slightly back, and I finish off the last of his resolve by licking him in that spot he loves, just below his ear.

The poor dear tries to protest, but his words come out an unconvincing whisper: "Oh, hey, stop that, oh, stop... oh... God." I nibble on his earlobe and dart my tongue in his ear, and he stops talking.

"My love, God knows I want you to spring your big surprise on me. But you've gone and gotten us both so worked up, I don't think we're going anywhere until we do something about it. Yes?"

"Yes..." His hands come up and grab my ass.

"Yes..." My hands undo his belt.

"Yes..." His thumbs hook under my waistband and pull my shorts off.

"Yesss..." I pull his pants down as we sink to the floor together. I open my legs, fall on my knees, and lower myself on to him. After all this teasing, he easily slides all the way into me. His face contorts into a mask of beautiful agony; I see pleasure that looks almost like pain. He's already starting to shake a bit, and I can feel his whole body tensing under me, ready for its release.

Somehow I find the strength to hold back, to stop riding him for just a moment: I want to see this. Look at you, darling. Helpless. Under me. "What do you need, baby? Hmm? What, exactly, do you need?" He tries to glare at me for that, but fails miserably. "Do you need to come? Is that it? Will you come for me?" He moans, then makes this low, growling noise I've never heard before, and that's it: the end of my self-control.

An eternity later, I bend down and kiss him, then lay down on his chest. He lazily runs his hand over my back, my ass, my thigh. I'd like to stay like this for a while, but my legs are killing me. "Thank you, my love. I knew you'd see it my way. You're so good to me."

"And you are so bad, baby!" He laughs and kisses my head. "All right, come on. Get up, darlin', we've got to get moving. We're going to be late for the party."

"Ooo, a party! Is that the big surprise?"

"Yes it is, and we're going to be late if you don't stop being such a brat. Now let's go!" He punctuates his sentence with a slap on my ass, a little harder than playful. Uh-oh.

-=-=-=-

We got cleaned up and ready to go in a surprisingly short time. He kept pushing me to 'get moving', and I dragged my high heels a bit, just to get him riled up. But I didn't keep it up for long; I am really excited about this party of his. I'm sure it'll be some kind of pervert paradise. Where else could we go looking like this?

The more I think of it, lacing up my shoes and heading out, the more I'm looking forward to it. Some drinks, some dancing... they always have great music at those clubs. We'll hang out with some cool deviants, go see and be seen, and maybe there'll be a show. If not on stage, probably off in some dark corner. Some pretty young thing will get tied up and deliciously tormented for our amusement, we'll get all hot and bothered, then maybe...

"Allow me, my darling." Such a gentleman, opening the car door for me. I love a man who thinks of the little things. And if he's easy on the eyes and fairly well off, well, that doesn't hurt either. He closes my door, then comes around and takes his seat at the wheel.

"OK, my darlin', here's where the fun starts. We're going to a party, but I want to keep the place a secret, so I want you to wear this blindfold until we get there. Are you all right with that?"

"Um... a blindfold? Seriously?" I didn't expect this. Something flutters in my tummy. Sure, we've talked, a lot, about going further into kinky territory, but now that it's time to actually do it, well, I'm a little taken aback.

"Yes, seriously. Come on, it'll be fun! I want it to be a big surprise when we get there. But if you don't want to go, that's OK. I don't want to push you into anything."

Some choice: no blindfold, no fun. "No, no, I'm all right with it. You just caught me off guard. Let's do it."

"All right! The same thing goes for the rest of the night: if things get too intense for you, just tell me and I'll take you home right away."

"Fine, let's go." The same choice: all or nothing. "Must be some party." The last thing I see is his little smirk. This is quite a blindfold: smells like leather, and it's got separate little pads for each of my eyes. Nice. I sure won't be peeking.

"There, looks like it's on just right. And now, because someone was being a little shit earlier, you're going to wear these handcuffs for the trip, too."

"What? You're kidding, right? Here in the car? Is that necessary? And what if someone sees!" I don't know, I don't know. It's a little scary; I've never put myself in this position before, not out in public like this.

"No, I'm not kidding." There's something different in his voice now, something harder, it seems. Or is it just the blindfold? I hear the power locks click shut, and I jump. "Don't worry. Where we're going, you'll be expected to arrive like this. Now be a good girl and give me your hands."

I hesitate. Is this a good idea? I trust him, and I love him, but this is a big leap of faith. But while the voice in my head may be urging caution, there's a burning inside me like nothing I've ever felt, and the thought of being chained up in his car, his prisoner, his captive, letting him take me wherever he wants, letting him do whatever he wants, with no way to stop him... he's got me. I offer up my hands.

"That's my brave girl. We'll have a great time, you'll see." He cuffs my hands to the door handle, and I lean my head back against the leather seat, feeling excited and scared and... something there isn't a name for yet. "Ready to roll, darling?"

I take a deep breath, exhale. I try to relax, but my mind is a swirling chaos. "Yes. Let's go."

-=-=-=-

It feels so weird with the car moving, like I'm floating. We've only been driving for a little while, only made a couple of turns, but I already have no idea where we are. I keep catching myself clutching the door rail, and I have to force myself to let go. Of course, his hand on my thigh isn't helping me keep track of anything except how keyed up I am.

Hmm, it seems like we've been driving a pretty long time now. I can't really tell, though; I've lost track of time as well. 15 minutes? A half-hour? Just where are we going? He hasn't said a word since we left my house. What is he thinking? We've hardly hit any lights; are we leaving town? He could be taking me to some cabin in the woods, or just out to some field somewhere. I could never run away from him out here, not like this. What am I doing? Did I really just get practically naked and then hand myself over to this guy? After seeing each other for four months? I mean, how well do I really know him? Fuck, none of my friends even know where he lives! Do any of them even know his last name? If I go missing, no one will have a clue. OK, I've got to think. What do I do? What can I do?

"Hey, sugar, here we are! Are you ready to see our destination?"

Oh, shit, OK, try and relax. Breathe. I'm sure everything's fine. Whoa, you were flipping out there, girl -- just get a grip. "Yeah, of course, yeah. Let's see."

"All right, once I get the blindfold off, open your eyes slowly; they'll be a little sensitive. And... there. Take a look."

OK, looks like we're out of town, but not quite out in farm country either. I can still see street lights, even though the house is set back from the road quite a ways. And what a house! A brick and stone mansion, three stories high, almost like a castle, with a beautifully kept yard. Sorry, yard is totally the wrong word for this expanse of greenery. A yard doesn't have a two-level pond with a little waterfall between them. This is an estate, so these would be the grounds. It's all so huge and gorgeous, like something a British lord would live in. Holy shit, there's even a couple of actual gargoyles up at the cornice. There's lots of cars parked around us, Jags and Mercedes mostly, and it sounds like there's a party going on in there, so I guess he's not kidnapping me. That's a relief, but if not that, then just what have I gotten myself into?

"So, what do we do now?"

"What do we do? It's a party! We go in, have a few drinks, mingle, maybe dance a little. They always bring in the best music here --"

"Very funny. Now tell me what's going on."

"All right. You probably imagined we we're going to some kind of Fetish Night party, right?" I nod. "Right. Well, you were pretty much correct. Except, it's not being held in some nightclub. We're going to a private party. There's only so much you can do at a bar; it's still legally a public place. If you're serious about this kind of thing, you have to do it on private property. And these people take it pretty seriously.

"So, here are the rules. Tonight, you are one of the Kept, and I am your Keeper. That means you belong to me, and I am responsible for you. You will do whatever I ask. If any of the other Keepers ask to touch you, I will probably let them. If they want to do more, I may consider letting them, and understand that it will be up to me alone to decide. The Kept, including you, must get permission from his or her own Keeper before initiating anything with anyone, even just a touch. Do you understand?"

I'm stunned. He's not joking, is he? I've heard rumours and read stories about these kinds of parties, but I never really believed, never dared believe, that I would be going to one. He's waiting for an answer; I can only nod dumbly.

"I can see that you do. Shall we?"

This is totally insane. Well, yes, but how could I say no now? I've dreamed about doing something just like this since I don't know when. And now, unbelievably, it's real. He did say I can leave any time, and I believe him. I do feel safe here, oddly enough; I guess because everything looks so cultured and refined. Plus, at the very least, I have to see inside that house. "We shall. Take me inside, please."

"Your wish is my command, sugar." Funny guy. "But first, so that everyone knows who's who, all of the Kept get to wear one of these." He reaches into his back seat and pulls out a metal ring, a thin circle of polished silver or chrome that's maybe eight or nine inches across.

"What's that?"

"It's basically a collar, but they make it big enough so that it doesn't cover up any other neckwear a Keeper might have you in, like your lovely choker. See, it opens up on this little hinge here, and we put a little padlock on the front, there. It looks wonderful on you. Does it feel all right?"

Oddly enough, it does. It's kind of bent, so it doesn't jut out in front of me like it would if it was flat. I expected it to be heavy, but it's actually very light. "Yes, it's fine."

"OK, then. Let's go." We walk across the driveway toward the imposing front entrance, a beautiful oak door with leafy vines carved into it, and a sculpted architrave showing two trees with their branches entwining over top of it. It's breathtaking. He rings the bell and we wait. My tummy is going crazy with anticipation. I try to keep still so the handcuff chain won't jingle, but I'm only partly successful.




Discovery



Notes from the author:

All characters are FICTIONAL. All characters are 18+. They do not relate to people in real life or to those that are in any TV series/anime/manga/novel/audio-book/etc. This is my own work, and I'd like it if there was no unconstructive criticism (especially since I can't guarantee that I'm a perfect writer XD) 

Enjoy~



Chapter 1

~December 2009~

"It's cold," my Japanese friend started. "It's raining. It's not winter; it's the let's-hate-Heero season." We decided to spend some of our Winter Break walking around in a local park that our parents used to take us to. 

"Good Lord, man, you sound like a whining girl." I honestly cannot stand it when he brings out his incessant whining. "Scratch that, you sound, and look, like a bratty little girl." It is true! The kid had so much raven-colored hair covering his face that he could probably pass as a girl... maybe if I got him to lose a dare and wear a dress...

"Shut up, Alex, you lollicon!"

"Alright, alright! You're an adorable little boy, then," I retorted, wrapping my arm around his shoulder and playfully poking his side with my other hand. 

"Shotacon!" Suddenly, he tackled me onto a patch of grass and attacked my stomach with a damn frenzy of fingers that just kept tickling me in my most sensitive spots. 

"No! No! Stop! Heero!" I couldn't fucking breathe! He always did things like this, especially when we were little kids, but I couldn't defend myself back then since I was always smaller than him. This issue has been reversed, however, due to God's great gift of a growth spurt. 

"Ha! That's what you – oh my fucking god! Shit! No! Get off!" In a single swift motion, I had flipped the poor sucker onto his back and began my own tickle attack. His sweet spot was the area right in the center of his stomach, so you can guess where I struck first. 

"No, that's what you get! Haha!" Heero pushed against my chest fervently, tears welling in his nearly black eyes. 

"I'm gonna get you back! I'm gonna get you back, you shotacon!" he yelled in-between laughing fits. 

"Try me, Jap!" 

"I will, Pole!" 

The struggle continued for several minutes before I got tired and plopped down next to my panting friend. God, it really brought back some great memories from the past. This kid, this crazy Japanese kid, was my first best friend. Hell, he was my only best friend. We met in kindergarten during recess or some shit like that. Heero was the one trying to push me off the swing, and rightfully so since I was stubborn and didn't want to give him a turn. Who would have thought that we'd be the best of friends? I swear, it feels like we've known each other since we were zygotes. 

"Hey, Alex?" Heero called out quietly, breaking my almost-flashback.

"Hm?" 

"Look up." He pointed up at a cloud that was passing by. 

"It looks like a whale..." 

"No, the one next to the whale!" Heero chuckled. 

"You mean the demented duck thing?" I gave him a playfully irritated look as he laughed his ass off. "Please, Heero, it looks like a rubber duck that was chewed up, spit out, and then nearly flushed down a toilet." That really got him hysterical. 

"Ah, Nao-kun, this brings back memories," my raven-haired friend whispered after calming down. His eyes were plastered to the sky. His gaze seemed eons away.

"Hm, 'Nao-kun' is something you used to call me when we were kids."

"Yes," he chuckled. "I used to call you 'Nao' because it means 'honest.' You, Nao-kun, used to be brutally honest with everyone."

"Oh, yeah! I remember there was this one time where I told my mother's friend that she looked fat in her dress!" 

"Oh my god, I remember that completely! Dude, you were just so cruel."

"Oh, shut up," I snorted, rolling my eyes. "All young children are brutally honest."

"You were ten years old! Hardly a young child!" he countered, punching my arm.

"Whatever!" I crossed my arms in mock contempt, but then relaxed as I turned to face Heero. My eyes fell on his. There was something about them that always seemed to draw me in. When we were teenagers, I used to stare at them without even noticing, and it certainly caused some awkwardness. What scared me most was the thought that I could be gay. My parents are super Christians and some of the biggest homophobes of the century. If I was gay, the least painful thing they would do is disown me. 

However, after my... reactions... to hot girls...well, let's say that I definitely do not get that reaction from looking at guys. Although, sometimes when I masturbate, I think of...

NO. God, what am I saying? Forget I mentioned a thing. Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm going insane. 

"Earth to Alex! Stop staring at me, loverboy," Heero leered teasingly. 

"Loverboy?" That certainly snapped me out of it. "Oh, so you think I'm in love with you, eh?" I gave him a quick wink. 

"Jesus, no! You fuckin' prick!" 

"Man-whore!" 

"Oh!" he gasped. "You. Did. Not."

"Oh. Yes. I. Did." I mimicked. "Whatcha gonna do about it?" 

Out of absolutely nowhere, the kid leaped onto my stomach and pinned my arms above my head. He had this mockingly malicious look on his face as he sat just above my waist. Damn, the closeness... it was making it a bit hot. His face was just so fucking close and –

HOLY JESUS. Why?! My... My... 

My dick fucking grew bigger! A hard-on! How the... What the... 

I don't even know. But, shit, really, my pants felt so tight. 

"Alright, Heero," I laughed nervously. "Get the hell off."

"Oh? Why? I'm not getting up." He shifted himself slightly back, his ass touching my erection. 

"For the love of God, get the hell off of me!" Bucking my hips up, I managed to throw him to the side and slightly compose myself. "Sorry, Heero! Hey, you okay?"

"No, I am not okay. You just flung me into the ground, you prick!" The raven rubbed his side and then proceeded to glare at me. Fucking hell, at least he didn't realize...

"I'm sorry, it's just that you were gonna embarrass us! What if someone walked by?" Great excuse, Alex. Great. Now, he would definitely think that I was thinking about it. Maybe, he'd even go so far as to realize that I got hard from all that. Fuckkity, fuck fuck fuck. 

"...Uhn," he replied in that weird Japanese grunt-that-meant-yes. "That's true. I wasn't thinking, was I?" Heero turned his face slightly away. That's when I noticed the light pink colors that were emerging on his pale skin. Oh, my Lord, he couldn't be...

STOP IT, ALEX. Goddamn, I really have to just go and quit it with these thoughts of mine. 

"Yeah," I managed to chuckle. "Heero, I probably have to head home. My parents are expecting me to be home for at least the first few days of winter break. See you later, kid." My hand found its way to his head of silky, raven hair, and I mussed it gently before standing up.

"Hai! Same here, actually." He picked himself up off the ground quickly, swiping at the dirt that gathered on his jeans. "Tomorrow, though, we're having a DOA series showdown!"

"You and your video games!" 

"You like DOA, admit it! You think Hayate is smexy." His turn to wink at me, now. 

"Crap, dude! I do not! Although, I'm sure you have the hots for him." 

"Don't shit me! I've got my eyes on Kasumi."

"Jesus, alright. I'll see you tomorrow, Heero!"

"See you! I wish you the best of luck with Hayate-sama~!" 

--

The entire way home, I couldn't help but nearly sprint down the sidewalk. God, my pants were getting tighter. I couldn't help but think about how Heero was almost straddling my hips. During this walk home, I finally admitted to myself that it truly was Heero that caused my erection. 

Oh my God. 

Gay. I realized that I was gay. 

I couldn't stop thinking about him. Him, him, him. When I walked through the door, it was still all about him. My cock was throbbing in pain. I wanted him. I wanted him badly, but there was no way for me to ever get him. There was nothing else for me to do except run upstairs to my old room. I told my mom on the way there that I was turning in for the night because I was exhausted. 

With that uncomfortable heat growing in my crotch, I hobbled onto my bed. Unzipping my jeans and pulling my boxers slightly down, I watched as my cock flipped out. Good Lord, the entire thing was swollen, and the tip was leaking pre-cum already. 

Shit, shit, shit... is what I should have been thinking as I grabbed my dick and pumped it hard. 

Him, him, him... is what I was really thinking. He was invading my masturbatory fantasies, and there was nothing I could do about it. 

Let me handle your dick for a while, he said. 

It felt like his hand was rubbing my humongous erection. His silky skin... His strong hand gripping my cock...That thought sent my orgasms into overdrive. Biting on my lip, I attempted to stop the earsplitting grunts and whines that I'm sure someone in China would've been able to hear. 

You like that, don't you? You like it, Alex.

My balls felt like anchors as they stiffened, and my cock began to shoot out fountains of semen. Christ, it was hot. Hotter than hot. So hot I wanted to melt. I wanted him to really touch me. I wanted his hands to grab my still-throbbing penis and pump it with all his might. 

Heero...

...was the last thing that crossed my mind before passing out. 



Chapter 2

 When I came to, I felt exhausted. Hell, I felt like if I'd stand up, the first thing to hit the floor would be my face. 

"Fuck... shit..." I moaned, shifting so that I could lay on my back. It was around four o'clock in the morning and pitch black. "Lovely... Oh, god, the stench!" The smell of my semen was everywhere. As I rubbed my hand along the bed sheets, almost every inch was covered in something sticky. Fuck, it was like a fountain! 

...So, this is what Heero can do to me...? 

All I did was think about him, and it sent me reeling into an unforgiving ecstasy. What the hell will happen if we actually do something? Ah, to hell with it all. Enough thinking. Anymore of that and I'll be cumming again, and with ten times the force. 

"Crap, it's only four. What the hell am I supposed to do?" I muttered, sitting upright and running a hand through my tangled, long hair. "I feel wired... So sleep doesn't seem like an option." 

... Growl~

Well... At least I knew what to do now...

--

"Seriously?" Heero asked, his voice sounding entranced, as he attempted to kick Hitomi's ass on the Xbox. A.K.A. My ass. Failure = an understatement of what he was going through.

"Yeah! Dude, I couldn't help it." Effortlessly, my own fingers swept across the controller, inputting commands for advanced techniques. "By the way, if you don't realize it, Kasumi has barely any HP left."

"Shut up," he whined back. "Anyway, what were you thinking!? It was only four in the morning! You could've slept a bit more."

"I really couldn't!"

...Awkward pause...

"You know," Heero started. He paused the match. "My grandmother once told me that people cannot sleep when they lust for someone." Oh fuck.

"Uh..." 

"Oh, please. C'mon! Who's the girl? Are you in love with her? Done it yet?" 

"Jesus, Heero, no! God!" Involuntarily, I proceeded to let out a very defensive pose...Which seriously would have given my "position" away, if Heero was smarter, that is. 

"Hahaha, oh, wow, Nao-kun!" That hysterical laugh of his rang through his room, bouncing off of the walls. "You're so priceless. Baka, I know that if you liked someone, I'd be the first to know." Now, that wink! Goodness...

"Y-Yeah, you would be," I managed to reply. "Don't worry, you'll be the first to know about that special someone. Hell, you'll be the best man!" 

"Score~!" 

Phew, nice save...

"Alex?" Fuck, maybe I wasn't in the clear. "Akai." He pointed to my cheeks. 

"Wh-What?"

"Akai. Red. Your cheeks are red." Suddenly, Heero leaned towards me. Better yet, he put his hand on my forehead. His pale face was only inches away from mine. He was so close that I could smell his sweet breath and the light cologne he always wears. If my face wasn't beet red, it was now. 

"H-Heero..." I stammered.

"You're really hot, Alex. Are you sure you don't have a fever?" God damn it, so close...

"I'm f-fine, Heero."

"Last time you said that, you threw up in my bathroom for an hour," he stated. That was a few years ago and... well... let's just say I got severe food poisoning from some really bad sushi. 

"No, I'm really fine..." Shit... Please, redness, go away. Now. Please. 

"Hm, maybe it was just temporary... AH! You were embarrassed because I thought you had a girlfriend!" That hyper son of a bitch started to pounce on me, shoving my shoulder as I tried to withdraw from this ridiculous situation.

Fuck, Heero, I thought. Girlfriend. Yeah. Right. Gimme a break. Apparently, my body... and mind... want you. Gah... 

While I tried to push him the fuck away, he decided that it would become a wrestling match. Funfunfun. 

"Heero-kun~!" a shrill voice called out. Heero froze in his tracks as the door swung open and his older sister waltzed into the room. "Oh. My gosh. Am I interrupting something?" the raven-haired prep sing-songed. 

I couldn't blame her for that thought....

Heero's entire body was nearly lying on top of mine, and he had both of my wrists pinned above my head. Even my shirt had ridden up, exposing the bare skin of the majority of my torso. 

"N-No! This is NOT what you think, Suzuki!" I rebutted. Fuckfuckfuck, why us... why now...

"Hm? So what does Suzuki think this is...?" I can't believe it. Oh my God, no, Heero! Why?! AGH!!

"GAY. SEX," she screamed. Thank God their parents aren't home. Thank God. Thank Jesus. Thank Budda! But, seriously? Gay sex? Suzuki... "I can't believe it!"

"It's not—" I tried to interject, but my unbelievable chill friend over here cut in.

"You can't believe it? Is it maybe because you want him? Well, you can't have him." He leaned into my body defensively, his cold cheek brushing past my own. I couldn't breathe. I just couldn't... I couldn't... 

Gosh, Alex. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. 

"Heero..." I began menacingly. "What is the meaning of this...?"

"What? Oh. This. Haha." Quickly, the raven flung himself backwards, landing on the opposite end of the couch. "Suzuki-chan, do you really think that Nao-kun and me would be having intimate moments on the couch?" Finally, some sense...

"I suppose not..." she replied, looking a lot calmer now.

"Exactly." –pause- "We wouldn't be doing anything on the couch. We'd be doing it on the bed." 

-insert gigantic mental flail here- 

"HEERO!"

"Ahahaha, oh my gosh, Alex, you have the best boyfriend right there!" Suzuki laughed, her hyena laugh filling the room. 

"He's not my boyfriend!" Well, shit, here comes the fury. "He's not."

"Alright, alright, whatever floats your boat," the hyena continued. "I was kidding, but your reaction makes me think otherwise!" 

"No!" I clawed at my head in a rush of fury. Why is this happening?!

"Okay, Suzuki, you've have you fun, now get out," Heero commanded, shooing her out of the room. 

"Don't do anything stupid, you two!"


--

"Heero, what the fuck was that about?" I asked for the umpteenth time in the past ten minutes.

"Well, I thought it'd be funny. It certainly was funny from my perspective." He chuckled lightly, then he threw me a look that said, "I'm about to do something, and you're gonna flip out."

"Heero... Heero. Heero!" The boy was coming on to me! Literally! Before I could protest further, he silenced my lips with his own, pressing gently against my hesitant mouth. His lips were cold and soft at the same time, and we'd molded together in a single heartbeat. Nothing... Absolutely nothing... Had ever felt that good; Nothing was ever as amazing as that kiss. 

"Alex..." Heero whispered in my ear in the most melancholy tone I've ever heard. He almost sounded scared. "Please... don't hate me..."

"Hate you...? Why would I hate you?" Ever so gently, I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him closer. 

"I know that your parents would hate this, and I think that you hate this, too, to some degree. And that can easily make you hate me and what I've just done."

Heero knew what he had just done. Heero knew what he'd gotten himself into. Heero knew that there was no turning back. 

But, he didn't know that I didn't want to turn back.

...That is, until I pulled his face into mine, locking our lips together again. This time, it was more urgent. More necessary. We both needed it. 



I couldn't control myself, and I lost it for a few minutes. My tongue started to swipe across his lower lip, savoring the sweet taste and the luscious moans that rumbled within the trembling raven. The moment he parted his lips, I nearly forced my tongue inside his mouth, and his moans became increasingly urgent. A fierce battle was fought between our tongues until Heero had to break away. 

"Heero, we both know what we've started..."

"Yes..."

"I'm not giving up on us, even if my parents decide to be douchebags." His light, feathery chuckle filled my ears, and then he leaned in once more for a final kiss.

"This one moment is the epic beginning to our future. Get ready, Alex..."

--EL FIN—

Author's Notes:

I hope you liked it ^^" . I'm not exactly proficient at writing, and I'm sorry if I really sucked. Don't kill me... Please... 

Anyway! You might be hearing from Alex and Heero again soon, but it will probably be for some extremely erotic scene... just to please all you out there who want some action ;D

I'll be seeing you around! __Kuriousity__

P.S. yes, I know I spelled it wrong. So sue me. 



Discovery



The day was over and what's more, it was Friday! Hallelujah, thought Wendy happily as she left work and made for the subway. She had no plans for the weekend but was just glad that the work week was over. 

Wendy was 21, with striking platinum blonde hair in a straight cut to her shoulders, tall and slim with long legs and medium sized breasts that bounced as she walked, attracting admiring glances from both men and women. She wore a short sleeved light yellow three-button polo shirt, khaki mini skirt and medium heel, pale yellow pumps

The station wasn't far and within minutes she was standing on the platform waiting for the train that would take her home to her little apartment, just a half hour away, and whatever the weekend had to offer. 

A whoosh of pressurized air blasted onto the platform and the train suddenly appeared from the darkness of the tunnel, stopping with a screech of brakes. A door whistled open in front of her, she quickly entered and surprise, surprise, there was actually a seat, next to a very pretty girl, seemingly in her early twenties, who was beckoning to her and, when she sat down, greeted her. How amazing, this just didn't happen in the big city! 

"Hello yourself" replied Wendy, "sure is nice to get a seat and even nicer to get a greeting! I'm Wendy, and I'm pleased to meet you." 

"You're welcome, Wendy, it's nice to meet you too." smiled her neighbor, "The city's grumpy enough as it is, don't you think? I'm Jenni. Jennifer really, but Jenni to my friends."

They chatted as if they'd known each other all their lives, to find out that they lived within a block of each other so, as they had no other plans, decided to drop into their local pub for a drink before going home.

They reached their stop, took the escalator to the street and walked to the pub, where they found a quiet booth in the back corner. Jenni, it turned out, was 22, as tall and slim as Wendy with shoulder length black, wavy hair. She wore a short, deep v, light blue dress which had a pleated skirt that was belted to show off to good effect full, shapely breasts and a wonderfully round bottom.

Wendy sat while Jenni walked over to get the first round and studied her as she walked, the sway of her bottom, the swish of her short skirt over full hips and was amazed to find that she was attracted to her. She had been attracted to certain women for as long as she could remember, liked the feeling but didn't understand it, and had never done anything about it. Jenni, however, had something that made her squirm on her seat in growing excitement and when she walked back, drinks in hand, Wendy's eyes were immediately drawn to the bounce of her full breasts.

"There" said Jenni as she slid onto the seat opposite Wendy and passed her her drink. She had noticed Wendy's study of her breasts, and it made her feel good. As they sipped at their drinks they chatted, about their their lives, their families, their jobs, shopping, a passion they had in common and, inevitably, boys and sex. Both began to feel totally comfortable and at home with each other.

"So" quizzed Jenni, when they had covered most subjects "do you have any pet likes or dislikes?"

"I like most things," answered Wendy, "but I do have three major dislikes; onions, slobbery dogs and my nipples!"

"Onions and slobbery dogs I can understand, but your nipples?" Jenni laughed. "What on earth do you mean?" 

"They're big, long, and it takes nothing at all for them to get hard and pointy. It's very embarrassing. I've tried putting paper in my bra cups but it doesn't do any good!"

"I see what you mean." grinned Jenni, looking pointedly at Wendy's chest.

"Oh you beast." spluttered Wendy as she flushed and lifted her hands to cover her breasts and offending nipples.

"Oh honey, I was only teasing." replied Jenni as she reached over, took Wendy's hands and gently pulled them from her breasts. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You have beautiful breasts and simply gorgeous nipples. You must be a B cup? I'm a C and my nipples stick out as well. See? But it doesn't bother me any more. Please don't mind if I stare." With a big grin she added "In fact, I'd just love to reach out and touch them."

At that point Jenni stopped, and still holding Wendy's hands said, very quietly "Wendy, I have a couple of confessions to make. First, today wasn't the first time I'd seen you on the train. I've seen you, off and on, for weeks, admired you from afar so to speak, but was too shy to say anything. Second, I'm lesbian. I don't just prefer women, I only like women, sexually that is. I thought I'd better tell you now because I'm very attracted to you and have been from the first time I saw you. Now you know, you'll probably want to get up and run and if you do I'll totally understand. But I'll be terribly disappointed."

Wendy was silent for a bit, obviously thinking hard about how to respond, then said "I've been attracted to women for as long as I can remember, but I've never done anything about it, never seriously thought about the possibility, don't even know any lesbians other than you. But I'm really attracted to you so no, I don't want to run, I really want to get to know you, Jenni, whatever's involved." 

With a sigh of relief Jenni tightened her grip on Wendy's hands. "I'm so very, very glad. I would hate to lose you so soon after I'd met you. So, where do we go from here?"

"Why don't we just see what happens." replied Wendy. "I think another drink is called for to seal the deal, but this time it's my shout."

She got up and walked to the bar while Jenni watched Wendy as Wendy had done to her, enjoying the back view of her new friend immensely, the way the cheeks of her bottom shimmied as she walked. 

Wendy was soon back with the drinks but this time sat next to Jenni, moving close so that their bodies touched. 

Jenni raised her drink and offered a toast "To a new friendship! Thank you for staying. Wendy, I can't tell you how glad I am."

By now their eyes were tearing and they moved even closer, Jenni's arm going around Wendy's shoulders, holding her tight. Wendy buried her face in Jenni's sweet smelling hair, threw an arm round her slim body, her hand coming to rest partly on a full breast, and found herself bursting with happiness. This was so strange, but so right.

The girls slowly pulled apart. Jenni grinned up and asked "Were you looking down the front of my dress?"

Wendy's face immediately turned bright red and she didn't know how to answer. Jenni was immediately contrite, "Oh honey, I was only playing with you. Please don't be upset with me."

"I'm not upset, Jenni, I flushed because I was looking down your dress, Not only that, I liked the view and would love to see more."

"Oh you devil, you!" gasped a very relieved Jenni. "Let's finish our drinks and get out of here. Why don't we go to my place and I'll make some supper, then we'll see what the rest of the evening has to offer. I might even let you look down my dress again, if I'm still wearing it, that is!"

'Her place' was literally around the corner so they finished their drinks and, arm in arm, made their way there. Once in the apartment Jenni turned to Wendy and, taking her head in her hands gave her a kiss on the lips, tracing them with the tip of her tongue. Wendy felt an electric shock go through her and parted her lips, her tongue darting out to meet Jenni's.

"That's enough of that" groaned Jenni. "I want to rip your clothes off and make love to you right here and right now, but we really should have some food first."

"Oh no, now you've given me a taste I'm not going to let some silly food stand in the way of something I seem to have waited my whole life for. I've come this far and have no intention of stopping. I want you too and simply can't wait." At this, Jenni reached out, took Wendy's hand and led her to the bedroom and her pillow covered king size bed.

Facing each other at the side of the bed, Jenni reached out and slowly, with trembling fingers, undid the buttons of Wendy's polo shirt, lifting it over her head to reveal two lovely breasts encased in a white, lacy, pushup bra.

Wendy stepped out of her shoes and reached round behind herself to unzip her skirt, to be stopped by Jenni who stepped close to her and whispered in her ear "No, honey, that's for me to do. The pleasure of undressing you is all mine. You'll have your turn in a minute."

As she said this she reached around, unzipped the skirt and pulled it to the floor. Underneath, Wendy wore a very sexy white, lace, Brazilian panty with a little silk bow in the front that stopped Jenni's breath. 

"Oh hun, how sexy is that!" she said as she reached forward to softly ran her fingernails over the big wet patch beneath the bow where the tight material formed a prominent camel toe and was amazed to find, thrusting from under its hood, a very noticeable and unusually large clitoris.

Her fingers stopped in surprise, then continued to stroke the lips of Wendy's now wet cunt and her amazing, protruding clit. 

She leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips, thrusting her tongue into Wendy's mouth where it met and entwined with Wendy's welcoming tongue.

"Quick, my turn" moaned Wendy as she disengaged from the embrace. "Turn round so I can unzip your dress. Quickly! Please! I want to see your body."

Jenni did so and when the zipper had finished its travel leaned forward and shrugged the dress off her shoulders. Turning, she stood there in a pale blue, lace bra that cradled two full, creamy breasts with a deep valley between them, and a lace thong, also pale blue.

They stood there for a moment, drinking in each other's beauty. As if by telepathy, each reached behind the other and unfastened their bras, which fell to the floor.

"Touch me" said Jenni, "stroke my tits, please, pleeeeeease!" sighing as Wendy softly touched the smooth skin of her beautiful, thrusting breasts, the first, other than her own, she had ever touched. She decided that she liked it and her fingertips traced their way to two hard, dark brown nipples which she rolled between thumbs and forefingers.

How she was enjoying this and was enjoying even more the sensations that were flooding through her body as Jenni teased her pointed, pink nipples and puffy areolas to distraction. The sensations increased exponentially as Jenni bent over, took a nipple into her mouth and licked and sucked, driving Wendy wild with excitement. She knew that she was leaking copious creamy juices so reached down and, while Jenni was still sucking her tit, pulled down her soaking panties so that they fell at her feet, to reveal a smoothly shaved mound and deep cleft between swollen, wet lips, her clit noticeable as it protruded from the top of the cleft . Reaching forward she pulled off Jenni's equally wet panties, uncovering a thatch of trimmed, black curls, pearled with juice, surrounding and covering wet, slick and swollen labia. 

The girls fell onto the bed, collapsing into each other's arms, kissing, caressing, hands wandering, smoothing, rubbing, fingers finding deep wet holes, thrusting thighs into each other's crotch against swollen, waiting clits, moving, rocking, climaxes building until both came simultaneously, holding each other tight, screaming at the joy of it.

They collapsed, side by side, panting hard, each with a hand on the other's body, so close, so tender.

"Now," panted Jenni, "wasn't that fun?"

"Oh my," whispered Wendy in total exhaustion but with a big grin on her face "so that's what I've been missing all these years! Shit!"

"Oh honey, we've hardly even begun. I hope you weren't in any hurry. Now, I've just got to have a closer look at that clit of yours. I have never, I mean never, met one that big. I could feel it against my leg the whole time we were fucking. I just have to see it."

With that she moved down until she was lying between Wendy's legs, looking at the beautiful, swollen, spread lips and their inner petals and at the top, the enormous clitoris, like a little penis, which had to be at least two centimeters long. Jenni looked at it in wonder, blew on it softly a few times, feeling Wendy quiver under her then simply couldn't resist and leaned forward to suck it into her mouth, caressing the head with her tongue.

Wendy almost leaped into the air. She knew her clit was larger than normal, she had stroked it herself often enough with great pleasure, but the sensations streaming from it now exceeded anything she had ever experienced and she was already reaching yet another enormous climax which came upon her suddenly, resulting in a copious squirt of cum into Jenni's face, causing her to back off quickly, coughing and spluttering.

Clambering back up alongside Wendy, Jenni grinned at her from a cum-splattered face and said "Gee thanks, honey, I really needed that!" At which both collapsed in a fit of giggles.

"That'll teach you" whispered Wendy, still giggling, "not that you're not welcome, any time at all, but you must accept the consequences."

"I'm warned, but I'll be back!" whispered Jenni. Reaching down between Wendy's legs and clasping her wet vulva she asked "Do you have a pet name for this?"

"What do you mean?"

"I call mine Cunt. Hope it doesn't offend you, honey. If you hate it I won't use it. But does yours have a name?"

Wendy blushed, but answered "Never thought about it. No, I don't have a pet name for it, I just think of it as my pussy, I suppose. No, Cunt doesn't offend me, makes it sound exciting, somehow. I think Cunt is a lovely name and that's what I'll call mine from now on, too."

"You really are a sweety. I sure got lucky when you got on that train today."

They embraced, then lay there for a while, looking lovingly and in wonder at each other, hardly believing their luck, gently caressing each other's bodies, Jenni in the pleasure and joy of a new and exciting lover, Wendy for the first time ever. They reveled in the sensations they were creating and experiencing, feelings growing from fingertips stroking breasts, nipples, stomachs, thighs, vulvas. Their lips touched, tongues tracing lips, breathing into each other's mouths, closing, sucking, softly, gently. 

Wendy's arms closed around Jenni, pulled her body against hers, felt her hard nipples against her soft breasts, clit thrust against clit. Her hand closed on the roundness and softness of Jenni's beautiful, creamy cheeks, stroking, caressing, fingers slipping into the crack, wet and slippery from their lovemaking, finding the little rosebud of her hole, slipping a fingertip inside, which made Jenni draw in her breath and clench her cheeks, gripping Wendy's hand firmly in place.

"Oh my God" she breathed into Wendy's mouth "and you say you've never done this before?"

"Never with another woman" whispered Wendy "but I love to masturbate, do it all the time. I've tried most things and loved most of them, so I figured why wouldn't you." and slipped her finger a little deeper, her thumb sliding between Jenni's slippery legs, through the wetness of her cleft, until it found the hard little button of her clit.

Jenni could do nothing, just lay in Wendy's arms, shaking, quivering, feeling another orgasm building in the pit of her stomach, moaning, groaning, keening until her orgasm broke over her like a wave and she screamed out loud, bucking violently, screaming again and again until her passion began to subside and she flopped, boneless, into Wendy's arms.

"Oh FUCK" she panted "you are totally fucking incredible. I don't think I've ever cum like that before. I think I'm going to lock you away and keep you all to myself!"

"No need for that, my love" replied Wendy "I'm finding out things about myself that I never knew and I'm so glad I'm finding them out with you. I felt like this when you first beckoned me over on the train and that feeling has been growing ever since. You look good, you feel good, so very, very good!"

They kissed again, very softly, very gently, lips barely touching, with growing love and appreciation for each other; each felt as if her heart would break with love and happiness. This went beyond sex and both knew it.

"I think we should get some food" said Wendy, "I need to get some strength back and I bet you do too. What would you like to do?"

"I've got some beef stew I was going to have for supper. most of a baguette and a bottle of red wine. Should be plenty for two. How does that sound? Otherwise we'll have to go out and I really have no intention of getting dressed. So that's your choice, eat here or go out with a naked woman!"

"Sounds good to me," laughed Wendy, "I don't want to go out either and I have every intention of keeping you naked and not sharing you with anyone else. I've got a lot of time to make up for!"

When they stopped laughing they climbed off the bed and Jenni led the way to the kitchen. Neither girl bothered to put any clothes on so the whole meal was accompanied by kisses, little nips, tweaks, soft touches, caresses, and by the time they had finished eating they were once again in a heightened state of sexual arousal and hurried back to the big, soft bed, each leaving a big wet patch on the kitchen chair she had been sitting on.

They snuggled up in each other's arms, warm, close, breast to breast, nipple to hardening nipple, lip to lip, feeling so happy, enjoying the sensations, the feelings, enjoying each other.

"So, my new and dear friend," grinned Wendy in a while into Jenni's ear, after supper had settled a little, "what are all these other things you were going to show me? I can't possibly imagine and I'm dying to find out!"

Saying nothing, Jenni supported her head on her hand, reached out and with the tip of one finger drew little circles around one of Wendy's nipples, watched it grow and harden to the length of her little fingertip and the pink, puffy areola pucker. 

Leaning forward, Jenni kissed the nipple, caressed it with her tongue, sucked it into her mouth, tonguing it, circling it with her tongue until Wendy was breathing heavily; kissed the white skin of the firm breast before sliding her lips down the curve of her breast and her stomach, hesitating at the belly button to probe it with her tongue then continuing to the smooth, shaved skin of Wendy's mound, to the prominent, slick, cleft between her cunt lips with its impressive, protruding clit.

Then she moved, on hands and knees, until she lay between Wendy's thighs, looking at the beautiful petal lips of of her open cunt, pearled with drops of cum and lapped them up, slipping and sliding her tongue into the hole, back up between the soft, pink folds, slowly back to the hole, slipping in as far as it would go, back up between the soft folds until it reached the long, fat clitoris, thrusting out from beneath the hood of skin that was doing a very poor job of protecting it. Once again she sucked it into her mouth, stroking the hard shaft with her tongue, circling it, faster and faster, feeling Wendy buck and grind and whimper under her. Reaching up under Wendy's upraised knees, her hands found her breasts and nipples, kneading them as Wendy moaned and quivered until with one enormous scream she came explosively, again spraying Jenni's still busy face with cum. Again and again she came, shuddering to one final twitch. 

"Jesus, so those were 'the other things' you were talking about" she panted into Jenni's cum-splattered face.

"Not even the half of it, lover. Wendy, please tell me you don't have anything planned for this weekend. Please spend it with me so we can get to know each other better? Stay with me tonight? Please? Pretty please?"

"Nothing planned and if I did have I'd cancel it," panted Wendy. "and of course I'll stay with you. I know we've only just met but I feel as though I've known you forever and want to spend as much time with you as I can."




Discovery



"I feel the same way, honey, I'm enjoying your company so much. Wendy, I've never seen a clit like yours before! It's enormous! I'm going to have so much fun playing with it."

"Wow, Jenni, I didn't know it was that different but I've always enjoyed playing with it. I'll be very happy to share it with you, any time at all. Now, young lady, you have a very dirty face. Bring it here so that I can lick it clean."

It wasn't long before their eyelids began to droop, so they climbed under the covers, Wendy turned onto her side and Jenni spooned up against her back, arms around her, one hand cupping a firm breast, the other on a flat stomach and it was like this, close, comfortable, satisfied that they drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.



Discovery



"Daddy?"

My heart leapt in my chest hearing my little girl call out to me in the dark. Well, almost dark, I could make her out clearly by the light from the flood light as it streamed in from the side of the house, laying on her bed her covers pulled up around her shoulders.

What was I doing, standing in the dark side of her bedroom with very dirty thoughts in my head, thoughts that really got wild after the accidental discovery I made last week and they've been consuming more and more of my energies the more I learned.

My mind racing back, quite innocently I picked up her smart phone to look for the number of a restaurant downtown. On her browser that was left open was a porn site with videos, and the videos were all of older guys fucking young girls. Holy shit! What was my innocent little girl getting into these days?

My curiosity took over and I had a few minutes, I could hear her shower running, so I watched a couple and had to admit, the high quality videos of these young supple bodies being teased pleased and in some videos having the hell fucked out of them had me getting very aroused. Did my little girl really enjoy watching this stuff?

My mind was racing and it wouldn't be totally truthful if I said I hadn't noticed my daughter's maturing body. She still runs around the house in a tee-shirt and panties, her B plus breasts bouncing freely and depending on what shirt she wore I could clearly see her areola and taught little nipples.

The shower turned off so I quickly returned her phone to the pile of clothes on her bed and when leaving her room noticed a pair of her panties on a pile of clothes on the floor. Not willing to admit what actually came over me but I picked them up and took them to my bedroom.

I couldn't help myself, the discovery of her interest in porn, knowing she was just down the hall fresh from the shower and wondering if she masturbated while watching those older guys fucking those horny young girls had my cock rock hard. Slowly lifting her panties to my face I took in her womanly aroma and my cock immediately flexed causing a huge drop of precum to escape my cockhead.

I stepped into my bathroom and pulled the shower curtain open. With the crotch of her panties pressed hard against my face, inhaling her scent deeply I began to stroke my hard cock. My precum acting as an excellent lube it didn't take long thinking of tasting my little girl's young cunt, I blew a huge load all over the shower and tub. Damn that was intense!

As guilty as I felt I continued to "borrow" her panties and either repeating the initial incident or placing the crotch of her panties, the material that brushed against her warm pussy all day over the head of my cock and slowly rub it back and forth until I would explode and fill her panties with my warm creamy cum.

I also got more curious and would check her phone more often to see if and where she was exploring. Then things really changed when I happened upon a chat she was having with a friend, a guy friend, and she called him "daddy"! I was both pissed off with jealousy and turned on at the same time!

The arousal won out and I quickly adapted a routine of slipping into my daughter's room when I heard her turn on the shower. I could always count on her being occupied for 15 or 20 minutes at least. Her panties were always around and the thought of smelling her panties or stroking off in them, sometimes both, with her just on the other side of the door naked and wet was intensely arousing.

This went on for weeks, reading her naughty chats, learning what a little horny girl she was growing into, how much she wanted to feel a real cock and suck a guy off was a huge turn on. Then one day her friend came out and asked her if she ever thought of her real dad that way, sexually, he meant. I was almost afraid to read her response but couldn't resist, so I scrolled down,

Oh my god, she told him yes. My little girl has had sexual thoughts of her dad. As I read this I had her panties wrapped around my cock and I couldn't hold back and blew my entire load into her panties just as I heard the shower shut off.

Thoughts I had just flirted with previously were now becoming full blown fantasies and the more I read the more my desires increased. Her friend, her make believe daddy was apparently interested in her real thoughts as much as her fantasies and it was driving me crazy to hear my little girl describe how she masturbated while thinking of sucking my cock, on her knees and making her real dad fill her mouth with cum.

Now when she would prance into the kitchen with her breasts bouncing and ass cheeks jiggling I would instantly get hard and have to restrain myself from standing up and pulling my pants down to show her the effect her hot little horny body and secret fantasy was having on her real daddy. I was always half in fear that something would cause me to need to stand up and she would see my hard cock straining to bust out of my slacks and half if not mostly wondering what her reaction would be.

With her mother out of town for a few days on business it became too much to contain, and that is how I wound up here, standing in the dark of my little girl's room, my cock thick and semi hard thinking of licking her delicious little cunt.

"Daddy? Is that you?"

"Yes sweetness, it's me."

"Is everything ok daddy? Do I need to get up?"

"Yes, everything is ok, no, you don't need to get up. I, ummmm, well."

"What is it daddy? You can tell me."

Staring at my little girl as she sat up in bed, the blankets falling to just barely hang on her nightie covered breasts I wasn't sure how, or even if I could go further no matter how many orgasms I've had thinking of this moment. What she said next floored me.

"Daddy? Did you come in here looking for my phone?"

"Well ummm no dear, why would you think that?" Now completely thrown I didn't know what to do next.

"I know daddy. I know you've been reading my chats, for weeks now I've known and its ok daddy. I like it that we seem to enjoy the same thing."

"What? How do you know, what do you mean share the same things?"

"Weeks ago daddy I noticed odd things. My phone not being exactly where I left it and my bedroom door being completely closed after I got out of the shower when I know I left it slightly open before going in."

Damn I had tried to be so careful, now I'm busted.

"Sweetness, I'm sorry, I didn't mean." 

She cut me off and offered her hand to me, inviting me to sit on her bed.

"It's ok daddy. I figured out it was you since it happened when mom was away so it could only be you. The other day I started the shower and gave you a little time then snuck out the other door to the spare bedroom and peeked inside my room. I saw you come in and find my phone, then you, ummmm, daddy, you pulled your penis from your pants. I had always wondered and now I know, you have a very nice penis daddy, and I watched you stroking as you read. When you picked my panties off the floor and covered your penis then continued to stroke I couldn't help myself, it turned me on much more than I'd imagined, my fingers felt especially good slipping in and out of my pussy as I watched you stroke your cock with my panties."

My cock was so hard it hurt, my little girl telling me this and noticing her hand sliding under the covers pulling them the rest of the way off her breasts, nipples showing through the thin material. My hand moved to my crotch and felt my stiff shaft, her hand lightly traced up and down my forearm, her daddy's forearm, then over my hand, and oh, my, god, her fingers wrapped around my cock through my boxers causing me to flex so hard I thought I would cum right then and there.

"mmmmmmm, Daddy."



Discovery



This story is factual. Initially I wrote it in bullet points to clear my thoughts and try to understand how I arrived at that point. Then I decided to expand the bullet points to 'flesh out' what they meant. Every time I revisited the notes I wanted to add something I'd left out and most times I realised I was almost creating a short story. Sometime after that I discovered Literotica and decided my story could be expanded into something erotic. In writing it, I discovered that it excited me almost as much as the original experience did and I hope you enjoy it as much.

It's a cautionary story about my journey into a different life and there is a part that will give you cause for thought. There are, as in all parts of real experiences, lots of back stories, side paths, consequences and outcomes. Apart from thinly changed names, everything else is exactly as it happened. Maybe I'll write about them at another time; let's think about that then. It's partly confession and partly to confess my guilt. I have become part of somebody else's life in a way very few ever do. I've decided to write my little story for Literotica for my pleasure and to recall in years to come, how I came here.

If you, dear reader, are inspired sexually, then I will have done for you what my actions lead me into. Think very carefully before using my words to justify your thoughts or actions. What I did was wrong and although, if I could rewind time, I'd do things very differently, for now I have few regrets. 

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My name is Jane and I'm 41. I've been 'normally' married for 21 years. When I use the word 'normal' from now on, I mean it in the sense of societal mores. I know that normal varies from town to town and state to state but I'm sure you can guess what I mean.

I met my husband when I was 19 and we married about a year after that. He's a good-looking mechanical works engineer who spends half his time in the office and the rest at building constructions supervising installations for contracted business. He's still in good shape but I don't get to see that shape much anymore. He rather prefers time at the golf course or football and seems to be more focussed on everything but me. Therefore, some nights and even in the mornings if he's gone and I'm still in bed, I masturbate. Usually just the same old, lie on the back, open my legs, tweak my nipples and rub until bingo. Boring but nice.

Like most of my friends, we believe that sex is something that happens if an opportunity arises. If I go to bed before him, I don't lie there in anticipation of what might happen and he doesn't come to bed earlier. To be honest, it can be months from one to the next and I understand why sex toys are so popular. I'd begun doing some market research one day when I 'innocently' started to look at other sites. Let's be quite honest here, when i say 'other' sites, I mean quite clearly, porn sites. What I saw was quite inspiring and although most of it was just confected, the credible home-made stuff was fabulous. I learned how to search for hetro intercourse, lesbian couplings (yumm), hidden cam stuff... As time went by, I explored more topics and found that most, rather than shocking me or disgusting me, aroused me. 

I discovered fetishes, extreme pornography, funny stuff and just about everything one could imagine. One day I discovered incest. Although it made me uncomfortable, I kept browsing. Brothers and sisters, mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, it was very confronting but highly exciting. I thought about my relations and couldn't shake off some of the potential experiences that might have happened over the years. I have a sister that I'd been slightly intimate with; I'd listened to my parents in their bedroom and wondered what it would be like for my father to be taking me. I didn't have a brother but wondered what I'd have been like with him.

I have two children; Emma who, at the time of the first event was 20 and Charlie who was 18. Em goes to Uni across the state and Charlie had started at one in the same city. They both could have studied at the same one but Em told us she wanted to begin to spread her wings. So her room is empty through the week and I use it as a quiet space and to do some work. I am fortunate that I can generate income from home as a book-keeper and accounting assistant. Em's room is sort of an overflow room and I often spread folders and papers across her bed and use her computer and printer.

One day, as I was rearranging things from her dresser to her drawers, I discovered that she'd beaten me to buying a sex toy. I wanted to be mature and just ignore it but after the initial leap of excitement, I wanted to examine it. I t was black and quite large, larger than I'd considered, weighty and veined. For a moment I considered using it but felt that wouldn't be right. I smelt it though and although there was nothing I could detect, the thought of that having been in my sweet daughter's pussy made me instantly aroused. I put it on her bed and sat at the chair so I could look at it while I masturbated. In a flash I'd stepped out of my panties, pulled up my skirt and was madly fingering myself. I wanted so badly to be penetrated by that obscene object and within moments, had the best orgasm I'd ever experienced. I felt a bit weird about it, my daughter's room, my daughter's toy; but drooped in that chair, legs still open, dress pulled high and looking at myself in her dressing mirror, I let any strange feelings float away.

Before Charlie came home, I wanted to do more so I logged onto Em's computer and started perusing; masturbation, check; Fucking, check; lesbians, check; toys, check... I became so aroused I'd grabbed a handtowel and placed it on the chair. When I needed to pee, I started to look at pantie wetting porn and when I fingered to explosive orgasm number two, I let a spray onto the towel.

The following day I checked out an on-line store and ordered something similar to Em's. My mouth was dry with anticipation and when it arrived a few days later, mid-morning and by courier, I was sooo ready.

I was fortunate that it was Charlie's long day at uni so I had the house to myself. I followed the recommendations of cleaning it. I hadn't remembered to order lubrication but I was sure with the way I was feeling that it wouldn't be necessary. I wanted to look like the girls in most of the videos -- I'm okay to look at but I had a thick bush and wanted to have a young look. Plus I also wanted to see my new toy -- a pink one -- entering me.

I undressed and went to the bathroom, ran the shower to hotter than normal and stepped in. In seconds I was in a steamy cloud and enjoying the feeling of water washing over me. I wanted to start masturbating right away but avoided the temptation. My lips were completely open and my clitoris was at hard attention but the best they received was the hand-held shower rose being directed to them. It felt so delicious but I had other tasks to attend to. I'd taken a razor and a can of shaving jell in with me. I turned off the water, sat on the floor, lathered up and started. I had never shaved before and I couldn't wait to see the result. The feel of the blade slicing through my soft brown hair was delicious. As I became more confident, I shaved closer and closer to the middle and closer to temporarily stopping to ease the fire I was feeling. I played around with leaving strips of pubic hair and even patches but finally decided that if I was to feel young again, I should look young. I hadn't looked so bald since my young teens and I knew my toy and I were going to enjoy taking my new type of virginity.

I shaved all over, my arms, legs, everywhere that gave me an excuse to run my hands over skin. I stood and let the water run again. The hair washing down the drain made me giggle as I remembered how as a teen I'd so desperately wanted to be hairy there.

I stepped out of the shower and admired my new look in the mirror. To be quite honest, at that moment I felt as beautiful as the most stunning girls I'd looked at on the computer.

I stood there admiring myself and running my fingers gently over everywhere that felt nice. My new toy, Mr Pink as I'd named him, had stayed innocently in the bedroom. I was still a little wet and although I'd planned to meet Mr Pink intimately there, my arousal overcame that plan. I wrapped a huge bath towel around me, sprinted to the bedroom, grabbed the obscenity and rushed back to the bathroom. I flopped on the dressing chair opposite the mirror and opened myself. My outer lips were parted and my inner lips were glistening. My clitoris was erect -- hard, angry and rose red.

I reached over and grabbed my new boyfriend Pinky. He was as hard as any woman could dream of, as large as any sensible woman could desire and quite beautiful. I felt his weight, firm in my hands as I imagined how he would feel in a moment. As I brought him to me, I could see my arousal had increased more than I'd believed was possible. I nervously rubbed him over my outer area and over my little clitty. I moaned and whispered my desire and I offered myself as I began to push.

I felt the bulbous head enter me and wanted to just push on but I also knew I wanted this to last. If I went at the speed I ached for, my climax would come too quickly. The thickness kept opening me and although a real man feels wonderful in his own way, Mr Pink was something again. I was now moving in deeper strokes and marvelling at how my body was accepting the never-before-experienced length. I felt him bump to my cervix and yet there was no pain, nothing I'd feared, just a full and satisfying pleasure.

I pushed faster and more aggressively and heard the wet sounds coming from my most private parts. This was a new experience; my senses were so different from my past, no love, only lust; no trepidation, only carnal desire and finally, the belief that my fantasies weren't so strange.

I could feel something stirring, a different type of tension than I'd ever felt and I leant back and closed my eyes. I was thrusting hard, deep and at an angle that sawed across my most sensitive place. As I drifted into a heady haze of close to orgasm, I heard a thump. As I shot open my eyes and clamped my legs shut, I saw Charlie turning and running to his room. Naked and with a towel falling from his waist, I realised with horror that I'd left the door quite open. Why wouldn't I?, today was one of his long days. I neither cared for why or what, I needed to do something that could cover what had just happened.

Not thinking clearly, in fact not thinking at all, I let my toy, my now ridiculous and rejected looking toy, fall to the floor. Wrapping the towel around myself, I rushed from the bathroom, grabbed his towel from the floor and followed his trail. He swung away from me as I entered his bedroom but clearly he had seen me and was fully aroused.

I rushed to him and returned his towel but it fell to the floor. We were both apologising, me for having shown myself and he for watching.

I touched his shoulder and he turned completely away from me, his embarrassment completely erasing his ability to speak. I took his silence to be anger and I only wanted to console him, to comfort him as I had when he was a child. But now he wasn't a boy, he was a man and although my son, he was an attractive man. At some tiny point of time, I realised that I wanted him in the way that a clear thinking mother wouldn't. I realised that one of the many videos I'd watched was probably true and that the sexual excitement I'd felt was real and based on something I'd felt at a base level. In my still pre-orgasmic state, all I wanted was to climax and I knew that Charlie would be the one who could best fulfil my need.

I came behind him and pulled him closer, I whispered soothing words that it was okay, that I realised he was innocent and that seeing me was just an accident. Nervously, he explained that he'd come home much earlier and gone to his room to study. When he heard me leave the bathroom, he decided he'd have a shower and stripped off to cross the corridor. Wrapped in a towel - , the towel now at his feet - he'd opened his door and saw me.

I asked if he was angry and he reassured me that he wasn't, that he was just surprised to know that his mother did what he'd seen. At that point I gulped and asked him if it had been exciting to see me and his new silence told me the answer was probably yes.

"Charlie, look at me", I quietly commanded, and as he did, I loosened my towel and let it collapse to the floor.

His penis was hard and erect and although he briefly tried to turn away, it spoke about the effect all this was having on him. I raised my open arms so he could see me clearly and could see that I wanted him to move the small step into my embrace.

I quietly mouthed the words "I love you Charlie", and with that, he came to me. Unsure what to do next, he remained passive and let me wrap my arms around him. I looked up into his confused eyes and kissed him. He kissed me lightly as a boy would kiss his mother, cute but nothing more -- I wanted him as a lover and kissed him as such. This time he felt the heat and permission to kiss me as I wanted him to. I felt his mouth close on mine and the chaste kiss became a passionate lock. I let my tongue move over his lips and at that point, he wrapped me into his arms and pulled me into him.

The two of us remained like that for minutes, naked, intertwined and discovering moment by moment, every nuance of the other's lips, breath, warmth, and shape. At long last, without words, we stepped back a pace and lay on his bed, still locked in our embrace. Like two lovers who are strangers, we touched and explored, sometimes intimately, sometimes innocently. We explored the responses of touching and it became obvious that just as I wanted him, he was ready to give himself.

I wasn't sure then and I'm still not whether he was a virgin. He seemed assured in some ways and less in others such as the way he touched my breasts or kissed me there. I remembered the way he suckled as a baby and now I cupped his head as he teased the exquisite pleasure from my sensitive nipples. He was assured when he began to stroke between my legs and confident when he began to insert a finger into me. My sexual readiness was unfulfilled and I knew that I couldn't resist my urge or his desire.

As I slightly pulled away and motioned for him to lie back, I quickly straddled him and let him enter me. This time I wasn't prepared to slowly ease the depth into me, I needed full penetration and in one move, I had fully enveloped beautiful Charlie into me.

He looked into my eyes one final time for reassurance and then pulled me down to continue our kiss. I however, could only focus on the hardness from my son; the heat that I was sure was burning me and the way that oxygen was disappearing from my breathing. In only a moment I was wet with perspiration and although I wanted this moment to last, I knew that like a schoolboy, I wouldn't last.

I wanted to make love for hours but that seemed impossible, I wanted to make love until the room was dark but that would also be impossible. Then a moment of avoidable dread hit me -- we were having unprotected sex. I hadn't been using contraception for a couple of years and had instead, relied on my husband to use condoms. That wasn't happening now and suddenly I felt very frightened. Even at that point of intercourse, a man can release enough pre-ejaculation to cause pregnancy.

"Charlie, tell me when you're about to cum" I grunted and with a nod right at that moment, I felt him tighten. I lifted myself as the first spurt came from him. He thrust at me, trying to reengage as any buck should but the thought of my son impregnating me was too frightening. I moved forward so that he could get some pressure between my cheeks and I felt wave after wave of his warmth erupt against me.

He looked at me with a little disappointment I think, but quickly realised that I must have had a reason. I reached across for my discarded towel and laid it on the bed under me. As we lay in a collapsed embrace, I felt his semen drool down me and I shivered at what might or might not have just happened.

"Charlie, are you okay with what we did?" I asked him and he confessed that he'd wanted that for years. He confessed that he masturbated thinking about me and that he sometimes thought about hiding a camera in the bathroom so he could see me.

As he told me these things, we lay close and cuddled. We kissed and whispered and touched and fondled. He was hard again and clearly wanted me. I jumped off the bed and scampered to my bedroom, returning with a condom. Although I'd never done oral sex before, now I knew that I wanted to please my son that way. I tore open the condom wrapper and placed it near the pillow but then kissed him as I ran my fingers over his body. I kissed him everywhere and then kissed him down to his erection, still hard but now covered with my vaginal scent. I had watched enough videos now to have great knowledge about how best to orally please a man and as I ran my tongue around the smooth head, the shiver I felt told me that I would be able to do justice to his needs.

For five minutes I kissed and licked his shaft and testicles and marvelled at the taste of him. The secretions he was producing were sweet and arousing. When I finally took him into my mouth, I felt him twitch. I felt his hands caress my hair and almost absent-mindedly, I slowly took his length further and further into my mouth. I wanted to bring him to climax this way but greedily, I wanted him under and top of me again. When I felt that to go further might be to go too far, I stopped and placed the condom over his erection. It rolled on and sat tightly around his hardness; I admired the details of his cock, the shape, the veins, color, pulse... This time he knew he'd achieve his desire and I was determined to prolong both our pleasures.

I knew the signs of a man near climax and I decided I'd treat Charlie to as much prolonged pleasure as I could. I lay back and opened myself to him. I marvelled at how big and strong he looked now as he hovered over me and probed my outer parts with his manhood. I wanted to thrust at him now, I wanted to feel as filled as I had with Mr Pink, I wanted to feel like the porn stars I'd masturbated to and I wanted him to look at me as a lover. When he finally entered me properly, I pulled him towards me and made him stay still for a moment. I made him stay still for as long as I thought we could both bear and to let us enjoy the sense of connectedness a man and woman can feel. He kissed me confidently and stopped looking so worried.

Finally, he opened my arms and laid me open to him in the crucifix position. I felt so taken to have myself pinned in this position, Charlie knew more than I'd expected and I felt happy I hadn't corrupted him too much. He started to move inside me and now, less overwhelmed by our situation, I could enjoy the subtlety of our coupling. I felt him vary the depth and speed of his penetration and I looked at the passion on his face.

When he lifted my legs over his shoulder, any modesty I might have once had was gone forever as I was revealed to him completely. I looked at my lover looking at me and our smiles told me that everything was alright. I knew that later I'd feel guilty and that this would never again be simple but at that moment, I just craved to be taken, to be treated as something other than his mother and to create a new type of bond.

This time his stamina was at its maximum and I could tell he was going to give me the greatest pleasure of my life. He was putting so much strength and speed and depth into me that I was in awe of his potential. We changed positions and he mounted me from behind, he being the dog and I his bitch. We were able to see each other in the mirror and it was like looking at somebody else but feeling the same pleasure. In some ways, it was like watching a porn couple. The sound of him slapping against me, his panting and grunting, my gasping and groaning were the sounds that are in themself arousing. I could feel sweat or juice trickling down my thigh and knew that I was sweating like an athlete.




Discovery



"Yes, Charlie, yes my big boy, I want you...", I kept panting and using language he'd never heard from me before. I felt small climaxes and a lot of trembling from both of us and I began to wonder if either of us would achieve orgasm. Every time he stopped it was to change position -- this boy had obviously looked at a lot of porn or just had a natural touch. Things and ways he introduced were novel to me, never experienced by his father and mostly extremely more pleasurable.

A few times he checked himself, clearly re-grouping his energy and looking at me for signs that he could work from. "Go baby, I want to feel you do it inside me". In less than a moment I felt his body tense and then pound into me once, twice... I felt his back arch and I knew that each movement represented an ejaculation. My orgasm was like an eruption, my mouth open in a silent scream, my fingers grasping at air, groping fruitlessly to hold him. I felt him inside me driving to be as deep as is possible, to return to his place of conception. I wanted to scream but my head was spinning giddily and my insides were almost cramping.

I don't know how long we remained coupled, short minutes or long, drifting in and out of awareness and feeling like survivors of a disaster. When he finally withdrew, I knew that he could possibly go again but I was spent. He kissed me but it was a chaste kiss. He was embarrassed I think. I spoke reassuringly; I confirmed that really, I had probably wanted this for longer than I'd admitted to myself. I told him I'd looked at mother and son porn and he confessed that he knew, he'd gone through Em's browsing history. He hadn't done anything because although it was a strong desire, it was wrong.

After that day, we have made love many times around the house. I have sat and watched porn with him as we've explored and extended boundaries. I've watched him masturbate and he has watched me. He's watched Mr Pink and I and offered to join in. (I wanted to but I was too scared). He now calls me by name and no longer closes the doors if we're alone or it's safe.

Sadly, I did become pregnant. I briefly imagined tricking my husband to have unprotected sex but by then, almost a month had passed since that day. My dilemma was that medical technology will easily unveil these truths in the future. I had to ponder the options but the answer came without me asking. I lost it not long after that, and soon after, finally had my tubes tied. I've told both my husband and Charlie about that so they know why we don't have to take precautions anymore.

As a 'new' person, I am in all ways normal but I have a secret. I wonder how many other normal people have secrets.