4 comments/ 48629 views/ 1 favorites Awakening Ch. 01 By: DuklaTom If you'd said I'd be having an affair a year ago, even six months, I wouldn't have believed you. If you'd said I'd be having sex with men, I'd have laughed it off and started blushing. If you'd said I'd be a cock-hungry man slut, you'd have got your block knocked off. But here I am, having the time of my life and I literally can't get enough. I broke the seal in a mad, passionate moment of lust and now I'm on the lookout almost night and day. Sex with women was great, but there is nothing, and I mean nothing, to beat the feeling of a rock-solid behemoth of a cock riding your tight ass. I've had nights I'll never forget, orgasms to whip into submission the pathetic versions I've had before, sent out massive, never before seen surges of spunk and revelled in the rebirth of a sex life which was dying of neglect. I've had urges on and off throughout my adult life, but repressed them even though I often had dreams of torrid man sex. My life turned around on a work trip. I had to go away on a four-day course with a colleague, Paul, well known to be gay, but not an in-your-face guy who presented his sexuality on a plate for all to see. Quite a decent guy all in all, and someone I'd got on OK with on the few occasions we'd been at the same event. He had been an occasional visitor to my dreams, though I mostly thought of an older lover, a friend of the family, who had come out a few years before. We were booked into the same travel lodge, you know the type that's the same whether its Manhattan or Manchester. After a hurried first afternoon on the course, we had dinner with two or three others we'd met and had a few drinks. We went our separate ways and headed back to our base. Paul wanted to share a couple of cans he'd brought, but I said I'd rather head off to bed. I couldn't sleep, though, so I got up and padded next door to see if he was still up for a drink. Sure enough, he was - and he was enjoying a gay porn film on pay per view. He moved to switch it off, but I said I'm no prude, just leave it on, I won't stay long. How wrong I was! Paul tried to explain the 'plot' but it was a pretty hardcore looking film and it wasn't long before I felt a twinge in the groin, even though I wasn't watching that intently, rather talking with my host. It was hot stuff, with one guy getting reamed by a stallion with an almost unbelievably big cock. "You like it?" I was shocked. Paul had seen my interest rising, so to speak, and how do you explain that away, sitting in pyjamas? I tried to shrug it off, saying I'd gone a long time without sex. But his mere discussion of the growing problem seemed to just inspire my cock into further extension. With my mind in turmoil, I was lost for words. I'd thought of just this sort of situation a few times, but now the moment was here I didn't know what to think. Should I make my excuses and leave, or take a chance and see what develops. I was all for exiting sharpish, but my loins told a different story. My heart leapt when Paul inched a little closer. I knew then what I wanted to happen. I was still speechless, though, not knowing the etiquette of the situation. Should I do or say something? Should I wait? Paul obviously knew I was helpless. He asked if I was comfortable. I said yes. He asked if I wanted anything. I said yes, again, nervously. I felt he was going to shout out, what the fuck do you want then? But he didn't. As the reaming continued on the now barely watched screen, he whispered: Can I touch your cock? I could hardly get the words out so heavy was my breathing. A nod was enough. It was a stunning sensation to have another man take control of my cock as he moved aside my pyjama bottoms. I thought I would come there and then, but his soft words and caress spared that embarrassment. Paul moved to kiss me, but I turned away, almost in disgust, ridiculously it would feel later. But I sat up straighter on the bed - no sofas in these lodge rooms - saw Paul settle on his knees in front of me and felt a wet mouth envelop my swollen cock. It truly was a moment of magic when sent a shudder down my spine, tingling all the way. I'd had a blow job a few times, but nothing compared to this. No teeth, no gagging, just an experienced mouth which knew how to please a man. It simply was mind-blowing as Paul worked his eager way up and down before settling on the tip, as my mind went gaga. It was almost a religious experience, an awakening, a sense of purpose coursing through my veins. This man could suck. Paul could suck for the country. Eventually, the licking and sucking took its toll. He knew it was coming probably before I did, so that's maybe how he was prepared for easily the biggest spunk spurts I'd ever enjoyed, and managed to catch most of it in his delicious mouth. Reward for both of us. I watched him swallow my load down, then grasped his face for a full-on kiss, tasting myself as some cum escaped down his chin. It was an awe-inspiring moment, an unforgettable turning point and I knew I was hooked. * Hope you like this true story. If people like this, I will continue the story soon. Thanks for reading. Awakening Ch. 01 This is the first of a two part story. The second and final part will follow shortly. * * * Ben tugged her cotton vest down and rolled her nipple around between his finger and thumb. Kiera lay on her back, staring at the white ceiling and mentally composing her shopping list. Her mind felt strangely detached from what was happening to her body. It was weird - she could feel what Ben was doing, but somewhere along the line her brain was curiously disengaged. She wasn't exactly sure at what point this had happened. All she did know was that sex had always felt like a chore with Ben and she vaguely felt that maybe there was something she was missing. The trouble was she had no other experience to back up her theories. There had been nobody else in all her twenty-four years. Fingers delved roughly between her thighs and she allowed an obligatory moan to escape so as not to hurt his feelings. He was liable to sulk for days if she implied their sex-life was less that perfect. Not that her enjoyment mattered particularly. As long as he was happy, that was all that counted. The phone rang shrilly and Ben cursed loudly, pulling away from his exploration of her passive body. "I'll get it," she said hurriedly, jumping out of bed and grabbing the phone. "Its mum," she mouthed at Ben, her palm cupped over the receiver so her mother did not hear Ben's curses. He rolled his eyes dramatically and turned away from her crossly. They both knew that it would not be a short call. Struggling to hide her relief, Kiera straightened her vest up and walked out of the bedroom listening to her mum chattering away, telling her all the village gossip. By the time the call ended and she had made her way reluctantly back to bed, Ben was fast asleep and snoring softly. Once again she had been saved an unsatisfying half an hour. God bless her Mother. Kiera edged under the duvet and rolled away from Ben's inert body carefully. The last thing she wanted to do was to disturb him and endure a repeat performance. No, she would rather go to sleep. Besides, she needed to get an early start in the morning. She wanted to arrive at the seminar in good time in order to ensure a decent seat. * * * The woman on the podium held the rapt attention of the entire audience. It wasn't her looks exactly, although she was very striking. It was her voice that soothed the senses like warm honey; melodious and charismatic. Her blonde hair hung in rippling skeins of white gold and her luminous green eyes captured the heart of every man in the room. Kiera felt envious. She wished she had the same effect on the male population. Sadly that was never going to happen. She knew she was pretty enough, but it was in a girl next-door rather than a centrefold kind of way. Life could be very unfair at times. By the time the seminar broke for lunch and everyone began to disperse eagerly into the bar, Kiera was feeling rather tired. She had not slept all that well last night -- Ben had snored for first half of it and the other half had been disturbed by fitful dreams. She desperately needed a stiff drink to inject some life into the remains of the day. Unfortunately the afternoon's schedule of lectures looked fairly dismal and she was seriously contemplating taking a seat at the back of the room and napping for a blissful hour or two. "A glass of white wine please," purred a silky voice next to her as she stood at the bar waiting for the bar man to notice she existed. Kiera turned her head curiously only to see the woman speaker from the previous lecture. Up close and personal she was even more devastatingly beautiful. Kiera was enviously aware of each and every man within a ten-metre radius practically salivating. This included the bar man who had miraculously appeared in front of them, despite the fact he had remained curiously elusive in the time Kiera had been waiting. "Can I buy you a drink too?" the woman turned to ask Kiera with a gracious smile. "Er yes - that would be lovely, thank you. I'll have a vodka and soda please." The bar man simpered and produced the two drinks in record time, handing them over with a lingering look at the blonde. She gave him some money politely and passed Kiera her glass. "Join me at one of the tables?" she asked. "Yes, I'd be happy to," Kiera felt rather relieved that she wouldn't have to drink alone. It always made her feel slightly sad when she knew nobody at these events. The blonde headed towards a corner table, her shapely bottom swaying seductively in the short grey skirt she was wearing. Every single male in the room watched her progress with enormous interest, but she seemed surprisingly oblivious. "My name's Alicia," the blonde said, holding out a perfectly manicured hand politely once they were seated. "Hello Alicia, I'm Kiera -- pleased to meet you." They shook hands politely. "Are you enjoying the seminar?" Alicia asked with interest. "Yes, I thought your presentation was very good," Kiera said politely. And she had. The rest of the room faded out as they began to discuss all the points Alicia had made during her talk. Kiera soon found herself drawn to the woman on many levels - not only was she intelligent as well as devastatingly attractive, she was also incredibly sexy. All around them, hopeful men strained to catch every word she spoke. It was almost comical the way some of them engineered reasons to walk past their table so that they could catch a glimpse of Alicia. What was more remarkable was the way she seemed utterly unaware of all the attention she was invoking. She seemed far more interested in Kiera. The conversation took a turn into more personal territory when Alicia asked, "So, are you married?" "No, but I'm living with my boyfriend. We're supposed to be getting married next year though..." her voice faded as she suddenly realised that 'next year' was not all that far away. It was a scary thought. "Wow, you seem really excited about that!" Alicia commented with a dry laugh. "Hmm...am I that obvious?" Kiera sipped her drink and stared at the floor for a moment. "It's not going all that well," she admitted to her surprise. Then she realised that Alicia probably did not want to hear all her problems. "Sorry," she apologised ruefully. "I shouldn't be dumping on you like this." Alicia reached out her hand and grasped the other woman's knee lightly. "Hey that's okay -- I shouldn't be prying anyway," she said softly. Kiera looked at her and smiled gratefully. "No, no -- it's good to talk about it sometimes." She wasn't exactly sure why she felt the need to open up to this woman who was a complete stranger less than an hour ago. There was just something about her that reached out to Kiera. The hand resting on her knee felt strangely comforting and...she hesitated now...it felt nice. Her skin pleasurably tingled beneath the other woman's warm palm. She looked up into soft green eyes. There was a sudden silence between them and Kiera felt a strange tension descend. Electricity crackled as they stared intently at each other. "Which hotel are you staying in tonight?" asked Alicia in an even voice. Her hand stayed firmly planted on Kiera's knee. "I'm booked into The Hilton." Her voice sounded weird to her own ears and her breath caught in her throat. Why was she reacting this way? She didn't understand her behaviour at all -- it was totally out of character. "Me too...fancy having dinner with me later?" Alicia's eyes gleamed in the muted light of the bar. Kiera hesitated for a moment. She had been planning on ordering room service and having an early night. But then she thought, fuck it - dinner out would make a pleasant change. It wasn't like she and Ben ever went anywhere these days. "Yeah, that would be great!" she grinned. The other woman glanced at her watch and said, "Okay, meet me in the reception at seven-thirty this evening. I've got to go and catch up with some of my colleagues now..." She rolled her eyes and pulled a face. "Looking forward to it," replied Kiera. She was surprised to realise that she really WAS looking forward to seeing Alicia again. Several men's faces fell in abject disappointment when the cool blonde left the bar, her heels clacking on the hard wood floor. Kiera drank the rest of her drink and wondered just how she was going to stay awake for the rest of the afternoon. * * * She examined her reflection critically. The woman in the mirror stared back at her, taunting her. Wild dark hair was tamed in a black clip and brown eyes shone with a rare sense of excitement. She had been forced to wear the same skirt she had worn all day. Not expecting to venture out of her room, she had packed nothing more exciting. But teemed with a cream silky blouse, it looked rather sexy in conjunction with black hold ups. These had been purchased on a whim from the chemist round the corner. Normally she wore tights, but tonight she decided to live a little. Kiera added a touch of lip-gloss and another coat of mascara. Her eyelids were brushed with smoky grey shadow and she decided rather grudgingly that she didn't look too bad. It had been ages since she had put so much effort into her appearance. There never seemed much point with Ben -- he didn't notice what she wore these days. The clock on the wall told her it was nearly half past seven, so she grabbed her purse and headed for the elevators. She hoped it would be a fun evening. From within her bag, her mobile sang out annoyingly. One glance at the blue screen told her it was Ben calling. For a minute she dithered about whether to take the call. Then she stepped inside the empty lift and the signal vanished, cutting the call off and saving her any further dilemma. Not that they had anything to talk about anyway. Chances were he was only checking what time she was due back tomorrow and could she bring some KFC home with her. * * * Alicia was waiting for her in the lobby when she emerged from the lift. Her blonde hair shimmered in the subtle lighting and she was dressed rather provocatively in a scarlet dress that hugged her curvy frame like a second skin. It was perfectly obvious to Kiera that the male receptionist was in love. A loud American couple were patiently waiting to check in to their room, and the receptionist was leant over the teak desk ogling Alicia like she was doing a lap dance just for him. Kiera nearly laughed when the irritated husband slapped his hand down in front of the boy's face making him leap in the air in shock. Alicia was oblivious; she only had eyes for Kiera. "Wow, you look lovely!" she said warmly, reaching forward and planting a small kiss on Kiera's cheek. With a tingling sensation running through her veins, Kiera stepped back feeling her face glowing with unexpected embarrassment. "Thanks," she said with a shy smile. "You look great too -- I love that dress, where did you buy it from?" They made their way to the restaurant chattering easily about clothes. Alicia had booked a table at a Thai place not too far from the hotel. It was dark and elegant; very much a couples restaurant, although Kiera presumed Alicia would not have known this when she reserved a table. The food was delicious - spicy but not overpoweringly so. It had been years since Kiera had enjoyed a Thai meal. In fact the last time had been on one of her early dates with Ben. It had been a disaster -- Ben had had an allergic reaction to the food and ended up spending the night in casualty. That had been the last time they ate Thai. It was a shame really, because Kiera loved spicy food. Alicia was wonderful company. She made Kiera feel like she was the only person in the entire room. She was witty, amusing and full of silly anecdotes. It was almost as if they had known each other for years and there was no sense of awkwardness at all. "So...tell me about your man..." she asked as they shared a portion of coconut ice cream. "Ahem...Ben..." Kiera wondered where to start. How could she condense seven years into a few sentences? "I met him when I was seventeen and we've been together ever since. I guess that's it really..." "Happy?" asked Alicia carefully. "I guess so," responded Kiera unconvincingly. She spooned a chunk of the ice cream into her mouth and wondered what the definition of 'happy' was. She felt certain it wasn't their relationship anymore. "How about you -- anyone special?" Kiera assumed Alicia was not married as there was no ring on her finger. Not that that meant anything these days. "No, nobody at the moment," Alicia replied wistfully. "There was someone, but it ended a few months ago and I haven't exactly been looking since." "Oh I'm sorry..." Kiera said when she saw the sadness briefly cross the other woman's face. She really felt for her -- it was never easy when a relationship broke down. Her own parents had divorced when Kiera was a teenager. The bitter recriminations lasted for months and everyone had been blighted in the emotional fall-out that ensued. It was a horrible period of her life and it was one of the main reasons she had stayed with Ben, despite the nagging feeling that their relationship just wasn't working any more. The thought of ending it was too stressful. Maybe their relationship was as good as it got anyway. "It's okay. I'm over it now." Alicia smiled brightly. "How about we go for a drink at the wine bar down the road?" she said, changing the subject. "That would be great!" The wine Kiera had already consumed was buzzing around in her head, but she was having too much fun to think about going to bed just yet. No doubt Ben would have a blue fit if he had any idea she was out on the town -- but at this point she really did not care. He was obviously not all that fussed. Other than the aborted phone call as she stepped into the lift, he had not tried ringing her again. But then, she hadn't returned his call either... She brushed that thought to one side and finished the wine in her glass. Why shouldn't she have some fun? Ben managed it often enough. He was always disappearing on golfing weekends and the like. For all she knew he was playing around on her left, right, and bloody centre. "Finished?" asked Alicia as she signalled for the bill. "Yes thanks -- that was delicious. Thanks for the company!" said Kiera sincerely. "My pleasure!" replied Alicia with a wink. "Expense accounts are a wonderful invention." * * * By the time they rolled back through the hotel doors, Kiera was feeling rather drunk. Alicia had her arm looped companionably through hers and the pair of them giggled all the way up to the third floor where they both had rooms. "Fancy a night cap?" asked Alicia when they reached her door first. Kiera hesitated for a moment. It was late and she really needed to get some sleep. But on the other hand - she was having fun and it seemed a shame to end the evening here at the door. She could always sleep on the train going home tomorrow. "Okay, I'll just come in for one final drink," she said. Alicia opened the door and they both fell into the room trying to be quiet in the fashion of people who are not completely sober. She opened the mini bar and scrutinized the contents while Kiera sat on the bed and noted the differences between this room and her more modest one. The small bottles were neatly lined up inside the small fridge and Alicia selected the vodka and a brandy. She poured each into a glass and added a mixer. "Cheers!" she said with a flourish before sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hey, let's see what's on the film channel," she mused. Scooting up the bed next to Kiera, she grabbed the remote and flicked through the channel selections before settling on a porn movie with a sideways glance. "You don't mind do you?" Kiera was stunned into silence. It was the first time in her life she had seen a porn film. Ben was not keen and she certainly would never have suggested it. To say she was shocked to find herself sat on a hotel bed with a woman she hardly knew, watching porn -- was the understatement of the year. Alicia flicked the light switch next to her side of the bed, plunging the room into semi darkness but for the flickering images on the television. She half lay next to Kiera, her platinum hair cascading across the plump pillow and her dress rucked up her thighs. The subtle scent of exotic perfume teased Kiera's nose and she tried to move away slightly, deeply un-nerved by the close proximity of this sexy woman, not to mention the action unfolding on the small screen. She found herself helplessly watching the explicit sex. A statuesque red head was on her knees, licking the huge cock of some guy, while another stud fucked the woman from behind. Her pendulous tits swung in time with the hard thrusting cock ramming into her cunt. As shocking as the images were, Kiera soon found she was unbelievably turned on. She felt her pussy welling up with unfamiliar moisture and her nipples hardened through her blouse. "Do you like porn?" asked Alicia suddenly. The low seductive voice startled Kiera. "I've...err...never watched it before," she admitted, feeling her cheeks burn with pink colour. She was aware that her hair was threatening to fall out of the clip that bound the recalcitrant tresses. Nervously she flicked it back behind her ear, wishing the blood rushing through her veins would do so a little more quietly. The sound of moaning filled the room and loud squelching noises emanated from the screen. Kiera was torn between wanting to watch the film and gazing at the blonde vixen lying beside her. "I love porn," Alicia said with a seductive smile. Her eyes darkened subtly and Kiera watched enthralled as she reached out to tame a stray curl of dark hair. "Missed a bit," she explained huskily. "I think maybe I should go..." Kiera spoke the words but made no effort to move. She felt like she was being hypnotised; all her limbs were paralysed in the other woman's sensual gaze. "Oh don't go just yet," whispered Alicia. She reached out and stroked Kiera's arm gently. "You're very beautiful, you know." "No I'm not." "Well I think you are." The sounds of frantic fucking faded away. Alicia shifted slightly until her mouth hovered mere centimetres away from Kiera's lips. The sexual tension was excruciating. "Do you really think so?" Kiera asked tremulously. Ben had never told her she was beautiful. She had never really cared anyone thought. Now she did care. "Yes..." Their lips met in a soft kiss. It was an exploratory kiss. It was a taste of something unexpected for Kiera. There was no sense of urgency or forcefulness; just the soft, sweet flavour of another woman whose breasts were now pressed against her own soft curves. A hand caressed her hip, gently stroking and testing her reaction. She was surprised to find she was not repulsed by the touch of a woman. Quite the opposite actually...her skin was burning up and her arousal was acute. For the first time in her life she vehemently wanted another person to touch her. She also wanted to touch Alicia. With her inhibitions rapidly disappearing fast, Kiera hesitantly reciprocated the sensual caresses she was receiving. She pushed her fingers though the blonde tresses and deepened the kiss, feeling Alicia pulling her closer until their breasts were touching. A sly hand insinuated itself between their bodies and slid deftly under her blouse. Her breasts were crying out for attention, the nipples hard and aching. She was not disappointed when delicate fingers scooped the flesh from the pretty lace cup and rubbed the nipple teasingly. She was unable to prevent a moan from escaping. It felt so wonderful; this sensual touch was everything she had been missing all this time. There was none of the roughness, the feelings of being pushed and pulled like a mannequin. Alicia gently teased her, coaxing her arousal from her, asking rather than demanding. Awakening Ch. 01 Quickly and expertly her blouse was undone and her bra unclasped, exposing her small breasts to the other woman appreciative eyes. She sighed in approval and bent to take one taut nipple between her soft lips. A moist tongue licked the sensitive bud and sucked on it gently. Kiera was unable to do much beyond enjoy the sweet sensations. She closed her eyes and gasped helplessly, her pussy throbbing with aching desire. Hands swept lower and gently touched her soft skin, teasing and tantalising her with a sensitive caress. Dimly she was aware that she was making small mewling noises, but she did not associate these sounds with herself. Fingers explored beneath her skirt, past the edge of her hold ups and brushed over the damp gusset of her knickers. A sudden feeling of panic swept over her and she tried to move away. She shouldn't be feeling this way...Ben never made her feel like this. Reason gave way to pleasure and was soon buried in a burning maelstrom of need. The strong scent of her arousal was unmistakeable. Alicia's lips kissed her belly as her fingers explored the delicate folds of flesh beneath her knickers. The sodden fabric was pulled down and a tongue flicked over her swollen clitoris. She jumped at the sparks of pleasure induced. Fingers spread her open and Alicia drank from her, tasting the copious juices flowing out. Kiera felt the pressure building tightly, tiny flames coiling within her belly. She knew she was heading towards something wonderful, but she didn't know what that something was. Then, without warning, her body exploded into glorious white-hot pleasure. It felt like she had gone into meltdown; every nerve ending tingling with blissful sensation and her sex rippling with orgasmic pleasure. Alicia moved up the bed and hovered over Kiera as the spasms faded, reaching down to kiss her lips gently. She could taste her own flavour and was surprised to find that she rather enjoyed it. Loose strands of hair had escaped and were stuck to her damp face. Alicia stroked them away tenderly. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, her emerald green eyes sparkling brightly. "I...think so," replied Kiera. She forced herself to look at Alicia directly despite the acute embarrassment she felt at allowing another woman to make love to her. She was still utterly confused as to what had happened. It had never been like this with Ben -- ever. So why did she respond so strongly to Alicia? "I've never felt like this before," she admitted tremulously. Her body was still humming with aftershocks and a fine sheen of sweat coated her skin in dewy moisture. "You mean to tell me you've never cum before?" said Alicia incredulously. She propped herself up on one arm and rested her hand lightly on Kiera's belly. "I've only ever had sex with Ben. He was my first boyfriend and I just thought that sex was not that amazing. I went through with it because I wanted to please him -- not because I enjoyed it." She sighed heavily realising just how stupid she had been. All this time she had been missing out on something truly wonderful. "Oh Kiera..." Alicia said softly. "You have so much to catch up on!" They lay together comfortably for a few moments, enjoying the intimacy and feelings of closeness. The film had ended and the television screen had reverted back to the ubiquitous adverts so eventually Alicia jumped up and switched it off. "Tell me," asked Kiera hesitantly. "Does this make me a lesbian?" Alicia burst out laughing. "I don't know -- you tell me!" she giggled. "Do you like men and find them attractive?" "I think so," said Kiera. "But after this...with you..." she blushed hotly remembering the wonderful feelings Alicia had given her so selflessly; "Maybe this means I'm really a lesbian?" "Well, for the record, I like men too -- but I happen to prefer women and therefore my main relationships have been with women. I feel differently with women. I can't explain it exactly; I just prefer a woman's touch. Am I making sense?" Kiera thought about it. "I think I know what you mean," she said seriously. "I suppose I might be the same way. Ben certainly never made me feel the way you did..." Once again she blushed. "When it comes to sex -- there are no rights or wrongs so don't feel guilty about what we did. I enjoyed it as much as you." Alicia smiled at her and bent to kiss her gently. Kiera suddenly felt horribly guilty. So far, she had experienced all the pleasure and she had given nothing back to Alicia. How selfish did that make her? "But you didn't..." Kiera tried to look at Alicia without blushing again -- and failed miserably. "I know I didn't. I take pleasure from giving pleasure. When you're ready we can do more. And I will look forward to it!" she grinned. "Will you stay with me tonight?" "If you're sure you want me too..." "Yes -- I'm sure." Quickly the two women stripped off their clothes and prepared for bed. Kiera tried to avoid staring at Alicia's wonderfully sexy body, but it was difficult. Her slim curves were exquisite and she was absolutely beautiful in the moonlight streaming in through the partially open curtains. They lay spooned together in the large king sized bed, Alicia's arm draped over Kiera's waist comfortably. Before she even realised she was tired, Kiera was fast asleep. Awakening Ch. 01 I was out on the piss with my sister and her friends one night in October. I hadn't had such an exciting life, the nerdy girl at school, never had a boyfriend before, never really had the time in between college and work, it had never really bothered me, you don't miss what you don't know. I was on my second Vodka and coke when he walked in. I was 21, and I later found out he was 19, Mat Bridle, sexy as fuck! He sauntered in and said hey to the group and sat down next to my sister, Emma, she gave me a sly wink. "Mat this is my little sister, Lucy." She said. He turned to me and gave me half a smile. My breath caught in my chest. "Hey sexy! How come I have never met you before?" He asked. "Oh I live in Ireland, I came over yesterday for two weeks." I replied. "I see, an Irish girl, huh?" he asked. "No, I'm not Irish!" I stated, "I was born here, and I lived here until I was sixteen, so that makes me English." "Yeah...yeah...whatever you say, do you want another drink, Irish?" "Erm...yeah...okay." I answered. He went up to the bar to get the drinks and my sister turned to me "He's cute isn't he! Do you like him?" "Hell yeah, he is so sexy!" I answered. Just then I felt a hand on the bare skin of my back, I turned expecting to see Mat back next to me. Instead I was greeted by a guy who was old enough to be my granddad. "Hey pretty young thing, where have you been hiding all my life?" he slurred. "Well for the first 50 years I was just a twinkle in my daddy's eye" I said sarcastically. "You wanna date a real man?" he leered. "If by 'real' you mean 'old' then no. Besides my boyfriend wouldn't like that!" I said. "I don't see no boyfriend." he said as he ran his hand up my thigh. "That would be me nobjockey." Mat replied as he sat beside me, putting the drinks on the table, then wrapping his arm around me. I breathed deep, partly because I was glad he came back when he did, but mostly because of the jolt of electricity that ran through my body when his hand made contact with my skin. The old guy walked off looking for another girl to hit on. "I have to go meet Martin," my sister said, "we will be back in about an hour." She headed for the door, turned back to me and mouthed "Have fun!" I turned back to Mat, who still had his arm around me, "So how did you meet Emma?" I asked. "I am much more interested in talking about you than your older sister." he said. **** Six vodka and cokes later he knew everything there was to know about me and I had gathered a little information about him. We moved to the bar and decided to do some shots. Three red after shocks later he was ready for a smoke. I followed him outside and we walked a little way down the road. He lit up and offered me one. "I don't smoke." I said. "So, Irish, are you glad you came out?" he asked. "I'm not fucking Irish!" I said as I pushed him away softly, he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer and kissed me so passionately. I didn't realize how much I wanted him until that moment. I was hungry for his kiss, his touch. I had to go further. "Let's go for a walk." he said. We walked further round the village and ended up behind a supermarket. There was not a soul in sight. He threw his cigarette away and leaned down to kiss me again. He manoeuvred me backwards so I was up against a wall. His tongue was exploring my mouth and I was massaging his tongue with mine. His hands moved down my body and he groped my butt pushing his hardening dick closer to me making me shiver. His other hand moved underneath my shirt and he started twisting my nipple. He lifted my skirt a little and hooked his finger around my panties pulling them down. "I...have...never...before" I said between breaths. "Do you want to?" he asked as he kissed my neck. "Yes, I do." With that his hand moved to my pussy, he stroked his finger across my clit, making me moan in pleasure. He stroked faster and faster until I started shuddering then his hand moved further down and he pushed a finger up inside my cunt. I all but screamed as he hit my g-spot. "Yeah, that's it make some noise for me." he whispered. He continued finger fucking me as he sucked on my tongue. Too soon enough I couldn't take any more and my breathing became faster and shallower. "Oh...my...god! I'm coming! Aaahhh!" I squealed. "Mmmm you make me so fucking horny when you come." Mat said. I could feel his dick as hard as a rock against the bottom of my stomach. I moved my hand down and started stroking it through his jeans. I turned us around so he was against the wall, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down a little, pulling his boxers down at the same time. I looked him deep in the eyes and slowly sank down to my knees. I moved closer and licked the drop of pre cum off the end of his cock. It tasted like nothing I had ever tasted before, I was addicted to the taste immediately. I moved forward and took the head in my mouth, slowly moving further down the shaft. "Oh...fuck! That feels so good, have you done this before?" he asked as he looked down at me. I shook my head infinitesimally. "You're a fucking natural" he said. I moved back up the shaft and swirled my tongue around the head, before moving down again. It hit the back of my throat and made me gag, I pulled back. "Don't worry just swallow." Mat coached. I tried again and this time when it hit the back of my throat I swallowed and it was amazing, I didn't choke. "FUCK!!" He yelled, "You have all 8 inches in" I took the encouragement and kept up a steady rhythm, I never imagined deep throating anyone, but the sounds he started making were enough to make me think it was worth it. I picked up the pace and sucked harder. "I'm gonna come in your mouth, Lucy, let me pull out if you are unsure." Fuck that I wanted the reward! I kept up the sucking and I felt his balls tighten. "Unh, FUCK ME!" Mat yelled. I kept sucking as he unloaded his cream into my mouth, I swallowed when my mouth was full and made sure to catch every drop as he squirted more and more into my mouth. I stood up and he looked me deep in my eyes, "I can't believe you swallowed it all." "I couldn't bear to waste any, you tasted so good." I replied breathless. He kissed me long and hard, "Lets go back to my place, I want you, all of you!" "I want you too. But you will have to go easy on me." I whispered. "Of course I will, don't worry you will enjoy it." he reassured me. I got myself dressed properly and he did the same. We walked the short distance to his house while I text my sister to say not to bother looking for me, I would see her tomorrow. We reached his flat and headed up the stairs, he opened the door and led the way through to the bedroom. I was so horny I couldn't wait I locked my mouth over his and he pushed me back onto the bed. He pulled my top off and unhooked my bra, "I have been thinking about sucking on these tits all night." he confessed. I felt the moist tongue glide over my nipple and then he started sucking on my tit. It felt so good. I unzipped his jeans again and we undressed each other as we kissed each other hungrily. I started stroking his cock back to full hardness. He moved his hand to my pussy, "Lucy by name, juicy by nature huh." he laughed "I want to taste you so badly" he whispered. He moved down my body licking and kissing my skin as he moved closer to my pussy. He spread my legs and buried his face into my cunt, licking my clit and sending me wild, he moved his tongue further down and pushed it inside my hole. It felt amazing he moved his tongue around lapping up all my juices. He moved his tongue back to my clit and sucked and nibbled on it as I felt his finger push up into me. He pulled it back and then inserted a second finger and finger fucked me as he pleasured my clit. It didn't take very long before I was moaning and writhing in pleasure. "I want you NOW!" I yelled. Not one to disappoint he moved back up my body, he reached over and pulled a condom out of his drawer and slipped it on his rock hard cock. He lifted my legs and leaned over me kissing me hard and stroking his cock along my slit. I felt him push into me hard and fast, I screamed in pain and a tear escaped from my eyes. He didn't move letting me get used to the intruder in my body. He kissed me deep until I gave him the nod that I was okay and ready to start moving. He pulled out of me slowly and then pushed back into me, it hurt but not as much as the first time. He kept the slow steady pace going until the pain dulled down, "Faster," I breathed. "You're sure?" he asked. "Yes, I want it faster and harder." I replied. He started pounding in and out of my cunt and I could hear our bodies slapping together when he reached full penetration. "Fuck you are so tight! I have never had anything so good in my life" he yelled. "Mmmm you're so good Mat, don't stop." I yelled back. I was close to coming after a couple more minutes of his pounding, "Aaaah unh!" I yelled as I came, he didn't stop just rode me through my orgasm. When I had recovered we rolled over so I was on top. I continued the speed as I bounced on top of his cock. "Fuck! You are so sexy, your tits are amazing when they bounce." he said as he grabbed them, massaging them as I rode him hard. "I'm gonna cum again!" I yelled. "Fuck I'm close Lucy! Don't stop! Unh!" He shuddered and held me upright as we both came hard. I collapsed on top of him when I finished milking his cock. "OH MY GOD! That was amazing!" I yelled. "That was the best fuck I have ever had!" Mat said before kissing me sensually. "When did you say you go back to Ireland?" he asked. "In 2 weeks!" I replied. "Will I see you again in that time?" "That depends...are you free tomorrow?" I laughed. Awakening Ch. 01 My very first post of anything. Sorry, no sex in this chapter. Chapter One - Agony During my eighteenth summer, my mother was approached by a widowed neighbour. She was looking for someone willing to clean up and maintain her acreage property which she had purchased two years earlier. It was in a good location – 10 acres with the house overlooking a ravine, but a bit of a mess. The house was new but unfinished, the yard was littered with piles of brush left behind by a bulldozer, presumably to be burned, etc. You get the picture – lots of work needed. The husband, whom I had not known, apparently died in a motor vehicle accident, the result of a truck blowing through a red light. He was a well connected lawyer and the firm for which he worked was in the process of making sure his widow was compensated. The offending truck belonged to a big corporation and there would be hell to pay. But not for a couple more years. The wheels of justice move slowly, leaving the injured parties with little in the interim. And that is what brought the neighbour to our door. She knew my parents as a result of a local committee she and my mother served on, and when her husband was killed, mother had spent some time consoling her. They became good friends. And that is how Laura, the acreage owner and my mother's friend, found out I was in need of summer work. Laura was in her early forties, a little younger than my folks. However she and her husband had not had children. Laura was about five feet six inches tall and blonde with hair past her shoulders which she kept mostly in a pony tail. She was neither thin or heavy, and seemed fit. Her breasts were smallish, but stood out in a T-Shirt so they weren't all that small. She had a small waist and rounded hips which looked as though they were made to have children, definitely attention getting. I'm guessing she was about 115-120 pounds. Her facial features were nice – a small straight nose, higher cheekbones and delicate features – with one exception, a scar which scored the side of her face from the right side of her mouth to a point on her jaw half way between her chin and ear. The scar was quite noticeable and gave her face a somewhat lopsided look if you were looking at her straight on when she smiled. However, the scar didn't seem to bother her in any way I could see. It certainly had no effect on how I saw her. The job on tap was cleaning up Laura's yard. She could not yet afford to have a contractor come in with machines but she could afford to pay some labour and the deal was if money got tight I would stop until things eased up. There was a lot of brush throughout the yard. I set to work with some primitive equipment - an ax, cross cut saw and matches (diesel fuel too for wet days). It actually was fun. I worked through the next few days and began to develop muscles where none had been obvious before and I worked off some energy. Things fell into a rhythm – chop, saw, gather, burn – and the small part of the yard I was working in, near the house, began to take shape. Laura was away for the first part of the week and was a little surprised at how much better her property looked when she returned. "Hi Aaron," she said. "Looks like you have been working hard." "Yeah, well, might as well earn the money. Quite a mess here." "True enough, when I bought this place, it looked pretty rough. Perhaps that is why I could afford it. The house is good though, and once the yard is cleaned up, I think it will feel like home. I bought the property just after my husband died, and I have not yet had the energy to get started." "Sorry," I said. "It must have been tough for you." With that, she just looked at me with a sad half smile and went into the house. Shortly thereafter, Laura brought out a tray of sandwiches and lemonade. "Thought you could use some refreshment." Laura had changed and was now dressed in a sleeveless blouse under which her breasts could be seen to shift slightly, shorts and white tennis shoes. I was not expecting this vision as I turned toward her and my eyes must have widened. She coloured a little, placed the tray on the ground and invited me to sit. She must have been wearing some perfume because a smell like fresh flowers entered my consciousness. Nice. "How long do you think the job will take Aaron?" she asked. "I've looked around a bit and I think if I keep up the same pace, the smaller stuff I'm working on now should take about two to three weeks," I replied. "The larger piles will require a chain saw. I might be able to borrow our garden tractor and trailer from home. Some of those trees in the piles would make good firewood. From the looks of your chimney it looks like you have a fireplace." "A woodstove actually, but you're right," Laura replied. "Sounds good, I will leave the logistics up to you," she said as she started to get up. As she rose, my eyes caught movement within her blouse and I'm afraid I seriously checked her out. Her breasts were unconfined and the blouse she wore, while not revealing, showed enough for my eyes to –on their own – seek more. Eventually when those same eyes made it up to her face they saw she had been watching me. And she was not happy about it. I was on the receiving end of a withering look of disgust. Laura looked hard at me, shook her head while clamping her teeth, the scar prominently displayed. She then turned hard on her heels and rapidly returned to the house. I stood stupidly and watched, as her muscular looking legs crossed the distance. Thinking, "Shit, what have I done now," I got back to work. Shortly thereafter Laura left the house, got into her car and left without any kind of acknowledgement. She did not return, so I had no chance to apologize – if I was supposed to. This was confusing. So I did the only thing I could think of – made mincemeat of the brush pile in front of me. I got home about 6:00 P.M. and shouted out, "I'm going to take a shower, won't be long." I took a lukewarm shower to wash as I was really hot from the work and heat of the day, then took a cold shower because I was really hot from the vision earlier in the day. Well I took a cold shower once I was finished relieving the urgency which had somehow arisen in response to my memories of Laura's blouse that afternoon. I knew then that the rest of the summer was going to be torture, especially if Laura was around. I would have to really control my eyes if I was going to be masturbating to Laura's image for the foreseeable future. As I arrived at the dinner table, Mom said "Laura was here this afternoon." At that, I choked on the orange juice I was downing and started coughing. "Are you OK?" Mom asked. "Yes sorry, too thirsty I guess." I replied, thinking "what did she say?" "Laura says you are doing a really good job and that her yard is starting to take shape. She mentioned you were going to ask us about using the tractor to haul wood and offered to pay us for using the equipment. I'm not sure we need any money. If she pays for gas that should be good enough." "Uhh. Sure I guess, so I can take the tractor tomorrow?" I asked. "Sure, I will ask your father if he phones, but there shouldn't be an issue." My father was a bit of a problem from time to time. He was not around much, being a busy pipeline contractor. Well we think he was busy, he sent money home regularly, but rarely showed up himself. When he did, he tried to set the rules make changes to how we lived. I'm assuming that did not go over so well as my two parents, after a couple days of loving behavior towards each other, started to fight. So for the most part it was just Mom and I. As I was growing she made sure I had manners and was comfortable around people. She was a little strict and taught me to respect others, especially women. Her rules made sense and they were really nothing to chafe under so I figured I had a pretty good life. During high school there had been a few girlfriends, but no one who I felt like getting attached to. When with a girl I made out as much as I could, but the exploration pretty much stopped at the clothes barrier, with the odd occasion when I could cop a feel. The girls I went out with were not willing to go further. And I was a bit shy and didn't think I should push it. I was certainly no Lothario in real life (as opposed to my fantasy life in which I was the stud of studs). Besides, there was my car which, while not amazing, was pretty cool to me. It was a 1957 four door Chev station wagon with a straight six and three speed manual transmission. So, no speed demon. It had been my uncle's and he kept it in good shape. When he bought a new car, he thought I may be interested in the Chevy, and I was. So I bought it, cheap. It was a blast to work on and gave me a sense of accomplishment as I maintained it, greasing it and changing oil, points and plugs when necessary. And I went so far as to replace the clutch when it wore out. And it was great, during the last two years of high school, I bombed around all over the place, hung out with friends, and with the car being a station wagon it was convenient, with the back seat folded forward, for some decent make out sessions. I bring up my uncle for another reason. One day he took me to the Grand Opening of a new chain of gas stations. I was twelve. At this event were girls hired for the occasion, the likes of which I had never seen. There were dressed, or rather, undressed in very short mini dresses with some kind of push up bras exposing mountains of breasts open right there for everyone to see. Like Playboy bunnies these women were close enough to reach out and touch and as I was twelve, these mounds of bare flesh were right at my eye level. I was blown away and at that very instant it was like someone started my engine and hit the gas. From then on I was obsessed. Those breasts were like the key in the ignition and from then on much of who I was, was focused on women. Secretly that is. The overpowering feelings of desire resident in my body had to somehow coexist with appropriate social behavior and restraint - all within a teenaged boy's body. The dilemma of every single male ever born. How the fuck do we ever survive? "Aaron, one more thing before you go," Mom said, as I was getting up from the table after our meal. "Yes Mom?" "Laura did say that you had made her uncomfortable this afternoon." "Ohhh shit," I thought. "Now I'm in for it!" I looked down hung my head a little in response. "Ohh?" was my response. "So I guess you know what I'm about to say!" She said with an exasperated tone. "I have an idea," I replied. "As I said, Laura likes your work and thinks you are a pretty good kid. She was concerned however when you quite obviously stared right at her breasts. She thought you were lusting after her. And she doesn't want to go through the summer having to worry about her effect on a teenaged boy. She is almost my age for Pete's sake!" "Sorry Mom," I said, thinking "Jesus, I'm going to have to get myself under control" I of course, had been lusting after Laura and had already been thinking about how to satisfy my need for more masturbating material. "I think you know that one of my goals for you is that you treat women as people and not as sexual objects." "Yes Mom." "I know you are young and 'feeling your oats,' but I think it is important for you to think about how your behaviour makes people feel. And because this subject is now out in the open, I want you to know that is another reason I am getting uneasy about you working for Laura, you have also made me feel uncomfortable quite a few times in the past couple of years." "Whaaat?" burst from my lips. "Yes, I have decided I have to say something. I don't want you getting out of hand. For at least a couple of years now you have been looking at me whenever you think I'm not paying attention. – No, don't say anything yet – And, this is hard for me to say. I think you have been going through the drawers where my bras and panties are kept. I'm not going to ask you if that is true because you'll want to deny it, however that is what I think. You may have noticed I do not wear any clothes which could in any way be suggestive. I have done this so you would not have anything to look at. Aaron, I do love you. You are my son and I want you to grow up to be a good man, one who will treat your wife and family right. Do you understand what I'm saying?" I looked up at her. Tears were streaming down her face. I did feel bad. She was, of course, entirely correct. I had used every means I could think of to get a view of Mom in various states of undress, although gave up looking in her window when I fell off the fence into a bramble and smacked my face on a rock resting so innocently on the ground. I wore the scratches and black eye for better than a week. And I had been in her drawers. And I had been in the laundry hamper, looking for worn panties. She must have suspected this too as none of her underwear had been in the hamper for some time. "Yes Mom, I didn't realize I was making you uncomfortable. I will try to be better, I am sorry." "Yes I know," Mom said, "I just don't want to lose you. We have been so close all these years and these kinds of things can drive us apart." Changing the subject, Mom said "I haven't seen Ashleigh lately, are you and her still seeing each other?" "No, not really. I did call her up a couple of times last week, but she had other things going on. I think now that school is done, she might be done with me too. I'm not going to stress over it though" I said. "Well, I think it would be good if you spent more time with your friends Aaron. You only have six weeks before College starts." My plans for school to that point had been to attend the local college for two years taking university transfer courses which would eventually lead to a degree in engineering. While at college, I had intended to stay at home and work wherever I could to earn a little spending money. Over the next few days though, as my powerful (not so much) brain ruminated over what had just happened, it seemed to me that it might be better if I got some steady work and just moved out of the house. College could wait a year. The more I thought about it, the better this idea seemed. I would not have to live in the same house with someone who felt I was a pervert and - would be entirely responsible for myself. Besides, rightly or wrongly, I was starting to resent the way things had gone down. For the next few weeks, I spent Monday to Friday at Laura's working hard to get everything done as quickly as possible. Real progress was made. And every night I left the house. However after a few nights of hanging out, it became obvious that my friends had paired off with the girls from high school and were getting laid as much as they could. And a couple of the girls I had gone out with were putting out big time – or so their new boyfriends claimed. That soured me too, what gives? I did happen to see Debbie, a relatively recent previous flame, one day. Knowing she was currently going out with Steve, a school acquaintance who boasted of her sexual energy, I asked how things were. We made small talk for a while, then I got the idea I should ask her straight out if things were better in the sexual sense with him than they were with me. So I did. Debbie blushed and said, "Well Aaron, you are a nice guy right. I really appreciated you didn't push me to have sex with you." "But Steve did?" I asked. Debbie blushed deeper, looked around a bit and replied, "Yes, but please don't tell anyone. You have always been so respectful and nice, you won't say anything will you?" "No Deb, I won't, you do realize though that if I had had any idea you would have slept with me, I would have been all over you. Would you have had sex with me?" At that Debbie looked down and said, uncomfortably, "I don't know. I think I better go. I'm supposed to meet Steve in a little while. Bye Aaron." "Wait just a sec. Would you tell me, is your relationship better because you are having sex?" With that Deb said, "It makes me feel like he really wants me and I feel so close to him. Its like he's part of me... I really have to go. See you." I happened to know that for Steve, Debbie was a great lay and not much more. He intended to be gone to university in a different State at the end of Summer and would not be looking back. So, I was a nice guy and was not getting laid. Steve was getting his brains fucked out and had no intention of being "nice." Debbie worked at the local fabric shop and had no other work or school plans at the moment. She would have to know that their relationship was temporary. Yet she was with him, not me. So here I was, a pervert who looks at his mom's underwear and lusts after a neighbour more than twice his age, who masturbates to hypothetical visions of both of them, and who can't get laid by girls his own age. This was really fucked! Somehow things had to change. Next morning over breakfast, I let Mom in on my intentions as I sat at the breakfast bar. She was busy cleaning up the kitchen, but as Mom listened she visibly stiffened, slowly turned her head towards me and just stared. "It will be really cool Mom," I exclaimed. "I will get my own place, work for a year and go to college next year. I can use the experience and it will be good to be more independent." "You have the money to go to school this year, your grades are great and you have been accepted. Are you sure you want to do this?" Mom asked, her voice quavering a little. "Well, I think it's time I started to look after myself." "Is that all?" Mom asked. "What do you mean?" "Well," she said. "Ever since we had our talk about your behaviour, you have been different, more remote. You have been keeping to yourself and generally avoiding me." "Maybe some distance would be good," I said. Not wanting to continue with this conversation I inserted "Well, off to work – see you later." I virtually ran out the door, got on the tractor – which I had brought home to service – started it and headed down the road. As I drove toward Laura's, there she came driving the opposite way. I waved, she didn't, but she did acknowledge me with a brief nod. I looked behind me just in time to see her turn onto our driveway. "What's up now?" I thought. "Oh well, I'll be done here in a couple weeks, then move into town, get some work, and get on with what I want to do." Of course, I really had no idea what I wanted. After finishing for the day, I drove into town to get some food and see who was around. There was a locally owned burger joint where people our age hung out and that is where I was headed. I had a new attitude. From now on, I felt, I was going to get in on whatever action was to be found. One of the girls I knew from biology class and a former lab partner, was there. As a lab partner, Becky left something to be desired, but as a female presence sitting next to me in the lab I had had no complaints. I always helped her with the reports and I think she appreciated it. Of course, "helping" allowed me to spend more time in with her. And her presence was entrancing, a 5 feet tall, tight sweatered, long blonde, taut jeaned and lightly perfumed revelation. I suspect she knew how she came across I went over, said "Hi" and asked if I could join her. She looked kind of surprised, but smiled and said "Sure." I slid into the booth and asked "So Becky, what have you been up to this summer?" "Just working at my Mom's hairdressing shop, cutting hair and helping out. How about you?" "I've been working for a neighbour, clearing brush and landscaping. It has taken most of the summer, but I'm just about done. What's Rick up to?" I asked. At the mention of her boyfriend, there was a short but unmistakable frown from which she quickly recovered and remarked, "He's still working at the glass shop. I'm meeting him here." Awakening Ch. 01 We chatted for a few minutes, I ordered a burger and then Rick stepped through the door and dropped heavily into the booth pushing Becky up against the window. "Aaron, my man. Are you here stealing my girl?" "Hey, when you have the best looking girl in town, I think you have to be prepared for some competition!" I shot back. "Yes she is isn't she," Rick replied. "She's just the girl for me." I thought I saw a slight look of resignation or something on Becky's face as he pulled her close to him. Rick said "What are you doing tonight?" Having no plans I said, "Nothing yet." "Why don't you come to the party I'm having. I have my own place, a house on 7th and Lamont – number 7047." "That sounds great, what time," I asked. "Once you're done that burger, come over. You can help me set up. Bring something to drink." "OK, see you there." Becky looked over at me and I could not tell what her expression was, it was somewhat blank. She got out of the booth slower than necessary and glanced my way again. I could have sworn she was imploring me with her eyes not to come. Then I thought I heard Rick mutter under his breath, "Come on slut, let's go." "Whoa!" I thought, "What's going on there." Of course, with my new "attitude" I was feeling tough towards the world and no longer wanted to miss out. So I was going to be there come hell or high water. A party at Rick's place was sure to include lots of women. It was a little weird being invited to Rick's place. We were not exactly friends, but not enemies either. He had been a football player and was the kind of guy who intimidated everyone he could. But, he had replaced the windshield on my Chevy and helped me get a side rear window to replace the one which was cracked so I had a reasonably favourable impression of him. We had never crossed swords. I got to Rick's about half an hour later, after picking up half a case of beer from a guy who always had some for sale to minors. I rang the doorbell and Becky answered. To my surprise she was dressed in type of French Maid's outfit. It was stunning, with a short black skirt, and stockings, which I could see the tops of and a white blouse – open to expose her breasts which were pushed up by a black bra reminiscent of the girls at the gas station opening so many years ago. I'm sure houseflies had room and the time to fly around my mouth while I gaped at this incredibly arousing sight. And arousing it was. "Hello Sir," Becky said. "Please come in." "Uh, Hi Becky – wild outfit!" I exclaimed. She said nothing to that, closed the door behind me and asked, "May I take your beer Sir?" I said sure and followed her as she walked to the kitchen in shoes with spiked heels that looked to be 4" high. "Where's Rick," I asked. "Master will be back soon Sir. He asked that I make sure Sir is comfortable" She replied. "Would Sir like a beer?" What the hell? "Why are you talking like this Becky?" "In Master's house, I obey Master's commands." "Oh." I said stupidly, and after a few moments said, "Sure I'll have a beer." With that, Becky opened one beer, placed it on a serving tray, stepped up to me, kneeled while holding the tray level with the top of her head and said softly "Here Sir." I took the beer, murmured "thanks" and watched as she walked to the fridge into which she put the remaining bottles, bending over slightly so that I saw the uncovered firm looking flesh of her bottom. "Jesus," I thought. "What have I got myself into." "So Aaron, does my little slut turn you on!" boomed Rick from the entrance to the kitchen. I was so startled I dropped the beer which spilled some before I could snatch it back up. "Slut, get over here and lick up the beer on the floor!" Rick crowed at Becky. "Yes Master." "Do you want to fuck her Aaron?" Rick said softly behind me while Becky licked up the spilled beer, her pantiless ass sticking well up into the air. "She will do anything you want, suck your cock, you can fuck her ass – anything." I had to admit, this scene was mind-fuckingly turning me on. "There really is no party tonight," Rick said. "Or rather, there is but it consists of just those of us in this room." Becky finished her duty and began to get up. "Stay where you are," Rick commanded. She stopped. "Spread your legs." She complied, now on her hands and knees with her knees about 18 inches apart. Rick stepped over to her, pulled her skirt up off her bare bottom, placed his hand on one cheek and rubbed a finger across her anus and on into her vagina." Becky gasped with a sharp intake. "How does that feel, slut?" he demanded. "Wonderful Master, your fingers feel so good inside of me." "Act like the true slut you are and tell me what you want Aaron to do to you, what you love." "I want Aaron inside my pussy, I want him to shoot his sperm into me, I want to suck his cock, I want him to fuck me in the ass. I want him to abuse me in any way he wants." I started to freak out. I was turned on, hot from the scene in front of me and incredibly hard. Yet ... at the same time this felt so wrong. Becky's eyes from the restaurant were haunting me. I could hear my mother's thoughts about respecting women in my mind and, as Becky's words "abuse me" sunk in, I knew I had to go. I fled, running to my car to the sound of Rick's laughter and his words fading as I ran, "I knew he didn't have the balls! Ha Ha Ha Ha." Ha Ha Ha. Unbelievable. Fuck Fuck Fuck! I drove out of town and down a deserted road to a spot in the middle of nowhere, a grove of trees in a field where I often came for privacy. By the time I got there, I was hard again and masturbated to the new image of Becky in costume. So now I had a new fantasy image, but no orifice of any kind had ever experienced my virgin penis. I had no idea what the sensation of a blowjob or a fuck would be. I had no idea how this would affect my mind, or what kind of relationship I would be able to have with whoever I made love to. What did stick with me from this experience was, I wanted someone willing. There was no way I could convince myself that Becky really wanted me to use her in the ways Rick had prompted her to say. Yet the submission had turned me on. "God, how do I deal with this," I thought. Finished in body, mind and spirit I drove slowly home.