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Julia

By: Runyon



Tom and I have been together for seven years now. . . just long enough to get the itch I guess. Tom is 40 and getting even better looking with age, I'm 35 and holding my own. I still have lots of guys at work hit on me and even several of Tom's friends have tried it. I just take it as a compliment and move on. every thing is fine with us, marriage wise but lately we've been doing some things a little wilder than ever before. we skinny dip in our pool in the day time, daring the neighbors to look, and we went dancing at a club, where I wore a very short skirt and no panties or bra. several guys got a good look and I was in great demand as a dance partner. we went home from the club an almost wore out the mattress.

I guess that's what brought up the next thing in our lives, Tom came home from work on Tuesday, all grins. he had received an invitation to a new club that had just opened called high wire. I had heard of this new club at work, it's a private club that it supposed to be for swingers. I told Tom what I had heard and he said that he was told that it was a sexually free club but you could just participate as much or as little as you wanted and there was no pressure. he said he'd like to go and see what it was like, if I was game. I said well maybe, but I'd have to think about it.

Well Tom didn't mention it again for a couple of days, but I'll admit that's about all I though about, so on Thursday when he said what about we go Saturday I said why not. Tom said that I should buy a dress for the club because what I had wouldn't fit I said what should I buy and he said something I couldn't wear any place else. I was beginning to get the message that this was going to be wilder than any thing we'd done yet. the more I though about it the more turned on I got.

Friday after work I went out to buy a dress, I had no idea where to look for a sex dress but a couple of girls at work told me of some shops and gave me a big wink. I bought the most outrageous dress you could imagine it was see through with just a little darker lace over the nipple and crotch area. I tried it on and it was the sexiest thing I ever saw. I thought there was a good chance I could get arrested in it before we ever got to the club.

Tom came home and wanted to see the dress I said not till Saturday I was afraid he wouldn't let me wear it, if he saw it first. as it turned out there was no worry about that.

Saturday morning I got my hair done and waited for the big night. about 9:00pm Tom said to get ready as it was time, I took a big tequila up to our room and stripped down and pulled the sheath over my body. I'm rather proud of my body. and it a good thing because I was naked in a dress. I had to drink all that glass and another to even think about going into public dressed like that. I walked downstairs and Tom hit the floor. I said you said a dress I couldn't wear any place else. he said well you got it alright, but I could tell he was excited about taking me out in the dress. he was going to show me to everybody, and see what happened.

We drove to the club and it was really elegant, no trace of sleaze. valet parking, a door man and a beautiful setting overlooking the beach. we approached the door and the doorman never even noticed I was naked, well might as well have been. we walked in and the place was really full of people. most of the women were as naked as I was, I saw why the door man didn't notice. immediately a topless waitress took our drink orders, and they came almost as fast, I took a big slug of my tequila and looked around. all at once a beautiful girl walked up to me. kissed me on the lips and caressed my breast. she said welcome to high wire, are you new? I said yes , and she said I though so, you are beautiful and your friend isn't bad either. I was going to say Tom was my husband. but I don't think it mattered here.

I could not believe what was going on, I was standing in a club full of strangers, mostly naked with a beautiful woman playing with my tits and was making no effort to stop her. it felt as natural as anything I'd done. I thought I'd better introduce Julia to Tom (she told me her name when she kissed me) Tom was very glad to meet her as she is stunning. Julia told Tom he was over dressed and asked if minded her getting him more into it. he naturally said no and she started taking his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt. she pulled him close by his tie an gave him a kiss that dripped with passion. she then gave his coat an tie to a topless check girl who gave him a chit . I noticed that a lot of men had on Chippendale costumes, and thought if we come again I'll get Tom one, he'd really look great.

Julia took us on a tour of the club explaining the rules an stuff. there was a dance floor and couples were dancing naked, and simulating sex. Julia explained that genital contact was forbidden until you crossed "the line" in the club. there was a line in the rear and beyond that were group an private rooms. Julia took us to a group room and it was filled with about fifty people having group sex. Julia said if you entered you were expected to have sex any way with any partner that approached you. I said I didn't think we were ready for that yet. Julia said most people weren't at first. she said it was a good place to meet tho. Julia had been walking us around holding Tom and my hands. she had kissed us both several times and continued to caress my tits.

Julia got me aside while Tom was watching the group sex and asked if we might like to go to her place? I said that would be nice, and she said are you willing to share him. I hadn't thought of Tom with another woman, but I said I'd share him with you Julia. she said great but will he share you with me. wow , that hit me so hard my knees shook. I thought we're this far I guess he will, and told her I thought so.

Tom got his coat from the girl and I told him we were going to Julia's. he got a big smile and said lets go. Julia had come in a taxi and asked if we had room. we had the big car so we both said great. as our happy group got to the car Julia said that her and I should ride in the back like Tom was a chauffeur. as soon as we got into the back seat and started off, Julia was all over me. she kissed me for a very long time running her tongue down my throat. I was sopping wet and I felt her fingers start to probe my pussy. it was the first time I had ever been with a woman. it felt natural and I was smoking hot

I had noticed Tom adjusting the mirror when he started to drive and knew he was watching this beautiful woman ravish his wife. by the tine we got to Julia's we were all hotter than we've ever been. we walked in and tore off our clothes, Tom was harder than I've ever seen him and he immediately went after Julia . Julia went to her knees and started sucking him. I dropped down beside her and we both went after him. it was so exotic I was kissing Julia and kissing toms cock all at the same time. we were kissing and sucking and playing with each others tits. suddenly Tom couldn't take any more and wanted to fuck Julia, so I helped him. I would suck her tits and kiss her while he fucked her

Tom soon came and laid back spent. Julia jumped up and got him a big drink. She asked him if he wanted to share me with her, and watch. He said that he wanted nothing more. Julia then took me as only a woman can take a woman the moment her hot tongue found my clit I came. In the next hour I never stopped coming.

Tom and I are going to the club again, I'm getting him a Chippendale outfit. I still see Julia, and will till she tires of me. Tom knows and I think it turns him on. I will always have men, but I also will never be with out a woman, Julia made me whole.

Julia



Sitting on the dock alone, I watched the early morning sun peek out from behind Mount Hood. This was the end of a long night of sitting here thinking - remembering. I played the last year over and over in my mind, trying to make sense of what happened.

I suppose it started when I met Julia. That was the day my life began and ended. I didn't really think much of her then. It was a short introduction at a party. We shook hands and passed a few words. Then she was off to mingle. I didn't see her again for several weeks. When I did, it was at an art show. I'd gone there with a Japanese woman I've known for a very long time. She was a friend, nothing more. Some guy and his wife were in a argument over something. They were making quite a scene. I bent to whisper a rude comment to my friend while watching the couple.

Then I heard a laugh. It wasn't my friend. I looked down and she was standing next to me. I stared at her a moment.

"I was thinking the same thing," she said with a wide smile.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I thought I was talking to my friend, Miko," I stammered. "You're Julia, right? I met you at Howard's party."

"Yes, I remember you." Again she smiled that smile. That smile. I felt something when I saw it.

From that moment on we talked. We talked about everything. We talked about our kids. We talked about our friends. We talked about everything. It was almost like we couldn't talk enough. After the art show, we went to Starbuck's and sat and drank Latte' and talked until they closed.

The next night we met at a little Italian place, Luigi's, for dinner. We drank red wine and talked and talked. We never got around to eating. 

Every night for weeks we met and talked. Every day I looked forward to our meeting. I suppose you could call me a rough old bastard, because I really don't care much for women. My X-girlfriend cured me of women. After her, I swore, "Never again!" That woman was a cast-iron bitch. But, Julia was different. She touched me somehow. That smile. In a way I found it confusing, but I couldn't stop seeing her.

August 23rd, 2006. That was the night. I remember it as if it were just an hour ago. Julia and I were sitting in a little coffee shop in Hawthorne. She was prattling on about something. I wasn't really listening. I clearly remember reaching out and putting my hand on hers. Then I heard myself saying, "Julia. I think I'm falling in love with you."

Julia's eyes got large. She pulled her hand away. Then she stood and ran - I really mean ran - from the coffee shop. I was too stunned to even follow her. How could I be such an ass? Does my mouth have a mind of its own? I could have died there on the spot. Not because of what I said, but because I knew it was true.

I drove home wanting to die, wishing I'd kept my big mouth shut. That night I couldn't sleep. The next morning I went to work and couldn't work. That night I drove home from work still wishing I could have kept my mouth shut. I was lost.

At home I sat in my den staring at the wall. I couldn't think. I didn't want anything. The phone rang. I answered on the third ring. It was Julia.

"I'm sorry about last night."

"Don't worry about it. I should have..."

"No. You don't understand. You said exactly what I was thinking too. I just..."

"Really?"

"I didn't know what to say. It scared me, so I ran. Meet me at Luigi's. Please."

"Okay. Luigi's. Say, in an hour?"

"Yes." I heard the phone click as Julia hung up.

It's hard to explain how I felt at that moment. The best I can say is I felt something like a condemned man strapped in the electric chair, the warden with his hand on the switch on the Governor on the phone with a full pardon. 

I ran to the shower. I chuckle thinking how fast I cleaned up and got ready to leave. Then I arrived at Luigi's twenty minutes early. I circled the block thinking I would look pretty stupid sitting there in the restaurant waiting for Julia. But I spotted her Ford Explorer parked at the curb just around the corner. I parked and walked into the restaurant. Julia was sitting in a booth near the back.

I slid in next to her. I think I wanted to touch her to see if this was real and not some daydream. Julia leaned over an kissed me on the lips.

I was both shocked and delighted. I touched her arm and drew her to me. Then kissed her back. It was delicious. Our tongues played and darted. Her body pressed against me so hard I could feel the beat of her heart.

Later, we retuned to the houseboat where I lived and made love in the sleeping loft for the first of many times that night. Thinking back, I can still feel the soft, smoothness of her skin, hear her moans, feel her fingers in my hair, feel her heels digging into my back, feel her legs clamped tightly around my neck. The gentle touch of her hands grew with the passion until she became a tigress, clawing me as she writhed in her orgasms.

When she left in the early hours, I was exhausted. There was nothing left of me. I felt as though I had been devoured by her. Not that I really minded. By then I knew I was in love with her.

The next day she called me on the phone. "I'm going to the mountain. My aunt is sick. I need to be with her."

"How long will you be gone?"

"I don't know. I hope only a few days. I will miss you, darling."

"And I will miss you too," I replied sadly. "But hopefully, it will only be a short time."

Julia smiled and touched my hand. I can still remember her sitting there. Her long dark brown hair flowing over her shoulders. And that smile. That smile that seemed to touch my heart in a way I can never explain. I had to force myself to hold back. All I wanted to do was take her in my arms and hold her, kiss her, tell her how much I loved her. But there were no words, only emotions of pending loss flooding through me.

I never saw her again. 

It's hard to even remember the following months. I slept. I worked. I went through the motions. But was I alive? Was there any reason to go on living? Every moment Julia filled my mind. I could look at a blank wall and see her smiling face. I could close my eyes and smell the fresh scent of her hair and hear her laughter. I was not really alive. Agony was more like how I lived.

The sun was now just over the peak of the mountain turning the sky a deep red. The clouds wandered slowly across the sky as I watched, almost as if my entire world had slowed to a snail's pace. I stared upward into the deep blue and felt as if I were drowning in a great sea. Maybe it was a sea - a sea of despair. 

Inside my head I could hear my telephone ringing again. I couldn't recognize the voice on the other end.

"This is Sergeant Maxwell of the State Police," it said. "I have some bad news."

"I have some bad news." Those words screamed over and over again inside my head. The police officer didn't have to say anything farther. With those words I knew somehow. 

Now exactly a year later, sitting here on the dock, I have tears streaming down my face. I long to see her, touch her, love her, to live again.

I looked up at the raising sun. "I will be with you soon, my love." Still crying, I put the gun to my head. "Soon now, my love." 



Julia



Dawn.

The summer sun rises over the horizon and smiles down upon the drifting sands below. Hauntingly melancholy voices of seagulls pierce the quiet of this remote riverside beachfront island.

Morning. 

Today, as every day before, comes the ceaseless trickle of visitors to this picturesque location. Mostly men, searching for signs of pleasure and escape along the smooth, gentle expanse of the warm beach. The trail from the parking lot is almost a mile long, passing through a formidable grove of tall bamboo-like weeds, creating the illusion that one is visiting the tropics. Concealing the beach from gawkers. Forcing the curious to follow a narrow path down to the water's edge, where sights of golden, nude bodies abound and the mind is free to perceive a world of pleasure and simplicity.

Off to one side of the beach, at trail's end, a grassy field borders the water. Nearby one can spot the day's gathering off pleasure craft, their anchors tying them to this place as if there were nowhere else in existence worth stopping. Throughout the region, the smells of suntan oil permeate the air.

Julia has visited this beach every day for the past five weeks, ever since her term of teaching duties at the university ended in late May. Captivated by the beauty of the open beach, she ventures back each morning with the urgency of a child seeking its long-lost parent. Out here, among the beach people and the open spaces, she seems to forget so much of her past 42 years and the heartaches she's known since beginning her academic career so long ago. In this place she finds a peace and tranquility that in academic life has so often eluded her.

Today, Julia notices there are more people than usual as she descends the path toward the spit of land reserved for nude sunbathing and swimming. It must be the holiday crowds beginning, she thinks to herself. July 4th is only two days away, and the summer heat has intensified during the past week. The beach draws an interesting combination of city escapees, vacationers, and curious locals who come to see if there's any truth to the stories they've heard about this sensual paradise. 

Although there are more people, Julia still has much open space to choose from as she approaches the edge of the water. She drops her blanket and carrying bag on the end of a grassy field which borders the access trail to the beach.

Gazing out into the water at all the boats, she reaches to remove her floppy hat and steps out of her shoes. The relative simplicity of dress at the beach has dramatically altered her daily wardrobe. Where she used to dress in formal suits and plain blouses for her classes, now her attire consists of simple shorts, thin blouses, and often the absence of underwear. Julia loves the free feeling of the fresh air upon her as it swishes through her hair and over her smooth skin. As she slips her fingers down to open the front of her light cotton blouse her breasts tingle from sudden exposure to the sunlight and cool morning breeze.

There has been so much to think about these past few weeks. One year ago she was still recovering from a blistering tenure battle at the university. Although she emerged victorious, the experience had left many emotional scars as well. More recently, Julia ended her second marriage-the victim of an unsupportive husband who was blind to so many of her professional and personal struggles. 

Somehow, ever since her husband moved out of their home last year, Julia found it impossible to remain alone in that enormous house for many hours at a time, especially during the long summer days. Her restless mind sought a place of refuge, and a friend had recommended this beach for a day's escape. But it was Julia who discovered the secluded nude section, which is carefully separated from the more well-known picnic area at the other end of the beach. One days' visit turned into five weeks as she found herself being drawn into this intoxicating environment.

Slipping off her blouse, Julia feels the rush of pleasure and freedom that revealing her body to the sun brings. She cares not that anyone may notice her demure display of nakedness, having become fully acculturated to the ways of the beach community. Here, clothes seem so unnecessary. She remains standing as her fingers slide the zipper of her shorts down and she lets them fall to the ground. Now her silken thighs are as naked as her breasts, and no trace of unexposed skin remains on her body. Five weeks of sun have tempered her tender skin to a golden tan. 

Taking out a bottle of musk oil from her bag, she kneels on her towel and begins to apply the liquid to her upper torso. After filling her hand with a generous portion she begins her daily ritual of rubbing it slowly, tenderly over her skin. Beginning with her shoulders, her oil-soaked fingers trail down toward the slope of her breasts. This is one of her favorite moments. She loves the feeling her sensitive nipples produce. As she covers them with oil, they rise to delicate peaks from her fingers' persistent attention.

On some days the excitement of these moments is so intense that Julia, overcome with desire, wanders off quietly into the tall bushes to delight her body with tender caresses. The sheer bliss of simple erotic pleasure brought on by her self-stimulation is a new discovery for Julia. Never in all of her years of marriage and academic life has she ever felt free to indulge in such delicious activities. 

Lying face-up upon her white beach blanket, Julia slowly parts her smooth legs. A young couple descend the trail nearby on their way toward the open mid-section of the island. The man and woman look appreciatively at Julia's nude body as they pass by, and the young woman steals a furtive glance just as Julia's oil-covered fingers slide down to coat the sensitive flesh along the insides of her upper thighs.

Often after Julia first arrives in the morning, she feels inspired to write down whatever thoughts come into her head. One of the special features of this place for her is its ability to stimulate her creative juices. In the past few weeks she's composed a host of short stories, something she never had time to do under the typical constraints of her academic lifestyle. Many of her stories contain elements of romanticism or eroticism, and most feature women as the principal characters. 

Though this beach is a haven for men, Julia often notices an appreciable number of women coming to visit as well. Sometimes in groups of two or three, often accompanied by a male partner, and occasionally just by themselves. Being located in a spot where she can watch most people descending the path leading to the island, Julia observes most of the women as they enter the area. Often a single woman will set up her own spot near to Julia's site, perhaps feeling safer from being near another woman's private space than around the groups of men on the other side of the beach. Younger women in their late teens and twenties are the most prevalent. Julia enjoys watching their youthful, carefree manners. "I wish I could have been so free-spirited when I was their age!" she thinks to herself, wondering whether she might ever see any of her former students here.

Today a group of young women happen to be visiting. Four of them bounce along the path near Julian's site, their tan, bikini-clad bodies barely concealed. As two more walk past, Julia looks up to watch them proceeding toward the more crowded section of the beach where a volleyball net has been set up. The women are laughing and teasing each other-obviously this is a new experience for them all. Julia enviously drinks in the sight of their firm young bodies and suddenly has an idea. Grabbing her note pad, she begins sketching the basic outline for a new story.

Minutes pass as Julia continues feverishly writing, periodically looking up to watch the people playing at the other end of the beach. Her body tingles as she gazes at the sight of the six women, now all nude, who one-by-one walk over to dip their feet in the warm water. Julia notices one woman in particular who is in her early 20s. She has long, dark hair trailing down her back and a very firm, athletic body. Her legs show signs of well-seasoned muscles. "Probably a runner," Julia thinks to herself. A second woman who is blonde and fair-skinned walks over to speak to the first woman.

Suddenly becoming aware that she is staring at them, Julia feels herself blush and quickly looks around to see if anyone has noticed her innocent voyeurism. But no one else is near her private site. Then in a moment of inspiration, Julia rises and walks over to the water's edge near the other women. Her tanned body glistens in the hot sun as beads of perspiration form trickles of moisture running down her back. Somewhat self-consciously she wonders, "Should I be having such thoughts about other women?" as she immerses her body in the water. Julia allows her mind to wander freely as she closes her eyes.

Within view of Julia's bathing spot another young woman walks alone, following the long path from the parking lot. Minutes earlier Julia had woken from her daydream and departed the water to locate her beach towel nearby. Looking up toward the pathway as she dries off, she watches the other woman slowly approaching her area. Though still fairly far away, something about this woman's appearance triggers a feeling in Julia she has not known for a long time. The woman, who is perhaps 25, is wearing shorts, a thin t-shirt, and sandals. Something about this woman-perhaps the way she walks-looks familiar to Julia. Her head is tipped back, her long golden hair tossing freely in the wind.

Instantly a flood of emotions and memories come back to Julia as she recognizes one of her former students, Holly. Her surprise is heightened by the realization that Holly will probably not recognize her-indeed she would probably never expect to find her here. But before Julia can do anything else the other woman passes by her private site and gazes intently at her.

"Oh, excuse me," Holly says as she approaches Julia's site. "I didn't mean to disturb your privacy." 

Apparently still not recognizing Julia, Holly tries not to stare at her nakedness. Julia's body is a much deeper shade of tan than is Holly's.

"Holly, is that really you???" exclaims Julia. "It's me, Julia!"

"Oh my gosh. Julia, I didn't recognize you!" Holly responds, blushing as she looks more closely at the nude figure of her former professor. 

Holly, too, is suddenly filled with emotions, the image of Julia's voluptuous body unleashing many new and strange feelings. Holly struggles to remain calm while inside her heart beats wildly and her pulse races. Not knowing how to relate to Julia in this strange context, she grows quiet.

"I guess you never thought you'd find your old professor out here of all places, did you?" Julia laughs lightheartedly. "But then, until a few weeks ago I never expected to be in a place like this either. Now I come out here every day!"

"You do?" says Holly. "I've never been here before. I came out to the park to think a lot of things over, and I ran into a friend who suggested I take a stroll down to the nude section. This is my first visit to a nude beach, ever."

"Well, I hope it won't be your last," Julia responds warmly. "Are you going to be in the City for a while this time?"

"Maybe. I just don't know right now," Holly replies in a tone betraying unhappiness.

At this moment both women realize the awkwardness of the situation. They had last seen one another a year ago, right after Julia gained her tenure. During their luncheon celebration, Julia announced to Holly her decision to get a divorce. And Holly told Julia of her plans to return to her career in New York. That day they departed from one another's lives without resolving any of the issues raised during that stormy summer afternoon. Neither woman had written to the other since then.

Now as she looks upon Holly for the first time in a year, all of these memories return to Julia. She feels pleased that they've encountered each other again, but wonders what they have left to talk about.

"Would you like to join me?" she offers as a way of easing the tension of the moment.

"Don't you mind my interrupting your solitude?" Holly asks.

"Oh, no, Holly," replies Julia. "I'm so glad to see you. I missed you so much after I last saw you. I was afraid I might never see you again." 

"Well, I missed you too," Holly responds softly. "Even if you didn't think I cared," she adds, a trace of regret in her voice. 

As Holly sets down her things to take out a beach towel, Julia wonders how Holly feels about seeing her nude, and whether she feels uncomfortable about removing her own clothes. Julia wants to hug her, but her nakedness seems to complicate matters.

The excitement which Julia had felt earlier in the day now floods back through her mind as she contemplates watching Holly undress. Try as she might, she cannot chase away the tender urges she is feeling at Holly's presence and at having Holly see her nude, golden body. She decides to gently encourage Holly to become accustomed to the ways of the beach, hoping to gaze upon the beautiful body of her young friend. 

"There are a lot of people here," Julia begins. "I like it here because people leave you alone if you want to be. And there are usually a number of women here each day, so I don't feel like I'm the only woman around for the men to gawk at. Besides, I'm too far over the hill for most of these guys to notice!" she adds with laughter.

"Oh, Julia, you're *beautiful*. You've got a long way to go before you'll be over the hill," Holly comments with a sweet smile. "My goodness, I never thought so many people would visit a nude beach."

"Yes, there are a lot of people, especially because of the holidays. But until today, I've never run into anybody I knew here," says Julia. "Of course, in my line of work, that's not surprising!" she adds, somewhat sarcastically.

"I've never taken my clothes off in public before, Julia. It feels a bit strange. Do you get used to it?" Holly begins to raise her t-shirt over her head.

"Now that I've been doing it for a while, I positively love it," Julia replies while watching Holly. 

Firm and shapely, Holly's body reminds Julia of how she looked when she was in graduate school. Memories of Sandra, her former roommate, drift back into her consciousness. Vivid images reappear of a warm summer's night when she and Sandra went for a midnight walk along the seashore. Having revealed many of their deepest secrets and desires to each other, the two women grew very close. On that night, they swam nude in the warm surf of the California coast. Overcome by the beauty of their moonlit private spot near the rocks, Julia allowed Sandra to introduce her to the love of another woman.

Trying not to stare, Julia temporarily looks away while Holly unhooks her bra, but then looks back once she sees it fall to the ground. Holly's breasts are as large and full as Julia had imagined. Julia catches her breath as she watches Holly's nipples stiffening.

"You have such pretty breasts, Holly," Julia says with an air of ease and assurance. "But they look so tender and white, you'd better put on a lot of lotion before you let the sun get hold of them." 

Julia watches intently as Holly pours a liberal portion of suntan oil into the palm of her hand. Rubbing together her hands to fully coat them, Holly raises both to her breasts. Julia feels herself growing aroused as she observes Holly rubbing the oil into her skin.

"Your breasts are all golden brown, like the rest of you, Julia. You have a very pretty body," Holly remarks as she shyly glances at Julia. "You must come out here a lot."

"In more ways than one!" exclaims Julia laughingly, wondering if she will shock Holly with her implied reference to sexuality. 

At this moment Julia decides to let her feelings and intuition take over. She senses that Holly is as excited by her presence as she is by Holly's.

As Holly stands near the towel on which Julia is lying, she feels the closeness between her and Julia returning. Slipping her shorts down her pale white legs, she faces Julia wearing only a tiny pair of panties. Holly's fingers slip into the waist band and gently tug the panties down her thighs. As she stands naked with her thighs slightly parted, Julia gazes hungrily upon Holly's naked form, feeling a growing dampness between her own legs. A powerful erotic tension seems to be filling the air. Neither woman speaks as Holly kneels on her towel, facing Julia. Julia suddenly notices Holly is breathing more rapidly than normal, and looking up at Holly's face she feels their eyes suddenly lock.

"You, too, have a beautiful body, Holly," Julia speaks into the other woman's ear, just loud enough to rise above the sound of a passing motorboat. Then, extending her hand, she invites Holly to lie upon the towel next to her.

"Please, may I rub oil on your back?" Julia asks innocently.

"Yes, Julia, I'd like that a lot," Holly volunteers, attempting to control the variety of emotions she is feeling.

Taking the oil, Julia pours some directly upon Holly's pale, soft back, starting at the tops of her shoulders and descending along the length of her shoulder blades. 

Julia has never actually touched another woman so intimately before. The night she had spent with Sandra long ago had been an introduction to feminine eroticism that was never repeated. Julia remained the passive recipient of Sandra's caresses, afraid to give in to her desire to return the pleasure. Soon afterwards Julia had married, never to see Sandra again. 

As she spreads the oil over Holly's skin the images return to her thoughts. Setting down the bottle and pressing both hands into Holly's stiff back muscles, she concentrates on relaxing her completely.

"You're so tense," Julia observes. "It's going to take some time to loosen up these tight muscles." 

Gazing down over Holly's body, Julia wants at this moment to touch her more intimately-to bring waves of sensual pleasure to Holly. Never before has she felt such a longing to indulge her desires, not even with her former husband. Julia wrestles with her many conflicting thoughts and emotions, wanting to go slowly and make Holly feel totally at ease.

"Julia, I said a lot of things when I saw you last year that I'm sorry for now," begins Holly. "Like, for example, my putting down the academic world where you work. I mean, that was awfully insensitive of me after all of the effort you put into winning your tenure." 

"That's okay now," responds Julia while her fingers continue kneading Holly's muscles, slowly trailing lower down her back. "Actually, you have many wonderful insights into that world that I've been blind to," she continues. "I guess my zeal to win tenure prevented me from seeing some of the problems. But you're right. Academic life's not all it's cracked up to be, and maybe I'm just a phony for trying to fit in..."

"But you made such a wonderful difference in that place, Julia," Holly continues. "You brought a totally fresh and different perspective to the subjects you taught. When you talked about things, they made so much more sense to me than when anybody else did. And when I watched you, I really *did* feel inspired. I would finish talking with you or listening to one of your lectures and that night I would go to bed dreaming of you. So many times I told my girlfriends I wanted to be like you-to follow in your footsteps."

"Then why did you go away from it all?" Julia asks, her voice again reflecting her disappointment.

"Because I couldn't bear to watch your spirit being stifled," Holly responds. "You always had to fight and struggle for just one ounce of respect in that place. Nobody else cares about students in that department the way you do either. If you left, it would be such a cold, forbidding place to be a student. They didn't-they don't-really respect you, Julia. They just tolerate you because you're too brilliant for them to be without."




Julia



These last words seem to strike a particularly sensitive spot in Julia. Her hands have ceased pressing into Holly's back. Instead, they lightly trace small circles over her shoulders. Suddenly Holly becomes aware of Julia's silence and at the same moment feels a warm, moist drop fall upon her back. She looks up to see Julia crying quietly and fears she has hurt her very deeply.

Turning over to look up at her, Holly sees the pain in Julia's eyes. It is a pain that has been there for many years, yet this is the first moment that Holly has allowed herself to really pay attention. 

"Oh, Julia, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to go on like that. It's just..."

"Please, don't ever be sorry for saying what you really feel," Julia speaks softly while wiping away her tears. "You're right. You've always been right. I just haven't wanted to listen-I haven't wanted to see it, that's all. I've closed my eyes to so many of the things that are wrong in my world. That's why I come out here now. To think about all those things you used to tell me when you were still around."

"But aren't you happy?" Holly asks. "I mean, you've got tenure. You're protected. Nobody can bother you now."

"That doesn't exactly erase my memories," Julia says.

Looking deeply into her eyes, Holly feels the pain that Julia shows on her face. At this moment, she sees how fragile and vulnerable Julia really is underneath her calm, self-assured exterior. Intuitively, Holly has always known this part of Julia, but neither woman has felt comfortable before in acknowledging it. Just now, though, all pretense melts away as Holly, too, recognizes her own vulnerability.

"Oh, Julia, I know it's been hard," Holly declares with a melancholic sigh. "And you gave so much of yourself to me, only to have me throw it all away. Instead I had to run off to fulfill my silly fantasies about becoming a famous dress designer. I thought it was all such a big dream come true. But it's all been a big disappointment for me." 

Julia looks at Holly, feeling puzzled at this sudden admission.

"Why Holly, I thought you were having such a wonderful time in New York," Julia remarks with genuine concern, feeling relieved to shift the conversation away from her own troubled thoughts.

"I did for a while, but then the glamour wore off," replies Holly. "New York is a very cold, hard place. It's terribly competitive working in the fashion industry. Every day the buyers want new styles. And most of them aren't things I even like to make. I love to make clothes that flatter a woman and her sense of herself. I really think every woman is beautiful, and I've always enjoyed designing something that will enhance a woman's attitude about her own body. But the business end of the whole thing is just rotten. They don't respect women-they just want to use them to make bigger profits. And I haven't been seeing many of those profits for a long time..."

Sensing there is something else Holly is concealing from her, Julia decides to gently probe further in the hopes of understanding more about her friend.

"Holly," she begins. "Were you in love?"

A bit dismayed by this turn of the discussion, Holly averts Julia's gaze into her eyes and lowers her head. She is silent for a long minute as Julia looks studies her facial expression, already knowing the answer to this last question is "yes."

"How long were you together?" Julia at last asks to break the long silence.

"A little over a year. Since just before I came to visit you last time. I just couldn't tell you," Holly replies, her voice trembling. 

"How recently did you break up?"

"A week ago. We both agreed it would be best," Holly responds almost inaudibly.

Wanting to take her in her arms to soothe the pain but resisting the temptation, Julia remains quiet while the meaning of Holly's last admission lingers in the air. A boat speeds by along the waterfront as a flock of gulls squawks overhead. 

At this hour, the sun's heat is very intense. Perspiration covers Holly's body, forming pools of liquid in the deep valley descending toward her navel. Lying on her back, Holly's thighs are slightly parted with her knees raised, her breasts rising to sensitive peaks as the sun kisses their tips. Julia is lying close beside her, the front of her golden torso covering the towel as her smooth buttocks absorb the bulk of the sun's rays. The two women are the only people occupying this section of the beach.

"Do you feel like telling me anything about him?" Julia asks, somehow wanting more to break the tension than to hear Holly's answer.

"It wasn't a *him*, Julia," Holly responds almost inaudibly, as her own tears begin to flow.

Having been completely unprepared for Holly's last revelation, Julia feels at a total loss of what to say next. A million thoughts begin to race through her mind, none of which can translate themselves into words Julia knows how to express. Images of Sandra flood through her mind once again.

By this point, the erotic tension between the two women has become unmistakable, and Julia can restrain her feelings no longer. She watches Holly crying for only a moment, then decides to act. Reaching over with her free hand, she draws Holly's naked body into her arms. Holly's response is urgent as she raises her lips to meet Julia's and their mouths close upon one another. Their tongues furiously probe each other's depths.

Now it is Holly who moves, rolling over to lift her body above Julia's.

"Oh, Julia, I need you so badly, I can't stand it any more!" Holly confides as her tears continue their free flow down the length of her cheeks. Then her mouth is again covering Julia's. The younger woman takes charge, moving above Julia and reaching down to draw their bodies closer together.

Having never made love to a woman before, Julia allows her instincts to take over. Somehow she feels totally at ease at this moment-a feeling she finds altogether new and wonderful. Never before had making love been so tender and sensual. At once she realizes what she's been missing in her years of academic life.

Reaching to wrap her arms tightly around Holly, her fingers slide down to cup Holly's firm buttocks while the younger woman presses her pelvic region against Julia's. More than anything else in the world, Holly wants to share her pleasure with Julia. Just as Holly's nipples caress Julia's upturned breasts, the two women press together until their bodies seem to become one. In that second of uniting their souls seem totally connected. Electricity arcs between their bodies while their lips kiss hungrily. Riding the crest of their oncoming mutual orgasms, the women's groans of release fill the air around them. Love has suddenly taken on an entirely new meaning for Holly and Julia...

**********************

...Having fallen asleep on the beach, the two lovers create a beautiful sight in their secluded spot. Voices from a nearby group awaken Holly, who sits up to check the time. She looks down at the sleeping form of her professor lying next to her. "I've always loved her," she thinks to herself. Just then, Julia awakens also. 

"You look so beautiful lying there under the afternoon sun," Holly speaks tenderly to Julia. "I've always wanted to see you this way." 

"Oh Holly, I'm so overwhelmed," Julia replies.

"Don't be, it's only natural," Holly responds. "I think we've always felt this attraction, but our lives couldn't come together before this. I know I've always loved you."

"And I have always loved you, too," Julia says, drawing Holly back into her arms.

"I don't want to go back to New York," Holly says. "I came out here to think over my life. So much hasn't made sense before, but now it all does."

"I know," Julia replies. "I too have been searching for some kind of meaning. I've had so many feelings bottled up inside me. But you are the key. You give all of my feelings meaning and purpose. In fact, you've given me the spirit to keep going, even when the going's been rough. Only, in the past year it got really rough because I didn't know if I'd ever see you again. Nobody has ever taken your place, Holly." 

Looking into her eyes again, Holly reaches to stroke Julia's face. She knows more than anything in the world that she wants to make sweet love to this woman tonight. She urges Julia to lie flat on her back again. Taking out her bottle of body oil, she pours some onto Julia's stomach. Then with sweeping motions she slides her hands through the liquid to spread it over more of Julia's body, concentrating on her arms, shoulders, and then her breasts. Julia's eyes close as she gives herself over to Holly's loving care, and Holly squeezes her nipples between thumbs and forefingers over and over again. 

Julia has never felt so turned-on, so alive. Her body tingles from her head to the bottoms of her feet. Holly continues to pleasure her breasts, knowing that this sustained attention will release all of Julia's tension and make her ravenous for erotic release. Julia's fingers slip between Holly's parted thighs, seeking her clitoris, probing deeper into her smoldering center. Holly is flowing with the warm liquid of her desire. 

Julia removes a finger to taste her first sample of a woman's nectar. The taste delights her, just as she had expected. Holly moans her approval as Julia returns her fingers to continue bringing her intense pleasure. 

"I want to make love to you all night long," Holly whispers to Julia. "Please tell me we can be together tonight."

"Oh, my Holly, we can be together tonight, and tomorrow night, and every night afterwards. I don't ever want you to go away again. Please say you'll stay."

"I will, I promise. And I'll come back to school with you in the fall. I want to be in your classes again. You still have so much to teach me," Holly responds.

"And you have so much to teach me," Julia replies. "Starting with how to make beautiful love to you. I want so much to know just how to bring you the greatest joy in the world. You've always excited me, you know. I just didn't know how to tell you."

*****************

Evening. 

On this beautiful midsummer night, Holly helps her former professor to enter an entirely new world of love and discovery. One week later, she moves into Julia's home to begin a new stage of her life. As fall approaches, Julia has at last found the love that truly makes every minute of her life more meaningful than ever before.

*****

 I am hoping to expand this story into a multi-chapter novel, but need suggested feedback on what would make that successful. I can go in many different directions with these two characters, from romantic to kinky.



Julia



As Julia Carter was led out of the Whorehouse Club, it was not the many hands that groped the most intimate parts of her body that terrified her; it was the woman that her mistress had just given her too. The woman that confidently walked ahead of her was her younger sister, Kate! Julia was nervous because Kate was an unknown quantity, was she a real dominatrix or was she just playing. Julia whimpered as a second tall muscular woman joined then and kept pace with Kate excitedly congratulating her on her new acquisition. The woman was Sarah, the cousin of the two Carter sisters and, although physically the most powerful, she was completely controlled by Kate. Kate appeared to be heading for the car but stopped abruptly at the brightly lit entry to the car park. Kate handed the lead to Sarah and told her to wait until she went for the car.

As Kate disappeared into the darkness, vehicles entering and leaving the car park illuminated Sarah and the near naked Julia. Many of the occupants cheered and laughed, shouting obscene suggestions of what they would like to do to Julia. Sarah was obviously amused; she turned to Julia, and said, "Suck my cunt!" Julia was mortified but fell to her knees and started sucking Sarah's cunt. Humiliated beyond belief, Julia continued to lick her cousin's pussy as car after car drove slowly past, illuminating the incestuous couple. Julia did not think things could get any worse, but then a flat bed utility pulled up, its headlights spotlighting them. Finally, Sarah's orgasm flowed through her body and she roughly pushed Julia to the ground. 

As Julia lay there, Kate climbed out of the utility and taking Julia's lead dragged her towards the vehicle. Kate climbed onto the tray and pulled Julia up alongside her. Kate tied Julia to the ladder bars, fully exposing her sister to motorists and pedestrians alike. Kate climbed down and drove off into the night. Kate was driving slowly and within seconds a truck approached and illuminated Julia, the truck continued behind them almost all the way home, occasionally sounding the horn to attract the attention of the larger groups of pedestrians to the naked Julia. Julia was totally humiliated but her cunt juices flowed freely, saturating the tops of her stockings.

Julia was thankful when the utility finally pulled into the driveway of the family home although she knew it would mean that she must soon perform many depraved sexual acts. However, Julia was not released from her bonds she remained on display. Several of the neighbours approached, some grabbing her breasts and some fingering her cunt. One man, she did not recognise, actually took a selfie as he forced his prick into Julia's mouth. After that particular incident, Sarah released Julia and dragged her into the house. Kate violently forced several fingers into Julia's cunt, finding it saturated, she soundly whipped Julia for allowing herself to get sexually excited by a male!

Kate settled down into a chair, opened her legs and ordered Julia to suck her cunt and arse, while Sarah took a strap-on dildo and fucked both of her cousin's holes. Kate and Julia were soon approaching orgasm, Julia was finding the domination particularly stimulating and her cunt juices were again trickling down her thighs. She was in raptures, while Kate was finding that Julia was a skilled and enthusiastic cunt licker. Kate and Julia both orgasmed and as Kate's juices burst forth she roughly pushed Julia away, but Sarah immediately grabbed Julia's hair and removing the dildo from Julia's arse, Sarah forced Julia's mouth on to her cunt. Julia dutifully sucked Sarah's cunt to an intense orgasm.

Kate smiled at Julia, cunt juices still dripping from Julia's mouth and chin, then Kate said, "Wow sis that was fantastic, I must try being a Dom again."

Julia was shocked and said, "You are just playing at domination and submission!"

Laughing Kate said, "Yes, ok I am. What more do you want?"

Julia lowered her eyes and said, "I really want a real woman, like mom, to dominate me!"

"Wow!" Kate exclaimed, then added, "You better go and get dressed and wipe the cum from your face, Mom will be home soon".

Julia's mother, Sandra, a divorcee, was a petite, highly desirable milf who was exceedingly sexually active but was also known as a strict authoritarian. 

Julia had just finished getting dressed in sophisticated yet sexy gear. She was still fantasizing about being dominated by her mother, when she recklessly decided to entice her mother into being her dominant mistress. 

When her mother arrived home from her night out she called from the hallway asking if everything was all right. Kate answered but Julia remained silent. Kate stared at Julia questioningly and realising Julia had all ready begun to seduce their mother, she pointedly wished everyone all the best of luck and went to bed.

Sandra too had registered that Julia had remained silent and on entering the room immediately asked what was wrong. Although Julia pretended not to want to talk about it, her mother insisted.

Angrily Julia said, "Ok, Ok, I resigned from teaching at that bloody school. I am working out my notice and before you ask I had to, they found out I was a lesbian!" 

Sandra was shocked and staring at Julia, she said, "A lesbian, what, why?"

Julia, still appearing angry, shouted, "Lesbian, why! When was the last time a man gave you a bloody good orgasm! All men think about is their fucking pricks and ejaculating their seed and that takes five minutes at the most! I am willing to bet that the only times you have been delirious with sexual pleasure is when you are masturbating!"

Silence fell and Julia stormed off to her bedroom.

Sandra was stunned and after making a coffee, she followed the others to bed. Sandra climbed into bed and picking up a book attempted to read but what Julia had said kept forcing its way into her thoughts. Sandra slammed the book shut and thought, "I had two good fucks tonight, ok the first in my cunt, it may have been just five minutes, and I only had a mild orgasm, but the second in my arse went on for ages and I had a big orgasm." 

She closed her eyes, and imagined what had happened. Slowly she imagined the prick entering her cunt and pounding her many times. The feelings it generated within her. How the mild orgasm had swept through her body and how the man had eventually ejaculated. Finally admitting to herself that neither fuck would have been three minutes, she climbed out of bed and went to the shower. 

As she entered the shower, she thrust her fingers into her cunt and took out her diaphragm, smiling to herself that at least lesbians don't have to worry about contraception. She began to wash but her fingers found her clit and gently she started to caress the nub. Sandra started to fantasize about her sexual experiences, but visions of Julia being fucked with a huge strap on dildo kept rushing to the centre of her thoughts. Sandra cleared her mind and tried to think about men, but the fucking of Julia forced its way back into her mind and she began to fantasize on the vision of Julia being fucked by a woman wearing a massive dildo. Sandra was now rubbing her clit vigorously and had four fingers jammed into her cunt. A truly massive orgasm was building and Sandra was frantic in the stimulation of her clitoris. The fantasy was truly amazing and at the point of orgasm, she saw the face of the woman fucking Julia, Sandra was shocked to realised the woman was her, it was her, Sandra, it was her, Julia's mother. The orgasm was beyond anything she had experienced in a long time and with fluid squirting from her cunt she slid down the shower wall, convulsing with each new wave of pleasure. Sandra laid there as the warm soothing water ran over her. Sandra, her legs unable to support her, closed her eyes enjoying obscene, incestuous thoughts, but finally she climbed out and dried herself. She went back to bed and snuggled into the blankets trying to think of the times she had had massive orgasms.

Suddenly Sandra sat bolt upright, the only orgasm that could compare with the one she had just had, she thought, was when her and her sister Clare had had lesbian sex in Clare's bedroom. Sandra lay down wondering what she had missed in all the years of vanilla sex.

Sandra slept fitfully as images of lesbian sex with her daughter, Julia, flitted in and out of her mind. She rose later than normal and going to the kitchen to make coffee, she saw Julia sat at the breakfast bar.

Julia looked up and said, "Sorry for what I said last night."

Sandra smiled replying, "Don't be, I understand completely. But, I win the bet!"

Julia looked perplexed and asked, "What bet?"

Sandra laughed and said, "You bet me that the only times I was delirious with sexual pleasure was when I was masturbating. You are wrong; my greatest orgasm was with your Aunt Clare, twenty-five years ago in her bedroom. The only lesbian experience I ever had!"

Laughing Julia said, "Twenty-five years ago and with a lesbian, that doesn't count. When was the last time you had an unbelievable orgasm?"

Sandra hesitated and then said quietly, "Last night, I started wondering what I had missed, not having had lesbian sex and one fantasy led to another. And, I might add, to a tremendous orgasm that left me paralysed with pleasure for a lot longer than five minutes."

Julia stood up and kissed her mother forcefully on the lips and as she realised that her mother had parted her lips to accept her tongue, she knew her mother had fallen. Julia brushed her mother's lips with her tongue and said, "Until tonight them."

As Julia left for work, Sandra contemplated her words, a little fearful but excited.

The day was passing slowly and Sandra decided to go on the internet and check the range of things lesbians actually do to each other. She found herself captivated by images and stories of lesbian domination, public humiliation, punishment and pissing. She rubbed her clit vigorously as she watched videos of lesbians forced to suck cunt or arses and those showing dominant lesbians fucking a slave's cunt and arse with large dildos. After she had several orgasms she angrily thought that that could not be her, she closed the internet and prepared a romantic dinner for herself and Julia.

Julia arrived home from work early and was carrying numerous packages. As she entered the room, candles blazed on a table for two. Discarding the packages Julia rushed over to her mother and kissed her passionately. Julia attempted to push her tongue into her mother's mouth but her tongue was forced back by Sandra's tongue invading her mouth. Julia sucked and played with her mother's tongue as it explored every crevice of Julia's mouth. After several minutes, mother and daughter separated and Julia realised her mother was dressed in her sexiest outfit. Julia smiled to herself and asking if she had time for a shower, she ran off to shower and change.

Julia returned dressed in heels, lace topped stocking, a micro skirt and a flimsy top. Sandra realised Julia wore no underwear; she could just see her daughter's cunt peeking out from below her skirt. Sandra smiled to herself and they both sat down for dinner. Over dinner, Julia guided the conversation to her mother's fantasies and by the end of the meal; Julia was convinced that her mother was a dominant lesbian, although her mother had not yet accepted it.

As they drank coffee, Julia slid off her chair and crawled over to her mother, pushing her mother's legs apart. Moving closer Julia began to suck her clit and play her fingers over and around her mother's cunt and arse. The vaginal stimulation sent Sandra's sexual arousal spiralling upward, her cunt was saturated; juices were literally dripping on to the floor and within minutes, Sandra exploded in a torrent of pleasure. Gasping, Sandra grabbed Julia's hair and pulled her up. Sandra began kissing her passionately and raked Julia's mouth with her tongue. Then pushing Julia's head back down to her cunt, Sandra said simply, "Again!" and Julia commenced to suck and finger her mother's cunt and arse a second time. 

After Sandra's fourth massive orgasm, she pushed Julia away. Julia crawled and retrieved one of the packages she had brought home. Crawling back to her mother, she presented her with the package and said, "My Mistress should wear this." After some time Sandra tentatively stood up, unsure whether her legs would support her. Taking the package into the bedroom she changed into the new outfit, it was a perfect fit and even just wearing it aroused Sandra. 

Sandra returned to Julia wearing a latex body suit, which incorporated six-inch heels. The suit left Sandra's cunt, tits exposed, and it had a zip which when opened allowed access to the crack of Sandra's arse. Julia was kneeling; she offered another package to her mother as she approached. Sandra tore it open and found a large strap on dildo with a particularly big nub and anal beads for the pleasure of the wearer. Sandra smiled and putting it on ordered Julia to her bedroom.

Julia positioned herself on all fours and waited patiently for her mistress. Sandra climbed onto the bed and immediately rammed the dildo into Julia's cunt. Both women groaned with pleasure as Sandra began moving in and out of Julia's cunt. Julia's cunt was sodden and the dildo slipped in and out easily, and as the attachments took Sandra closer and closer to orgasm, Sandra became frantic and pounded Julia's cunt mercilessly. At almost the same instant, both women had massive orgasms. Julia's head and shoulders collapsed on to the pillows as Sandra lay prostrate over her back, the dildo still buried deep in both their cunts.

Sandra slowly recovered and withdrawing the dildo from Julia's cunt, she forced it into Julia's tight arse and began to pump it in and out once more. The constant pounding sent both women into a frenzy of sexual pleasure and both came again, Julia squirting cunt juice all over her mother's legs and the bed. 

Sandra had never experience such a high level of obscene pleasure, but as Sandra slowly withdrew the dildo from Julia's arse, she was mesmerised by the gaping ass hole left by the dildo. 

Staring fixedly at the gaping anus, Sandra said, "Julia that was absolutely fantastic, but did you enjoy it and are you alright?"

Julia looked around at her mother and said, "Mistress, I am your submissive, you are my lesbian dominatrix and a dominatrix does not care whether their slave enjoyed it, so long as my Mistress did, that is all that matters! But the answers to your questions Mistress are; yes it was truly magnificent and yes I am good."

Sandra smiled and nodded.

Both women smiled before Julia said, "Mistress, I am a true submissive; I find the pleasure buried within domination, humiliation and pain irresistible!"

Sandra turned her back on Julia, an evil smile playing on her lips and said, "Your Mistress has much to learn, Slave! Now suck my arse!" 

Sandra, the inexperienced dominatrix and her daughter Julia became inseparable over the coming weeks and a true Mistress and slave relationship developed, Sandra brutally punishing Julia whenever Julia failed to comply with her ever increasingly demanding instructions. Sandra had realised that her initial exhilaration at stories of lesbian domination, public humiliation, punishment and pissing were what she really craved to do to her daughter.

Sandra decided to take Julia on holiday. The destination was remote, but Sandra was confident there would be sufficient holidaymakers available to allow her to constantly humiliate her slave. As Sandra awoke on the morning of departure, Julia was still sleeping curled at the end of her bed. Sandra stretched lazily, and then kicked Julia awake and throwing her legs over the edge of the bed she dragged her daughter's mouth to her cunt, Sandra began pissing in her mouth. Julia had become and expert at drinking piss and eagerly allowed the urine to flow unrestricted down her throat; without the need to keep swallowing, Julia did not spill a drop of the golden fluid.

"Clean it!" demanded Sandra and Julia complied without hesitation.

"Suck it!" Sandra order and Julia commenced licking and sucking her mother's cunt.

Julia, after bringing her mother to a massive orgasm and serving her Mistress breakfast, began packing the car, but before her task was completed, Julia's Aunt Clare pulled her car into the driveway. It was the first time Clare had seen Julia dressed in her slave's outfit and stared, aroused at the sight of Julia in her high heels, stockings, short skirt and an infinitesimal top. Clare was almost certain she could see Julia's shaved pussy each time she moved and gazed unashamedly at Julia's distended nipples rigid beneath her top.

Clare trying to compose herself asked Julia where her mother was, to which Julia replied, "My mistress is having breakfast in the dining room." Uncertain whether she had heard correctly, Clare mused whether Julia had called Sandra her mistress; Clare entered the house and gasped as she saw her sister dressed in leather. Clare had almost forgotten the purpose of her visit, but collecting her thoughts, she said, "My shit of a husband, Charles, left me weeks ago and took the kids. I got the house and a good payout so I am happy, but god I am frustrated. I was hoping you could initiate me into the singles scene."

Sandra smiled and said, "Certainly, stand up!" then she called, "Slave".

As Julia hurried in, Sandra added, "Suck your Aunt Clare's cunt and arse!"

Clare stood rigid as her niece Julia fell to her knees and lifted her skirt. Clare looked at Sandra horrified as Julia pulled her aunt's tights and panties off, but as Julia's tongue began to caress her clit, Clare moaned and spread her legs wider. Clare and Sandra stared at each other as Julia continued to suck Clare's clit and played her fingers around Clare's cunt lips and anal rose. 

Sandra, stood up, a smiled playing on her lips, and said, "Just think, you are going to have the greatest orgasm of your life!" As her orgasm built, Sandra wrenched Clare's hair, forcing her head back and kissed her sister vehemently, searching her mouth with her tongue. Clare was lost in the obscenity of her niece's sucking and toying of her cunt and her sister's passionate kissing and enjoyment of her humiliation. As her orgasm rush to a climax, she knew that this was indeed the greatest orgasm of her life! The climax hit Clare and she collapsed, squirting cunt juice in every direction. Julia and the floor were covered in Clare's vaginal fluid but Clare did not care, she lay in a pool of her own juices panting and jerking with pleasure.

Barely aware of her surroundings, she heard a distant voice say, "Now her arse." She felt herself being dragged into a kneeling position, her face and hair lying on the floor in a pool of her own cunt juice. Then Julia's exquisite tongue began to play with her anal rose, fingers pushed gently into her arse and several more into her cunt. Clare was delirious with pleasure, the orgasm she had just enjoyed seemed to flood back and soon she felt once more the true ecstasy of a sexual orgasm. Clare collapsed unable to control her pleasure, her cunt squirted repeatedly and losing control, piss rushed from her body to the floor, surrounding her, saturating her. Clare lay moaning on the floor, not quite believing what had just happened but hoping she would experience such depraved sexual pleasure again, and again, and again.

As Clare regained her senses, she heard a voice say, "Now it is your turn." A hand grabbed her hair and pulled her across the floor finally pushing her face into a cunt. Sill disorientated Clare started sucking and licking the cunt the best she could, but as things became clearer she realised she was sucking her sister Sandra's cunt and her niece Julia was standing to the side of her watching. Clare sensed rather than heard Sandra give Julia a command. Just as Clare wondered, a pain shot through her as Julia paddled her arse. Clare ministrations of Sandra's cunt suddenly became frantic as a second harder spank of the paddle sent shock waves through her. Clare was frantically sucking and fingering Sandra's cunt but as the paddle repeatedly struck her arse, she began to look forward to the pain. Increasingly the two sisters strived for orgasm, Sandra intent on pleasure, Clare intent on pain, finally they both orgasmed. Sandra covering her sister face with her juices was surprised as Clare collapsed once again in a series of sexual convulsions.




Julia



Sandra preferred to stand for the rest of the visit to her sister's house, but promised to return within two hours to accompany them on holiday. Julia, after determining Clare's dress sizes was sent to the store to purchase garments more appropriate for Sandra's new slave. Clare returned and Julia rapidly transferred her mistresses and her belonging to Clare's much larger four-wheel drive vehicle, while Clare dressed in her new skimpy clothes.

Around noon they set off, Clare was driving; Clare's skirt, by the order of Sandra, had been pulled up to display her cunt. Sandra sat in the passenger seat, while Julia knelt crammed between Sandra's legs in the well of the front passenger compartment. Soon Julia was ordered to suck her mother's cunt and arse. 

After an hour or so, Clare was ordered to stop and Clare and Julia exchanged places. Julia drove off, her skirt pulled up and her face covered in dried cunt juice, while Clare was ordered to suck her sister's cunt. They drove for another hour before Sandra exclaimed she needed a piss. Clare assumed that they would stop at the next service station, but Sandra wrenched Clare's mouth to her cunt and began to piss; Clare was not an experienced piss drinker, piss cascaded from her mouth, and ran down over her. Clare gasped when she realised her cunt juices were flowing freely, excited by the abuse. The two slaves soon understood that they pissed at the side of the road in the most attention-grabbing place available. Clare felt traumatised by her first experience of pissing in public, but as she drove, a pool of her juices formed under her arse and she knew the incident had aroused her incredibly.

Finally, they stopped at an isolated service station to eat. Sandra fitted dog collars and leads to both her slaves. As Julia filled the car with fuel, Sandra, dragged Clare into the café and looking around saw only the waitress and four other people, three Negro women, two of whom were in their early twenties and very attractive and very sexily dressed, the third she guessed was their mother. The fourth occupant of the café was an extremely well dressed attractive woman in her late thirties, early forties and judging by her jewellery, very rich indeed. The waitress was a young chubby white girl in her mid twenties.

Sandra ordered three basic meals and sat down. Spreading her legs, she looked at Clare and said, ""Suck!" Clare turned almost purple with embarrassment but slowly got on her knees and began publicly sucking her sister's cunt. Just as Julia entered, the waitress move towards Sandra intent on stopping the obscenity, but Sandra looking at Julia said, "Make the waitress orgasm!" Julia moved towards the waitress and pushed her against the wall, lifting her dress; she forced her hand under the girl's knickers and began to play with the girl's cunt and arse. Julia pushed a finger into her tight cunt and the girl moaned opening her legs further. Sandra looked at the three Negro women; the mother was now sucking on her daughter Diane's cunt, while the other daughter, Susan, watched the rich bitch as the bitch surreptitiously squeezed her own breast and nipple, she was obviously extremely sexually aroused. As the rich bitch let her hand fall towards her cunt and lifted her skirt, clearly masturbating, the Negro Amazon, Susan, walked over and grabbing the bitch's hair, pulled her from the café.

Sandra smiled as they left, but her orgasm was continuing to build, almost within seconds of each other Sandra, the waitress and Diane screamed their pleasure; the waitress squirting volumes of cunt juice. Exhausted Sandra and her two slaves ate their meal, a slight tang of cunt juice evident in the food. As they left the truck stop, the two slaves resumed their respective positions and the threesome drove off into the night. Sandra closed her eyes wondering whatever happened to the rich bitch and her Amazon abductor, not that it worried her, she had her own loyal slaves.



Julia



or The Reason I Love My Job

I

As I stared out the window, watching the snow pile up on the balcony, daring me to get off my ass and shovel it - I realized I'd have to if I wanted to get to my car and then to my dead end job. Maybe I could call the shop and tell them I was snowed in. They'd believe that, until the checked my address and saw I only lived 5 minutes away from the plant by foot. So, piling on more layers than a starving Roseanne at a gummy bears picnic, I dressed up and hopped my way over the snow banks. The sidewalks were clear and I was sure Spring would clear the snow away. In a few months.

I made my way to the entrance of the plant where I worked as a shipping clerk. The company specialized in assembling electrical harnesses for the automotive industry. I had the evening shift to play with - 3:00 p.m. to 11:00 p.m. - and it was kind of fun. All of the production employees were women. They always had a lewd remark for me as I walked by - being the only guy around they pretended I was the fuel of many a fantasy. That was okay, they were in most of my fantasies.

There was one woman however, who was in the fantasy of every man who lived in my little burg. Julia. She was my boss. A 5"2 inch, 127 pound blond vixen with a nice, round, bubbly butt and a set of 34c melons that just begged to be free of their bra. But those weren't the assets that turned most men's head and made her 42 year old boyfriend the envy of the town - it was her walk. Actually, it was more of a swagger. Many women have this sensual way of moving their hips as they walk, each step a preview of what might be. Julia's movements, however, were not a preview; they promised to whomever had the chance of getting her in bed that they wouldn't be able to walk for a week. Her hips would sway from side to side like a hypnotic erotic metronome; each movement of her arms and torso was a cross between a ballet dance and a lap-dance. And she always smelled good. Would I say that I was turned on by her? Yes. Did I ever try to get her into bed? No. But Julia knew I was attracted to her - and she liked to tease me with that information.

As we both worked on the evening shift, we often stayed after the normal hours to go over paperwork and review the shipping schedules for the following day. Once that was done, we ended up talking about our favorite subject: sex. It all started when we ended up talking about our execs. At one point in time, she put her hand in her pants to adjust her panties. "I love talking to you Will. You make me feel so fucking comfortable."

That was a while ago. For the past few nights Julia's been more pensive than usual. As I datemarked and filed the last of the days waybills, Julia sauntered into my office and sat on the corner of my desk. She crossed her legs and let feet dangle, sometimes brushing up against my thigh. "Can we talk?" she asked.

"Yeah. Sure. What's on your mind?"

Julia jumped off my desk and began to pace around the office nervously. She sat down, got up, sat... After a few minutes, she tapped me on shoulder. "I thought we were going to talk. But you're still reading that goddamned form."

I spun my chair around to face her. "Listen sweetheart," I said, taking her hand and squeezing it. "I'll listen when you stop buzzing around like a doped up fly."

"Sorry," she said as she sat down on a chair opposite to me. She took a deep breath, chewed a bit on her lower lip, and finally spoke: "I'm bored."

Upon hearing that, I jumped on my desk and did a routine worthy of any average looking Chippendales. Julia laughed out loud and motioned me to get down. "That's not what I mean, you idiot," she struggled to say between chuckles. "It's Michael. My life. This job. I'm 28 and I'm settled down with a 6 year old daughter and a 42 year old boyfriend. Where did my life go, Will?"

"Did you look behind your desk?" I asked in all seriousness. My way of dealing with uncomfortable subjects: jokes.

"Quit fooling around. I feel like there's nothing happening. Every choice I make is for someone else. But I want something that's mine. Am I selfish?"

I sat back down and set my elbows on my knees. "Julia. I don't think wanting something all to yourself makes you selfish. I'm no psychologist, but you sound like you're stuck in a rut. You just need to add a little spice to your life."

She got up and went to the door. She ran her fingers through her long blond hair. "You think that's all it is. I'm bored because ... well, I'm bored?"

"That's how it seems to me. Hey, why don't you have an affair with me. I'm Michael's complete opposite. You've never seen me naked, and I've imagined you naked often enough..."

"Shut up, you goof! You're the closest thing I have to a brother!" Julia exclaimed and went on her way, her swagger back to its old self. I sat, trance like, staring at the dance of her beautiful ass. I loved Julia as my friend, but I also loved the sexual hot house flower that she was.

II

The following week, as we neared the beginning of Spring, Julia's life changed. Change came in the form of a new employee: Antonio Ramiro. Antonio was a Cuban immigrant, and the embodiment of the Latin lover. He moved among the female employees like a wolf through bedazzled sheep. Each word was steeped in a sultry Spanish accent. Each gesture was a rhythmic invitation to salsa and lambada; he was so hot that even I had trouble taking my eyes off him. But the most striking thing about him - other than a massive physique and charismatic smile - was his amber head. Antonio kept his head shaved bald; add that to a bronze skin tone and you had a man who looked like a walking statue.

Soon, he and Julia were spending more and more time together. Since she was the boss, she chose him every time she had a special duty to have done. Alas, that was a position I once had to myself.

Then, the day came. It was a day I apprehended. Again, staying late as we often did, I saw Julia go off with Antonio. It was the first time I had ever noticed him staying after the rest of the employees left.. They disappeared behind her office door. I thought about what they were doing in that small office. I imagined Julia's head shaking from side to side as waves of hot pleasure flowed from her honey pot to fill her limbs with ecstatic energy. I imagined her full lips surrounding a stiff cock as she licks and sucks it dry of the last drop of come she could taste. I imagined her firm tits pushed up against a hard chest as she plunges her tongue into a hungrily awaiting mouth. I imagined myself in Antonio's stead, sharing my body with Julia's.

I was shaken from my reverie when Julia and Antonio left her office five minutes after going in. Julia's lips were pursed tight while Antonio wore an apologetic smile while his hands were raised in a What can I say? gesture. He let his hands drop to her shoulders and kissed her on the forehead. She watched him walk to his locker and after he left, she made a beeline for my office.

"Will," she said as she hoisted herself on the edge of my desk. "Do you know how to fuck in a chair?"

I put my hands on the desk and slid my chair deeper under it. I had on a loose fitting pair of khaki cargoes and my cock was still erect from my fantasy of a few minutes ago. I didn't want my desire for her to be too obvious. "Well, if I'm sitting down and you straddle me ... I think we could get some decent action going on." I suddenly realized that I must have been pretty flushed as my breathing became heavier.

"That's what I thought," she said. She hopped off the desk, and before I could do anything, she had pulled my seat out, spun it around and straddled me. She lowered herself onto my lap and put her arms around my neck.

"Julia..." I muttered as the proximity of her skin and her scent made my cock wiggle frantically. I was frozen with embarrassment and desire as she rolled her pelvis around, apparently savoring my hard-on.

"There," she said with a satisfied grin. "I knew a guy shouldn't have any problem getting it up even if he was sitting down. Did you know Antonio gave me some lame excuse about not enough blood getting to his dick? You don't seem to have that problem."

"Euhhh..."

"What?" Julia asked in all earnest. When she realized she was giving me a lap dance, she took her time sliding off. "I'm sorry. But the bastard just got me so hot and ready that I just had to do something sexual after he left me hi and dry. You don't mind, do you?"

"You're kidding, right?" I asked as I regained my composure. "This is the closest I've come to having an orgasm that didn't involve my hand in almost a year!"

"That's funny, y'know," Julia said as she left my office. She paused in the doorway and looked over her shoulder; her hair fell seductively over her eyes. She looked a bit like a caged animal. "I can pretty much say the same thing. Lock up, okay?"

As Julia picked up her coat and left the building, I pondered what had just happened. I felt that we had just hit a turning point in our relationship, and that from now on nothing would be the same.

III

The following evening, the tension between Antonio and Julia was palpable. She had decided not to spend the evening working by his side. So, while Antonio worked quietly at his station, installing rubber seals on the tips of wire extensions and smiling indulgently at the other employees, I sneaked up next to him and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Antonio, m'man," I chimed. "How are you?"

"I am fine, William," he said. He tipped his head slightly and his smile slowly disappeared. "Can I help you?"

"No. I thought I could help you."

Antonio turned to face me and crossed his legs and his arms. "I just thought I could give you some advice when it comes to Julia," I said. "This is a once in a lifetime chance you have. Don't let her slip through your fingers."

He stood and walked over to pick up another bags of seals. "I don't think what we do is any of your business."

"Julia seems to think so. She pretty much told me you guys were having an affair. So, if you're going to do it... I'm thinking you should do it right."

"William, are you married?" he asked as he sat back down.

"No."

"I have a wife and daughter back in Cuba. I haven't seen them in 6 months. The idea of fucking Julia is killing me..."

"She wants you."

"I know, I know. I want her to. But this is never an easy thing. But I'm sure something will happen." His smile broadened and he ran his hand over his freshly shaved head. "Oh, yes. Something will happen."

I raised an eyebrow as he went back to work with a wicked smirk across his face. For a split second, I thought he was considering raping her. A look of horror washed across my face.

"What?" he exclaimed. "Oh, don't worry. The only thing that will happen is that I will take her out for dinner next week."

"Good. From the smile on your face, I thought you had something more sinister up your sleeve."

"The only sinister thing I may do is do her ass. If she's willing."

With a chuckle, he went back to concentrating on his work while I suddenly thought about how tight Julia's asshole must be. I'd never been really interested in anal sex, but the thought of buttfucking Julia was mighty intriguing. I went back to my office to fantasize for awhile.

IV

Tuesday night, Julia had phoned me to say she was taking the evening off. When I arrived at work, I noticed Antonio was conspicuously missing as well. So this is the big night, I thought to myself. I must have thinking to myself a lot that evening as I drove the forklift into the wall. The damage was limited to two small holes at the bottom of the loading dock.

The holes stuck out like flaring nostrils caught in mid breath. I went over to the storeroom, yanked out some dry wall compound and decided that I might as well stay late and repair the damage I'd caused. However, I didn't get a chance to fix the wall until the end of the shift. Everybody was asking me questions about Antonio and Julia. I'd never realized that the rumor of their affair was so pervasive. I wondered if Julia's boyfriend, Michael, had had wind of it. I prayed not.

As I struggled to get the drywall container open, I watched the others leave. They spoke quietly, huddled together, sharing cigarettes and secrets. I bent down to clear some of the cracked wall structure when suddenly everything went silent. I looked up and saw Julia walk into the shop.

She wore an ankle length leather coat that she left open. As she walked towards her office, she displayed black leather pumps with 4 inch stiletto heels. I stood and watched her remove her coat when she went inside. I made my way slowly towards her doorway, letting the spatula fall to the ground. She stood there with her hands on her hips; I blinked rapidly as I scanned the black leather mini that barely ended beneath her buttocks. She removed the red vest she wore over a camisole like top that was laced up the side. From the exposed skin, I discovered she had no bra on.

"Oh," she exclaimed as she turned around at the sound of my dragging footsteps. "There you are. I was hoping I'd catch you." She pulled at the tie that bound her hair in a ponytail, and winced when she pulled some hair while removing it. She shook her head wildly from side to side. "Are you okay?"

I could only stand in the doorway, weak kneed as I followed each of her gestures and breathed in her perfume. "You look breathtaking," I said quietly.

"Thanks," she said with a flick of her hair. "I was supposed to have dinner with Antonio, but he stood me up."

"Shh!" I snapped and jogged to the main door. I peeked outside and made sure the parking lot was empty. I saw Julia's reflection in the small door window. She went over to my office. I ran to catch up with her.

"He didn't show," I said between gasps as she slowly let herself sink into my desk chair. She seemed to savor the feeling of the soft materiel against her bare thighs. "But he told me something was going to happen."

"Well, something did happen. He called me at the restaurant. He had to leave for Cuba tonight. Apparently, his daughter was sick." She leaned back and rested her head in her hands. "He has a daughter."

"He never told you?" I asked as I climbed onto the edge of the desk.

"You knew?"

"Yeah. But I got the feeling he'd told you."

"No. He left me hi and dry again. But at least I can respect his reason. Now, I'm all horny, dressed to kill, and I have nobody to help me out of my clothing." She slipped one of her pumps off and ran her foot slowly up my inner thigh until it rested on my crotch.

"Miss Julia Haydn, are you trying to seduce me?"

Julia moved her foot up and down, lightly caressing my cock. "What if I am?"

I took her foot in my hands and slowly massaged it. Even her toes were sexy. "Why now?"

"Does it really matter?"

"No. I guess not. Just as long as it's happening now."

I kneeled in front of her and began to gently kiss her toes while I slipped her other pump off. I massaged her right foot while brining her left foot to mouth so I could slip my tongue between her toes and taste her slightly bitter sweat. I stood, causing Julia to slump in the chair. She giggled madly as I sucked on each of her toes, one after the other.

Going back down on my knees, I started to lightly kiss my way up her calves, switching from one leg to the other. When I reached her thighs, I traced the path from one kiss to the next with my tongue, leaving a small trail of saliva that lead up to her panties - lovely black lace impregnated with the smell of her love juices. I took a deep whiff, fully savoring her musky aroma. I pushed her skirt up and rested my face in her pussy while she ran her fingers through my hair.

"Good God, what are you waiting for?" she gasped.

"I want you to invite me," I whispered in a raspy voice as I nuzzled her pubic hair. "Ask me."

"Would you eat me," she said, pulling tightly at my hair. "Make me come with your mouth... your tongue... your fingers..."

"Do you want it done in that particular order?"

She looked down at me and started to chuckle. But her laughter soon turned to moans after I pulled her panties aside and plunged my tongue deep into her cunt. Julia's legs trembled as I moved up in down inside of her while making small circles with my thumb around her sensitive clit. I moved my tongue out of her and let it dance with her love button while I felt my way inside her moist tunnel with my finger.

As she threw her head and grunted in pleasure, I reached down to my belt for a small holster where I kept a utility knife. She froze when she felt the tool rest coldly against her side. Her lower lip trembled when I popped the blade out.

"You always tell me to use this when I unwrap a special package," I nonchalantly added as I started to cut the various laces that held her top together. I told her to hold still as I sliced away at the fabric, all the while keeping a finger in her cunt. She sighed in relief after I cut the last strap and then tossed the knife over my shoulder. I helped Julia to her feet and peeled the fabric off her, exposing her chest. Her nipples were hard and pointy, standing proudly dark against her pale skin. I took one in my mouth, pinching it firmly with my lips while I massaged the other one between my index and middle finger.

Julia tugged at my hair and started to lick my ear. I heard and felt it dart in and out. That drove me crazy and I heaved her up onto my desk. Pushing her legs apart, I went back down to her cunt and licked her lips and clit until she held my head tight between her thighs and came.

After a few minutes to catch our breath, Julia grabbed my shoulders and I helped her off the desk. We stood facing each other. "A kiss?" she asked coyly.

"Oh hell, why not," I answered and for the first time in the two years we'd known each other, Julia and I kissed. As our tongues mingled together, Julia grabbed my shirt collar and pulled violently to the sides, sending the buttons flying. Still kissing, she pinched my nipples, causing me to moan. She seemed to swallow the sound out of my throat.

Then, it was her turn. She twisted me around so that I could be up against the desk, and she kissed her way down from my neck to my waist. She paused at times to rub her face in my chest hair; she blew lightly in my navel as she undid my belt. When she pulled my jeans and my jockey briefs down, she smiled at the sight of my stiff member.

"Bigger than I expected," she chuckled. "Do you know how to use it?"

"So I've been told."

"We'll see about that. But first..." her words trailed off as she slid the head of my cock into her mouth. She played with it, twirling it around with her tongue. When she started to pump me, I caught my breath, afraid I would lose control and come right away. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the feeling of Julia's tongue and lips tracing the shape of my meat. As she danced across my cock's surface, she began to cup and tickle my balls; sometimes, she paused, moving away from my dick to take my balls in her mouth. They weren't clean shaven, but she didn't seem to mind. One, then the other, I felt them pop in and out of her mouth. I moaned and groaned to the rhythm of her ministrations.

I opened my eyes and we locked visions. Julia took me out of her mouth and began to jerk me off slowly; at the same time, her middle finger slipped between my butt cheeks and she softly tickled my asshole. When my knees started to buckle and my face flushed - I was so close to coming - she jammed her finger up my ass, forcing me to thrust my hips forward into her awaiting mouth. She then suddenly pulled back and pinched hard the base of my cock. It spasmed, then fell silent.

"No yet, Will. When you come, it's going to be in me. And we're going to come together."




Julia



"You're the boss."

She helped me out of my shoes and my jeans and she led me by the penis to her office. "Do you have any condoms?" I asked.

"I do. I always keep one handy. But I've been with someone for so long that I don't think about using it."

"Do you mind if we do?"

"No, of course not. Are you sure?"

"Yes."

She sat me down in her chair; I had started to go limp, but once Julia had me in her hands, I was stiff in no time at all. "I think we'll have a repeat of the last time we were in this situation," she whispered to my ear. She tore the condom wrapper and slid it over my cock.

Straddling me, she slowly and judiciously lowered herself onto my pole. Her juices ran freely down her thighs as she adjusted herself to my girth. Once settled, she waited a moment. We both savored the feeling of unity that consumed us. And when Julia started to gyrate her pelvis, we were consumed by ecstasy. I could almost feel myself bounce off her inner walls; each ricochet cascading pleasure and bliss through our bodies.

After a few sweat soaked minutes, Julia crept off me and went over to her desk. I smiled like a hungry wolf as she lifted her ass in the air. "Fuck me from behind, Will," she ordered.

I went to her, bent my knees slightly to get the right angle, and slowly penetrated her warmth. Her cunt seemed even tighter than when she rode me. I moved in and out of her with slow, meticulous thrusts. As I quickened the pace, I slid an arm around her waist and lightly played with her clit. Julia started to arch her back repeatedly, accompanying my thrusts with her own. I laid my body across hers and I cupped her breasts.

"Will! Oh! Yes! Will!" she exclaimed. I brought a hand up to her face to caress it and she sucked my fingers.

"I'm going to come, Julia," I whispered to her ear. I traced its shape with my tongue; when she bit down on my thumb, I knew it was time to fuck like it was the last time for us.

I fucked her as quickly as I could, matching her moans with my hips. It took a while, but I suddenly froze. My cock, more engorged with blood that I could ever remember, exploded. At the same time, Julia arched her back one last time; our bodies shook in tandem as we came together.

After our orgasmic high started to come down, I pulled out of Julia and sat. She turned around and came over and sat on my lap; she pulled the condom off and played with my softening cock, letting the overload of jizm flow over her fingers. She closed her eyes and rested her head on my chest. I caressed her hair and sometimes massaged her head.

"Now what?" I heard myself ask.

"I don't know." She looked at deeply in the eyes and kissed me.

Epilogue

The answer to my question came only a few days later.

We never discussed our encounter, but Julia gave me a tight hug and a deep kiss after she announced that she was leaving town with her daughter. Michael put their house up for sale and moved into my old apartment.

I met him one time in a local bar and he told me that Julia had started her own business in Montreal. She sold revamped clothing.

"Is she happy?" I asked.

"She's not here, is she? So I guess she's happy."

As for me, I don't go to Montreal often. I live in Toronto now. I work as a copy editor in an ad agency (school finally paid off!). Do I miss my old job, my town? No. Do I miss Julia? Yes. Was I in love with her? I like to pretend I was. Am I happy? Well, I'm not in the same place I was five years ago, so I guess I am.



Julia



Chapter 1: Lunch Down Town

Julia finished most of her shopping and decided to stop off at Marty's bar and grill for a quick bite of lunch before tackling the final items. The place was empty except for three men at the far end of the bar; businessmen in for lunch most likely. Julia took a stool at the opposite end of the bar and ordered a drink. As she looked at the menu she casually glanced at the men at the other end of the bar, a fat middle aged man and a gray haired man who appeared to be in his seventies. It was the man in the middle that caught her attention. 

He was perhaps 45,tall and dark with an athletic build. Not particularly handsome in a "pretty boy" kind of way, but there was sensual animal magnetism about him. 

Soon the bar was filled with lunch customers and Julia could look at this intriguing man more closely without getting caught at it. She was stealing another glance at him when the bartender sat a new drink before her.

"I didn't order another drink," Julia said.

"From the man at the end of the bar." , he said indicating the man she had been checking out..She was a bit embarrassed Had he caught her staring at him? 

When Julia looked back at the man , he saluted her with his glass , nodded slightly and smiled a small smile that only reached one side of his mouth, dark intense eyes bored into hers . He exuded confidence. He gave the impression that no one ever turned him down.

Julia was tempted to send the drink back, but heck, no point in wasting a good drink. Besides if she accepted his drink she felt she would be freer to look at him. She was becoming more fascinated with each passing moment. 

She raised her glass and smiled back at him. Her lips formed a silent “thank you”.

She was wishing he would come join her , but he remained where he was , content to devour her with his eyes. 

His chin was resting on his hand, one finger stroking his cheek, but it was the way he was looking at Julia that took his breath away. His eyelids were lowered and his smile had a very secretive, erotic quality. He seemed lost in a world by himself. Julia couldn't tear her eyes away from his.. She felt as a bird must feel when it's caught in the hypnotic charm of a snake. As she watched him, he slowly ran his tongue over his upper lip. He never took his eyes from hers. She found she couldn't break eye contact. It was as if he willed her to look into his eyes. He pressed his lips together for a brief moment and sent her an 'air" kiss and licked his lips again.

Julia was getting a little uncomfortable with this. She wondered what kind of game this man was playing. He seemed harmless enough, but her own feelings were making her nervous. She found him way too sexy and the worst part was , she was beginning to respond to his erotic behavior. She was getting very warm, but figured it was the drink.

They might as well have been alone at the bar for he paid not the slightest heed to the other patrons, but continued his seduction of Julia. As he continued to run his tongue over his lips, he slowly ran his right hand down his chest. To the others in the bar it was innocent enough, but Julia knew what he was doing. His gaze became more intense as he willed Julia to touch her own breast. Slowly her hand moved to her breast and lightly moved down it.

He smiled and nodded knowingly. Yes, now she was playing the game even if she wasn't aware of it. He laced his fingers together and leaned his chin on his hands. Never taking his eyes off Julia's, he began to nibble on the knuckle of his forefinger. Julia did the same. Almost imperceptibly, he slid the end of his finger into his mouth and began sucking on it. Julia chewed her knuckles until they hurt. He was mentally raping Julia and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

She was sure now that it wasn't the drinks making her warm. In fact she was past warm. She was down right hot! All her senses were electrified. She felt as if she was sitting in a hot steamy pool of wetness. Her vagina was undergoing some tremendous muscle crunches as she squeezed her thighs together.She wanted desperately to slid her hands into her panties .She couldn’t remember when her pussy had been so hot and hungry for a man. 

SHE WANTED THAT MAN!

He tilted his head back, bit down on his lip so hard it brought blood.The muscles in his face tightened and contorted briefly, then he gave a huge sigh, looked a Julia and smiled a smile of triumph.

He called the bartender over and handed him a note to give to Julia. As she read it he slipped out the door and was gone.

The note read,"How was your orgasm? Mine was wonderful. Thank you!"

Julia was furious, mentally calling him every kind of son-of-a bitch. How dare he do this to her!!!

Chapter 2

Julia quickly paid for her lunch and hurried out side. She looked up and down the street frantically. She couldn't understand why, but she felt she had to find this man. She had caught a glimpse of him as he left the building and she thought he had turned left. She turned to the left and began walking in that direction.

What the hell am I doing she thought. I'm not the kind of woman to go chasing a strange man down the street. Yet, here she was doing just that!

Julia had gone only one block when someone fell into step beside her. 

"Looking for me"? he asked. He smiled that same sexy, taunting smile.

"What makes you think I'm looking for you?" Julia asked. How conceited of him to assume she was after him.

"Because I don't think you finished our little game satisfactorily." He gave her a questioning look. "Did you"?

"I wasn't aware that we had a 'little game' " Julia bluffed.

"Really? Do you mean you weren't getting all hot and bothered in the restaurant?" he teased.

"You know you were and now your out here looking for the man that makes you cream your pants and I think you want some of the real thing". He had her by the shoulders forcing her to look into his deep smoldering eyes. For the life of her she was melting again. She admitted to herself that she not only wanted the real thing, but she had to have it.

She could only nod her head. He took her hand and started to lead her toward his car. She was still so aroused she would follow him anywhere.

"I live nearby", he told her." We'll go there and finish what we started"

"Did you know I'd follow you out of the bar?" she asks.

"Yes". 

"How?"

"Because you didn't reach an orgasm in there." He told her boldly."and I don't think you're the kind of woman to be satisfied with less."

"Why are you doing this to me" she whined. 

"Because your very sexy looking and I'm horny and need to fuck someone and you obviously need to be fucked so lets go ".

Once inside his apartment, he wasted no time undressing Julia. He even managed to make it seem like they were old lovers and not two people who had just met. He wasn't having sex so much as making love. Julia was sure that he turned every sex act into a romantic love session. He was wonderful. 

Every move he made was to insure her pleasure. Julia returned the favor and did what she could to please him with her efforts. He knew so many ways to make a woman feel good and he did them all slowly and deliberately. Although he treated her tenderly, there was a trace of savagery in kisses that bruised her lips. He brought Julia to the brink of orgasm time after time, withdrawing only to bring her back again. This strange man had her frantically begging him to fuck her She was a moaning helpless mass of hot uncontrolled sex . Julia had been turned into a wild savage animal and when she erupted in a thunderous climax she tore shreds of skin from his back as he crushed her mouth in a brutal kiss.

Afterwards Julia lay beside him in peaceful relaxation. Never had she been so completely satisfied by a lover. She wondered if she would ever see him again. 

Maybe she would just have to have lunch at that bar again sometime.

The end.



Julia



It was on a business trip to eastern Canada that I ran across one of the most sensual and erotic Mistresses I’d ever encountered. I was staying at a class hotel in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and - in the dining room on my second night - I spotted a striking woman at the salad bar. I didn’t realize it then, since I’d been reading a newspaper up until I saw her, but her table was directly across from mine. I learned that when I watched her walk toward me and then branch off. She was blonde, about 5'9", had a great figure, and showed it in her form-fitting business suit. Unusually high heels adorned her feet. As she sat down, she stared straight back at me. That shook me a bit since, up until then, I’d been the one doing all the gawking. She said something. I didn’t hear her and excused myself.

“I said, would you like to join me?” she repeated.

I didn’t answer, just picked up what I had and moved to her table. Her name, she said, was Julia and she, too was staying at the hotel for the week. She said her company had sent her to Halifax to train employees in the branch office on a new accounting procedure.

“So, how do you like your job?” I asked.

“I like training,” she responded, “but I prefer doing it on a more personal basis.”

“I know what you mean,” I said. “You like dealing one on one.”

“Yes,” she replied. And on other things besides accounting.”

That was interesting. I didn’t know where she was going but her introduction into the conversation of certain innuendo was unmistakable. Our patter took the usual sequence, with even more pointed flirtation interspersed. As we finished our after-dinner coffee, Julia suggested we go back to her room for a night cap. We’d just got nicely settled in when she brought the conversation back to training. “Have you ever had any personal instruction?”

“That depends on what you’re talking about,” said I, smoothly.

Her face hardened as she got to the point. “I don’t like verbal jousting. Have you ever been trained by a female?”

Based on the content of our chat so far, I had a pretty good idea of what she was talking about and, taking the plunge, responded: “I had a Mistress in Toronto for a number of years.”

“Good. Now we’re getting somewhere. When was your last session?”

That confirmed it. I thought my “Mistress” answer was ambiguous enough so that she would either relate immediately to BD or else think more conventional thoughts. Her use of the word session broke my mental log jam. I told her that my last experience had been about eight months ago and the reason there’d been nothing since was that the Mistress I’d been seeing had seeming dropped of the face of the earth. She sat quietly for a moment or two, then told me to go into the bathroom, take off my clothes and wait for her call. I hung everything up on the back of the bathroom door, lit a cigarette, and sat on the side of the tub. I’d just taken the last drag on the smoke when I heard her call, “Get out here, slave.”

Naked, I approached Julia where she sat on the king-size bed. She no longer had the look of the independent business lady. Now, her dress was off. In its place was an erotic display of lacy underwear, from a red satin bra through matching panties and garter belt. Black seamed stockings, four-inch spiked shoes and black leather gloves completed her wardrobe. She sat with a leg crossed. Beside her was an assortment of toys ranging from cuffs, a collar, short chains, connectors and a black cat’o’nine tails.

“On your knees,” she demanded.

Kneeling, I looked up those gorgeous long legs to her stocking tops and at the beautiful breasts spilling over the cups of the bra. 

“Lick my shoe.”

Lowering my head, I ran my tongue all over the patent leather pump’s surface. When she tilted her foot and offered her heel, I sucked it deeply. She took the black leather dog collar and fastened it snugly around my neck before snapping on a leash. “You’re a real smart aleck, aren’t you? Well, from this point on, you’re going to do exactly as you’re told. You’re nothing more than my little animal. And little animals need training. You’ll address me only by answering “Yes, Mistress” or “Thank you, Mistress.” Any questions, slave?”

“No, Mistress,” I said.

She had me extend my hands toward her, slipped and locked the cuffs onto my wrists, and then picked up her whip. “Bend over, slave. You’ve already disobeyed me. Now your training begins.”

My ass in the air, my face on the floor, I felt Julia’s whip across my ass as I heard her berate me for answering her question in the negative. “Any questions, slave?”

Learning quickly, I responded, “Yes, Mistress. Would you please whip me again?”

“I’d be delighted,” she said. “Let’s go for 20 this time. Count the strokes and thank me after each. Ready for my whip, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

Mistress Julia stood and positioned herself beside me. I felt her lashes on my buttocks, alternating from one side to the other. After each blow, I gave the count and thanked Mistress Julia. I could see her using her free hand to rub her crotch. And it was obvious she was at once using the stimuli of whipping while masturbating to get even more turned-on. By the eighteenth stroke, I was whimpering. My ass was red hot.

“Are you enjoying my little kisses, slave?” she whispered.

In tears, I responded, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. I’m enjoying it, too. In fact, I love the way your ass meets my whip. And I love the way the strands splay over the whole area. We’ve got two more to go. Shall I make them nice and hard?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I just knew you’d agree,” she said, as she took a step back and raised her arm. I tensed. Then I saw the blur as her hand came down and, a split-second later, felt the whip as it bit into my sensitive skin. I screamed.

“We can’t have that,” she said, “although I love hearing you scream. Just stay where you are a second and I’ll get a little gag. You’ve got one more coming and I want both of us to enjoy it to the fullest.”

She held the tip of a four-inch rubber penis to my mouth and told me to lick and suck it; to make it nice and wet. Then, she slipped it in my mouth to the max, tying the straps at the back of my neck. The dildo tickled my throat as she took up her position beside me once again.

“Here’s the last of your 20. And another five for screaming instead of counting and thanking me.”

I braced myself. The 20th lash slammed down over my ass. I screamed again but this time the rubber cock buried in my mouth muffled the sound. I mumbled the count and a thank you. She understood and said that I was learning. I was surprised when Mistress Julia walked into the bathroom and returned holding a bottle of lotion. She knelt and, removing her gloves, spread the lotion evenly on her hands, then massaged the cooling lubricant all over the surface of my whipped skin. Afterwards, she told me I could get back up on my knees. “Don’t think you’re off the hook, slave. I haven’t forgotten the extra five. They’ll come a little later.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mistress Julia removed the cock gag. “Is it better without my cock in your mouth, slave?” she asked.

Kneeling, my chin on my chest, I responded, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Well, we can’t have your lips and tongue not doing anything. Press them to the toe of my shoe and hold that position. Don’t lick my leather until I tell you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, and stretched face down before her, planting my lips on the toe of her shoe. I couldn’t see what she was doing but soon Mistress Julia began squirming. I felt her wriggling and whimpering. 

A moment or two later, I heard her say, “Oh, yes. I love playing with my little love button after whipping a slave. I love it when he’s at my feet and worshiping me, groveling on the floor before me. And I love bringing myself off knowing he’s down on the floor with a huge erection, burning up with desire for me. Oh, yes... I love... I love it.”

She moaned, yanking on my leash making it taut as she orgasmed. 

Taking time to recuperate, Mistress Julia then stood and walked me by my leash to the center of the room. Dildo in hand, she said, “I haven’t forgotten your final five, slave. Open your mouth.”

Obediently, I accepted the rubber cock into my mouth and sat still as she fastened it. “Put your head on the floor, your ass in the air.”

I manoeuvred into position as best I could.

“Are you looking forward to your beating, slave?”

I mumbled in the affirmative.

“Good,” she said. “So am I.”

Without waiting to hear my response, Mistress Julia brought her whip down in two quick, hard strokes. I screamed into the gag.

“Scream, my darling slave, scream. I love seeing you in agony.”

She gave the final three lashes in slow progression, allowing me time to mellow out just a little between each. When it was all over, Mistress Julia ordered me back onto my knees and removed the gag. Leaving me sobbing where I was, she walked back to the bed.

A moment later, I heard her command, “Put the leash in your mouth and crawl over here, slave.”

Tears brimming, I moved towards her. She took the leash from between my teeth and, with her other hand - in gentle and knowing movements - fondled my cock and balls. My erection quickly returned to full glory.

“Play with it for me, pet. Show me how much you love your Mistress. I want you to cum for me. I want you to cum all over my beautiful shoe. And I want to see lots of it. That’s it, pull it. Make love to yourself. Make love to my beautiful foot and shoe, the one you’ve been kissing and licking all night long. Are you ready to cum for your Mistress?”

“Yes, Mistress Julia. Please, please let me cum.”

“Then do it. Shoot your juices all over my foot and shoe. Don’t spill a drop on the floor.”

I pulled my cock faster, feeling the wonderful physiological sensation of compulsive milking even as the body tried to hold back emission. Moments before I ejaculated, Mistress Julia whispered, “After you cum, slave, you know what you’ll do then, don’t you? That’s right, you’re going to lick and swallow every drop of it from my beautiful shoe. Cum, slave. Cum for me.”

With an intensity rarely experienced, I came all over the toe of her shoe, spilling onto her stockinged foot. And, yes, I bent and used my mouth and tongue to clean, suck, lick and swallow all of it. There was so much. I stayed on my knees even after my sexual fulfillment because I wanted her domination of me to go on and on and on.

Mistress Julia gave me permission to speak. “Mistress,” I said, “May I stay here in your room tonight?”

“Yes you may, slave. You’ll sleep with me in my bed. But as long as you’re here, you’ll wear the slave collar and you’ll have your hands cuffed to the headboard. I don’t want you bothering me during the night. And tomorrow, before we both go back to work, I’ll give you a nice ‘Good Morning Whipping’. Would you like that, slave?” 



Julia



Matt

I watched Julia from the deck as she played volleyball in our back yard with her friends from school. It was a beautiful spring day, in fact so warm, that most of the young women wore bikinis, and the two boys who had come to Julia's party were wearing just their swimming trunks. It was Julia's 18th birthday, and I couldn't help but feel proud as I saw her laughing and joking with friends, jumping for the volleyball, her enormous breasts threatening to burst from the confines of an overworked sports bra. The huge, firm, rounded globes of her ass similarly stretched the seams of the skin-tight shorts she wore, and I was reminded once again of how Julia had finally embraced her sexuality in the past few months, instead of trying to hide behind baggy clothes, and conservative swim wear. 

For years, Julia had tried to disguise the size of her breasts, and had quit the cheerleading squad as well as the basketball team years ago because of the distraction and spectacle her chest became when she tried to run or jump. I thought of Julia's mother Katherine, whom I had fathered Julia with not long after I finished college, remembering the size of her breasts and how I had thought I'd never see a woman equally as endowed, but Julia surpassed even Katherine. 

My eyes moved over each of Julia's friends as they played volleyball, laughing and giggling, enjoying one of the last moments they would have as a set of friends together before college. Kelly, a young black girl with a taut bubble ass, and breasts that would be considered huge if not for Julia's mind-boggling assets, was wearing a thong and had spent most of the day bending over in front of me, enticing me to take her in the ass as I had a week ago when she came over to study for finals with Julia. She had as beautiful a smile as I had ever seen, outside of Julia, and she caught me staring and winked as my eyes poured over her bobbling breasts, and flat stomach. She had once whispered to me that she had a secret crush on Julia, and asked if there was any Latin blood in the family. When I asked her what she meant, she referred to Julia's ass as "a booty J-Lo would be jealous of." 

The thought of Kelly and Julia making love danced in my head, and my cock strained inside my shorts. At least 8 of the other girls at the party had been in my bed at various times, all with Julia's approval. She said, "at least her friends weren't with careless boys that would ruin their lives". 

Julia and I talked about everything from her schoolwork, to her sex life, which she maintained was nil. Although students and teachers hit her on, men and women alike, she hadn't yet slept with a boy. She had gotten close, but as soon as the lucky young man got her blouse open, and her tits were exposed to his view, he exploded inside his shorts, and ended the date prematurely, wanting to escape his own embarrassment. 

I understood the boy's dilemma, as it had happened to me with Katherine, Julia's mother. Katherine had straddled me, not bothering to take her skirt off, pulled her panties down, and slid my cock into her wet sex, groaning as she opened her blouse and pulled off her bra. As soon as her beautiful breasts bounced free, I felt my balls tighten, my abdomen seize, and a huge load of cum began spurting up into Katherine. 

"No!" Katherine had cried, trying to scramble off me. "Not in me, you can't," she screamed, even as I held her buttocks down, thrusting up into her. After I finished, Katherine, who had exploded in orgasm despite her protests when she felt my cum splashing around inside of her, fell on top of me. I held her close, kissing her hair, stroking her soft, lush skin. We made love for most of that night, and several weeks later, she told me she was pregnant. 

I had gotten my own mother pregnant. She was my adopted mother, not flesh and blood, but that didn't seem to make a difference in my eyes. Julia believed her mother was a girl I had met in college, and that had died giving birth to her. In fact, Katherine had passed away shortly after giving birth to Julia, but everything else was a lie. That was the part I feared the most. In time, I knew that Julia would understand what had happened between my mother and I, but the deceit would be something that she might never forgive me for. We were as close as a man and a woman could be outside of marriage, we told each other all our secrets, and something like this, I believed, would shatter her image of me. 

Despite that lingering dread, my cock hardened even more watching all the young women in front of me, running, bouncing, and jiggling. I selected Shay, a petite young blonde that I had met for the first time that day, and decided I would focus my attention on her. Her hair was short, stylishly tousled, though now it was soaked through with sweat. Her t-shirt clung to her braless breasts, and her skin-tight shorts looked as though they had become too small for her several years ago. 

Eventually, the volleyball game ended, and most of the kids jumped into the pool to cool off. Julia smiled as she approached me on the deck, and sat down hard in my lap. I wondered if she could feel my hard on pressing through my shorts as her incredible ass press against it. 

I looked deep into her eyes as she knowingly smiled. 

"Who's got you all worked up now?" She asked. "Or is it all of them."

"Yes, it's all of you," I replied. "But I was really pleased to meet Miss Shay, does she have a boyfriend?"

"Are you kidding?" Julia said, looking down into the pool at Shay who had changed into a bikini before getting into the pool. 

"What do you mean by that?"

"She's really shy. She wasn't wearing a bra during the game because it was cutting in to her, and we had to work on her for ten minutes to just take it off. This is the least conservative I've ever seen her dress. But no, she doesn't have a boyfriend. Doesn't matter though, you'll never get her."

Julia turned her head and I began stroking her thighs, peering down the front of her bra as her huge mounds swelled up over the elastic. My breath sifted across the nape of her neck, and she leaned back against me. My cock settled between the cheeks of her ass, and she moaned softly as my hands moved up her thighs, stopping just short of her sex. 

"Damn, are you going to fuck your sister?" A voice behind me chuckled softly, and I jerked my hands from Julia's body. 

"Excuse me?" Julia gasped. "Becky, you're such a ho." They both laughed, and I smiled as Julia stood. 

Becky was different from most of Julia's friends, in that she didn't possess the flat stomach, or toned ass that nearly ever other girl I had met from Julia's school did. She wasn't a cheerleader, didn't play any sports, and would probably not have been as popular as she was had she not been friends with Julia. 

Her beautiful brown eyes, dimpled cheeks, and long, silky, gorgeous brown hair would have made a lot of women jealous, but she was overweight, and thus, most of her body was hidden with baggy shorts, and a large t-shirt. She was beautiful, but mostly ignored because of her size. Julia loved her like a sister though, and had for years. 

"Well, if you're not busy, Matt, can you help me for a second? It's about Julia's present." Julia had jumped in the pool, and I stood, following Becky into the house. 

My cock was still throbbing as I followed Becky upstairs to Julia's room, where I assumed Becky had hidden the present. 

As soon as I entered, Becky walked over to the far wall near the window that looked down on the back yard. She had her shirt off before I could say a word, and soon after, her shorts dropped at her feet. She leaned back against the wall, looking at me intensely, studying my reaction to her body.

"I know I'm not as sexy as the other girls you've had, but I've known you the longest, and you've never even approached me. Is it because I'm fat?"

"Beck, please you're not fat but you should put your clothes back on." 

Some of her hair had fallen into her face, and she peered at me through some of the shiny strands. She had her back arched slightly as she leaned against the wall, emphasizing her huge breasts, which sagged only slightly from their own weight. Her stomach was round and soft, and a small roll of flesh emerged when she bent over to pull her shorts from around her ankles. Becky's thighs were meaty, but firm, and a small patch of brown hair, sparse and inviting, covered her sex. The hair was glistening with her arousal. She turned around to show me her ass. Though not nearly as toned and firm as most of her friends, the globes of Becky's ass were thick and full, and she had two small dimples atop each cheek where her lower back sloped down into her waist. 

She bent over, and pulled the cheeks apart, and I gasped, her shy pink asshole exposed to me for the first time, as well as the ripe mound of her sex. 

I continued to protest even as I moved closer, unzipping my shorts, letting them fall to the floor. My engorged cock sprang forward in front of me, so hard and erect, that it nearly slapped my abdomen as escaped the confines of my clothes. I slid my hands down Becky's smooth back to cup the flesh of her wide hips. She moved upright again, placing her palms against the wall. My cock slid up into the crack of her ass, grazing her puckered hole before it lay flat against her, trapped by her fleshy cheeks. 

"You can take that hole too, I promise," Becky whispered back over her shoulder. "But I want you in my pussy first. I'm a virgin, Matty, though really, I took that myself with a vibrator."

I had known Becky since she was 5, and her family moved in down the street. She had always been heavier than most girls her age, and that had made her shy. But as my hands moved across her body, and I drove my cock up and down between her thick ass cheeks, I couldn't think of a more beautiful girl in the world at that moment. I felt I was just meeting her for the first time. 

My hands found her tits as she leaned back against me, wrapping her arms around my head while I kissed and licked her neck. She turned her head and my lips found hers, accepting her tongue into my mouth, sucking on it, while I squeezed her breasts in my hands, squashing them together. 

"You are very sexy, Beck," I whispered. "I've never felt such soft skin." I slid one hand down over her belly and found her sex, the hair covering it soaked in her juices. I eased one finger, then a second inside her, and she groaned, whispering to me even as I drank from her lips yet again. 

"Take me, Matty," she whispered. "I've wanted it for so long. I've watched you fuck so many other girls, and now it's me, finally."

I turned her in my arms, and eased her back against the wall. She saw me naked for the first time, and her eyes lit up. 

"I've never seen a naked man up close," she said, her lips inches from my own. "You have a beautiful cock, Matty." She took it in her hand as I hooked my arm around her left thigh, raising her leg. 

"Guide me in, sweetie," I said, watching her eyes. She adjusted herself, steering the head of my cock to her opening, stroking herself with it, and teasing both of us.

"Please, baby," I moaned softly. "Please, I don't want to shoot all over you."

"At least not yet," she said with a smirk. "I don't know if I want you to cum in me, or all over my face and tits yet, like you did with my mother..."

I was too lost in my own lust, and the lushness of her young flesh to pursue the comment. She was pressing my cock down, and the head slipped inside.

"Keep your eyes open, sweetie," I commanded quietly. "I want to see your eyes when I fill your tight little pussy."

Julia hadn't turned the air conditioner on in her room, and the sweat poured off both Becky and myself, making our skin stick together as my cock slid slowly into her soaking, tight folds. 

"Jesus Christ," I cried as her pussy gripped me tightly. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head, her sex was as tight as I had ever known, and Becky's eyes grew round and hazy.

"God Matty, it feels better than I thought it would," she groaned. "Fuck me hard, baby. I've waited so long."

I began to thrust, and she arched her back. She lifted a breast to my lips, and I suckled at her nipple for moment as I found my rhythm, driving my cock deep inside her young body. She lifted her right leg, and I lifted her up a bit, pushing her harder against the wall as she locker her ankles just below my ass. Her hands squeeze my buttocks, pulling me in, and cries began to jerk out of her throat uncontrollably. I felt her shudder in my arms, as her cries grew louder, and I began to pound her harder, my head now buried between her large, sweaty breasts. 

"Fuck me harder, oh God, harder Matty! Fuck, I'm Cumming!" 

"Yes, Beck, you like that, sweetie...you like that?" I felt her pussy quake around my cock, and soon a fresh supply of her juice coated me, soaking my pubic hair. 

I looked up at her, and she attacked my lips again, kissing me, begging me through clenched teeth to keep pounding her.

"Fuck me harder, Matty. Come on, you can do it, baby, fuck me harder. Fuck me like I was Julia."

"Beck, what..." I whispered, still driving my cock into her. 

"I know you want her, fuck me like I'm your little sister..." she cried, rolling her head back against the wall yet again. 

"You little slut," I cried, picking up the pace. "You fucking slut..."

"Yes, do me, your little sister-slut, fuck your little sister-slut, like you fuck everything else that moves, Matty..." she whispered, pulling me even tighter against her. 

I slid my hands down to cup her ass cheeks, and I picked her up, my cock still buried inside of her. I carried her to Julia's bed and eased her down, rising above her. I began to pump her furiously, clutching at her tits as she began screaming my name.

"You're so fucking tight," I groaned, riding her body hard and fast. 

I couldn't stop, even as I saw Julia peer into the room at her door. I locked my eyes on her, as Becky came beneath me again, her cries echoing through the room.

Julia watched intently, and she seemed even more beautiful than she ever had as I looked into her eyes while I fucked her best friend on her bed.

"I've eaten her, Matty, I've had my tongue inside all her holes," Becky whispered. "Do you wanna know what her cream tastes like? Do you wanna know what she sounds like when she cums? Do you want to know what her breasts taste like, or how they feel when you squeeze those huge things together? Or what her big ass feels like when you squeeze it in your hands? "

"Oh God," I cried, feeling my balls tighten as I slammed Becky down into Julia's bed. "I'm going to cum, sweetie, all for you." I was looking at Julia as I spoke. Her face had gone red, listening to Becky's words, but she hadn't left the doorway. Her left hand had risen unconsciously to her breast, and she was cupping the side of it casually. 

"You wanna lick her asshole, put your face right in that bubble ass, don't you Matty," Becky said beneath me. "She's saving it, Matty."

"Oh God, Julia," I began to moan, unable to stop the words from jerking out of my throat.

"She wants you to fuck her Matty, and cum all over her, and in her...she wants you to make her pregnant Matty, she wants your babies..."

"Oh Fuck! Fuck, Julia, oh fuck baby, I'm Cumming.... Oh Fuck...."

My cock exploded inside Becky, shooting blast after blast of hot cum in thick ropes deep inside Becky's womb. I continued thrusting as the cum spurted inside her again and again, until finally, Becky's tight sex had drained me of all my seed. I collapsed on top of her, still watching Julia, whose hand had gone down the front of her shorts. I watched her shudder to climax as Becky licked the sweat off me, kissing my face. 

Julia opened her eyes, realized what she had done, and quickly left the doorway, closing the door behind her. I looked down at Becky who was smiling up at me.

"You screamed your sister's name," she giggled. 

"I'm sorry, it's just that Julia caught us. She was in the doorway."

"I know she was, but that's not why you called out her name. You pretended it was her you were fucking."

"When did you get to be such a nasty girl?" I laughed, and dipped my head to kiss her. 

The sun had gone down, and with it, the temperature. Becky and I stayed in Julia's bed, moving beneath the covers. We made love well into the early evening, until a knock at the door disturbed me.

I turned as the door opened, and Julia popped her head in. 

"Are you going to fuck that slut all night? If you are, I'd appreciate it if you banged her in your own room. I need to change the sheets before I got to bed, I'd rather not sleep in her cum."

"Julia, I..."

"I'm not a slut," Becky said, sitting up in bed. 

"He wanted Shay, Becky. He wanted to fuck Shay, but you spread your legs before he could get to her. I was going to ask her to stay, Matt, but when we heard Becky begging for it like a whore, Shay went home. Embarrassed. So was I. My friend's joke about me pimping them to you." 

She slammed the door, and I got up to go after her. 

"She's just angry that it wasn't her getting banged," Becky chuckled. "She'll cool off."

"Becky, please..."

"Sorry, sorry. Look, it's past ten. I'd better get home before my mother falls asleep with a burning cigarette again. She's nothing but a drunk."

I sat on the edge of the bed naked, as Becky got dressed. 

"I had a wonderful time, Matty. I like knowing I'm full of your cum." She kissed me on the cheek, and despite myself, my cock responded once again, rising between my legs. 

"Oh my, shall I suck you off before I go?"

"Becky, no, please, it's probably better if you just left."

She stood up, smiled, and walked out of the room, leaving the door open. 

I sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about Julia's words. She wasn't wrong; I had put her in a strange position that I'd never considered before. What if her friends weren't joking? I'd fucked at least 15 different girls Julia had met in school. I'd had some of their mothers, some of Julia's teachers, even her gynecologist. It dawned on me then, that much of it wasn't just about sex, but about getting closer to Julia in a way I couldn't possibly be. 

Julia walked in a short time later, and slumped her shoulders when she saw me. My cock was still hard between my legs. Despite all the issues rolling around in my mind, whenever I thought of Julia, her enormous breasts and incredible ass, as well as her cherry red lips, sparkling blue eyes, and warm smile kept interrupting my thoughts.

And now she was standing in front of me, drinking in my body, completely naked to her view. 

"Jesus, Matt, after all that you're still hard. Put some clothes on." 

"Julia, honey, I'm sorry," I said, standing. I hadn't heard a word she said, my mind was in damage control mode, and I had so many things I needed to say to her.

She looked up at me, and once again, I was staggered by her beauty. Her face possessed the elegance and grace of movie stars from long ago. The conflict between innocence, and smoldering sexuality just beneath the surface in her eyes was overpowering. 

Her lips were trembling, and I pulled her to me. 

She stepped into my arms, and I held her. The familiar feeling of her breasts crushed against me did nothing to quell the aching in my organ, and it throbbed painfully against her thinly covered mound. 

"I didn't mean to call Becky a slut, it's just that, she said all those awful things. Why did she say all those awful things?"

"She didn't seem to really mind, Jules. She loves you. And she knows that you love her as well. Maybe it was just the heat of passion. She hadn't been with anyone before. I felt horrible, you know how she is with her self-esteem."

"So you did that for her? Please, I'm not that stupid." 




Julia



Trying to control my passion was nearly impossible. My cock was rubbing against her sex, my hands were just inches from her huge buttocks, and my nose was bombarded with the smell of her freshly washed hair. Looking down at her, I could see directly into the cavernous crease between her breasts, and for a moment, I fought the urge to rip her shorts down and stab my cock into her virgin sex, working her on my cock even as she screamed, before unleashing a torrent of cum inside her young womb.

But she spoke, and my mind drifted back to the present. Julia's hands had slipped down to the tops of my ass cheeks, and she was squeezing them softly, allowing her hands to work the flesh gently, almost imperceptibly.

"I know that you like women, and you love sex, Matt. And I'm glad that my friends are with someone that doesn't maul them in the back seats of cars, has their way with them, and then never speaks to them again. I've told you all that before."

"Jules, you're not pimping..."

"I know, I know. They've all wanted you as much as you wanted them. What they see in a 40 year old guy, I'll never know, but still..."

She laughed, even as her hands were squeezing my ass cheeks harder. She was rubbing her mound against my cock, grinding her breasts into me, and I realized Julia was masturbating herself against me. 

"I'm sorry Matt, I love you, and you know that. You've taken such good care of me." 

Once again, I looked into her eyes and fought the urge to kiss her deeply, as a man kisses a woman. But Julia was my daughter, conceived by a son and his mother, and whatever feelings of lust I felt were overcome with the fear of knowing I could very well lose her when she learned of my deception. 

Julia had begun to moan, and her grinding against me grew stronger. She had begun kissing my chest as she worked herself towards orgasm, licking the sweat off me, tasting my skin. I held her, my hands finally drifting to her buttocks. I gasped when I clamped my hands down over them, I had never touched her ass before, though I had thought about it more times than she would ever know. 

"Oh God, Matty, I'm Cumming...I'm sorry...I..."

"Shhh, it's ok sweetie..." "Oh God, yes, yes..." she groaned, lightly biting my nipple, pressing her body against me even tighter. I squeezed her ass, pummeling the fleshy, taut cheeks in my hands, working them completely. Her shorts were so tight that I could feel her muscles flexing, though the material made it impossible for me to slip my hands beneath. 

My cock had become trapped between her legs, and though she may not have realized it, she was pumping it slightly as her body undulated back and forth. I felt my balls begin to tighten, and I tried to hold back.

Julia exploded in my arms, crying out, rubbing her breasts up and down, as she slumped to her knees in front of me. Just then, my cock exploded, shooting a huge rope of cum directly into Julia's face.

She moaned my name, even as the cum splattered across her forehead, coating it and her right eye in my seed. A second blast hit her lips, and chin, and her tongue snaked out. She turned her head, and a third rope coated her nostril, a small bubble forming when she breathed out. She opened her mouth to speak, and got a mouthful of cum when the final load landed on the back of her tongue, and across her bottom teeth. 

I ran out of the room to get her a towel, but when I got back, Julia was lying on the floor, and save for a strand of cum that had landed in her hair, she had completely cleaned her face off. 

"Jules, I'm so sorry," I whispered, dropping to my knees. I looked around for a shirt, or my shorts, trying to find what she had used, but she simply smiled. 

"It's okay, Matty, it was my fault. I couldn't help it. You have a beautiful body, big brother." 

"Thank you," I whispered under my breath, pulling on my shorts. 

It was nearly 10 o'clock before I pulled the steaks off the grill and set them down in front of the plates Julia had placed on the table out on the back deck. 

She smiled as she walked out on the deck, carrying a plate with baked potatoes, and another with several ears of corn. Her hair was still wet from her shower, and she had changed into a pair of cutoff shorts and a white tank top that hadn't fit her properly in five years. Over the tank she wore one of my blue button-downs with the sleeves rolled up. Julia set the table, occasionally glancing in my direction as I turned off the gas to the grill. She repeatedly tucked a small, wet ringlet of hair behind her ear, a sure sign that she was deep in thought.

There was an uncomfortable silence as she sat down, something that had never, to my recollection, existed between us. 

"Jules, about earlier..."

"Matt, it's okay, really. I don't want to talk about it. Things got crazy, but really, there's nothing else to say."

"I hate this feeling we have. It's not right."

"I'm embarrassed," she said, putting her fork down on her plate. She slumped over the table, squashing her breasts against her forearm, which was resting near the edge. Her flesh bulged up over the top of the tank, and I couldn't help but sneak a quick glance. 

"What do you have to be embarrassed about?" I moved my chair closer to the table, reaching for her hand. 

She finally looked over at me, and I held her gaze for a moment. Eventually she looked down at the table again, though she let me take her hand in mine.

"I'm embarrassed for watching you with Becky, I'm embarrassed about what she said, I'm embarrassed for what I said to both of you, and obviously, about what happened when she left." 

"Sweetie, you didn't do anything wrong. There's truth to what you say, I told you that earlier. For some reason, I seem to think I should sleep with everyone that wants to sleep with me. I've been doing that for a while now, it's not the way I should be acting at my age."

"You're age?" she chuckled. "Matt, you're only 40 years old." 

"Exactly, and still acting like I'm 18."

"And what's wrong with the way 18 year olds act?" she said, raising her eyebrows in mock offense. I could see that she was still struggling with the events of the day, but the wall was coming down rapidly. 

"Nothing, so long as you're 18." 

She laughed, and resumed eating. 

"I hope your birthday wasn't ruined, Jules." 

"Of course it wasn't, I just never really thought about what happened when one of my friends spent the night in your room with you. I heard things of course, and they'd tell me, but nothing really detailed. You're my brother, and aside from comments girls make about boys, I didn't know too much."

"But then you saw me with Becky..." "Yeah." 

"I don't care about what she said, or why she said it. I mean, maybe it turns her on to think of a father and daughter making love, or..."

"You mean, brother and sister..." she corrected. I nodded, taking a sip of my beer. 

"Well, anyway, it's obvious you haven't found the right person yet, and you shouldn't have sex thrown in your face the way I've done it around here. It hasn't been on purpose, but that doesn't excuse the insensitivity of it. I'm sorry, Julia, I really am. I love you so much."

We finished dinner, and Julia fell asleep with her head in my lap on the couch. I tried to wake her when the movie we started watching ended, but she was apparently exhausted, because nothing I did seemed to work. 

I eased out from under her, wrapped my arms beneath her, and carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. As soon as I walked, I knew it was a mistake. I had started to change Julia's bed sheets, but it was getting so late, I had to help her with dinner. The comforter, and top sheet were rolled up at the end of the bed, partially hanging on the floor. Directly in the center of the plain blue sheet was a large wet stain. I didn't want to put Julia down on the floor, and I couldn't change the sheets with her lying on them, so I carried her into my room, and placed her gently on my bed. 

I pulled her socks off, and eased her under the sheet, as the cool spring air had settled in after the heat from the surprisingly warm day had dissipated. 

The wind woke me several hours later, as it scattered assorted papers and folders from my desk onto the floor. A storm was moving in, and I quickly hopped out of bed to shut the windows and lower the blinds. I couldn't see a thing without the moonlight, and nearly tripped over a pair of shoes as I got back into bed. 

Julia was asleep; I could hear her soft, sweet breathing, even though her face was turned in the opposite direction. She had the sheet pulled up to her chin, as the room had grown noticeably cooler, and I did the same as I crawled in bed. Julia had moved towards the center of the bed in her sleep, and my hand brushed the smooth skin of her back as I rolled over on my left side.

Closing my eyes, I quickly opened them again when I realized that I had felt bare skin when I brushed Julia's back. I hadn't felt the cotton tank top she was wearing when I put her in bed. My cock immediately rose between my legs, as if someone had flipped a switch to "on." 

"My God," I whispered, nuzzling closer to her. After a long struggle with my own lust, I eventually rolled on to my back, tucked my arm behind my head, and fell asleep to the sound of Julia's rhythmic breathing. It was nice to have someone in bed beside me again. Someone I loved.

Julia

I developed breasts much earlier than anyone else my age. Becky would tease me about it relentlessly, as would the other kids in my class. I was wearing a bra before most girls discovered that boys weren't all "icky." As I got older, they continued to grow, and I was wearing a D-Cup by the time I was a freshman in high school. The boys had been flirting with me since Junior High, especially the older ones, and no matter how much embarrassment I endured, my body continued to betray me. 

Hiding my figure was impossible. Becky's breasts are huge, but they match her frame. For me, my tiny waist and narrow back only further accentuated my chest, and no matter how baggy the sweatshirts were in the winter, people noticed. Married men would stop and stare as I walked by them on the streets. I heard the comments, felt the looks, and grew more and more self-conscious. I begged to be excused from gym class, since there was no way to escape watchful eyes as I jogged around the track, or did jumping jacks with the rest of the class. 

Sports bras weren't much of help, as they didn't hide the sheer size of my breasts, and you couldn't wear anything but a t-shirt in class. Cheerleading was a no-no, though I tried that too. But the school didn't have a uniform that would fit me, and asking my brother to pay the school to have one made just for me was more embarrassing than trying to fit into the existing uniforms in front of the other girls. I shied away from dancing, or even exercising in front of others. 

I exercised at home. Matty filled the basement with all kinds of equipment that we both used, but I mainly took advantage of the treadmill. For long periods of time, I would go down into the basement, slip on my headphones, and drift away while I jogged. Sometimes, I would get lost in the music, only to find that I had been running for nearly an hour. 

All that work on the treadmill helped me escape life for a while. It didn't even really matter to me that I was strengthening my heart, or toning my body, the health benefits were a distant second to the peace I found being able to jog without feeling like a hundred pairs of eyes were watching. 

But another problem emerged that I hadn't even considered. All that running toned my legs, as well as my ass. I had always possessed a strangely shaped body, but the treadmill made things worse. My back is unusually narrow, giving me the appearance of one of those girls in the dirty Japanese cartoons. At least, I thought so. One day, I happened to look at my ass in a mirror, and I completely freaked. It was as if a thousand bees had stung each cheek, and they had swollen to immense proportions. I could never figure out why kids at school starting calling me J-Lo, especially Becky, until that moment. Immediately below my waist, the cheeks of my ass swelled out, and seemed to be defying gravity, even more so than my breasts. 

My ass had become huge! I watched myself in a mirror, walking, seeing the flesh sway gently back and forth. I thought I had become Jessica Rabbit nearly overnight. They say that some women possess an "hourglass" figure, well; I thought I looked like a figure eight. 

Anyway, I got past the self-doubt and emerged a confident young woman. Matty was so supportive, and even though he's over 20 years older than I am, I can't imagine being connected emotionally to anyone the way I am with him. I grew to appreciate my body, and though I didn't attempt to show it off, I stopped hiding behind baggy clothes. It was nice to wear things that were a little more stylish. I didn't have to hope for the cool October air to roll around each year, when sweatshirts could be worn without questions, and I didn't have to fear the coming spring. I could wear bathing suits around more people than just Becky and Matty. 

But sex was something that I couldn't quite deal with. I don't know if the act itself reminded me of a time when I was ashamed of my own body, or if it subconsciously brought about the feelings I had whenever the men on the streets would stare at me walking home from school, but for whatever reason, talk of sex, whether it was on television, in the movies, or with my friends, made me uncomfortable. That discomfort evolved into embarrassment, even as I began to learn about pleasuring myself. I couldn't deny the feelings that were beginning to enter my thoughts more and more. I would wake up in the middle of the night literally unable to stop myself from stroking my skin, tracing the slope of my breasts, gliding my fingers over my wet sex, and then down between my buttocks. 

My friends talked of hand jobs, and blowjobs, and of boys feeling them up in movie theaters or in the backs of cars. I kept my mouth shut most of the time, or I just laughed and giggled when I believed it was appropriate for the conversation. After a while, I began to admire my body, I would study it in the mirror, and pose for an invisible lover, squeezing my breasts together with my arms, bending over at the waist to see them hang like ripe fruit dangling from a forbidden tree. I began to wear tighter jeans, and tighter skirts, because I found I liked the attention my ass got. I liked knowing that most men I walked by would stop and look, even teachers. Hell, even Matty looked.

I began to talk to Becky about my ass, as I felt I had become preoccupied with it. Becky clicked on to the Internet one night, and showed me a website for a Latin girl named Vida Guerra, who had become popular mainly because of the prominence of her ass. Becky told me that "Asses like" mine were "in." But I don't think she every really understood what I was trying to say. I felt like I was developing some sort of weird fetish, as I found myself checking out every ass I encountered, from my friend Kelly, a gorgeous black girl whom Matty had taken a liking to, to Miss Kendall, my art teacher, whom, coincidentally, was my favorite teacher. She had taken a liking to Matty at a school conference, and one Saturday morning I found her wearing one of my brother's button-downs, standing in the kitchen making coffee. 

I tried explaining it further to Becky, but when she asked me quite bluntly if I was hoping to get fucked in the ass, the conversation ended. She knew she had embarrassed me, and apologized. But part of my angry reaction to the comment was the mere suggestion of it in the first place. I assumed that only some gay men practiced anal sex, but an Internet search engine proved me wrong. I didn't click on any of the sites, though I was tempted. 

I just sat and stared at all the hits I got, trying to imagine how it was possible. I was sure it couldn't possibly feel good for anyone but the lucky guy, but the truth was, I hadn't even seen an actual pornographic video to that stage in my life. I had had only one encounter with a boy that didn't last very long, and what little did happen I could barely remember. What did I know about sex? 

I had been masturbating regularly, though always after I knew my brother had gone to bed, and recently, I had begun to stimulate my asshole with a wet finger. Eventually, I had enough courage to slide my finger up to the second knuckle inside my smaller hole, while stimulating my sex with the other. The orgasms became so powerful, that I began using two fingers in each place. Just before I came, I would lift a breast to my lips and suckle on a hardened nipple. The hand I always used for this was not the hand pleasuring my ass. Strangely, I always imagined it was Matty on top of me, driving his cock into me, my mouth, my sex, and my ass, between my breasts, showering me with cum. It was not out of the ordinary for me to greet him after he got home from work by sitting on his lap. 

I felt his eyes on me, assessing the size of my breasts, watching them jiggle, watching my ass sway back and forth as I walked, or bent over to vacuum beneath the couch. I could feel his cock growing hard beneath my ass on more than one occasion, and although I was fully aware of how wrong it was, nobody else made me feel as beautiful, loved, and as confident as Matty did. I wanted to share everything with him. 

Had anyone seen me bringing myself to orgasm, or know what I thought about while fingering myself, I would have died from embarrassment. Especially after I discovered the pleasure of anal stimulation. But one night, after Matty had taken Kelly to bed, and I listened to her moans of ecstasy for nearly an hour, I couldn't help myself. Lying on my bed completely naked, writing and moaning, my hips pumping up off the bed, my fingers furiously working my holes, Becky appeared at the foot of my bed. I realized I had cried out Matty's name multiple times, and had ordered him to suck my tits, and fuck my ass. 

Most of the time, I was shocked to hear the obscenities that came out of my own mouth, especially when I began fantasizing about having Matty's babies. When I saw Becky standing there, besides the humiliation of just being caught doing what I was doing, I wondered how much she had heard.

"Oh my God," I cried. "Becky, what the hell?" I quickly tried to cover myself as Becky just stared down at me.

"Holy shit, Jules, they're fucking huge. I knew they were big, but my God." She reached down and picked up my discarded bra from the floor, found the label, and laughed incredulously. 

I watched her intently as I felt my cheeks and breasts flush red with embarrassment. Becky looked back at me and began to undress. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, pulling the pillow I was clutching over my breasts and sex tighter against me. 

"You are so beautiful, Julia." I hadn't heard her call me anything but Jules in years. For some reason, it struck a nerve with me, and I smiled. 

"Thank you, Becky." She was completely naked, and I examined her body. There weren't many people in the world that had seen her without baggy clothes on in years, but I was one of them. Her breasts were extremely large, though much smaller than my own, and her body was fleshy and soft, but not unattractive. She glided on to the bed, moving up between my legs, smiling at me. Her beautiful brown eyes were sparkling with something I later understood to be lust. 

"Becky, I'm, I'm not gay..." 

"Neither am I," she laughed. "But I've never seen anything more beautiful than you masturbating just now in my life. I interrupted you, and I want to help you cum. Please let me, Julia."

She pulled the pillow away from me, and I was surprised to find that I didn't put up much of a fight. Becky was the first person to ever see me naked, and despite my embarrassment, there was a part of me that was secretly thrilled to be so exposed to someone else's eyes. She could see every part of me, especially when she had walked in while my legs were spread, and my fingers were inside of me. Only one other person, in fact, had seen me even partially naked, save for when I wore a bathing suit, and that was Jason Reynolds, a friend of a classmate who was in town for the summer after his first year of college. I had agreed to go out with him; he was strong, handsome, and kind. 




Julia



We went to a party thrown by one of his former high school classmates, and I had a couple drinks. It was enough to make me groggy, and the next thing I knew, I was sitting in the back seat of Jason's father's BMW, my top was off, and Jason's cum was dripping off my tits, where it had squirted the minute my blouse was removed. 

She moved over me, her face inches from mine, her breasts gently easing across my own, and she whispered that she was going to kiss me. Her lips brushed across mine, lingering, teasing them with her tongue. She gently eased her tongue into my mouth, and I accepted it, but she broke the kiss before I could do much more than suck on it the tip for a moment. 

Her mouth moved along my jaw line, down my neck, and then to the tops of my breasts. She seemed to be mesmerized by them, holding them, as if testing their weight, sliding her hands beneath one, watching as the flesh fell back down, hiding her hand beneath. Her hot breath sifted across my nipples, and I began to moan. She squeezed my breasts together, and then buried her face between them, licking the sweat off me, tasting my skin. My hands found her shoulders, and I tentatively began to stroke her soft skin as her wet, hot mouth closed around my left nipple. 

"Oh god," I moaned softly. She was gripping the breast in both her hands, the flesh bulging from between her fingers, as she sucked hard on the hard-cap of my nipple. Her eyes were closed, and she looked as if she was nursing from me, milking my breast into her greedy throat, sucking energy out of me. 

She nursed on the left, then the right breast for nearly 15 minutes while I writhed beneath her, climaxing twice, begging for whatever she wanted to do to me. 

Finally, she let my nipple go, and I moaned with displeasure.

"I could suck on you all night, Jules, they're so beautiful. I've never seen anything like you. How can they be so big?" 

I looked into her eyes, moaning "please" over and over again, and she dipped her head to kiss down my belly. Finally, she was lying flat on the bed between my spread legs, licking the insides of my thighs. I could feel her warm breath sifting across my bare sex, freshly shaven just two-hour prior. She wasted little time cleaning the juices, which had already spilled out of me, and her thumb teased my clit while the snake-like tip of her wet, coarse tongue eased into me. 

"You taste so good, Jules," she moaned, before again sliding her tongue inside me. I moved my hips up, and she pulled my legs even farther apart, her hands sliding down to cup the enormous globes of my ass. 

The feeling of her stiff tongue sliding into me, filling me, opening the folds of my near-virgin sex overwhelmed me, and I came quickly, crying out again and again as I felt the pulsing waves of pleasure explode in the nerve endings of my fingertips, toes, and nipples, then shoot straight to my sex. My pussy was quaking, spasming, pumping thick cum out of me, which Becky lapped up greedily, her thumb still working my engorged clit. 

But when her tongue dipped down further to lap the juices that had trickled down to my asshole, I tried to push her away.

"No, Beck, not there..." 

Becky wouldn't be denied. Her tongue swirled around my smaller hole, before gently easing inside. Just seconds from my last orgasm, I immediately start shaking again. I felt her tongue pushing in and out of my ass, driving me to the utter depths of depravity, and my body began jerking uncontrollably. I was crying out her name, pinching my nipples, and arching my back high off the bed. Becky stayed clamped to me, her arms locked over my thighs, her hands clutching the abundant cheeks of my ass, working the flesh as her tongue drove in and out of me. 

"God, yeah, fuck that ass baby," I cried. "Fuck that fat ass, oh god Matty, fuck me, baby, please. Give me your babies, I cum in me, cum all over me...Oh God..." And then I nearly blacked out. The smaller explosions I had been having for nearly a half hour reformed into a giant mushroom cloud that washed over me. I didn't know what was happened, but as Becky continued licking my asshole, I spread the lips of my sex, and soon after, a huge jet of thick cum sprayed like a geyser from me, completely drenching Becky in an extended shower that lasted nearly twenty seconds. Her hair was dripping with my cum, it ran down her cheeks, into her mouth, and she smiled as she sat up on her knees, looking at me leaning against the headboard of my bed. 

Finally, I opened my eyes, and Becky was getting dressed. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I was pretty sure it wasn't fair that only I had gotten off, when she smiled. 

"Don't worry about me," she said, leaning over the bed. "I got off three times, just tasting you Jules. You're the only girl I've ever wanted to do that too, and now I have." 

"Becky," I whispered. "About what I said, I become a different person when I get excited...I didn't mean..."

"Shh, sweetie, it's okay." She kissed me on the lips, and I could taste myself, savoring the tangy, almost musky flavored juices that coated her lips. 

Becky broke the kiss, and I looked up at her, not knowing what to say.

"Don't worry, we're not lesbians. I don't want to be your girlfriend, although, seeing you completely naked, the thought did cross my mind." 

"I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, Jules. I love you. This doesn't change anything. You're a beautiful girl, and we helped each other out. There's nothing more that needs to be said here." 

She turned to leave, and I watched her walk out. A few uncomfortable days passed before things really became normal again between Becky and I. But she looked at me differently after that night in my bedroom. It was as if she grew even closer to me, and while I still cared for her very deeply; I began to distance myself emotionally from her. She had heard my darkest secrets, she had seen me completely exposed, had tasted my body, had nursed from my breasts, there was nothing about me that she didn't see or feel. She knew me in a way nobody ever had, and that frightened me. B

ecky always told me that it didn't bother her that she didn't get the attention from boys that I did. But I knew the truth; I saw how it hurt her when I introduced her to guys who had introduced themselves to me in her presence. They would give her breasts a passing glance, and then look back at me. 

And in the same way I knew she was deeply hurt despite her protestations to the contrary, I knew that she could read me just as easily. I told her I hadn't meant what I said about Matty, and though she couldn't possibly know whether I meant everything, there was no question she saw the look in my eyes and understood that I harbored fantasies for my older brother. 

When I walked into my room, and found Matty pounding Becky right on my bed, his hands clutching her breasts, his bare ass pummeling down into her, his throbbing cock splitting her open, and her screaming at the top of her lungs in lust, I grew instantly jealous. She was having what I couldn't. Sure, Matty looked at my breasts, my ass, told me I was beautiful nearly every day, I passed most of it off as brotherly love combined with a natural male reaction to the absurd size of my breasts, and the impossible circumference of my ass. I was a freak of nature. Of course he would look. 

No matter how much I enjoyed my brother's eyes on me, or the feeling of his cock springing to life beneath me as I wriggled my ass in his lap, I knew that I could never be beneath him. It could never be my breasts his hands were clutching, it would never be my sex getting punished by his huge, unmerciful cock. It would never be my lips he was kissing, or me he was holding after filling my pussy with his seed. 

I couldn't help myself as I stood in the doorway. My eyes feasted on my brother's muscles straining above Becky as he fucked her hard and fast down into the mattress. I tried to block out her cries of lust, instead focusing on his beautiful organ driving into her, his perfectly shaped ass pumping up and down on top of her. 

My hand found it's way inside my shorts, and I began masturbating furiously, even as Matty's eyes locked on mine. I cupped my breast while he watched, and I fought the urge to tear my clothes off and offer myself to him. 

When I heard Becky whispering to Matty, I strained to hear what she was saying. But soon, Matty was looking me in the eyes again, and when he said he was going to fill Becky with cum, that it as all for her, I felt briefly, that he was talking to me. 

"Yes, big brother, fill me with your seed, give it to me..." I moaned, stroking my sex more urgently. I came just as Becky began screaming the things I had screamed while she was eating me out, but I couldn't stop myself. Then I heard Matty crying my name, and the betrayal I felt from Becky, not only from the sex I was witnessing, but from the things she had told him, was tempered slightly by the fact that my brother was shooting his load into another girl, but crying out my name repeatedly. 

When my orgasm subsided, I slipped out of the doorway and leaned against the wall outside my room. My shorts were soaked with my cum, my breasts were heaving beneath my shirt, and my hair was drenched in sweat. 

I spent the next three hours, after my friends had left my birthday party, contemplating what I had witnessed. Occasionally, I heard Becky screaming, and the floorboards would squeak every now and again above the kitchen ceiling. 

"It is me he wants, he really does," I said out loud, trying to convince myself. But I quickly shot that down in my own mind, rationalizing that he was embarrassed that I had walked in, and my name was simply on the tip of his tongue because I was standing watching him do something no sister should be watching her brother do. 

"She's draining him," I thought. Finally, after I had heard several more screams, the anger inside boiled over, and I stormed upstairs. 

I called Becky a slut, and demanded they leave my room. I was angry at Becky for getting what I couldn't get, for betraying my secret screams in lust to the one person above all else who should never have heard them, and I was angry at Matty for being a lover to all my friends, hell, damn near every woman I knew, but not to me. 

Becky left shortly after that, and I sat in the kitchen, thinking about Matty. Some time had passed, and I immediately regretted most of what I had said. I felt I had every right to be angry at Becky for saying the things she said, revealing my secrets, but it wasn't her fault that Matty was my brother, not hers. It wasn't her fault that I was unnaturally attracted to my big brother, and that I actually had convinced myself that he was the only man I wanted to take my virginity. 

And I couldn't be angry at Matty for sleeping with my friends, or anyone else for that matter. In fact, it made me happy that I could make him happy. If anyone was to blame for his promiscuity among my friends, it was I. Matty had instilled a self-confidence in me that I never thought was possible. He made me believe I was intelligent, articulate, and capable of anything I dreamed of. He loved me above and beyond what I had a right to expect, and he gave me anything I desired, outside of the forbidden love I fantasized about. I knew that he had liked younger women, and when he had commented on a couple of friends I brought home the previous year, seniors, who were trying to get me back on the cheerleading squad, I was only too happy to do what I could to repay him in some way. 

It also made me happy that these girls weren't getting guilted into something by some clumsy high school boy who would ruin the experience for them, and probably just end up spreading rumors about them in the end. I knew that if Matty treated them behind closed doors with just an ounce of the care and respect that he gave to me, then they were safe as long as they were with him. Finally, I felt happy that Matty had made Becky feel attractive. He knew just as well as I did, that Becky's self-esteem was worse than mine had ever been. 

When Matty had disappeared with Becky earlier in the day, I began chatting with Shay. I had gotten to know Shay over the winter, after she transferred in from another school. She was cute, petite, and incredibly shy, but I broke the ice with her one day after math class when a teacher had called on her to give an answer for a problem she couldn't solve. 

"My brother really likes you," I said, smiling, as she floated near one end of the pool with me. 

"He does?" she asked. "But I thought you said he likes big boobs, and big asses." I couldn't help but laugh, and she giggled nervously, though her interest had been piqued.

That all ended when we heard Becky's voice screaming through the open window above us. 

"Fuck me harder, oh God, harder Matty! Fuck, I'm Cumming!" 

Everyone started giggling, but I turned to Shay, and she wasn't laughing. She was looking down into the water. 

"Shay, I, I'm sorry..." I looked up at the window, and I could movement just off to the side. 

Shay swam away, and left soon after. 

I don't know what made me go up to my room so soon after Becky left. I was feeling guilty on so many levels, for so many things, that I needed to get rid of some of it. Mostly, I didn't want Matty angry with me. 

When I saw him sitting there on my bed, still naked, still hard, the anger I felt earlier momentarily rose inside of me, as I was once again reminded that his beautiful, throbbing cock, straining between his legs, visible to me clearly as I stood in front of him, would never be mine. I apologized to him, and tried to explain away what Becky had said about me having his babies, about wanting him the way she said I did. I was also gauging his reaction to it, wondering, hoping, but knowing that I had to be realistic.

When he took me in his arms, and I felt his hands creep down to my ass, and his cock nudged against my sex, I lost control. I squeezed his ass in my hands, and began grinding against his cock. Most of what he said to me was lost; his cock would have slid right inside me, robbing me of my virginity, if I only had the courage to slip my shorts off. The material separating his cock from my sex was so thin, I could feel the prickle of his pubic hair against me as I rocked his organ back and forth along my wet pussy. 

I wanted to scream at him to rip my shorts off, pull me down to the floor, or pick me up in his powerful arms, and stab his beautiful cock into my nest, pound me as I had seen him pounding Becky. But all I could do was keep rocking against him, squeezing his firm ass, and spreading his cheeks to dip my fingers between them. I kissed and licked his sweaty chest, and as I began to cum, my knees buckled and slipped down to my knees, furiously working my sex in my hand. 

The first blast of cum hit me on my forehead, and splashed in my eye. The liquid coated my eyeball, forcing me to shut it to alleviate the sting. I cried out as the next blast hit me, a thick load blasting against my chin, across my lips, then my nose, and finally into my mouth. I drank down his load, even as more cum shot from his cock, spraying my face completely. I felt a glob of cum splatter into my hair, and I cried out again for more, begging Matty to cover me completely in his love. Out of my left eye, about the only place on my face not soaked in Matty's semen, I could see him let go of his cock once it stopped spurting. I heard him apologize, then dart from the room. 

I didn't know what he was doing, nor did I care. I sank back down on the floor, the smell of Matty's cum overpowering me. I used my hands to wipe the cum from my forehead, my cheeks, and from the front of my hair where I had been blasted several times. Finally, I scooped the cum coating my chin up into my mouth, and swallowed it all down eagerly, reveling in the taste of my brother's semen, something my friends had raved about secretly when they thought I wasn't listening. 

Matty came back in with a towel, and I just giggled. I wanted to tell him that I ate it all, swallowed all my big brother's cum, filled my stomach with it, but I kept quiet. 

We talked some more at dinner that night after I had showered. I didn't want to wash the feeling of Matty's seed off of me, but I knew that I couldn't walk around like that in front of him. He would be embarrassed, and I didn't want to hurt him more than I already had. But I slipped on the tightest pair of cutoff shorts I could find after my shower, and I managed to pull an old tank top that I hadn't worn in years down over my breasts, before I met him in the kitchen to get dinner ready. 

I giggled as I passed the mirror located at the base of the stairs. My breasts jutted from me obscenely, the tank top, and the button down I wore over it, open in the front, did little to hide my breasts. My nipples poked through the material, rock hard, and huge mounds of tit flesh ballooned over the plunging neckline of the t-shirt. I thought that my tits looked more naked with the tank on, than they would have had I gone topless. 

After dinner, we started watching a movie about a woman that has a torrid affair with a younger man. I fell asleep shortly after a scene in which the woman stormed out of his lovers apartment, only to have him catch her in the hallway, pull her jeans down, and forcibly fuck her in the ass as she was bent over a table. I felt Matty's cock harden under my head, which was resting in his lap, and smiled to myself. I drifted off to sleep imagining that it was Matty who had caught me masturbating weeks ago, instead of Becky. 

I never felt Matty put me into bed, but I woke up early in the morning to find him sleeping on top of the sheets, dressed only in his boxer shorts. I stripped my shorts off, then the tank, and crawled back into bed wearing just a lacy white thong. 

I moved over the top of him, and pressed my body down on top of his. My naked breasts squashed against his chest, and I moved his hands to the bare cheeks of my ass. He began to stir, so I rolled off him, and curled up next to him. 

The next morning, I woke up early, and felt Matty curled up behind me. His cock was erect, and wedged between my ass cheeks. His arm was resting on my bare thigh, and his warm breath was sifting through my hair. I turned around, moved him to his back, and slid up next to him, resting my head on his chest. 

He hugged me close, murmuring something I couldn't make out, and his hands found their way to my ass. 

"I love you Matty, and I do want your babies and I don't care that you're my brother." 

Matt

I felt Julia's lush breasts squeeze against me, and it eased the disappointment I felt when she moved my cock away from the crack of her ass. 

She slid over to me, and I hugged her close. My hands slid down her smooth body to cup the globes of her delicious ass, and I said something indistinguishable so that she'd think I was dreaming. 

I heard her speak, and my cock throbbed beneath her. 

"You're my daughter, my love," I thought to myself. For the moment, I was content to have her lying with me. But I knew she had to be told. And I couldn't wait much longer.



Julia



Disclaimer: the author does not condone or promote the activities in this story. It is just a story.

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When my parents broke up my mom and I moved out to California and I started high school with a bunch of kids I didn't know. The first year was pretty awful and I longed to move back home to North Carolina with my dad. My mom had been awarded full custody of me since the judge didn't like my dad much. See, my dad is a lawyer and he and the judge were not exactly friends. Over the course of the year my father appealed the judges' decision and failed each time as my mom kept being ruled a fit mom who kept an eye on me. 

It was one time when my mom was telling me how easy it was to win these appeals because, "You're a good girl, Julia!", that I began to consider a way to get back home.

There was a guy who lived in the apartment across from us who was a writer and he was always home all the time. He was kind of cute in a geeky Brad Pitt sort of way although he was pretty old (mom said he was thirty-eight) and he was always nice to me. 

A day or so after my idea hatched he was walking in from the grocery store when I was coming in from school.

"Hi!" I said to him, hoping for a response that was more than just a courtesy.

"Hey." He looked up at me and kept going. 

I took a chance. "So, uh, what do you write about all the time?"

He stopped and looked at me. "Umm, just stories, I guess. Human interest stuff for magazines and stuff. Nothing you'd be interested in." 

"No, really, I'd love to read them sometime." I lied. I read 'People' and 'Us' and I always watch a movie instead of reading the book. 

"Really?" He stopped and actually looked at me. "Ask your mom if it's okay and you can come up sometime and maybe check things out."

And that started a new friendship that spilled on into my senior year of high school. A lot of the days I'd get home from school I'd dump my bags and change out of my uniform and get into my grubbies and head over to David's and settle into reading whatever story he was currently working on. We'd chat and talk about things like his relationships and the boys back home I liked and the boys in California I hated and we'd talk about my mom and my dad. 

I guess it was Thanksgiving when the judge denied my dad's request to let him see me for the holiday that I kind of broke down with David. I came home from school and heard the message on the answering machine from mom's lawyer and I just burst into tears. I just ran over to David's and fell into his arms crying.

"Julia, what's wrong, hon?" 

My tears were soaking his t-shirt. "My mom is RUINING my life. The stupid judge won't let me go home to see my dad because I'm being so good with my mom and they think she's all so great and I just want to go home!" And then I soaked his shirt some more.  

"There's nothing wrong with being so good, sweetie..." He was about to continue and compfort me, I'm sure and I just blurted out what had been on my mind for some time.

"I know what I'm going to do, I'll get pregnant by one of the jocks and then they'll let me go home when they see what a screw up my mom is!" 

That led to a serious conversation about jerk boys and STD's and the really serious fact that a pregnancy would lead to a baby which would be a lifetime commitment. I argued back that my dad was a lawyer and could afford to take care of a grandchild and myself until I got through with college someday and that everything would be fine once I got back home. 

Over the next few weeks I told David about the boys at school I was thinking of and which ones were good candidates to do what what I wanted and every time I'd talk about them he'd just shake his head in disapproval. 

The week before Christmas my mom announced she'd have to go to New York City for a couple days for a corporate meeting and a Christmas party and that I'd have to stay at the apartment by myself while she was gone and that she trusted me to be good. I immediately whined that she'd be missing my eighteenth birthday the next day and she told me that I was a big girl and I'd just have to deal with it. She dropped me off at school the next morning and then headed off to the airport. In the excitement I'd forgotten the weather was going to turn and by the time school let out it was pouring and my coat was hanging in the closet at home. When I finally made it home my white blouse was soaked and my plaid skirt was dripping into my shoes. I looked awful. And I was also starting to shiver from the cold. That was when things got even worse. I remembered that mom had taken me to school and locked the door so I forgot my keys! I peered in through the kitchen window and there they were sitting on the counter where I'd left them. 

I had no choice but to go over to David's. I hated the thought of him seeing me soaked and dressed in that stupid little schoolgirl outfit but I had no choice unless I wanted to freeze to death. I knocked on his door and figured it would be my luck if he were gone, too. 

"Julia! What are doing? Get in out of the rain!" David ushered me into his warm, dry apartment and I soon related to him the events of the day. It was after four and the locksmiths were all gone for the holiday and none of them answered their phones when David called. The apartment manager was gone, too, so the master key was also out of the question to get me into my home. 

"You have your mom's cell number?" He asked. 

"For what?" I asked.

"Because you're under age and you can't be here by yourself without her permission." He sounded very parental as he said this. 

I pulled out my driver's license and showed it to him.

"What, you can drive, I know that. I'll still need to talk to your mom." He insisted.

"David," I kind of pleaded, "please just look at my birthdate, would you?"

He did. 

"Today's your birthday? You're eighteen?" He just looked sort of awed.

"Yes, silly, and I don't need my mother's permission anymore to be here or anywhere for that matter."

He smiled just the barest hint of a smile. "Well, now then everything is different. I have some things to do, wait a minute, don't go anywhere, okay?" 

I nodded my assent. Where the hell was I going anyways? David all but ran off down the hallways and I just stood there in the foyer dripping water on the tiles. 

David came back out from wherever he'd been. "Okay, the shower is all set. Go in the bathroom and give me your clothes so I can get them down to the laundry room and dry them up for you." I hesitated for a second. "Go on, you need to get warmed up."

I went into his very guy-like bathroom and started the shower and then peeled off my very wet clothes and felt kind of weird being naked in David's apartment and about to hand him all of my clothes. I thought about it for a little bit and then heard a knock on the door.

"Your clothes aren't getting any drier." There was a chuckle in his voice. 

I opened the door just enough to hand my clothes out to him and I felt a little electricity as his hand brushed against mine ever so briefly. 

"You okay in there?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." I was naked in his bathroom and I just handed him my clothes! Guys just never understand this kind of thing, do they?

"All right, I'll be back when they're dry so take your time and warm up. There's a bathrobe in the hall closet out here you can use when you're done." 

I didn't waste any time getting into the shower. The warm water felt wonderful as it cascaded over my cold scalp and ran down my body to warm up my frozen toes. His soap was a deodorant kind and I went ahead and used it and then got some of his shampoo going on my hair and then failed in my search for conditioner. I lingered in the warm water for a good half an hour before I shut off the flow and grabbed a nice, plush bath towel to dry off. Shortly after I wrapped the towel around myself and walked out to get the bathrobe and then quickly retreated to the warmth and security of the bathroom. I hung up the towel to let it dry and then pulled on the bathrobe. It smelled new and it was so big that it hung down to my feet. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that I liked the look. The big white bathrobe made me look like a princess. With that I grabbed his blow drier and went to work making myself look a little more normal. 

When I came out of the bathroom I was still alone and didn't know what else to do so I sat on his couch and grabbed his remote. When the TV came to life there was a porn channel on and this couple was doing, well, what couples do, and being as I had never seen this before I was pretty fascinated. They did some pretty interesting things, too!

"Uh, I don't think you should be watching that!" I hadn't noticed him come in. 

"Ooops. Sorry. It was the only thing on." I gave him a big smile. "Do you watch this stuff all the time?"

"No," he stammered a bit, "I never watch that. Of course not." He blushed. 

"Then why was the TV set to that channel?" I had to have a little fun. 

"Julia, you ask too many questions." David reached for the remote and I impishly tucked into the bathrobe. 

"Now whatcha gonna do?" I was tempted to stick my toungue out at him to really act like a brat!

He shook his head. "I guess we're going to watch some porn, then. I need a beer." And with that he turned and went to the kitchen. I heard the fridge open and that was followed by the unmistakable sound of a bottle of beer being opened. He came back out and sat on the other end of the sofa from me. 

"So, Julia, is there a reason you just have to watch this?" He gestured at the couple in the middle of something I don't think I've ever heard of before. 

"I have questions and here's some answers. So I'm watching." I gathered up the robe and curled up to watch. 

"Fine." He chugged at the beer. 

The next hour or so was spent watching the various couples do various things and then it was into threesomes and foursomes and then even some lesbian stuff. I'd asked David for a beer and he declined and cited my age and I pouted about it and told him the kids at school drank beer all the time and he reminded me that this wasn't about them. It occured to me that my nice dry clothes were folded up and sitting on the kitchen counter and I was just sitting here in a bathrobe. I stole a glance at David and he wasn't paying me any attention at all. More time went by and more writhing bodies were displayed in the screen. David got up at one point and made a phone call before coming back to sit with me again and not long after that a pizza was delivered and I smiled at the pizza guy as David fumbled for his change. The pizza guy was trying hard not to stare at me and I opened the robe a bit to show some cleavage and the perv just stared right at me as he went out the door. 

"Julia! What the hell are you doing? That kid doesn't need to see everything!"

I smiled and acted as sexy as I could, "Maybe he liked what he saw?" 

"Shit. Just behave yourself, okay? And another thing," he snatched the remote from me and clicked it and changed the station, "that's enough porn for one night. Now go get some pizza and eat your dinner before it gets cold." 

The rest of the evening went by with us watching mindless crap on TV and then when the headlines on the ten o'clock news went by David got up and went off down the hallway. I heard him brushing his teeth and then he was in his room. He came back out in shorts and a t-shirt and in his arms was some bedding stuff. 

"Get up, I need to get this ready."

"Okay." 

And then he very neatly made the sofa into a comfy looking bad for the night that even my Martha Stewart mom would approve of. 

"All right, you're sleeping in my bed tonight and I'm out here," he clicked the TV off, " and there's stuff in the bathroom for you to clean up with so go do your thing and then hit the sheets."

I batted my eyes at him. "David, you could sleep with me you know?" 

He looked at his feet and then at me, "Julia, some day you'll realize that you don't say things like that to a single man who just spent an evening watching porn while you've got nothing on under that robe. Now go to bed, " he drew in a breath for emphasis, "please."

"Okay, then. Good night." And then I walked down the hallway and into his bedroom. 

Just as I was closing the door I raised my voice and spoke down the hall, "But you know where I am in case you change your mind!" 

I heard him start to say something and then his light went out. I let the door close and then found myself wondering what to wear to bed and decided to just go naked and enjoy the thrill of being naked in a man's bed. I dropped my robe and slid into the covers and smelled his scent in them despite the fresh smell of the laundry detergent. My thoughts drifted to the porn that I'd seen earlier and the things the people were doing and I wondered what it must be like for them as I drifted off to sleep. 

I woke up with a start in the dark as the bedroom door opened. I must've shrieked a bit.

"Shhh, Julia, it's just me." It was David. I was in his bed. It took me a moment to orient myself and realize I wasn't at home. 

"Oh, yeah, David...what's up?"

He didn't say anything. 

I sat up a little in the darkness, "David, what's going on?"

"Julia, were you serious about what you said?"

I thought for a second. What did I say?

"I don't know, about what?

He drew in a breath. "Do you still want me to sleep in here? With you?"

It was one of those moments wher I had a lot of thoughs in a little time. 

"Yes." I squeaked. 

I heard him undress himself and then the cold air came in at me as he lifted the sheets and scooted in next to me. His bare leg touched mine and I jumped. 

"Julia, I'd been thinking about you all night and I know this is so wrong on so many levels, but I wanted to be in here with you."

He leaned in and kissed me. Johnny Roselli had kissed me in sixth grade, but it was nothing like this. 

I could see his eyes in the darkness as he pulled back to talk to me. "I was thinking about you with one of those boys at your school and then I saw you tonight and realized I didn't want your first time with some idiot."

I had just been playing with David until he came into the room and now I realized that he was the answer to my problem of getting back home. 

"I didn't think you were interested."

He laughed a little, "Julia, I've dreamed of having you since you and your mom moved in here. I just can't believe you're finally in my bed asking for me. You are asking for me, right?"

He'd been thinking of me all this time? I almost said no and realized this had to happen. 

"Yes, um, I'm asking for you." 

He pulled back the sheets and I instantly covered my breasts with my hands as he leaned in and kissed me ever so softly. We kissed for a very long time as he stroked my body all over with his hands. He explored the lengths of my legs and lingered his touch upon my ankles before kissing and adoring his way back up my naked body. Eventually, I allowed myself to relax and then his hands sought out my soft breasts and I swooned as he leaned down and kissed one of them. I can't say how long this went on as he explored me all over and even drifted his hand to my pussy as we kissed. 

It surprised me a little when one of his legs went between mine and I felt his hardness up against my thigh for the first time. I realized I was about to lose my virginity and his hard thing pressing at me would soon be pressing in me. Fear began to well up a little and I tensed.

"You changing your mind? You can stop if you want to, Julia. I mean it." 

I ran my hand down his side to his bare ass. "No, just...enjoyng this is all." 

"Good." And with that we went back to kissing and feeling and probing. He had both hands on the sides of my face as he kissed me and then a hand went down to my leg and pushed at it. I went along with him and spread my legs out and then he rolled on top of me. His cock was pressed up against my pussy and I could feel it slipping along its lenght between my pussy lips and it was magical. 

He stopped moving on me.

"Julia, once we start I won't stop, I promise you. This is going to change your life forever and we can't undo it once it's done, okay?"

"Yes. I know."

He looked at me seriously, "Do you want to stop?"

"No. Please..." He had to get on with it before I really DID change my mind!

And he did. I guess I expected a ceremony with a brass band or something when I lost my virginity but here I was in David's bed and here he was on top of me and he went right to making a woman out of me. He pulled away from me a little and then I felt his cock poking at me down there a few times and then I suddenly felt a fullness as he pushed into me. 

"Slowly!" I whispered. 

"Happy birthday, Julia!" he whispered in response as he pulled back and then I felt myself push him out and then he pushed back in, but slower than the first time. I'd expected to feel pain as he entered me but it was just this enveloping fullness as he slowly and achingly filled my body with his. We went at it like this for a while as each stroke of his into me probed deeper and deeper until finally I felt his body snug against mine. I wasn't a virgin any more. I didn't feel like any of the women in the porn movies as David moved himself inside of me, it wasn't like I was filled with erotic energy, I was just marvelling at this man who was on top of me and inside of me all at the same time. 

He closed his lips over mine and we kissed as his body slowly moved into a rhythmic thrusting in and out of my own. In that moment I realized that this was something that I had actually craved and needed, to have a man transform me into a sexual creature. I let myself go and let each new thrust of his stir my soul into a frenzy of expanding passion and I soon felt myself pushing my hips at him to meet his thrusts. A certain new sensation took bloom in the petals of my recently chaste self and my passion took on a need. David felt it in me and his thrusting took on an earnest and deliberate aspect that seemed to respond to the need I was encouraging. 

I found myself in fear of this sensation and unequivocly drawn to see it through. I had no argument when David's tongue slipped into my mouth and tangled with my own. The kissing and thrusting and bare skin on bare skin brought me to a precipice that I'd been seeking all my life, it seemed. Every part of my being felt wrapped up in the moment as I shuddered and felt the glories of Heaven itself race across me and through me as my first orgasm racked my petite frame. 

He kissed me gently on the cheek amd I knew he'd understood what had just happened for me, but still, he continued thrusting himself into me and I found myself feeling what can only be described as aftershocks of the passion that had shaken my universe.  

My passion slowly abated and I relaxed into simply enjoying the warmth and attention of the man astride me. My ears caught the sounds that I realized were the creation of our lovemaking. The bedsprings creaked their approval and the wet sounds of our bodies joining and retreating evoked mental images of his cock slipping in and out of my pussy and I could only imagine what my body must look like impaled upon his wonderful member. 

Fear rose again in me as the release of my orgasm cleared my head and I began to dwell on the reality of what was yet to happen. David was thrusting into me relentlessly with the intention of filling me with come. My fertile womb was to become the recipient of his sperm laden come and then it would seek out my womb and impregnate me. I wondered if perhaps this was a bad idea and I tensed up a bit. 

David's thrusting and probing of my body continued with passionate deliberation as I considered how I could ask him to stop at this point, so far along into his own release. I squeezed and hugged him tight as if to slow him and he only answered with a thrust deeper into my body than ever before and I quaked a little as I felt his cock touch something deep inside me that had never been touched before. I wanted him to stop, to at least slow down and let me think but this new sensation caused me to spread my legs to allow him to do it again, and what bliss it was when he did! 




Julia



The feeling became electric as another wave of pleasure began to crest in my depths and his pace slowed and his thrusts went deeper in answer to my need. I heard myself moan as the fireworks of the orgasmic explosion held my body and soul in thrall and swept away my fears with a shockwave of carnal need. I couldn't find the will to stop him as he suddenly began to breathe deeply and his stroking lost it's rhythm to become more desperate. I felt him swell within me and I instinctively knew what was to happen. 

A moment of clarity came over me and I tried to back away from his lovely tool in a futile effort to dislodge him. His need was greater than my fears and I realized that what I had started would be finished. The inevitability of the moment gave me a freedom from myself and I surrendered and lost control as a deep need within myself manifested and screamed for this man to be even deeper in my body...it went beyond a need, it became a demand. 

I lost control as his hands sought my rear end and held me tight as he plunged into me over and over with a fury that knocked me about on the bed like a ship at sea in a hurricane. I had no questions left. I had no control left. I surrendered myself to passion and the knowledge that this man was about to come in me and there was nothing I could...nothing I wanted to do about it.

David suddenly slowed down and kissed me softly and totally as I felt the eruption start deep within his body. I felt his balls move on their own across my sensitive pussy as spasms deep within his body began to complete the mating we'd begun. He drew in a sharp breath and drove himself into me so hard I cried and buried my face into his shoulder. For the first time in my life I felt his warmth and wetness spreading inside my body and then he released into me again and pushed harder against me, holding himself as deep as he could to pour his sperm into my womb. 

I had been gloriously and completely filled and there was no turning back as I imagined his sperm travelling into my womb on a desperate mission to make me a mother. We lay in each other's arms and he occasionally thrust into me and I'd feel him spurt just a little more of his come. 

The night had only just begun, I found, as David filled me twice more into the early hours of the day and then again with the sunrise. My fears cast away with his first seeding I embraced him each time there after with a fervour equal to his own and I opened my body to him each time with a need to feel his seed pouring into me. 

The morning found me sore and wasted from the night's exertions and I found myself alone in the bed as David was in the shower. My hand wandered down to my pussy that had only been so pure and chaste the day before and now was experienced beyond my years. I felt the moisture down there and the sticky, dampness of my thighs that betrayed the fact that a man had been with me. All too soon, David was out of the shower and he seemed so adult again as he ordered me into it to clean up. 

By the time I was out of the shower he'd already been to the apartment manager's office to have them open up my apartment for me. I dressed myself and absently went to kiss David and he directed the kiss to his cheek as there were prying eyes about that he didn't want to answer to. My mother called shortly after I was home and I told her that David was a lovely host and quite the gentleman and that I'd slept in his bed all night as he had taken the couch. My mother gave me strict instructions to stay home as she would not be back until later the next day and I smiled as she said this. I hung up the phone and then noticed out the kitchen window as David got into his car and drove away. It was probably for the best, I thought, that he should be away from me right then although I truly missed him at that point. 

That evening he came home and slipped up to his apartment without bothering to check on me and I decided to just go see what was up. First, I dressed myself in just my favorite flannel shorts and a tank top and then I rightly remembered my keys and let myself out to go to his apartment. Barefoot, I padded up the concrete steps and then knocked on his door.

"Julia! Hi, I wasn't expecting you. How're you doing?"

He acted as if the night before was a dream of mine.

"I'm doing fine, and how're you doing?" I reached for him and kissed him and that was all it took. My tank top was soon off of my head and my shorts soon joined them on the floor. I forget what else we'd said as we kissed our way back to his bedroom as I was just lost in chasing after the joys of the night before. We laughed and kissed and explored when we first got under the covers and then he got serious and mounted me to begin another night of passion. It was uncomfortable at first as the soreness of my body rebelled against the intruder and then he impatiently filled me with his seed which soothed the soreness and made the rest of the night's activities most pleasurable. 

When my mother came home the next afternoon I had our apartment cleaned up and as she hugged me and kissed me I wondered if she knew there was anything different about me. She didn't seem to notice that her daughter had become a woman over the past few days and she had no idea that my body was still swimming with the sperm David had so helpfully and wonderfully provided to me. 

It was three weeks later when I decided to buy a pregnancy test. I'd gone to the druggist after school and tried to act as if the test was for my mom, but I'm sure the druggist had seen his share of school girls who'd had a scare. I wasn't fooling him. When I got home I followed the directions and then took the test up to David's to have him tell me the results. He took me in and sat me on his couch and then read the directions for the test, looked at the indicator, read the directions again, and then looked at the indicator again. Then he looked at me.

"I hope this is good news for you, Julia." He drew in a breath and looked down at his feet before looking me in the eye.

"Looks like you're going to be a mommy." 

As much as I'd wanted this as an answer to my situation I suddenly felt very scared and alone. David sat next to me and we hugged and cried and then kissed and then I was naked and so was he. In a blur we were making love again and repeating where we had started not even a month before. 

"Can't make things any worse!" He said as he smiled at me and came in me for the first time that afternoon. 

As we were showering together and he was running his hands over my soon-to-be-swelling belly he mentioned the one thing I'd forgotten in all of this: 

"You know, when you turned eighteen you were free to go anywhere you wanted, right? I mean, the court can't tell you where to go anymore, you knew that, right?"

No, I didn't. Stupid me. 

I waited until I'd started to show before telling my mom I was pregnant. I didn't want her telling me to get an abortion and she didn't. She did cry, though, later that night in her room and I went to her and we cried together. 

The next month I was stepping off of a plane in Charlotte and my dad ran up to me and hugged me and took me home. 

It is now a lot of years later and my little boy Solomon (David's son in the Bible), is entering sixth grade and I'm a junior partner at my father's law firm. I'd tried to track David down from his address at the old apartment and found that he was one of those people who lived 'off the grid' and there was really no way to find him at all. He probably doesn't want to be found and maybe he wasn't the best person in the world, but he's the father of my child and my first lover and I'll always cherish his memory.



Julia



I had worked for the company for 25 years. I had worked my way up the ladder and had an easy desk job. The problem was, I felt I was too young to sit around all day bullshitting with other vice presidents while accomplishing little or nothing. I had decided to take my retirement and start a landscaping business. Middle age crazy? Perhaps.

Julia, my wife for the past 23 years had been supportive. She kept telling me that she wanted me to do whatever it would take to be happy. I stunned everyone when I submitted my retirement papers. I was just two weeks from my 45th birthday and retiring!

The usual rumors about winning the lottery or having a rich relative die circulated. Why would a guy walk away from a sweetheart job like I had? Gradually, everyone accepted my reason. I wanted to do something different before I was too old to do it. It was that simple. 

Julia and I had both worked hard to have a nice home, raise our two kids, and prepare for their college expenses. We had made a few good real estate investments. We weren't wealthy, but we had enough that I felt I could start my own business and pay the bills until I was old enough to start collecting my pension from work. After that, we should be shitting in high clover!

Julia was 42 and still turned heads. She had gained only a few pounds over the years, and those pounds only added to her allure. She was smart and capable as well as a great mother and wife. I had lucked out when I found her!

Some of my friends at work had decided to throw a little going-away party for me at a local hotel. My daughter, Cindy, just out of college and working her first teaching job brought her new beau, Jack. Our son, Steve, was less than a year from graduating with a degree in chemistry. He attended with one of the several young ladies he dated. 

Julia looked great in a simple little red dress that showed a fair amount of cleavage. I asked myself several times that evening why I had never realized just how nice her tits really were!

It was a great time. I received a bunch of gag gifts, like a shovel and a bag of manure from my friends. When I unwrapped them roars of laughter erupted from the group. The drinks were flowing and the fun was contagious. It was a great party.

I had a slight lull in hand shaking and back patting, so I decided to step outside to catch some fresh air. It seemed like everyone there wanted to have a drink with me and I didn't want to pass out at my own party. Fresh air and a little time away from everyone would do me good, or so I thought.

It was a warm, moonlit evening. I strolled around the grounds, just trying to relax and shake the effects of the numerous beers I had consumed. I had given the car keys to my son, Steve, earlier in the evening, just to avoid any temptation of driving. As I approached the part of the hotel apparently used for storage, I heard voices drifting softly through a window screen.

"God, you have nice tits! I've wanted to squeeze them for years. What a handful they are!"

I recognized the voice of Ted Darcy, a coworker with whom I had worked alongside for at least fifteen years. He was married, and his wife was at the party, but it certainly didn't sound like he was talking to his wife!

"Your pussy is as hot and tight as I thought it would be!" he whispered over the moaning of his partner. "I can't last much longer!"

"Don't cum in me!" was his partner's urgent response.

Fear gripped my gut as I stepped to the window and looked in. Ted was fucking Julia! He had her top down and her dress up over her ass. She was bent over a stack of folding chairs and he was slamming her for all he was worth.

"Are you kidding?" laughed Ted. "I haven't waited this long to waste this load! Ahhgg!"

I knew he was unloading in the body of my wife of 23 years. I felt sick. I stumbled away about twenty feet and lost everything I had eaten and whatever drink wasn't already in my bloodstream. I must have wretched for five minutes. 

That was how Cindy and Jack found me.

"Dad! Are you okay?" she asked with genuine concern. "You'd better not have any more beer, Dad. You look like a ghost! We've been looking for you. I just saw Mom in the bathroom and she said she hadn't seen you for some time. How long have you been sick?"

"Just a few minutes," I managed to croak. Julia hadn't seen me, but I sure as hell saw her. 

I felt the need to do or say something, but nothing came to mind. My brain was numb, and it wasn't the beer that caused it. I was in shock, pure and simple. There was no sense returning to the party. If I did, I'd just kill a person or two, and that sort of behavior tends to really put a damper on any festivities. 

"Cindy, I want you and Jack to take me home, right now!" I insisted.

"Sure, Dad. I'll go get Mom and we'll take you home right away," replied Cindy.

"Cindy! I want you and Jack to walk me to your car right now and take me home. Will you do that for me, or not?" I demanded.

Cindy looked at me for several seconds and nodded.

"Okay, Dad! I don't know what's wrong, but I think home is the best place for you now. Jack, let's get my Dad home."

They escorted me to their car and we were on the road in a matter of minutes. I slumped in the back seat, trying to make sense of my life, but failing miserably. Then I saw Cindy pull her cell phone out.

"Cindy, give me your cell, please!" I insisted more than asked.

Twenty plus years of obeying my orders resulted in Cindy handing me her cell. I slid it into my pocket.

"Dad, what are you doing?" she wondered. "I was going to call Mom and let her know that we were taking you home, that you were ill!"

"That's about what I thought, Cindy. I'll give you the phone back some other time."

"Did you have a fight with Mom? Now you're running out and leaving her at your party, alone? I can promise you that she'll be even more angry when she finds out you left her high and dry," Cindy reasoned. "Give me the phone, Dad, and let me call her. She'll understand that you had too much to drink. You even got sick. She won't be mad, but she'll be furious if we don't tell her!"

"Oh well," was my response. I had to bite my tongue before I blurted out that Julia wasn't dry, not with Ted's deposit simmering in her snatch. One thing I did not want to do was lose the love of my kids. Snide, cruel remarks about their mother would only drive them from me. 

It took twenty minutes to get home. I quickly did the math as I climbed out of the car. I stepped to the front window and spoke to Cindy and Jack.

"Thanks for the ride, kids. Now, I want you to go back to the party. You can say anything you want, or as little as you want, about my absence. You can tell your mother, or not. I don't care right now."

"Dad! What is wrong? You're scaring me, now! We should come in with you and make sure you're all right. Jack can go back and tell Mom where you are and I'll stay here with you. How about that?" asked Cindy. 

"Sorry, Cindy. I'll be fine. I feel better already. I really appreciate your concern, but I want you to go back and leave me here. I'm a big boy and can take care of myself," I managed to laugh. "Now get going!"

Cindy still looked worried as Jack pulled onto the highway and drove away. I turned and headed for the house. I calculated I had about half an hour, to be on the safe side. As soon as I got inside, I called for a taxi to come in 25 minutes. Then I went up to our bedroom and grabbed a suitcase. It was hard to think about what clothes I needed, but as I looked around, my mind settled down. 

I wouldn't need any suits or ties! I grabbed jeans, tee shirts, underwear, work shirts and socks. I took my ring off and put it on the pillow on Julia's side of the bed. I looked around the bedroom for what may have been the last time, and went downstairs. The cab was just pulling in. I tossed my bag in the seat and climbed in. I had the cab driver take me to a small motel near a car dealership. I was checked into my new 'home' within an hour and a half of when I saw Julia betraying me. 

I wanted to get really drunk but decided I had all the stomach problems I could handle for one night. I turned on the TV and lay in bed. Then the tears finally came. I cried for half an hour and when I finally stopped, I felt better. My cell phone had been ringing every couple minutes, but I ignored it. Then Cindy's started ringing. Then both phones were ringing. Somehow, that gave me some small feeling of satisfaction. At least Julia knew I was upset!

The next morning, I was at the car dealership when it opened. I looked over a few pick-ups and bought one. I drove out half an hour later with nothing but a suitcase full of blues. I went to the bank and removed half of our savings. I canceled any credit cards that had my name. I was thinking how lucky I was that banks and other businesses were open on Saturday mornings. I realized I couldn't contact my former employer and see how I could change my retirement package, but I would work on that first thing Monday morning. 

I knew there were probably a hundred other things I should do, but I was too drained to spend time trying to think. My car was in my name and I'd sell that when I had the chance. I'd watch the house and when Julia left for work, I would get my car from the garage and sell it. Then I would go back and pack as much of my shit and tools into my truck as I could and ... then what?

I decided that I still had to try to follow my plan, my dream really, even if it was alone. I had noticed a sale sign on a lot a little out of town. It was a couple acres and on a fairly well traveled highway. The sign had been there for over a year.

I stopped at the listing realtor's office and inquired about the lot. He told me the price and why it was worth every penny. I listened for a few minutes and dug out my new checks. I offered half the asking price and he almost shit his pants. He started telling me why it wouldn't work.

"I want you to write this fucking offer up right now!" I insisted. "Here's a check for ten percent. This offer is cash and I can close inside thirty days. I'll be in Monday afternoon for the owner's response."

I had everything signed and was out of there in twenty minutes, once we cut the bullshit and got down to brass tacks.

I decided to wait to see if I would own the property before I found someplace more permanent to live. I wanted to be within an easy drive of my new career. I stopped at a little luncheonette I had never eaten at before and had my first meal since barfing at the hotel. I was surprised that I was able to eat. I guess time was beginning to heal my wounds.

I almost shit my pants when I looked up from my fries and saw Cindy sitting down across from me! How could she have found me?

"I see you're feeling a little better, Dad. The rest of us have been through hell, but you're doing great!" she sniped. I realized that she had learned that from a master.

"Care for a fry?" I asked. I was too surprised to think of anything meaningful.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, or what you think Mom or us kids did to deserve this, but you're a real shit!" she declared.

I made no response. It seemed like a reasonable conclusion for her to reach. I had no intention of defending my position. Right, or wrong, I was starting a new life and apologizing wasn't part of the plan.

"Mom cried all night! I bet she's still crying. We tried to get her to tell us what happened, but she says she doesn't know. She said the last time she saw you everything was fine. What happened, Dad? Who are you mad at, as if I have to ask? You wouldn't leave the house if it was Steve or me."

"Well, it'll just have to be a mystery then, Cindy. How did you find me here?" I asked.

"Do you think you're some kind of secret agent, Dad? I called the cab company. They told me where they took you last night. I drove over there and saw the dealership, so I asked if my father had been in. When I found out what you were driving, I rode around looking for your truck. Nice wheels, Dad!"

"Thanks, Cindy. I needed something for my new career. I can't haul dirt and fertilizer in a car, can I? I'm trying to buy a lot to use as a base of operation for a landscaping business," I admitted.

"You're amazing, you know that! I called you a shit and you never flinched. You don't care how much we suffer, do you?" demanded Cindy.

"I care very much for you and you have no doubts about that, Cindy. You can act all haughty, but you know I would lay down my life for you. You've known it since you were little and first wound me around your finger," I retorted. "The 'you don't love me' trick won't work, Sweetheart."

"What do I tell Mom? At least tell me something I can take back to her, Dad. She has the right to know what is happening!" pleaded Cindy.

"You are right to feel that way, and to care about your mother. I'm proud of you, Cindy. You are showing real character," I replied carefully.

"I got it from you, Dad! That's why I am so confused here. It's so unlike you to run and hide from a problem, whatever it is," she almost cried.

"Cindy, you have to believe what you just told me. I haven't suddenly changed, or lost my character. I'm simply living my life. You can call me and chat anytime you want. Here's your cell phone," I told my daughter as I reached into my pocket and produced her phone.

"Thanks!" Cindy replied with no small amount of sarcasm. "There must be twenty messages on it, most of them from me! If I call you, will you answer from now on?"

"Yes, I'll take a call from you any time, any place, Cindy," I smiled. 

"Mom said you took a suitcase and some clothes. Do you need anymore? I can bring some to wherever you're staying."

"No, I can pick some up some time, so don't worry about me, but thanks, Cindy. You know I love you as much as a father ever has loved a daughter," I replied as I broke into a big grin as I looked at my little girl.

"I know you do, Dad. I guess you aren't feeling so much love for Mom, though. I'll get it out of her. Now that I know where the problem is, I'm going to get to the bottom of this thing. Just don't do anything dumb," cautioned Cindy. "I'll be calling you."

With that, Cindy got to her feet, gave me a big kiss on the cheek and walked out the door. I marveled at how beautiful, mature, and smart my little girl had become.

I laid low at a different motel on Sunday. I watched the Masters on TV and wondered why I couldn't hit a ball straight, even for a hundred yards. Monday saw me back at the realtors. 

To the consternation of the agent, my offer was accepted and I was going to be the owner of a prime chunk of real estate! I knew that when a seller asks too much money and the property sits very long; they often sell for less than market value in desperation. This was actual proof of that theory. 

I drove by my former residence and saw no activity. I parked down the street and walked back. I looked into the garage and saw Julia's car was gone. I went back to my truck and backed it up to the garage. I went inside and opened the door and started gathering my tools. I decided to take the stuff that I had no title, or bill of sale, since Julia could give it away to her lover, or some other fucker. The car was in my name and she couldn't sell that.

I heard something and I looked up. Cindy was removing my keys from the truck. She wiggled them at me and then stuck them in her pocket. 

"I won't return these to you until you go inside and talk to Mom! You don't have to stay, but at least go talk to her, Dad. Even if you don't think she deserves that consideration, do it for me. I'll never ask another thing again, but if you don't do this one thing, then I'll never talk to you again. You won't be invited to my wedding, if I ever have one, and you won't get to see any kids my possible betrothal could create," she avowed.

I considered Cindy's threat for a few moments. Would she stick to that promise? It seemed unlikely, but she knew I couldn't do anything to risk losing her. I sighed and turned toward the house.

Julia was sitting at the kitchen table. I went to the refrigerator and pulled out a brew and sat across form her. I had trouble keeping the tears back as I looked at Julia. All I could see was Ted fucking her. The more I tried to push the vision from my mind, the more real it became. 

"Gary, I want to know what is going on? You have treated me like shit and I deserve an explanation if you expect this marriage to continue!" Julia stated with surprising control. 

I thought I was over the crying, but I wasn't. I just started sobbing like a small child. I couldn't stop, although I tried. The last thing I wanted Julia to see was how hurt I was. I wanted to present a strong, indifferent attitude. I wanted her to miss me, to feel as much pain as I felt. I wanted her to see that I could carry on quite nicely without her, that I didn't need some slut in my life. I wanted all that, but instead I just cried.

"Mom! What did you say to Dad?" demanded Cindy. "I've never seen him like this! Maybe it was a bad idea to have you wait for him to come for his stuff. What have you done to him, Mom?"

Cindy was hugging me and crying, too. She just held me and cried with me. It was at least five minutes before I was able to speak. I dried my eyes and looked around. Cindy was looking at me with moist eyes, but her tears had stopped as well. We both lifted our eyes to Julia.

It was difficult to read her face. It was a combination of horror and sadness. She swallowed a couple times and then she began to talk.

"Gary, I'm so sorry! It was a stupid mistake. I had too much to drink and he was very persuasive. I was weak. I was flattered. I was surprised. He doesn't mean a thing to me. I love you, Gary, only you!"

"What the fuck!" exclaimed Cindy. 

I had never used that word around her and I certainly never heard her use it before!

"You're fucking some guy behind Dad's back? Like some slut? Like a fucking whore? That's what this is about, isn't it, Mom?" screamed Cindy. "My mother is just a piece of goddamn trash! Well, Dad, I'll help you pack, but if I were you, I'd throw her whoring ass out and keep the house!"

As Cindy condemned her mother, Julia's face reflected all the pain I could ever imagine. Betraying your spouse is also betraying your children. Julia was becoming painfully aware of that fact.

"It was only once!" Julia wailed. "I regretted it as soon as it happened. I wanted to die. I was sick, physically sick after it happened. I had just thrown up in the bathroom when you asked me where your dad was! Somehow I knew he'd find out. I was certain. When he left his own party without me, my fears were confirmed. He already knew! When you came back to the party and told me how oddly he behaved, I knew he found out."

"I tried to get home as fast as I could to explain. Not explain... but to beg forgiveness! I found the house empty, some clothes and a suitcase gone, and his wedding ring on my pillow! I spent the night thinking about killing myself, Cindy!" cried Julia. "How do you fix something so terrible, so very wrong? How do I get everyone, anyone, that I love to love me again? I can't!" 

Cindy and I just stared at Julia as she poured out her guts. I didn't know what I felt or what to even say.

"I thought I might be able to bluster my way through the whole thing when Gary came into the kitchen. I tried an O. J. defense. I was going to admit nothing and make Gary show any proof he had. I believed he couldn't have any, so that would have to mean I was innocent! Then when he broke down and cried so hard and so long, my heart was crushed. I could see he had all the proof he needed. He knew. Somehow he knew and I'm so sorry!"

"Why are you sorry? Because we know what a slut you really are? You get fucked at a party in Dad's honor! Is that the only time, or is it the only time you're willing to admit? Is Dad even my father? Is Steve his son? How can we be sure of anything now, goddamn it!" yelled Cindy. "How long have you been spreading your legs for every worthless fucker that comes along? How many years?"




Julia



Cindy's anger and passion were destroying her mother, but somehow helped me return from the land of the Zombies. It was apparent that I hadn't over reacted and sulked off like some kid. If Cindy were any barometer, I was wronged big time. Julia was crying, but no tears were showing. I wondered if she had already shed all the tears her body could create.

The one thing that I had always held onto in my life, even when all else was in chaos, was my family. I had believed myself a good husband and father, Julia the best wife a man could have, a great mother, and my kids the best ever. Now my one irrefutable belief was crumbling around my ears. 

I could see no advantage to Cindy hating her mother. I could never prosper from any pain my family experienced. Quite the opposite, any pain and turmoil in their lives was magnified in mine. That's what a father does. He absorbs and deflects, or at least diminishes, the pain of his wife and children. I realized I was right to feel betrayed. The question was; how would my reaction affect Julia and the kids?

The kids were adults and were embarking on lives of their own, but their lives would forever be entwined with mine, and with Julia's. Blood will tell.

"Cindy, you're understandably upset with your mother, but you will not speak to her like that! No one, not even you, Cindy, will call Julia such terrible names in front of me!" I stated firmly. "It would be kinder to force your hand through her chest and just rip her heart out!"

"Are any of us perfect? Not by a damn shot, but we're a family, one with a few problems. Insults aren't likely to solve those problems," I reasoned. "Julia! You will answer my questions and I want the truth! Is that perfectly clear?"

Julia raised her face and looked at me with a sadness I had never seen before. She just nodded. 

"How many times in our marriage have you been unfaithful?" I asked.

"Once, Gary. It was once and that was too many!" she sobbed.

"Do you like, or perhaps love, Ted? Is there any affection there? Would you rather be with him?" I pressed.

Julia looked horrified at the question. She shook her head vigorously and sobbed.

"Do you want a divorce?" I asked.

"No, Gary, I don't. I want you. I want you to love me again. I want Cindy to love me again. I don't know if I can live without it," Julia cried.

"Are you beginning to feel the horror, the sickening disgust that I felt when I saw you with that miserable fuck?" I demanded. Cindy had set the stage for graphic language.

"You saw us?" Julia wailed. "Sweet Jesus, I am so damned! I won't fight any settlement you want, Gary. I don't even care if you wring my neck. Honestly, I wish you would. That would almost even the score!"

"You should beat her, Dad, if you don't want to just kill her!" interjected Cindy. "She needs it bad!"

I was stunned and turned to look at Cindy. How could she say anything so horrible? She threw her arms around me and hugged me. 

"I can see your mind working, Dad! I know you could never lift a hand against Mom. You are too much of a man to strike a woman, or be unfaithful to your wife. I can also see that you realize Mom isn't quite as strong as you. I see you softening. What are you going to do with this unfaithful wife?" asked Cindy.

I hugged Cindy to me and considered her question. Can love be turned on and off in an instant? Trust could, that much was obvious. What about love? Did Julia love me? Was she able to love anyone if she couldn't remain faithful? Could I rediscover my love for her? Could those 23 years be dismissed so quickly? Should they be? Was there a correct answer to any of my questions?

I released Cindy and walked around to Julia. Her face was a mixture of hope and fear. I had never seen a more miserable human being than sat before me at that moment. That was the price of infidelity.

"Julia, stand up," I directed as I stood over her.

As she stood, Julia bowed her head and faced the floor.

"Look at me!" I growled.

Her eyes quickly rose and met mine. 

"Do you honestly think that you love me, that you want to stay married to me and that you can be the totally faithful wife I demand? If you can't answer yes to those questions, and only you know what you truly feel, pack your shit and get out! Cindy is right about me leaving my home. I'm staying! My question is what are you going to do now?" 

"I, I... want to stay, Gary. I'll do anything! I'll never let another man touch me. I wish with everything I ever held dear that I had never strayed. Not because I was caught, but because of what it cost in the respect of you and Cindy, and Steve, and what it cost in my self respect," whispered Julia.

"Cindy, you seem to have all the answers," I spoke to my daughter as I watched Julia. "What do we do now?"

"Dad! That isn't fair! I love you both and want you to be together, but not if Mom disrespects you. I haven't heard what you want and what you feel about Mom. Do you still love her, or has she killed that?" asked Cindy bluntly.

"There's the rub, Cindy. This woman has been everything to me for a long time. Can I get by without her? I think I can. Do I want to live without her, that's the question!" I mused. "If I stop loving her, will I ever care for anyone or anything again, or will I always be afraid of betrayal? I need your help, Cindy."

"Well, Dad, I have a suggestion. Try living with her and see how it goes. See if your love is still alive. Take her to counseling. You need to take her to a doctor and have her checked for disease, too," added Cindy.

Julia gasped at Cindy's last suggestion. It was something she apparently hadn't considered. 

"Then, you have it to decide, Dad. I'll try to help but it's between you two. Mom has to prove herself every day, maybe forever. Can you do that, Mom? Will you do it?" asked Cindy.

"I will! I'll do anything your father wants, Cindy. I promise."

"Dad, take her and hug her," urged Cindy.

I took Julia into my arms and held her tight, but I felt a fear in my stomach. Would I be able to get past everything? I wanted to, but I was just so uncertain.

"By the power vested in me as your daughter, I pronounce you a fucked up married couple, just working to get back to where you were a few days ago," cried Cindy. "Good luck!"



Julia



Julia

This is a story about how my daughter became so much more than that, and how it would change us both forever. My name is John, I am 40 years old, and maybe the luckiest man alive. A few years ago, my daughter Julia was a senior in high school, she was a beautiful, sexy 18 year old woman, and the desire of many a young man. You see Julia has always been beautiful, even as a child, but she also has a certain irresistible quality about her that attracts men and women both to her. As far as details, she is 5 feet tall with long auburn hair, dark skin, deep green eyes, full perky breasts, a small thin waist, and a firm plump bottom.

This all started when Julia came home one day with a failing report card, Her mother and I, of course questioned her about it, but all she could do was sit there and sob. Well a few days went by, and Julia's pre-calculus teacher called the house. I talked to him, and found out that Julia had failed her mid-term, and if she didn't bring her grade up immediately, she would fail the course, and have to either go to summer school, or not graduate, and repeat the class the following year. I hung up the phone, and went into the bedroom to talk to her mom about the call. After we spoke for a few minutes, my wife Tammorah, by the way, told me that she thought she knew what was wrong with our daughter, she said that when she was younger she had a similar problem in school, because she was too distracted by boys and thinking about sex, when she should have been doing her schoolwork. She confided in me that the only way she overcame the problem was by fucking a guy at least once a night, sometimes a different guy every night. She told me that she didn't want Julia to have to do that because of all the dangers involved with sex in this day and age.

As she told me this, it really kind of turned me on, I knew my wife was a slut, after all that is one of the initial things that drew me to her, but I had no idea that she was such a big slut, and the thought of her fucking and sucking all those other guys sort of turned me on, but made me jealous all at the same time. Anyway, I asked her what she thought we should do about Julia, and she just said not to worry about it any more, she would take care of the problem.

A few days later, Julia brought me one of her calculus tests, and at the top of it was a big fat A+, I was so excited for her, I have her a big hug, and told her how proud of her I was. Later that night I told my wife that whatever she was doing for Julia was working. She said awww thanks hon, then she proceeded to slowly seductively strip down for me, then she fucked my brains out, like she hadn't had sex in years. I wondered about her level of horniness, but dismissed it as a fluke.

Well a few more weeks passed, and Julia's grades continued to improve, and I was beginning to think that my family life was just getting better and better. But one fateful day, I came home from work a couple of hours earlier than normal. As soon as I stepped through my front door, I heard my wife moaning in our bedroom. Oh yes, yes, lick my pussy I heard her say, I was enraged, the fact that my Tammorah had another man in our bed pissed me off so bad, I wanted to kill them both. I grabbed an aluminum baseball bat from the hall closet, and snuck up the hall towards our bedroom, with hatred in my heart, and murder in my mind. I slowly peeked through the crack in the door.

What I saw, shocked me to my very soul, and I will never forget it. There lying stark naked on our bed was my wife, moaning in ecstasy, while she pinched her erect pink nipples and played with her full breasts, and there between her legs, was not some big burly man, but my sweet young 18 year old daughter. I watched as she ate her mom's pussy to orgasm, the still stunned I watched as my sexy 18 year old got on her hands and knees. My wife got behind my daughter, and to my surprise, easily slid three fingers inside her teenage pussy, then Tammorah began to lick our daughter's tight little asshole, kissing and tonguing it as she fingered her pussy. I watched my daughter bucking her hips against my wife's hand and mouth, and was, by this time, very horny, and my cock was pressing very uncomfortably against my zipper, so I quietly freed my cock, and began playing with it as I watched them.

As I continued to watch, my wife pulled a very long double sided dildo from underneath the bed. She slowly forced one end of it into her soaked pussy, then Julia faced her mother, and placed the other end of it into her dripping snatch. I watched them humping against each other, their pussies rubbing each other with the big toy totally vanished inside them, and their long sexy legs tangled up with each other. They both came simultaneously, drawing off of each others sexual energy.

I guess the sight of this was just too much for me, and I lost my grip on the baseball bat, as it fell I leaned over trying to grab it before it hit the ground, as I did so, my head hit the bedroom door hard, swinging it open, and the bat clanged loudly to the floor despite my best efforts to save it. This left me exposed, with my dick in my hand, literally, and I felt my cheeks flush as my daughter and wife gazed at me. My wife blushed and giggled a little, and so did Julia, but she asked, what were you doing with that bat daddy? Well honestly sweetheart, I said I thought your mother was in here with another man, and I was going to bash their heads in with it.

Awwww my wife replied, it's so sweet that you still get jealous over me after all theses years, Now come over here stud, she said looking hungrily at my 11 inch erection. I walked over to her, and immediately she kissed me hard on the lips, pressing her big tits into my chest as we kissed. The next thing I knew, I felt a pair of lips on my cock, sliding up and down the length of it, but I was still kissing my wife, so I knew it was not her, so I looked down, and to my delighted amazement, I saw my 16 year old daughter's head bobbing up and down on my thick pulsing shaft. I pulled away not knowing what my wife would think of this.

Julia looked up, and immediately at her mother. I....I'm sorry mom, she stammered, but when I saw daddy's hard cock, I just couldn't resist it, I have always wanted to feel and taste a real cock, and I guess my curiosity just got the best of me. This really turned me on, hearing that my cock was the first one that my daughter had ever tasted.

My wife looked down at her and smiled sweetly. It's ok honey she said, I know how irresistible your father's cock is, and besides, this will give you the experience you need for your future husband without the risk of promiscuous sex, and hopefully will help you even more with school.. My daughter grinned at her approval, and began sucking my large erection again. As I was enjoying the sensations her mouth and tongue were giving me, I felt Tammorah kiss down my back, then spread my cheeks as she began to tongue my asshole, this drove me over the edge, and I came hard down Julia's throat, almost choking her with my hot cumload.

I thought that would be the end of it, but my wife told me to turn around. When I did, she stuck my softening dick into her mouth, and sucked it hard till it was fully erect again. Julia watched this carefully, learning from her mother, after I was at full arousal, my wife bent over, and said now fuck me hard stud, fuck me now. I forcefully shoved my cock into her pussy pumping away at it, and suddenly Julia was under us, between my legs, and tonguing my balls as I fucked her mother. Tammorah screamed with orgasm as I fucked her, and I felt her pussy squeezing my cock like a vice. Julia I said, go climb on top of your mom. She did, and as she lay there face down on her mother, I pulled my dick from Tammorah, and slid it deep inside my Julia's hot, slick pussy. I would fuck Julia for a minute, then pull out and fuck her mom for a minute back and forth, Then Julia said, Oh daddy put it in my ass please...I've never had it there before, Daddy fuck my ass. I pulled out of my wife and slowly inch by inch forced my cock into my daughter's tight little asshole. She whimpered as I forced myself inside her, and began to pump hard and fast inside her tight little shithole. I couldn't take much more of this, and soon I came hard inside my own sweet Julia's ass.

I fell back on the bed spent, I watched my wife crawl from underneath Julia, and lick my cum from her ass, cleaning her up thoroughly with her tongue. Then they both crawled over to me, laying their heads on my chest, and we all fell asleep.

This type of thing went on for the rest of Julia's high school career, and she never failed again. As a matter of fact, she graduated with honors, I wish her mom had seen that, but she was killed in a tragic water skiing accident a few weeks before.

Julia continues living with me, and fucking me almost daily, feeling like my wife and my daughter all at once. She assures me that she wants to stay with me forever, and that she can't think of a better man to be with than her own sweet dad.

Julia is now a sophomore in college and doing very well in her studies. She is majoring in human sexual behavior, (big surprise lol), and after graduation hopes to council troubled teens and families, work through their problems by "working" on each other.

I am so proud of her, but anyway, I have to go now, it's time for Julia and me to have our daily romp, if you know what I mean, Talk to ya later

John



Julia and Baby



Julia was hiding from her ex in a friend's basement. I went down to stay with her to keep her company even though we had just met. Well that must have really scored some points with her, or maybe danger aroused her, She started telling me how sweet I was to have come down with her. Actually the truth was I just wanted to keep drinking in those big beautiful brown eyes and luscious lips she had and when she was facing away the ass on this girl was to die for. Then with no warning she stretched her arms over my shoulders and leaned in to kiss me, I was surprised to say the least. Now I have to say I was a little freaked out, not because she kissed me but her kisses were a little on the damp side, just like my mom! I assume that Julia was being passionate hence the extra juicy kisses. This assumption was confirmed when her hands ran down my back to fondle my ass and then quickly moved to my stiffening dick. I've never had such an bold move happen within a half hour of meeting a woman but I would later learn that while Julia did her best to maintain the outward appearance of decorum and propriety all you needed to do was say the words fuck, suck, or just "do me" and she would be on her knees opening your pants. I thought I was a horn dog and I guess being a guy I was but Julia was/is a nymphomaniac and she just can't change who she is. And any guy would be an idiot to want to change her anyway!

So here we were in a basement kissing and groping each other, oh yes I could never pass on feeling that ass in my hands, and while it would be nice to say all went well at this point that would be a lie. She was wearing some sort of panty slip and while this might have been common to many females I had never seen or heard of this before and fumbling was rampant at the moment. It soon occurred to me that Mary would soon be coming down the stairs to get us when the danger of Julia's ex had passed and so even though I had this really hot Latin babe groping my hard dick and both hands firmly wedged in the crack of her panty covered ass I decided it was smartest to end our quick session before we were caught. Nothing made it as hard as I pulled her hand away from my dick and she whimpered, WHIMPERED, "No!" as if I had taken away air! 

Sure enough as soon as we parted Mary came half way down the stairs and looked at us and said "It's safe to come up."

We made plans to meet the following day but an emergency put the kibosh on that happening. So I didn't see her again till Friday and when we got together it was a little awkward since there was no danger and maybe now she was seeing me as just another horny basted who wanted to get my rocks off. But I do own some of the gift of gab and so I moved in with my lips close to her right ear and told Julia how beautiful she was and how hot I thought she was and how I wanted to do all kinds of nasty dirty things to her and make her feel good and she turned into this quivering, shallow breathed sex kitten. She shoved her hand down into my pants to get her hand on my dick as quickly as she could, not being the giant cocked wonder I immediately had a pang of insecurity and just hoped it was big enough for her. Then she looks at me and says, "I like meaty balls." 

I in turn began removing her blouse because I thought it would be gauche to go right for her pants. Her breasts were just more than hand sized and she had dark slightly puffy areolas with eraser-sized nipples that verified her arousal. I buried my face in her bosom and suckled at her nipples enjoying the repast the flowed from her resent motherhood. Having removed my shirt she pulled me to my feet and attacked my buckle like a woman possessed, she yanked my pants down to my feet and before I could even remove my feet from the garment she had me balls deep in her throat and hummed like it was her favorite ice cream. Now while a good blowjob is hard to find I had been anticipating seeing her naked and getting my hands on her bare ass. I pulled Julia up and after she shrugged off the rest of her top and I set to work getting her jeans off. I knelt down while removing her pants and was faced with her neatly trimmed bush. I took her hips in my hands and turned her around applying pressure to the small of her back so she was leaning forward on the couch and her ass was presented to me. It was spectacular and I seriously wanted to bite a chuck out of it but I restrained myself and merely bit just hard enough to elicit a squeal from her and immediately began to bath her ass with my tongue. I don't think she was expecting me to be so thorough as I parted her sweet cheeks and burrows deep into the recesses of her buttocks. But I know she enjoyed it, "Oh! You are a nasty man!" she said with shear joy in her voice and arching her back to give me all the access I could want.

I worked my tongue from her slit to her asshole until she shouted for me to stop and then proceeded to push me down and again devoured my cock. And I do mean devour it was amazing how well this girl could suck a dick I think if I was better endowed she might not have been able to be so violent with her throat. I remember thinking maybe it was all that juicy saliva she produced, and just for a second it dawned on me that my mom must give great head. Geez! And I could feel my dick hitting the back of Julia's throat and sliding down toward her voice box, which let out a steady vibration that was awesome! It was getting tough to keep myself under control so I had Julia stop and swing her legs over my head then I told her to wait as I buried my face in her hot dripping pussy. The aroma is what gets me and I actually think my dick got harder. I grabbed as much of her ass as I could a squeezed it in each hand like it was a melon at the market. All the while licking her from her clit to her brown eye. "Eat my ass," she begged and then proceeded to pull my legs up to my sides so my knees were near my chest and told me, "I've never done this before." then she buried her tongue in my asshole. 

Well, I had done this with many a female but never had one reciprocate but as I said Julia was something special. Damn this was magic! I reach down and used her tits like handed to keep her in place and also got a milk bath as she cleaned my ass. After some time I concentrated on her clit and pussy hole and was soon rewarded with a gush of she-cum in my mouth and all over my face. Julia bucked like a bronco and for a second I thought she was going to break my jaw with her pelvis. Then she shook like the room had gone freezer in a second. After a cum like that you would think she would have collapsed but not Julia her mission was to return the favor and she dragged me back to the couch then inverted herself so her head was hanging off the end, "Fuck my mouth." she said and I have say I was already on my way to do just that. 

I inserted my cock and she pulled my ass-cheeks forward to get me all the way down her throat. I looked down and all I could see was her chin and her naked body laid out before me. I then I drew back and slid back in slowly. "No!" she said, "Really fuck my mouth!" and so I fucked Julia's mouth deep only drawing back when I felt her chin hit my pelvis and her forehead on my legs and then I slammed it in. 

Her finger was urging me on from deep in my ass and juice was running from her mouth and the sounds she made had me thinking I was choking her to death but she was totally in control and loving every stroke. When it was time to cum I rooted my cock in her throat and shot so hard it felt like my inside would burst. She really didn't need to swallow because I doubt any got anywhere near her mouth I had injected it deep in her stomach. But she lovingly licked my cock and pulled my aching scrotum to keep it where she could clean me up. I said, "You are a bad girl and a nasty little slut" and she smiled and said, "When it's appropriate.