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Rite of Passage

By: LadyLyle



Five o'clock. Finally - she had begun to think the day was going to last forever. With several quick keystrokes Valerie signed off on the computer on her desk. As the machine powered itself down and the soft hum of the processor seized, the phone rang. She glared at it. It was five o'clock on a Friday afternoon, for crying out loud! What was so urgent that it couldn't wait until Monday? If it were that pesky Mr. Mackey again... For a minute she contemplated to simply let the phone ring; whoever it was could call back on Monday. The noise was insistent, hard to resist and at last, with a roll of her eyes, she lifted the receiver.

"O'Leary's Real Estate, Valerie speaking," she announced herself.

"I want to take you out tonight," a deep, familiar voice echoed in her ear without preamble. "Somewhere special."

"Nathan!" Valerie breathed. A delicious shiver ran along her spine at the sound of his voice. "I didn't think you'd be back yet."

He didn't reply. Instead, he continued as if she hadn't spoken. "Wear the burgundy dress. Be ready at seven." He didn't wait for a reply. Somewhat taken aback by his abruptness Valerie listened to the beep-beep of a disconnected line.

He could have at least waited for her consent, she thought. But she wasn't upset. Truth be told, the unexpected surprises he sometimes sprung on her were one of the things she liked about Nathan. They had been seeing each other for five months now. And he was wonderful. Kind, caring, with a great body: anything a woman could wish for.

Her thoughts drifted back to the day she first met him, all those months ago. What had started as the worst day in her life, had turned out to be one of the best. Mr. O'Leary called in sick that morning and she spent most of her day rescheduling appointments and calming irate clients. At Mr. O'Leary's special request, she had gone that evening to meet one client herself, an elderly lady who lived in the Hollywood hills. On the way home her car broke down. To make a bad situation worse, her cell phone battery had gone dead. Desperate, and a bit frightened to be alone in the hills so late, Valerie had rung the bell of a whitewashed villa with blue doors and shutters. Nathan had opened the door. He had been most chivalrous, allowed her to use his phone and call the AAA, and then told her she should wait inside until the service truck arrived. Two days after that, he had called her and asked for a date. 

At first Valerie had tried to keep him at a distance. She wasn't ready for a new relationship, still hurting about the way Matthew dumped her for that ballet dancer. But Nathan had been insistent. And how could she refuse a man who sent her flowers and gifts and who desired to take her out to dinner on the moonlit terrace of the Bellarosa with its grandiose view across the city? In the end she relented and accorded him one date. They had been inseparable since. Except when he had to leave town on business. Nathan worked as a producer for a production company that specialized in commercials. He had left last Wednesday for Santa Fe to shoot a shampoo commercial and she had not expected him back until Monday evening. Valerie had already resigned herself to a lonely weekend of enforced celibacy when his unexpected call came in.

Invigorated by the much brighter prospect of a weekend spent with Nathan, Valerie hastened to close down the office and go home. She soon found that most of Los Angeles' work force had had the same idea and her white Hyundai Accent got hopelessly stuck in traffic. It was a quarter after six when she entered her apartment. Only forty-five minutes to get ready. And Valerie wanted to be ready when Nathan arrived; he didn't like it when people were late. He saw enough of that in his work, he said, to accept it in his private life as well.

She stripped off her dark blue business suit and turned on the shower. She allowed herself to luxuriate in the warm stream for a few minutes before washing her hair. After she toweled off she applied generous amounts of the expensive body lotion Nathan had given her. He said its scent on her skin reminded him of wide-open, green fields covered with sweet flowers. Valerie half-suspected it was a quote from a commercial for the product but she didn't care. When Nathan whispered such things in her ear while she basked in the afterglow, she was inclined to believe him unconditionally.

She wrapped a towel around her dripping hair and pattered back to the bedroom to get dressed. Tonight was going to be special, and she wanted to look her best. She held the red dress in front of her and studied her reflection. Nathan had bought it for her one Saturday afternoon when they had strolled hand in hand along Santa Monica Boulevard. It wasn't the sort of dress she would have picked out herself, she thought as she caressed the soft fabric. It was a dark, burgundy color, with a brighter red lining emphasizing the low neckline. The very low neckline, Valerie chuckled, lower than she was truly comfortable with. Nathan said it was sexy. And yes, she admitted to herself while taking another look in the mirror, the dress would look good on her. 

She dropped the garment back on the bed and walked over to a chest of drawers. Nathan had requested she wore his gift; it was up to her to add the right underwear and create an immaculate appearance. Not that anyone but Nathan would get to see the full picture, of course. However, he did have a taste for perfection. Valerie opened one of the drawers and rummaged through its contents. Most of her underwear was brand new, bought in the last four months since she and Nathan had started sleeping together. Her hand brushed across a white, silk scarf and she pulled it out, a smile forming around her lips at the images associated with the scarf. It was yet another present from Nathan, one that he had given her after one night of especially naughty sex. Her cheeks colored at the memory.

About a month ago, he had taken her to see a movie and after the show invited her over for a late night cup of coffee. In the few months of their dating those words had become their code for 'I want to make love to you'. Once they entered his house, they headed straight for the master bedroom where Nathan quickly undressed her. Then, to her surprise, he had pulled several white scarves from beneath the pillow, saying he had an idea. His voice had been honed with excitement.

Valerie had protested at first, naturally. However, it hadn't taken him long to convince her it was perfectly safe and that he would let no harm come to her; she had given in to her curiosity and his desire and allowed Nathan to tie her to his bed. Helpless, she had lain there, vulnerable, exposed to his eyes and hands and unable to prevent whatever he had in store for her.

She hadn't needed worry. Nathan had lavished his attentions on every inch of her body, making her itch, twitch, quiver and squirm until she came again and again with the most violent orgasms she had ever known. Before he took her home he gave her the four scarves. "A reminder," he had said, "of what we can be, you and I." She hadn't quite understood what he meant but the scarves brought back good memories every time she touched them. Sometimes, when he was away for a shoot and Valerie felt lonely, she tied the silk around her wrists and ankles, lay spread-eagled and naked on the bed and imagined his hands on her until she shook with desire.

Somewhere, outside, a horn beeped. With a start Valerie returned to the here and now. It was six forty-five. Fifteen minutes to finish getting dressed, dry her hair and apply her make-up. She was going to have to rush it; she'd lost quite a lot of time day dreaming about the past. Valerie put the scarves aside and concentrated on searching through her underthings. She settled on a peach-colored, satin string that was brand new. She slipped it up her legs and allowed herself a few precious seconds to watch her image in the mirror. Yes, it looked great. Once Nathan saw her in this string, he would be hard pressed to contain himself. She grinned, snatched the dress from the bed and dropped it over her head. The thin material conformed itself to the curves of her slim figure and accentuated her long legs and firm, round breasts that didn't need the support of a bra. 

She blow-dried her hair and cast another glance at the clock. Five minutes to go. She reached for her make-up kit and applied a dab of lipstick, mascara and some eye shadow. Not too much, Nathan liked her au naturel.

Just as she snapped the small container with colored powder shut, the doorbell rung. Valerie looked at the clock again. Seven exactly. Right on the dot. Sometimes she wondered if Nathan was waiting in front of her door until it was the exact time. How else did he always make it on the strike of the appointed hour?

She slipped into her black heels and went to open the door.

"Hello Valerie," he said in greeting. His blue eyes traveled down the length of her body; they seemed to penetrate the thin fabric of her dress as they took in the soft curves of her breasts and hips.

"Nathan," she whispered. Her voice was husky and she felt her cheeks color beneath his gaze while at the same time butterflies fluttered in her belly. He smiled a knowing smile and for just a second she hated him. How did he always manage with one look to make her feel as nervous as a schoolgirl on her first date?

He leaned forward and pecked a chaste kiss onto her cheek. "You look wonderful. Just as I imagined you would. Shall we go?" He didn't ask if she was ready, he simply offered her his arm. Valerie grabbed her purse, house keys and a woolen shawl -nights could be cool this time of year and the spaghetti strap dress didn't offer much warmth- and followed him to his car. The black Porsche gleamed in the light of moon. He opened the door for her and she slipped into the passenger seat. Nathan walked around the Porsche's front and got behind the wheel. She studied him from the corner of her eye. He was dressed casually: dark gray slacks, black turtleneck sweater and a lighter gray jacket. Not at all the formal wear she had come to expect from the way he instructed her over the phone that afternoon. She wondered if she was overdressed.

"Where are we going?" she asked. 

Nathan smiled. "Dinner, for starters," he said. "I assume you're hungry?" 

Valerie nodded. "Starving." Lunch had been seven hours ago.

"Good," he nodded. Valerie wanted to ask about his plans for the rest of the evening but Nathan had put the car in motion and was carefully winding his way through the busy downtown traffic. Valerie settled back into her seat. Nathan would tell her in his own time, and not a second before.

It took them half an hour to reach the restaurant he had in mind for their reunion dinner. He parked at the side of the building, helped her climb out of the car and offered her his arm once more to lead her inside. Valerie smiled to herself. Always the gentleman, he was. Once they entered the restaurant, she stopped in surprise. From the outside, the place had been fairly non-descript. Inside, it was decorated with impeccable taste. The walls were paneled with expensive walnut polished a warm reddish-brown. Heavy, cream-colored tablecloths covered several small tables laid neatly with glittering silverware and shiny thin-stemmed glasses. Soft music played from invisible speakers. What really shocked Valerie, however, was the lack of customers: the restaurant was empty. A rare sight on a Friday evening, even if it was still early.

Valerie turned to her escort. "Nathan, are you sure this is-"

He smiled and patted her arm. "Do you trust me?" Valerie nodded. "Then don't ask any further questions." Valerie swallowed and nodded again. He brought her to the one table in the middle of the restaurant that had two burning candles on it, pulled back her seat and motioned her to sit. From the dark shadows a waiter appeared. His appearance startled Valerie; she hadn't noticed him before. He handed them their menus. 

"Mr. Wells, Madam."

It slowly dawned on Valerie that Nathan must have leased the whole restaurant that evening for a private dinner for the two of them. She beamed a smile at him. "This is... really special."

"You're a special lady," he said. He reached across the table and took the as yet unopened menu from her hands. "Will you let me choose tonight?" 

Valerie blinked and gave a nod. "If that's what you want." 

"It is," he confirmed. He opened his menu and studied it for a few minutes. The waiter returned with an unopened bottle of red wine. 

"Sir?" Nathan glanced at the label and gave a nod of approval. The waiter opened the bottle and poured them both a glass before setting the bottle down beside Nathan's glass. "Have you made your choice?"

"Yes, we have," Nathan said. "The lady will have the Caesar salad and I'll take the fettuccine."

"Excellent choice," the waiter commented as he took away the menus.

While they waited for their food they talked about the week that lay behind them. Nathan complained about the many tasks of a producer. He entertained Valerie with stories about the stuck up actress that the company had hired for their shampoo commercial. "Sometimes," Nathan confessed in a whisper, "I wanted to take her over my knee and spank her until she pleaded for mercy." 

Valerie began to laugh. "That would be something," she said. "I don't think her agent would stand for it though. They'd probably get you fired." 

Nathan nodded. "Unfortunately, yes," he admitted with a theatrical sigh. "Not everyone appreciates a proper tanning. So, how was your week?"

Dinner arrived and Valerie told Nathan about her week. She mentioned Mr. Mackey who called twice a day every day, demanding to know why Mr. O'Leary had not yet found him the condo he desired. "Another person, who could do with some spanking," she giggled, blushing a little at the thought of paddling the sixty-six year old pensioner.

The waiter came for their plates. "Desert?"

"Just coffee," Nathan told him.

After the two cups of steaming black liquid had arrived, his expression grew serious. "Valerie..." 

She blinked at the sudden intensity in his blue eyes. "Yes?" she replied, feeling a twitch of apprehension. Was all this an elaborate way of breaking up with her?

"Valerie," he repeated, "we've been seeing each other for, what, five months now? I've enjoyed every minute of it; I think you're a very special girl. So special, in fact, that I want to take you to a place that means a lot to me." He paused, collecting his thoughts, and she waited.

"What you are about to see might shock you. I want you to keep an open mind. Give it a chance. I see something in you; a quality that you probably don't even know you have. I'd like a chance to bring it out."

Valerie stared back at Nathan, confused. She had no idea what he was talking about and the perplexed look on her face spoke volumes. He sighed.

"I better show you," he said. "It's a lot easier to explain that way. All I ask of you is that you stay for an hour. If you still want to leave after that time, we'll go, and I won't ask you to come with me again. Can you do that for me?"

That didn't make things much clearer. Apprehension and a trace of excitement coursed through her veins. His blue eyes were so serious, the expression on his features so grave, it had to be important to him. Valerie nodded. "Yes." She felt like she had just made a decision that would forever change her life.

A pleased smile played around his lips. "Then, let's go." 

He led her back to the car. After driving for fifteen minutes through the dark streets of Los Angeles, Valerie, a born-and-bred native of the city, would not have been able to find her way home without directions. Nathan had taken her to one of the downtown industrial areas, deserted and dark at this time of day. He pulled over the car, took something from his pocket and turned in his seat so he could face her.

"Valerie, I must ask you to wear this." He held up something small and after a few seconds of staring at it in the dim light of a distant street lamp, she realized it was a blindfold. Her eyes widened and she shrunk back.

"Nathan? Where are you taking me?" Her voice was uncertain and bit frightened.

Nathan reached out and trailed his thumb along her jaw. "Valerie, I care for you, greatly, and I would never let any harm come to you. Do you believe that?" 

She scanned his face for a full minute, then gave a slow nod. "I guess so."

"Then please put this on." 

Reluctant, Valerie reached for the blindfold and placed it over her eyes. What light there had been disappeared and she was shrouded in pitch-blackness. She tied the straps behind her head and gave a shuddering sigh. Nathan's lips brushed along her temple, just above the blindfold. 

"You're doing great," he whispered in her ear. The affection in his voice made her feel a bit better and she settled back into her seat with a thin smile. Nathan shifted gears and drove off.

It didn't take long. Some five or ten minutes later -it was hard to tell when the blindfold robbed her of one of her most important senses- the car stopped again.

"You can take it off now," Nathan said as he killed the engine. Valerie snatched the blindfold from her eyes and blinked at the sudden influx of light. They were in a parking lot. Several expensive cars were parked beside theirs; she recognized a Mercedes, another Porsche and two BMWs. Other models she couldn't make out, but every car gleamed in the moonlight and looked worth more than twice her yearly salary.

Nathan had stepped out and opened her door. "You coming?" She accepted the offered hand and let him help her climb out of the car. She smoothed the dress nervously across her body. "Don't worry, you look wonderful," Nathan said, his hand resting on her upper arm. "Remember that. One hour, all right?"

Valerie nodded, not quite trusting her voice.

He led her around the corner of a dark, two-story building and knocked on a door. Two quick raps followed by three more. "This is a very private place," he explained. "Members only." The door opened to reveal a black man at least three inches taller than Nathan's six foot two. He wore a tuxedo and the jacket strained over his wide chest. The muted thump-thump of a popular beat followed him. Apparently, this was some sort of club. Valerie wondered what all the secrecy was about. If Nathan had wanted to take her dancing, they could have gone just about anywhere downtown.

"Hey Bob," Nathan greeted the doorman. 

A grin appeared on the big man's face. "Hello, Mr. Wells. Long time no see."

Nathan smiled back. "I've been busy."

"So I see," Bob commented while his eyes took in Valerie. She gave a shiver and inched closer behind Nathan's body. "She new?"

"Yeah," Nathan nodded. "This is Valerie. It's about time I introduce her to my friends."

Bob chuckled. "She'll be quite an asset." 

Valerie blinked. Asset? She didn't like the way the bouncer talked about her, like she was a... an object, instead of a human being. She lifted her chin and squared her shoulders. "Can we go in now?" she asked Nathan, pointedly ignoring the bouncer. "It's cold out here." She realized she had left her shawl in the car.

Bob chuckled again. "Like I said, quite an asset." He stepped aside and waved them in. Valerie followed Nathan on his heels, pressing herself closer against him as they shifted past Bob. She had half expected the beefy bouncer to cop a feel off her ass and was surprised when he didn't.

She followed Nathan through a short hallway, only illuminated by a single, shaded lamp, until they came upon another door. The music had grown louder and light peeked through the cracks at the top and bottom of the door. "Ready?" he asked. Valerie gave a nod, although she had no idea what she needed to be ready for.


Rite of Passage



Nathan opened the door and, with his hand on her elbow, guided her into the room.

Valerie froze, two steps shy of the doorway, and her eyes widened.

At first glance it looked just like a regular club. A bar along the near wall. Customers sitting on stools in front of it. A dance floor in the middle of the room, filled with couples grinding to the beat of the music. Booths were located along the far wall, some occupied, others empty. A DJ sat on an elevation in the left corner. The place was dark and smoky, and smelled of alcohol, cigars and something vaguely familiar that Valerie couldn't place. Strobe lights pierced the darkness in time to the beat and illuminated the patrons.

The males appeared rich and influential. Dressed in designer clothes and Gucci loafers, they exuded power and authority. Valerie realized the cars outside belonged to them. They weren't what had her frozen in her tracks, though.

Nearby, in the corner, a man leaned with his back against the wall. In one hand he held a glass with a golden liquid that resembled whiskey. His other hand was wrapped tight in the strawberry-blonde hair of the woman in front of him. She rested on her knees, her face pressed against his crotch. Blushing, Valerie averted her eyes.

A beautiful dark-haired girl in a white dress on a stool in front of the bar caught her eye. A gray-haired gentleman stood behind her, keeping her arms up over her head, her wrists gathered in one of his hands. His other hand was caressing her face. Another man had his nose buried in her breasts and his hands hidden beneath her skirt. Her legs were spread, her eyes were closed and although she couldn't hear her over the music, Valerie was convinced the girl was moaning in the throes of passion. "They are-" she gulped at Nathan, her eyes as round as saucers, when yet something else caught her attention and cut her short.

Across the dance floor, in one of the booths, another well-dressed gentleman perched on the edge of the velvet-clad seat. A woman lay facedown across his lap, her pale, naked buttocks reflecting the light of the colored lamps. His hand kept coming down onto her bare skin and Valerie could imagine she heard the sounds of the slaps over the beat. Nathan's remarks during dinner about wanting to spank the actress took on a whole new meaning.

Valerie drew in a shuddering breath, not having realized she had been holding it until now. Her heart thudded in her throat and panic pumped adrenaline in her veins. She turned on her heels to flee this place of horrors and bumped into Nathan whose strong arms around her waist steadied her. "Let me go," she sobbed, struggling against his hold. He didn't relent. 

"You promised me one hour," he grunted in her ear. She stopped struggling. That was true. He had asked her to keep an open mind, for one hour. But this... this...

Nathan placed a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face so he could look down on her. "Valerie, trust me," he said, his voice gentle again. "Give me a chance to explain."

Understanding began to dawn on her. Nathan had been so pleased when she had agreed to his little game of tying her up. And he was clearly a regular visitor to this club. Valerie wasn't sure if she were the woman for him if he sought what she thought he did. But she had promised to give him an hour. She had never backed down from a promise before.

"One hour." She glared at him. "And then you'll take me home."

He gave a nod. "If that's what you want."

Nathan led her to the bar and motioned at one of the stools. Valerie was about to climb up when someone brushed past her. "'Scuse us," a male voice muttered. She turned around and her jaw fell. An auburn haired woman passed her. She was being led on a leash attached to a leather collar around her neck. Through slits in the front of her dress -if one could call it a dress- her breasts squeezed out and bobbed as she walked by. Small rings pierced her nipples and sparkled beneath the strobe lights.

Nathan chuckled at Valerie's obvious dismay and she gave him an accusing look. "Don't worry, sweetheart" he said, leaning to her so his breath caressed her cheek. "She's enjoying herself as much as he is. Everyone is." Valerie's stare followed the leashed woman across the room, embarrassed by what she saw and at the same time incapable of tearing her eyes away. "Believe me, everyone came here of their own free will." 

Valerie studied him for a while, then nodded. "Okay, I'll accept that," she admitted. "Why did you bring me here?"

He didn't reply right away. Instead, he sought eye contact with the bartender and ordered them drinks. "I'll have a whiskey on the rocks, and the lady here will have an orange juice." Valerie's head snapped up. He knew she liked to drink white wine when they were out. Nathan turned back at her and answered her unasked question first. "I want you sober," he said. "I want you to be fully aware of what you see, of what you feel. I don't want you to make a choice with a brain dulled by alcohol." He paused, took a sip of his drink, then answered her earlier question.

"Why did I bring you here? As I said, you're very special. I like to spend time with you. I like that a lot. And I like control. I like... games." He gave a vague wave to take in the whole room.

"I don't," Valerie spluttered.

"Really?" Nathan cocked an eyebrow at her. "I believe you do. I believe you enjoy relinquishing control. You enjoyed me tying you up in my bedroom, didn't you? And you enjoy me taking charge when we make love. You allowed me to decide what you had for dinner, earlier tonight. You even let me determine which dress you'd be wearing tonight."

"Yes, but that was-"

"Different? How? Valerie, the people you see here, they care for each other. They have a mutual agreement. Do you think these girls are creatures without a will of their own, that they are being abused for others' pleasures?"

Valerie nodded. "Yes." It was certainly what it looked like.

Nathan gave a tired laugh. "You're wrong. These girls are as much in control of their fates as any girl is. Do you have any idea how much power a woman holds when she bends her will to a man's wishes?" 

Valerie shook no. She had never thought much about it. She protested, "But... that one girl... the guy was spánking her."

"Because she let him," Nathan said. "And liked it."

"What if somebody gets hurt?" Valerie asked stubbornly.

Nathan shook his head. "Won't happen. Everyone will have agreed to a safe word. You know what a safe word is?" Valerie gave another shake and sipped from her orange juice.

Nathan explained. "Nothing happens against the...subject's will. If someone tries to go beyond a girl's boundaries, she will say her safe word. All games seize at once. This is not about pain or power or humiliation, Valerie. It's about fun and games and love. It's exciting."

His blue eyes studied her through his lashes, over his drink. Valerie stared back, then averted her eyes and scanned the room once again. His words made sense, what she saw proved him right. Nobody looked frightened, or resentful, or alarmed. She recalled the woman on the barstool that she had watched when they came in, the way her eyes were rolled back in her head and how she was thoroughly enjoying the attention both men lavished on her. And over there, in the booth, the girl that had been spanked was resting in the lap of her tormentor, curled up against his chest and looking quite content with a dreamy smile around her lips. As Valerie stared, the girl looked up and met her eyes. She gave a proud grin and Valerie blushed, looking away.

The blush wasn't lost on Nathan. He trailed his fingers across her bare arm and was rewarded with goose bumps springing up where he touched her. His hand traveled up her arm and came to rest in her neck where it started toying with the baby down that grew at the edge of her hairline. Valerie shivered. It was one of her sensitive spots, something Nathan had discovered on their second date.

"See?" he said, inching his stool closer to hers. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Does she look like a girl who was just abused?"

"No," Valerie replied in a whisper. "She looks... happy."

"Tell me," Nathan continued in a low voice. "Did you enjoy it when I tied you up?"

"Yes," Valerie breathed. Nathan's hand kept playing with the hair in her neck, tugging gently and twirling the strands around his fingers. His other hand had worked its way between their bodies and was crawling up her thigh, the thumb drawing circles on her flesh. Involuntarily, Valerie shifted and her knees parted of their own volition, offering him easier access. She swallowed at the sensations his touch caused to run through her.

"What did you like about it?" Nathan asked.

Valerie tried to remember, wanted to put her feelings into words but his hand between her legs distracted her. He had reached the edge of the satin panties; his thumb grazed across the smooth material, the sensations transported by the thin fabric to the nerve endings in her skin. One of his fingers slipped beneath the edge of the panties and brushed through the curly hair that covered her mound.

"Uhnnn," Valerie moaned. Breathing had become hard, let alone speaking. "I liked. To be helpless. In your power," she uttered in small bursts. His fingers had forced the satin aside and were caressing her pussy lips. Something tightened deep in her lower belly and she shifted again on the stool. She was hot, and tad dizzy. Nathan brought his face closer to hers and nibbled on her earlobe. 

"Like now?" he asked, his voice a mere whiff of air in her ear. A finger slipped inside her moist opening, followed by a second. His thumb rubbed her clitoris.

"Yesss," Valerie hissed. She should care that they were in a public place, that people might be watching. But she didn't. All she cared about were those strong fingers buried deep inside her, the warm lips on her temple, and the sensation of utter helplessness at his touch. She was so close to the edge. All it would take was a few good strokes and she would-

"Good girl," Nathan said. He removed his hand and sat up straight. Tears of disappointment burned behind Valerie's eyes. "Here." He offered her his fingers, slick with her juices. Valerie's eyes grew round and she stared at Nathan. She gulped; she had never... He gave her an encouraging nod and much to her own surprise she opened her mouth and sucked in his fingers. The taste of her juices was salty on her tongue, but not unpleasant. She licked his fingers clean. When she let go, he kissed her. His tongue probed, demanding access and she gladly obeyed, parting her lips so he could explore the warm cavern of her mouth. The ache that had been left in her abdomen returned with full force and her clitoris throbbed with unfulfilled desire.

Nathan pulled away. "Your hour is up," he announced. "Shall we go?"

Surprised, Valerie took his wrist to glance at his watch. Nathan was right, they had been inside this place for an hour. An hour and five minutes, even. Time had flown by. She snuck another glance around the room. The woman that had brushed against her earlier, the one with the collar, was dancing with her partner. Her breasts jiggled to the beat of the music, the rings sparkled and she ground her hips against the man before her, until he looked all hot and bothered.

Valerie hesitated. She knew she could walk away without consequences. Nathan would keep his promise; he'd never mention this place again. He would probably still want to go out with her too. However, Valerie knew she would never get to know the true man, the real Nathan, if she walked out now. Besides, the experiences of this night, the things she had seen, had awakened something in her. Something she never knew was there. A passion, a desire, a need to give herself to this man that was waiting for her decision: she wanted to belong to him.

Before she could change her mind, Valerie shook her head. "No. I think I like to stay for a bit longer."

Nathan managed to look smug and relieved at the same time. "I knew you would like it," he grinned. Inwardly, Valerie smiled. Perhaps he had been right, about a woman's power. Affection surged through her at the thought that she had put that grin on his face, when she made the decision to stay.

He pulled her close, kissed her again and hugged her tight. So tight, in fact, that she could feel the bulge that strained against his pants. Valerie realized that Nathan was as aroused by her consent to stay as she had been when he brought her off right here on this stool. Well, almost brought her off, she thought with a sigh of disappointment as she returned his hug. 

"Let's dance," Nathan said. Without waiting for a reply, he pulled her with him toward the dance floor. An uptempo song was playing, something from the eighties, Valerie thought. She could sing along with the words yet couldn't recall either artist or title of the song. It didn't matter. Nathan was a good dancer and she felt as if they floated across the dance floor when he led her into the most intricate patterns. The room faded into a blur of color and all she could see sharply was the face of the man in whose arms she rested. She was out of breath when the song finally ended and laughed as Nathan let her go. She tried to catch her breath.

The DJ put on a slow song and Nathan raised his eyebrow. Oh yes, she wanted to dance some more. At least this song would give her a chance to get her breath back. Valerie returned to Nathan's arms and rested her cheek against his chest as they swayed to the music. Around them other couples did the same. Valerie didn't see them. She was only aware of the warm hands on her lower back, his breath tickling the hair on her scalp and the regular beat of his heart beneath her ear.

"Valerie? Take off your panties." The words were soft in her ear and at first she was convinced she had misheard them. 

"What?" 

"You heard me," Nathan said. "Your panties. I want you to take them off."

"What?" Valerie repeated again, stupidly. "Here? Now?" She glanced around, for the first time seeing the densely packed floor and the people watching the dancers from the booths and bar stools. "People will see..." She drew back so she could look up into his face.

"I know," Nathan said. A smile played around his lips but the look in his eyes bespoke the danger she was in. Valerie swallowed, beginning to understand what her decision to stay would mean, to her, to their life together.

"I-" Valerie began. Another couple glided past them; the woman's dress was hoisted over her hips and she was naked beneath it. The man's hands dug into her buttocks. Valerie looked away, searched for an escape and, finding none, looked back up at Nathan. His expression was unreadable. Valerie gulped. "Okay," she whispered, a crimson blush appearing on her cheeks at the thought of what she was about to do.

And how the hell did one take off one's panties while slow-dancing on a packed floor? Nathan began to lift her dress. "It'll be easy," he said. "Don't worry about anyone else." Valerie gulped again, her throat suddenly turned to parchment, and a slight nausea began to build in her stomach. What had she gotten herself into?

However, at the same time a familiar tingle began to manifest itself in her lower belly, where her legs joined her body. Her clitoris, denied satisfaction earlier, began to throb painfully at the mere thought of what Nathan requested of her. She felt fresh moisture begin to form in her folds and it horrified her. What if she took off the panties? Nothing would keep the moisture from trickling down her legs or seeping through the fabric of her dress.

As if he could read her thoughts, Nathan pushed her away a little and sternly looked down upon her face. "Valerie. I want you to do what I said." He had lifted her dress almost to her hips and if he pulled it up even higher, Valerie knew, the peach colored satin would be in full view of everyone that cared to look. She nodded her consent, reached down so she could slip her fingers beneath the hem of the dress, and hooked them under the edge of the panties. Here goes nothing, she thought, and pulled the material downward. It stuck briefly against her moist crotch, then let go.

When she came to the end of her reach, the panties were only halfway down her thighs and clinging to her skin. She looked back up at Nathan. He had allowed the dress to drop along with the panties and Valerie thought her actions so far might have been covered by it. Or so she hoped.

"You'll have to bend," Nathan informed her, almost cruelly. "Or lift your feet." Her cheeks glowed even redder when the blood rushed into them. She shook her head. "What?" he asked. "You want to walk around with your panties half-mast?" Valerie shook her head again. "Valerie, nobody cares about what you do. Except me." His voice had grown gentler as he became aware of the depth of her embarrassment. 

She took a deep, shuddering breath, nodded, and bent over to slide the panties down the rest of her legs as quickly as she could. In her haste she got them tangled up with the high heels and only Nathan's quick action kept her from falling face forward onto the floor. That, she thought as she tried to regain her balance with his hands helping to steady her, would have been the epitome of shame.

"Easy does it," Nathan chuckled. He pulled her close to his chest and Valerie tried to calm her ragged breathing. She kept the panties balled up in her fist. Her head hung forward, her hair covering her face. When her breathing was more regular and her cheeks didn't burn quite so hot anymore, Nathan asked, "Hold them up to me." Her head snapped up. He couldn't be serious, could he? The look on his face told her he was as serious as hell. Her blush must have spread all over her body - it certainly felt that way: she was glowing from top to toe. Keeping her eyes trained on Nathan's chest, she held up her flimsy string for anyone to see. Nathan gave it a few seconds, nodded in satisfaction, accepted the panties and, to Valerie's utter relief, stuffed them into the pocket of his slacks. She had half expected him to display the garment in the breast pocket of his jacket.

Nathan smiled, a smile full of affection, and pulled her back into his embrace. She let him, feeling safe within the circle of those strong arms, hiding from the derision that no doubt waited outside them. But after several minutes her feelings began to change. Had she really just done what she had done? She, Valerie Grant, assistant in a small real estate office? Wow. A sense of elation came over her and she let out a breath. She lifted her eyes and searched Nathan's face. He smiled down at her. 

"You've done great, Valerie," he whispered, his tone filled with fondness. "I know that was hard. I'm so proud of you!" Valerie felt herself swell at his praise. Nathan was proud of her. Hell, she was proud of herself! Never had she done anything so daring.

"Thank you," she muttered. He planted a kiss on the top of her head in reply.

When the song was over, Nathan guided her to one of the booths. His hand rested on her lower back and his fingers spread out across her buttocks. The warmth of his touch seeped through her dress and contrasted starkly with the rush of cooler air on her bare pussy as she walked. Both sensations made Valerie extremely aware of the fact that she was completely naked beneath the dress. The thought was arousing and her pussy began to glow with renewed heat. Her nipples perked up and strained against the dress. She hoped nobody would notice.

"I'll get us some new drinks," Nathan said as he guided her to sit in the booth. He gave no indication that he had noticed her aroused state. He walked to the bar and Valerie followed him with her eyes. She admired his strong back and well formed shoulders, barely hidden by the jacket. He was pleased with her, she could tell, and that thought made her happy. She wondered when and where this evening was going to end, when he was going to allow her the release her body craved so much. Being pantyless only increased the itch in her groin.




Rite of Passage



"We haven't been introduced yet. Mind if I sit down?" A masculine voice encroached on her musings and Valerie looked up. A tall man with chiseled features and dark hair was looking down at her, a glass of beer in his right hand. He was slightly familiar and Valerie thought she had seen him once or twice on one of the daytime soaps. She couldn't recall his name, however. She snuck a glance in the direction of the bar but Nathan was busy ordering their drinks.

"I... guess so," she said, sliding deeper into the booth to make room. 

"I'm Curtis," he said, and extended his hand for her to shake.

"Valerie," she replied, looking again at the bar. She wasn't sure how Nathan would react to her talking to a stranger in *this* place.

"I saw your... performance, just yet." Curtis grinned and nodded at the dance floor to indicate what performance he was referring to. Valerie's eyes widened with dismay and she shrunk deeper into the booth. "You're new, right?" he continued, apparently unaware of her discomfort. "You did very well."

"Hey." It was Nathan's voice and Valerie looked up with clear relief. He was back. He'd tell Curtis to leave her the hell alone. But much to her shocked surprise, Nathan grinned at him, placed another glass of juice before her and slipped into the booth at her other side. The two men had her hemmed in.

"Good to see you, Nate," Curtis said. They shook hands across the table. "I was just telling your girlfriend that she gave quite a show."

Nathan smiled and despite her discomfort, Valerie could see the pride in his eyes. "Yes, she did, didn't she? Valerie here is going to be quite a prize." He leaned sideways to run his lips along her temple and one hand caressed her right breast through the dress. She shifted, uncomfortable that he touched her this way with another man present. His left hand, however, had slipped around her waist and he held her close so she couldn't slide away from him.

"However," Curtis continued after taking a swig of his beer, "I see she's going to need tutoring." 

Nathan nodded. "Yes, she does. Tonight is her first time here, so it's all a bit new and frightening."

It was weird, to have them talk about her as if she wasn't there. Valerie experienced a surge of anger and she cleared her throat, noisily. Curtis laughed. "Feeling a bit left out, little one?" he asked. Valerie glared at him and drew closer toward Nathan. She didn't like this stranger, or the way he talked about her or looked at her with barely concealed lust. And she most certainly didn't appreciate being called 'little one'.

"Think she can handle another lesson tonight?" Curtis' question was directed at Nathan but he kept his eyes trained on her breasts. At Nathan's touch, her nipples had sprung to attention and they were clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. Curtis' stare annoyed Valerie, yet at the same time it filled her with an odd sense of pride: this man found her desirable.

"Maybe," Nathan said. He sounded a bit uncertain. "I haven't assigned her a safe word yet."

"Ah." Curtis straightened. "That's definitely something we need to take care of first." He scanned the room. "What about... palm tree?" Valerie followed his eyes toward the far end of the room where a neon palm tree blinked to the beat of the current record.

"Palm tree..." Nathan repeated the word slowly, as if tasting its sound on his tongue. "Works for me. Valerie, think you can remember that, 'palm tree'?" 

She glowered at him. What was she? A little girl? "Of course I can." 

He ignored the dark look she gave him, instead he took her chin to bring their faces close together. "Remember what I told you about the use of safe words?" 

Valerie nodded, a bit taken aback by the grave look in his eyes. "Yes. When... I... want you to stop..." 

Nathan smiled, leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Good girl. Don't forget that."

"So, how about that lesson?" Curtis pressed. 

Nathan laughed. "You never give up, do you?" 

Curtis chortled. "Nope. You know me. Always willing to teach a novice. Especially one as pretty as your little one here."

"You really like her, don't you. Do you want to see her tits?" Valerie jumped at the calm question. Her head whipped around toward Nathan, the question burning on her lips. He didn't really mean that, did he? He caught her dismay. "Shh, baby. I told you I won't let anything bad happen to you. Trust me. Just remember your safe word."

Valerie nodded, reluctant. Yes, she would. Still...

Nathan lifted her up so he could pull her onto his lap. Curtis raised his hands toward the spaghetti straps across her shoulders and Valerie slapped them away. Nathan grabbed her wrists. She struggled but he held her hands firm at her sides. A small sob escaped her throat. "Please..."

Curtis looked past her, his eyes searching for Nathan's permission. When he saw what he was looking for, he began to lower the straps from her shoulders one by one, savoring the moment. Valerie closed her eyes and shivered at the unfamiliar fingers on her skin. Something stirred beneath her buttocks. She realized that the prospect of this stranger undressing her was arousing Nathan. She shivered again, not quite certain whether it was in disgust or excitement. 

Her dress was no match for Curtis as he continued to push the straps down her arms and with rising horror, Valerie felt the fabric give way. It slid down her body, rounded the upper swell of her breasts, slipped over the perky nipples until it fell free and her chest was bare. She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Open your eyes." Nathan's breath was hot in her ear. She didn't want to comply; she didn't want to see the look on Curtis' face as he feasted his eyes on her. Yet, she knew she couldn't disobey Nathan; he would be so disappointed. She drew a shaky breath and did as she was told.

His breath a hiss, Curtis inhaled. "They're beautiful." His eyes had grown dark and taken on a feverish glint. Beneath his intense gaze, her nipples stiffened further as if they possessed a will of their own. Nathan shifted and was tugging the hem of her dress upward. Valerie raised herself a little, obedient, until the dress slipped out from underneath her and was nothing but a burgundy drape around her waist. Curtis cupped her breasts in his hands, weighing them, rolling the nipples between his thumbs and fingers until she hissed in both pain and pleasure. Nathan's hand found her folds, warm and moist, and he pushed two fingers deep inside her. A nail was grazing her clit; every time it touched her an electric current shot from her nub all the way up her spine. Valerie moaned; she had quickly reached a high state of arousal. Her body had not yet forgotten that it had been denied a climax recently. Her body craved, no, demanded to be satisfied this time.

Curtis leaned forward and began to suckle on her nipples. First the left breast. He sucked hard, then flicked his tongue over the nipple before biting down lightly. Valerie gave another whimper and arched her back, pushing her breasts into his face. His mouth was hot, as hot as the inside of her pussy where Nathan's fingers were rubbing her. Her muscles clenched around his fingers and she growled deep in her throat. Valerie was no longer aware of her surroundings, of the club, of the pounding music or the blinking lights. Neither was she aware of the spectators they had drawn. Several couples had gathered around their booth, enjoying the show as much as the performers themselves. Hands started groping beneath dresses or were stuffed down pants in mimicry of the spectacle before them. Valerie didn't notice.

Her world had contracted to the hands on her body and in her body, the warm mouth on her breast, Nathan's hot tongue as he licked the sensitive skin of her back. Her eyes had closed again and her body began to quiver as she felt herself approaching the edge. Closer, closer, almost there...

Curtis' mouth closed on hers, startling her and distracting her for a brief, agonizing second. His hands were still upon her breasts, kneading the soft flesh cruelly. His tongue probed into her mouth and without thinking Valerie allowed him in. She was close. So close... Her hips began to roll back and forth on Nathan's fingers in an attempt to increase the friction. He groaned behind her. 

Oh, how great was her frustration when his fingers left her warm folds, leaving her mere inches from tumbling into oblivion. She growled, loudly, a wail of disappointment echoed by the spectators. Valerie's dismay didn't last long. Strong hands raised her high, then gently sat her back down and impaled her onto Nathan's hard cock. He filled her, pulsated hotly inside her. Valerie sighed with contentment. Oh yessss...

She began to rotate her hips again, rocking back and forth, riding Nathan, as she pressed her breasts tighter into Curtis' hands. One, two, three strokes was all it took and Valerie fell down the abyss. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, again and again, taking her breath away. She cried out. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her whole body convulsed with the spasms of a violent orgasm. Beneath her, Nathan reached a climax of his own and released his hot and sticky load deep inside her body.

At last the waters calmed and she floated on the surface. Her breath returned, her heartbeat slowed to a normal cadence. Gradually Valerie became aware of a rhythmic noise. It sounded like... applause? She forced her eyes open and for the first time saw the dozen or so people that had gathered around their booth to watch her learn her first true lesson in Nathan's world. Surprisingly, not in the least to herself, it didn't embarrass her. Instead, she smiled softly and leaned back so Nathan could fold his arms around her. She tilted her head until her cheek rested on his chest. He kissed her forehead.

"Baby, you were beautiful. I'm so proud of you. I love you." Valerie's heart hopped at the sound of those words. He had never said he loved her before. She murmured something that sounded like "Love you too," and snuggled up against him, her eyes drifting shut.

* * *

Curtis' face twisted in a grin as he straightened and gazed down upon the contented couple. Leave it to Nate to find the best girls. He waved the onlookers away. Show's over, folks. Then he looked around, in search of his wife. The painful erection in his pants needed taken care of. And she would just know how.

--END--



Rite Of Passage



The old priest looked down the woman, the child, who lay looking up at him, the brightness of her eyes, the rise and fall of softly rounded breasts with each breath, the glow of her skin under the torches foretelling the coming dawn, as though the sun was rising first in her body before it granted itself to the land. Life itself radiated from her: a vibrant presence that filled him with love and awe, that burned through to his soul with the vital urgency of existence. "So beautiful, always so beautiful," he murmured, "there must be truth in such a thing, such a brilliant light cannot come from emptiness can it?" It was not really a question. The words were gently spoken, but there was a firmness in his voice, as though he was telling her something so obvious that no argument was needed, so true that no uncertainty was possible.

His voice was soft and melodic, she did not understand the meaning of his words, but she sensed a warmth in him, a desire to comfort. She smiled up at him, grateful that this man would be with her and ashamed of her earlier disappointment. He was old, but not as old as she had thought, and there was strength and determination written in the lines of his face and safety in the firm grip of his callused hand. He had seemed so different before when had seen him kneeling in prayer: a defeated, fragile creature enveloped in white robes that threatened to swallow what little remained of him. She had looked questioningly at the initiate as he lead her closer to the old man: surely there is some mistake? He is but a memory of a man, am I to spend this night with the shadow of death? It must have been the flickering light playing tricks on her for this man standing next to her had nothing of death about him. "Will it hurt?" She was no longer afraid to ask this question, no longer afraid of her uncertainty. This man knew of such things, he had experienced all the doubts of youth and would understand, would listen without judgment.

"No, you will feel no pain at my touch and when it is finished then..." he paused: how to tell this girl of such things, things that he himself could not conceive of despite years of trying? How to communicate a meaning that renders all words inadequate? In the back of his mind he heard the familiar whispering of shadows: "a meaning that might be meaningless." The voice was as soft like the rustle of dry leaves rubbing their corpses against one another, seeking to regain the warmth they used to possess, and as penetrating as the dread harmony of thunder that lashed out from the sky and engulfed all of nature in its shuddering roar. He knew in his bones that uncertainty was impossible, but the shadows filled his mind with impossibilities. He forced his mind from the darkness and the division it had created. She must not see his wound: if she did, if she looked into it, she would see the shadows and they would become real. 

"Then I will be reborn." She finished for him, confident she spoke the truth, yet, for the first time in her life, uncertain of what the words meant.

"Yes." he said, surprised that one so young could see the inadequacies of the words it had taken him a lifetime to discern, or had it? Had he known all along? Sometimes he thought that he had always know and just refused to admit it. To look, to truly look, at anything, even a grain of sand, was to confront the impossibility of real knowledge, the impossibility of understanding what it was to exist. "If we exist at all," the shadows corrected him, "there is no certainty to be had here." He knew these words for the shadows of his own heart: all this, himself, the sand, this girl,... all may just a well be a memory, a dream, or even less. Perhaps within this girl he would find salvation. He placed his hand on her cheek in a gesture of comfort to her (or to him?) and of his supplication to the power she held. 

"You already understand more than most, I wish..." he looked away, afraid of his yearning for what he knew was beyond his reach "I wish I could see this through your eyes, to see what you will see. You will know soon, you will know that which is hidden from us but that we are driven to seek like starving animals, desperate we stumble about in the dark to find it and yet we cannot see it even though we know it is all around us." His voice trailed off, he had not meant to tell her so much, these musings of a crazy old priest will be meaningless in her ears, he rebuked himself. 

What had high priestess Anisah said to him the other day, something about a time when questions lead to truth and a time when they take one away from it? Perhaps she was right: he used to feel that his searching was leading him to some goal, but now, now he felt like his every uncertainty led him further and further into a featureless mist that obscured everything from sight. He had been lucky so far, each time he took a step his foot had found firm ground beneath it, but how long could his luck hold? How long until the next step, the next doubt, sent him hurtling off the edge of the precipice that was hidden in the mist? He knew that edge was there, he could feel the cold emptiness of the fall waiting for him and it knew he was there, it could feel his stumbling footsteps and it waited to embrace him, to end all doubt for him. 

This was the solemn promise, the terrifying seduction, of the whispers: the end of doubt, just one step and all questions would be driven out by the numbing cold of endless dying, endless falling. Perhaps this was the best he could hope for, he had left the warmth and comfort of believe behind so long ago now, had made so many turns and twists in this featureless landscape that he no longer even knew which direction retreat lay in. 

Yet he could not accept that the salvation of the fall was all that remained to him, he clung to the belief that there was another end awaiting discovery. How he hated this belief: it was as empty as the step he feared, stemming from nothing but his need to escape and his arrogance in thinking he could. Why could he not let go? It had been so long, why must he continue to torture himself with hope? Why was he here again tonight, hadn't he been here often enough to know that there would be no answers? Every year he returned to this night that he lived over and over again, and every year nothing. Why can't you see, you stupid old man! There has always been nothing! There will always be nothing! There is... No, no! Even after all these years he could not bring himself to think that, never that, even the pain of this divided existence was better than annihilation. Nothing was tolerable in the past and the future, but not now, there must be something now, he needed there to be something now and his desperate need, the only defence he had left, stood guard against the emptiness that surrounded him and let him feel hope for one night a year. 

She looked surprised, "But there can be nothing you do not know? You are Her priest, why would She hide anything from you?"

He had said too much. Did she sense the open wound in his chest? No, her eyes would speak of it, they looked slightly curious but not concerned. "I do not think She hides from me," he said, choosing his words carefully this time, "but sometimes I think that we hide Her, or part of Her, from ourselves. Perhaps it is the nature of our minds to be closed to the unknown. But such ideas must seem strange to you, they often seem so to me, let us speak of it no more."

"They do seem strange, I have never thought of such things. But I..., I think I understand..." She paused, unsure if she should continue. What interest could he have in her thoughts? How could she presume to understand him, one who had served the Mother since before she was born? She searched his face as he waited expectantly for her to continue, he did not seem offended but she spoke hesitantly none the less: "You will soon introduce me to that which I have never known." He still gave no sign of displeasure with her, but listened to her words attentively. Her hesitancy fled from her, he was interested in her thoughts and his interest made it important that she tell him. "Do you think that in experiencing one unknown with you my mind will be opened to all that is unknown? That I will see everything, including that which we hide from ourselves?"

"Yes, I think you do understand." He smiled warmly at her, he felt a connection with this girl, more so than he had with any that had come before her, and with it he felt his hope grow. Nzambi had sent this one to him, surely that was it, surely,... But he did not feel sure, only hope, hope feed and strengthened by her understanding, as the parasite is feed by the blood of its host. As much as anyone who is whole could, this girl understood. As she had spoken he had watched in fear, looking for the first telltale crack to appear, but she was still whole. She had seen the questions, but not the emptiness behind them.

"Perhaps I could come back afterwards and tell you what I felt?"

"No, if I was ready to know I would see it myself, since I am unready I would not listen." He did not want to lie to her, but he consoled himself with the thought that he was not sure it was a lie. He did not believe what he said, but what did that matter? He could not tell her of the mind numbing fear, of the daily horror that her promise to return with answers would visit upon him. He could survive the sacrificing of his hope once a year, but every day? He shuddered involuntarily at the thought.

Oblivious to the turmoil within him she accepted his words. What he said did not entirely make sense to her, but she felt there was great wisdom in it, a wisdom that hinted at even deeper truths lying beneath. Was there really anything that this man did not know? Perhaps his humility was just a sign of his wisdom. She gazed fondly at him, "Very well then, if I see you again then I shall kiss you and say nothing, even if you beg I will be silent." She could not help grinning at the unbidden image, that flashed in her mind, of this dignified man, in his pristine white robes, on bended knee before her, entreating her to share her wisdom with him.

He knelt next to the stone dais, its solidity now obscured beneath a thick veil of dark, molten velvet that cushioned her body in its liquid embrace and pooled on the stone floor beneath. Reverently he placed his arm across her chest, feeling the soft warmth of her soak into his skin, he softly caressed her check with the back of his hand before resting it against her neck. 

She was surprised at his gentleness, she had imagined this moment many times and always the feel of his flesh on her's had been hard and urgent: demanding her surrender. But his touch made no demand: like a mother's, it offered her sanctuary, inviting her to release herself into it. She sighed peacefully, turning her head and looking into his eyes. They were not grey, as she had first thought, there was a drop of blue in them, the diffuse colour of blue sky observed through layers of grey clouds. 

He looked into her eyes, grateful to her for keeping herself open to him so that he could watch the moment unfold within her. This was what he waited for every year, to see the moment, the culmination of this ritual, reflected in their gaze.

The sun finally rose above the horizon and the polished copper doors of the temple erupted in a searing ocean of flame. It was time. The priest drew his hand back swiftly across her neck, as though his hand had been bitten and now fled in terror leaving a trail of blood. But it was not his blood: it was she who had been bitten by the gracefully curved golden fang now nestled in his palm, appearing harmless and fragile but for the sparkling drops of crimson than fell from it. In her eyes he saw humour and anticipation, then...nothing.



Rite of Passage



Geoff had been looking up from his studies, out the window and down the lane all day. Every sound that even closely resembled the squeak of a wagon spring or the clop-clop of horse hooves pricked his ears up and sent his heart racing as he eagerly awaited the arrival of his father. Geoff had turned 18 recently, and as a present, his father, Sir Edwin Talley, had promised to bring him a gentleman's maid from London. 

Officially her job would be to care for Geoff's clothes, toiletries and other effects of his bed and bath. She would stay in the room adjacent to Geoff's suite and come at his call; waking him in the morning with tea and putting him to bed in the evening with ...

That was what a gentleman's maid was really about -- bed. It wasn't talked about, especially around the women of the family, but everyone knew. Most all the male members of the Talley family had enjoyed the company of a gentleman's maid; several of them still worked in various capacities around the acreage. 

Geoff had seen the stallions and mares, bulls and heifers, not to mention assorted dogs and other farm animals rutting about the family's grounds, but he had never had the pleasure of sex with anyone except himself. Sex alone was something he did with regularity, except for yesterday and today. His state of excitement was such that his cock was half-hard most of that time, but he forced himself to ignore its pleas and save its seed for this maid.

He walked into the bedroom she would be using and looked at the bed, imagining that moment under its covers when he would squirt his first seed into a woman. Would he feel different? Would he be different? Would the people he saw the next day be able to tell he was no longer a virgin? He didn't care. He just wanted a woman. And what would she be like? In his bed alone, his cock in his hand, he'd thought a lot about this mystery woman. And tonight, he'd see her. Geoff rubbed his cock beneath his trousers as it stretched to about three-quarters erect. "Tonight," he said. "Tonight."

Returning to his own room, he heard voices out the window. Looking down at the yard, he saw that his father's carriage was just pulling in the yard and several of the foot servants were running out to greet it. He dashed to the door, then stopped. He didn't want to run out like the overly-excited teen that he was and give the family men something to joke about later. He looked at himself in the mirror, brushed through his hair once, took a deep breath and walked out the door. At the top of the stairs, he paused to relax his face. He knew he was grinning widely. He wanted to appear nonchalant as he went down the stairs to greet his father and his uncle, who had made a trip to London on business and pleasure, as they did every few months. 

He met his father and Uncle William on the veranda stairs. They were alone, giving Geoff a panicked feeling of great disappointment. He looked around to see if anyone were still in the carriage. Its door was closed. 

"Welcome back from the city, father," he said as he looked his father in the eye and shook his uncle's hand. He looked back to the carriage, a bit confused.

"What are ye looking for, young Geoff?" asked his uncle. "A certain package?" 

"Of course that's what he's looking for," answered his father with a laugh, as he nodded toward the carriage. "Your package is in there waiting for you to order her to alight and come in." 

Geoff heard the laughs of his uncle and father, and noted the smirks on the faces of the servants and carrigemen as he approached. Opening the door, he peered in to see a small girl in a plain brown dress. His father had stipulated repeatedly and forcefully before he left that under no circumstances would he hire or purchase a female servant under the age of 18, so he knew the girl was of legal age, but he was still taken aback by her youthful appearance. 

"What's your name?" he asked. 

"Lydia," she answered looking down at her lap. 

She had dark hair and eyes and her hair had the wave of the woodspeople in it. 

"I'm Geoff. Please come in," he said.

He stepped back and allowed her to climb down from the carriage. She had a small sort of bag with her, filled what appeared to be some odds and ends of clothing. 

Geoff turned to see his father and uncle smiling, as his father called down, "Come in, let's talk over a glass of port." 

Back inside the house, Geoff called for Marian, the Head Servant, and asked her to take Lydia for some new clothes and show her to her room. 

He and his father and uncle gathered by the fire in the parlour, where a tray of brandy and glasses had been waiting. After some small talk about the trip and the weather, his father broached the subject of Lydia.

He had bought her as a totally-indebted servant. Her parents had gotten into some trouble with the tax collector of County Wyland, who was about to have her father jailed. He had stepped in just in time, and with a little help from the local vicar, had persuaded the magistrate to allow him to pay the family's debts in exchange for the servanthood of the daughter. 

"She is 18 and signed the papers willingly ... almost like it was a relief for her," her father said. "But the closer we got to Roscraggon, the more agitated she became. As a totally-indebted servant, she is our property until we say otherwise and unlike the indentured servants, she can be flogged. We explained this to her before she signed the papers and on the way to the manor." 

Geoff tried to hide his excitement. Throughout the rest of the conversation, though it meandered from crops to fashion to war news, Geoff could only think of what was under that brown dress. 

His mother and aunt entered the room, prompting Geoff to excuse himself to return to his studies. He went up the stairs to his room and stood by the closed door of his new servant's room. Silence. Marian must still be dressing her and showing her around. He went to his books. 

After what seemed a very long time, he heard the door to the next room open. Voices -- Marian first, then Lydia. Soon he heard Marian's voice beside his door, "And anytime you enter your master's room, you knock two times and say 'Sir?' before touching the doorknob. Wait for your master's instructions." 

There were two knocks on the door, and Marian's voice lilted, "Sir?"

"Come in," Geoff replied. 

Marian entered, followed by Lydia, who was now dressed in the white skirt, black top and white hat that made up staff uniforms. Marian showed her the bells on the table next to Geoff's bed. "When he rings this small one," she said, tinkling the small silver bell, "it means he wants your attention and you may enter without knocking or enquiring." She rang it again. 

"Now, I will leave you two to get to know one another and I will go instruct Asa in the kitchen. Dinner is in two hours."

Marian left out the door to the hallway and Lydia headed toward the door back to her room. 

"Lydia," called out Geoff, "please come back."

The young woman stopped in the doorway and turned back. She stood trembling before Geoff, her eyes lowered. 

"Sit down," he said, indicating the chair across from his pile of books. The girl sat, her eyes glued to her clasped hands in her lap.

"I guess you know what all your duties will be here?" he said, trying to sound much more adult than he felt. 

"Yes, sir." 

"Your job will be to start the fire in the morning now. Marian's son Jakob had been doing that, but it's your job now."

"Yes, sir." 

Geoff had not wanted it to go this way, but he knew now he could not and would not stop himself. He was going to have her now. His cock was stirring. She was his. He had wanted to act patient, even indifferent, to her. He thought that would make him appear more mature and help him earn her respect. His cock was hardening more. But he didn't know what to say next. 

"And you have other duties." 

"Yes, but I was hoping I would not have to perform all my duties today, sir, as I am tired from the journey." 

Geoff smiled. "We have some time before dinner, and we can rest tonight. Let's see how you perform your 'duties'. Now Lydia, stand by the fire and remove your clothing." 

Reluctantly, she moved to the rug before the fire and slowly removed all her clothing and folded each piece over the chair she had just sat in. A tear rolled down her cheek and landed on her breast as she stood naked in front of the speechless Geoff. 

He had never seen a naked woman before and was amazed at her pubic region, as if it had never occurred to him that women had hair there, too. He stood up and began removing his clothing. Soon he pulled down his pants to reveal a huge erection. Walking around behind Lydia, he pushed her down onto the rug. 

On her hands and knees, she said, "Permission to speak, sir?" 

"Granted," he said.

"Sir, when I woke up this morning," she sobbed shyly, "I did not know that before the Sun set, I would no longer be a virgin. I was saving myself. Please sir, I am just not ready to lose my virginity just rutting like a dog. May I serve you in some other way, sir?"

"And how would that be?" 

"With my mouth, sir." 

Geoff had heard jokes and talk about that sort of thing, but thought only tavern girls did that.

"And how would you know about that?" Geoff demanded. "And tell the truth. I'll not have a barmaid for a gent's maid."

"My family lived in a small house with only one room. I've had to see my mother take my father into her mouth and service him that way many times," she continued, through sobs. "Last night she told me it's how she made the old man happy without having a hundred babies. She said it's vile ... she hates the taste ... of the seed, but she does it. I will do that for you, sir, if you will let me keep my maidenhead just one more night." 

Geoff put his hand on the small of her back and traced his fingertips down her buttock. 

"I'll let you keep your maidenhead until tonight. Tonight only. Right now, you may serve me as you request. But first, lie on your back with your legs toward the fire. I want to see all of you." 

Lydia laid down on her back, her legs toward the fire. Geoff crouched beside her and pulled her legs apart. He looked into the tangle of black hair and saw a sliver of pink emerge as he spread her legs further. He saw folds of skin, but nowhere did he see any kind of hole big enough for his cock to fit in. 

"Lift your knees up to your chest," he commanded. 

She complied and he watched as the light of the fire flickered over her genitalia and anus. The lips parted at the bottom of the folds and he saw what must be the place his cock would go. He moved in closer until he could smell the salty, musky scent of her private parts. He sniffed it lightly once and when he realized the intoxicating effect it had on him -- a tingling lightning bolt that went straight to his cock -- he took in a deep breath of her and passed another point of no return. He crawled between Lydia's legs as she tried to close them, and when their faces were even, he looked her in the eyes and hissed, "No, I am sorry, Lydia, I am going to have your cunt now." 

"Oh, sir, please ... " she said as he tried to kiss her. She turned her head aside while he stabbed his cock forward, seeking her opening. "Sir Geoff, please ..."

The end of his cock slid up her pussy lips, and that felt so good that at first he thought he was inside her. He moved his hips back and pushed forward again at her wiggling target. He pulled her close with his arm and pushed hard against her. His cock head found the right place this time. As he felt it grip his head, he wanted to shout, "I'm fucking." Finally, he was in a pussy. If only an inch, he was in a pussy. He tried to push further forward, but her dry flesh and hymen refused him entry. He pulled out and suddenly felt that warm tingle that meant his orgasm was already approaching and unless he laid real still, he was going to shoot his seed, and he wasn't ready for that yet. He hadn't even gotten all the way inside her. He stayed still while the feeling subsided, the warm tingle going back where it came from.

She looked him in the eyes and asked, "Please, sir, let me take you in my mouth to finish. I want to ..."

"Okay. I will stand up and you take me in your mouth," said Geoff.

He pulled back from her and rose to his feet. Lydia rose to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. Just last week, she'd heard her parents rutting on their cot and heard her dad say to her mother, "Time." She'd seen the same event in this same house ever since she could remember. The old man would get off her mom and lay down beside her, and she would then scoot down and take his member in her mouth and suck on it until he groaned. Lydia knew that ended it, but didn't know how, exactly. Her mom usually had some wine afterward. 

Now it was her turn. Her mom used her hand in front of her mouth to pull on her dad's cock. She put her hand on the cock in front of her face and felt it jump. She put it in her mouth and began sliding her lips down its length. It smelled and tasted like her privates, which made her want to gag, but she kept pushing her head forward until her nose was buried deep in Geoff's pubic hair and his cock was hitting the back of her mouth. 

She pulled back and went down its length again. And again. Faster each time. 

Geoff watched her head bobbing back and forth on his cock and quickly felt his orgasm, which had subsided, return to shooting position. For a boy his age, 48 hours without an orgasm makes for a large, eager wad of seed. 

Lydia felt his hand go into her hair on the back of her head as he pulled her face all the way against his body and grunted. It was the same kind of grunt her father did into her mom's mouth. Suddenly, the cock in her mouth twitched and her mouth was filled with a liquid she had never tasted before. Before she could think of what to do with it, an even bigger squirt of the stringy, slimy stuff spilled into her mouth. It was vile, just like her mother said, and it went down her throat and up her nose and spilled out of her mouth. Three more smaller squirts followed. 

"This is to be my life," she thought, "because I was born to a pauper. The rest of my life will be doing this vile, disgusting deed ... and worse." 

She let the cock slip out of her mouth and tried not to spit out the seed in her mouth. She thought she'd best swallow it, but there was a puddle around and under her tongue that just wasn't going anywhere, and the contents of her stomach squirmed about, like a school of fish coming up. Leaning toward the fire, she spat a wad of Geoff's seed and several trails of stringy saliva into the fireplace. She leaned back and took a deep breath, sending her stomach's contents back down. 

"Well done," said Geoff, laughing at the panting girl, "on all counts. Draw us a bath and we'll clean ourselves before dinner." 

"Yes, sir," she replied as she reached for her clothes on the chair. Getting dressed felt good, and she did it quickly. She felt his eyes on her, and she felt the presence of his spit-cleaned cock hanging half-hard just a few feet from her face as she tied her shoes. She shuddered to think what was next.



Rite of Passage



I first worked in a northern Quebec mining town after finishing high school. The town where I worked could be compared to the wild west of another century. The mining business was booming and single men from around the world came to work the mines. Several of the hotels provided an easy access to meet ladies of the evening for pleasure.

In fact, it was just a matter of walking in to the beer parlour section, looking over the available ladies, selecting one of them, ensuring that you had seven dollars, two for the room and five for the girl and away you went! It was very easy if you had the courage to try! 

Well, I did not have the courage that first year. Following my first summer's work I went on to college and returned to work in the mines the following summer. My closest friend and I had talked all school year about coming back and getting laid by one of these gals. We made plans at the close of the school year to meet in Rouyn and do the dirty deed.

It was not many years after WW2 at that time, and the town was full of veterans from the war and displaced men from Europe looking for a better life. These were men who had experienced war and starvation and prisoner of war camps and a lot more. They were tough dudes and some of the hotels they frequented were rough. The balance of men to women was skewed and competition for a girl friend was very much in favour of the ladies. 

The women who plied their trade in these wild hotels were generally very attractive. They dressed smartly and wore makeup and acted in a seductive manner. There was always the risk of venereal disease but the authorities of the day had a program of arresting the girls in an organized fashion; and taking them in to hospital to be checked out for sickness and disease. 

The threat of a dose was certainly not a factor of significance to our minds in those days of raging hormones. We both had steady girl friends at school, but were obviously not getting much more action than most of the other guys. In other words, all heavy petting and no penetration! 

My friend joined me in Rouyn one weekend after I had started work. We first went to some of the nicer bars to have a few drinks. I suppose we really hoped to pick up a couple of pretty girls so that we would not find it necessary to go to the Pipe Wrench Hotel. We were not successful with the pretty girls, as usual, but having consumed a fair amount of liquid courage, off we went determined to "Relieve the pressure!"

It was getting close to midnight when we entered the Pipe Wrench Hotel and there were some tough looking guys in there. I had been told about the pimps and how they were to be avoided if possible. I was too inexperienced to pick them out and generally they would only show if trouble developed. We had no plans to cause any trouble.

There were probably 20 ladies of the night in there when we entered. If you looked in their direction they smiled and raised their eyes towards the rooms upstairs in invitation. Each lady sat at a table of her own so as to permit a person to make the approach without the embarrassment of asking for a piece of tail in front of others. It would be pretty obvious what you might be doing when you approached one of them at any rate.

Well the evening wore on and we could not agree on which two to hit on. More likely the six or seven beers we had consumed was not sufficient to provide the required courage! Throughout the evening there were these two older hookers sitting side by side who smiled and winked every time we looked in their direction. Let us just say that they had seen better days and compared to some of the very attractive women around them, they really looked quite ancient! Several times through the evening we would look at each other and say "No way, Jose'." 

But as the night wore on the other ladies gradually disappeared. Through the early part of the night you would see them head upstairs with a guy and then show up again a short time later. But then, too soon for our liking, they were all gone. We were to learn later that most of the girls who worked this hotel lived and had rooms at another hotel close by where they would take anyone with enough cash to pay for an "All nighter."

Suffice to say that by about 2 am we were practically alone in the room with the two elderly lovelies! And by God, they were starting to look pretty good! So finally we emptied our last beer; stood up together and weaved over to their table. Before we could say a word one of them said "Want to have some fun?" We blurted out "Oh yeah!"

They sent us over to the desk clerk to pay for the rooms and a key; the cost being two dollars each for a room key for half an hour. I am not quite sure how we chose who went with whom; there really was no advantage either way from appearances. I ended up with a "girl" named Simone.

These women seemed quite old to us in our late teen years but they were most likely about 35 to 40. They had undoubtedly been working girls for 15 to 20 years and I would guess they had handled an awful lot of nervous young guys like us before. They were certainly "Experienced."

We went up the stairs to our rooms with the room key clock already ticking. If one takes more than 30 minutes; there will be another two bucks required. Simone was not acting as seductively as she had been prior to sealing the deal. She is now all business and she asked me for the five bucks and put it in her purse. 

She unbuttoned her dress as she told me to take my pants and shorts off and to wait for her at the wash basin. She was just wearing a slip when she walked over and grabbed my semi-hard cock and began to wash it off in some warm water; apparently previously set up for just this purpose and covered by the two dollar fee. There was no running water in the room.

She became very thorough in making sure my dick is clean. I did not realize why she was so diligent about it until later. The reason of course is that they didn't want to spend very long in bed with you; they wanted you to get off and get out. I have never tired of a woman's hands on my cock and dispassionate as she was, she was also an expert.

By the time she finished washing me, I was about two heartbeats from going off! Finally she walked over and lay on the bed; lifted the bottom of her slip up to her hips and spread her legs. 

I had been told that hookers did not kiss and you could not suck their nipples. But I had always imagined that when push came to shove, they would be just as horny as I was. I did not mind passing on the kissing, but when I didn't even get to see let alone kiss or feel her nipples I was a little put off. So I asked her if she would take her slip off. She said, "Yes, but it will cost you five dollars more and you can have a half hour bare naked."

That was getting a little expensive and on top of that I would have had to pay two dollars more to the guy at the desk, so I said never mind and climbed aboard. When I think back on it now and the fact that I didn't even put a condom on; I kind of shiver. 

But that was one of the reasons that you screwed a hooker, you did not have to worry about getting her pregnant, which in those naïve days of long ago was the only reason you wore a condom. The older guys told us that when you bought condoms at the drug store you were supposed to say, "For protection", but the real reason was to prevent pregnancy.

At any rate, my heart was pounding as I settled down between her legs and prepared to enter the largest pussy I was ever to see! She had a bush on her that could hide small animals! I slowly entered her and just as I did I could feel myself starting to come. As I slipped easily into her there was a gentle throbbing that I was sure I could get under control. 

But pro that she was, she moved that pussy of hers back and forth about 3 times and I was gone! She didn't even let me finish inside of her, she jumped up so quickly I was still up on my extended arms and thrusting and she wasn't there. She cried "You went off, you went off."

Well, I certainly had gone off but I had gone off before without losing my erection and I was very disappointed that I didn't get to keep going. All my previous fantasies about pounding hell out of her pussy were over in about 5 seconds. She could see my disappointment and she asked me if I wanted to do another one for five bucks more. I asked her if she would take her slip off this time, and she said, "Sure for ten dollars more." So I passed on it.

When I got back downstairs I could see that I still had about 10 minutes on the clock. My partner came down the stairs just after I did. His face was very pale, and I guess mine was as well. He said to me, "Wow, what a piece of ass." And I said, "Yeah, me too!"

The two of us have laughed many times about that night. I can still picture those two "old" girls winking suggestively at us as we tried to screw up our courage to take on full blown women. Their faces will never leave me, and disappointed as I was that night at my inexperience and the lack of passion in my bed-mate, it remains one of my most pleasant memories. I learned an awful lot that night and consider it one of the greatest lessons of my life! No kidding!

Return to the Pipe Wrench

About three years after the above happenings I returned to Rouyn on Christmas break. I was traveling with a friend and co-worker from the same home town and we were on our way home after being in the bush for almost 9 months. During this time we had enjoyed a few evenings with one or two of the few available women in the mining town, but had not succeeded in getting laid during this period. At 21 years of age or so this tended to work on your brain a little too much.

We planned to spend an evening or two in Rouyn enjoying the lounges and clubs. Night life in Rouyn was of a much higher calibre than that in our home town. Everyone in the clubs and lounges was in there for a good time and there was seldom a fight or squabble of any sort. The girls were pretty and dressed beautifully and always obliged when asked to dance. You could get a pair of girls to sit with you and have a drink without a big drama. It really was an easy come easy go type of night life. 

At home, only 55 miles across the Ontario border the odds were that you would more likely get in a fight than have a dance with a girl. In fact there was only one lounge recently opened where you could actually have a mixed drink instead of beer. They also allowed dancing!

We had a nice time the first night and even managed to get a couple of girls to join us for Chinese food late that night. We could not convince them however that they should come and see what we had in store for them at our hotel room!

The next day was a Saturday and we spent a good part of it drinking and cruising the lounges and bars which were pretty busy given the proximity of Christmas and a weekend to boot. 

However, we did not manage to attract any females of the sort likely to hit the sack with us. It was then that we decided Plan B would come into effect and I would make my triumphant return to the Pipe Wrench Hotel. My partner had never been there and I had painted a rosy picture of what the ladies looked like. We both wanted to get laid before going home.

We got to the hotel much earlier in the evening than I had on my earlier visit, and there were a lot of really good looking women there. Apparently the prices had gone up and it now cost ten dollars for girl and room, up from the previous seven. It was still pretty expensive when you realize that we were only making about fifteen a day.

There was one problem that this friend and I had with each other. We always went for the same girl! Unfortunately for me he was a much smoother operator than I and he regularly won the competition. 

Once again we spotted the same girl at the same time, and she was really a great looking woman. She was a tall redhead wearing a light green low cut dress. We bickered a bit over her but I had the advantage of having been through the uncertainty on my previous visit and remembered how "looking and not doing" for too long had reduced the quality of our choices. 

My friend Bob was ready to discuss the choices and alternatives for me. He was doing that primarily because he had never taken a hooker on before and was a little nervous. 

So while he was checking out the other women to recommend to me, I simply stood up and walked over to the redhead. A nice pleasant smile from her and we were on our way to the desk and upstairs. Bob was looking at me with a very pissed off look on his face but I knew that he would get over it and find a lady for himself now that I had thrown down the gauntlet. There was no way I would get laid that night and that he wouldn't! 

This lady was a much more engaging woman than "Simone" had been, and she chatted with me and told me her name was Melody and that she was from Winnipeg. She removed her dress to remain standing in a slip and obviously was not wearing a bra or panties. She really looked great and I was very excited. 

As she washed my dick off at the wash basin I was very deliberate in trying to not pay attention to her hands as they worked on me. Her hands were soft and gentle but I kept my mind on other things by asking her questions about her home and things of that sort. 

I asked her if she would remove the slip and she said for five dollars more she would, but that If I wanted a half hour bare naked with her it would cost me ten more. I gave her the five and off came the slip and she was beautifully naked as she lay back on the bed with her knees up and her legs spread.

I worked very hard to retain my composure and to not get too excited and come too quickly. As I entered her I lay down completely on her so that I could feel her breasts on my chest. She did not indicate in any way that she would allow me to kiss her as she kept her head turned to the side. But she did allow me to lift one breast up with my hand and kiss the nipple. 

Apparently she suddenly realized that she had permitted this no-no. Her response was to start working her pussy around my cock in ways it or I had never imagined was possible. So despite my intentions to drag this out as long as possible; I was soon charging down the hill like a runaway steam engine. But this time I did manage more strokes than the three that Simone had to contend with.

It was satisfying; and she was much more patient getting me off of her than Simone had been. She asked me if I wanted to go again for another five, and tempted as I was I did not. I had blown about fifty bucks in our two nights of pleasure in Rouyn and I still had a week at home and Christmas presents to buy.

She told me that I had done very well and that she had "almost" started to come. I was triumphant at that news, and if I had known about the fist pump in those days I would certainly have done one right there. 

When I went downstairs, my partner was not there so I sat and ordered another beer. He did not show for another few minutes and I was getting a little worried as this was not exactly the safest hotel to be in late on a Saturday night.

Finally he showed up as he followed his "girl" down the stairs and back into the bar-room. He had a big grin on his face and was barely down in his seat when he said he had "A double." 

I said, "No way and how much did it cost." 

He was a pretty good bull-shitter and I knew there was something fishy with his story. Finally I figured it out and said, "You went off at the wash basin didn't you?" 

He started to laugh and admitted to it. I had told him to watch out for this but he told me that it was so exciting that he just let himself go without thinking. The girl was reasonable and let him have his piece of tail for another five dollars. He managed to get it done in time to fit within the allotted 30 minute time frame for the room. 

We were very content with ourselves as we headed home to spend time with our families and friends. We would also be able to impress our buddies with our exploits. Can there possibly be anything greater!



Rite of Passage



Her screams echoed throughout the Darkspear Hold. Zulanji eyes were closed tightly in pain as she tried to crawl away from the troll cock that had just impaled her supple ass. Continuing her futile attempts to get away, her thoughts trailed to how she had got into this mess to begin with.

Zulanji scanned herself up and down in the mirror-like surface of the reflective rock. She liked the way her new priestess garb showed off her midriff. It was custom made for her; it had to be. At only 5'10", she was far shorter than the average troll. Zulanji ran her hands up over her hips, and across her taut stomach, eventually cupping her moderate tits (about C cups). She adored her body, unlike most of her tribe who considered her size a weakness as she did not have the cynical nature to make up for it. The only reason she had not been exiled was, her mother was the tribe's high shaman.

Her mother had sent word that she was to meet with Vol'jin, Leader of the Darkspear tribe and arguably the most powerful troll alive. It was with this message that her mother had sent the attire that she was currently trying on.

She found herself rather satisfied with the fit of her new dark purple top and the matching long skirt. The color contrasted nicely from her dark crimson hair and bright azure skin. Typically, other troll girls would put on face paint and clean their tusk; but she was not like most trolls and had miniscule tusks along with a very humanly cute face, other trolls often thought his unattractive. Zulanji, finally done admiring herself. Put on her best cloak, took her best staff to hand, and began her journey to meet with Vol'jin.

"Do ya know why I sent for ya?" Vol'jin asked the small statured trolless as he circled her like a ravenous shark.

Zulanji shook her head slowly, shifting uneasily as he moved from sight. Her muscles tensed slightly, still feeling Vol'jin's piercing eyes upon her back.

"Ya mother asked me to test ya worth. I only agreed ta do so afta much.... persuasion." He chuckled deeply, moving closer to the troll girls' back. "If ya pass dis test, ya will be free ta come and go as ya please. Howeva, if'n ya fail, ya will be exiled, stripped of all ya hold dear, marched tru da village as a slut and taken ta da deserts of Tanaris ta be picked apart by da scorpids."

She bit her lip, thoughts racing through her mind, "What will he ask of me? Will I be able ta do it? What if I fail?" She snapped out of her trance as she felt a large hand squeeze her ass.

"Will ya be submittin', mon?" The troll leader inquired, groping Zulanji's rump once more.

She chewed her lip in anxious thought, "I can't be exiled... I have no skills.... no talents... I'd be a dead mon..." Zulanji continued to try and find a way out when Vol'jin sealed her fate, "Refuse and be exiled for the trouble ya caused me, ya are tryin' my patience young one."

Her eyes went wide with fright before beginning to water as she slumped to the floor. She spoke after a moment, finally voicing the words Vol'jin had longed for, " I will do as ya command, Masta Vol'jin...." The darkspear leader grinned broadly, his devious plan coming to fruition.

Vol'jin groaned softly and smiled as the small troll girl stroked his dark blue cock, sucking on the very tip of it, "Mmmmm, glad ta see ya aren't completely new ta dis kinda ting."

Zulanji had learned a few things from around the village. She worked her hand faster up and down his rigid shaft, running her tongue over the swollen head of the troll's dick. 

"Mo' take mo' of it, slut." He half-growled, grabbing and pulling the red tresses of his current sextoy.

She gagged on Vol'jin's fuckstick as he pushed more of his 11 inch rod into her mouth, her hand falling uselessly to his thigh.

The strong troll began to thrust his hips forward, pushing slightly deeper as he picked up the pace. The young girls' hand trailed down Vol'jin's thigh only to tease the wet quivering lips of her snatch almost instinctively. Even though Zulanji had toyed with a few trolls around the village, she'd never felt like this before, she was confused but intrigued by it. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, being used, but she couldn't get enough. She tried to match pace with his thrusts, enthusiastically sucking Vol'jin's manhood as she toyed with her pussy, plunging one of her thick trollish finger deeply into it over and over.

He chuckled, looking down at her; watching her breasts jiggle in her tight fitting purple top as he fucked her face all the while, the girl is playing with herself. Zulanji had closed her eyes, trying to get away from the confusion between her mind and body. "I don't want dis," she kept telling herself as her body protested with, " I need mo', dis feels so good." Vol'jin ceased his humping, letting the girl do what she seemed to enjoy. Her free hand moved to his shaft, moving up and down it as she twisted her wrist slowly. "Damn she be good at dis..." Vol'jin thought with a soft, pleasure filled groan as he edged closer to his climax. Realizing this, Zulanji tried working her tongue on the tender underside of his cock to quicken his release. Her ploy had worked and with a strained grunt, Vol'jin began to cum. He shot load after load into her mouth faster than she could swallow and as the troll removed his cock from her, the excess cum dribbled down her chin while she coughed.

"Did I pass?" She asked, eager to end this ordeal, only to have the hope dashed by Vol'jin's next words. 

"The trial has yet begun."

The troll leader hefted Zulanji onto his shoulder with one hand and carried her to a table with maps strewn across it. Vol'jin shoved the maps off and lay the nervous girl onto the table, "Tell me, you be a virgin Zulanji?"

The question only added to her flustered demeanor as she sat up to rest her elbows on the table,

"Wh-... why should dat matter? Of course I am!"

He only grinned, positioning himself between her legs as he hiked up her long skirt,

"We will see girl." 

She shot up and tried to shove his hands away.

"What you be doin'?! Stop it!" Zulanji demanded.

Vol'jin's laugh was deep and loud as he placed his hand on the small troll girls shoulder, pushing her down against the table as he tore her skirt away and began to tease her already soaked cavern. Zulanji bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to push the large troll leader off of her, involuntarily rising her hips to meet his hand.

"See? Even for all ya fight, we both know ya want it," he chuckled as he lightly squeezed her pearl between his fingers through her tiny undergarments. A small noise of pleasure mixed with quickly fading protest soon escaped her lips. It was followed with more sounds, moans of pleasure and tiny squeals of surprise as the tall troll man progressed form merely teasing her to fucking her with one of his large troll fingers. Zulanji was writhing beneath him, hands grasping the edges of the table as she was on the verge of her first of many orgasms. Her eyes flew open as she came, wave after wave of pleasure running through her veins as her azure skin glistened with sweat. 

"I knew ya wanted it and now ya want more.." He laughed, taking his new found erection to hand and pushing the head into Zulanji's moist warm entrance. Her protests began anew only to die as he sank his meat fully into her.

"No, please no- Ahhhhhh.... Mmm.. yes...."

She clawed gently at his back as his arched form began to thrust into her, hilting himself every time, and every time it was met with a moan of ecstasy from Zulanji's lips as she looked down to see his cock rut into her, shining with her juices. The muscular troll's groans began to grow louder, more beastly as he humped her harder, the table rocking with every movement of his hips until suddenly he withdrew from the girl.

" Someting wrong, masta Vol'jin?" She asked, needing to know why her pleasure ended.

"Bend over da table, now." He said in a cold harsh voice.

Quickly she rose, almost frightened of the look in the Darkspear leader's eyes. She obliged him, bending over the table, presenting herself to him. Zulanji closed her eyes and grasped the edge on the table once more, unsure of what was going to happen. 

She felt his piercing gaze once more, this time it was settled between her legs. Vol'jin grabbed her hips and grinned deviously, his eyes and skin tinting read as he yet again began to rut into her small body. He forced his way viciously into her still wet core, thrusting faster and harder, shaking the table with his berserk thrusts into the defenseless trolless. Zulanji's cries became more of pain than pleasure as the troll atop her continued his savage assault on her tight form, his nails digging into the flesh of her hips and ass.

"AH! Oh, Loa... Ungh" She began to grunt, trying to keep herself together as Vol'jin continued to punish her cunt, causing her azure mounds to bounce more and more with each stroke. Vol'jin kept his pace, pulling all but the tip of his cock out, only to shove it all back in, over and over, frantically as his berserk state took more control over him, and groaning each time. Her mouth fell open as another climax rocked her body, the troll leader still humping her fiercely. Zulanji's cries made their way back to low, lust filled moans of ecstasy.

"Yes masta Vol'jin, it feels so good!" She panted, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. He aided her in this by removing his manhood from her body, it was met with a pleasureful sound of disappointment from the girl before him.

Vol'jin planted his hand over Zulanji's shoulder, leaning close to her ear, as he grabbed his cock once more and whispered to the troll girl. "Finally, da true test is upon ya Zulanji. Ya will fight, ya must prove dat ya truly have ta strength of will, body, and mind ta be a member of da Darkspears." Zulanji turned to look to see what her master meant, only to have her mind fill with fear as she felt the tip of his massive cock at her untouched pucker.

"NO! Anyting but dat!" She screamed as she immediately tried to get away. She managed to get a few needed inches away from the larger troll, only to have her hips seized and pulled back to a hungry cock, it's tip yet again pressed snugly against her tiny star. Her eyes filled with panic, her heart pounding in her chest, she pushed away from the table and sent the troll leader stumbling. Zulanji made for the door only to be tripped and pounced on. Vol'jin laughed darkly,

"Ya gonna have ta do betta dan dat."

He pinned her roughly, her wrists in his grasp by her head. With a shift on his knees, her legs were parted and the Darskpear leader yet again nestled the tip of his mighty rod firmly against her asshole. Tears began to fill her eyes as she could no longer think straight, she clenched her small fists and continued to struggle in vain as Vol'jin hilted his cock yet again into her petite body.

"NO-AAHHHH!" She screamed, her voice echoing through the halls of the Darkspear Hold, continuing still to try and get away from the troll leader. Giving her no quarter, he continued to rut into her newly penetrated rosebud, thrust after thrust, driving his hips flush against her taut ass, and her own hips against the floor again and again. He was growling now, sinking deeper into her as he was into his berserker rage once more.

"There is only one ting ya can do ta escape, defeat me. Rise ta da powa expected from a Darkspear troll!" He demanded, his cock driving deeply into her bowels as she grunted, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to think through the pain,

"I got ta get away, I must.." Her train of thought was shattered as Vol'jin brought his hand down upon her ass, sending a loud slap echoing through the hall. Vol'jin's balls, heavy with his eager to escape seed smacked into her ravaged cunt over and over, soon Zulanji's tears dried and her grunts became light moans of pleasure. Her thoughts moved to the thick blue cock inside her bowels as she shifted her hips upward to meet Vol'jin's thrusts. At this he already knew the outcome to her test. There was nothing else to do but finish, and so he continued to fuck the troll girls' tight asshole, reaming into it again and again, hilting himself as deep as he could with every movement. His sack soon began to shrink, his seed moving upward as he edged closer to his climax. Zulanji began to moan and writhe under Vol'jin, lust overtaking her as he continued to plow into her cavern.

"Yes...ahh Loa It feels so good.. mmm.." The trolless continued, orgasms rushing through her body, her tits bouncing in her top.

With a final growl, Vol'jin forced his cock as deep as he could into the troll girl. Her eyes flew open as she gasped, his hot cum bursting forth and coating her walls. Load after load was being shot into her and even as he began to pull out yet another load leaked from his tip and onto her snatch to roll down her thigh. 

Vol'jin rose and moved to find a rag to clean his cock with, he replaced his armor and walked back to the girls' breathless form.

"Rise Zulanji, and here my judgment..."

The small troll girl slowly tried to stand only to find her legs to wobble and give out beneath her. She looked expectantly up to the troll leader.

"Did I pass? Please tell me I passed...," she half sobbed before she looked ashamedly down to the ground.

"Ya were ta resist, ta fight me off and escape. Ya were supposed ta find da strength needed to be a Darkspear, but ya gave in to a lesser desire... and failed." Vol'jin seized the girls arm and picked her up. He called for a guard to come and bind her, then he was to take her to the barracks and let anyone who wanted to fuck her do so. Once the guards had finished with Zulanji, Vol'jin called all the village to the Hold and prepared a small escort group to take Zulanji, via boat, to the place of her exile. 

The crowd was rambunctious and eagerly awaited their leader to announce the purpose of the meeting.

A young naked troll female with dark crimson hair and bright azure skin was marched to the stairs on the Darkspear Hold. Her skin and hair were covered with patches of dried cum and her hands bound behind her back. The crowd became loud with jeers and insults towards her,

"SLUT!"

"Look at da whore!"

"Wonder if I could have a go with dat one!"

The girl soon began to cry at the insults, feeling worse and worse about herself as they raged on. Soon after the girl was brought out, Vol'jin emerged from the hold and the crowd of trolls finally fell silent.

"Dis girl here be Zulanji, and she is not fit ta be one of us. She fell prey ta lesser desires and lacked the strength ta overcome dem. It is for dis reason, dat I have marked her a slut and exile her from da Darkspear tribe."

The crowd roared it's approval over their leaders' judgment and the jests and insults began anew as Zulanji's escort marched her from the steps of the hold and through the crowd.

They instantly began groping her, pulling her hair, molesting and insulting her. She tried to hide her face and escape the humiliation as she was taken to the boat that would be the tool of her exile. Finally, she made it through her harassment and was taken aboard the medium sized boat, she was tied still naked to the mast to be further humiliated, one of her escorts began fucking her abused rump, as the boat set sail for the sands of Tanaris.



Rite of Passage



A young boy comes of age in a week of love, lust and keeping it in the family. 

***** 

Chapter 1 

Jimmy Smith's sister's legs were thrown over each of his shoulders as he thrust hard into her tight tunnel. Looking down, he could see the white froth coating his cock and the soft, downy-brown of her pubic hair. The air filled with the squishy sounds of his cock pounding her juicy wet pussy. Her small breasts flew back and forth. Her shoulder-length brown hair surrounded her sweating face. Her eyes locked on his, her mouth open with a soft mewling sound issuing from it. Her full hips thrust up rhythmically, meeting each of his downward thrusts. 

The rhythmic contractions of her vagina told him that she was close to another orgasm. He tightened his grip on her thighs and thrust harder. He could feel the mushroom head of his cock pressing against her cervix, trying to force entry. Their animalistic grunts and groans grew more strident as they reached the point of no return. As they had done so many times before, they pushed each other toward their orgasms. 

"Oh fuck...oh, fuck...oh my God, Jimmy, oh God I'm coming, I'm coming!" 

"Give it to me, Julie! Cum for me! I want to feel you squirting against me." 

"Fill me up, Jimmy! Pump my pussy full. This is your pussy and always will be. Now fill me up, goddamnit, fill me up!" 

Jimmy began the short hard strokes that presaged his orgasm. The staccato slapping of flesh on flesh echoed in the room. He could feel her pussy contracting, gripping, and pulling his juices out of him. He thrust hard once, twice, three times, four times, releasing his seed into his sister's womb. Finally, he fell forward, collapsing on top with her legs wrapped around his back. They lay like that for several moments, sharing gentle kisses and soft words of endearment. 

"Oh my Lord, I'm going to miss this!" 

Julie kept her legs wrapped tightly around her younger brother's back. She loved to hold his sperm in her as long as she could; it added to the intimacy of their lovemaking. From their preteen explorations, to their early teen mutual masturbation sessions and finally to the first penetration, they shared an empathy that caused their sex life to be almost otherworldly in its intensity. 

By a quirk of the calendar, he was 18, like his sister. They were born 10 months apart. Jimmy was one grade behind Julie because of the minimum age requirements for entering kindergarten. Julie was leaving for college while Jimmy was a senior in high school. 

She was at once elated at the prospect and saddened by it. She gently stroked his sweating back and nuzzled his ear, kissing it softly. 

"Mmmm, Thanksgiving seems so far away. And," Jimmy laughed, "this means I'm going to have to find a real girlfriend." 

As he said this, Jimmy nibbled lightly at his sister's ear lobe. He yelped as Julie brought a hand down smartly on his bare bottom. 

"Whoever you find, Buster, she had better be prepared to take a backseat to me." 

Jimmy rolled onto his back. He leaned over, taking the nipple of her small breasts into his mouth. He sucked gently on her still-hard nipple. Julie's hand caressed the back of his head, gently holding him. 

"Hopefully, she will have bigger tits." 

Julie put both of her hands on her brother's chest and vigorously pushed him off her. She then threw one full thigh over his waist and straddled him. She shook her finger in his laughing face. 

"Oh, you mean like Mom's big jugs? I've seen you ogling her when she's walking around in those tight T-shirts." 

He raised his hand and gripped her waist. He let them slide lovingly over the curve of her full ass and back up to her waist. He repeated this several times 

"Seriously, why do you think she started doing that? I mean, the past year or so she has been dressing absolutely slutty. Kind of like you!" 

Jimmy quickly brought his arms up over his face in a mock defense. Instead of trying to hit him, she reached down and lightly tickled him. As he began to squirm, she rolled off him and lay next to him, her leg thrown across his leg, her head on his shoulder with one arm across his chest. She felt his body shiver as she kissed his nipple. 

"I dress like that to tease you, silly. And I suspect that's why Mom does it." 

"Get serious! Why would Mom be dressing like that for me? I mean, she's forty years old and she's got Dad." 

"Mom is thirty-nine years old," Julie emphasized, "and she's concerned about being forty and over the hill. I heard her talking to Aunt Anna about how horny she gets and how sex with Daddy has gone downhill." 

Julie began slowly kissing her way down her brother's hairless chest. She let her tongue move wetly over his abdomen, tonguing his navel. She continued down, letting her tongue run from his navel down across his downy cum-soaked pubic thatch. She sucked gently on his sweat and cum-soaked pubic hairs. Lord, she thought I am going to miss this. She let her tongue run through the tangled mess of hair until it reached his still hard cock. She let her tongue run from the base of his cock to the tip, licking off their combined juices. 

"Hey, no fair! Turn around so I can taste you, too." 

Quickly, Julie turned, swung her leg over his head and lowered her pussy toward his face as she leaned down to engulf his cock. Her tits pressed against his stomach as she pressed her mouth down over his cock. 

Jimmy reached up and wrapped his arms around her full butt. He caressed it as he gazed at the swollen moist lips of her pussy. Eagerly, he reached out with his tongue and drew a long slow stroke through her lips, caressing them and tasting her tangy wetness. 

She groaned as she felt his tongue invade her dripping snatch. They both loved this so much. They had discovered oral before they discovered penetration. When jimmy had his first orgasm in her, he had tasted her and said it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Since that time, they always ended by licking each other clean. 

"Lick me, baby. Lick me long and hard. Clean our juices from your pussy!" 

As his cum dribbled out of Julie onto his chin, he eased his finger into her tight anus. The internet had been their sex education class. They searched it and experimented with the various things they saw there. He forced his tongue into her overflowing hole. 

Julie took her brother's cock in her mouth and slid slowly down its length, her tongue sliding around its circumference, licking up all of the precious juices. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she felt the delicious sensation of her brother finger fucking her ass while sucking her clit. She redoubled her efforts, knowing that she would come quickly from his ministrations. 

"Dear God, baby. You suck cock so well. I...I can feel me sliding down your throat!" 

Jimmy worked his finger rapidly in and of his sister's tight asshole. He knew how much she loved this and that it would put her quickly over the top. At the same time, he could feel his cock sliding effortlessly up and down her throat. 

Jimmy homed in on the hard nub of her clit; circling his tongue around it and making her squirm and buck her hips on his face. He tightened his grip on her full firm ass to hold her in place 

"Fuck fuck fuck oh shit I'm coooommmmiiinnnnggg!" 

"Sonofabitch. I'm cuuummmmminnnnggg!" 

As one, they exploded; Julie spraying her brother's face while he emptied his load down her throat and into her belly. They fell next to each other head to toe, exhausted. 

Julie swung her feet to the floor and sat up on the side of the bed. 

"Come on! Let's shower so I can get back to my room." 

Jimmy stood, wiped Julie's cum from his face with his open palms, and started toward the bathroom 

"By the way, were you serious about Mom?" 

Julie turned and kissed her brother's cum-covered face. 

"Yes, little brother, I'm serious. Mom has a serious case of the hots for you. And if you do anything about it, you had better damn well call me with all the details. Now let's get our shower." 

Jimmy watched his sister's delectable bubble butt as she walked to the shower. He followed her swaying ass. He imagined it was his mother's bare ass swaying in front of him. 

* * * 

Dinner that Sunday night seemed a little odd. There was an empty chair where Julie usually sat. Earlier that day the three of them stood in the driveway watching Julie and her girlfriend Caitlin depart in her fully loaded minivan. The two girls had an eight hour drive to campus. They promised to call during the trip and when they arrived. 

Jenny Smith wore a loose fitting cotton A-line skirt with her now trademark t-shirt. Under that, she had on her new tan sheer bra and matching panties. Her legs were bare and she was barefoot. 

Waves of emotion washed over her as her eyes moved surreptitiously from her husband to her son. More and more she was amazed at how similar they looked. Naturally, Henry was heavier, his face fuller. His gut reflected a love affair with beer for most of his 43 years. However, they shared the same dark eyes and brown hair - although, Henry's was mostly gone. 

Her son, on the other hand, was a lightly-muscled six-footer. He was still developing but she was sure that he would end up at least a 6'2", 200-pounder like his father was in his youth. She wondered if his cock was as fat as his father's was. 

Jenny was instantly ashamed. For the life of her, she could not figure why her son's body obsessed her. Her sister Anna teased her that it was the result of being married 20 years and getting ready to turn 40. She crudely called it "lack-a-nooky." 

"By the way guys," she said, "Anna will be spending a couple of days with us. She and Caleb are having a few issues and she wants to get away." 

"Issues?" Henry laughed. "The only issue they have is that she wants babies and Caleb is obsessed with his career. He ought to do less work at the office and more work in the bedroom." 

We could use a little more work in the bedroom around here, Jenny thought. 

"Henry, don't you be talking like that in front of Jimmy." 

"Aw, Jenny, the boy knows about sex. We had our talk a year ago. Didn't we, Jimmy?" 

Embarrassed, Jimmy nodded his head quickly. He recalled his father's fumbling attempts to explain sex and procreation. A topic he and his sister had educated themselves about on the Internet and then practiced on each other. Thankfully, their mother put Julie on the pill a few years back. Her rationale was "just in case." 

As they ate dinner, Jimmy was entranced by how his mother's breasts bulged outside the frame of her body. He could see the imprint of her nipples on the t-shirt. Like most boys, he sneaked a peek at her bra size and knew she was 38C. 

"Jimmy! Did you hear me?" 

"I'm sorry, Dad. I...I was thinking about Julie out there on the highway." 

"Yes, well, she'll be okay. However, I want you to go out and clean the pool. The leaves are falling off the trees and I don't want the filter to plug up again." 

Jenny mentally shook herself. She was aware that her son was distracted because he was staring at her breasts. She knew he was watching and she had enjoyed his attention. Maybe I need to see a doctor, she thought. I am not sure what the hell is going on with me. 

* * * 

Anna and her sister sat at the kitchen table sharing a bottle of wine. In the adjacent family room, Jimmy and his father watched Sports Center after Monday Night Football. It was after midnight when the boys said goodnight to Jenny and Anna. The women waved airily and went back to their conversation. Their florid, sweaty faces and eyes at half-mast attested to the number of glasses of wine they had drunk. 

In his bedroom, Jimmy stripped to his boxers. Just before crawling into bed, he unlocked the connecting door to the bathroom. He and his sister routinely left these doors unlocked. Just as they routinely locked their bedroom doors. All hell would have broken loose if Mom or Dad caught them playing. However, with his aunt staying, he made sure the bedroom door was also unlocked. 

Jimmy woke to someone pulling the sheet back and crawling into bed with him. At first, he thought it was Julie. As he crawled from the depths of sleep, he reached over. His hand touched not Julie's delectable ass but his aunt's big sweaty butt. He bolted upright, confused. He reached over and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. 

"Aunty Anna! You're in the wrong bed." 

She mumbled something incoherent, rolled to a sitting position and tried to stand up. She stood weaving for a moment and then fell back crossways onto the bed. Her knee-length cotton nighty flew up and landed across her abdomen. 

In the low light cast by the lamp, he could see his aunt's hairy pussy. Her pubic hair extended in a vee up her belly to just below her navel. It was a lighter brown than her hair. Her gleaming, prominent pussy lips were spread like butterfly wings. 

Her belly was surprisingly trim, with only a small pooch. In many ways, she was a slighter smaller version of his mother but with bigger tits. They both had the same soft brown hair and dark eyes. Anna was a slightly shorter and thinner than his mom's 5'6", 190 pounds. 

The sight of all this naked female flesh had his cock rigidly pointing at the ceiling. He could feel pre-cum running down the underside and over his balls. 

"Aunty, I'm going to pull you to your feet and then help you into the other bedroom, okay?" 

He put one knee on the bed and grabbed Anna's arm. He pulled hard and got her to a sitting position. She slumped forward, her breasts hanging loosely from her chest. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body. Her mouth hung open and her head lolled from side to side. 

"Just let me sleep here, Jimmy. I'm too drunk to get up." 

Low alcohol tolerance must run in Mom's family, he thought. He knew when Mom and Dad went out that Dad sometimes had to carry her to their room. 

He decided to sleep in his sister's room and let Aunty have his room. As he turned toward his sister's room, Aunty gagged. 

"I think I'm going to be sick." 

Anna tried to stand and fell to all fours. Jimmy saw her back undulate in a dry heave. He quickly wrapped his arms around her waist. It was a major effort but he managed to get her to her feet. It was not lost on him that his hands were now crossed under her ample breasts. In addition, his leaking cock painted her lower back with his secretions. She was like a rag doll. That is, if a rag doll was 5'4" and 170 pounds. Her breasts were warm and heavy on the back of his arms and hands. 

"Hold on, Aunty. You can't make a mess on the bedroom floor. Let me help you to the bathroom." 

He began to duck-walk her to the bathroom. Inevitably, he could feel her large breasts sliding back and forth on his arms and hands. His rigid cock poked her in the ass. Anna giggled. 

"What is that you're poking me with?" She reached back with one hand and grabbed his cock. Instinctively, he pulled back, pushing her away. She fell forward on her hands and knees. She finished the trip to the bathroom crawling. Her gown slid up around her waist. Jimmy could see her succulent pussy framed by her full thighs. 

Jimmy was transfixed. He slowly stroked his aching cock as he stared at the gleaming slit of his aunt's pussy. Between the wings of the butterfly, he could see a hint of pink. 

The room filled with the acrid smell of vomit. Disgusted, he retrieved a towel from the linen closet and wet it in the face bowl. As he turned back toward her, Aunty had assumed the position that he saw his mom in many times after her women's club meetings. She was hugging the toilet, her cheek on the bowl with the wall behind the toilet partially supporting her. 

Puke stained the front of her nightgown. At this point, Jimmy prepared to bail. It was one thing to get free feels on his inebriated aunt, however, it was quite another to have to clean up her vomit. 

"Aunty Anna, I'm going to wake up Mom and Dad to help you." 

"No...no! Your dad would bitch. I can manage." 

He watched as his aunt struggled to all fours. From this position, she tried to remove her nightgown. He sighed, realizing that cleaning her up and getting her to bed was up to him. 

"Aunty, you got to take off that soiled nightgown and take a shower." 

"Jimmy, please help me. I'm too drunk to do it alone." 

Anna managed to get to her knees and then sat back on her heels. She struggled to pull the nightgown over her head. She managed to get both arms out but could not pull the gown over her head. Spent, she fell forward on her hands. 

The acrid odor of her vomit assaulted his nostrils. However, his cock was rigidly hard as he watched her large breasts sway invitingly. He mentally shook his head to clear it and then stepped to the shower stall. 

He pulled the shower curtain back and turned on the water. Aunty was still on her hands and knees, the nightgown hanging loosely from her neck. Bleary-eyed, she stared at his crotch. 

"You've grown a lot since I used to change your diapers," she slurred. 

Aunty licked her lips and grinned. He was not sure what that meant, but he knew he had to get her in the shower. Gingerly, he pulled the filthy nightgown over her head and tossed it to the bathroom floor. Then he squatted in front of her and looped his arms under hers. He pulled her to a kneeling position, her cheek resting on his abdomen. Jimmy was winded. He paused to catch his breath and reposition his arms. That is when Anna grabbed his cock and licked it. 

The shock went through his body. He looked down into the leering, sweating face of his aunt as she licked the pre-cum from the head of his cock. He knew he should push her away. He wanted to, however, her tongue sliding around the crown of his cock felt incredible. He stood there while she took his cock in her mouth. He learned that night there is a big difference between eager horny amateurs and a grown woman with experience. 

Aunty's mouth slid up and down his cock, taking it a bit deeper each time. Despite being drunk, her tempo was soft and sensual, as though she were making love to his cock with her mouth. Her mouth slid up and down with long smooth gliding motions, smacking her lips and sucking wetly, swirling her tongue about the head each time she pulled up, and massaging his shaft with it every time she went down. Her saliva ran wetly down his balls. With each plunge of her sweet, sucking mouth, she took more and more of his cock, eventually opening her throat and letting it slide in. 

Unable to hold back, he erupted in his aunt's mouth. His sister always teased him about how much he came. This time it was as if a string was pulled from his balls through his cock. He felt every excruciating inch of that string as he emptied his ball sac into Anna's mouth. His aunt began coughing and gagging. She pulled back. Still he came, spewing his hot love juice like a volcanic eruption. When he finished, a white frothy mess covered his aunt's face, neck and the tops of her tits. 

Breathing heavily, he reached out with one arm and balanced himself against the wall. Anna slumped back, sitting back on her heels. She made a loose uncoordinated attempt to wipe his sperm from her face. When she cleared her eyes, she looked at her hands, looked around for something to wipe them on, and then casually licked her hands clean. 

"Wow," she mumbled, "that was a lot!" 

He watched as her tongue flicked out lasciviously, ran around her lips cleaning cum from her mouth. 

"Oh God, Aunty, "I am so sorry!" 

Anna's head was beginning to clear. 

"Jimmy, just help me into the shower. You must never, never, never tell anyone about this! Do you understand?" 

Diffidently he nodded. Aunty laughed a little and shook her head. 

"Lord," she said, "what have I done?" 




Rite of Passage



* * * 

Anna was more sober after sucking off her nephew. Nevertheless, she still needed help to stand. He guided her into the steaming water. In the process, his boxers got wet. 

She slumped against the wall of the shower. She did not go to her knees, but she was having difficulty standing. Jimmy's still-hard cock throbbed as he watched the water stream through the deep valley between his aunt's mountainous breasts. It ran through the thicket of her pubic hair and streamed through slit of her labia. 

"Aunty, you need to soap up some." 

"I can't, Jimmy, just leave me here." 

Jimmy realized he was going to have to help her. He slipped off his boxers and stepped into the shower stall with her. He took the sponge and soaped her front. His hand moved slowly across the open area just above her breasts. Gathering courage, he lifted one large tit and washed it on both sides and underneath. He repeated that procedure with the other, but this time he used his free hand to pull gently on her huge nipple. 

Anna watched her nephew through slitted eyes. Somewhere within her a voice screamed at the impropriety of what she was allowing her nephew to do. She moaned softly as he pulled hard on her nipple. Languidly, she reached out with one hand and grabbed his cock. Her fingers could not meet around the circumference. 

Jimmy's cock had never softened, but now it was harder than ever. He ran the sponge across her full, lush body. Slowly, he washed down to her pubic thatch. A part of him noted that her pussy hair was darker and thicker than Julie's. His hands slid down and began washing the creases on either side of her vulva where they met her thighs. He heard her gasp as he washed across her swollen pussy lips, the sponge touching her thick, protruding clit. 

Anna grabbed her nephew's hand holding it tightly against her needy pussy. Frantically, she humped his hand on the sponge. 

"Dear God, you're still hard!" 

The warning voice, fainter now, screamed at Anna to stop. He was 18; she was 38 and should know better. However, need and alcohol overcame common sense. She turned and placed both her hands against the shower wall. She could feel the water cascading down her back and sliding between the cheeks of her ass. 

Jimmy knew what she wanted and he was scared to death. He had never fucked a grown woman. 

"Aunty, maybe we should get out and dry off." 

Anna reached back, grabbed his cock and guided it to her entrance. That other voice screamed again for her to stop. 

"First, you are going to fuck me. You're going to do what my husband hasn't done in months, give me a good fuck!" 

Anna pushed back and felt his fat youthful cock slide into her aching cunt. She gasped as he stretched and filled her. She could feel the head of his cock sliding through her pussy. The feeling was incredible. She began thrusting back against his thick youthful meat. 

With the hot water streaming over their bodies, Jimmy began pumping hard and fast in and out of his Aunt Anna's pussy. 

"Slow down, Jimmy, slow down. It'll make it better for me, and you'll last longer." 

She reached back, placed her palm against his belly, and pressed lightly. He stopped, unsure of what to do. He could feel her pussy contracting around his cock. 

"Now, baby, long deep strokes!" 

He slowed down, pulling his cock out until the lips of her pussy just covered the head. Then he slowly drove in, feeling her outstretched hand controlling how hard he went. He began to understand what she wanted. He gripped her hips and began a slow in and out. This was new for him. Nevertheless, it felt incredible. 

"Like this, Aunty?" 

"Yes," she groaned, "fuck me deep and slow!" 

He groaned, too, as his penis moved slowly through this tunnel of warm, wet velvet. Velvet that contracted, squeezing him and drawing him in even deeper. She was not as tight as Julie was, but her pussy felt as though it was caressing his cock. 

"Do it, Jimmy! Do it to me!...Do what my husband won't do, darling! Fuck me! Oh God, yes, baby, fuck me!" 

Still hardly able to believe what was happening, Jimmy let his body do what came natural. He fucked her with long, deep strokes, every stroke bringing a gasp of pleasure from her mouth. 

Anna began moving faster, slamming back against him. Jimmy realized that leaning against the shower wall was a woman, a grown woman who writhed with pleasure as he fucked her. A woman who urged him on with whispered obscenities. 

"Fuck me hard, Jimmy!" Anna clawed savagely at the shower wall as she thrust her hips back. Anna was a woman who wanted to be fucked, needed to be fucked, lived to be fucked! Fleetingly, the dangers of unprotected sex with a potent teenager crossed her mind. She tried to remember where she was in her cycle and could not. 

"You're fucking me good, Jimmy! Your cock feels so good inside me! Fuck me! Fuck my brains out, Jimmy! Make me scream!" 

Jimmy's lips pulled back, exposing his even, white teeth, snarling as he fucked his aunt hard. His hand flew up and whacked her hard across her full ass. Anna screamed and thrust back hard. She was bent almost double with her hands pressed against the wall. Her head hung down with her wet hair covering her face. 

"I'm going to cum, Jimmy," she hissed. "Tell me what you're doing to me, tell me, Jimmy!" 

"I'm fucking you Aunty. My cock is buried in your steaming hot cunt!" 

"Do you like Aunty's pussy, Jimmy? Does it feel good to you?" 

Recalling how much Julie enjoyed it, Jimmy again brought his hand down sharply on his aunt's ass. Her yelp and hard thrust back told him she liked it. 

"I love your pussy, Aunty Anna! It feels so fucking good!" 

Aunty screamed and thrust her butt back hard against him. He felt her pussy contract, gripping his cock like a vice. He could feel her pussy massaging his dick bringing him to his orgasm. He pumped hard, exploding deep in her birth canal. 

"Fill me up...give me all that good juice! Oh, fuck! I can feel it. I could feel you splashing against my cervix. Oh dear God! So good...so good!" 

They stood there for a moment, exhausted, the water streaming over them. Anna's auburn hair hung wet and limp around her shoulders. Her back undulated softly as she came down. 

Jimmy slowly slid his still semi-rigid cock out of his aunt's pussy. He turned off the water and slumped against the wall. 

"Are you okay, Aunty?" 

"Jimmy, I am more okay than I have been in months!" 

Anna turned and stared at her nephew intently for a few moments. Then her eyes widened slightly as her gaze trailed down to his semi-rigid cock. She shook her head in wonder. 

"Dry yourself off and go to bed. I think I can handle it from here. But remember, you must tell no one!" 

Later in bed, Jimmy slowly stroked is cock. "I fucked my aunt, a grown woman, and she liked it." He could hardly wait to call Julie and tell her. 

Chapter 2 

Jimmy woke to the smell of brewing coffee and frying bacon. He could hear his parents and aunt chattering downstairs. He grabbed a robe and began the slow descent to the kitchen. He was not sure how his aunt would react in the cold light of day. Last night she had been drinking. She might believe that he took advantage of her. In a way, he guessed he had. He was ashamed of himself and prepared to face the music. 

Anna had on a below the knee cotton robe that belted at the waist. Her hair hung in loose auburn curls around her shoulders. In the bright morning sunlight, He could see the faint streaks of gray amidst the brown. There were crows' feet at the corners of her dark eyes and the beginning of deep laugh lines around her mouth, the same mouth that sucked his cock last night. 

His mother wore a semi sheer peignoir. It was beige and translucent in the bright sunlight. It stopped just above the knee while the robe continued down for another inch or so. The effect was, as she moved around in the bright sunlight of the kitchen, that he could see the outline of her heavy breasts moving beneath the robe. He noticed that over the past few months that mom's nightwear became more provocative. She used to wear long cotton gowns with matching robes that dropped below the knee. 

Light teasing at having slept so late greeted him. His aunt gave him a long hard stare. A slight smirk played across her lips. His stomach did somersaults until he realized that the hammer was not coming down. 

"Jimmy, his father said, I have a list of chores that you need to work on this last week before school starts. You can start by mowing the grass." 

Jimmy groaned as he thought about a morning spent in the hot late summer sun. He had plans to hook up with some friends for little B-ball. Mowing that half-acre lot would take most of the day. 

After breakfast, he went to his room and changed into some Jersey shorts and a T-shirt. He slipped on some old sneakers, preparing for a day of hard drudgery. 

Aunt Anna cornered him in his room. She told him she remembered just enough to know what the two of them did. She mildly chastised him for taking advantage of her while she was drunk but accepted responsibility for her condition. She went on to say it would have to be their secret. 

After dad left for work, Jimmy's mother and aunt decided to go shopping. He was busy mowing the lawn when they both appeared on the patio. 

In keeping with what seemed to be a trend for his mom lately, she was dressed in tight white cotton shorts that hit her mid thigh. Her tight matching white T-shirt accentuated her breasts and draped itself seductively over the top of her full butt. As usual, her nipples were hard. They pushed saucily against the white T-shirt. Her coral lipstick and light beige eye shadow complimented her tanned skin. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. 

His Aunt Anna was just a trifle less sexy but no less seductive. Her skintight jeans reveal the faintest hint of a camel toe. Her white halter-top stopped just above her navel, leaving her soft belly exposed from the top of her pants to the bottom of the halter-top. She wore her hair loose, falling in soft curls across her shoulders. 

"Okay Jimmy, we are leaving. Back in a few hours." He watched his mother's breast jiggle as she waved. 

As he waved back, he could see aunty smirk as she watched him leer at his mom's breasts. 

After spending the morning mowing grass, Jimmy showered and changed into some old sweat pants and an equally old t-shirt. His mom was on him to throw them out. However, the loose fit was comfortable and good enough for around the house. 

He fired up his video game and lost track of time as he struggled against the ubiquitous assassins. The sound of the garage door opening startled him. He glanced at the clock and realized he had played for nearly three hours. 

The sound of the two women happily chattering meant that they had a good day shopping. He heard the clatter of flip-flops climbing the stairs as his mother and aunt made their way upstairs 

Jenny peeked into her son's room. Her face was flushed with excitement. She loved to shop. This trip she had bought sexy lingerie at Victoria's Secret. She loved the silky feel, the wanton sexiness of the store's lingerie. In her hands, she held several bags. 

She caught her breath as she saw the lump that was his manhood outlined by his sweat pants. She had told him to throw those ratty, much too revealing, things out. 

Jimmy glanced from the bags to her breasts. Her perpetually hard nipples thrust against her T-shirt like erasers on a #2 pencil. They jiggled disturbingly as she excitedly related the shopping adventure. However, that was mom. Any kind of excitement and her nipples get hard. He heard dad tease her on occasion about being one big erogenous zone. 

"Have you been inside all day playing video games, Jenny asked? You should be out having fun." 

"I mowed the grass, mom, like dad said. That took most of the morning." 

"Aw Jenny, leave the boy alone." 

Anna gave him a clandestine wink over his mom's shoulder. 

"Well, I'm going to take a nap before starting dinner. What are you going to do, Anna?" 

"Well, if it's okay with Jimmy, I think I'll let him teach me how to play his video game." 

"Uh, sure aunty." 

Jenny turned and squeezed by Anna on her way to her room. For a moment, the soft roll of her ass captivated him. His mom had the best ass ever. Aunt Anna cleared her throat. She winked and smacked his mother's ass as she moved into the hallway. 

"Anna! You stop that." 

Jimmy watched entranced as his mom's face colored deeply. 

"Really! You told me you like that." 

"Anna, you are impossible. Stop talking like that in front of my son." 

Jenny continued down the short hall and entered her bedroom. 

"How many times have you wanted to do that, Jimmy?" 

"Uh, what, Aunt Anna?" 

"You know what I mean. I've only been here a day and I have caught you several times staring at your mother's butt." 

He blushed furiously as she laughed and kind of waved him off. 

"I'll take a shower and be right back." 

Anna turned as she approached the bathroom door. She reached behind her neck and untied the halter-top. She held it in place with one hand. 

"She really likes that," Anna said with a knowing smile. 

"Ummm, likes what, Aunty?" 

Jimmy's cock was uncomfortably hard. Most of Aunt Anna's breasts were exposed. He knew what they looked like. He came all over them last night. Nevertheless, it still was arousing to see her standing there like that. 

"Jen likes being spanked." 

Anna turned and exposed her bare back to her nephew as she drop the halter top and walked into the bathroom. She reached back and pushed the door. It swung partially closed. 

I need to stop teasing him, Anna mused as she unzipped and wiggled out of the jeans. She dropped them on the bed. As she stepped out of her blue thong, she noted that the crotch was moist. She held it to her nose and inhaled deeply. 

Lord, the boy is barely legal and I have the hots for him. Anna walked nude into the bathroom. As she turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, she glanced at the partially open door. Let him get a peak, she thought impishly. He has seen it all anyway. 

Jimmy tried to continue playing the video games. The sound of the shower and the sight of the whiffs of steam wafting out of the partially closed door distract him. Images of Aunt Anna laying against the shower wall with his cock plowing her pussy kept popping up in his mind. His cock was rigid as he recalled the milking action of his aunt's pussy. It pushed up until the head was poking out of the loose elastic of the sweat pants. 

"Jimmy! Earth to Jimmy!" 

Jimmy jumped as he realized his aunt was calling him. She was standing just outside the bathroom door. She had on a blue knee length Terry cloth robe. It was tightly knotted around her waist. She was barefoot with a large white towel wrapped around her wet hair like a turban. As she moved toward him, he could smell her clean fresh aroma. Faint whiffs of lavender scent proceeded her as she walked to his bed. 

"Sorry aunty. I was engrossed in my game." 

Anna eyed the significant bulge in her nephew's sweat pants. She could just make out the head of his cock tried to push out of his waistband. Unconsciously she licked her lips. Careful girl, she thought. Do not let what was an unexpected treat become a habit. 

"Never mind! Scoot over and show me how this works." 

Last month, for his 18th birthday, his parents gave him a 42-inch flat screen. They had it mounted on the wall just opposite his bed. He could lay in is bed and play video games. Anna sat down next to him and then bumped his hips with her butt to make him move over. The bed was standard size and barely big enough for one. Anna and Jimmy sat thigh to thigh. Having her that close caused his stiff cock to leak even more pre-cum. 

Anna glanced down, smiled and patted his bulge. 

"Down Tiger! The only game we are going to play is video games... This time." 

For the next half hour, aunty and Jimmy played video games. She was lousy at it but enthusiastic. There was much laughing, giggling and casual touching. 

Anna would slap his shoulder and whoop with joy when he avoided a particularly difficult trap. Her hands griped his thigh in excitement as he successfully sprinted through the castle runs, avoiding the assassins. 

Once, when he was close to hitting the 10th level, Anna tickled him to distract him. Without thinking, he treated her as he treated his sister. He rolled on top of her and trapped both her hands above her head. Laughing, she struggled trying to free herself, her legs kicking beneath him. He wound his legs around hers, thoroughly pinning her. 

"Let me up! No fair you bigger than me." 

"I won't let you up until you promise to stop tickling me." 

Anna twisted and turned, trying to break free. In the process, her robe came undone. She was acutely aware that she was virtually naked under her nephew. As she playfully struggled to free herself, she felt his cock slide across her abdomen. 

The eroticism of their play was not lost on her. She knew she should stop him. Anna pushed up with her hips trying to throw Jimmy off her. Their struggles caused his sweat pants to slide down. His cock was free of the sweat pants and trapped between their sweating bodies. 

Anna could feel the lava like heat of his juices painting her belly as they struggled. It added to the eroticism of the moment. Her pussy felt wet and gooey. Her breath was coming in short gasps. She moaned as Jimmy slid down and the length of his cock sawed up and down between her swollen labia. 

Jimmy played this game with his sister before. He knew that their roughhousing usually ended in sex. He could feel his cock sliding through the lips of his aunt's pussy. The aroma of her arousal competed with the fragrance of her lavender soap. Still she struggled. The expression on her face was less playful. Her tongue snaked out and moistened her lips. 

Jimmy pulled his hips back. As his aunt thrust up and then fell back, he followed her down. His cock slid easily into her dripping wet hole. 

Helpless, still held tightly by Jimmy, Anna managed to thrust her hips up. She felt him sink deep into her needy hole. 

"Oh fuck Jimmy! God, do you know how good that feels?" 

"Tell me that aunty. Tell me how it feels." 

Jimmy tightened his grip on his aunt's wrists trapped above her head. He kept His legs wound tightly around hers. It restricted his movements but gave him a sense of control he had never felt. 

"I...I feel so helpless. I feel like a captive in some story out of the Arabian nights. Wanting what was going to happen yet fearing it. Knowing I was helpless to stop whatever happened." 

Anna had a submissive side. Years ago, her husband and she experimented with light bondage. She was a strong willed woman. However, the helplessness she felt back then enhanced their sex life. That is, until her husband was caught up chasing career advancement. 

"Ummm, I like that feeling of being controlled...of being forced to be...to be a slut. The only rule is to do what I'm told." 

Although Jimmy and his sister played this game, they had never progressed to the level Aunt Anna suggested. He decided to go with the flow. 

"Are...are you my slut?" 

Anna relished the sensations of his youthful tool filling her mature hole. He may have lacked experience. However, he was making up for it with stamina and a willingness to please her. 

"Go slow baby. Go slow. There's a spot just inside my pussy... at the top. Each time... Oh fuck! You slide back and forth in my pussy... Oh Jesus! I can feel you all through me... the head of your cock hits that spot. It sends little chills and thrills through my body." 

Jimmy raised his hips until just the tip of his cock was in Anna's pussy. He stroked slowly, letting the head of his cock rub across his aunt's G spot. 




Rite of Passage



"Is that the spot aunty?" 

"YYEEEESSSSSS!! Sweet Jesus that feels good." 

A tremor shook Anna's body as a mini orgasm overtook her. Being restrained restricted her movements but added to the eroticism. At 38 years old, she was submissive to her 18-year-old nephew. Somehow, it seemed natural and oh so kinky. 

A stray thought caused a lustful tremor to shake her body. He is young enough to be my son. This could be my baby fucking his mother. My son in my pussy. Dear god that would be so hot! 

Jimmy continued pulling his cock out until just the head was inside her swollen lips of his aunt's labia. Then equally slowly, he would slide all the way in until he felt the head of his cock hit her cervix. 

"Aunty, your pussy feels amazing. I can feel it squeezing my dick." 

"Can you baby? Does it feel good?" 

"Fuck yeah, aunty! It feels like I am in a wet velvet tunnel that kind of pulls and squeezes." 

Anna felt Jimmy released her legs and arms. She wrapped her legs around his back and arms around his neck. She began thrusting up harder, feeling an earth shaking orgasm coming. 

Jimmy could feel the spasming of his aunt's pussy increase, getting harder and tighter. He had to push hard to get his cock through her pussy. He felt that boiling in his balls that told him he was about to cum. He began to thrust faster using short hard strokes. 

Anna felt the short hard strokes of her nephew and knew he was close to cumming. They were going to cum together. Her lips pulled back across her teeth in a primal snarl as she redoubled her efforts thrusting harder. She became an animal in a breeding frenzy. This could be my son, she thought. My son filling his mother's pussy with his sperm. 

"Oh my God aunty! I'm cummmminnng!! I'm cummmmiinnggggg!" 

"Oh shit... Shit...! I'm Cumming with you I'm coming with you! FFFUUUUUUCCCKKK!!" 

The two lovers became the beast with two backs, grinding their bodies into each other. Jimmy contributed and Anna accepted his life giving seed. For Anna, the room blurred. She could feel powerful spurts of her nephew's ejaculate bathing her womb. 

As they came down, their bodies intertwined, Anna's vision cleared and she looked into the lust filled eyes of her sister peeking around the door. That tears it she thought. She heard the floor in the hall creak as Jenny tiptoed back to her room. 

Then Jimmy's mouth found hers and she was lost in the sensuality of their kissing. Their tongues dueled and played in each other's mouth. A corner of her mind realize that Jimmy will still hard and beginning to thrust into her again. She smiled wryly to herself. The upside of having sex with a virile 18-year-old was that he could fuck all day and never get soft. The downside of having sex with a virile 18-year-old was he could fuck all day and never get soft. I am going to be so sore, she thought wryly. 

""Jimmy, have you ever done anal?" 

Jimmy hesitated. He and Julie did anal many times. Julie confided that there were times she preferred it. 

"No aunty, he lied, no I haven't." 

* * * 

Aunty gave her nephew a long hard look. It crossed her mind that this 18-year-old seem to be more proficient in sex than one might think. The only real thing she had told him was to slow down when he fucked her. However, she knew some women, like her sister Jenny, liked it hard and fast. She shook her head and turned toward the dresser to get the baby oil. She knew good sex took practice. Where would a 18-year-old find the time and the willing female to practice? 

"First it takes lube! Lots and lots of lube!" 

Anna beckoned for her nephew as she walked into her bedroom. She retrieved the lube she used for her vibrator from her suitcase. 

"I want you to take this baby oil and squirt it on my anus. Then use your finger to work in it. Okay?" 

"Yes, aunty." 

Jimmy and Julie had spent hours on the Internet researching anal sex. They spent many pleasurable hours engaged in it. Jamie knew what to do but he knew it was important to keep Julie and his secret. 

Anna handed the baby oil to her nephew. She walked over to the bed and got on all fours with her ass pointing toward her nephew. 

"Pulled my ass cheeks apart and squeeze the oil right in my anus. Okay? Think you can do that?" 

"Yes ma'am. I think I can." 

Jimmy crawled into his aunt's bed with his knees between her legs. He used one hand to pull one of his aunt's ass cheeks aside. He aimed the bottle at her winking starfish and squirted. The clear oily liquid splashed against Anna's anus and slowly ran down her crack. 

"Oooooo! That feels so fucking good. Now take your finger and working it in." 

She felt Jimmy place his finger against her anus. As she felt his finger press against her anus, she pushed out to allow his finger in. Unbeknownst to her, her Internet educated nephew knew an Internet anal technique with which Anna was unfamiliar. As she pushed out, he pushed his thumb in and turned it slowly in the gap between the first and second ring. 

"How does that feel, aunty?" 

The nerve endings in Anna's anus tingled sending a pleasurable sensation throughout her body. 

"Fuck! Oh shit, Jimmy! Where the hell did you learn that?" 

"Learn what, aunty?" innocence dripped from Jimmy's voice. 

Jimmy squirted more lube on his thumb where it entered his aunt's ass. As he did, he spread his fingers across his aunt's warm moist ass. Then as he twisted his thumb in her anus, his fingers stroked her ass. He could hear his aunt's grunts and groans of pleasure. He knew she was losing herself in the sensations of anal sex. 

Jimmy let his hand slide around his aunt's ass until his index finger was at her pussy. Then he began a rocking motion with his hand, simultaneously finger fucking her ass with his thumb while fucking her pussy with his index finger. 

The sensations overwhelmed her. Anna scream split the air as her body reacted. She came hard, squirting a stream onto the coverlet. She fell to her belly too weak to hold her body up. She humped the mattress as her nephew continued simultaneously finger fuck her pussy and ass. 

"Oh my God! Oh my fucking God! What are you doing to me?" 

"Beg me to fuck your ass, aunty. Beg me!" 

A part of her realized that her nephew was asking for total surrender. A role reversal was happening. She was no longer the teacher, the dominant; she was the student, the submissive. 

"Please, please Jimmy! Fuck my ass! Please fuck my ass! I want that beautiful cock buried in my anus. I want to fill your cock fill my bowels. Please Jimmy please!" 

Jimmy smiled to himself as he eased his fingers out of his aunt's holes. He watched her anus pulse, waiting to accept his cock. Between his aunt's spread legs, he could see the large wet spot on the coverlet. Her pussy was almost continuously oozing a clear whitish cream. He slid forward on his knees. He lay his cock in the well lubed crack of her luscious butt. Using both hands, he pulled her cheeks apart. His cock slid up and down several times; teasing her, letting her feel the head of his tool sliding across her aching anus, touch her swollen pussy lips. Then back up again. 

"You bastard! Stop fucking teasing me. You know I want it. Please Jimmy please!" 

Jimmy positioned the head of his cock at his aunt's anus. He pressed slowly in, meeting the initial resistance of the first ring. 

The sensations of Jimmy sliding effortlessly into her ass overwhelmed Anna. She was making noises she did not even know existed and the whole thing was blowing her mind. All of the sensations were making her feel so vulnerable. The way he was fucking her ass was so incredibly hot, so primal. Her nephew, her 18-year-old nephew, was fucking her ass and oh, my god she never wanted it so badly! 

Jimmy maintain a slow but persistent rhythm. He and Julie practiced this a lot and they both decided that this was the best way for anal sex. Not a hard pounding, not at first, but a slow constant pumping action. His lips pulled back across his teeth, snarling. Aunty was tighter than Julie was but she loved his tool in her ass as much is her niece did. 

"Talk to me, aunty! Tell me how it feels" 

"It feels so dirty and so hideously kinky! Fuck baby, just a little faster please. I was built for this, to be fucked. You are my nephew and you are fucking my ass. That dual taboo makes me feel so slutty, so bad. Harder, Jimmy, harder! Fuck my ass harder. I feel like an animal. No nuances, no complexities, just a bitch in heat. I'm an incestuous slut with my nephew's cock pleasuring my ass!" 

Jimmy leaned down and kissed her sweating back. He moved up and kissed her just behind the ear. He balanced himself on one hand and used his left hand to reach around and grab her breast. He squeezed it hard. Anna groaned loudly and thrust back hard against his cock. 

"I'm going to come, aunty. I'm going to come and fill your bowels with my seed. Tell me you want that." 

"Yes Jimmy! I want it. I want it bad. I want to feel your sperm splashing against my intestines." 

Jimmy wrapped his arm around his aunt's chest cupped her other breast and squeezed her nipple. He could feel the boiling in his balls that presaged his orgasm. He raised up on his knees. He used both hands to get a firm grip on his aunt's ass. Each time he thrust forward he pulled her ass back because his cock. 

"After I come in your ass, aunty, I want you to lick my cock clean." 

"No Jimmy, please no! Don't make me do that." 

Struggling to hold back his cum, Jimmy brought his hand up and then brought it down firmly on Anna's sweating thrusting ass. 

"Say you'll do it, aunty! Say it!" 

"Oh God no! Oh please no! Don't make me do that!" 

Jimmy could hold back no longer. He began the short hard strokes, spraying his potent seed into the depths of his aunt's bowels. 

"I'm Cummmminnnnggg! I'm cummmming. Oh shit! Oh my fucking god!" 

Anna's back undulated as she accepted her nephew's seed into this most intimate of orifices. Her orgasms had been continuous, like waves on the ocean rising and falling. However, when he started cumming, filling her, she screamed at the top of her voice. 

Jamie rolled over on his back, exhausted. Sweat poured off his body. His eyes were closed as he tried to recover. She felt his aunt sit up in bed. She gently kissed his sweating face. Then she kissed his chest. Followed by his navel. Then, hesitantly, she took his cock in her mouth. At first, she just held it. Then she began the familiar sliding up and down as she cleaned his cock. When she finished, she cuddled next to him, her head on his shoulder arm thrown across his chest. 

"Jimmy, I'm your slut. Do you know what that means?" 

"Uh, no Aunty!" 

"I will do anything you want whenever you want. Do you understand?" 

"I think so, Aunty. Does that mean you will help me fuck mom?" 

Anna languidly ran her hand over his hairless chest. Then she raised up and kissed him lightly on the lips. 

"Yes baby. I will help you fuck Jenny." 

Chapter 3 

Later that afternoon, Jimmy was laying by the pool reading. The sliding patio door leading to the family room was just off to his left. To his right was the kitchen door with windows overlooking the pool. He could hear voices in the kitchen. He sat up on the side of the lounger. The voices were his mother and Aunt Anna. He rose and crept along wall to the kitchen window. 

"You just cannot fuck my son. You just cannot." 

"Why Jenny? Because you want to and are afraid?" 

"That is outrageous, Anna!" 

"Jenny, I have watched you. You are dressing like a slut. And we both know that's not for your husband." 

Jimmy leaned in just enough so he could see them. They stood side-by-side with their backs to the sink. 

"Jenny, your son is an amazing fuck! He had me feeling like a teenager again. He has stamina and a big cock. He fucked me until I could fuck no more. And he was still hard!" 

Jenny's voice began to tremble. She reached up and rested her hand on Anna's shoulder. 

"Anna... I don't know what's going on with me. I want him! But I must not...I must not!" 

Jimmy watched as Anna turned and embraced his mom. She took her face in her hands and kissed her long and hard on her lips. For a moment, Jenny just stood there with her arms at her side. Then her arms moved up. One arm stopped and affectionately cradled Aunt Anna's ass, squeezing it gently. The other moved between them and caressed Anna's breast. Jimmy's breath caught in his throat at this unexpected intimacy. 

"We are weird pair, aren't we Anna?" 

"It's okay Jenny. It's okay! It has been a long time since we were girls and played with each other. I don't know what came over me with Jimmy. The first time I will blame the wine. This afternoon it was just pure lust." 

Jenny sniffled. She reached in her pocket, retrieved a tissue and wiped her nose. A smile creased her face. 

"You and Jimmy looked incredibly hot. When he came, it went on forever." 

"Your son has an amazing cock. It has a nice size. And it doesn't hurt and it stays hard." 

He watched as Aunt Anna gingerly rubbed herself. 

"My butt and pussy still hurt. While he was fucking first my pussy and then my ass, he kept spanking my butt. I just could not stop coming, Anna laughed. " 

"Dear God, you know how much I love that. Do you remember when you used to spank me until I came?" 

Anna step back, pulling Jenny away from the sink. She turned Jenny until she was facing the sink. She wrapped one arm around Jenny's waist. Then she brought the other down sharply on her ass. 

"You mean like that?" 

Jenny's head dropped between her shoulders. She grasped the sink for balance. 

"Dear God, Anna, stop that! Jimmy is just upstairs." 

In quick succession, Anna slapped Jenny's ass with first her right then her left hand. Jenny whimpered as her knuckles whitened in their death grip on the sink. Her large ass rotated in circles. 

"Not until you do what we both know you want to do." 

"Oh God Anna! Not that! Not here. Jimmy might see us." 

Anna grasped her sister's shoulders and turned her so she faced her. 

"You know you want to do it." 

Anna backed slowly toward the kitchen table, pulling Jenny with her. When her butt touched the table, she began pushing down on her sister's shoulders. 

Jenny slumped to her knees, turned her head sideways and laid against her sister's crotch. She gripped the hem of Anna's short skirt. Slowly she pulled her skirt up. 

Anna slid back on the table. She spread her legs. Jenny leaned forward and kissed her sister's labia. 

For Jimmy it was as if a curtain was raised. His mother was not only revealing aunt Anna's pussy but she was also unveiling a special relationship she had with her sister. 

Jimmy pushed his shorts down and pulled out his cock. While he watched his mother lick Aunt Anna's pussy, he began to stroke. 

"Do I still taste good Jenny?" 

Jimmy watched as his mother's head pulled back. Her face glistened with the wetness of Aunt Anna's pussy. She looked up adoringly into her younger sister's face. 

"I wish I could live on eating nothing but your pussy. I would lick you like this for breakfast, lunch and dinner." 

Jimmy watched as his mother ran a finger along the edges of her sister's vulva, outlining her labia. He was amazed when Aunt Anna's legs visibly trembled. His groan matched his mother's as his aunt pushed his mother's head away from her pussy. 

"We had better stop, Jen. As much as I enjoy that, you're right. Jimmy is just upstairs. 

Jimmy watched as his mother reluctantly pull Anna skirt down. She stood and lay her head on his sister's chest. Anna gently stroked her sister's hair. She looked sad. 

"I remember a lot of the things we used to do. I also remember the things we talked about. We both wanted children, a family. You have yours. But my husband doesn't want a family." 

Jenny pulled her sister to her. Both hands slid down and she cupped her ass. 

"Well, maybe this time away will make him think about it." 

"I doubt it Jenny, I really doubt it. However, I'm desperate. He and I are having dinner tonight to talk about it." 

* * * 

Stealthily, Jimmy slid along the wall to the patio door leading into the family room. Carefully, he slid the door open stepped in and closed it behind him. He tiptoed across the family room to the hall and upstairs to his bedroom. After he closed and locked the door, he lay there slowly stroking is cock. 

His head was buzzing. He was not sure what he just overheard. What did it all mean? 

First, his mother knew about him and Aunt Anna. While she was upset, she did not explicitly tell auntie to stop. In fact, there seemed to be an element of jealousy. More why you and not me. 

Second, mom and auntie played like he and Julie when they were their age. He tried to imagine mom and auntie in bed with their heads buried between each other's legs. The image caused his cock to get incredibly hard. 

Third, Aunt Anna enjoyed rough treatment and hinted that mom like the same thing. 

There was a soft knock on the door. 

"Jimmy? Can I come in?" 

"Just a moment mom." 

He quickly stuff his cock back in his shorts. He walked to the door unlocked it and let his mom in. He walked quickly back to the bed so she could not see is hard cock. He sat up in bed and pulled the sheet over him. 

"Uh, we need to talk." 

"Talk about what, mom?" 

"Anna and I have been talking... About... What you two have been doing." 

"Uh, okay!" 

Jenny sat on the edge of the bed facing her son. She wore her old sweat shorts. She usually wore them when she was working in the garden. They were her old sweat pants that she cut off mid way her thigh. When her husband teased her that they could at least afford some decent clothes for her, she would say they were comfortable and fit over her big fat ass. She had on an old ratty T-shirt. It was obvious she did not have on a bra. As usual, her nipples were hard. One of her feet was on the floor. The other leg, bent at the knee, rested on the bed. That caused her shorts to pull back into a delicious camel toe. As she began to talk, Jimmy thought he could detect a slight wetness at the center of the camel toe. 

"I saw what you two did and it's wrong. I just talked to Anna about it." 

He was not sure where this is going so he just nodded his head. He heard the whole conversation and knew that they had not come to a resolution. 

"Alcohol causes people to do funny things. Lord knows I know that. Two glasses of wine and I am done for the day. Anna had had too much to drink when you...she did what you did." 

"But mom, this afternoon she hadn't been drinking and we did it again." 

"That still doesn't make it right." 

Jenny stood. She was out of her element. She drew herself up to her full 5'6". 

"Look young man, you two have to stop what you doing. I will not stand for it. Do you hear?" 

Abruptly, Jenny spun on her heels. As she did, her succulent ass was less than a foot from Jimmy's face. He never knew what came over him. He pulled his hand back and smacked her ass as hard as he could. 

"Jimmy, she screeched, just what the hell do you think you doing?" 

Jimmy was terrified. He was acting more on instinct than anything else. He threw back the sheet and swung his legs to the floor. Jenny backed toward the bedroom door, both hands rubbing her ass. Her face was red. Jimmy notice that the wet spot in the center of the camel toe was growing. He strode past her, closed the bedroom door and locked it. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He had a funny metal like taste in his mouth. Sweat streamed off him in rills. 

"What... What... Do you think you doing?" 

Jenny's eyes were as wide as dinner plates. Beads of sweat stood out on her nose and forehead. She took a few tentative steps backwards. The back of her knees hit the footboard on his bed and she tumbled backwards on it. A riot of emotions stormed through her. First, there was outrage with her son for taking such liberties. Then there was an undeniable arousal. 




Rite of Passage



The image of his sister riding his son's cock to multiple orgasms flashed through her mind. They look so fucking hot. Jenny felt the moistness between her legs increase. She had to regain control of the situation. Otherwise, something terrible might happen. 

"Jimmy, this must stop. I am not Anna. You cannot be doing those things to your mother." 

Jimmy's heart beat like a trip hammer in his chest. He thought it was going to jump out. At the same time, the conversation he overheard played back in his head. Aunt Anna suggested that his mom and she liked the same things. 

He tore his eyes away from the twin peaks of his mother's delicious breasts. Her nipples were like diamonds trying to cut their way through the thin fabric of the T-shirt. He glanced down at her crotch. The light gray material of the sweat shorts turned dark between her legs. The quaver in her voice when she talked to him did not suggest fear but indecision. 

In one motion, he sat on the bed next to his mother, grabbed her arm and pulled her across his lap. She was kicking and screaming trying to get up. Her struggles caused the legs of the shorts to pull up over the lower cheeks of her succulent ass. He stared at its pink fullness. He could feel his cock throbbing against her abdomen as she struggled to stand up. He raised his hand and brought it down hard on her rump. 

Using one hand to hold her firmly across his knees, he use the other to repeatedly spank her fat rump. He brought his hand down as forcefully as he could on her butt. The sound echoed in the confines of the room. He brought it down again. His hands stung from the impact. Jenny's screams were muted. 

"Jimmy, you must stop. This is not right." 

Jenny's arousal began to trump her fear. She was not a kinky woman. However, from the time she was a small girl spanking by her father aroused her. She recalled his startled embarrassment when you realized she enjoyed spanking. In their late teens, Anna spanked her while she masturbated. When she married, her husband enjoyed administering her kink. However, over time he lost interest. Now another person, her son, was causing her to have mini orgasms. 

"I heard you tell Aunt Anna that you really like this. And I want you to be happy mom." 

He used is free hand to slide her shorts down to the bottom of her ass cheeks. His mother's butt was full and pink. Small dimples of cellulite covered it. Between her womanly thighs, he could see the clamshell of her pussy. His red handprints had an almost neon glow on her delicious ass. The crotch of her shorts were soaked. In quick succession, he smacked her ass with first one hand then the other repeatedly. He only stopped when the stinging in his hands became too painful for him to take. By this time, He could feel is mother's wetness dripping down his thighs. Instead of screaming for him to stop, she was furiously humping his thigh. 

"Oh Jimmy! This is so wrong!" 

Jenny shivered, feeling her pussy convulsing at the arousal caused by spanking. Though she protested, lust replaced fear and shame. It was wrong. It was so god-awful wrong. Nevertheless, it felt so fucking good. 

Jenny flinched in pain as her son slowly stroked her bright red ass. He leaned down and gently kissed it. 

"I love you mom." 

He rained kisses on his mom's ass while gently rubbing it. Her screams of indignation gradually turned to mewls of pleasure. As her crotch began to rotate slowly against his thigh, He let his finger slide deep into her wetness. Simultaneously, he brought is left hand down smartly on her ass. Jenny moaned and bucked back hard against his finger and began to slowly hump it. 

"Jimmy, please. I... I!" 

The metallic taste in his mouth grew stronger. His heart was beating so fast that he could barely talk. It seemed to be stuck in his throat. Jenny was saying stop but she kept humping his finger. She was grinding her crotch against his thigh. Jimmy knew he should obey his mom but he was too far gone to stop. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm cummminnnggg!" Jenny bucked against her son's thigh as a soul shaking orgasm overtook her. 

He added a second finger to his mom's pussy. Before his eyes was the perfect ass that he had lusted for so long. His mom frantically humped his fingers. He leaned down and gently kissed her ass. He could see the whitish liquid streaming from his mother's pussy and across his thigh. 

"I have always loved your ass." 

"Oh baby! Mommy loves you. Don't stop!" 

Jenny's cries climbed the scale until they were a high-pitched scream. He could feel her pussy contracting around his fingers. Then she squirted. He felt the hot liquid hit his thigh and run down the on the bed. As she came, he smacked her ass repeatedly several times. She collapsed, her arms hanging to the floor and her legs limp. He leaned down and kissed her ass again. This time he let his tongue slide to the crevice of her ass. He did this with his sister Julie and she loved it. His mother moaned and pressed her ass against his invading tongue. 

He used both hands and gently separated his mom's ass cheeks. He licked her anus. Jenny groaned as she ground her steaming pussy into his thigh. 

"Do you like that mom? Does dad do this to you?" 

"God baby that feels so good. He used to but not anymore. But please Jimmy... Please... Don't fuck me! I know you want to but I'm not ready for that." 

He began to tongue fuck his mother's ass while is two fingers slowly stroked her pussy. He found her G spot. As he stroked it Jenny began to hump is fingers again. 

"Oh no Jimmy! If I cum again I'll die! I'll just die!" 

He managed to get the tip of his tongue into the succulent opening of her anus. He kept flicking it. Suddenly Jenny's back arched up. Her face contorted and her mouth flew open in a silent scream. He was afraid he had gone too far, that he was hurting her. Again, her pussy gushed that fragrant liquid. It ran down his wrist, across his hands and onto the sheet. As his mom went limp, Jimmy raised his hands to his mouth and licked her precious juices from his fingers. 

He shook her and she did not move. He slid from under and turned her on her back. He caught his breath as he beheld the salacious gleam of her cleanly shaved pussy. He could see the nub of her clit peeking out of its sheath and pulsing slightly. Unable to control himself, he leaned down and French kissed his mom's pussy letting his tongue slide up and flick lightly at her swollen clit. A tremor shook her body but her eyes remained close. 

"Mom! Mom! Are you okay?" 

He knew there was no one in the house but her and him. He had just about decided to call 911 when her eyes fluttered. Her eyes were unfocused, rolling independent of each other. She seemed to be trying to focus. Finally, they rested on her son. Her breaths were hard and labored. 

"How... How long was I out?" 

"Are you okay mom? You were just out a few moments. I was about to call for help." 

"No, no you can't call anyone. I'll be fine. Help me up." 

Jenny was unsteady on her feet. When she tried to walk her sweat shorts almost tripped her. Jimmy squatted in front of her and helped her step out of them. His eyes were even with her gleaming wet pussy. He could see her swollen pussy lips. Impulsively, He leaned forward and kissed them again. 

Jenny grabbed her son's head and pressed it to her pussy. Involuntarily, her hips thrust forward. 

"No baby, we must stop. Don't do that." 

Despite her protestations, she held her son's face pressed to her pussy. The aroma filled his nostrils. It was overwhelming. He felt a little dizzy. He let his tongue slip from his mouth and along her gleaming wet slit. Jimmy turned his head to the side and began French kissing his mom's pussy. The wet heat of her need was almost palpable against his tongue. 

His tongue found her swollen pulsating clit. He took in his mouth and sucked it hungrily. 

"Oh fuck, baby! You must stop! 

Jenny wanted her son to stop licking her pussy but she could not help herself. Multiple orgasms had excited every nerve in her body. As her son sucked on her clit, she had sensations in her belly. It somersaulted continuously. Her nipples were rigid. Her body quavered as another orgasm, smaller than the first, shook it. 

"Enough Jimmy! This is gone a lot farther than it ever should. Stop!" 

She screamed the last word. He sat back on his heels and looked up at her. 

"I love you, mom" 

She looked down at him. Her eyes was soft and he could see tears forming at the corners. 

"I love you too baby. I love you so much. Now help me to my room. Then you get cleaned up. I'll shower and start dinner." 

He wrapped his arms around her waist. He could feel her warmth next to him as he guided her to her bedroom. He walked over to her bed. She reached down with one hand and she sat down. She looked up at her son. 

"Now please leave me alone before this goes any further." 

Jimmy walked back to his room. He closed the door and started to lock it. Then thought better of it. There was really no need to lock his bedroom door anymore. 

Chapter 4 

"You did what?" 

Anna and her sister were having coffee. Henry was at work and Jimmy had gone to play basketball with his friends. Jenny had just told her that Jimmy spanked her to an orgasm while fingering her pussy. 

"I know, I know! I was chastising you for having sex with him. Now I have done everything except fuck him." 

Anna took a sip of her coffee. As she did, she observed her sister over the rim of the cup. Jenny was flushed and unable to sit still in her chair. She scooted from side to side and recrossed her legs. 

"Why didn't you fuck him?" 

"I begged him not to. Nevertheless, I know if he pushed me on my back, my legs would have popped open as if they were on springs. I haven't been that aroused in years, if ever." 

"So what now, Jenny? You have let the genie out the bottle. You know he's gonna want more." 

"Dear God, I don't know! I lay in bed last night my pussy aching for my 18-year-old son's cock." 

"Hello girlfriend! Let me tell you, it is a nice cock. I mean, he's not horse hung or anything. But it's a nice size cock that fills your pussy. When I got home last night, I woke him up and rode him until I got off." 

"Last night! You fucked my baby again last night?" 

"Yep, Anna said nonchalantly, and came like a schoolgirl!" 

"But what is all this sex doing to him? He should be out with his girlfriend and not with a couple of old broads like us." 

"Jenny, he can have both of us and his girlfriend and none of us will ever know the difference. The boy stays hard." 

"I don't know Anna, I just don't know." 

Anna stood up and quickly walked around the table. Before Jenny could react, she pulled her chair back and pushed her gown up around her thighs. She eyed her sister's pussy then leaned forward and kissed it. 

"Anna, stop that! You know we agreed years ago to stop doing that." 

"I just want to prove a point. You just ashamed to admit it." 

She leaned forward and tenderly kissed her sister's wet hole. Initially, Jenny tried to push her sister's head away. Then she grabbed it and pressed it to her needy pussy. 

"Anna! Anna! What kind of people are we? Are we wrong because we love sex with each other so much?" 

Anna sat back on her heels. She used the back of her hand to wipe her sister's juices from her mouth. 

"No we are wrong for denying ourselves. Moreover, you are wrong for denying yourself the thing you want most, sex with you son. Let's go upstairs." 

* * * 

Jimmy left the basketball lot early. He still had a list of chores to do and it was already Wednesday. As usual, He rode his bike up the driveway, open the side door to the garage, and put it away. He saw his mom's car and assumed she and Aunty Anna decided not to go shopping the day. 

He was hot and sweaty. The absolute best thing on a hot day was ice-cold water. He knew his mom kept some in the refrigerator in the pitcher. When his mother was not around, he drank straight from the pitcher. That was a big no-no but he thought it tasted better that way. 

As he turned up the pitcher, he heard a noise. Thinking he was busted, he quickly put the pitcher down. At first, he thought it was mom and Aunty Anna talking upstairs. It sounded more like a moan then someone talking. 

He started to call out that he was home, but something stopped him. Quietly, he climbed the stairs. The further he got up the stairs, the louder the sound became. It was definitely moans. 

"Oh Anna! Baby that feels so could." 

Jimmy could hear soft slurping sounds. 

"Jenny, I have missed us doing this. I just loved the taste of your pussy." 

Jimmy's cock was instantly hard in his shorts. It could not be. It just could not be. 

"Jesus! I love your finger in my ass while you suck my clit." 

Jimmy eased around the corner. Just to his right was the open door of his mother's bedroom. The sounds of lovemaking were coming from there. He stuck his head around the corner. 

Aunty Anna and his mother were in a 69 position with his mom on top, her ass pointed at the bedroom door. Aunt Anna's head was toward the door. He could see her face was wet with his mom's pussy juices. He could also see Anna's finger in his mom's ass. The aroma of two sexually aroused women filled the room. He was entranced, unable to pull back. He knew he needed to stop looking otherwise they might see him. 

Anna heard the floor creak. She looked back, her sister's pussy just above her head. At first, she was shocked. There stood Jimmy his cock in his hand slowly stroking. 

"Don't stop licking me, Anna. I'm so close. Please keep licking me." 

A devilish thought crossed Anna's mind. She used her free hand to wave and get Jimmy's attention. 

Jimmy froze, with his cock in his hand. Copious amounts of pre-cum covered his hands. Aunt Anna beckoned him to step forward. Jimmy hesitated, not sure what she wanted. He had that distinctive metallic taste in his mouth again. His heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. 

Anna took two fingers and began frigging her sister's pussy. She continued to beckon Jimmy to come forward. 

"Do you like that, Jenny? Do you like my fingers in your sloppy wet hole?" 

"Fuck Anna! You know I do. But use the dildo again. I need something fill up my hole." 

Stiff legged, Jimmy moved forward. His eyes glued to the sloppy wetness of his mom's pussy. He could see her juices leaking down her crease and across Aunty Anna's hands. Aunt Anna beckoned again and he stepped forward. 

"Here baby! I have just what you need. You keep licking my pussy and am going to give you just what you need." 

Anna indicated to Jimmy that he should remove his shorts. Stiffly, with fear stiffening his muscles he let his shorts drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Anna beckoned him to step forward again. He could smell the aroma of his mother's creaming pussy. Jimmy jumped as Aunt Anna wrapped her hands around his cock and pulled him forward. She raised up and licked the pre cum soaked head. 

Then she positioned Jimmy's cock at her sister's entrance. Without further prompting, Jimmy stepped forward, his cock sliding into the wet confines of his mom's pussy. 

"Shit... Shit... Fuck! Anna, that dildo feels incredible. It seems bigger than usual." 

Anna scooted down and began to suck her sister's clit as Jimmy began to slowly move in and out of Jenny's pussy. His mind spun. His mother's pussy felt incredible. He could feel it spasm as it gripped and loosened around his cock. He remembered Aunt Anna's instruction about going deep and slow. 

As he drove in hard, his hips slapped against his mother's ass. She jumped. Her head popped up and she turned around and looked into the lust filled face of her son. She tried to get up but Anna had her hands wrapped around her ass and held in place. 

"Oh no! Please no! Stop Jimmy. Stop!" 

Jimmy began to slow. The voice of parental authority was strong. His mother had said stop. Just as he was about to obey, his Aunt Anna lowered her head and shouted at him. 

"Fuck her hard Jimmy! Fuck her just as I showed you...long hard deep strokes. She wants it." 

Confused but so deep into it he could not stop Jimmy be kept up the long hard strokes. He reached forward and gripped his mother's hips using them like handles. Each time he thrust in, he pulled her ass back. The staccato sound of flesh on flesh echoed around the room. 

"Oh Jimmy! Oh! Oh fuck! That feels so god damn good." 

Anna began to lick her sister's clit. She let her tongue slide from her clit to the slickened length of Jimmy's pole and back again. The taste was like a narcotic. From the frothy wetness of Jimmy's cock pounding her sister's pussy to the slick pulsating of Jenny's clit and back again. She could feel Jenny's head dropped back between her legs, hungrily licking her pussy. At the same time, she felt Jenny's fingers into her ass. 

"Oh you Bitch! You hot Bitch! Finger fuck my ass you slut. You know how I love that." 

Jimmy was lost in a miasma of lust. The aroma of sex and the sloshing of his mother's super heated pussy permeated the air. Fucking his mother was better than he ever imagined it would be. 

"Do you like it, mom? Does it feel good to you?" 

He remembered how his mom had reacted to him slapping her ass. As he pistoned in and out of her juicy pussy, he brought his hand shut down sharply on her large ass. 

"Oh fuck Jimmy! Your cock is amazing! At dammit do it again! Spank your mommy's ass!" 

Still stroking hard into the slick spasming confines of his mother's amazing love hole, Jimmy smacked her ass twice in quick succession. The effect was electric. He felt her clampdown on his cock. 

"Cum for me mommy! Please cum for me!" 

"Come on, you bitch! Cum for your son!" 

"OHHHHHHH!! I'm CummmminnnG!" OH GAWDAMMITT!!" 

Jenny continued screaming. Her large hips thrust back hard and repeatedly as her orgasm washed over her. Jimmy heard his Aunt Anna cough as his mother squirted her essence over Aunt Anna's face and his crotch. The vice like grip of her pussy exerted on his cock caused him to come. He squirted his potent seed deep in his mother's welcoming pussy. 

Anna slid down, coughing. Jenny had squirted directly in her mouth. She slid out from under Jenny coughing and covered her mouth with her hand. Jenny collapsed on the bed with her son Jimmy falling on top of her his cock still deep in her pussy. 

"Oh my God, that was incredible! But what I have done? What have I done?" 

Anna slid down took her sister's head in her hands and kissed her deeply. Then she raised up and kissed her nephew. 

"Baby, you've done what you always wanted to do. You fucked your son. And you loved it. Moreover, you going to do it again. But first move your big ass out of the way. it's my turn" 

* * * 

It was late the same afternoon. The sun was slowly sinking behind the trees adding a golden hue to the pool. Jimmy, his mother and Anna lay nude on towels spread at the edge of the pool. The two women were exhausted. All afternoon Jimmy fucked them each in turn. They both had lost track of the number of orgasms they had. 

Now they lay by the pool, each in the crook of one of Jimmy's arms, recuperating in the warmth of the setting sun. 

"Anna, you slut! I should hate you but all I can really say is thank you. Thank you so much!" 

"You're welcome, Anna laughed." 

Jenny idly stroked the semi hard cock of her son. "My God baby! How can you still be hard? You came at least twice in both of us and I lost track of how many times I came." 

Jimmy was a little embarrassed. He had spent all afternoon fucking his mom and his aunt. Now they lay naked in this intimate embrace. He liked it but was unsure of what it meant for the future. 




Rite of Passage



"I'm sorry mom! It stays as hard." 

Both women laughed indulgently. Anna leaned over and gave her nephew a long soulful kiss. "Don't worry baby. Your mom and I will find something to do with that." 

* * * 

Jimmy pushed his bike up the driveway after school. For the past month, he, his aunt, and his mother had many stolen moments together. Usually when his father was out of town on one of his many business trips. Anna reconcile with her husband but still managed to come by to share Jimmy with her sister. 

He was not surprised to see both cars in the driveway. When he walked into the kitchen his mom and Aunt Anna was sitting at the table drinking a soda. They had an unusually somber look on the face. 

"Hi mom, Aunty Anna! How are you?" 

"Sit down, baby. Your aunt and I need to talk to you." 

Concerned, Jimmy slid into the empty chair at the kitchen table. His eyes flicked from his mom to his aunt. Despite this somber expression, he thought he could detect a gleam in their eyes. 

"Jimmy, his aunt said, you probably didn't know this but I wanted a baby and my husband did not. I was not on birth control but we used condoms. Well, I'm pregnant." 

Jimmy's head began to swim. His mouth opened and closed like a guppy. He was unsure what to say. 

"And baby, his mom said, so am I. We are both pregnant and you are the father." 

The room began to move around Jimmy. He thought he was going to pass out. Then he felt a light slap on his face. He looked into the concerned faces of his mom and aunt. 

"I'm sorry," Jimmy wailed, "I'm so sorry!" 

Both women stood walked around and embraced him from either side. 

"It's not your fault, Jimmy; we are grown women and knew the risk." 

"Yes, baby, it's our fault. However, we want you to know that your father and your uncle are not aware. It will be our secret. Moreover, you must not never tell anyone. Do you understand?" 

Jimmy wiped tears from his eyes and nodded his head. He was confused about what that meant for his future but he trusted his mother and his aunt to help him through it. 

"However, you have special treat for the next eight months. Some men say that pregnant pussy is the best there is and you're going to have two to fuck." 

"Yes," Jenny smiled, "and we have a few hours before your father gets home." 

Jenny stood and took her son's hand, pulling him to his feet. She walked to the stairs. His Aunt Anna stood and followed them up the stairs. 

Jimmy and his sister Julie had many nights of phone sex as he recounted fucking his mom and aunt. Thanksgiving was coming and she could not wait to join the family fun.