0 comments/ 15221 views/ 0 favorites The Blackout By: Raindear I yawned widely and then looked around, embarrassed. I had been reading so long and I was so bored, I'd totally forgotten about being in the Public Library. As I looked around to see if anyone had noticed my open yawn, I saw an older man in a three-piece suit staring directly at me. I nodded at him and then turned back to my book. I had just about finished the textbook I was studying and as I started to close it, the lights went out!! Since I was on the third floor of the Public Library, there were hardly any windows and it was DARK!!! I stood up and fumbled my way to the end of the table and bumped into someone, but I couldn't see who it was. I turned around and mumbled, "Excuse me, please." As I finished turning, I bumped into someone else kind of hard and when I reached out my hand to steady myself, I encountered something which was warm and hard, at the same time as being sort of soft. I felt my school skirt being flounced upward and quickly reached out to yank it down. Then I, as quickly as I could, being rather blinded, went to stand near one of the stacks I remembered as being near the table I'd deserted. I stood there, with my arms wrapped around my waist, for comfort, until I could see a glimmer of grey ahead of me. I walked toward the glimmer and discovered, by feeling around with my hands, that I'd found the marble main stairway leading to the second floor and onward to the Main Exit. Cautiously, I felt my way down the stairway and could hear a clatter of steps all around me. Feeling more comfortable because I thought there'd be safety in numbers, I followed the sound of people making haste toward the exit. Within just minutes, I found myself outside in the daylight...it was so bright outside, I was once again temporarily blinded. I ran down the broad marble steps leading to the sidewalk and stood next to a group of people who were discussing why the lights had gone out. "I hear the lights are out all over the city," said one man. "Yeah, all over the WHOLE city," chimed in a woman. "Not only are the lights out," said another woman, "the subways and trolleys aren't working either." "Oh no," I thought to myself, "what was I going to do?" The library was all the way down on 42nd Street and Fifth Avenue and I lived all the way uptown at 168th Street and Broadway. "Oh well, I guess I'd better start walking," I continued in my thoughts. So, I left the group and started walking uptown. It was good that it was only about 4 pm, because it was going to take a LONG time to get back home! I decided to stay on the East side until I was past the University so I could avoid the "bad part of town." My mother always directed me to stay away from the section near the river because of the "bad element" there. Long before I reached the University, I sat down on a bench in a neighbourhood park for a short rest and I realised how hungry I was. I sighed because all I had in my pocket was the token for the return subway trip home. So, after I'd had a rest, I got up and started walking again. After I'd been walking for about fifteen more minutes, I heard a honking going on behind me; I ignored it because I didn't know anyone who had a car. A few more minutes, and the honking continued again; so, I turned around and there was a luxury car with a man in the driver's seat beckoning me to him. I went over to the car and looked in the open window and there was the man from the Library. "Hello, there little girl." (That made me angry! I was 18 years old (soon to be 19, within 1 month), although I guess I looked younger because of my school uniform). "I've been looking for you, to offer you a ride home. A young girl like you shouldn't be walking all alone in a city gone mad." I looked around and saw that he was right: there were people rushing everywhere, crossing streets without regard for the auto traffic, there were no traffic lights! When I had passed the centre square of town, all the neon signs were out and crowds of men were pouring from the porn theatres. I looked back at the man and thought of my mother warning me to NEVER take a ride from a stranger, but then I thought, "Well, here he is in a very nice, expensive car, dressed in an expensive suit...what could be bad with that?" So, I opened the passenger side door and got in and shut the door behind me. We exchanged names, his was Philip and I told him my name was Toya. He commented that it was an unusual name and I told him it was a family name. Philip asked where I lived and I told him about the cooperative on the upper west side and he took off driving. After driving for about 10 minutes, I noticed Philip had crossed over to the West side and was driving down near the river. I was about to tell him it was dangerous to be driving on that side of town, when I felt something touch my leg. I looked down and there was Philip's hand on my knee. I shook my leg and turned to tell him I didn't want him to do that, when suddenly there was a movement behind me and two hands were holding my breasts, holding me against my seat. I opened my mouth to start screaming and a rag or something was shoved in it and a large hair band put around my head and around the headrest to hold the rag in my mouth. "Hey, Phil, she's wearing some kind of band around her tits, that's why she looks flat, I'll betchya." I tried to turn my head to see who was talking, but my head was too firmly affixed to the headrest. But I was able to see Philip move his hand from my knee up to my groin and he was pulling down my cotton panties. The man behind me put both of his hands down my blouse and ripped off my breast binder which I was forced to wear by the Phys. Ed. teacher because, as she said, "I'm tired of seeing your tits bouncing whenever you do jumping jacks." While I had been watching Philip's hands pull down my panties, the man behind me had grabbed both of my arms and thrust them behind the car seat and tied them. I was helpless!! Philip had turned onto a small road between two abandoned buildings and stopped the car and turned it off. "Well, let's see what kind of tits she does have, Charlie." Charlie used a pen knife to cut off my blouse and finish pulling off the breast binder. Philip gave a low whistle, "Wow! She's stacked, Charlie." Philip leaned over me and grabbed one of my nips and pulled my breasts apart...they were so large and firm, they stuck to each other when in the binder. "Charlie, she's gotta be at least a 48D! And look at Ôem. They are so hard and tight they don't even sag!" While Philip was jabbing at my breasts with his hands, Charlie had snuck his hands around the seat and stuck one of his fingers into my snatch. "Whoa, Phil, she's a hot one, she is. Let's take her inside, I want to nibble on her buttons." "Nah, Charlie, let's stay here in the car for a bit until it gets dark. That way no one is likely to see us." In answer to that, Charlie stuck another finger up inside me and thrust it in as deep as he could, "Aw damnit, Philip, she's not a virgin." Philip took my chin in one of his big hands and pulled my head around to look at him, "Why aren't you a virgin, Toya? Are you someone's toy?" he asked with a smirk on his face. I could only make a muffled sound because of the gag in my mouth and Philip said, "Well, no matter Charlie. All it means is that we can fuck her without any trouble and no blood messing up the works...and who knows, maybe she'll like what we do to her!" Charlie sat in the back seat, bouncing up and down on it as he continued to fuck me with his fingers; I was still so upset all I could feel was the calluses on his fingers. After about 5 minutes, Charlie stopped doing that and just sat back in his seat. I could see from the rear view mirror he was massaging the lump in his pants. Philip untied my hands from behind the seat and took my left hand and put it on his crotch. "Dya feel what I have waiting for you, Toya? Feel me with your little hand, massage my cock Rub me, honey." I did as he asked, wrapped my little fingers around the hard mass in his pants and pushed it up and down and after a while, I felt a big wet spot on my palm. Philip groaned. "Hey, Charlie, I can't wait anymore. It's dark enough, let's get our little Toy into that warehouse." Charlie unwrapped the hair band from the headrest and freed my head, but left the rag stuffed in my mouth. Philip turned to me and said, "Now listen, Toya, you just get out of the car and you walk between me and Charlie. And DO NOT try to scream or run for it, otherwise we'll have to get mean with you. Do you understand?" I nodded my head, tears showing in my eyes. "Don't cry, little girl, we just want to make you feel good." I walked between Charlie and Philip to a boarded-up door. There was a mercury-chrome light outside the building which was still on although the rest of the city was still in darkness. Charlie kicked the boards away and all three of us entered the building. After we were inside, Charlie grabbed me from the back and picked me up so that my legs were over his shoulders, my pussy was in his face, and as he walked, he tongue-fucked me. I started to writhe in ecstacy. I grabbed his face and brought it closer to my body so he could stick his tongue in deeper. Too soon, we reached a place where Charlie came to a stop. I groaned because he had brought me to the edge, but I hadn't had the chance to come to orgasm. Charlie put me down on my own two feet and turned me around to look at the set-up. This main floor was dimly lit from that outside lamp so I was able to see the setup. They must have planned this for some time, because there were an apparatus that kind of looked like the gymnastics appartus at school; there was a triple mattress on the ground; and there was a leather beanbag. And there I stood with my blouse down to my waist, my woolen school skirt still on, but no panties. The skirt was making my bottom itch and my pussy was hot. Philip said, "Now, there's no one around for miles who can hear you; but you have a choice, we can take care of you while you're tied up or we can do you without bindings, which would you prefer?" I didn't know what I preferred. My only other sexual event had been an incestuous one with an uncle, but I had liked the feelings a lot. I kind of knew if I requested being bound up they might be cruel to me, so I opted for no bindings. Charlie grabbed the rag out of my mouth and fastened his mouth around one of my nipples, while using the first three fingers of one hand on the other nipple, the other hand found its way to my pussy. "HEY! Not so fast, Charlie," shouted Philip, "this was my idea, my car, my building...I get to fuck her first!" Charlie was reluctant to stop, but he did and Philip ripped off my skirt and threw me into the leather beanbag chair. The leather was cold and I yelped in surprise. Philip must have thought I was protesting his treatment because he quickly unzipped his pants, pulled them off and stuck his cock in me without any warning! He grabbed my ass which was nestled in the beanbag chair and pulled me to him. It felt like he was fucking me all the way to my cervix! Philip started groaning and suddenly he pulled out and barked to Charlie, "Come here and warm her up for me." Charlie came over to me and got down on his knees and stuck his head into my crotch. Philip stood over us, like a lord, naked from the waist down, and looked down at Charlie's tongue which was stabbing into my pussy and wrapping itself around my clit. Within just a few seconds, he had me writhing and bouncing on that beanbag and just as I was about to come to orgasm, again, he pulled out and beckoned to Philip. I was getting very frustrated. Philip lay down on top of me and rammed his cock into me again; this time, it felt better because I was lubed with my own juices. He used one hand to hold my head so I had to look into his face as he was fucking me; he used his other hand to pluck at my nipples. Oh, Oh, I could feel it coming, I was so close...OH OH!! I came so hard I literally spurted my juices all over Philip's cock and squeezed him as I continued to cum. My stomach was lurching up and down and suddenly gave a loud growl. Charlie laughed out loud and said, "You must be hungry, huh, Toy?" I couldn't nod because Philip was still holding tight to my face. Philip spoke, "Why don't you give her something to eat, Charlie?" I thought it strange Charlie was going to feed me while I was being fucked hard by his partner, and suddenly there was a hard thing at my mouth. I looked downward and saw Charlie's cock, sticking out of his fly, at the edge of my lip. I didn't understand what he wanted to me to do. "Don't you know how to eat sausage, babe?" Ah, then I understood, I had overheard some of the girls at school talking about this, but I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. So, I just opened my mouth and Charlie stuck his cock into it. It wasn't a very big cock, only about 5" long and about 1" thick so I didn't feel like choking when the cock went down my throat. "Well suck on it, Toy," demanded Charlie. So, I did. I was still being fucked deeply by Philip so my mind was concentrating on that rather than having a hard cock being stuck down my throat, and soon I was bouncing on the chair again...another orgasm was on its way. This time, besides ejaculating and squeezing Philip's cock, I also swallowed Charlie's cock as far down as it could go. I could hear Charlie moaning and encouraging me. I could feel Philip's cock get larger. I was just about to cum again when Philip pulled out of me, pulled me out of the chair, with my juices leaking down my thighs, and ordered Charlie to strip down. Charlie did as instructed and Philip lay down in the beanbag chair, face up and pulled me down on top of him. By being on top of him, his cock seemed to go even deeper than before...it felt so good. Then Philip told Charlie to get behind me and fuck me from the rear. "You mean fuck her pussy, Phil? I don't know if I'll fit. After all, your cock is so big." "No, stupid. I want you to fuck her in the ass!" ordered Philip. I stiffened...in my ass? I tried to get off Philip, but he was holding onto my tits and his hands tightened as I tried to get away. "Don't worry, Toy. This won't hurt a bit." BUT IT DID!! That is, until Charlie reached on the other side of me and started titillating my clit between his thumb and forefinger. When he started doing that, a flood seemed to erupt inside me and I was literally oozing all over Philip's cock. Thank goodness Charlie's cock was small enough to fuck my ass without doing any damage. I didn't think I could cum anymore...I was like a sex-maniac! I'd never felt anything this good in my life. After what seemed a short time, Philip finally worked himself up to his orgasm...he pumped in and out of me so hard I thought I would hit the ceiling except for the fact Charlie was on my other side holding me down. Charlie, too, was moved to cum and he pulled out of my ass and shot his load all over my back. I collapsed on top of Philip panting like a mad dog. Charlie pulled me off Philip and picked me up and put me on top of the mattresses. Both Philip and Charlie seemed satisfied so I asked them if they were going to take me home now. Philip let out a hoarse laugh and told me they weren't finished yet. I was worried because it was fully dark now and even though my mom worked until after midnight, it might be different tonight because of the blackout. I told both the men about this, but they just ignored me. Philip went over to the place where he'd dropped his pants and fiddled around in one of the pockets. He took a pack of cigarettes out and a lighter. He walked over to me and gave me one. "Um, I don't smoke, but thanks." "That's okay, Toya, this is not a cigarette. Take it." I took it and noticed the end was rolled up differently. Philip motioned to me to stick it into my mouth and with much reluctance, I did. He lit it for me and I took a hit and started coughing like crazy. I tried again and coughed and choked again. "Not like that, stupid, you're wasting it. Take a deep inhale and then hold your breath." I tried again and was a bit better and then suddenly I was feeling dizzy and shaky and my pussy was getting wet again. "What is this stuff," I enquired in a trembly voice. "It's pot. Haven't you ever smoked before?" I shook my head. "Well," continued Philip, "this is gonna make you feel good and then you won't worry about going home right away." I was already feeling good but I continued to smoke the cigarette. After a while, although I had absolutely no idea how much time had passed, I finished smoking and felt all tingly, especially in my pussy. I could feel it getting damp again, it was almost as if someone was fingering me. I looked down and with surprise realised it was ME fingering myself. Yummm, it felt good. I wished I were double jointed so I could go down on myself. I looked around, there still were no lights on, but the outside lamp made it seem light inside. I could see Philip and Charlie sitting at a table about six feet away from me. Weaving back and forth, I went over to them to see each one with a rolled up $100. bill scooping up some white powder and using the money to inhale the powder into their noses. "Wuzzat?" I asked, giggling. I stood before them, naked, with one hand on my breasts. "That, Toy, is magic powder that's gonna make me and Charlie able to stay hard all night long," answered Philip. He beckoned me to lean over him and holding my ass, he instructed me how to suck up the powder into my nose, too. Then he rubbed some of the powder on my gums. "Oooh, feels tingly," I said. "What would it feel like if I rub some of that stuff on your cock?" Philip looked at Charlie and answered, "I don't know. I've never tried that...Charlie, let's both of us put some snow on our dicks." And with that, each of the men rubbed some of the powder on the head of their cocks. Philip pushed my head down to lick his cock and I got even more powder in my mouth. Philip's cock was huge and I was afraid I would strangle, but suddenly I didn't care. Between the "pot" and the "snow" my tongue felt numb and I felt very horny. As I was leaning over Philip, engulfing his hard cock in my mouth, I sensed Charlie moving behind me. Then I felt Charlie's fingers replace my fingers in my cunt. Ooooh, it felt so very good. Each time I bobbed up and down on Philip's cock, Charlie would finger fuck me deeper and deeper. Philip reached up to my tits and stuck both nipples in his mouth at the same time! I was beginning to leak juice down my legs again. Charlie took some of the juice and rubbed it on his cock and without warning rammed his cock up my pussy. Oh boy, by this time I was wriggling all over and moaning and wanted MORE! Then Philip's cock swelled in my mouth and I knew he was gonna come and shoot his stuff down my throat but then Philip made a gesture to Charlie and Charlie took his cock out of my pussy and carried me over to the mattress again. When Philip's cock came out of my mouth, it made a popping sound. I had worked up alot of suction. Charlie lay down on the mattress, face up and pulled me down on top of him and started fucking my pussy again. Philip grabbed some of the white powder from the table and then came over to the mattress. Then I felt Philip's fingers massaging my ass cheeks and I wiggled back and forth. Then Philip stuck two of his fingers IN my ass. At first, it kind of hurt, but after a real short time I was liking it a lot. Then he took his fingers out and I groaned, but then I could hear Philip spitting and looked around to see him putting his spit on his cock head. I moaned...Philip's cock was SO big I was afraid he'd split me wide open! And then Philip slowly and gentle inserted his cockhead into my ass and I realised that when his fingers were in my ass, he had put some of that white stuff in my ass, 'cause now the inside of my ass was both numb and tingling. After Philip gave my ass a chance to adjust to his huge cock, he started pumping in and out, in and out. Philip reached around me with both his big hands, one he started rubbing my clit and with the other he rubbed my nipples together, using only one hand to grab both. I thought I was going to heaven! I had been holding myself somewhat stiff so Philip could ram me with his cock, but now I collapsed ontop of Charlie and just melted. The Blackout The city went dark and an hour later, I was finally blindly dipping my key into the lock of my apartment. Light flooded into the pitch-black hallway and I stepped into the hot, thick air that I knew would be waiting for me, flinging off the delicate flip-flops that had amazingly managed to get me home. It felt as though I had walked the entire length of Manhattan and I could feel the beads of sweat gliding down my back and between my breasts. I rummaged through my cabinets for some candles and a lighter and placed them around the apartment. The candles filled my studio with an amber glow and I regretted that there was no one else with me to appreciate the atmosphere. I dropped onto the couch and stared at the blank television screen. It was barely 5:30 and I didn't have a clue what to do with myself. After a few minutes of considering my options – listening to a CD on my Discman or masturbating furiously or both at once – I was interrupted by a low knock on the door. I was caught off guard and actually a bit nervous. "Um... who is it?" I called from halfway across the room. "Oh, um, Daniel." And then, after a short pause, realizing I didn't have a clue who he was, "I live next door to you." "Oh," I said a bit confused and a little relieved. I quickly ran my fingers through my hair to make sure I didn't look like a complete mess, straightened out my tank top, pulled up the strap that had drooped off of my shoulder, and tugged on my denim mini-skirt to make sure it wasn't revealing any more than it was supposed to. I undid the locks and waiting in the shadowy hallway was a familiar face that I could finally put a name to. I'd seen him a few times entering and leaving the building, but I hadn't even realized he actually lived here, let alone right next door. I assumed he must have a girlfriend who lived in the building. Why I assumed that I don't know since I'd never seen him with a woman. I guess I just assumed he was too adorable to be single and I didn't see him often enough to lead me to believe he lived here. What I could barely see now in the dark hallway I recalled from seeing him before in the light – his mop of dark brown waves, his warm green eyes, his thin, well-toned body, and the way his ass looked in a pair of jeans. "Hi," I managed to spit out. I now wished I'd spent a little more time on my appearance before opening the door. "Hi, um, sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you happened to have an extra C battery lying around. I need one more for my flashlight." He held up the flashlight and the one battery he did have as evidence. I was disappointed that he had come here for something so mundane as a battery and despite the fact that I knew I did not have a single battery, C or otherwise, lurking in my apartment, I told him that I might and invited him in. I rummaged though some drawers in an attempt to convince him that I actually believed there was a chance I'd discover one. After three drawers, I figured it was safe to give up the search. "Nope, sorry," I said with an apologetic look. "That's ok, I'll..." And before he could finish his sentence, I added, "But I can lend you a few candles." Anything to postpone his departure. "Oh no, that's ok. I've got a few of my own. But thanks. I really wanted a flashlight. Even with the few candles it's still pretty dark and it's kind of creepy sitting in there all by myself." I wanted to kiss him right then and there. "You could hang out here and keep me company." I couldn't believe the words actually came out of my mouth. I would have never been able to say such a thing in any other circumstance. I guessed that the blackout had blacked out my inhibitions as well. I bit my lip waiting for his response. "Really?" he asked. I detected a bit of excitement in his voice, like a little boy being offered a trip to the zoo. "Yeah sure. I was thinking the same thing. About it being creepy and all, being here by myself." Was he actually going to agree to hang out in a complete strangers apartment? What were we going to talk about? What if he turned out to be completely boring? I could end up sitting in a puddle of sweat suffocated by an overwhelmingly uncomfortable silence with this guy who I knew nothing about. "Um ok... yeah. Sure. I'll stay." He smiled. Still a bit paralyzed by the awkwardness of the situation, he just stood there not knowing what to do. I reached past him to close the door and my arm accidentally (or maybe not entirely accidentally) brushed against his. "Sorry," I mumbled and pushed a stray lock of hair back behind my ear. I went back to the couch and sat down. He followed and, after a few uncomfortable minutes of silence, we both looked up at each other and smiled, acknowledging the awkwardness in the air. He asked me how long I'd lived here. I mentioned that I'd seen him before a few times, but I didn't know he lived here. He commented on how strange it was not to know your neighbors even though you practically lived on top of one another. I complained about how thin the walls were and how you could hear almost everything. He laughed and told me about his neighbor on the other side who he always hears having sex. "He makes the funniest grunting noises. And they're so loud! He woke me up once." Daniel smiled shyly, hoping he hadn't made a conversational faux pas in bringing up someone's loud sexual escapades with someone he just met. I laughed and smiled back to let him know I wasn't the type to take offense over something like that. "I must confess... I can hear you brushing your teeth sometimes," I said. "It's nice to put a face to all that sloshing and spitting." We both laughed and I decided that I would dip my own toe in to test the waters. "I have to admit that I've also heard some moaning coming through the wall from YOUR place," I teased. Even in the dark I thought I could see him blush a bit. He was quiet and I suddenly felt stupid for bringing that up. "Sorry, I was just..." "No, it's fine," he chuckled. "Unfortunately, I'm sure you've noticed that it's been pretty quiet for the past few months." I laughed. "Well, you know as well as I do that I'M not getting any either." We both looked up at each other and smiled. The topic of sex had brought the conversation to a halt and we were quiet again. But this time it wasn't awkwardness that blanketed us with silence, it was sexual tension. Our eyes scanned the room, afraid of what would happen if they met. I reached my left arm out and began to tug on the fraying fabric at the edge of the couch as a distraction. Suddenly, Daniel's right arm was resting there next to mine. This was it. This was my opportunity. I continued playing with the frayed fabric, but I slowly inched my arm in his direction. That inch felt like a mile to traverse. As the first of his hairs began to tickle my forearm, I could tell he had been moving closer to me as well. I turned my arm so that the length of my arm and the back of my hand were aligned with his. We sat like that for a minute or so and out of the corner of my eye I looked at where our bodies were touching to make sure I wasn't imagining it. He started to gently move his fingers against mine and I happily reciprocated. My thighs were burning up from the inside. It felt as though every nerve in my body was sparking. Finally, we both looked up at each other, desperately waiting for the next move. I couldn't hold back anymore and I leaned over, placed my hand on his cheek and pressed my lips eagerly to his. His hand found my cheek too and he pulled me closer to him. As our kissing became more and more intense, his hands began to wander over the curves of my body. He pressed his left hand against my breast, kneading it between his thumb and fingers. As his fingers began to travel under my tank top, I pulled out of our kiss, crossed my arms in front of me and pulled it off in one quick motion. I had not been wearing a bra underneath my top and so now, my breasts were completely revealed to him. He looked at them in the dim light and then looked into my eyes. Daniel lunged at me, pinned me to the sofa, and proceeded to cover me with kisses from the waist up as his hands traveled up under my skirt. His hot breath on my neck made me shiver and I knew that any moment he would discover just how much of an effect he was having on me. His fingers kept moving within centimeters of the ever-dampening crotch of my white cotton panties (I would have worn something more impressive had I had time to prepare). The anticipation was agony. I could feel him hardening against my thigh and the thought of him inside me was driving me crazy. I reached down, grabbed his hand, and pressed it against what he'd been taking his time to get to. He had been sucking voraciously on my right nipple and suddenly stopped, lifted up his head and smiled devilishly at me. His fingers gently rubbed the wet fabric against my aching clit. His lips began once again to devour my neck and, between kisses, Daniel pressed his cheek to mine and whispered into my ear "Oh god, you're so wet." He pressed himself down against my body and I could feel that now he was completely hard and his cock was begging to be released from its denim confines. I reached down to unbutton my skirt and I shimmied out of it. He took the opportunity to peel off his t-shirt, revealing his firm chest and beautiful shoulders. I helped to unbutton his fly as he kicked off his shoes and socks. He was kneeling now, in only his boxers, looking down at me in nothing but my skimpy pair of panties. His eyes traced every curve of my trembling body. My breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. My back arched, anxiously awaiting the weight of his body pressing me down. My legs slightly open, preparing for his invasion. Daniel leaned down, stared into my eyes for a moment, and placed a soft kiss on my lips. He wrapped his strong hands around my waist as he trailed down my body with his lips, placing one last kiss on my belly just above the waistband of my panties, as he slid his fingers under, slowly pulling them off me and tossing them to the floor where the rest of our sweat-soaked clothes were already resting. I eagerly helped him out of his boxers as well and couldn't help but let out a small gasp when I discovered what would be buried deep inside me in only a matter of moments. His right hand had moved down and his thumb was now skillfully rubbing my clit while his mouth explored my inner thighs. Waves of pleasure like the aftershocks of an earthquake pulsed through my body, and he was only just getting started. I looked down at him to see why the kissing had stopped and at the moment my eyes met his, he circled my wet opening with his thumb and then plunged it inside me. I gasped again. As his thick thumb moved in and out of me, Daniel's tongue lapped at my clit and along the lips of my pussy. And even though it was dark, I could feel the intensity of his eyes as he continued to look up at me while his face was buried between my legs. A wave of orgasm twice as intense as the last hit me. After a few last slow licks, he stopped, pulled his thumb from its warm hiding place, and resumed his place on top of me. He reached down and maneuvered his cock so that it was rubbing against my clit and sliding along the slick lips of my pussy. He pressed the tip of his cock to my eager hole, taunting it a bit and then finally, slowly, easing himself inside. I moaned loudly. "Shhh... The neighbors will hear you," he teased. My laugh quickly turned to a squeal as he suddenly plunged into me all the way to the hilt. He stayed there for a moment and then slowly began moving in and out of me, gradually picking up speed with each thrust. My pussy couldn't get enough and I began to grind my hips against his, thrusting back each time. The sweat of our bodies mixed as his broad chest pressed against my breasts and my nipples became electrified every time his skin brushed against them. Daniel lifted himself up above me and wrapped his arm beneath me at my waist, pulling me up with him. "I want to see you ride my cock," he whispered into my ear. I looked at him and smiled, eager to comply with his wishes. I sat up and pushed his chest back so that he was sitting upright on the sofa. I straddled him, hovering over his impressive erection and letting the throbbing tip graze my pussy lips. His strong hands were wrapped around my waist and his big thumbs pressed into my abdomen. With each teasing stroke of my pussy against his aching shaft his squeeze tightened. I leaned down and flicked my tongue against his deep pink nipples, first the left and then the right. I sucked hard and peered up at him to see the face that had released a long, low moan. My wet lips left his chest and began traveling down, over his washboard stomach and past his navel. I looked up at him again as I touched the tip of my pink tongue to the tip of his hard cock, swirling around the head slowly. My left hand grabbed his thigh while my right held his cock as I let my flat tongue sweep along the length of his shaft on all sides in long, slow strokes. Our eyes were locked on one another as I took him completely into my mouth, slowly wrapping my lips around the base and pressing my tongue against the underside of his cock. I could taste and smell myself on him. I began to bob my head up and down, sliding his thick, fleshy stick in and out of my hot mouth, my tongue lapping at him all the while. My right hand gently rubbed his balls as the tip of his cock brushed against the back of my throat. I could hear that he was enjoying himself, but I didn't want him to enjoy himself too much – not yet. I took one last slow lick and came back up into straddling position. Gripping his cock firmly with my right hand, I guided him in to my still-sopping pussy. I slid down onto him. He fit into me so snugly and it felt so good to just feel him fill me up like that. I pressed my hands against his moist pecs while I began to move my hips back and forth with him buried deep inside of me. Daniel's hands moved to my ass, squeezing the soft mounds in his hands and pulling me closer to him. Gradually, I began to rise up and down on his stiff cock until I reached a point where I was bouncing on top of him. As I rode him I could feel my breasts move up and down with each thrust. I could feel his eyes watching them as they rose and fell at the mercy of gravity. He began moving his hips up to meet mine and his right hand held one breast to his mouth as he sucked my hard pink bud hungrily. I began to ride him harder and faster. My hands shifted to the back of the sofa to keep me balanced. My moans were getting louder and faster, verging on yelps. His eyes closed and I could feel his body tensing up. I could feel my own orgasm brimming and I pushed myself to keep fucking him with all my strength. We were both so close. "Oh god!" I screamed as my third orgasm exploded within me. Every nerve ending in my body quivered in ecstasy. Daniel took this as his cue to let go himself and I felt his thick cock release inside me. We were both spent, not to mention sweating like animals. I leaned forward and rested my head on his shoulder, "That was amazing!" Daniel said as soon as he'd recovered. "I'm glad I was out of C batteries." "So, you think the neighbors really heard us?" I asked. "God, I hope so," he smiled. The Blackout All characters in this story are consenting adults above the age of 18. The story does contain an incestuous scene which is purely based on fantasy. If this offends you I would advise you to skip this story. For all others I always appreciate any comments or emails. EC *** Piper had always been around the house since we moved to the neighborhood. She was my daughter's age and they almost immediately became friends, having sleepovers and doing homework together. She never needed to knock to come in the house and it was never a surprise to find the two of them on the couch watching movies in the evenings or outside in the yard together during the summer. Once they both graduated my daughter, Julie, decided to go to the state college a couple of hours away but Piper remained to go to the local college, saving money by staying at home. She would still come round from time to time and I appreciated the company, my marriage had long since ended and apart from Julie's occasional visits back home I didn't have much in the way of social interaction. I worked from home and despite efforts made by the neighbors my age to make friends; I never had much in common with them and preferred to live vicariously through the college gossip from Julie and Piper. My own college life had been cut short by my pregnancy and I dropped out at the age of 20 before finishing my degree part time as Julie was a teenager. She was an only child and we were very close, especially after her father left us, with little attempt to maintain a relationship with his daughter. While Julie only opened up to me as a nineteen-year-old daughter would, Piper was completely transparent, detailing almost every aspect of college life for me, over some leftovers or a glass of wine. She had moved beyond being my daughter's friend to being my friend too. Looking back on it I should have been aware of what was happening, of how Piper slowly became more dependent on my company and how she would give me a look sometimes that suggested there were other feelings simmering. Perhaps I was kidding myself too, that our ever-lengthening chats were platonic banter to pass the time. I probably lied to myself that I was merely a woman shy of forty envying the beauty of a younger girl every time I took a second glance at her figure or her soft skin. The pang I felt when she mentioned someone she was interested in could only have been a yearning for my own youth not the attentions of my daughter's best friend. At least that was what I told myself until one Friday evening I heard her familiar knock at the kitchen door and I went to open it. "Hi Miss Olsen, I saw the light was still on, I'm a little tipsy and didn't want to go home just yet." It made me laugh she still called me that even though I had tried in vain to get her to call me by my first name, old habits die hard I supposed. She was a very pretty girl, slim and athletic, her hair always changed color and style and this night it was shoulder length auburn. She could look older and brooding when she forgot to smile but once she did, she looked like the warmest person you could meet, innocent and carefree. "Hi Piper, what did you get up to tonight? Do you need some water?" I was half way through a bottle of wine myself but it didn't look like she needed any more booze. "Sure, I went to a party, it was fun but things got kinda weird towards the end." I brought her the water and we sat on opposite sides of the kitchen island. "Oh yeah? How so?" I was anticipating more boy trouble; it seemed she always had a revolving door of admirers to juggle. "Well Ashley...from school, I made out with her." This was a bit of a surprise but I hid it, I didn't want her to feel any stranger about the situation. "That's just college, I'm sure these days it's pretty normal for those things to happen." "Did it ever happen to you?" I laughed. "You better not tell Julie a word of this but yes, I made out with my roommate's older sister once in college, it was no big deal really." I had done more than make out with her but I wasn't going to tell Piper that; the pang for those times when I felt like I could do anything returned. There was an awkward pause between us as Piper looked at her glass of water. "Ashley's such a phony anyway, she's always hitting on all the other girls and says she only likes women but I don't know anyone who has done more than kiss her, I think it's all for attention." She downed the rest of the water. "Did you enjoy it? You know did you ever want to do more with this girl you mentioned?" I wasn't sure that I was enjoying where this was going so I absent-mindedly picked the glass up and walked to the fridge to refill it. "Lisa was her name...sure I enjoyed it but we kept it friendly," a lie. The memory of the weekend spent with her, exploring ourselves made my stomach knot. I became aware of Piper getting up and following behind me as I poured the water. I turned with the glass in my hand and met her green eyes, a foot away from mine, usually sparkling with glee but now staring at me with intent. "I wanted to do more tonight but I don't think Ashley was the right person." She took the glass of water and set it down on the counter. "Well then maybe just wait for the right..." I was cut off as Piper leaned in to kiss me, I recoiled, leaning back to avoid her lips and gently pushing her back. "No, Piper, what are you doing?" "I don't want Ashley..." She came again at me, she was almost my height but was more petite, her hands reached out this time, to touch my cheek and pull me in; I fended them off as best I could, not wanting to get too physical. "Piper, this isn't a good idea, you've had too much to drink, just think about things..." She held my face stronger this time, looking into my eyes. "I've been thinking about things for a long time...please..." She kissed my lips and this time I didn't try to move out of the way, hoping that one kiss would help her come to her senses. As our lips touched the back of my mind quietly let an inkling of control fall, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her perfume hitting my senses. "Please Piper...I'm Julie's mom...we can't do this." My voice sounded suddenly weak, my heart starting to beat faster; my body needing an extra breath now. "Nobody needs to find out...just tonight." She kissed me again and I let her hold it for an extra second, my eyes closing briefly, my body responding despite my sensibilities screaming at me to stop. Her hand ran down my body and slipped between my thighs, moving upwards toward my crotch. I jerked and pushed it away but she didn't stop, pressing her body closer to mine, her hand going back to my thighs. "Please don't do this..." It was an honest plea to stop before we did something we regretted, but it was lost on her. "Just tonight...I promise." We kissed again and this time our tongues met, I whimpered with the feeling, my body now reminding me that I hadn't had any intimate contact for over a year. I moved to push away her insistent hand but I failed to get to it before it pressed against my mound, making me gasp as its tenderness resonated through my body, signaling the end of my protests. Piper stopped to look at my face, smiling slightly as she realized as well that I had given in. What followed was a race to bring each other to an orgasm. Our mouths locked and our tongues dove into each other's mouths, my hands now on her body as well, groping and squeezing everything, pressing against her crotch through her jeans. We broke for air and to shed clothing in intervals, my skirt went, her top was pulled over her head and discarded, my blouse was unbuttoned and her jeans were pushed down to her ankles. We sank to our knees on the cold kitchen floor tiles, not having the patience to move to a bed or a couch. We opted out of removing our bras, simply pulling the straps over our shoulders exposing our breasts and hard nipples for the other's mouth. We paused for a second to take in our bodies, my large bosom with thick nipples, her smaller upturned breasts with aching pink points. It was only a momentary respite before our mouths and hands returned to each other. We took turns suckling on each other, our hands now finding each other's clit, soft pleas urging each other on. Our fingers slid into each other, making us moan in tandem panting between kisses, our movement more feverish with the increase in sensation. We both came quickly and violently, our legs seizing up and clamping together; our free hands, mine in her hair and hers on my breast, clenched and pulled us tighter together as we cried out. We shuddered through the aftermath, holding each other long after it went, knowing when we finally released we would have to face the guilt. And the guilt did come, like a bullet to the heart. We let go and stood up, putting our clothes back on while avoiding the other's eyes. It took concentration to not cry immediately, I cleared my throat to disguise the oncoming tears. "I think you better go Piper..." I let myself glance at her once and saw that her tears had already started as she stared at the ground, making her way out the door. The second it was closed behind her the dams broke and I sobbed. I cried for many things, for the betrayal to my daughter, for my inability to stop what I felt was wrong. Deep down I knew that the most upsetting thing was that I had just experienced a passion that had been absent in my life for almost twenty years and that I couldn't continue it. *** Saturday passed without any drama and by Sunday evening I was beginning to hope that the event could be forgotten about, hidden in memory like a dream. But then the texts came. She had only used my number a few times before, when Julie's phone died at the movies and they needed a ride. I can't stop thinking about you. My heart plummeted for fear; the possibility that it would be forgotten was gone. It was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened. I want to be with you again. My head ignored the message but my body didn't. I tried to masturbate that night while thinking about anything else: a man, another woman, but Piper would infiltrate the scene, cutting my brain off at every turn. And ultimately it was her that pushed me over the edge, the shame returning afterward. Another day went by until the familiar knock was heard late afternoon on Tuesday. I readied myself to be stern and to put our indiscretion in the past. It was a fruitless effort as beyond the door Piper was standing with tears rolling down her cheeks. "I tried to..." she could only manage before I took her hand and pulled her into my arms as I hated myself for doing this to her. She cried against my neck, hugging me tightly until her sobs died and I felt her wet lips kiss my skin. I didn't protest this time, I couldn't; my will was outgunned by Piper and my body's need. When she looked at me with puffy eyes I stroked her face before kissing her tenderly, reigniting the passion. This time we made it as far as the couch before urgency took its stand and we frantically shed our clothes. I knew it was wrong and I even whispered a helpless "No" as Piper kissed her way down to between my legs. She didn't listen and I spread my thighs in resignation, giving her mouth what it wanted. My clit was swollen and hot and her tongue was the balm to take away its ache. Her eyes glared up at me, watching me moan and twist my face to her hunger. When she pushed me over the edge I screamed her name out and squeezed my thighs around her head. If there was regret after my orgasm it was hidden by my desire to taste her. I kissed her deeply, sucking my sex from her tongue and then throwing her back onto the couch. She grunted as I started to lick her, drinking from her running hole. She twitched and squirmed through with every lap I laid on her, squeezing her own breasts as I pressed my mouth harder on her. She came with a squeal, my arms holding her hips down through her spasms, not giving her any rest from my mouth. I lay on top of her once it was done, our heavy breathing filling the silent room. We stroked and cradled each other, letting the time pass without saying a word, both of us lost in a cocktail of excitement and dread. When she finally left it was only a goodbye with our eyes and a gentle squeeze of the hand. We both knew that it wasn't the last time. And so the pattern continued. Piper would visit me in the evening or after class, we barely talked from the moment I answered the door to the moment she left. Our lovemaking became less rushed as we sought to prolong the intensity, eking ourselves to a climax instead of charging through it. We would sit or stand naked in front of each other, taking turns to explore our bodies with our hands and mouths, looking deep into each other's eyes. On the sixth encounter Piper broke her silence. She was lying on top of me in the bedroom, straddling my thigh, our hips grinding on each other. We were clasping each other's faces, staring deep in the other as the friction slowly built, perspiration forming where our skin met. We were moaning together with every pelvic thrust. When Piper got closer she gasped the haunting words I had hoped would never come. "I'm in love with you..." It scared me and I couldn't respond but my hips never stopped moving. All I could do was kiss her, but she managed to say them again once more before our tongues met, the words almost accelerating our climax that followed shortly, my hands squeezing her buttocks into me as I came. She spent the night for the first time on that occasion, and from that point on I stopped lying to myself that I wanted the relationship to end and began to look forward to every hour I got to spend time with Piper. We kept it private, only showing affection to each other behind closed doors, and even though there was an acceptance we still shared the fear of being caught. Our attraction for each other was voracious and we maintained the intensity of our early encounters throughout. Piper's appetite for experimentation was limitless; she was young and wanted to try everything with me; her eagerness waking a sexual curiosity that had laid dormant for years. I agreed to everything, the foreplay starting days before the act with a suggestive text that I would nervously accept. She would detail everything she wanted to do to me, building my anticipation until I would be left helplessly begging her to use my body however she wanted. In that way, almost seamlessly I ceded control to her until I realized one day I would do anything for her, the intoxication of our lovemaking had rendered me weak and powerless, hopelessly waiting for my next fix. Piper relished her role, always pushing the boundaries. We explored kink and role play; she told me what to wear and how to act, she would interrogate me when I was at my most aroused, always delving deeper into my mind to discover my next hidden fantasy. She transformed me into a confident sexual woman finally happy with her body free from self-doubt. Towards the end of May our moods changed; we became more introverted, we knew what was coming. Julie would be returning from college for the summer and our opportunities to be alone together would be severely limited. I almost resented my daughter for it, I was finally happy and now it was being taken away from me. I knew I was being selfish, that it would only last three months; so we both resolved to think positively, to make the few occasions together that summer truly special. *** It was awkward at first when Julie first came home, Piper and I reverting back to our previous dynamic. Piper almost spent more time around the house on the pretense that she wanted to spend time with Julie but I soon realized it was just to be close to me. At first we would exchange a knowing glance when Julie wouldn't notice or she would brush close to me, a hand on my arm if Julie left the room. But slowly we became more daring: a hurried kiss in the hallway or if Julie took a shower she would pin me against the wall, her wicked hand diving into my pants to pleasure me just enough to make me uncomfortably wet. She would tell me to wear a skirt and remove my panties before she came over, giving her free access in the brief stolen moments we had. Finally Julie planned to go to a movie with a guy she dated in high school, giving Piper and I a window to quench our growing frustration. Soon after Julie let her plans known to us, the text from Piper came asking how I wanted to be fucked; I responded with a single word: Hard. Our tease continued for two days, Piper telling me that I was to be her prisoner for three delicious hours, that I would need to be restrained and gagged to prevent the neighbors hearing my cries, I only encouraged her, promising that I would scream at the top of my voice. When Julie's car pulled out that Friday evening, I sat impatiently in the living room, my stomach dancing as the minutes crept by until I heard the door open and steps through the kitchen until Julie stood in front of me, wearing a sundress, glaring at me. "Bedroom." We walked upstairs in silence, going into the bedroom before standing in front of each other, my breaths short. "Why have you been turning me on all week Miss Olsen?" her green eyes sparkled under her auburn hair. "Because I need to be fucked and you're the only one that knows how I want it." It was part of the game, cold and purely physical; the loving tenderness would come later. "Turn around." She removed a tie from her purse, pulling my hands behind me and binding my wrists with it. She pulled open my blouse and pulled it down over my shoulders bunching around my hands to make my arms more immobile. I was facing the full-length mirrors on the closet doors, able to see her reach back into her bag to remove a phallus. She hiked my skirt around my hips, exposing my bare crotch; pantyless by her request. I groaned as she rubbed the length of the dildo between my wet lips, letting my clit feel the full length of the shaft, pushing against my hole, never inserting it, merely coating it with the production of my arousal. "This is what you want." She was looking at our reflection over my shoulder, raising the phallus to my mouth; allowing me to taste myself on it, letting my tongue glide up its length. She traced it down my chin and neck, leaving a trail of juice and spit, running down to my cleavage and the top of my breasts. Piper pushed me forward over the side of the bed, pulling her sundress off over her head leaving her standing naked. She fished a harness out of her bag stepping into it and then placing the rubber cock into the hole and fastening it around her hips. She removed another tie, this time wrapping it around my head, the material running between my teeth, letting me bite down on it like a rein. I grunted as she slapped my ass and then moaned as I felt her hand on my pussy, her fingers dipping into me and then spreading the natural lubricant over my entire mound. Then the pressure filled me, I sucked in air as she pushed inside of me, my vagina tightening and then relaxing to take more of its length. Only the initial strokes were gentle, probing my capacity before Piper began to administer longer and harder thrusts into me, the initial resistance evaporating as my body sang with relief to have something inside me. I watched it all in the mirror, my face contorting in pleasure as Piper fucked me quicker. Her eyes were fixed on the pistoning dildo, her breasts swaying with her body's movement. My grunts were barely muffled by the makeshift gag and they coursed through the room urgently, coaxing Piper to not hold back. I buried my face in the sheets to savor every stroke inside me, letting my climax build within me, my body tingling as I got ever closer. The Blackout I looked up one final time wanting to witness the surging orgasm, and then the most heart wrenching terror shot through me as my eyes gravitated to the figure standing in the doorway, her face was broken, struck by fear, disgust and incomprehension. But the worst thing on my daughter's face was the look of palpable devastating hurt: what a mother never wants to see on the face of her child. I twisted and desperately tried to stop Piper, screaming through my gagged mouth, but it only served to encourage; her face intent, oblivious to our audience. She gripped my hips tighter as I tried to roll free, all the time pumping inside of me. My body was stunned by shock and the arousal was going but the orgasm was still coming. Panic set in at the realization that my daughter could witness my climax and my brain screamed at my body to will it away, to reject the stimulus in my flesh. In those brief seconds however, the nerves that mattered most claimed victory, and my unwanted peak erupted through my being, surprising me in its intensity as my head collapsed into the sheets, tears streaming down my face as I wished the interminable waves of ecstasy to stop. When I shamefully raised my head, my daughter was gone, the sound of her slamming bedroom door rocking the house and echoing into my room where we were both panting for air. "What the fuck was that?" Piper exclaimed as she undid the saliva drenched gag. "Shit! Untie me, Julie's back and just saw us." "What?! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!" She loosened my binds enough for me to shimmy my wrists free, putting my clothes back together as we both paced up and down in a nervous turmoil. "What are we going to do?" she whispered loudly. "I don't fucking know Piper, we fucked up." I really didn't know. My first concern was for Julie's safety, I had to check on her to see if she was going to be ok. I was dreading it but it was my responsibility. "Should I go talk to her?" "No, I should. You better go home...you won't want to hear this." Piper nodded, gathered her things and left. I straightened myself out one last time before knocking on Julie's door. "Julie honey can I come in?" There was no answer but sobs could be heard through the door. I let myself in and my heart broke. She had her face in her hands, her body shaking; she looked up at me with sheer anguish. "How long?" Tears began to roll down my cheeks. "Three months...almost four...I'm so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you Julie...it just happened...I guess I was just lonely and..." "So you fucked my best friend?!" "I know I'm so sorry...it's not right...it's my fault, I just want you to know that I love you...we both do..." "Why couldn't you find someone else?! You're not even a fucking lesbian!" There was pure anger in her voice and I knew it was not going to disappear overnight. Her whole life had just flipped upside down with no warning. "I know...I'm...I'm sorry." "Just leave me the fuck alone!" I did. "Ok Julie, you're upset but I want you to know it's over...it never should have happened in the first place." I left her crying, going to my room before I broke down, curling into a ball on my bed, despising myself for what I had done and also mourning the end of a relationship where I had been truly in love. *** We didn't talk for the next three weeks. Julie was barely around and when she was, an icy resentment permeated the space between us. I tried several times to reconcile but I was brushed off and ignored, left to hope that time would heal. I met with Piper to end the relationship, telling her that we couldn't continue as her tears fell into her coffee. She begged and pleaded with me to not end it, promising that we would be more careful but I held firm this time, hugging her goodbye and telling her that I loved her one last time before I walked away. But of course it wasn't the last time; Piper continued to text me desperate pleas and when they failed she tried her erotic self again, trying to seduce me once again to give in. Wall by wall and layer by layer she succeeded. My brain wanted to protect Julie but my heart and body were never truly willing to let Piper go. After a week I agreed to meet her discreetly at the mall; meeting in a department store like a mother and daughter going shopping. We selected random clothing to supposedly try on in the changing rooms. Once the door closed on the stall our restraint deserted us, her mouth attacking mine, sucking on my neck and chest before she flipped me around and pulled my underwear down from under my dress. I bent over and she pushed her face into me from behind, licking me like I know she loved to, making me bite my knuckle to prevent my groans as I came on her mouth. We continued to meet like this, in public places where we could satisfy ourselves, a bathroom stall, outdoors at night, or a secluded spot in my car. They were fevered, rushed encounters, without the comfort of a bed or the time for foreplay. I told myself that it was out of necessity, but it was also thrilling and it peeled another layer off my inner animal. In the throes of my orgasms I would close my eyes and imagine being caught, the stall door opening or a stranger spotting us. It heightened the feeling, but afterwards I knew that there was a larger darker fantasy that was lurking. I refused to feed it, shunning the temptation to go down the rabbit hole, but it refused to leave me alone until it finally invaded my dreams. The same sensations were there, my wrists bound and my mouth gagged, unable to stop it, the dildo deep inside me. Then my daughter appears, watching me, ignoring my muffled apologies, just staring at us as her hand moves over her body. When I awoke, tears had formed from my horror but the greater shame lay between my legs: an unbearably damp reminder of my intense arousal. I tried to erase the image but it was impossible, my daughter's dark eyes haunted me. *** Julie finally broke her silence while I was watching TV, sitting down on the couch. "Mom, I'm tired of being angry." It was a wave of relief; I knew these were the first small steps to repairing our relationship. "Oh Julie I'm so very very sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen like this." "Do you love her?" She was still being cold but at least there was communication. I looked down at my hands, ashamed to meet her eyes. "Yes, I do. It came out of nowhere honestly, I have been just so dreadfully lonely for so long, she made me feel like a different person, like someone I wanted to be. She made me...happy." I started crying, partly for shame but also from anger that I wasn't allowed to be happy. "I'm sorry too, I'm just scared that I'm losing the two closest people in my life...it's just so messed up." "No, I would never do that to you, you're always my priority. If you want us not to be together then I'll do it." I'm not sure if that was a lie or not; I had already tried once to break things off but I hoped that if it meant that Julie would be happy that I could find my strength. The offer hung between us, the seconds ticking by; my heart in my mouth awaiting her response. "No, I want you to be happy, I guess I just have to get used to it." With that she went to her room. There was no hug, it was still too fresh of a wound for it to completely heal but it was a start. Two days later, both Julie and Piper came back to the house together. Piper had told me that they were going to meet up to talk about things and I had been anxiously awaiting the outcome. Both their eyes were blood shot from the encounter. Julie offered me a wan smile before disappearing to her room, leaving me alone with Piper. "How did it go?" She kissed me on the cheek and hugged me. "I think it's going to be alright." *** Piper stayed the night for the first time that night. Our lovemaking was slow and silent, both of us relishing the chance to feel the warmth of our bodies against each other; our passion now unfettered by time. We climaxed quietly, muffling our cries with pillows to not disturb Julie in the adjacent room. The next weeks witnessed a thaw between the three of us. My relationship with my daughter never completely returned to normality but she was at least cordial to me and even managed the occasional smile. Julie and Piper began to spend more time with each other; apparently mending their relationship completely. I was busy with work and they naturally fell back together with little to do during the summer. Piper would still stay the night with me when she could and Julie no longer seemed to mind, or at least would disappear conveniently to hide her discomfort. I was happy that their relationship had not been ruined but as the days went by and they stayed away from the house for longer evenings, coming back giddy and laughing, I began to feel a pang of jealousy. I hid it but there was the creeping feeling I was being marginalized, my time with Piper was slowly becoming just sexual at the end of the night. "Do you ever talk about me?" I asked her one evening in bed. "Yeah...sometimes. She asks about things." Piper was tipsy. "Like what?" "Well you know...stuff...like what we do..." She giggled. "What? And you tell her?" "Not everything...she was really grossed out at first but I think she's just curious you know?" The image of her interrupting us invaded my mind again, the dream of her watching us; I snapped the memory shut and let the conversation go, not wanting to explore it. It was only a few days later when it confronted me again. I had had dinner with an old friend that was in town and I returned home late. The lights were still on and as I entered the living room Julie and Piper were sitting on the couch. In the split second that they came into view they jerked away from each other, it was same as catching them in the act, the instinctual panic of being caught kissing by your parents evident on Julie's face. She blushed and excused herself to her room. I glared at Piper but she didn't show any remorse. "What the fuck Piper?" I was hurt. "Relax, it was only a kiss, she just wanted to try it." She had stood up to put her hands on my arms; I shrugged them off me. "But what about us?" "It's ok, it was her idea...I was just talking about you and me and...she said it was turning her on..." a sheepish smile had crept across her face that hinted at something mischievous. My heart started to pound heavily in panic. I turned and left, dozens of thoughts running through my head; I needed to remove myself from the house. I drove to the convenience store and for the first time in over ten years I bought a pack of cigarettes, smoking three in rapid succession. My head didn't know what thought to tackle first. The idea that my daughter had become aroused by stories that included me, the suggestiveness in Piper's voice when she had told me, or the darker thought that the image of the two of them kissing secretly turned me on, that I wished I had caught them doing more. When I returned home the house had assumed a foreboding aura, like a horror film it had steadily transformed from a place of safety to a place of menacing danger. It was quiet when I entered and I feared that I would encounter them together again but Piper was in my bed alone crying. "I'm so sorry, I don't want to lose you, I'm such an idiot I just thought...I don't know I just want to excite you, please I'm so sorry." My heart caved and I saw her as the young girl she was, confused and desperate to make the person she loved happy. I hugged her tightly before taking her upstairs. Our sex was intense, our faces pressed together as she brought me off roughly with her fingers inside me. "I want to hear you moan," Piper demanded as her ministrations quickened. I gave in and released the groans I had been keeping quiet, for once not caring that I might be heard, letting them grow louder through my climax, swearing at the top of my voice once I reached my peak. Once my body recovered I went to the bathroom to pour myself a glass of water but I stopped dead once I entered the dark hallway. Soft whimpers were emanating from Julie's room, her door slightly ajar and a sliver of light illuminating the hallway. At first I thought she might be distressed but as I approached my gut knew that the noises were of a sexual nature. Against my better judgment I peered into her room to find my daughter masturbating naked on her bed, one hand between her thighs and another squeezing a nipple. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy. I felt heat rise to my face as I couldn't ignore the beauty of the scene. She had matured into a woman, retaining my soft curves but still being blessed with her father's Latin complexion. I tore my eyes away to creep towards the bathroom, embarrassed that I had watched a second too long. I froze again in the hallway to hear her climax with no attempt to mute herself; just like I had done minutes before. When I returned to my room her door was shut and I felt panic at the fact she might have heard me pass. Piper was half asleep and I was left alone with my thoughts, I was still wet below and even though I told myself it was still from the sex, I knew deep down some of it had been refreshed by the brief sight of Julie. I pushed the idea away but one fact rose to my brain which scared me: Julie had never left her door open since she had been a child. The following few days I spent in a state of anxiety. Things continued as normal but I held my breath with every corner in the house I rounded, dreading what I might discover. Piper and Julie continued as if nothing had happened, but with every giggle or whisper I heard, my mind wondered what was being said and if I was their topic of conversation. Nothing else happened but there was a tangible rising tension between the three of us that made me excuse myself when in their company. Then the blackout came. *** In early August the worst storm in a decade swept through the state. The weather report had warned of its arrival but not of its intensity. I had heard the rumbling in the distance and took a shower before the lightning arrived. I had just finished toweling off when the power went out, throwing the house and street outside into complete darkness. I fumbled for my robe and began to feel my way out of the bathroom into the hallway. It was no brighter out there. "Guys, I'm going to find a flashlight..." I called out to the house. There was no response, but they were in the house somewhere as I had heard them come back before I stepped into the shower. I made my way slowly down the hall, finding the top of the banister to lead me down the stairs. I measured the depth of the steps taking my time to be careful. Outside a crack of lightning signaled the storm was nearing. At the bottom of the stairs I let the wall guide me into the living room where I headed towards the kitchen. In the middle of the room I was stopped by a soft movement in front of me, and then a hand that gently ran down my chest to my stomach. "Piper? Where's Julie?" "Shhh..." I listened to the gentle hush drop to my waist, the presence of Piper kneeling in front of me forming in my head. A hand undid my robe and ran over my hips; a gentle kiss was planted just below my navel. I giggled at her naughtiness. "No...what about..." I was cut short by her tongue snaking between my legs and running over my clit. I gasped and bit my lip. I couldn't help but to spread my legs a little further apart, I was immediately turned on by the spontaneity. Piper accepted the invitation and pulled my hips onto her mouth, lapping at me eagerly. Through the haze of pleasure that started to build in me, there was a small voice in my head that was telling me that something was not quite right, that the feeling of Piper's mouth was slightly different. It grew louder with every lick until lightning illuminated the room and there in the flash, Piper was sitting on the couch, wide-eyed, her hand down her shorts as she stared at my waist. My heart plummeted in the ensuing darkness, a terrifying realization striking me. "No...no...no...no...no..." I repeated, horrified I reached down to stop Julie and pulled her up to a stand, holding her cheeks in the dark. "No Julie baby this can't happen..." I begged her. Her hands reached out to my waist stroking the sides of stomach under my robe. "But I want to..." she whispered. I tried to move her hands away but her face came down on my neck to kiss it. "No...baby...this is...this is wrong..." there was desperation and fear in my voice. I pushed her head away from me but then her hands returned to my stomach, feathering just under my breasts. "Can you not feel it Mom?" The question made me pause, I didn't know what she meant until my panic briefly took a back seat to her touch. I realized my skin was lit up at every point that she touched me. I was trembling everywhere; the spot where she kissed me on the neck was burning. My heart was reminding me that her touch was wrong by pounding harder, making my blood rush and turning my entire body into a pulsing nerve. In the back of mind I realized that this sensation could only be created by the forbidden, that no one else but my daughter could elevate my body to such a state of sensitivity. "No...we just can't..." I was beginning to sound helpless. Fear and panic still remained but they were getting drowned out by the temptation of raw pleasure. I tried to keep her hands away but they were weak and she persisted, running one down my neck to set off more sensations. "I love you but I need this..." "I want this too..." Piper had crept up behind me; her presence had been an afterthought until she kissed my neck and pushed the bathrobe over my shoulders, I held it there as a last line of defense, knowing if it fell my life would never be the same. Lightning struck again closer, imprinting a vision of my daughter in my mind. Her eyes were hungry, her mouth slightly agape, her breasts strained against her tank top. She was beautiful; my stomach tightened as I realized I wanted this as well. The robe fell to the ground and Piper's hands ran down my arms to my wrists, pulling them behind me, this time I didn't struggle. "Kiss her..." Piper whispered over my shoulder. I wasn't sure who the order was for but we both obeyed as Julie's hands cradled my face, her lips meeting mine. My heart winced and my lips tingled as I gave in, our tongues meeting, the taste of myself still lingering in Julie's mouth. The sensation jolted me into a frenzy; it was overwhelming and stripped me of my last care. We both growled in tandem through our locked lips. I ripped my hands free from Piper's grip to clutch my daughter's face, pulling it tighter to my mouth. Julie's hands also exploded into activity as I felt them grope at my breasts. "Suck on her..." I heard Piper order again. The words sent a frisson to my nipples, already hard from arousal I felt them almost reach out further into the darkness for my daughter's mouth. I let go of her face; the lightning was frequent now, making the room strobe. I watched between flashes as her soft wet lips closed around a hard tip, her tongue darting to lick it before sucking on me. I groaned as the exquisite emanated from my breast to all points of my body. Her black eyes looked up at me no longer seeming to belong to my daughter but instead a possessed succubus full of devilish intent. Behind me I could feel Piper's naked form press against me, her head on my shoulder as she watched, her hands starting to move down body. Julie released my nipple but before she could move to my other breast I stopped her to pull her top off over her arms, undoing the buttons on her shorts as she effortlessly undid her bra. I buried my face into her breasts, savoring her soft skin with my lips, nursing on her nipples to elicit a sweet whimper. She pushed her shorts down over her hips allowing me to cup the wet folds between her thighs, the whimper being replaced with an urgent groan. The Blackout It served as a starter gun, initiating a dash to bring each other to the sinful orgasm we knew was wrong. I was desperate to finish what we started before the lights came back on and revealed the horror we were committing. The flickering light compounding to my addled state of arousal, my hands groping and my tongue searching for anything they could find. Piper was always close by, stroking us, gently guiding us through our lust, until I found myself on my knees, my mouth pressed hard against my daughter's clit, her legs spread wide as she sat on the couch. I pushed her thighs up to her shoulders, letting me lap deeply. Her moans rose with the claps of thunder around us, her body trembled with every stroke of my tongue, my chin slick with her fluids. She came with a piercing shriek, gripping my head in place as she bucked against my face, using it to milk every last throe. I barely had time to catch my breath before she brought my mouth to hers to taste herself, almost scaring me with her carnality. She swiveled me to sit down as she licked her way down my body to my pulsating crotch and, God help me, I did nothing to stop her. The adrenalin had pushed me to a different plain where only my flesh mattered. "Oh God!" I cried out as her mouth found my clit, a searing bolt of pleasure hitting my brain. There had been nothing that had come close before and in the flashing light I saw Piper look up from kissing Julie's back to give me a hungry glare. Julie continued, emboldened by my cry, long hard licks from the bottom of my labia to finish up swirling around my screaming clitoris. My orgasm built and with every lap my daughter laid on me came the expectation that the next one would push me over. It instead continued to grow inside me, my grunts breathless, tears beginning to stream down my cheeks, until eventually, and mercifully, I climaxed, cursing and screaming my daughter's name at the ceiling, shuddering as the tension of our taboo was released in large waves. As it left me, my eyes remained closed and the room was still. For a moment I felt that I would awake from a dream, embarrassed by its dark content but still relieved by its fiction. Then fingers stroked my cheek, and the thunder once again clapped. I felt Julie's body move to lie on top of me, her mouth coming down to kiss me once more, my scent on her face. The storm wasn't over.