2 comments/ 31503 views/ 1 favorites Growing Pain By: SunrockSin When it became obvious he couldn't work anymore, Dwayne took to simply sitting out on his porch all day lost in his daydreams. He enjoyed the sights and sounds of his back yard with the two cottonwood trees that seemed to always attract all sorts of songbirds. Why he could simply listen for hours to the birds singing, distracted only when the squirrels, running the electrical wires, would peer down and bark at him. The weather had been nice that summer and he never got too hot because even on the warmest days a cool breeze gentle stroked him. It was fortunate for him that the weather stayed mild on into the early fall because, as time passed, he was forced to not only spend his days out on the porch, he had to sleep there too. Although by then just when it seemed things were coming to a head, he was still unable to move from his deck chair. Day and night Dwayne had to recline in the chair with his pants left open and his cock simply hanging out for most everyone to see. He had been able to keep it a secret for a surprisingly long time as his organ slowly slid out into the lawn but, all too soon, it had reached the back gate and had nowhere to go but into the neighbor's yard. The shocked couple rushed over to confront Dwayne but immediately saw his ordeal and decided to help. At first they simply hid his cock behind a trellis but, later, they were even kind enough to keep the rose bushes trimmed back away from his blossoming member. Things remained relatively calm for Dwayne for a while then, his neighbors extended the trellis as he continued to grow, and the winter was very mild. When the temperature did drop to an uncomfortable level, the neighbors carefully covered up his bare skin while they covered their more delicate plants. Out on his porch he would simply wrap himself in a heavy blanket and watch as the moon slid in and out of the clouds. By the next spring Dwayne was beginning to get a bit horny and he spent some long afternoons calculating the square root of two out to the fifty-seventh decimal point over and over again. That intricate math problem kept him out of trouble until mid June when one evening he drifted to sleep and began to dream of caves. First they were of small caves, like the small gold mines that dotted the nearby foothills, but soon he dreamt of coal mines and then finally he dreamt of the Carlsbad Caverns. Why a large dark hole just about the size of his cock might excite him is anyone's guess, but suddenly his cock began to grow. As he slept and dreamed of sliding in and out of the Carlsbad Caverns his cock rose up into the night sky. The moon wasn't out so his erection was concealed in the darkness until it began drifting into the cone of light his neighbor used to light up his fine oak tree. At first it wasn't all that noticeable as Dwayne's cock hovered at the edge of the illumination but suddenly he shifted some and his cock leaned into the brightness, lighting the head of his cock up like some odd new blue moon. Immediately the neighborhood lit up with excitement as scientists, astronomers and all sorts of religious fanatics converged toward the newest heavenly body. Of course once they peeked over Dwayne's fence everyone dejectedly climbed back into their cars and went off chasing stars or UFOs or whatever they normally chase, everyone except for the fifteen couples who were married under the throbbing blue moon in an impromptu ceremony performed by, none other than, the Reverend Sun Myung Moon. After that night Dwayne's neighbors helped him by devising a comprehensive system of stakes and ropes so whenever his cock got hard, it would still remain hidden behind the fences. He was fairly successful in keeping his mind from wandering too much, working a lot of math problems in his head, until that one day when things suddenly changed for him. Looking over into his neighbor's yard, he noticed the wife in workout clothes and figured she finally decided to begin her workout program. Carol was an attractive woman who during her active high school and college years had been very fit, but after settling down she began to gain some weight. Over the years she got fairly big and although she had twice lost a considerable amount of weight, recently she gained it all back. Things had not been real good between Carol and her husband and Dwayne guess some of her weight gain may have been from the stress of their strained relationship. He often heard the arguing well into the night and couldn't help but feel he contributed to their problem. Recently he had even seen Carol's husband slipping into the house with another woman when she was away. Anyway, Dwayne guessed the husband was inside watching TV or sleeping, so he casually watched as Carol bent and stretched a bit. Heavy as she was, Dwayne still found her very attractive so he enjoyed watching as her breasts bounced and jiggled as she exercised and several times when she bent over to try and touch her toes he got a nice peek as her shorts gathered between her legs. After warming up for a while, she seemed to pause as if she just had an idea. After standing in the yard for a few moments she gazed over at Dwayne's cock and then walked over, peeking into her house. Apparently satisfied her husband was occupied she walked back into the back yard while pulling off her blouse. Dwayne watched in amazement as she then removed all her clothes except for her socks and shoes and then walked over to his cock. Stretching her arms wide, she grabbed his soft skin and quickly ran across her back yard with her arms still wrapped partially around him. The sensation jolted Dwayne and he sat upright as his cock quickly got hard. He watched her stretch her arms out again, grab his shaft and then run across the yard immediately turning and crossing the yard once again. As the enjoyable sensations flowed up and down his cock he continued to watch as she ran back and forth, back and forth. Finally he could hold out no more and closed his eyes as the pleasure shot through him and he came, his cum arching over the neighbor's front gate and splashing all over Carol's minivan. As he recovered from the pleasurable experience he watched as quick thinking Carol got dressed, grabbed some towels that were drying on the clothes line and was happily polishing her minivan with some odd new car wax when her husband peeked out of the door. She waved to him and only after he went back inside did she look over to Dwayne and blow him a kiss. Smiling, he waved back to her desperately hoping she intended to stick with her new exercise program. Growing Pains Lying on his bed looking at the ceiling was boring... Ryan, like any other eighteen year old, had hormones that were in turmoil, boundless energy and was permanently horny. There was nothing better to do that afternoon but to lie on the bed, look at the ceiling and try to fall asleep. Ryan's thoughts wondered in the direction they normally went - girls and sex, he felt the first stirrings of an erection and looking downwards he could see the outline of his swelling penis through the pair of briefs that he was wearing and there was not much that the thin fabric could do to stop the bulge from growing. Ryan had very little practical sexual experience and he burned to learn more. He was an only child with no sisters to grow up with, his experience of the female anatomy was that gleaned from catching a quick glimpse between the legs of his cousins when they came to visit. As the cousins became older so they became more aware of what they had between those legs and so the glimpses became fewer and farther between as they learned to keep their knees tightly together. His favourite cousins, Kate and Judy both eighteen, occasionally flashed their panties at him. Ryan was convinced that they did it on purpose just to see the lump in his jeans become bigger and more uncomfortable and they would whisper to each other and giggle. Just thinking about Kate and Judy was enough to make him push his hand down the front of his briefs and pull his erection free from the confined space inside. He took the shaft in his hand and slowly pulled downwards, retracting his foreskin and exposing the swollen head. He was well hung for his age with a good eight inch shaft and well defined head. Ryan remembered the day, not long age, that his cousins had come to visit. They had all been swimming, the girls were in two piece bikinis and Ryan could not keep his eyes off them. He swam past them under water so that they could not see that he was watching them. The fabric of their costumes clung tightly to their bodies in the water, perfectly outlining the shape of their mounds and the swell of their firm breasts tipped by nipples hardened by the cold water. Ryan's hand was now stroking up and down the shaft of his penis, pushing the foreskin over the head and retracting it again, continuously rubbing around the sensitive area at the base of the head. Ryan could still picture how Judy had sat on the edge of the pool directly in front of him, looked him straight in the eye and opened her legs to expose the area between her thighs. He had nervously looked down to see where the fabric of her bikini had pulled up in between outer lips of her vagina, perfectly outlining the shape of the one thing which he yearned to see fully exposed. There were fine hairs peeping out from the sides of the costume, teasing him, mocking him just as surly as Judy was mocking him by spreading her legs for him, knowing that it drove him wild and he could do nothing about it. By now Ryan was rubbing his erection at a rate which was fast bringing on an orgasm, he could feel the head of his penis swelling even more as it readied to shoot a stream of hot sperm out onto the wall next to his bed. "Hi Ryan" purred a female voice from the doorway. Ryan looked up in total surprise to see Judy standing in the doorway looking straight at his fully erect cock, not taking her eyes off of it for a second. "We've come to visit for the weekend" she said as he tried desperately to cover himself from her stare. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone I caught you wanking if you don't, oh, and by the way...nice dick " What could he say? She had caught him masterbating just as he was about to cum, he hadn't heard her come in and he had no idea how long she had been standing there watching him. All that he could stammer was something about him joining them shortly and she left. All traces of his formerly rampant hardon were gone. He knew that she would tell her cousin and from there on it would escalate until the whole town knew. It was a long time before Ryan ventured out of his room, expecting loud jeers- but there were none. Nobody mentioned a word about what Judy had seen, she just looked at him when no-one was watching and gave him a knowing smile. As he watched her she slowly looked down until her eyes were directly on the lump in his shorts. He could not believe it, Judy, the cousin that always made fun of him, was openly staring at his penis. No remarks of ridicule were passed this time, but if he had been able to recognise lust he would have seen it in his cousins eyes as her gaze yet again caused Ryan to get an erection. Ryan spent the afternoon with the family but could not stop thinking about what had happened earlier, every time he looked at Judy his thick shaft swelled in his pants. He found himself watching her every move, how her skirt lifted teasingly, almost revealing more but not quite, the swell of her breasts under her tight cotton shirt and how her nipples became erect if she looked down at the lump in his shorts. He soon realised that he was having the same effect on her as she was having on him, he wasn't sure of how much he was arousing her because he had no idea of what to look for. He knew that woman could not get a visible erection so what other signs should he look for? Later the families were around the pool. Ryan and the two girls were in the water. Ryan, as usual, had trouble keeping his eyes in his head as the girls wrestled with each other. At one stage Kate almost lost her top and Ryan had a full view of her firm breasts, seemingly floating, just above the water. Her nipples were erect due to the cold water and Ryan stared openly at them as Kate repositioned her top, knowing full well that Ryan could see her naked breasts but making no attempt to turn away. Kate looked around to make sure that none of the parents had seen her allowing Ryan to see her exposed breasts. This confused Ryan. He had enjoyed seeing his cousin's naked breasts but why had she allowed him to see them? Ryan saw the girls whispering to each other. "Here it comes" he thought "back to their old tricks" He turned his back on them and swam to the side. The parents were all moving inside, Ryan floated at the one end of the pool looking up at the sky, it was almost dark and the lights around the pool came on, throwing shadows over the water. Suddenly Judy and Kate were right beside him. Each took a shoulder and they pushed him under the water, at first he fought going under but he became aware of two female bodies very close to his, rubbing against him. As he went under he felt his arm brush against Judy's breasts, he almost choked. As he continued to pretend to resist them he was pulled up again to breath and his other hand touched Kate's leg - wow, this was great. Down he went again and this time his hand was pushed behind Kate and came to rest on her thigh just below her the elastic of her costume. He kept his hand there, waiting for it to be pulled away, but it wasn't. Ryan felt his heart beating as if wanted to climb out of his chest, by now his penis was so hard he could feel it throbbing inside the baggies he was wearing. The girls brought him up for air again and it was now obvious that they had no intention of drowning him, far from it because his other hand was strategically placed over the swollen left breast of Judy. Both girls were breathing heavily, their breasts rising and falling in time. With each breath Judy's breast was pressed firmly into the palm of Ryan's hand, he could feel the erect nipple in the centre of his palm and instinctively closed his hand around the mound. Judy gasped at his touch and Ryan started to release his grip, Judy brought her other hand up and covered his, pressing his palm firmly against the swollen breast in his hand, she moaned softly. Neither of the girls said anything, to anyone outside the pool it looked as if the three of them were resting at the one end of the pool, but to the three inside the pool the time for making fun of each other had suddenly ended and would never be the same again. Kate stood very still, took Ryan's hand off of the back of her thigh and slowly rubbed the palm of his hand upwards over the top of the costume covering the one firm cheek of her buttocks. She rubbed in such a way that his fingers were pushed between her thighs and he felt the first hint of the soft heat that radiates from there. It was his turn to gasp and Judy asked if he was enjoying himself, he could not answer, it felt as if the water had turned into melted butter and he was in a dream from which he did not want to wake. Kate continued rubbing Ryan's hand over her buttocks, all the time pushing his fingers deeper between her thighs and then up between the cheeks. Judy had, in the meantime loosened her top and pulled it out from beneath Ryan's fingers. There was now nothing between his hand and Judy's naked breast, she sucked in a deep breath as she felt his warm fingers cover the curve of her and she pressed against his hand. Ryan felt Judy lower her other hand, touching his chest, slowly moving her fingers up and down his chest, feeling his erect nipples, tracing the outline of his muscles. He knew he was going to come very soon, his balls were aching, swollen to bursting point. Ryan felt Kate moving, he realised that she was slowly pulling her costume down and out from under his fingers. He felt the waistband brush past his fingers and then the first sensation of Kate's naked flesh under his fingers. By now he was getting the hang of things and felt that he knew exactly what Kate wanted him to do and so he placed his hand back where it had been. He felt the warm space between her cheeks and traced it with the tips of his fingers from top to where it disappeared between her thighs. As Ryan's fingers touched the top of Kate's thighs something wonderful happened - she parted them, allowing Ryan to continue into uncharted territory. He pressed his fingers deeper between Kate's thighs, very uncertain of what was going to happen. He felt heat, the deeper he went, the more heat he felt until suddenly his fingers made contact with the swollen lips of her pussy. Ryan was unsure of what to do next until Kate spread her legs further and pressed back against his hand automatically slightly opening her outer lips and forcing the tips of his fingers deeper in between them. To Ryan it was like sliding his fingers into warm syrup, once his finger tips had parted the lips there was no resistance due to Kate's level of arousal and they glided inwards along the length of the outer lips until they came in contact with the tip of her clitoris. Kate moaned and pressed against Ryan, she reached between her legs guiding his hand again, rubbing his fingers against her clit until she was nearing orgasm. It was about that time that Judy, seeing what Ryan was doing to her cousin allowed the hand that was stroking Ryan's chest to slowly venture downwards over the waistband of his baggies and onto the fully hard shaft of his penis. She felt gently up and down the shaft, the head was enormous and Ryan knew he was about to spray semen all over the inside of his baggies, but Judy was careful not to make him come. Instead she slipped a hand under the loose leg of his baggies up Ryan's thigh, lightly brushing the soft skin between his thighs, under Ryan's balls, then upwards encircling his balls gently squeezing, feeling the soft spongy feeling between her fingers before wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft, it throbbed, driven almost to the point of no return by the touch of her hand. As Judy was getting her first feel of Ryan's penis Kate had positioned herself in such a way as to be able to introduce Ryan's fingers to the wet heat that exists beyond the tight entrance of her vulva. Kate had turned slightly to enable her to face Ryan and lift her knees in order for him to fully explore her vagina. Again she placed his hand between her thighs and Ryan could feel that she was fully exposed , noticing that she shaved her lips but left a small strip of hair just above her clit. He looked around quickly to check that the three of them were still alone in the pool area before he felt Kate again take his hand guiding his fingers to part her lips and open the tight wet hole between them. At first he was afraid he would hurt her by pressing against the opening but she continued pressing downward on his middle finger, guiding it up into her until he felt the hole stretch open under the pressure and his finger slide upward as the tightness of her closed around his finger. As his finger penetrated Kate's vulva for the first time Judy was busy pulling Ryan's baggies down below his knees. Again she took his penis in her hand and slowly stroked up and down the shaft, she pulled back Ryan's foreskin, exposing the head to her, now shaking, hands. Judy explored every part of Ryan's penis, paying particular attention to the sensitive area under the head. Judy gently pulled on Ryan's erection while placing her other hand under his waist, the result was that his hips were lifted out of the water, exposing his naked erection while he floated on his back with his one hand exploring Kate's vagina and the other gently massaging Judy's breast. As Ryan's shaft broke the surface both girls stared mesmerised at it as Judy continued to slowly stroke the shaft. "I'm going to cum" whispered Ryan. At that he felt the inner muscles of Kate's vagina spasm on his finger. "Me too" she moaned. Ryan felt his orgasm start at his toes and rise upwards towards his raging shaft. Nothing could stop it now and he felt Judy press harder against him. "I want to see the sperm shoot" she said and pulled his foreskin right down, leaving the head exposed to them to watch. After that things were a blur, he saw a long streak of semen shoot out of the end of his penis, Kate's vulva tightened around his finger and Judy gasped as she reached down between her legs, exploding into orgasm as soon as she felt the pressure from her fingers on her clit. Ryan felt as if he would never stop coming, he saw his cock squirting semen over and over again, with both girls watching as each pulse of his orgasm caused his penis to jump in Judy's hand. The spasms died down and Judy reluctantly released Ryan's still hard penis. Ryan slowly retracted his finger from its warm nest inside Kate, feeling the tight inner muscles close behind his finger. "Wow!" whispered Judy, "that was great." Slightly self consciously the three of them covered up, not speaking, trying to absorb what had just happened. Ryan still had a semi erection and was still very horny, he knew that he could easily do it over again but he wasn't sure of how the girls felt, he was amazed that he had been allowed to touch Kate's vagina and even thinking about the soft, warm folds stirred his shaft into another throbbing erection. Dinner was very uncomfortable for Ryan, every time one of the girls looked at him he found himself remembering what had happened earlier that afternoon in the pool. He felt something touch his foot, Kate had stretched out her leg under the table and was now slowly rubbing her foot up the inside of his leg. Ryan looked around nervously to see if anyone had noticed what Kate was up to. Everyone carried on eating and talking, oblivious to what was going on under the table, everyone that is except Judy who was watching Ryan's facial expression intently, knowing full well what her industrious cousin was intending. He frowned at Kate in the hope that she would stop the upward journey of her foot between his legs but she just smiled back at him in mock innocence. Her foot was now between his knees and he was determined that it would get no further as his thighs were together. Kate pushed her foot into the narrow gap between his thighs, trying to force a way in. Just the thought of what Kate was planning made Ryan hard, he parted his thighs slightly to allow Kate's foot to get closer to his burning root. Kate took full advantage of the moment he relaxed slightly and forced her foot up between his legs until her toes made contact with his rigid shaft. Ryan was caught by surprise and nearly gave the game away as he jumped slightly. Kate rubbed her toes gently up and down Ryan's shaft, he was completely at her mercy as there was nothing he could do to stop her without making a scene. Saved by the bell! Ryan's father announced that all the parents were going out for the evening to visit friends and that Ryan was to look after the girls whilst they were gone. "Me look after them? I'm the one that needs looking after" he thought when he saw the looks of mischief on the faces of the girls. They were all sitting watching t.v. when their parents left, the girls both on one couch and Ryan on another. The programme wasn't that good but they were watching it anyway. The girls had earlier changed into mini-dresses but Ryan was still in his baggies but he had taken off his shirt. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the girls shuffling around but paid no attention to them, it was some time before a low moan from Judy cause him to look in their direction. Judy was lying on her back with her head in her cousins lap and her feet towards Ryan. Kate was bent forward over Judy with her mouth firmly on Judy's, Ryan could see their tongues playing with each other. He was shocked at first, never having seen anything like this before but he soon realised that this was how the girls knew as much as they did, they swapped information and practised on each other. As he watched Kate reached down between the legs of her cousin and cupped her mound in her hand, gently massaging the softness beneath the dress and panties. Judy responded firstly by spreading her thighs to allow Kate's hand deeper access between her legs, and secondly she reached up and cupped Judy's one breast in her hand, rubbing inwards until her finger caressed the enlarged nipple. As Judy spread her legs her short skirt pulled upwards, giving Ryan a view of her panties where they covered the entrance to her vagina before they disappeared between the firm cheeks of her buttocks. Kate slipped her hand under Judy's dress, exposing her panties completely, Ryan could see that they were transparent in front and he then realised that Judy had no pubic hair, she shaved her pussy completely leaving her clitoris visible from where it stood out from between her swollen lips. Kate again covered her cousins mound with her hand. Slipping her fingers deeply between Judy's thighs she pressed her fingers against the fabric as if she trying to penetrate her cousin's vagina through her panties. Ryan could see the shape if Judy's lips as Kate pressed the thin material between them, parting the soft folds and causing the outer lips to become fully visible to Ryan as they were exposed by the retreating panties. Kate continued to stimulate Judy as she rubbed her middle finger slowly up and down from her clitoris to her opening, pausing briefly at the opening each time to feel the slippery wetness which was now clearly visible on Judy's panties and on her exposed lips. By now Ryan's penis was yet again rock hard, both girls kept taking a peep at him to be sure that he could see what was happening, his eyes were glued to the space between Judy's legs and to the hand which was stimulating Kate's, now naked breasts as Judy had feed them from the top of the mini-dress. Kate then slipped her fingers under her cousins panties from the side, this exposed Judy's entire vagina to Ryan. He saw for the first time the pink folds that were Judy's inner pussy lips and for a fleeting moment he saw where the inner lips had parted, slightly exposing the entrance to his cousin's vulva. He only got a glimpse because the secret opening was quickly covered by Kate's finger. Ryan saw Kate gently part Judy's inner lips and slowly insert her finger, moving in small circles around the opening until Judy moaned. She then slid her finger up along Judy's vagina until the now wet, slippery fingertip came in contact with Judy's exposed clit. Kate ignored Judy as she began to thrust her hips towards her fingers in an attempt to increase the pressure on the sensitive tip, she teasingly circled her cousins erection, Ryan could see the full length of Judy's clitoris as Kate gently pulled back the hood covering the swollen tip, she then gently rubbed the shaft, causing Judy to arch her back in order to press her clitoris harder against the source of the pleasure. Growing Pains This is my first time writing an erotic story and I'd welcome any feedback. *One Year Ago * Vanessa quickly off her computer and gathers her belonging and started walking out of the door of her favorite coffee shop when her phone rang and she looked down to get it from her bag when she hit something hard spilling her lukewarm coffee. 'Oh damn' she thought. "Oh so sorry" she said. "No worries I didn't like this shirt anyways" a gentle masculine voice said. Vanessa looked up and was held captive by calming grey eyes. When her brain started again she spoke "No, it was entirely fault I pay for the dry cleaning or a new shirt." Ethan looked down and thought 'she has to be the most beautiful ebony princess he had ever seen'. He gazed into her dark brown eyes and then roamed over her hourglass figure and thought about all the naughty things he could do to those curves. "Well how about we forget about my shirt and I take you to dinner." Her eyes widened 'This guy is out of his mind' she told herself. "Um...thank you but I can't let you take me to dinner." 'Yes, I dodged that bullet' "Okay, why don't you take me to dinner" he says. "You don't give up do you?" Ethan felt his dick stir and said "No, I don't. Not until you say yes." "We just met and I don't even know your name we can't go out to dinner." "That can be solved easily my names Ethan Russell, I'm 29 and I own my own sports marketing company. I'm not married and I have no children and you are?" she raises her eyebrows and then chuckles. "I'm Vanessa, 27 and I recently graduated from USC with a master's in fine arts." Ethan smiles "Now we know each other how about that dinner." *Present Day * Vanessa phone rings and bring her out of her daze and before she answered she know who it is she is picking her up for dinner. "Hello, Ethan" "Hey baby, have you missed my voice?" Vanessa smiles "Baby I just talked to you yesterday, honey." "Baby Girl, I'm at the door open up." She walks to the door and he wraps her up in a big hug and spins her around. "I just have to get my purse and then we can go." Ethan puts Vanessa down and she goes to get her purse and Ethan closes and locks the door. Vanessa walks back into the room. Ethan wraps his arms around her waist and starts kissing her neck. "Why... don't .... We just stay here." Vanessa starts taking off Ethan's cloths and he zips down her dress when they are naked he picks her up and carries her to bed room. Ethan spreads her legs and dives into her sweet core "Oh...Oh... Ethan don't stop." He runs her fingers through his brown hair as he continues his ministrations "Oh... I'm... Oh... Ethan ... I'm cumming". They are both panting "Cum for me baby come for me Vanessa" and he comes with a loud scream. "Ethan, please let me taste you." Ethan climbs up her body and lays down on the bed next to her. She positions herself between his legs and kisses the head of his cock. This she moves down his shaft with her right hand wrapping around his cock she is amazed at how her fingers don't touch. She moves her hand up and down his cock and then moves her head and starts licking him like a lollipop. "Oh...honey" Ethan moves his hand to her head and moves more of himself in her hot, warm mouth. "Yes, Vanessa ... keep sucking" he body tenses and he lets out a loud primal yell and squirts ropes of cum down her mouth and she swallows. The next morning Ethan sets breakfast on the breakfast and Vanessa comes out of the room wearing his shirt. "Good morning, sexy" she said. "Good morning, vixen". They sit down at the dinner table and start eating. "Honey, you cooking is wonderful." Ethan smile "I'm glad you enjoy my cooking baby and I have something to ask you." "Yes, baby." "Vanessa, you know how I care about you... Will you move in with me?" She looks at him with a shocked expression "I want to I really do but I...I think we should stop seeing each other... Um I have to go to the bathroom." Vanessa leaves a stunned Ethan on the table and goes into her bathroom. Her phone rings and Ethan picks answers it "Hello" and a voice comes through the phone "Go and never see her again or I'll kill you... Ethan." ****To Be Continued **** Growing Pains She was not always a part of my life, yet once I had met her, it often felt that way. We met as we began A Levels in our northern English college. From the first time I saw her I worshipped her; her brains, her beauty; her beautiful voice. She was everything I wanted to be. Before I desired her, I coveted all that she was. She has the voice of an angel; she revels in working for charities; she is the most academically gifted person I have ever met. Subjects I adored she shone at, radiating intelligence. She is beautiful: a face that draws you in even in its unremarkability. The silken, chocolate brown hair; the smattering of freckles over her Roman nose; the pink, plump bottom lip and the green eyes shining: always. She had a long term, steady boyfriend -- one of the first of our peers to do so. More informal classes would be regaled with hilarious sexploits and misshaps and I would sit and laugh and inwardly die. That's not true, for a long time I didn't realise the extent of my love. For a long time I laughed too. I have always formed deep bonds with few female friends; this did not appear any different. Looking back, that year was perfect. She had her enemies (jealous, popular bitches who it was generally reckoned --not just by me- were threatened by her talent and brains) and I would fervently defend her if her name cropped up in conversation. I regarded myself as her truest of friends. I was probably no more than a lapdog to her, but she kept me more or less beside her for that time. We worked together for the AS exams, in which she excelled and I did far better than I had expected (although not as well as my tutors had predicted). That summer seemed endless. Long family holidays meant that I didn't see her for the entire six weeks. The new school year couldn't start soon enough. And so the second year began, fraught with university applications and 18th birthday celebrations. Hers was early in the term and the party shared with her boyfriend, to celebrate their engagement. I was thrilled for her, thrilled for him, deeply envious that they shared that love. I couldn't admit to myself that my envy ran deeper. I was, I still am, afraid of these thoughts. Term ran on by, quickly skipping over Christmas, until we arrived at my 18th birthday. What was supposed to be a quiet dinner with my mum, stepdad, sister and two closest friends -- of which she was obviously one -- went embarrassingly pear-shaped thanks to an unwelcome intrusion by another family member. Fiercely humiliated I expected to be rejected by her. She surpassed my hopes with her capacity for kindness and generosity of spirit, even finding humour in my embarrassment. The events of my meal were quickly forgotten by the arrival of a far more exciting development, a week's foreign trip with the school. She and I were to be sharing a hotel room for seven nights. I couldn't wait. Slumber parties are always the best way to get more out of a friend and whilst I was afraid to put my finger on what "more" was, I knew I wanted it. I longed for the emotional closeness of a true best friend and confidante. We arrived at the hotel on the first night desperate for food and showers. She let me have first shower and I let her have first pick of the wardrobe space. When I got out I was increasingly self-conscious about my body, pulling the towel tighter and tighter around my body as she hunted through her suitcase for her toiletries. I should explain that, to put it mildly, I will never win a beauty pageant. (Not that we really have them in the UK, but you know what I mean). I do have a fairly pretty face, and I would have a pretty neat hourglass figure. However, I am fairly overweight which makes me feel horrific when faced with my gorgeous, skinny friends. My hair is my favourite feature; it's short and shaggy and dyed a popping cherry red that apparently accentuates my pale skin and green eyes. She, on the other hand, has the most perfect figure. She is toned without being overly muscular, tanned, with beautiful breasts and a perfectly rounded bottom. Finally she disappeared into the bathroom and I was able to change into a tracksuit and unpack my case. It did not take me very long to unpack and so I was reading a magazine by the time she came out of the bathroom, damp and flushed from the heat of the shower. In fairness to myself, I didn't notice she'd come out until she bumped a drawer closed. I looked up and was confronted with the most beautiful rear form I'd ever seen. Sneaking a peak at girls getting changed was something I had always, innocently, done. I assumed all girls did, to privately compare their body to that of their peers. There was never anything sexual in my looking, never really much thought at all, but I would always certainly have classified it as curious comparison. This was no different, apart from my brain registering the aesthetic value of my sight. I looked and looked, and then realised I was staring at her and quickly returned to my page before she turned around. I swear I didn't mean to look again. But then I had to have a drink, my mouth was suddenly as dry as cotton wool. I reached over to the nightstand and looked up so as not to knock over the glass of water. She was half facing me, drying herself as she hunched over to pull on her underwear. Her breasts hung down, subtly visible beneath her arm as she drew her underwear up those golden muscular legs to that perfect "v". I gulped down some water shakily as she straightened up and pulled her bra on, giving me an easy smile. If she knew I had been perving on her, (and I had to admit it to myself, I had been perving) then she did not ever mention it. But I digress. That night we lay in bed talking about, as teenage girls often do, sex. Laughing, she joked that she should have bought me a vibrator for my birthday as they were as good as the real thing for her. Unbidden, an image of her using such a toy flashed through my mind and I quickly blinked it away. She seemed surprised I'd never really discussed masturbation before. As these chats do, the topic then moved on, to a game of truth or dare. After some silly dares and some inconsequential truths the game got serious again. When I chose truth she asked me how far I had been with a guy. My response, no further than a series of disgusting kisses with fucktards of lads, who had taken advantage of my poor social standing and my even lower self-worth, almost reduced the pair of us to tears. She scooted across to my bed and gave me a cuddle. Then she hopped back onto her bed as she asked "Truth?" My mind went blank. Finally I stammered: "What haven't you done that you'd like to?" "What, sexually?" she giggled. I did blush quite a deep red at this point, and managed to mumble "not just sexually! In life in general too!" as we laughed. Then she went a bit quiet, so quiet I thought she'd dozed off. "I've never slept with a woman." Well, that certainly got my attention! She said it so softly I assumed I had misheard her. I asked her to repeat herself, and she did. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My stomach started churning and I couldn't help asking her incredulously if that was something she wanted to do. She told me that she had always found women attractive, but she had never slept with one mainly because she has only ever found straight women attractive. I thought I was going to be sick with nerves. One wrong move and I would be condemned as a disgusting whore, a dyke bitch, a tramp. As is typical with many high schools, I suspect, many of the pupils are outrageously homophobic. With hindsight, I think I have always, on some level, been attracted to women. Descriptions of the women in numerous so called 'bonk-busters' discovered in my early teens left me with butterflies. This I attributed to the general sexiness of the scenes, unconsciously glossing over the way that descriptions of "his throbbing manhood" did nothing for me. Discovering lesbian erotica for the first time when I was older I was fascinated by the description of only women's pleasure. (It's amazing what a Google search for "stories about lesbians coming out" will show you -- and the fact that I was interested enough in coming out stories to Google them should have been a sign for myself really). Night after night of masturbatory satisfaction was found imagining a tongue between my legs, although I would always tell myself that it was obviously a man's tongue and that I was just curious because it's one thing you cannot do to yourself. In my mind, the only reason I would admit to preferring lesbian scenes was because, as a virgin, I could relate to the bodies more: I just couldn't imagine a penis. I don't even have a vibrator for goodness sake! I was terrified of the thought of being a lesbian. I was never popular at school, distancing myself before I could be rejected and being ostracised as a result. I had huge body hang ups, relating to my weight and my height, which boys especially picked up upon and tormented me for. In a way, they were right. I was frigid: frigid with fear. The idea of coming out as gay would have meant questions and sniggers and rumours and there was no way of me to cope with that. Besides, how could I be gay? I'd never had a crush on a girl. There was no more playing after her little revelation, we shut off the lights and snuggled down into our respective beds. Nervous energy (not to mention jet-lag) kept me awake long after her deep breathing regulated with gentle snores. The sunlight streamed in through the curtains we had forgotten to shut the night before. I stretched and sighed, luxuriating in the warmth of the bed. My frame seemed slender, my skin smooth and supple in the dawn under my t-shirt. On the pillows beside me her hair fanned out. The cotton smelt of her vanilla shampoo and lemony soap. When had we merged into one bed? Her smooth back dipped and flared under her loose flannel shirt before the white sheets covered her bottom and legs from view. I gazed at her as she stirred from her slumber, rolling over to face me with a sleepy smile on her face. "Morning" she yawned, and smiled again, right before I gathered up all my courage and I leant over to press a kiss to her soft and peachy mouth. She kissed back, pressing her tongue to my lips, seeking access. My heart was pounding, I could not believe my luck. We kissed deeply for several long minutes, our tongues chasing and teasing as we explored each other's mouths. She wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me closer as my hands traced the graceful lines of her arms. I looked deep into her eyes. The eye contact only heightened the intensity of the kiss and I began to feel a tight knot of lust in my belly. Gently, I pushed her onto her back and held myself above her, breaking the kiss only to increase the delicious tension. She lifted her chin and I accepted the offering, the perfect delicate sensitive skin of her long and elegant neck. I kissed her jawline and downwards, briefly touching the fluttering hollow of her pulse with the tip of my tongue. I kissed and licked and nipped and sucked my way up to her left earlobe, lightly grasping it in my teeth. Her delicate groan of pleasure lit me to my core and fanned my increasing lust. I moved my attention lower, to her defined collarbone and down lower, to the glorious creamy slopes of her chest. I unbuttoned the loose shirt she had chosen to sleep in, so similar to that which I also wore. Sliding my hands into the opening, I reverently traced her soft mounds with the pads of my fingers, gently decreasing the size of my circles. I traced the edge of both aureoles, watching them pucker and crease with excitement. A gush of wetness reminded me of my own arousal, which was very much less important than hers to me at this point. She arched her back desperately, trying to increase the pressure of the sensation. I could deny her nothing. I traced my palm over her right breast, feeling the tight bud swell under my touch. I held my hand there as I leant down and swiped my tongue over her left nipple. Her moan was all the gratification I needed. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and dragged my tongue over and over the sensitive point. My hand continued to worry her other peak as she pulled my head into her chest. I switched to the other nipple, increasing the stiffness of the first as the cool air brushed it. I sucked and teased her until her moans were almost continuous. I looked up at her damp face, so beautiful in its arousal. My hands traced a path down her sides and across her stomach that my mouth was eager to follow. As my hands reached the juncture of her thighs they stilled, looking for the permission to continue. My tongue explored her tummy button, delving and diving as she wantonly spread her legs before me. That perfect jewel, the most private treasure of any woman, was leaking in excitement. I had caused that. Inexperienced, terrified little me. The smell was intoxicating, sweet and musky. I lightly traced my finger down one side of her lips and then up the other, causing her to flinch. She tasted sweet and tangy on my finger. I ran my finger from the bottom of her cleft to the top, indulging in her wetness. I repeated this motion, making sure to avoid the button at the top, angrily demanding attention. She lashed her hips about to try to force the contact but I managed to resist. I placed my arms over both her thighs, spreading them wider and holding her body still. I leant forward and plunged my tongue into her dripping centre. She screamed and thrashed as I pumped my tongue in and out of her, so I guessed I was doing something right. But there was more I wanted to do, so I slowed my pace and then withdrew, tracing upwards until I found her clit. I placed my lips around it and sucked, teasing it with the tip of my tongue. I felt the gush of warmth against my lower face as she came, panting my name in the most beautiful way. The alarm clock rang abruptly, scattering the fragments of my dreams. I couldn't place my surrounding, the unfamiliar bedroom setting. The school trip, the hotel came back to me slowly. I lay there in my pyjamas as my dream came floating back to me. I looked across to the other bed and was greeted to the same sleepy smile my unconscious had painted. I felt a million shades of embarrassed, and I stumbled quickly to the bathroom to wash before breakfast. The trip passed without such an incident, but in my "welcome home" session with myself I quickly realised there was a new, and clear, member to my fantasies. Images of my best friend, my love, tormented me - driving me wild with lust and crazy with confusion. I never planned to tell anyone this, least of all her. Unfortunately, alcohol has a way of robbing inhibitions and forcing painful honesty. Just before we left for university we had a final night on the town, clubbing until the early hours of the morning. The plan was for her to stay the night at mine. In the taxi home, this story was first confessed. Slurred through alcohol and tears it may have been, but the message of love was clear. I did not share my dream only that I loved her as far more than a friend and possibly always would. She arrived at my house, collected her stuff, and went home in the taxi. this is the way you left me/I'm not pretending/no hope, no love, no glory/no happy ending Mika "Happy Ending" Growing Pains & Pleasures Chapter 11: Annie E. There were now two distinct parts of my life. Annie, the guilt-ridden wife and mother who had acted like a slut for her husband's pleasure and, Annie the college student who was free to enjoy the life of a free and single woman. I understand now that because of my upbringing, my husband and children, I felt that I should have a certain lifestyle, with proper behavior and controlled emotions. When things turned out different from that, I reacted with shame and guilt and my self-image fell even farther downward. Because my husband, Tom, didn't seem to value me, I responded by not valuing myself either. I did what Tom asked me to do because I felt I had no right to say no or to refuse to degrade myself. I was tied to him and totally dependent in our relationship. My life at school was a separate, secret life. I had removed all responsibility as a wife or mother. I felt no compulsion to "behave" in a certain way, so there was no guilt about what I did. I did what I chose to do, for myself! I quickly learned to step from one life to the other, keeping my thoughts and emotions separated accordingly. Things at school were going great. I was doing well in class and had a great social life after class. At home, things were OK too. Tom had not pushed me about sleeping around for him. I suspected he might have a girlfriend, but he later told me he had no one else. We lived in a new subdivision and ours was the only house on our street for about six months. We had been there just short of a year. As neighbors built and moved in, we would stop by and offer a bottle of wine and neighborly greetings. Typical all-American family stuff. I played the role of housewife and shared coffee from time to time with the other women in the neighborhood. They knew I was back in school and I frequently had them baby sit when I was at school. Most were a little older than I was, but our kids were the same ages. Everything was fine. A younger couple moved in right across the street. No kids. Mark was 22 and Donna was 20. Tom and I hit it off with them right away. Mark owned a retail store and Donna was a secretary at a bank. Mark was average build with dark hair and eyes. Donna was a slender redhead probably 5-7 or 5-8 like me. She had a small waist, but large breasts for her slender frame. Tom noticed that! After a few times of chatting briefly, they invited us to come over for dinner one evening. This was great as we could leave the kids at home and be just across the street. I went back a couple times to check on them and they did fine. The oldest was 9 so I couldn't leave them all alone yet. I was 28, 5-8, about 120, brown hair green eyes, 36d-25-37. I looked quite young and dressed that way too. I could easily pass for early 20's. As a former cheerleader and homecoming queen, I was still "pretty". After the second or third trip across the street, I returned to Mark and Donna's and found the conversation had turned to sex. Mark had actually brought out some nude pictures of Donna, and Tom was looking at them. I didn't know what to do! Donna laughed a little and said Mark had this thing about her body. He loved to show her off. I listened as she described how she would let her breasts be seen in public by leaning over with no bra on. She would go out with no panties and a short skirt and flash men in restaurants. Mark found it exciting and she did too! I knew Tom loved hearing this. I recalled the feelings I had when I made love with Herb in the park and knew people could see us. I remembered how turned on Tom had been when I had exposed myself to strangers in the hotel lounge just a few months ago. It had gotten me really hot too! So hot I let them all fuck me before the night was over! Tom asked Donna if she had ever gone any farther than flashing. She looked at Mark who gave her an approving nod. She then told us about flashing her boss at work and then giving him a blow job in the copy room. She said that she now jacked him off or gave him a blow job almost weekly. Mark chimed in saying that this was a turn on for him and that when she told him about what she did, their love making was so much better. Tom was giving me that "I told you so" look. Mark said, "I don't know if I should tell you this, but a couple weeks ago, I watched Donna suck him off." Tom sat up as Mark continued. He had come to the office earlier and Donna had hidden him in the paper closet in the copy room. When her boss came in, Mark had watched the whole thing from the closet. Donna seemed a little nervous and said, "I hope this doesn't offend you guys. It's just harmless fun. We got married really young and never fooled around much, so this is our way of making up for that." I don't know why, but I looked at Tom and saw the wheels turning. I decided to tell them about us! I told Donna to relax. We had also gotten married young and decided that our marriage could handle some experimentation. I told them about my affair with Herb, the neighbor from our last house. I didn't tell about the weekend at the hotel, only about Herb and I visiting each other. I let Tom tell the part about watching Herb and I through the window from the garage roof. We all laughed about that one and things were suddenly less tense for us all. Tom told them about one of his flings with another teacher and we all felt like we were on equal ground. I went back to put the kids in bed and was gone for about a half hour. When I got back, Mark answered the door. I didn't see Tom or Donna and asked where they were. Mark took my hands and said, "Don't get upset, Tom and Donna are upstairs in the bedroom." My stomach flip flopped and I know I looked shocked. "It'll be all right. I've always wanted her to fuck somebody else. Tom said he'd love to be her first one! We can stop them if you want." "No", I said. "I just wasn't expecting this tonight." I really wasn't upset by it. After all I had my college thing going on and was far from being able to criticize Tom. Mark led me upstairs saying, "Let's watch them!" I had never seen Tom with another woman and the thought made me very curious. Mark eased the door open and there they were on the bed. Tom was on his back and Donna was lying across his legs facing him and sucking his cock. Her long red hair bounced as she moved her mouth up and down on him. We couldn't see Tom's face but we could hear him and he was enjoying this lot! His hands were on her tits but he would occasionally reach around and hold her head. After a few minutes, Tom rolled her over on her back and spread her legs, going down between them to lick her cunt. She pulled his head down onto her and made a lot of noise. Mark whispered to me, "She's a screamer!" Donna was a striking woman, long red hair, large full breasts and creamy white skin. Her finger nails and toenails were painted bright red and as she reached orgasm, she thrust her long legs high in the air and screamed, "Oh yes!! OH YES!!!" I hadn't noticed when it happened, but Mark was now behind me, his hands massaging my breasts through my tee shirt. I could feel his hard on against my ass. As Tom slid up onto Donna and shoved his cock into her, I reached back and rubbed Mark's cock. I knew there was an orgy beginning here. Tom slowly pumped Donna's cunt and again her legs went high and wide. She constantly moaned and urged, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I dropped to my knees, thinking that Mark would want to see Donna getting fucked. I unbuckled his belt. With his help, his pants were around his ankles and his cock was in my mouth in seconds. He ran his hands through my hair and said, "Oh yeah, Annie, this is so hot! Just look at them fucking!" I turned slightly and found I could watch them, sucking Mark while he also watched. It was really a turn on this way. After a few minutes, I focused on myself. I realized that Mark was really long, two or three inches longer than Tom, but not as big around. I tried taking him all the way down, but I choked a little and just concentrated on the first six inches after that. Donna came again, loudly, as we both watched, her legs writhing up and down. Mark pulled me up and began undressing me. I worked my jeans off as he pulled my tee shirt over my head and undid my bra. His hand went right to my cunt as I stepped out of my jeans, and I was already wet! He turned me around so I could see Tom and Donna. Then he bent me over forward. With my hands on my knees, legs slightly spread, he pushed his cock against my cunt. I pushed my ass back and he slid into me. He reached around, holding my tits with his hands as he began to drive his cock in and out. We were watching Tom and Donna as she recovered from her orgasm. Tom rolled over so she was on top of him and I think that's the first time he saw Mark and me. He told Donna to turn around and look. We both looked into the other couple's eyes and it was like a mutual pat on the back. Everybody was OK with everything. Donna said, "Come on up here, there's plenty of room." It was a king size bed and she was right. Mark and I pulled apart and went to the bed. Tom and Donna slid over a little and Mark laid me down and got on top of me. I spread my legs and took him all the way in. Tom and I were looking right at each other, just inches apart, as Mark pushed into me. I thought I should feel weird or something, but everything seemed perfect. No guilt, no shame, no fear or insecurity, just totally comfortable. We fucked hard and fast, Mark pounding me and Donna riding Tom wildly. Tom came first, and Mark quickly followed. After a minute of catching our breath, Mark rolled off me and Donna rolled onto him, both of them between Tom and me. As I started to crawl over Donna to get with Tom, she reached up and touched my breasts as I passed over her. I got a shiver all through me. I had never even thought about sex with another woman, but her touch was like an electric shock. I lay on top on Tom and she lay on top of Mark and we began to kiss our husbands. Soon Donna was between Mark's legs licking and sucking him hard. I followed suit and as I took Tom into my mouth, I knew I was tasting Donna's cunt too! It was strangely exciting. Tom played with my cunt and fingered me, getting Mark's cum all over his hand. When he put them to my mouth, I slurped his fingers, feeling like a total slut. Soon Mark was hard again and Donna straddled his hips, her ass toward his face and started to ride him. She looked at me and said, "Let me suck Tom's cock while Mark fucks me!" Tom was getting hard too, and this got him all the way there. Tom stood up on the bed and faced Donna so she could reach up and take him in her mouth. I knelt beside the three of them and watched hungrily. This was an incredible sight! The three of them moving together, all moaning and touching. I found my hands touching them. First feeling Tom's ass as he pumped his cock into Donna's mouth, then squeezing his balls as I held the back of Donna's head, feeling her rhythm as her head bobbed back and forth. I rubbed my hands over Mark's chest as he held Donna's hips down onto his cock. He took one of my hands and slid it under Donna's ass so I could feel where he was sliding into her cunt. I suddenly realized that my other hand was holding Donna's breast and massaging it as she sucked Tom. It was a confusing and dizzying moment, but I didn't stop or pull away. Donna started to shout again as she came once more, Tom's cock muffled her words and he came as she finished her third orgasm. Tom knelt beside me, kissing me and touching me while Mark rolled Donna over onto her hands and knees. He pulled her ass tight against himself as he pounded her from behind, cumming with a deep groan. Then he fell on top of her, his face buried in her long red hair. Tom looked at me and said, "Annie, you didn't cum yet!" Mark looked over and I realized I hadn't! I was incredibly hot, and felt satisfied, but I hadn't cum at all. Tom laid me on my back, opening my legs and began to play with my cunt. Mark rolled toward me and began to kiss me and caress my tits. This felt great four hands all touching me gently. No six hands! I could feel Donna's bright red nails as her hands ran up and down the inside of my thighs while Tom slipped a finger into me. I know I was moaning and even crying a little, feeling so sensitive, so wonderfully stimulated. Mark straddled my face, on his knees, with his cock right in front of my lips. He was soft, but still quite long. I sucked him as Donna and Tom's hands continued their touching. I could taste Donna's cunt as I sucked Mark. He got a little harder and my hands were holding his ass as he knelt over me. My own orgasm was building as I felt my cunt being licked, touched and sucked. I felt Tom's hand squeezing my breasts and his whiskers against my thighs as I thrust my hips upward. My body tensed as it got closer. Suddenly I felt Donna's nails on my thighs as my legs were spread wider. Her soft hair was between my legs and her tongue pressed against my cunt, licking and sucking as I pumped my hips involuntarily against her chin. I too screamed and moaned, Mark's cock coming out of my mouth as I begged them not to stop! I shuddered from the force of my orgasm again and again. Mark had moved and Tom held my head as I moaned, my mouth open for his tongue .When I calmed down a bit I looked up and saw Donna and Mark taking turns licking my cunt, and then kissing each other. I was confused, exhausted and totally satisfied! We all settled back, assured each other we were all OK and nobody felt bad. I said I had to get back and check on the kids. Tom and I got dressed and said goodbye. I kissed Mark and felt his tongue in my mouth, then I kissed Donna on the mouth and she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth and I sucked it hard, pushing my own back into hers! I couldn't believe myself! Tom kissed Donna and said, "See you guys again soon, I hope!" They both said, "Yes, you will!" We left them naked on the bed and went home. Tom and I agreed that it had been an exciting experience, more so than the hotel. Tom asked me about how I felt about Donna. I said I was confused. It had felt very stimulating to feel her touch me, but it didn't really feel right. I was so hot anybody's touch would have gotten me off. I think the forbidden or "dirty" aspect of the whole thing was what had made it feel good. I agreed to see them again, but I said that doing anything with Donna would have to wait and see how I felt the next time around. As I slept, I thought of my college life and how this could mesh with it. I kept seeing Debbie and I knew I was curious about what she would think of this if she ever knew.