13 comments/ 615151 views/ 110 favorites Awakenings Ch. 01 By: Erlikkhan I found an old notebook as I was cleaning out the attic of the house we recently bought. It was handwritten by a girl named Jenny. I couldn't believe the story that unfolded as I read those old and worn pages written in ink. I decided it was too good and needed to be shared with the world. Here is Part 1, unedited. I was one of the last virgins at my school primarily because I was a late bloomer. I was still barely 5 feet tall with tits that weren't much more than swells on my chest capped with tiny brown nipples. But I knew something was different when school began. The first time it happened was during history class. My teacher, Mr. Kelty, was this real hunk right out of college. The first few weeks of school I couldn't keep my eyes off him. The more I stared the more I could feel my body responding. One day my body reacted more strongly than ever. I could feel my tiny nipples poking into my blouse and a powerful tingling between my legs. This kept up all class and I wanted desperately to touch my pussy. I mean I'd rubbed myself off plenty of times, but I'd never felt this kind of urge. When the bell rang I ran to the bathroom and shoved my hand into my panties. I was surprised to find my pussy slimy and my panties wet with juices. I found my sensitive spot and rubbed it hard and fast. Less than a minute later my body began shaking. I did my best to suppress squeals from a really intense orgasm. When I was finished my panties were drenched. I almost died when I bumped into Mr. Kelty as I was leaving the bathroom. "Hello, Jenny. You look like you just ran a marathon." My face was flush and I knew my braless nipples were poking through my cotton top. He looked down at my hand and reached for it. I thought I was busted. "What an interesting ring. Can I take a look?" The ring was an emerald in a unique silver setting my mother had given me for my birthday. He grabbed my hand and pulled it up close to his face. I hadn't washed so I was sure he could smell the pussy juice all over my fingers. I was really scared, but also excited. "Jenny, that's quite a ring," he said taking a deep whiff and raising his eyebrows at me, and then saying, "Don't be late for class." The next day I wore my short plaid skirt with a pair of pink cotton panties. As I walked towards Mr. Kelty's classroom I saw him walking towards me. I was all nerves and dropped a book. I turned to pick it up, and then realized Mr. Kelty could see my ass as I bent down. As I stood up and turned around I accidentally bumped into him, dropping all my books. "Oh, hi Mr. Kelty. I'm such a Klutz," I said turning red. I squatted down in front of him to pick them up. My face was inches from his crotch and I couldn't help but stare at the large bulge of his cock. I felt my nipples getting hard and my pussy begin to flow. "Here, let me help." Mr. Kelty knelt down to help me. I was squatting with my knees apart and saw him staring directly at my panty-covered pussy. I was sure he could see the wet spot beginning to form in the crotch from my leaking cunt. He handed me two books looking me right in the eyes. "Here you go, Jenny. Now you be careful. And by the way, if you have time stop by to see me after school. I want to discuss something with you." I was nervous for the rest of the day, not sure what he had in mind. I waited for school to clear out, then went to Mr. Kelty's room and opened the door. "Come on in, Jenny," he said locking the door behind me. He walked over and leaned against the side of his desk. As I approached him I realized how much he towered over me. He put his strong hands on my shoulders and looked down into my eyes. "Jenny, I know girls your age go through changes, and sometimes these changes are really confusing. You shouldn't be afraid of them. I want to help you any way I can. Would you like that, Jenny?" I nodded my head yes, not quite sure where this was leading. "Good. I'm going to ask you a few questions that might be embarrassing, but it's just part of the process. Jenny, do you think of boys a lot?" I nodded. "What happens when you see a good looking guy? Does your body do things that you can't control?" I nodded again. "Tell me what happens. Exactly." "Um, well, I get all tingly inside." "Do your nipples get hard? Do you sometimes get wet between the legs?" I nodded, looking down at the floor. "Do you ever touch yourself when you feel like this?" I looked up at him and slowly nodded my head. My head was spinning and I could feel my pussy flowing freely. I looked down and noticed a huge bulge growing in Mr. Kelty's trousers, which just added to my excitement. "You're getting excited right now, aren't you, Jenny?" I nodded looking away embarrassed. "That's okay. I want to teach you that it's all right to have these feelings. And when you do, you should do something about it. Like you did yesterday. I could smell your pussy on your fingers. You don't mind if I use words like pussy do you?" I shook my head no. It excited me for him to talk dirty, but I didn't say so. "Have you ever let a boy feel your tits or finger your pussy?" I shook my head no even though my girlfriend and I had done it to each other. "Do you think you would you let a boy do it to you?" I shook my head yes, not sure what I was getting myself into. "Would you like to try it with me first - just so you'll know what to expect?" I was paralyzed with both fear and excitement. He didn't wait for an answer. Mr. Kelty lifted me up onto the desk. He reached under my skirt and pulled off my panties, which were already damp from anticipation. Then he reached up and pinched my nipples. "Doesn't that feel good? You see there's a connection between the pleasure points in your tits and pussy. By doing this, your pussy should be getting ready for my fingers. Can you feel it in your pussy?" I nodded. Not only could I feel it, if he kept it up I was going to cum before he even touched me down there. Finally, he took his hands from my tits, lifted my skirt and spread my legs, exposing my naked womanhood to his gaze. "You have such a pretty little cunt, Jenny. That's another word for pussy, but I'm sure you already knew that. It puffs out just right and looks so delicious with those light brown curls around the crack." He put his hand above my cunt, and then pressed his thumb into my slimy slit. He then rubbed it over my sensitive spot and I felt jolts of electricity shoot right up through my head. "This sensitive spot is called your clit, Jenny. When I rub it you can feel it in every part of your body." Next he shoved a finger deep inside me, then a second. Once I was loose he moved them in and out rapidly. I lifted my legs in the air to give him a better angle. My head was spinning and I found myself gasping for air. I grabbed his arms and screamed as an orgasm washed over me. My pussy made little squishing sounds as my juices coated his fingers and hands. "Now I'm going to do something that'll feel even better, okay?" "Are you going to fuck me? I've never done it before." "No. Just trust me, okay?' I nodded my head. He put my feet on his shoulders and laid me on the desk. He kissed my legs and the insides of my thighs. He moved his head lower and I felt something warm flick across my clit and then go inside me. I looked up and saw he was using his tongue on me. Then he shoved two fingers back up my cunt while continuing to lick me. I could feel a huge explosion building inside. I closed my eyes and let it happen. My whole body lifted off the desk as a wave of pleasure started in my cunt and spread through me like wildfire. I screamed out loud and thrashed back and forth. I could feel juices pouring from my cunt which Mr. Kelty lapped up with his tongue. This went on for about a minute before I was finally able to catch my breath. "There. Now isn't that better than doing it by yourself?" He stood and I could see the outline of the huge cock in his trousers. I continued to stare like a little girl in the candy store. "Now I have a problem. As you can see, I have this big bulge in my pants that needs attention. Do you think you could help me?" Without waiting for an answer, he unzipped his pants. Out flopped this huge slab of meat that had to be nine inches long and as big as my forearm. Now I was scared. Mr. Kelty took my hand and placed it on his massive cock and wrapped my fingers around it. Then he guided my fingers up and down the shaft, finally letting go while I continued. "That's it, Jenny. A little faster. Try using both hands. Good. Okay, now lean forward and put your mouth over the tip." I was a little hesitant to put it in my mouth, but when Mr. Kelty put a hand behind my neck and pulled my face to his cock I didn't resist. It was so big I had to open my mouth wide. He guided my head up and down in synch with my hand strokes. I could feel him pushing deeper into my mouth and thought I would choke. "That's it, Jenny, suck it. Now use your tongue. Yea, that's real good. Oh god, Jenny, I think I'm gonna cum... oh god... here it cums... aaaaaarrrrgggghhhh..." I felt his cock swell in my hands just before a hot jet of sweet tasting cum splashed against the back of my throat. He held my head down and several more streams of cum filled my mouth. I couldn't hold it all in and felt it drooling from my lips, over my fingers and down my chin. When he was finished he pulled out of my mouth and picked up my panties to wipe himself off. "Most guys like it when a girl swallows his cum. It won't hurt you. Some girls I know even like the taste. What did you think, Jenny, did it taste good?" "I guess," I mumbled shrugging my shoulders. I was actually excited just to have made him cum. I knew if he wanted to fuck me I was going to let him. "Well, Jenny, that's all for today. Maybe we can get together on Friday, okay." I wiped off my fingers and face, then put on my panties and left. When I got home my older brother John was in the kitchen fixing a snack. I was so horny that I could feel my pussy tingling as I stared at the bulge in his jeans and his broad muscular shoulders under his T-shirt. I went right up to my bedroom, climbed up on the bed and fingered my pussy and clit under my panties. After a few minutes I shuddered and gasped with a small orgasm. I was in such a hurry I had left the door open. I looked up and saw my brother trying to hide in the hall. I pulled off my top and continued fingering myself while pinching my tiny nipples. I looked back at the door and could tell he was jerking off while watching. Without thinking, I bounced off the bed and ran into the hall. My brother didn't have time to react. We stood staring at each other, me naked from the waist up and John standing with an erect penis poking out from his jeans. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him while pressing my pussy against his cock, wrapping one leg around his thigh. Our tongues played with each other. I felt his hands on my ass. I could feel his hardness against me, but I wanted him in me. I reached between us grabbing his throbbing cock and working it under the crotch of my panties until it met the hot, moist folds of my pussy. I felt him enter me and shuddered with another orgasm just from the sensation. I pulled myself up on him and he cupped my ass for support. I came crashing down on his cock and felt a brief flash of pain as he broke through my cherry and burrowed deep inside me. I repeatedly lifted up and slammed down on his cock, desperate to get a thorough fucking. John spun me around pressing my back against the wall and continued to fuck me hard. Suddenly I felt my head spinning. I screamed. I was consumed by a tremendous orgasm. I was jerking and bucking as he continued slamming into me. Then I felt something warm in my cunt and knew he was filling me with cum. This sent me into another orgasm, which lasted until he finally pulled out and lowered me to the floor. I could fell stuff seeping from my cunt and making a mess of my panties. I looked up and saw his glistening cock bobbing in front of my face. Without thinking, I leaned forward and put it in my mouth. The taste of our mixed juices was like an aphrodisiac. I licked and sucked it like a starved child. I could feel him grow bigger as I continued to use my lips and tongue to stimulate his engorged cock. He grabbed the back of my head and fucked my mouth just like he had fucked my cunt. A few minutes later I felt his cock swell. He flooded my mouth with hot cum just like Mr. Kelty. He pumped a lot of cum into my mouth, which caused some to flow from my lips and down my chin. When he was finished I swallowed and decided I liked it. I went back to my room without saying a word. I removed my skirt and cum soaked panties, and pulled on a pair of loose fitting shorts and a T-shirt. I tried concentrating on homework, but all I could think about was John's cock. I rubbed my pussy to a less than satisfying orgasm and was just about to go looking for John when mom came home. Later that night I awoke because I had to pee. As I was walking down the hall I heard sounds coming from my parents room. I put my ear to the door and could hear the bedsprings squeaking. My mother was gasping and grunting. I knew she must be getting fucked by dad. Then I heard my mother - Miss Goody Two-Shoes - start talking dirty. "Fuck me, John... fuck me hard with that big cock... oh shit, it feels so good up my cunt... Oh god I'm gonna cum... give it to me baby... yes... YES... AAAAAAHHHHH... UUUUNNNGGGHHH." I cracked the door open and peeked in. The bedside lamp was still on so I had a really good view. My father was on top of mom whose legs were pinned to her shoulders. I could see his cock slamming into her pussy. She had a death grip on him and her feet were shaking as she continued to grunt and gasp out of control. My dad pulled out and flipped mom onto her stomach. I couldn't believe the size of his huge cock. It looked even bigger than Mr. Kelty's cock. Dad grabbed mom's hips, lifted her ass in the air and plunged his gigantic cock back up her cunt from the rear. She grabbed the headboard. She was gasping and groaning as dad repeatedly hammered her from behind. Dad reached around and grabbed her tits which were hanging from her chest like a cow. This seemed to excite her even more. Mom put a hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy while dad continued fucking it. I couldn't stand it and began fingering my gash which was already dripping wet. I wished so much that I was my mom getting dad's big cock rammed up my cunt. My body shuddered and I gasped out loud as an orgasm took me unexpectedly. Just then I heard my dad grunt and cry out as he filled mom with his cum. Mom started talking dirty again. "Oh God yes, fill me with cum. I can feel it splashing against my cunt. Oh baby, shoot it in me. Oh shit, I'm gonna cum... oh god... aaaaahhhhhh... oooohhhhhhh..." They both thrashed around on the bed for several more seconds until dad finished dumping what must have been a huge load into mom's cunt. He rolled off her onto his back. I watched as his glistening cock slowly deflated. Mom finally rolled over and licked dad clean. I couldn't stand it anymore. After peeing, I snuck into John's room and crawled into his bed. Although he was asleep, his cock immediately came to life when I put my hand on it. I went down on him and took his cock into my mouth. His hands went to the back of my head pushing me down on him as he continued to grow harder. I started to gag when I felt him pressing against my tonsils, but he kept pressing my head down so I couldn't pull away. I opened my throat and felt his cock slide deeper until my mouth was pressed into his pubes. I shifted my body to make the angle better placing my ass up near his head. John pulled one of my legs over his face. I felt something warm and wet probing my cunt and realized it was John's tongue. It felt soooo good. I was grinding my pussy against his mouth as he licked and sucked me to incredible waves of pleasure. I was gasping and moaning so much that I had a hard time keeping his cock in my mouth. Finally I just lost it. My body stiffened. I jerked and thrashed above him about as I shrieked. I could feel John's tongue lapping up the juices which poured from my cunt. It seemed like minutes before I could breathe again. John rolled me off him then mounted me from the top. I spread my legs and lifted my knees. The tip of John's cock found my open cunt lips. Pleasure surged through me as I felt him sink deeper and deeper into my fuck hole. When he was all the way in me I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him. His cock slammed repeatedly in and out of my steamy cunt. Our lips and tongues met in a wet kiss. I could still taste my pussy juices on his mouth which just added to my pleasure. I could feel his cock bottoming out on my cunt each time he thrust into me. I was moaning and gasping out of control and couldn't figure out whether I was having one continuous orgasm or just building to one really incredible cum. "Hey, sis", John said as he propped himself above me with his cock buried deep inside me, "when I cum I'm gonna pull out so I don't get you pregnant. You wanna finish me with your mouth?" I nodded yes, not really hearing what he said. "Good," he said pulling out of me, "now roll onto your stomach. I'm wanna fuck you dog style." I got on my stomach, spread my legs and lifted my ass in the air. John got behind me and pressed his cock into my slimy cunt lips. He easily slid deep inside me, then grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard and fast. I couldn't believe how good it felt this way. His cock hit my cunt from a different angle sending all kinds of new sensations through me. Words were spewing out of my mouth as though someone else had possessed me. "Fuck me, John. Harder. Yes, shove your big cock up my juicy cunt... fuck me... fuck me... oh god yes... deeper... oh shit... aaaaahhhhhh." I was completely out of control. I felt my head spin as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me. He pulled out and turned me over until he was straddling my tits. He had his cock in his hand and was furiously jerking off above me. I snapped out of my daze when something warm splashing against my face. His first blast kept spraying my face like a firehose. I parted my lips. A second blast splashed against the back of my throat. He pumped his cock between my lips as spurt after spurt of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, finally taking him into my throat where he pumped the last of his huge load. I could feel his stuff leaking from the corners of my lips and running down my cheek and throat. Awakenings Ch. 01 She would always remember his eyes. The first time that she saw them, Sarah couldn't help feel sad. They were grey and seemed to go on forever. The rest of him would never make the front cover, but his eyes were the kind that you fell into. And she did. Without even knowing it, Sarah had fallen in love with the man in less than a heartbeat, less than a single moment in time. Over time, she had become more drawn to the man. Sara couldn't control it; she just fell hard for him. James was a quiet man, but had strength in him that only those who paid attention would ever see. She had met him at work, and had partnered up with him but it was clear by the time that they finished their second shift together that her feelings were more than professional. There were so many little things about him that she loved. He had a gentleness that made her feel warm and sent shivers down her spine. His strength and dependability made her feel safe. He was a good man in the storm. He was also real. Sarah didn't think that there was a more honest man on the planet, even when she didn't want to hear the answer. She cried when James told her about his first wife and the way that she had died. He seemed real. To Sarah, James was the last honorable man. She loved him for all of this and more. Yet she kept it locked inside as her little secret. When he walked into work with that confident, fluid-like stride, she turned away so that nobody would notice that she was blushing. There were so many things that she admired about the man, things that only drew her to him even more. On the job, he was always cool under pressure, dependable, something that wasn't very common these days. Two weeks after they started working together, Sarah wrote in her diary that she had met the man that she would marry. What made it even worse was that they became friends. They would go out to dinner and movies together, or stay at his house and rent movies and just talk. She would find herself moving her hand closer to him, just wanting to feel his touch, but would quickly draw it back, hoping that he didn't notice. He had a gentle smile that went with his quiet voice. He seemed shy at first, which Sarah thought was sweet, but just learned that he didn't have much experience with women. "I've been too busy working to get to know women," James would say with a sheepish grin when she'd tease him about it. Later on, Sara would understand that she was sounding him out, trying to gauge his feelings for her. But James was always elusive, never letting on if he had any feelings for her. With her luck, he just thought of him as one of the guys. Late at night when she was alone in her house, Sara would find herself aching for his touch. Deep in her belly she would feel it and it would pound through her like a freight train, relentless, never letting up. She would feel wetness between her thighs and would touch herself until orgasm, screaming his name. When she fell asleep, Sarah would weep, wishing that it had been his touch. Honestly, she didn't know what was wrong with her. Sarah knew that she was a beautiful woman. By no means skinny, she liked to think of herself as voluptuous, having all the curves in the right places that men loved. Her long hair was jet black and she kept it pulled back mainly at work because of the job, but she liked to think of it as sexy and feminine. By far, her best assets were her eyes and lips. Her eyes were a deep green and tear-drop shaped, a tale of her Mediterranean background which matched her bronzed skin. Her lips were full and pouty. One boyfriend had told her that she had the most kissable lips. Sarah would smile and giggle when she remembered that. Then she would grow quiet and wonder why James never wanted to kiss them. It's not like she didn't flirt with him. Twelve hours on an ambulance and she was always flirting with him. How could he not take the cue and see what was going on? She'd touch his arm when she didn't have to. She would touch his arm and look into his eyes when she would listen to him talk. She smiled a lot at him, looking into his eyes. How could he not tell? When they went out, she would always dress to the nines, feminine and sensual, but never slutty. Sarah wanted to grab his attention, but it seemed like all she got was his friendship. James always seemed so indifferent to her. Sometimes when they talked, James would be looking at her, but it was like she wasn't there. He was looking through her, not at her. It was an eerie feeling for the twenty-five year old woman. Finally, she thought that he was either gay or castrated. But, the feeling never went away. They would be at work and James would look at her and she would have this silly little feeling deep inside the pit of her stomach. He seemed so strong. He was the kind of man that would hold you and never let go, without even laying a hand on you. There was a strength that he had that Sara was drawn to. She couldn't break free. In many of her fantasies Sarah was on her knees before him, serving him, enslaved by him. They shocked her and only made her desire to be with James even more intense but in a way it also seemed so natural. The strength that he exuded seemed so natural, so unassuming and confident. He didn't try to prove anything to anyone, simply because he didn't have to. It was naturally evident. It only made Sarah want him more. Soon it became an obsession. "You wanna go out for a bite to eat after work?" Sarah asked one night in the ambulance, while James was finishing up the paperwork from the last run. He was sitting in the driver seat with the clip board on the steering wheel. He always drove. Some women would find that aggravating but Sarah didn't. It seemed chivalrous, manly. "Sure," James said without even looking up. After a few moments, he was done with his paperwork and called into the dispatch center to report end of shift. Tonight is the night, Sarah said as she took a deep breath. The woman fidgeted in the seat like a teenager with a high school crush, she thought blushing, and stifling a giggle. Yes, she thought, tonight is the night. Back at the station, Sarah hopped in the shower and then took her time getting ready. As she dressed in the simply yet stylish sun dress and sandals her hands were shaking slightly with a combination of fear, excitement, anxiety and anticipation. What if he doesn't want me? What is he laughs at me? "What the hell am I doing?" she asked with a sigh as she stood back and smiled into the mirror, satisfied with the way that she looked. Tonight, I will be his, Sarah thought before she walked out of the locker room, not even thinking about the words that she spoke to herself in this modern world that they lived in. Heads turned when she walked out of the women's room and into the crew lounge and she blushed slightly as she walked over to James who seemed to be waiting impatiently. She sank inside when she didn't even say a word to her about the way that she looked. "You ready, Sarah?" he asked with a bored tone in his voice as he got up out of his chair. "Yes. Sure," she said, blushing under her mascara, feeling the wetness between her legs again as she watched his smooth grace and economy of movement as he walked toward the door. Dinner was a steakhouse in town, where they talked and drank beer while they both unwound from a long day. "So how come you don't date?" Sarah asked after the server cleared dinner from their table. She leaned forward with her elbows on the table so she could hear and looked up into his eyes. James took his time to answer. First he sipped his beer. Then he furled his eyebrow in that cute way that he did when he was in thought, pondering his words. Finally he looked up at her with a thoughtful expression. "I don't know. A lot has to do with my life experiences. I mean, I never really had time for a relationship. I mean, you know about Anna and my marriage, but that was different. We were high school sweet hearts." He got quiet and sipped his beer quietly. "I guess a part of me never really knew what to do after that. I got so busy with the military that I didn't have time to be lonely. It just didn't even bother me being alone anymore, you know what I mean? It's like I got used to the solitude." He got quiet and looked away. "I got used to the loneliness." Sarah leaned forward and placed her hand over his gently. His fingers twitched but he didn't move away from her. Silently she smiled to herself. "And now?" Seeing him laughing delightedly at the wit of the question, Sarah felt suddenly self conscious and tried to move her hand away from his, but she couldn't. This was the first touch she knew of him outside of work and she was savoring it. "I guess I haven't met anyone that has stood up to my expectation," he said with a grin, looking at her. Then he turned serious and his eyes locked onto hers but neither one spoke. It was if he was drinking her in. His eyes were exposing her soul to him. Feeling naked, Sarah didn't turn away. She held eye contact confidently, wantonly. Their two souls were speaking unspeakable words to each other in that one moment of time. Finally, it was James that broke eye contact and stood up suddenly reaching into his pocket to retrieve his money clip. "It's my turn," he said quietly and then faced the door when he waited for her to grab her jacket. Outside the restaurant near their cars, they stood silently, looking at each other. Neither one of them knowing what to do next. Neither one moved, and neither one spoke. "Come home with me," Sarah said looking into his eyes. For a moment time stood still, as she waited, her heart pounding and hands trembling. "No," James replied simply. "Come home with me," Sarah said again, this time louder, feeling the tears welling up inside her. "No," he said again, slowly, shaking his head. He turned away and climbed into his pickup truck and drove off without looking back. Holding back the tears and with shaking hands, Sarah found her keys and got into her small compact car and turned the key in the ignition. The screaming out, she punched the steering wheel. Then the tears came. Awakenings Ch. 01 As she said this to herself, she felt moistness between her legs as her breasts throbbed. She was becoming aroused by being dominated by this man that she loved so deeply. She couldn't help her body's responses as she realized that she was aching deep inside, burning for his touch. She wanted to be filled by him, consumed, used, and taken by this man. It startled her when she realized that she wanted to do anything for him, that she would do anything for him. Meekly she lay there on the floor looking up at him. Acting on its own accord, she felt herself lifting up to him in a silent plea for his touch. It was like she was another woman, not truly herself. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment when James silently smirked at her. He was toying with her. James could see the signs of arousal and anticipation. He was pleased and was enjoying himself. He saw the slightly heavy eyelids-commonly referred to bedroom eyes-the parted lips, the coloration of her skin. He knew the silent communication of sexual arousal. He would use it to his advantage. He would have her on his terms, in his time. Not hers. "Stand and strip," James said in an unusually serene voice, staring at her. She opened her mouth to speak, to protest, but Sarah saw the look on the man's face and knew that there would be no arrangements or deals made. Her darkest dreams were coming true and as they exploded into stark reality she wasn't sure that she wanted it anymore. Sarah quickly realized that it was too late. Feeling like she was someone else, almost like an out of body experience, Sarah stood slowly, facing James in the dim light of the dark night in her apartment. Without a sound, she reached behind her back forcing her firm C-cup breasts forward and unzipped the sundress. Effortlessly the cotton dress fell away from her shoulders. She stood there before him looking away as she felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Fidgeting, she looked around, searching for comfort that was not there. Leaning forward, James licked his lips as his eyes burned into her. She had never been so displayed. Never before, had Sarah ever been looked at as such an object. Deep inside she felt a wanton yearning in her belly. Her sex was moist and she could feel her clit throbbing as she stood there in only her black cotton high-cut panties and matching bra. "Now your bra and panties," James said next, huskily, the desire and lusty greed evident as his eyes shone. From the distance she could see his chest rising and falling heavily in passion and fierce need. She feared what she saw in his eyes, but she feared his punishment even more. Feeling the burning redness of humiliation rising from her breast-line to her cheeks, Sarah obeyed, robotically, mechanically reaching behind her back and unclipping her bra, letting her breasts fall free. Her nipples were manifestly hardened and engorged in arousal. The fact that she was so stimulated only shamed her even more. This was the beginning of her subjugation. Slipping her things beneath the seam of her panties, Sarah blushed red as she slipped the damp cotton past her flaring hips and down her strong tanned thighs. When she looked at James she saw a sharp intake of breath and the desire and passion that he was holding back was evident to her. She quaked in fear and unfamiliar weakness. Suddenly, Sarah realized how helpless she was under his power. She wanted to run. She wanted to escape! But where would she go? Where would she run to? There was no place for her to hide. She was trapped. She was his prey. James was the hunter, the sharp predator on the prowl. Never before having been viewed as such an object, Sarah moved a hand to cover her breasts with her arm and closed her thighs tightly, with a hand covering her shaved bare sex. She burned with humiliation as she stood before him, not speaking unable to meet his eyes. "Hands to your sides," James snapped, louder than he needed to. His own heart was pounding with wanton lust and desire that it took all of his effort to refrain from leaping from the chair and taking her right then, roughly, harshly, conquering her body for his own. The woman tentatively put her hands to her sides and felt his eyes burning into her which only heightened her growing anticipation and sexual need. She met his eyes and found something there that she had not expected: tenderness, mixed with the desire. Knowing that she needed to be found pleasing, understanding that he was in control and she was to please, something clicked in her mind. She stood straight and bowed her back slightly, pressing her breasts forward and hung her hands loosely at her sides, while she met his eyes and refused to break eye contact. She had to be found pleasing! She needed to know that he wanted her! She wanted him to want her! Please find me pleasing, her mind screamed. Please! Please want me! She stood before him, bared with her sex exposed as it glistened in wet desire, brazen and wanton. She loved it! The soul of the woman reveled in the attention! She wanted to be found beautiful and pleasing. Sarah wanted to be kept. "Now kneel," James said next, still leaning forward with his eyes boring into her. With the confidence that had built broken once again, Sarah looked around for a place to run and hide, but found no such place for her. Slowly and hesitantly, she got down on her knees, first her left and then her right. Not knowing where to put her hands Sarah hung them on her sides. Then she felt silly kneeling like that and placed them on her thighs. Standing, James walked over to her softly and unhurriedly and then stood before her so that the toes of his shoes nearly touched her knees. "Spread your knees," He said quietly. Sarah complied quickly, burning under the embarrassment of being so nude before him. Never before had she felt so submissive. "How do you feel, Sarah?" James asked in a kind voice. "Very submissive," Sarah replied with cheeks burning, feeling him towering over her. "How can a woman feel anything but submissive in such a position with you standing over me?" "True," James replied and then silently kneeled to her right side and looked at her. His eyes cast an appraising look over her. Hesitantly Sarah met his eyes for just a moment and found approval. It was electric. She looked away just as quickly, feeling her heart jump and the electrically-charged desire coarse through her veins. "Such a natural slave," James said soothingly, seeing her chest rising in ragged breaths. "I knew it from the first time I saw you. You were a natural slave just waiting to find yourself in chains." "Please!" she said with terror in her voice as she looked at him wildly, feeling her head being pulled back by his hand in her hair. Her head burned in pain as her heart throbbed faster and faster in fear. He spoke to her quietly in a voice that sent a cold chill down her spine. "You think I am stupid? Driving me crazy with desire the way that you dress and that catty little flirting nature of yours?" "No! No! You're not stupid! I know this! You're not stupid!" Sarah could feel sweat running down her back and forehead. It was ice-cold, cooling the heat of her body that seemed to burn like an inferno. All except for her sex which still burned hotly. "You think I'm a pussy then?" James asked angrily as he shook her head by her hair painfully sending a burning pain throughout her head. "You think I'm one of these men that have been mentally castrated by society to get on my knees and kiss your ass? Do you think I'm one of these men, do you?" "No! No!" she screamed. "You are strong! You are strong! I know you are not like that! You are a man! Why do you think I fell in love with you hard so quickly!" The last words she spoke were electric for both of them. James paused for a moment but quickly regained his composure. Still holding her hair in his left hand, bowing her back, he ran his hands down the valley of her breasts to her belly. "Oh!" Sarah whimpered as he felt her belly quivering in need, her already moist sex releasing more juices in expectation. Her belly burned hotly with desire. "The way you touch me!" James only chuckled at that. "It pleases me to touch you so." Leaping at his touch, Sarah couldn't help the way her body was responding. With a teasing touch, he ran his finger over her clit with a feather-light touch and she felt her hips bucking in unspoken pleading to be touch. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned when she felt his finger lightly run between parted folds of her sex. Her knees parted reflexively and she was waiting for the next touch. Her sex gushed with her need. The scent hung heavily in the dim room. "The way you touch me," Sara whimpered as she threw her hands up to him and clung to his shirt, her nails digging into his upper arms. No longer able to hold back, she sobbed as tears rolled down her cheeks and leaned forward digging her teeth into his neck and through his shirt into his shoulder. "The way you touch me!" The way that James touched her was patient, teasing and salacious all in the same stroke. He had waited so long for this moment; he was going to savor it for as long as he wished. Holding her still, James lightly stroked her between her lips, feeling her hips moving as blood rushed to the folds that tried sucking his fingers in. Slowly he lit the fires. Patiently he was stoking the passion inside until it was excruciating, unbearably sweet. Feeling like she was going to pass out, Sarah clutched at him, panting in ragged breaths as she held on for her life. "JAAAAAAAAAMES!" she screamed aloud as her hips leapt upward when his finger found her clit and tightly rolled in circled over the swollen organ. The fire swept through her whole body like an out of control inferno. She nuzzled into her neck, silencing a squeal and dug her teeth into the base of his neck, tasting blood as her teeth pierced the skin. She was an uncontrollable pile of awakened sexuality as she whimpered and moved her body to his touch, responding uncontrollably. How could she do anything but respond. It was a sweet agony as the sensation surged through her body electrically. Every nerve was ignited; every inch of her skin was alive. She held on tightly sucking the blood, drinking it in as her hips responded to his touch. "Please!" she begged as she felt her head being pulled back from his neck, her eyes searching his wildly, her heart throbbing over the edge and out of control. She tried to grasp for him, she tried to touch him but James did not allow it. She was wild with lust as she felt the flood waters blocked by the dam. She was a tightening ball of ecstasy that she could not even grasp. Sarah did not even begin to understand the propensity of the moment. His eyes were hard on her, and he would not allow her to break eye contact. Sarah was bound to his will as she tightened bit her lower lip until blood dripped trying to hold back the flood gates. Her body screamed to release but she instinctively knew that she could not without his permission. She was bound to him. He watched her with a probing eye as she responded to his touch, leaping at every sensation that he forced onto her. "You will release when, and only when, I tell you to," James said with a quiet commanding voice that allowed no argument. "When you release it will be your submission. Know girl, that when you release for me, you will be giving to me all that is yours, your body, your heart and your soul. Do you understand?" "Yes! Yes!" she panted in sweetly excruciating agony. "I understand! I give it all to you! To you! Only to you! Forever James! Forever! Only to you! Oh my God!" He continued to massage her clit in tight circles as her hips undulated in silent need, her mind no longer in control. She was spell bound and held captive by his touch. She was a prisoner to the building sensation that was waiting to explode. She needed it. She lived for the next moment. Nothing else mattered. "Please! Please! Please!" she panted, feeling lightheaded from gasping breaths. "Please!" Ignoring her pleas, James held her tight and deliberately built up pressure on her clit while her sweet juices soaked his fingers to the knuckles. Her sex was a gushing waterfall of her desire and sexual oil. "Do you wish to release?" he asked innocently. "Yes! Yes!" she answered quickly, clinging to him tightly, leaning in again and burying her head into the base of his neck trying to find some comfort. "Please! Let me release!" "You're not ready yet!" he said and then dipped his fingers between the folds of her sex as her whole body tensed. Sarah screamed in frustration and merciless frustration as her body rose from a simmering heat to an all engulfing fire. She gasped and bit into his neck again as his thick middle finger plunged into her sex, filling her up. She could feel her muscles tighten around the digit as her body bucked against it, fucking it as she started to slip over the edge, feeling her sex burning. "Do you really want to release?" James asked, not even paying attention to the need that permeated the room. His finger plunged into her savagely as her hips met every thrust. "Yes!" she screamed. "I want to release! I need to release! I beg to release! I beg to give myself to you! I beg to release for you and only you! I beg to be yours! Please! Let me release for you!" "Release." Sarah's whole body tensed as she finally let go, her world going black as the sexual frustration finally exploded and washed over her. Her body convulsed and shook as every nerve exploded with sensation. The orgasm took over her and all she felt was the delicious pleasure and ecstasy of finally releasing. Her whole body came unglued beneath his touch as she surrendered to the pleasure that pulsed through her. "I love you. I love you, I love you. I'm yours. I'm yours. I love you. I'm yours," James heard her say over and over again, as she was lost in herself. She did not even know what she saying, the passion forced from her. Her own sexuality was barbarously forced to the surface and she had no control over it. "I love you. I love you. I'm yours. I'm yours. I love you." Sarah's body shuddered as her head throbbed when he removed his finger. She whimpered in the emptiness, not believing that she wanted even more. The orgasm was explosive and controlling, but it only left her hungry for more. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him. His eyes were soft and gentle, smiling but not mockingly so. She watched as he lifted the finger to his lips and tasted her juices. His hand was soaked. "Sweet," was all James said as he savored her taste, drinking her in. Looking into his eyes, she parted her lips when he brought his finger up for her. She licked and sucked his finger clean salaciously, lovingly, hungrily. Her eyes never left his, letting him know the reality of her soul: that she was his, now and forever. He silently watched her, never letting on to the eroticism or arousal that was surging through his body. His own need was welling up as James felt his cock straining against the seams of his pants. Silently, James stood leaving her helpless before him. She felt lightheaded and nearly fell over but quickly resumed her position, kneeling before him. Sarah lifted her bottom off of her heels, silently begging him for his touch. Her eyes looked to his pleadingly and she whimpered low as she rested the backs of her palms on her thighs in a silent plea. "Maybe I should leave now," James said with an amused smirk on his face. "No!" Sarah yelled feeling her heart in her throat as the tears welled up. She leapt toward him and grabbed onto his ankles, showing James the delicious curve of her back. He did not move as he watched her kissing and licking at his shoes. Just the submissive nature of that made her yearn for more. It only made her ache deeper in her belly. "Then persuade me," He said quietly. Slowly looking up at him, Sarah met his eyes and did not break contact as she rocked back on her heels. Never before had she ever acted such. Never before had she ever been so submissive. She was enslaved. Never before had she felt so free, emotionally, psychologically and sexually. While she looked up into his eyes, it was like another woman that unbuckled his belt and slowly unbuttoned his khakis and then unzipped them. This was the prim and proper Sarah who had graduated with high honors from college. This was not the same Sarah who was always so quiet and ad trouble making friends. This was Sarah, the sensual and enslaved woman who was finally free. She gasped when she pulled his cock free. It was hard and bulging. She was not a virgin but never had looked so closely at a man's cock before. Wonderingly, she examined it, ever vein, and every inch. It seemed to throb in her hand as her tiny fingers played over it, lightly stroking it. She was delighted when she heard James groan. Gently, Sarah leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock and then licked her lips, lightly tasting the pre-cum that had streamed out. Looking up at him her nostrils flared as she swirled her tongue around the head, wantonly tasting him. Hearing him groan when she wrapped her lips around his cock only made her more heated. James groaned and bucked his hips forward when she thrust her head down taking as much as his cock as she could, savoring the taste, reveling at the feel of every inch of him as he hit the back of her throat. James could barely stand it. The woman of his obsession was on her knees before him, servicing him. The woman who had lusted over silently over the past six months was his. He could feel the arousal tightening within. The animalistic desire and lust was brimming toward the top. He growled low in his throat as he felt her lips sliding up and down the length of his cock, her tongue swirling around it teasingly. "James!" Sarah, yelled in surprise when she felt his fist in her hair throwing her down to the hardwood floor. Her heart was pounding when she looked up and saw the feral desire that was in his eyes. It was so primal. It was dominant. He was the predator. She was the prey. "Oh, God!" Sarah felt the edges of orgasm as soon as the head of his cock slid between her parted folds and filled her wet and waiting sex with one savage stroke. Her back arched to meet his thrust as her legs wrapped around him to feel him deeper within her. "Oh, God! Oh God!" she yelled over and over as she clung to him, her nails digging into his upper arms. Her whole body was spasming, responding to the sexual stimulation in ways that she never dreamed possible. The world was unlocked and it was flooding to the forefront of her consciousness. James silently took her with all the ferocity of his lust. His cock slammed into her core over and over again as her hips rose to meet him, accepting him, silently pleading for more. Her wetness was clamped down on him as he thrust into her over and over again. "Take me, James," Sarah implored as she hung onto him tightly, licking and sucking on his neck and chest. "Take me! I am yours. I am yours! Please take me! Oh my God, I'm coming! Oh my God, I'm going to cum!" "Yield to me!" James growled at her while he drove his cock into her, feeling her juices splashing against him. She was slick. She was hot. She was writhing beneath him. Sarah was moving in a way that only slaves moved, using their bodies to please their master. "Yield to me, all that you are!" "I'm yours! I'm yours! I'm yours and only yours!" she was lost in the rapturous frenzy as her body moved with her controlling it. Her already heightened sensations went into overload as the flood of her yielding took over. Her whole body shook as her nails drew blood on his upper arms. Her sex tightened down on his cock as he forced himself into her, allowing no remorse, taking what he wanted. Awakenings Ch. 01 As the orgasm subsided she felt his cock stimulating her sensitive inner walls, stretching her in a delicious ache. She looked up at him. "I love you. I love you master. You're my master. I'm yours." It seemed natural for her to say. She was enslaved by him. Sarah could no longer deny it. "Master!" Sarah exclaimed when she felt James' strong hands holding her wrists down. Veins in his forehead throbbed as she gazed into one of the most intense faces that she ever saw. She went silent as she felt another orgasm building up within her. She was captive to him. Sarah had to endure whatever pleasure he forced onto her. She knew it. She waited for it. "Oh no, not again. Not again! I can't it anymore!" Her orgasm took her over washing blackness over her consciousness as her whole body tightened with her back arched. She felt her cervix open up as he plunged into her core, slamming his cock deep within her. James growled as he savagely slammed into her one more time, unable to hold back any longer. "Master!" Sarah exclaimed as she felt his hot seed empty into her. His cock exploded within her and her muscles naturally tightened down, milking him as his cock remained still. His seed spilled out into her womb, into her core, filling her up. A warmth washed over her as she shivered, looking up at him. "Master," she said quietly, startled at using the word that came no naturally to him. "Yes, my girl," he said looking down at her gently, his cock still buried deep within her. He could feel her sex spasming around him as she closed her eyes and sighed at the feeling. She smiled down at her body as the dim light glowed the on the sheen of sweat that covered her. Sarah opened up her eyes and looked up at him. "You own me now, master," she said quietly, meekly. "I'm yours." "This is known to me." James leaned down and kissed the top of her head, whispering, "I love you." Awakenings Ch. 01 He came into the house very quietly, closing and locking the door. He placed his keys on the table, and put his suitcases down. The house was dark and smelled of candles. He quietly walked to the dining room where he saw where dinner had been. Candles in the center of the table, wine glasses, bottle of wine, etc. were all on the table waiting for the dinner that never occurred. He placed his hands on the doorway, looked at the clock which read 1:13am and hung his head. He was in such trouble. He told her he'd be home by 6:00. But with delays in flights and crazy cab drivers, he hadn't made it. His cell phone was in and out of range and died completely. He sighed and looked in the fridge, seeing all his favorite food in plastic containers she had made for dinner. Sighing, he reached for a beer and closed the fridge. Popping the top he took a long swallow and sighed. Might as well go upstairs and face it, he thought. Heading upstairs, he saw no lights on coming from the bedroom. Damn she went to bed mad, he thought. Pulling off his tie and jacket, he pushed open the door to the bedroom. He stopped and looked at the bed in wonder. Moonlight streamed across the room and the bed. She lay there on top of the comforter on her side in a long flowing white satin gown. He knew that gown, she wore it for him when she wanted to seduce him, which honestly didn't' take much when it came to her. One of the spaghetti straps had fallen down her shoulder and lay against her arm. One hand was tucked under her cheek, her long hair spread out behind her, the lace of her gown barely covering her breasts. He swallowed hard, and took another long swallow of beer. He was gonna have to make this up to her, he smiled slyly. Going to the bathroom, he undressed and brushed his teeth. He came out in just his briefs and went over to his side of the bed. He lay down beside her and reached over and turned off her alarm. He slowly bent down and kissed her warm shoulder. He then kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Hi baby." She brushed at her ear and moaned in her sleep. He smiled at her and gently ran a finger over her lower lip. He then took his finger and slowly dragged the spaghetti strap down further, exposing her breast. His eyes darkened when he saw her nipple peek out at him. He gently ran the tip of his finger around her nipple, seeing it pucker under his finger. He leaned in and kissed her lower lip gently. Leaning up, he whispered into her ear again. "Baby, I'm home." She moaned in her sleep again and shifted slightly, exposing more of her breast to him. He groaned softly, and gave in and bent down kissed the top of her breast. He looked up to see if she awoke but she remained still. He smiled against her breast and licked lightly. He trailed his tongue down to her nipple and curled his tongue around it. She moaned in her sleep and her lips parted. Looking up, she still hadn't wakened and he got bolder in his attentions. He closed his lips around her nipple and sucked gently. Swirling his tongue around her nipple, he cupped her breast in his hand and raised it further to his lips. She moaned again, this time in a different way. A way he knew and loved to hear. She was getting aroused and not even awake. She shifted again and rolled onto her back, her lips were parted, and her breathing became slightly heavy. Her breast laid exposed and her nipple hard and wet in the moonlight. He pulled down the other strap and exposed the other breast. He leaned over and licked it gently, then swirled his tongue around it the same as he had the other one. He reached over with one hand and cupped her other breast and held it. Trailing his tongue up her breast, over her collar bone, up her neck, and up to her ear, he gently blew into her ear. She moaned again, shifted and turned her head toward him. He cupped her cheek in his hand and gently kissed her lips. He went back to her breasts and licked and sucked on both nipples, arousing her while she slept. She began to moan more, and she moved her hips up from the bed and back down again. He smiled against her nipple and thought to himself, "In for a nickel..." and reached down and began to pull up her nightgown when she lifted her hips in her sleep. He pulled it up to her tummy and found her without panties and groaned aloud. He cursed every pilot, cabbie, and cell phone maker in the world for making him miss this. He then blew gently against her tummy. He ran his hand over her hip and kissed her tummy softly. He then began to kiss his way downward risking hell and fury when she woke up. He parted her legs gently and kissed each thigh softly. He looked up and saw her lips open, breathing heavier, and her fingers at her lips. He slowly slid up her body and settled beside her. He trailed his hand between her thighs and began to massage between her legs. He slipped a finger between the lips of her pussy and found her damp against his finger. He groaned aloud and kissed the top of her breast. He slowly drew his finger up and down her inner lips, feeling her grow more and more wet against his finger. He heard her moan and begin to pant, turning him on further. He found her clitoris and circled it slowly, round and round, arousing her more and more. He slowly slid his finger down her lips and into her opening, laying his thumb against her clitoris and rubbing it slowly but firmly. He laid his forehead against hers and continued his stroking, listening to her moan and pant, then he heard her softly say his name. He groaned, gave in, and kissed her mouth, opening her lips and pushing his tongue into her mouth. He felt her stir, and moan against his mouth. He pulled away from her and laid his forehead against hers again. He saw her eyes open, her become aware of her surroundings and gaze at him. "Hi baby." He whispered. "I'm sorry I was late I---"She cut him off and kissed him hard on the mouth. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, moaning passionately. She held his face in her hands, and continued kissing him while he stroked inside her. She wrapped her arms around him and whimpered against his lips. Her hips moved against his hand, back and forth riding his fingers. She buried her face in his neck and moaned against his skin. She panted into his ear, moaning for him not to stop, and writhed against him furiously. He held her tightly and watched her begin to orgasm. She bit her lower lip and whimpered. She moaned, and leaned her head back. Her hips moved against his hand of their own volition and he rubbed her clitoris faster to help her cum. She laid her forehead against his and moaned loudly. "I'm going to cum." she whispered, panting hard. "I know honey, let go." he whispered, and kissed her hard on the mouth. She cried out against his lips and came apart in his arms. He held her close and murmured to her softly as she enjoyed herself. He wrapped both his arms around her and held her to his chest while her quivering subsided. He kissed her gently just below the ear and licked her earlobe. She panted against his neck, slowly calming down. She leaned back and looked at him. "You're very late." she whispered. As he tried to speak, she placed her fingers over his lips. He gazed at her and kissed her fingers. She smiled at him and reached down and pulled at his briefs, pulling them down his legs and throwing them off the bed. She pushed him over onto his back and then slid up his body and straddled his thighs. She reached down and pulled her nightgown off and let it fall to the floor. She leaned forward and kissed each of his nipples. She then kissed him gently on the lips. "You can make it up to me now." she whispered wickedly. Awakenings Ch. 01 Greetings to the readers here at Literotica! I am new here, but not new to erotic storywriting. I hope you enjoy my stories. I write novellas mostly, so my Stories are in chapters. I hope you like what you read as much as I had writing it! So, on we go to Jennifer's World! Chapter 01: Jennifer's World Jennifer still lived at home. She had just graduated high school, and yesterday was her 19th birthday. She had a boyfriend...sort of. He was "safe", according to her dad, meaning that his intentions were ALWAYS honorable and above-board. This bored the living hell out of her, and she wished that someone would take her by the hand (or any other body part they wanted to hold) and show her what she had only heard about. In the beginning of June, a new neighbor moved in next door. Jennifer was in the yard when the truck pulled up. As was her wont, She was wearing her summer cooling clothes—bikini bottoms and one of her dad's shirts tied off at the midriff (She liked wearing these shirts, for her tits were very large for her slim 5'6" frame. She was kind of proud of her 38D's, and she loved to encase them in a loose shirt to let them breathe. They were very firm, and extremely sensitive at the nipples and areolas). She watched the truck come to a halt in the driveway next door and saw one of the moving men get out and go around back. This man opened the back doors and climbed inside. He yelled something towards the house that she could not make out, and then the door to the house opened. Jennifer figured that they were preparing to put the contents of the truck into the house. Then she saw him. The man that came out of the house was at least 6' tall, long black hair pulled back into a ponytail. He had a body that looked muscular, and he walked like he was floating. He had a strong jaw. Good legs. Small, firm ass. Jennifer appraised him and found herself staring. She also found herself getting hot. That was before she noticed his crotch. Jennifer had never seen a man's penis before (only from what she had seen in books), and the sight of this man's crotch made her nipples grow hard, and she started to get wet. His crotch looked like a large softball shape in the front of his pants. Now, Jennifer may not have had much sexual experience, but she had masturbated many times, discovering the lustful satisfaction of bringing herself to orgasm. Her left hand started to rub her lower belly and mound, and her right hand snaked into her shirt and gave her right nipple a rolling pinch. She shuddered from the sensation, then withdrew her hand. "I have to meet this guy," she thought. Jennifer smoothed her shirt, her blond hair, and walked around the hedge to the driveway next door. The closer she got to the man, the wetter she felt between her legs! "Hello," the man said when he spied her, "you must be my neighbor. I'm Eric." "H-uh-h-hi," Jennifer stuttered, "I'm Jennifer." "What can I do for you?" "I-uh-wanted to come over and check you—I mean, meet you." "Nice to meet you." Eric looked her over, and liked what he saw. He was partial to large tits, and Jennifer's were perfect! "Umm—are you here alone?" Jennifer hoped she didn't sound eager—well, not too eager anyway. "No I'm not. I moved here with my girlfriend." "Oh." Jennifer felt disappointed, but that did not stop her pussy from tingling, though. "Why don't you go inside? I'm sure she would like to meet you." "OK." Jennifer decided to play the nice neighbor and meet her. She was also relieved to have such an easy way of breaking contact with this stud muffin. She never felt this way before! Jennifer walked to the front door and knocked. A woman inside told her to come in. She walked through the house to the den area. There she saw a striking red-headed woman with beautiful features, and a body Jennifer thought put hers to shame. "Hello. I'm Angela. Eric must have told you to come see me." "I'm Jennifer." Jennifer stood stock-still. She was feeling that same tingle looking at this woman that she felt looking at Eric! "Is there anything wrong?" Angela asked. "I—uh—gulp! —No." she stammered. "Here sit down. Let me get you some water." Jennifer sat down on the couch, thoroughly nonplussed. How could she feel a lust for a woman that was as strong as it was for Eric? She was gorgeous and sexy, there was no doubt about that. Jennifer had always paid attention to her body, and knew the signs of desire. Indeed, her pussy was so wet, and her clit had popped out from its hood and was now rubbing against the soaked fabric of her bikini bottoms. Each little movement of her hips or legs rubbed her clit against the fabric, sending ripples of desire coursing through her body. Her nipples were also painfully hard, aching to be fondled. Angela had not come back yet. Jennifer started to slowly rub her clit through her bikini. She unbuttoned her shirt down to the tie and started to tweak and massage her tit with the other hand. With each rub of her clit and nipple, Jennifer spasmed with pleasure. Her imagination shaped around Angela, fantasizing that she was slowly licking her pussy, lapping up all the juices, sending her into the throes of lust, bringing her closer to cumming with each lick. Jennifer placed her hand inside her bikini bottoms and tweaked her clit. She lurched with the contact. She was really wet! Her hands were working more feverishly now on her clit and nipples, bringing her closer and closer to cumming. In her fantasy, Angela had swung around and offered her pussy to Jennifer, begging her to lick her. "MMM, that looks fun! Can I help?" Jennifer started, pulling her hands away from her body. There, standing in the middle of the den, one hand slowly massaging a breast through a shirt, was Angela! Jennifer turned beet red, embarrassed by being caught masturbating herself. Angela did not give Jennifer time to answer. She came over and sat down next to her, holding a glass of water. "It was obvious you were having a good time. I didn't want to bother you," Angela said. "When you reached inside your bikini, however, that got me so hot that I felt the need to pleasure myself along with you. Then I got this idea: Why don't we pleasure each other?" Jennifer just looked at her. This woman was offering to pleasure her, and she didn't know that she was about make a fantasy a reality for her. The thoughts that the offer brought up were extremely erotic to her, and they were so powerful that she could not speak. Instead, Jennifer leaned over and kissed her. When their lips met, fireworks went off in both of their heads. The kiss started soft, then quickly became urgent, as if that kiss could transmit the lust they felt for each other. Their tongues explored every inch of each other's mouth. Their hands found each other's tits and were playing with the nipples. Angela took her shirt and shorts while still kissing Jennifer, then helped Jennifer remove her bikini and shirt. The touch of Angela's hand sent thrills through her, adding more and more to her need. When Angela was next to her again, Jennifer decided that she wanted to taste Angela's tits. She broke the kiss, then started to lick and kiss her neck, heading towards those massive globes. Jennifer slowly kissed her way down to her right breast. Angela let out a low moan of pleasure at the contact. Jennifer kissed and licked her entire breast ending at the nipple. She put the nipple in her mouth and gave it a playful bite. "OOOOOH, yes!" Angela moaned, "Suck my nipples, woman! Suck them hard! OOH!" Jennifer switched between Angela's gorgeous tits, alternating between licking and biting and sucking, driving her wild. After a few minutes, Angela couldn't take anymore. "Enough!" she moaned. "Now it's my turn!" Angela slipped to the floor, positioned Jennifer in front of her, and slowly spread her legs. She took a long whiff of Jennifer's aroma, then started kissing her at the knee, working her way up towards her honeypot. Jennifer watched Angela's head slowly creep towards her hot, aching pussy. The sensations of her tongue and teeth on her skin, coupled with the realization that her fantasy was now a reality, and the fact that before now she would NEVER have thought about making it with a woman, awakened a primal lust and desire in her. There was nothing else; she wanted Angela! She wanted her to eat her pussy, chew her clit, tongue-fuck her... "AAAH!" Jennifer moaned, "Oh, please, eat me! Lick my pussy! Bite my clit! Make me cum hard!" Angela finally reached Jennifer's pussy. She lapped at the juices that covered it, savoring its taste. "MMMM, you taste so good!" she said. "Eat me, slut! Eat my pussy!" Jennifer said. "Now where did that come from?" she thought to herself. Angela rammed her mouth onto Jennifer's pussy, sticking her tongue into her as far as she could. Jennifer screamed with pleasure. Angela licked and sucked her pussy lips making them even wetter. She alternated sucking her lips and driving her tongue inside her pussy. Each drive made Jennifer squeal with lust and pleasure. Angela reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit, sending shivers through her body. Jennifer lost all reason. Her thoughts were animalistic, living only for the sensations that Angela's tongue was giving her. She didn't even care if anyone heard her. After a few more minutes, Angela stopped. Jennifer looked at her. "What's wrong?" she asked. Get on the floor, slut!" Angela growled. How that word sent ripples of pleasure through Jennifer! Jennifer slipped to the floor. She found it hard to move since her body was still buzzing with lust and desire for this woman. She laid on her back. Angela positioned herself over Jennifer, guiding her pussy towards Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer knew what she wanted, and had the fleeting thought that she did not know what to do. She figured on winging it, hoping she would do it right so that Angela would return sucking her pussy. She needed Angela's tongue! Angela lowered her pussy onto Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer started sucking the lips and licking the clit. Angela shuddered at the contact. Jennifer started to mimic what Angela had done to her, ramming her tongue deep inside her. Pretty soon, Angela was also screaming at the sensation. Jennifer continued to suck Angela's pussy and nibble her clit. Angela started to shudder uncontrollably. "OOOH, YES!" she screamed. "Yes, that's it. YES!" Then Angela dived into Jennifer's pussy again, driving her tongue into her as hard as she could. This had the effect of making Jennifer buck, which in turn drove Jennifer's tongue hard into her. The two women ate each other out at a fevered pace. Their passion could not stay in place either, as they started rolling around the den, their mouths firmly attached to each other's pussy. Their movements were becoming more spasmodic. Angela lifted her head. "Oh G-G-God!" she stammered, "oh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She threw her head back into Jennifer's pussy, biting and sucking like a madwoman. I-I'm cumming too!" Jennifer managed to say with a mouth full of pussy lips. Both women came at the same time. Jennifer felt the first wave hit her like a locomotive, washing over her entire being. She drove her pussy harder into Angela's mouth with each wave. It felt like it would never end. Angela's orgasm rocked her body, and she became so hypersensitive that each touch of Jennifer's hands, body lips and tongue sent her into another lustful orgasmic ripple, rocking her body anew. It was five minutes before the two women could separate from each other and look bleary-eyed at the ceiling. "That was incredible!" Jennifer finally said. "That was the most sensational experience I've had! I-I never thought I could come THAT hard!" "Oh, jeez, it was great!" Angela said. "I haven't come this hard since my first time with Eric, and I really didn't think I would make it with a woman!" "Me either!" "We have got to do this again!" "Wait! I gotta catch my breath! I'm wiped!" "Don't worry, so am I. We'll start again when we can both stand." "This time, I'm joining in," said a voice from the front door. Startled, the women looked over. At the door stood Eric, with an ear-splitting grin on his face...