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Best of Both Worlds

By: nasty_dan



Chapter One

Amy Jackson turned left into the residential area where she lived with her daughter. There was a growing sense of anticipation, as she got closer to home. It was early Friday afternoon, three hours before she normally got off work, and she was excited. Her dad, Rob Manning, was visiting Amy and her daughter and she had a surprise for them. It wasn't a big deal, she knew, but she thought they could all use a night on the town. And, with the substantial raise she'd received from her boss that morning, she was going to splurge and the three of them were going to paint the town red.

Amy's parents divorced the year before and Rob still seemed a little lost whenever he visited. Sometimes she would see him staring into space with that expressionless stare on his handsome, rugged face and it would break her heart. When she saw him this way, Amy wanted desperately to do something, anything, to help him but she didn't know what to do. The only thing that seemed to have any affect was talking to him, leading him into conversations that would take his mind off the pain he still felt.

Her parents' divorce had taken her by surprise, maybe more than it had her dad. One day, out of the blue, Thelma Manning told her husband of thirty-six years that she wanted out. Apparently, she had found and fallen in love with another man and she no longer loved her husband. The news probably shouldn't have surprised anyone, she had reflected later, because her parents' marriage had disintegrated into a marriage of convenience long ago.

Amy's own divorce had gone the same route. She married James Trawley when she was eighteen and became pregnant with Stacey when she was nineteen. The only reason James had stayed around so long was because of their daughter; the stingy bastard didn't want to pay years of child support even though he could afford it. When Stacey was barely seventeen James finally asked Amy for a divorce and moved out. He paid child support for ten months until his daughter turned eighteen, then he was out of their life. That was a little over a year ago and Amy had moved on. The trick was to find a way to get Rob Manning to move on.

Her dad had married young, as she had. He was twenty when he met Amy's mother and the two were married less than two months later. Maybe, she reasoned, as she slowed the car to turn into the drive, getting married at a young age isn't a good idea. It certainly had proved to be a disaster in her life and the lives of her parents. Perhaps it was something she needed to tell Stacey, who was an impressionable eighteen-years-old and just one month shy of graduating high school. Although her daughter wasn't seeing anyone seriously it never hurt to be prepared.

Amy unlocked the door of her modest two-bedroom bungalow and stepped into the living room. She was surprised that her dad wasn't in the recliner watching some cable sports show. He and Stacey were probably out walking, maybe at the nearby neighborhood park, since his car was still parked at the curb in fRobt of the house. Well, she smiled, that would give her time to take a quick shower and get ready for a night of fun. 

Amy heard voices coming from Stacey's small bedroom when she stepped into the hall. Most likely her daughter had roped Rob into helping her study for finals and Amy padded barefoot down the hall to the door that was opened a few inches. She was anticipating their reactions when she told them what was in store later that evening. But she didn't have a chance to spring the surprise on her daughter and father. Just as her hand touched the door, Amy looked through the six-inch crack and gasped. She took an involuntary step back, then sucked in a deep breath and stepped back to the door.

Stacey was on her hands and knees, naked, with her face on the pillow and her small, round ass high in the air. Rob, equally naked, was behind his granddaughter with his hands on her soft hips as he rocked back and forth, sending his hard cock in and out of Stacey's pussy. Amy could hear the loud squishing sound of her dad's cock thrusting in and out of her daughter's sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck me, granddad!" Stacey exclaimed in a voice filled with lust. "Make my pussy feel your hard cock!"

"You want me to fuck you hard, baby?" Rob growled. "You like your pussy pounded?"

"Yes! Fuck me hard and fast!"

"I love your little cunt!"

"Oh, your cock feels so good in me, granddad!" There was an unmistakable sound of need in Stacey's voice that her mother couldn't help hearing. "Please cum in me! Fill me with your seed!"

"I'm getting close, baby!" Rob assured his granddaughter as he picked up the tempo and began slamming her pussy with his fat, seven-inch cock.

Amy stood at the door, her mouth working but no sound coming out. She was too surprised to even move a muscle. She just stood peering through the slender crack into her daughter's room, watching her own father make love to her eighteen-year-old daughter. It was beyond belief and so mind-blowing that she could hardly think. Finally, Amy snapped out of her trance and pushed the door open.

"Oh, fuck! I'm cumming, granddad!" Stacey screamed suddenly.

"Yes! I'm gonna...OH, STACEY!"

Amy stood in the doorway watching her dad's body tense as his cock exploded deep inside of his granddaughter, filling her young pussy with his seed. Stacey's hips gyrated convulsively as she rode the crest of her orgasm, groaning loudly with each spurt of her granddad's seed into her cum-hungry cunt. When Rob and Stacey were finally spent, they collapsed onto their sides together, gasping for breath. It was then that Stacey opened her eyes and froze.

"Oh, mom..."

Chapter Two

Amy felt like a coward as she sat on the edge of her bed staring at the floor. Instead of confRobting her father, she had fled down the hall to her own bedroom and locked the door. As soon as Stacey saw her and called to her with a frightened, wide-eyed look on her face, Amy had turned and ran. She couldn't remember why...she just ran. The look of surprise and guilt on her dad's face barely registered as she hurried away in humiliation.

How could he have done that? He was shamelessly fucking his granddaughter and, while Stacey was of majority age and could have sex if she pleased, she was still a young girl as far as Amy was concerned. And it wouldn't have mattered if Stacey were ten years older; Rob had no right fucking his own granddaughter. It was incest and that was unacceptable. Then, as that thought came into her head, Amy closed her eyes and groaned softly as she remembered something she'd forgotten.

Amy and her best friend, Beth, were eighteen and fresh out of high school. It was a Saturday night and the two girls planned to cruise the town in Beth's parents' car looking for boys. Both were sexually active and looked forward to a wild night of partying and sex with a couple of good looking guys.

An hour into the evening they were approached by two boys they had known at high school, both of them football players and very good looking. The four ended up at a popular parking spot at a nearby lake. Amy and Beth got their wish; within five minutes after reaching the parking area, both girls were completely naked, their legs spread and their cock-hungry pussies filled with hard, throbbing meat. And ten minutes later it was all over and neither girl went away satisfied.

"That was a waist of time, "Beth grumped as both sat cross-legged on her double bed. They had returned to her parents' house and were silently steaming over the poor quality of sex that both had hoped would be mind-blowing.

"Yeah. You know how long I've fantasized about Jimmy Ryan?" Amy shook her head and pushed a strand of blond hair from her face. "At least two years. What a loser. I could've gotten a better fuck from a monkey."

"You got that right."

Several minutes passed as the two sat in silent commiseration. It was almost midnight and the house was quiet; Beth's parents had gone to bed a few hours ago and her older brother was away camping with friends. Even though Amy knew that it shouldn't be such a big deal – you win some and lose some – she was still disappointed that the evening hadn't gone that well as she had expected.

Then, suddenly, she froze when she felt Beth's hand on her bare thigh. Amy raised her head and looked at her friend. What she saw startled her to her very core. The expression on Beth's face was unmistakable lust, an almost urgent sort of desire that was generated from the raging fires of yearning to be touched and to touch. Amy sucked in a deep, tremulous breath.

"Please, don't turn me away, Amy." Beth's voice was thick with lust and need as she stared at her best friend. Her bottom lip trembled.

"What are you doing?" Amy asked softly.

"I...I want you."

Amy hesitated for a moment, unable to think of a response. She had never made love to another girl before – not that she actually thought it was wRobg, but because she had simply never been aroused by the thought of being with a girl sexually. This was not an area she was comfortable with and Amy was suddenly very ill at ease with a friend she had known for years. It was as though she were meeting Beth for the first time.

"Beth, we can't do this."

"Why? Because girls are not supposed to love each other? Who decides that we can't love each other?"

"I don't know." Amy looked away for a moment. Beth's hand, soft and warm, still rested on her thigh. "It's just that...I mean, well, I've never done anything like this before."

"Neither have I."

Amy shook her head. "Then, why me?"

"I don't know. I can't explain it. "Beth shook her head and a long, curly strand of auburn hair fell across her face. She pushed it to one side of her pretty face, her beautiful eyes never straying from Amy. "I've wanted you for a long time but I've never had the courage to do anything about it."

Amy sucked in a breath and released it slowly. "In a soft, almost inaudible voice, she said, "This is crazy."

"No more crazy than two guys who used us to deposit their cum in and didn't have the decency to make sure we were satisfied." Amy heard the bitterness in Beth's voice. "At least we understand our bodies better because we are women and I bet we can satisfy each other if we try."

Amy sighed. "I don't even know where to start," she laughed nervously.

"How bout we start with a kiss and see where that goes," Beth said softly. Then she shrugged and added, "If it doesn't work, if you don't want to, you know, make love, then we'll stop."

Beth's hand began to gently caress Amy's inner thigh, moving in slow, easy circles. The young blond had to admit that the feel of her friend's hand on her thigh did feel good. Maybe it was because of the lingering, unresolved lust from earlier that night but she began to respond to Beth's touch, and the way her soft hand felt on her thigh. 

She sighed and nodded her head. The two girls stared at each other for a long moment, and then Beth slowly leaned toward her friend until their lips touched. The kiss was brief, tentative as the two felt each other out. Then, without a word, Amy felt Beth's lips, soft and yielding on hers for a second time. Without thinking about it, her lips parted slightly and accepted Beth's tongue into her mouth.

The kiss was surprising because Amy hadn't expected it to be so different. Even though it was a kiss she found that kissing another girl was not at all like kissing a boy. It just felt different – somehow better. When she felt Beth's free hand on the back of her head, Amy slipped her arms around her friend. The feel of Beth's hand gently caressing her inner thigh began to fire the lust within her and Amy smoothly moved her legs apart. She felt her pulse quicken knowing that she had just given her best friend permission to touch the most intimate part of her body. And Beth didn't disappoint her. When she felt a slender finger slip under her panties and move slowly up along her lips, she gasped loudly.

"Do you like that?" Beth asked softly.

"Y-Yes," Amy stammered.

"I want to make sweet love to you, baby," Beth continued in her low, soft voice. "I want to male you feel so good."

"Oh..."

"Let's get undressed and into bed," Beth suggested.

The two girls undressed, their eyes hungrily watching each other. Beth hurriedly shut off the light and crawled into bed beside Amy. As if they had been lovers for a long time, Amy and Beth rolled easily onto their sides and into each other's arms. For Amy, it was an incredible experience, heightened by the fact that lying in the arms of her best friend was considered taboo. But it was so hot, so extraordinary that it took her breath away to feel the soft skin of Beth against her own body.

"This is so nice," Beth murmured, as they kissed.

"Yes it is," Amy agreed with a smile.

"I want you to know that I've never done this before," Beth confessed. She lightly cupped one of Amy's small, firm breasts and smiled inwardly as her friend sucked in a deep, tremulous breath. "You're my first girl."

"This is so crazy, Beth, but I like it," Amy laughed.

Beth rolled her friend on her back and straddled her. She lowered her face and kissed Amy's lips, then her neck and gently took each ear lobe into her mouthy. Amy groaned, a luxuriant feeling of warmth flooding throughout her body. When Beth sucked in a hard nipple, Amy gasped and took her friend's head in her hands.

It felt good...so damn good! Amy would never have believed something could feel so wonderful. The notion that another girl could make her so hot, so wet had been inconceivable until now. She heard small whimpers come from her open mouth as Beth feasted on her hard, sensitive nipples and she tilted her head back and gave into her friend's touch.

Beth's lips kissed her breasts, her tummy and finally her soft, slender thighs before she felt hot breath on her pussy. Then, without warning, Beth's mouth began to devour Amy's sodden womanhood, drawing her lips and clit into her mouth, exploring her depth with a searing hot tongue that drove her mad with desire. She stared at Beth with wide lust-filled eyes as the other girl continued to feast on her pussy.

Beth's attentiveness, as she consumed Amy's pussy, and the intensity of her tongue and lips, soon had Amy gyrating, bucking and thrashing on the bed. Amy's back was arched, her ass hovering inches from the mattress as she gave into the overwhelming feel of her best friend's mouth. A succession of loud, forceful 'OH's' had become a sort of mantra as she came closer to orgasm.

Suddenly, she could take no more. Amy grabbed Beth's head and pulled her face tightly against her pussy as her hips began rocking wildly, rubbing the brunette's face with her sopping wet pussy. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming as she finally fell into the chasm of the most mind-numbing orgasm of her young life.

"Yesssss!" she hissed.

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever as she locked eyes with Beth. Amy could see Beth's lips spread into a smile as she rode the raging storm of her orgasm. Finally, after what seemed a century, Amy lowered her ass to the mattress and sucked in a long, tremulous breath of air. Beth crawled up to lay beside her. With a long sigh of contentment, she allowed Beth to take her into her arms and hold her.

"You came so hard, Amy!" Beth exclaimed softly.

Amy shook her head and grinned. "I've never had an orgasm so intense in my life."

"Maybe girls know best when it comes to our bodies," Beth laughed.

"You do, at least," Amy agreed.

Beth pushed a strand of damp, sweaty hair from Amy's face. "I used to wonder what your pussy would taste like," she said with a grin.

"Yeah? Was it good?"

"It was fantastic, though I could taste Jimmy's cum in you. It's gone now." She grinned impishly at her friend.

Amy ran a hand down Beth's back and onto the taught cheeks of her ass. Beth groaned softly when she felt her friend's hand slip between her legs and cup her mound. She rolled onto her back to give Amy easy access to her body. When Amy's lips found hers, Beth opened her mouth and sucked in eager tongue. They kissed with passion, their eyes open, their hands exploring. Amy parroted Beth had done earlier, reveling in the soft skin of her friend's neck as she kissed her tenderly.

Beth's breasts were a little bigger than Amy's but not by much. The feel of her hard nipples as she suckled was something Amy had never experienced before and she feasted on Beth's hard nubs with a ravenous appetite. She enjoyed hearing the brunette's gasps of pleasure as she chewed on her nipples.

Finally Amy found herself between Beth's wide spread legs staring at her pussy. She stared at the light brown hair that covered the puffy mound of Beth's womanhood and pushed a finger through the soft hair. She could feel the intense heat as she slowly, tentatively lowered her face.

Suddenly, she was consuming her friend's most special place with an eagerness that she had never known. With her thumbs, Amy spread Beth's wet, slick lips and used her tongue to drive her into a thrashing frenzy. As she worked her tongue and lips on Beth's pussy, sucking and licking and probing, Amy groaned her own pleasure. Never would she have thought or admitted that eating another girl's pussy could be so satisfying.

When Beth's ass rose from the bed, her back arched and hips rocking with heated desire, Amy reached under and grasped her friend's soft ass cheeks. Amy gripped them hard as Beth thrashed wildly. Her face was slick with Beth's juices as the brunette ground her pussy forcefully against Amy's face.

The groan that came from Beth as she slipped into the storm of her orgasm was long and tortuous sounding as she struggled to be quiet. When she finally lowered her lovely ass to the bed, her body trembling with the aftermath of the most breathtaking sex of her life, Beth smiled and gently pulled Amy up beside her. Lying on their sides and facing each other, the two girls kissed with gentle passion. They fell asleep that night holding each other.

* * * * * * * * *

Amy opened her eyes. It had been years since she thought of that night, yet she remembered it like it had just happened. She and Beth had become lovers...at least for that summer until Beth went away to college. Then Amy met and married James Trawley and after awhile she forgot all about their affair. After Beth graduated college she married a man she'd met in her senior year and the two moved to Oregon. They had seen each other twice in the years since and neither woman ever mentioned what had happened that summer. And Amy had let those memories slip into some deep recess in her mind and forgot all about the most spectacular affair of her life.

Until now...

When she saw Stacey, naked and on her knees, giving herself to her grandfather, it all came back. Seeing her beautiful daughter, naked and writhing in the throes of lust, she remembered that summer and the delight she felt each time she and Beth made love. It was seeing her daughter's sexy young body, naked and willing to please that had brought it all about.

And Amy recognized the burning desire that suddenly sent tingles of desire deep into her tummy. With a groan, she slipped a hand under her skirt and into her panties to cup her pussy that was already wet from memories of Beth. As she stared at the floor, images of her daughter flooded her mind and she moaned with pleasure. She could almost feel Stacey's soft lips on hers as she rubbed her sex-swollen clit.

Amy abruptly stood up and quickly undressed. She dropped back onto the bed, spread her long legs wide and raised her feet into the air as she pushed a finger deep inside her pussy. With a whimper of delight, Amy pushed in a second and began rubbing her clit with her thumb as she saw the image of her naked daughter in her mind's eye/


Best of Both Worlds



It felt depraved and wRobg but the one thought in the forefRobt of her mind was that she hoped Stacey would suddenly open the door and walk in. The way she laid on the bed, her legs spread wide, she faced the door. If Stacey did walk in, she would see her mother naked and frigging her pussy. It was the thought that drove her closer and closer to orgasm. She wanted Stacey to walk in and see her like this, spread-legged in such a wanton way.

In the back of her mind, Amy knew it was her lust that guided her imagination at that moment. But, at that moment, she wanted what her lust dictated. She wanted her young daughter to see her like this, even if it was wRobg. She wanted to make love to Stacey and feel her in the way she had felt Beth all those years ago.

It didn't take long and Amy began to orgasm, her body shuddering with the intensity of her lust. A long, hushed groan came from her mouth as she rocked her hips with the stuttering tempo of her climax. When it was finally over she lowered her trembling legs and lay gasping for breath. Looking at the closed door, she realized that she would have to have her daughter. 

Chapter Three

An hour later, Amy stood near her bed as she dried her hair with a towel, still dressed in a white bathrobe when she heard a soft knock on the door. Before she could open her mouth, the door opened and Stacey stepped inside. Stacey, wearing a tee shirt and gym shorts, looked so beautiful that Amy almost groaned. Never had she thought she would be attracted to her daughter, but after what she'd seen earlier...

"Granddad left," Stacey said after a moment. "He went to a motel and said he'd be back for his clothes in the morning."

"Stacey – "

"It wasn't his fault, mom," the young girl interrupted. "You can't let him leave."

"Ok. Tell me about it."

Stacey shrugged. "You know I've been sexually active for awhile. No guy has ever made me cum until granddad. All the others were just too young and didn't know how to satisfy a woman. But granddad...I came three times with him." She leaned against the dresser for a moment, then, "I seduced him, mom."

Amy gazed at her daughter for a long moment without speaking. She was a little uncomfortable with the ease with which Stacey talked about sex. The young woman had gone straight to the heart of the matter, not mincing words. In Amy's day sex was a subject that most people broached slowly and carefully. It was forbidden. And young people seldom, if ever, discussed sex with such simple straightforwardness unless they did so with their peers. Even uttering the word, much less getting into a discussion with adults was not done.

But she had taught Stacey to be her own woman, with her own personality and uniqueness. Amy's daughter was simply being who she had been raised to be. Still, a conversation regarding sex between her daughter and her father was an uncomfortable issue, even though her own feelings weren't so much wrapped around her father and daughter having sex, but the fact that she had seen Stacey nude and in the throes of lust. It boiled down to that one stark image of Stacey, naked and desirable, that had awakened an old, nearly forgotten taboo.

Amy sighed. "I know you think I'm angry and disappointed, but I'm not."

"Then what's wRobg?" Stacey's face was a mirror of confusion as she looked at her mother.

Amy couldn't answer her daughter. The problem was simple...pure, unadulterated resentment. In less than a mere few hours, Amy had gone from a loving mother to a mother who wanted her daughter in a way that most people would define as shameful. And, Amy allowed, she was a little envious of her father for accomplishing what she wanted. How could she come straight out and tell Stacey that her own mother was attracted to her? That should go over well.

"I...well, perhaps its better that we just leave it alone," she said instead of what was really on her mind. The fear of rejection was simply too great.

"No, mother, let's talk about it," Stacey objected with concern on her pretty face. "No secrets, ok?"

"This is not something I'm comfortable talking about," she sighed.

"I don't understand," Stacey persisted. "You accidentally catch granddad and I having sex and you say that you're not angry or disappointed. Yet, there is still a problem and you -" 

Stacey stopped talking, the expression on her face turning to complete surprise and understanding. She stared wide-eyed at her mother, her mouth opened in shock. She shook her head slowly as a grin began to spread.

"You want granddad, too," she said with sudden understanding in her voice.

"No, I don't, Stacey," Amy blurted. Then she stopped but it was too late.

"But..." Stacey's face registered momentary confusion, and then turned quickly to disbelief. In a soft, barely audible voice that came out as a whisper, she said, "You want me?"

For the first time that she could remember, Amy suddenly found herself at a loss for words. Never had she felt awkward or embarrassed with Stacey. It was the most difficult, discomforting moment of her life, and she was more uncertain of herself at that moment than she had ever been before. She didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry," Stacey said quickly when she saw her mother's uneasiness. "I guess I was, well, kind of shocked.

Amy sighed. "I guess I owe you an explanation. It isn't like I've lusted for you for years.."

Then Amy sucked in a deep, tremulous breath. In a halting voice she told her daughter of the relationship she'd had with Beth so many years ago. She told Stacey about that night with the two boys and what happened later in Beth's bedroom. When she finished, there was complete and utter silence as she watched the expression on her daughter's face change from astonishment to awe.

"When I saw you with your granddad, it brought back that time," Amy said. "You're so beautiful that your nude body reminded me of Beth."

Stacey shook her head in amazement. "You and your best friend were lovers?"

"Yes," Amy nodded. "At least briefly until she left for college. But I married your father and that part of my life ended. I thought it best to be a faithful wife."

"Can I ask a question?" When Amy nodded, Stacey said, "Did you enjoy it? I mean, did you like making love to another woman?"

Amy thought about it for a moment. "Yes, I enjoyed making love with Beth. But you have to understand that it's much different than making love with a man. It's hard to describe but it was as though Beth and I were in tune with one another, that we knew each other better than any one else. And I guess that was true." She fell silent for a moment then, "That was Beth's argument the first time when she seduced me. She said that we could satisfy each other better since we were both women and understood the needs of a woman better than a man."

Amy studied her daughter for a moment while the younger woman digested all she'd heard. She didn't seem to be repulsed by the story Amy had told her or by the fact that her mother had once had another woman as a lover. And it was then that she decided to seduce her daughter. That moment seemed to be the best time and she stood up slowly. She walked across the room to Stacey and placed both hands lightly on her daughter's hips. She looked into Stacey's eyes.

"You know, Stacey, making love to another woman isn't all that bad," she said softly.

"I-I don't know, mom," Stacey stammered hesitantly. "I mean, I've never done anything like this."

"There's always a first time," Amy smiled.

"Yes, but..." Uncertainty clouded the young woman's eyes as she gazed at her mother.

"You know I would never do anything to hurt you."

"I know, mom."

"I would never try to pressure you into doing something you didn't want to do."

"I know."

Amy slipped both hands under her daughter's tee shirt and caressed her exquisitely soft, flat tummy. She locked eyes with Stacey as she slowly moved her hands up toward her small breasts. When she cupped Stacey's breasts in her hands and lightly touched her thumbs to the nipples, Amy was surprised to find them hard. She gently squeezed the hard nubs of flesh and smiled inwardly when she heard her daughter gasp softly.

"I think you like this," she told the young woman. 

"It does feel good."

"I'll tell you the same thing Beth told me that first time we made love. We can always stop if one of us doesn't like it."

Stacey sucked in a deep breath and nodded her head slowly without speaking. Amy pulled the tee shirt over her daughter's head and let it fall to the floor. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Stacey's panties and pushed them down. When her daughter was nude, Amy stood and stepped back, appraising her daughter's body.

"You're beautiful," she said softly.

Stacey smiled awkwardly. In a low voice that was filled with the same lust she'd heard in her mother, she stepped forward and said, "I want to see you, mom."

Stacey pulled the belt on the robe, opening it. Amy shrugged out of the garment and let it fall to her feet. Mother and daughter stood separated by a few feet and gazed at one another. Amy's gaze fell immediately to her daughter's pussy which was smooth shaven while a neatly trimmed blanket of soft blond hair covered her own mound. They were both the same height and when Amy stepped forward the two stared directly into each other's eyes. 

"I guess this is where we kiss," Stacey said softly, hesitantly. A slight blush of red colored her face.

"Would you like to?"

"Yes, I think so." She shrugged her slender shoulders and smiled at her mother.

Amy took her daughter into her arms. The first kiss was more of a caress as their lips touched gently, briefly. Their eyes were open, searching, as both leaned in a second time. This time, with a tiny groan, Stacey parted her lips and took her mother's tongue into her mouth. They stood together, their hands gently exploring as their tongues moved together.

Without speaking, Amy led her daughter to the queen-sized bed and pulled back the comforter. In bed, the two women rolled onto their sides facing each other. As they locked eyes their hands began to caress and explore, touch and learn about the other in the most intimate way possible. They kissed with an unhurried passion as their lust began to build for one another.

Amy gently rolled her daughter onto her back, and then pressed her lips to the soft swell of Stacey's neck. The young woman rolled her head back giving her mother easy access to her neck and groaned softly as Amy's lips traveled slowly up toward the sensitive lobe of one ear. For Stacey, giving herself to her mother this way was the most bizarre thing she'd ever done. Still, she liked the sensations her mother's soft lips caused as she slowly and eagerly kissed her neck.

Amy's movements were slow and deliberate as she made love to her beautiful daughter. The scent of Stacey's hair, her skin was an aphrodisiac that stoked the fires of her desire. This was so much better than her memories of Beth and that, she realized, was probably because this was incest...taboo. A mother did not make love to her daughter, her flesh and blood, and that made it all even more erotic.

"Oh, yes, that feels so good," Stacey gasped softly when Amy closed her mouth over one hard nipple.

"You like that, baby?"

"Yes, very much."

"I'm glad, baby," Amy smiled.

Amy's lips and teeth sent ripples of unbridled need surging deep into Stacey. She held her mother's head with both hands as the older woman feasted on her nipples. It was delicious, intoxicating. Desire continued to build, growing bigger and more exciting as she gave into the feel of her mother's mouth. When Amy began to slow trek across her tummy, Stacey sucked in a deep, tremulous breath in anticipation.

"Such a beautiful pussy," Amy said breathlessly as she stared wide-eyed at her daughter's shaved womanhood. "So smooth and flawless and wet."

"I'm wet for you," Stacey replied unabashedly. 

"I can't tell you how hot that makes me knowing I turn you on."

"Eat my pussy, mom," Stacey pleaded suddenly. She needed release more than at any other time in her life. She wanted badly to cum. "Make me cum."

Amy lowered her face and began to bathe the flawless skin of her daughter's mound, feeling the intense heat and smelling her desirable scent. She spread the pink, wet lips and pressed her mouth to them with a groan. She kissed and licked and loved her daughter's pussy with an eagerness she hadn't known for a long time. 

Stacey began to rock her hips slowly as she rubbed her pussy up and down her mother's ardent mouth, holding the older woman's head at the same time and watching her through lust-filled eyes. Tiny gasps of breath issued from her mouth as she watched her mother lying between her wide-spread legs and loving her in a way she could not have believed possible before.

"I'm gonna cum soon, mom," she said in a voice that trembled with desire.

"MMMMM! Yes, baby, cum for me."

It was an involuntary reaction, as though someone else was directing her body, but Stacey suddenly lost control. She tossed back her head and arched her back, lifting her taught ass from the bed. Her hold on Amy's head increased as she pulled her mother's face tight against her pussy. She began to buck and writhe as orgasm approached.

"I'm cumming!" she screamed suddenly as she slipped into the chasm of the most mind-numbing orgasm of her life.

Stacey's hips thrashed wildly, with tiny frantic spasms of pure delight as she succumbed to her climax. Amy held her daughter's soft hips as the young woman jerked and writhed until the awesome storm of her orgasm finally abated. She crawled back up beside Stacey and pulled her into her arms, holding her trembling body tightly. She could feel her daughter's hot breath on her right nipple as she gasped.

Suddenly, as Stacey's gasping breath began to return to normal, Amy felt something warm and wet on her right nipple. With delight she realized that her daughter had sucked the hard flesh into her mouth. She gasped with pleasure when Stacey began to nibble on the sensitive nub.

"Yesssss!" she breathed.

Amy lay on her back and watched as her beautiful daughter alternately devoured her breasts, licking the pale, soft skin of the globes, sucking and chewing the hard nipples until she wanted to scream with desire. The young woman took her time, spending several minutes enjoying the feel of her mother's breast in her mouth and on her greedy tongue.

Amy spread her slender legs wide when Stacey finally moved between them. She watched in silence as her daughter gazed at her first pussy. With eyes that quickly filled with lust and need. Stacey's fingertips pushed gently through the soft, blond hair, toying with it as her mother looked on.

Amy gasped with delight when her daughter's tongue suddenly pushed between her slick-wet lips and traveled slowly up and over her sex-swollen clit. She cried out with desire as she gave in to the exquisite feel of her young daughter's tongue. Stacey was driving her mad with desire; just watching the young woman as she tongued her pussy was enough to turn her into a quivering mass of jelly.

She pushed fingers through her daughter's blond hair as the orgasm she'd craved for so long continued to grow near. Finally, as Stacey had done, she lost control of mind and body. The feeling was too intense, too great. She grasped both breasts and began to forcefully knead them, pinch and pull the hard nipples until tiny gasps of pleasure came from her mouth.

She screamed when her orgasm suddenly exploded within. She rocked her hips, moving spasmodically, jerking and shuddering with intense delight. It felt wonderful as she released herself to her daughter's greedy mouth. Her climax was so great, so overwhelming that she thought, for a moment, she had blacked out. Then, finally, after what seemed a very long time, the intensity of the most delicious climax of her life began to subside. 

When she opened her eyes, she looked into the face of her daughter, hovering above her. With a smile, she wrapped her legs around Stacey's narrow waist and pulled her daughter's face down to hers. They kissed with a slow, gentle passion. She could taste her pussy on Stacey's tongue and it sent shivers of delight deep within her.

"That was incredible," she whispered into Stacey's mouth.

"You came so hard, mom," Stacey observed with a smile.

"You were the reason, sweetheart."

"I'm glad we got together like this." Stacey locked eyes with her mother as she pushed a damp strand of hair from the older woman's face. Grinning, she asked, "Does this mean we're lesbians?"

Amy hesitated for a moment. "I hate to use labels to define anyone because I think labels just get in the way. But I suppose if I had to define us I would say that you and I are bisexual considering that we also enjoy a hard cock."

Stacey grinned. "Best of both worlds, then?"

"Absolutely."

Stacey rolled to one side of her mother and the two women lay in each other's arms without speaking. For the moment it was enough that they were together sharing the afterglow of the love they had expressed. It was Stacey who finally broke the silence.

"What about granddad?"

"I don't know," Amy said after a pause. "I do need to talk to him, I suppose."

"Don't make him leave," Stacey said softly. With a shrug, she added, "I wanted him to fuck me...I still do."

Amy sighed. "I know, dear. And since I've made love to you, it hardly seems right to blame him for doing the same thing. Besides, I seduced you this time."

Stacey smiled. "I'm glad you did, too."

Amy softly growled her pleasure when Stacey pressed her lips to hers. They kissed as their hands caressed and explored one another. It was exhilarating to feel her daughter's lips on hers, her tongue in her mouth and her hands gently touching.

"What you need is granddad's cock in your pretty pussy."

Amy blushed. "I don't know, baby. It was hard enough getting up the courage to seduce you."

"You don't have to seduce granddad," Stacey laughed. "I think he's hard all of the time."

"I think it's a little different with you, Stacey," Amy said as she caressed her daughter's cheek. "You're so young and beautiful and I doubt any man could say no to you."

"You're beautiful too, mom. Trust me. Granddad would love to fuck you."

Amy blushed again at her daughter's frank comment. "I don't know..."

"Just be direct. Trust me on this."

"Let me think about it."

"Don't think too hard. He'll be back in the morning around ten."

Mother and daughter fell asleep not long after. But before she surrendered to sleep, as she lay in the embrace of her eighteen-year-old daughter, Amy imagined being on her knees with her father's hard cock plowing her pussy as he'd done with Stacey earlier. She wasn't sure how she was going to do it, what direct approach she would use, but she determined that she wanted to feel her dad's cock deep inside of her.

Chapter Four

Amy woke a little after eight. She pushed tired fingers through her hair and stared at the empty place where Stacey had slept. Bits and pieces of the night before came back until she had a clear image of making love to her daughter. Curiously, the images of her daughter naked in her bed didn't bother Amy as much as she had thought they might. She had come to accept them as easily as she would most any ordinary part of her life. She didn't know if that easy acceptance said anything about her principles, but she wasn't about to beat herself over the head about it, either. It happened and she'd enjoyed it all.

Awareness began to push the dregs of sleep from her head and she suddenly remembered her father. Stacey had said he would be back around ten. Could she actually go through with what her daughter had proposed? Could she seduce her own father? Just because Stacey had said she could didn't make it so. What if Rob wasn't attracted to her? It was no stretch of the mind to understand that her daughter was a beautiful young woman who would have no trouble seducing any man...even her grandfather. But it's different, she realized, when you're middle aged.




Best of Both Worlds



Doubts and fears began to fade away as she stood in the shower under a hot spray of water. The image of a hard cock pushing into her pussy pushed away any panic she might have felt and replaced the fear of rejection with a sudden burning need. Her fat nipples became hard as she let her mind play with the idea of spreading her legs and taking her dad's meat deep inside of her. In her mind's eye she could see and almost feel him between her spread legs.

Time dragged by and a little of the earlier trepidation returned as she sat on the edge of her bed waiting for the sound of the front door opening. After the shower, she'd pulled on a terry cloth robe, deciding that being direct, as Stacey had suggested, meant no panties or bra. She felt a little brazen as she considered what she had planned and wondered if she really had the courage to go through with it.

By the time Rob Manning finally arrived back at 10:15, Amy's nerves were nearly shot. She sat listening to the sound of her dad packing his clothes in the spare bedroom, trying to gather the courage to walk down the hall. Finally, she stood and took a deep breath and made herself walk. Her heart pounded in her chest as she put one foot in front of the other.

He was bent over a suitcase trying to close the zipper when she pushed through the door and walked to the dresser. She leaned against the dresser for support, afraid her rubbery legs wouldn't hold her weight. She had to force herself to look at him as she sucked in deep breaths that did little to cleanse the fear from her head.

"I'm sorry, Amy," he said in a voice filled with shame and embarrassment.

"I didn't come in here to criticize you, dad," she said. "I don't want to fight with you."

He nodded. "Well, I wouldn't blame you if you did. What I did with...well, my behavior was appalling."

"Stacey told me what happened." Amy tried a smile but didn't think the fear let it though. "She says she seduced you."

"No. It was all my fault." He responded with a vigorous shake of his head. "Don't let her take the blame."

Amy did smile this time. It was just like Rob Manning to take on the blame, to make his granddaughter innocent when the truth was somewhere in the middle. He was that kind of man and it spoke volumes about his goodness. There was no doubt that both were to blame simply because it took two to tangle. Rob could have said no to Stacey.

But it was the fact that he was willing to take all of the responsibility onto his broad shoulders that finally gave Amy the courage to seduce him. His selfless act was the pivotal point that drove away panic and allowed her to gather the strength she needed. Without another thought, she unbelted the robe and let it drop to the floor. There was an almost defiant expression on her pretty face as she stood naked in front of her father. And it was the most direct approach she could think of.

"Would you make love to me, daddy?" she said in a small, nearly inaudible voice.

"Amy..."

"It's been so long. Please don't make me beg."

Amy backed against the dresser again to support her weight and spread her feet wide on the floor. She could feel her bottom lip quiver with desire as she watched her dad's eyes slowly travel from her breasts to the pink, wet lips of her pussy that peaked through the lush carpet of blond hair. She also saw the thick bulge building in his slacks.

"I'm not as young and pretty as Stacey but – "

"You're beautiful," he interrupted in a voice that enhanced the look of lust growing in his eyes.

"Take off your clothes, daddy. Let me see you."

Her pulse quickened as she watched him undress. She could barely swallow as she watched his thumbs hook into the waistband of his shorts. She gasped when his cock sprang free. It was so much bigger than her ex-husband's cock and a tiny mewling sound came from her mouth as she stepped away from the dresser and knelt in front of him. It curved like a scimitar and the massive head was a dark, angry purple that gleamed with precum.

He gasped loudly when she took it in one soft hand and caressed the length of the curved shaft. Amy was mesmerized by her dad's cock, so hard and throbbing and beautiful. She couldn't believe she was naked and kneeling on the floor in front of her father while she stroked his raging hard manhood. 

"You know what I like about your cock?" she asked as she cut her eyes up to his face. She saw the glaze of desire in his eyes and heard the unsteady, tremulous gasps come from his mouth. "You pushed this beautiful cock into mom and fucked her pussy to make me. Now I want it in me, fucking me just as you did mom."

"Oh, Amy!" Rob sucked in a deep breath as his daughter smiled up at him. "You don't know how long I've dreamed of making love to you."

In a voice thick with lust, she said, "I want to taste my daddy's seed!"

Amy took his cock in her mouth until the head touched the back of her throat. Rob cried out and took her head in his hands as she began to consume his manhood. Up and down her pretty head bobbed, taking him in and out of her wet, hungry mouth. She groaned with desire and need as she sucked him. The feel of the velvet skin of his shaft and head exploded a burst of unbridled need for more as she sucked. 

One hand cupped and toyed with his big, cum-filled balls as the other gripped the base of his fat shaft and pumped furiously up and down. Rob's legs felt as though they had turned to butter as he watched his daughter's lips spread in a big O around his shaft. Occasionally, her eyes looked up and locked with his, causing a shudder of desire to rumble through his loins.

"I don't think I can hold out much longer, baby," he gasped as a long, satisfying shudder rippled through his belly.

Amy pulled her dad's cock from her mouth, making a loud PLOP as she released suction on it. "Empty your balls in me, daddy," she purred. "Fill my mouth with your hot seed!"

"Oh, yeah, baby!" he grinned.

Amy's lust had become hotter and more visceral. The taboo of being on her knees, naked and wanton as she sucked her dad's cock, was fantastic and mind-blowing. She was full-filling a role she had fantasized for years: being a slut for a man. And doing it for her father was the most wonderfully bizarre of all.

"You want to fuck my mouth?" she asked in a breathless, shaking voice. "Grab my head and fuck my mouth, daddy. Fuck me hard."

"That's so good, baby," he breathed in a husky voice. "Let daddy fuck your slutty little mouth."

As directed, he took her head in his hands and pulled her mouth onto his cock. She gagged as he rammed his meat down into her needy mouth. He stood astride her naked body holding her head back and drove his cock down into her. In this position he could see her face and their eyes locked together as he fucked her. The long nails of Amy's fingers dug sharply into the flesh of his ass, squeezing and kneading the tender skin while he fucked her with a relentless passion.

Rob's passion was out of control now as he stared at his lovely daughter's face. Looking into her eyes as he fucked her greedy mouth was the hottest thing he'd ever witnessed. He couldn't last much longer, especially if he kept up with this same hard, fast pace. And, looking into her eyes, he could tell his daughter didn't want him to slow down and pace himself. She wanted a mouth full of his seed.

He drove into her one last time and pulled out. He took his cock between two fingers and groaned loudly as the first rope of cum exploded into her mouth. She had her pink, wet tongue out, anticipating his hot load. The look of her tongue, covered with a thick pool of his cum was fantastic. Rob's legs were rubbery as he stood before his daughter and milked the last of his seed from his cock.

"Swallow it, Amy!" he gasped. "Swallow daddy's seed."

"MMMMM!"

She closed her mouth and, still looking up at him, she swallowed his thick load. Her hands on his ass cheeks caressed him softly as she grinned up at him. He'd seen her lovely pale throat move as she swallowed his cum and that act was so hot that it nearly buckled his legs. He pulled his daughter up until she was standing on her toes. He fisted one hand in her blond hair and roughly pulled her head back. 

"You little slut," he breathed.

"Am I a good cocksucker, daddy?"

"The best, baby."

He mashed his mouth to hers and pushed his tongue between her lips. He could taste his seed as he kissed his little girl deeply, yet that did nothing to lessen his need for her. He still wanted her as bad as he had the first time he realized he was attracted to her. And that was ten years ago. 

"Take me to my bed, daddy," she cooed. "I want you to fuck me on my bed."

Rob picked his daughter up and walked down the short hall to the master bedroom. On her bed, they lay together, their legs entwined, their hands busy exploring each other. They kissed and caressed and moved slowly together. Rob couldn't believe his cock was still hard, that he still wanted to fuck.

"You know what would make me hot?" she asked. "I'd love you to watch Stacey and I make love." 

"You and Stacey?" his voice was incredulous.

"Last night," she nodded, a grin spreading her mouth. We made love for the first time. That was when I knew you had done nothing wrong. I understood how anyone could want her."

"How about we make it a threesome?"

"Anytime."

He sighed. She was leaving when I got back this morning. Said she was spending the night with a friend." He looked at Amy and grinned. "I think I know why now."

"Well, we did sort of plan this. She convinced me that I should seduce you and I glad that I did."

"So am I, baby."

"Fuck me, daddy." She rolled onto her back, pulling him on top. I need you in me."

Rob kissed her face; her eyes, mouth and cheeks before moving on to the lobes of her ears and the soft swell of her neck. She arched her back, pushing her flat tummy hard against his cock. His lips and tongue and teeth sent her over the edge as she gave in to his touch, the feel of him. Her fingers combed through his hair, caressed his back as he kissed and licked her soft, yielding skin.

She gasped when his drew a hard, fat nipple deep into his mouth. He sucked it, consumed it as she arched her back and purred contentedly. He feasted on her nipples, cupping the small globes of her breasts, kneading the soft, yielding flesh. She cried out with hot desire when his teeth scraped and lightly nipped her nipples.

"Please, daddy!" she moaned breathlessly. "Fuck me! I want you in my pussy!"

"I don't have protection, Amy," he gasped. His eyes were wild and wide with need.

Amy shook her head. "I'm on the pill. Hurry! Now!"

Rob saw the way her eyes widened when he pushed his cock inside her wet pussy. Her lips parted and formed a big O as her pussy spread to accommodate his fat girth. Her legs went around his waist and gripped him tightly, opening up and giving herself to him. She wanted all of cock in her. She needed to be filled with him, to feel him fucking her, taking and using her.

"Fuck me hard, daddy," she cooed. "Be nasty with me."

"You like it nasty?"

"Oh, yeah!" She ran her hands sown his back. "Did mom ever fuck you like this?"

Her shook his head and grinned. "She doesn't like sex that much. At least not with me."

"That's her loss. Now make me your slut and fuck me hard and nasty."

Rob shoved his cock into her in one fast, hard thrust and watched her eyes widened with the brutal plunge into her warm, wet cunt. She gasped loudly and fisted a hand in his hair. She jerked his face down to hers and took his mouth with hers. They kissed hard and passionately, their tongues devouring one another. She bit his lips, growled like a she-wolf as she met each one of his thrusts with one of her own.

Amy was on fire. She couldn't believe she was fucking her father, taking his cock deep inside of her and wanting desperately to milk his seed into her hot, greedy cunt. She looked to one side and caught her reflection in the dresser mirror. The image of her long, pale legs spread wide and wrapped around her father's waist was hot. Seeing his ass, moving up and down as he fucked her fast hard and deep thrusts, drove her mad with desire.

"You little bitch!" he gasped when she bit his bottom lip.

"That's right! I'm your bitch! You like that?"

"Fuck, yeah!"

"You like fucking your little girl's slutty cunt?"

"Yes!"

"Then treat me like a whore!"

Amy couldn't believe that she'd uttered those words, asked her father to treat her like a whore. But she was over the edge and slipping quickly into the abyss of her desires and fantasies. How many times had she fantasized about a man doing just this? Making her his whore. She was tired of being the good little girl. She needed hot, nasty sex.

Rob's lips mashed against hers and devoured her mouth as he kissed and licked and bit her lips. They moved together, hard and fast as their hands and mouths continued to overwhelm. His cock pounded her pussy, drove in and out relentlessly, filled her and expanded until she could barely think.

"Fuck!" he hissed. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum in me!" she exclaimed into his mouth. "Fill me with your hot seed and pretend you're making a baby in me."

"You want me to breed you?"

"Just like you did mom. I want the same seed that made her pregnant with me in my cunt!"

The last drive of his cock into Amy's pussy was hard and brutal He stiffened, his muscles rigid as he exploded deep inside of her. The first rope of cum blasted hot inside Amy's pussy and sent over the edge of her orgasm. She screamed loudly, began bucking and writhing as she rode the most powerful orgasm of her life. Finally, after what seemed like a century, she slowly lowered her ass to the bed, unwrapped her legs from her dad's waist. 

They rolled to one side, gasping for breath. As they lay together, legs entwined, arms holding and hands caressing, on thought came to mind. With his cum slowly seeping from her pussy and the memory of making love to her daughter still fresh in her mind, she knew she had something that most people didn't have. It might not be a socially acceptable way to love one's daughter and father but she could truthfully say she had the best of both worlds.



Best of Both Worlds



My name is Jim, Jim Naylor. When I got to college, at the age of nineteen, I had a lot of things to sort out. I had spent my last year at school thinking almost constantly about sex, my eyes on fire for almost everyone I saw around me. Yes, I couldn't take my eyes off the girls in their teeshirts and short skirts in the summer, but in the boys' showers in the sports pavilion I couldn't tear my eyes away from the cocks, all shapes and sizes, circumcised and uncut, that I saw all around me. I longed to reach out and touch -- but what? those little breasts through the teeshirts, and feel the nipples harden between my fingers? or those soft cocks as the boys towelled themselves dry, and feel them stiffen and swell in my grasp? And when I masturbated with a pornographic magazine, did I come thinking of it being MY cock deep in those wet cunts, or was it one of the cocks that I wanted, in my hand and plunged into my own body?

At college, I could begin to explore, and in the summer at the end of my first year I began to date a cute blonde girl who smiled at me and talked a lot, and sat on the grass in a loose skirt showing me her white panties -- and then smiled a whole lot more when I kissed her. Yes, we went all the way; I was not her first, and she showed me how to touch and lick her, and invited my hard cock to slip deep between her lips into her soft wet little cunt. Delicious. Now that I was actually doing it, my head was even more full of sex, and I got to fuck her whenever we could -- in our rooms in the college residences, but also out in the park around the college, in the classrooms, and once in the women's toilets one evening, she sitting on my lap facing me, her skirt up round her hips and her little white panties pulled aside, as I sat on the toilet. She loved to suck my cock, but could never quite find the rhythm to make me come that way.

But my eyes were not only focused on her. I still felt that there was something missing, something not quite whole about that little lithe body with the little moist slit between her legs. As I fucked her, I sometimes found myself imagining that a hard cock was springing up out of her pubic hair, in place of her cute little clit. So I found myself drawn to the swimming pool; but it was the changing rooms after swimming that were the main attraction -- and the cocks I saw there, yet more cocks of all shapes and sizes being washed in the showers and dried with the towels, but it was only the owners of those cocks who got to touch them, and I could only dream about what it would be like to touch one apart from my own. 

And then I did: late one afternoon I was drying after swimming with only one other guy there, a strong, big guy who looked as if he had been body-building, and with a cock to match. He noticed that I was looking at him; instead of turning away or covering himself up, he walked over to me, and stood stark naked with his long circumcised cock dangling in front of me, and asked me, 'you like it?' I paused, and he said, 'touch it, if you so like looking at it.'

I reached out and took his length in my hand, thrilled to feel it swell so rapidly in my hand. He reached out for me, too, and his touch instantly tingled through my body as he peeled back my foreskin and my cock hardened in his fist. That time, we quickly tossed each other off; I lasted only a very few seconds before I spurted across his thigh, and he didn't take much longer.

Life went on like this in my second college year. I still saw and fucked cute girl, but I also occasionally met the swimmer for hard, impersonal sex -- he liked to lubricate me and sodomise me, lying above me in the missionary position with my knees up to my chest, and I masturbated at the same time so that I came across my belly while he was impaling my butt. He wouldn't let me suck his cock and he never tried to suck mine -- it felt, as he fucked me, as if he was trying to persuade himself that I was a girl and that he was not gay. Yes, his cock excited me and gave me the sharpest pleasure as it brushed across my prostate as he thrust in and out of my butt. He gave me something that cute girl could not, but there was also something about his muscular strength and physical machismo that felt wrong, that left me feeling unsatisfied in my sexual imagination even while my spunk was streaming onto my belly and his into the condom up my butt.

Cute girl had a year abroad during my third year, and the swimmer had left the college; it seemed a good moment to pause and take stock, as I had led two such totally different sex-lives, had enjoyed both of them intensely in purely physical terms, but somehow felt that neither satisfied something deep inside me -- but I had no idea what that something was. 

And then I met Robyn. She was doing the same course as me, starting after the Christmas break, a seminar of a dozen people. She was about five foot eight, two or three inches shorter than me, slender, but with a deliciously rounded arse that showed itself off when, as often, she was wearing Levis, and also, on occasion, when she wore loose skirts, demurely down below the knee. There was absolutely nothing showy about the way in which she presented herself. The tops she wore were simple shirts, with sweaters if need be, or white teeshirts, which at least showed me that her tits appeared to be very small but, it seemed, pointed, and that she wore a simple little white bra. Her hair was a soft slightly dull blonde, cut quite short so that is framed her face nicely, but left her neck bare. It would have been easy to overlook her, visually. In class, she intervened regularly, but quietly and unassertively, and only when she really had something to say, and that was usually something good.

Soon we began to chat after the classes, over coffee or a cold drink, until it became a habit that we would leave together and spend the next hour or so going over what had just happened in class; but we never saw each other at any other time. She appeared for class, we had our conversation, and she disappeared; I had no idea where she lived and how she spent the rest of her time. But gradually our conversations became longer, and we started to talk about the other students in the class and the teacher (a man who liked the sound of his own voice), and about our experience of the college. I realised that these conversations with her were becoming an important ritual, and that her presence, and her quiet intelligence and perceptiveness, were something I was coming to see as an integral part of my weekly life. But I still knew nothing about the rest of her life. I was left wondering about her sexuality, and speculating -- perhaps expecting -- that she was quietly gay; but there was something very elusive in the way in which she presented herself physically -- a sort of distance and detachment that was very hard to analyse.

One afternoon, after a seminar in which a couple of students had been particularly irritating, we talked for a while, venting our frustrations about the class, and then I suggested we went off and found a drink somewhere. I had been planning to make this move, and knew a bar not far off campus where we wouldn't be surrounded by familiar faces. She paused a brief moment and then, with a smile, said, 'yes, let's'. There, we talked some more, in very much the familiar register, but gradually I found myself relaxing and beginning to talk more about myself, about my feelings -- and about my sexuality. None of my regular friends knew about my encounters with the swimmer (I am sure they would have teased me if they had), but I found that I was telling Robyn about him, as well as about my time with cute girl, and about the pleasures I had found with both, but also that deep-level sense that neither felt quite right; and of course that meant I was telling her about the sense of confusion that I felt about my own sexuality. It somehow seemed so easy to talk to her about this, and not only because of the bottle of wine we were sharing. 

I hadn't really thought about the pressure that my self-revelations would put on her, to talk to me in personal terms about her own life and experiences. She responded very alertly and thoughtfully, engaging with what I was saying and reacting very sympathetically. But she still gave away very little about her own experience, apart from a brief moment when she said, 'I know what you mean,' in response to my talking about my confusion; but she said no more about what she meant by that.

After the bottle was empty, we left the bar. I still knew nothing about where she lived, and she seemed to be going back to campus; I was going off to my apartment, and, as we parted, I reached out very quietly to kiss her cheek; she moved towards me, took my elbow in her hand, and brushed her cheek against mine. It was the first time that we had touched, and the feeling of her hand and cheek, though so light, sent a quick pulse through me. But then, after a smile and a quick thank-you, she was gone, and I went off alone to my apartment, where I found, for the first time, that I urgently needed to masturbate with her in my mind's eye, with the idea of sucking on those little breasts and cupping those round arse cheeks -- but oddly, not thinking about her genitals. And I came so well, so deeply, with a big smile of pleasure, as I imagined her smiling as I touched her.

A couple of weeks later, we were preparing for exams and I suggested she came over to my place so that we could revise together and talk through the issues that the course had raised. She readily agreed, and we spent a couple of hours more, over another bottle of wine, but without any more personal conversation. But at the end, the cheek-to-cheek kiss was noticeably slower and closer; and I was left again to my private and excited imaginings.

After the exams were over, I realised that we now had no more reason to meet, but she had already given me her email, so that we could exchange class-notes, and I now suggested we should meet for lunch one day the next week -- this time, just for the sake of meeting: this would be the big test of whether she would let me become her friend. 

And Robyn said yes. 

I arranged to pick her up on campus in my car, with a picnic in the trunk and a carefully planned itinerary which would take us to a park some way outside town where we could find some quiet space together. And the weather was kind: warm sunshine all day. And there she was, absolutely on time: wearing a loose check shirt over a white teeshirt, and a pretty, floral loose cotton skirt that came below her knees. We chatted casually as we drove to the park and walked through it, to the spot where I had planned we should stop and picnic -- an open grassy area but in a quite secluded part of the wood, where we were unlikely to see too many fellow-walkers. She liked the picnic I had brought too -- and the bottle of wine (more for her, of course, as I was driving).

We were sitting on the rug I had brought, in the patch of sunlight in this woodland glade, and after a while Robyn removed her shirt; there was one big difference from what I had seen before -- this time, there was no sign of a bra under her white teeshirt. Instead, the cotton clearly outlined what lay underneath -- two very tiny breasts, but each capped with very visible, extended pointed peaks; it seemed as if her breasts were really nothing but those nipples, but those nipples were so enticing. They were not erect now, but I imagined taking them between my lips and grazing them with my teeth, until the teats hardened to my touch.

She must have sensed my focused attention -- it was impossible to hide my interest; and soon it was she who gave our conversation a different turn, by asking me to tell her more about my sexuality, to elaborate on what I had told her before about being torn in different directions by very different desires. At first I hesitated, not being sure quite what to say and what sort of detail I could reveal, but she seemed so much at ease as she asked the question that I gradually felt able to tell her more -- not only about the almost painful pleasure that I had got from the swimmer's cock brushing my prostate, but also about my imaginings of a hard cock springing up from cute girl's groin as I fucked her. Here she reacted with a slight smile, and asked me straightforwardly what I had fantasised about doing to cute girl's little girl-cock. First, I told her, I'd like to tickle it gently with my fingers as I went on fucking her, but what I really dreamed of doing was going down on her, taking it softly between my lips and rolling my tongue around it as it stiffened and its tip emerged from the foreskin (I had always imagined it being uncut, unlike the swimmer's big member). I would then gently and rhythmically suck it, to see if I could make her come in my mouth.

It was very strange, talking in such detail like this about my fantasies. I felt as if I was going into a sort of trance that allowed me to conjure up these images, and of course my body reacted, too, and I began to stiffen in my loose summer trousers. But at the same time I was very aware of Robyn following my every word, looking intently at me with that slightly quizzical half smile, and occasionally shifting slightly as she sat on the rug, with the hard ground beneath. At one point, she moved her legs, and I caught a glimpse up her loose skirt, seeing pale thighs and a broad swathe of white cotton covering her crotch; my cock twitched eagerly, but it was only a momentary glimpse before her skirt again covered her.

By now we had finished the picnic and had drunk most of the wine. Robyn then announced she had to pee, and walked off into the edge of the wood. I could just see her where she stopped, and watched as she crouched down with her back to me; but the foliage around her meant that I could see no more. She came back, still with that slight smile, and I got up for my own pee, and followed her example, but standing, of course, with my back to her as I peed, in the edge of the wood. 

When I got back I knew I had to make some sort of move. Before, I had been sitting opposite her; now I sat beside her, and much closer than before. We both knew that something had changed, and our conversation became aimless and halting for a moment -- commenting on the trees, the weather, and other trivial incidentals. And then I put my arm round her shoulder -- that crucial move that determines success or failure! Only a brief pause, and she leant gently towards me and put her head on my shoulder. I moved my hand to stroke her neck and her hair, and then turned to face her, inviting her face to meet mine. Her expression was very serious (no more half-smiles now) but she moved towards me until our lips touched -- not just cheeks this time. And then we began to kiss. Like everything else in this strange, quiet relationship, everything moved slowly; no suddenly opened mouths or plunging tongues, but instead lips gently brushed together, gradually more firmly, and then her lips opened a very little, as she momentarily touched my lips with her tongue, and accepted mine in return. 

My other arm now reached round her and began to stroke the side of her teeshirt, moving ever closer to her tiny breast, brushing towards this very visible little peak that I longed to take between my fingers. When finally I did, she immediately shivered at my finger on her nipple, but made no move to stop me, and I softly began to stroke her through the cotton, thrilled to feel the teat harden to my touch. At the same time she reached out to me and brushed her fingers across my little nipples through my shirt, and I shivered as she had: how could she know that my boy-nipples were so sensitive? And it was she who made the next move, unbuttoning my shirt and slipping her fingers into it, to brush the bare surface of my now-hard nipple. I gave a sudden deeper shiver, feeling that strange mini-climax that I had occasionally felt when I was touched, not on my cock, but on other very sensitive parts of my body.

I took this as an invitation, and pulled her teeshirt out from her waistband, and began to run my hand slowly up her belly and up to her breast. How extraordinary it felt! It had virtually no flesh around it, as I had realised, but the puffy nipple itself was like a rich soft fruit, protruding from her chest; and she shivered, just as I had, as I touched it, and shivered again as I very gently took it between my finger and thumb and rolled the soft skin with that harder centre to and fro. We were now kissing more deeply, our mouths open and our tongues playing against each other, tip to tip, and I could feel her gently moving against the ground as she sat on the rug, moving in time with my fingers as they played with her so-sensitive nipple.

Of course I was aroused by now, but I sensed that we couldn't go any further where we were in the woods; a few people had passed nearby, and there seemed no need to get into an awkward situation if anyone else appeared at the wrong moment. But it was Robyn who said, maybe we should go somewhere else, and I agreed at once.

We gathered our things and left the park, and she quickly agreed when I suggested we should go to my apartment. As we drove, our conversation went back into everyday mode, and when we got to my place we continued to chat for a while, seated side by side on the big sofa, as if nothing had happened. But very soon the conversation again became halting, as we both realised that the next step was just ahead -- whatever that step would turn out to be.

'You're sure this is what you want, Jim?' she said, turning towards me and looking at me questioningly.

And then we were kissing, mouth against mouth, tongue against tongue. As I felt to put my hands under her teeshirt again, she quickly pulled the shirt off, leaving her breasts quite bare, their big tips standing out vividly against her chest. I followed suit and took off my shirt, and then felt her flesh against mine for the first time, before leaning forward and taking a nipple in my mouth. A sharp intake of breath as the nipple hardened and she shuddered; I went on gently licking around the bud-like tip, occasionally sucking her slightly more firmly, and again making her shiver through her whole body. She reached out, too, to touch my nipple, and, saying 'my turn now,' she leant over to suck it, sending a startlingly intense pulse through my whole body.

To reach me better she kneeled on the floor beside the sofa, between my knees, and, as she leaned forward to suck my nipple her whole bare upper body pressed against me, and she could feel for the first time my erect cock inside my loose trousers. Of course she knew just where she was going now, and she slowly moved her mouth down to my belly, undoing my belt and unzipping my trousers as she did, revealing my full length through my small cotton briefs. She knelt back for a moment and looked down at the cotton-covered shaft that she had exposed, and then ran a hand slowly down my length, before reaching out with the other hand and beginning to work it up and down on me. But this didn't last long, and she began to peel down my briefs, smiling as she revealed the head of my cock, protruding out of my soft foreskin.

Without pulling them down any further at first, she lent over and planted a soft kiss on my tip, and began gently to lick round the base of the helmet -- perfect! just where I am most sensitive; and then, in a single move, she pulled briefs and trousers right off me, so that I was completely naked as she knelt between my knees. She now took my tip in her mouth again, and began to suck me, but also with her hands began to feel round and below my balls, touching so lightly that she was almost tickling me, and brushing down once or twice between my bum cheeks. She then began gradually to strike up a rhythm between her mouth and her hands, with one hand grasping the base of my shaft quite tightly while her soft moist lips teased around my helmet. It didn't take long for me to realise that I was on the way, and, as she sensed this, she began to pump the base of my shaft more vigorously, until I gasped, 'I'm about to come,' to give her the chance to take me out of her mouth. But instead she looked up at me for a second, and then wrapped her lips right around the tip until I exploded in spurts into her mouth. After the last spurt, she looked up again, this time with a much bigger smile, and a little trickle of my cum at the corner of her mouth.




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How did she know how to do that so skilfully? how did she sense how to hold, touch, lick, pump my cock with just the right pressure and timing -- so unlike the many occasions when cute girl had taken me in her mouth?

She came up now till she was lying against me, she still wearing her skirt and (I assumed) her panties, me naked and deflating after my climax. But soon I said, my turn, now, and moved round to kneel between her knees. As I did, she held me back for a moment and looked questioningly at me, and I responded with a reassuring smile, so that she let me part her knees, still covered by the loose skirt. I first stroked her thighs through the fabric, and then slipped my hands onto her bare calves, then her knees, and then, slowly raising her skirt, onto her thighs, and she sighed quietly as I began to stroke up and down the soft flesh of the insides of her thighs. I could sense that she was not really relaxed, and took it very slowly, relishing the textures of her without going any further for the moment.

But my hands were slowly working further upwards, and the tips of my fingers brushed a couple of times against the edge of the elastic of her panties. She again looked at me questioningly, and I again smiled my reassurance. And then the moment came, as I reached out to touch her between her open thighs, reached out towards the centre of those soft white cotton panties -- and found that I was feeling a rigid, hard cock.

She began to say, 'is that really OK, Jim?' But I gave her such a broad smile that I stopped the phrase on her lips almost before she had finished it. But I was also amazed, and asking myself whether, at some level, I had realised what I was going to find. I certainly hadn't explicitly asked myself whether she might be a she-male, but at the same time I had sensed something about her sexuality that had allowed me to talk to her about my sexual experiences and fantasies in a way I never could have with a woman.

But this wasn't the time for self-analysis. What I had in front of me and beneath my hand was the stuff of my dreams, of my most extravagant fantasies -- a beautiful, gentle, thoughtful, sexy girl, who had a hard cock. I lifted her skirt right up so that I could see its length; quite slender, and maybe only four or five inches long, but there was already a delicious wet stain of precum on her panties. And now it was my turn to peel the panties down, and the sweetest little pink tip appeared, uncut, like me, and virtually unsheathed, and I leaned over to kiss it and lick off that sweet bead of precum for a moment before pulling the panties right off, and she quickly undid and removed the skirt, too. And there she was in front of me, completely naked, and hairless, it seemed, and with this pale pink shaft with its much richer pink helmet jutting out so invitingly above a sweet little pair of balls and the crack between her bum cheeks.

Another moment of giving her the warmest and most reassuring smile, quietly breathing the words 'oh wow!' Then I put my mouth down and took her hard little shaft between my lips and cheeks, trying to take it deep inside me, and at the same time licking round the tip. It was the first time I had had a cock in my mouth, and I was astonished at the feel of it, as I rolled it around with my tongue and felt it moving inside me. After simply relishing the feel of it there for a while, I began to stroke her little balls and to touch the base of her shaft as she had mine, and to strike up a rhythm. I didn't know how easy it would be for her to come, but I soon found out, as she began to gasp and to push down on my shoulders with her hands, as if willing herself ever deeper inside me, and her hard little cock suddenly became much harder. Her breathing quickened as she began to gasp -- and then she was spurting deep down my throat, and I could feel the liquid as it pulsed out of her and she filled my mouth with her extraordinary salty cum.

A quiet pause, and I looked up at her and saw the broadest, most serene smile on her face as she whispered, 'thank you!' 'Let's go to my bedroom,' I replied, 'it's more comfortable there.' Utterly enthralled, I walked behind the swinging, round cheeks of her bum, realising just how much we had to talk about -- and how excited I was at the prospect of finding out the secrets of her sexual life, as she had already found out mine.

But talk wasn't top of the agenda yet, when we got to my bed -- tidily made up with clean sheets in the distant hope I might have her company, but without realising what sort of company that might be. First, we simply lay down and looked at each other, naked, face to face, but only touching by holding each other's hands. Time seemed to stand still as I gazed with utter delight at her tiny breasts with their buds -- and down to her little shaft, soft now, with its tip retreated into the foreskin, but moist with the final beads of her cum. And then we gradually began to kiss, deeply, fully, mouth to mouth, body against body, and I felt the delicious soft detail of her cock rubbing against mine -- and wasn't hers harder now that when I had been looking at it? mine certainly was. I reached down between us and had the thrilling experience of holding our cocks together in the same hand and feeling them both swelling as I gently squeezed them together.

I toyed gently with her for a while until she was completely hard again, while all the time my cock was hardening alongside hers, and she said, 'please, Jim, will you fuck me?'

She lay on her back with her knees up and opened her legs wide, a beautiful open woman's body, with her soft nipples and her fair, hairless skin, and the round cheeks of her butt showing as she lay there -- and with just that one extra, her hard little cock standing there like a giant erect clitoris. I knelt down between her knees, took that cock in my mouth again for a moment, but then kissed further down, licking across her tight little balls, their puckered skin holding them close beneath her shaft, and then on downwards, running my tongue down between the cheeks of her arse as she pulled her knees up to her breasts, and focusing on the little opening there. She gasped when my tongue first touched her anus, and wriggled as I gently probed it, trying to soften her and moisten her a little, to make my entry easier. At the same time, I couldn't keep my hands off her cock, and stroked it up and down in time with the movements of my tongue.

'Please, I want you,' she said, and I got up from her and found the tube of lubricant I had in my bedside closet. 'Let me moisten you,' she said, and she anointed her hand and softly took my cock between her fingers, while I lubricated her anus, pushing my fingers carefully past her sphincter and opening her out a little, before I knelt up over her, my cock standing out in front of me, as I looked down on her open body with its hard little girl-cock standing out against the bottom of her belly.

My cock was something different from my fingers, and she gave a little gasp when I began gently to push it into her. To start with, I just rubbed myself in and out of the opening, so that she was fully lubricated and could begin to relax, and then a push, another deeper gasp from her, and I was inside her. A pause, and then I began slowly to move in and out, with the amazing tightness of her sphincter holding my cock in place as I felt her wider channel inside. As I moved, I felt down and held her cock, at which she said, 'oh yes, please!' I began to find a rhythm with my hand and my cock together, and she began to move her hips in time with me, as I gently probed deeper inside her. 

And this was the dream that I had had before, when I was fucking cute girl -- the vision of my cock deep inside a girl's body, but with a hard cock rearing up, for me to stroke and caress; but the reality, as I probed Robyn's anus and caressed her rod, was so much more intense than I could ever have dreamed.

Her movements began to quicken again and her cock to harden still more in my hand. 'Oh God,' she said, 'I'm going to come again,' and I suddenly felt my own climax welling up inside me as my cock brushed her prostate and her sphincter tightened around me. 'Me too,' I gasped, and the spasms hit us both together as I pulsed deep inside her butt, and her spasms matched mine, as her cum sprayed across my hand and onto her bare belly. My cock quickly slipped out of her wet distended butt-channel, and I rolled over to lie beside her, my hand still lightly holding her soggy, softening little cock.

We dozed for a little, our bodies curled round each other, until she stirred and said, 'I need to pee.' 'Me too, and I need to wash,' I replied, and followed her to the bathroom, still thrilling at the movement of her round ass-cheeks as she walked, and wondering how she would choose to pee, seated, or standing like a boy. She sat down and with a sigh and a quick smile began to pee, with her jet loudly splashing in the water, and I stood in front of her watching, but at first seeing nothing, as her little cock was turned down below her closed thighs. But when she saw me watching her, she gave a quick mischievous smile and opened her knees, and I saw the final squirts of pee coming out from between her rosebud-like foreskin. She watched as I in turn peed, and then we showered together, each soaping the parts of each other's body that needed the most attention. I softly pulled back her foreskin and stroked her exposed tip, and she did the same for me, carefully soaping the length of me and washing inside the foreskin; my hands also felt round and soaped between her butt-cheeks, tucking a finger carefully where my cock had just been and washing away the dribbles of my cum that were still trickling out of her.

Wrapped in towels, we went back to my bed, and she began to talk. Her name as a boy had been Robin -- of course! But by the time she was twelve or so she had come to feel increasingly uncomfortable about boyishness; she had an older sister, and had a few times tried on her white cotton panties when nobody else was in the house, and it was in a pair of her panties that she had had her first erections, and then, when she was fourteen, her first climax. However, through her high school, she had gone on living as a boy, dressing very anonymously and sheltering, as best she could, from all the adolescent byplay by being a nerd and immersing herself in her school work. She found many of the girls in her class very pretty, but she hadn't felt turned on by the idea of touching them -- or of them touching her cock; and when she masturbated she found that the images before her eyes were from the boys' changing rooms, where she had first glimpsed other cocks, most of them bigger than hers. She loved the feeling of stroking her own cock, but came increasingly to imagine that it was a special sort of clitoris, and that it was a boy's mouth around it as she stroked herself to climax.

She had gone to college, too, as a boy, again focusing on her studies and keeping herself to herself, but watching, constantly watching, to see how the rest of her generation engaged with each other, flirted with each other, kissed each other. And beneath her boy clothes she now was always wearing girls' panties, as she liked the way they held her cock close to her body, and when she went to the men's toilets she always used a cubicle, because of the panties she was wearing, but also because she found she liked to pee sitting down with her knees together, so that when she looked down all she could see was a little V of pubic hair. But she still loved to masturbate, and filled many pairs of used panties with the spurts of her cum. 

There had been a moment in the second semester when everything had come to a head, and she had gone to the counselling service to talk about her predicament. The first counsellor -- a man -- hadn't been very sympathetic, but had referred her to someone else who took her situation very seriously. This second counsellor -- a woman -- realised that Robin really did think of herself as a woman and wanted to live as a woman; she asked her carefully whether she wanted to have the full operation. This was a question that had been bothering Robin, as part of her felt that she should indeed have a cunt, but at the same time she loved what she thought of as her magic clitoris, and loved the feelings it gave her when she masturbated, and she could not envisage losing this. The councillor suggested that she should start some sort of hormone treatment, but should try to strike a balance so that she wouldn't lose the sexual use of her cock. She had taken this advice, and had found that the slight changes in her body -- less body hair, enlarged nipples -- hadn't stopped her cumming.

But she was still living outwardly as a boy, as Robin. In the spring break she had summoned up the courage to tell her mother about her feelings (her father had left them, years before), and had been amazed by her sympathetic and understanding response; she must have guessed, Robyn realised, that something like this was going on. But they had both realised that, if she was going to live as a woman, if Robin was going to become Robyn, she would need to move to a different university. So, in her second year, she had joined the college where I was studying, now as Robyn and living as a woman, her girl-cock tucked safely into her panties, but brought out in the privacy of her room so that she could play with it, and think about her lips closed around the tip of a boy's cock as she coaxed her own to spurting climaxes in those panties.

She had dressed as unobtrusively and as anonymously as she had when I first met her, a year later. She had never wanted large breasts, and at first had needed to put a little cotton wool into her bras, but now her breasts had grown enough for her to wear an A-cup with no padding. Understandably, she had been frightened at the prospect of getting sexually involved and wary of attracting too much attention from boys. She had had one boy take an interest in her, and they had begun to kiss, and she had let him stroke her little breasts, which had sent tingles all through her, but she had had to take great care not to let him sense the little shaft that hardened in her panties as he touched her nipples. She did, though, touch him, and happily he had seemed well satisfied by the attentions of her hand and her mouth; she developed her skills as a cock-sucker so as to bring him off before he wanted to get inside her panties. And she now had ample memories to play with as she stroked herself to climaxes after their encounters, imagining his cock between her lips.

He had left the college at the end of that year, and in the next -- the year we were now in -- she had had just one sexual encounter, but one that had alarmed her as much as exciting her. At a party she had for once had too much to drink (she was normally very careful about this), and had found herself flirting with a boy and then kissing, and had gone back to his room with him. She sobered up quickly when she got there, realising what she was doing, and hoping that he was as drunk as he seemed; she told him that she liked it from behind, and had managed to pull down her panties and take him up her butt without letting him feel any further forward beneath her skirt. He had come very quickly and had immediately rolled over and gone into a drunken sleep; she had no idea whether he had thought he was fucking a cunt. But, despite her anxiety and her fears of being unveiled, she also had been excited by the feeling of his spurts deep inside her arse; more fuel for her solo sessions, masturbating into her panties.

When she had met me, she told me, she hadn't at once thought of me sexually, and had been very relieved that I had not come on to her, but had seemed satisfied by just talking and hanging out with her. She had been surprised by the first occasion when we had gone to the bar and I had begun talking about my own sexual ambivalence, but, as she thought about it afterwards, she had become more and more interested, and had begun to wonder whether she might be able to reveal her secret to me -- and yes, she had begun to imagine it was my cock she was sucking as she masturbated. She had thought hard about whether she should reply to my message after the examinations, realising that this would open the door to a friendship of a different sort, but had decided to take the risk.

And the final decision, she said, had been oddly easy, when I had told her, in the park earlier that day, about my fantasy of cute girl having a cock I could masturbate while I fucked her, and then suck to climax. Robyn still hadn't known whether I would find the reality exciting (some fantasies are best left as that, as mere fantasies), but she realised that she needed to let me reveal her sex, and live with the consequences, whatever they were. And now she knew she hadn't made a mistake.

While she talked, I said virtually nothing, but held her gently and looked into her eyes, reassuring her that I was with her all the way; and as she began to talk about her sexual experiences I began to feel myself hardening again, but resisted the temptation to start of touch her sexually; I knew that she needed to get to the end of her story, and I wanted to hear it, to understand how she had been able to let me so far into her life -- and her secret.

'I need to pee again,' she said as she finished. I followed her into the bathroom. 'Do you want to watch?' she said, 'if you do, maybe I should do it standing up. That'll feel very strange -- I haven't done it that way for years!'

So she stood in front of the bowl so that I could watch her, and she held her cock as she began, rolling the little foreskin back as the jet sprayed out of her. After a moment I reached out and touched the little tip, and she took her hand away, letting me hold it and feel the pulse of the jet running through it. I quickly knelt down so that I could see it more closely, and, as the continuous jet gave way to quick little spurts, I reached forward and took one of them in my open mouth; and as she finished I took the whole tip of her cock between my lips, licking round the tip and under the foreskin to clean her -- and to thrill myself.

But the greatest thrill was that she began to stiffen again in my mouth. I sucked and licked her as she stood in front of the toilet, gradually taking her further and further into my mouth as she grew longer and harder. She looked down, seeing my erection, rigid and ready again. 'Maybe we should go back to the bedroom,' she said with a smile.

This time we lay down in a sixty-nine position; I didn't want to stop sucking that little hard fair-skinned cock, and she didn't want to let go of me. She moved her lips on my cock, letting me fuck her mouth as I licked up and down along her length. But I didn't want us to come again this way. There was one more dream to fulfil -- I wanted her to ride me. With cute girl, I had sometimes fucked her while lying on my back with her sitting across me, but I had felt most excited in this position when I was not penetrating her, but lying with my erect cock standing out in front of her as she rubbed her clitoris against the base of my shaft; sometimes she had masturbated my cock in this position and sometimes I had; but I made myself come by imagining that the cock I could see in front of me was springing out of her loins and not mine. That image, of cute girl with a real cock, had been one of the most vivid memories I had held on to when I masturbated.

And now I could fuck a real girl with a real girl-cock that I could masturbate while I was impaled deep in her butt-cunt. I lubricated myself again and entered her more easily than last time, and she began to ride me, with little sighs each time my cock penetrated her more deeply. But my focus was on what was in front of her -- on her little cock, fully hard now, and moving slightly each time I thrust in and out of her. I reached out and began very lightly to touch her up and down the length of her shaft, and then grasped it and began to rub it more firmly, delighting in the reappearance of her foreskin around the tip each time I pulled my hand up on her, and then seeing the tip -- a rich purply pink now -- re-emerge with the downward movement of my hand. The sight of this very soon brought me off, deep up her butt-cunt; she then collapsed across my body and my cock slipped out of her, and we lay holding each other tightly for a moment.




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But I realised she hadn't come again, and felt down to her cock, and found that it was still very hard; I looked at her questioningly, and she said, 'There's something else I want to try. I want to fuck you. I have no idea how this will feel, but I know I want to try.' 'Do you want me on my back, too?' I asked, and she said, 'Yes, I think so.' 

So I lay back with my knees up to my chest, opening the cheeks of my arse to her, and she knelt between my knees. The sight of her above me, with her rich red-budded little tits and her stiff cock, excited me all over again and I felt some tingles in my cock, but it was her turn now. First, she knelt down and licked around and below my balls, and down into my bum crack, tonguing my anus for a moment and sending more intense tingles through my body. She then got some lubricant and began to work her fingers into me as I had into her, a few times pushing them further in and brushing my prostate. Then she knelt up again with a smile, and I reached forward to take her penis in my hand and rub it to full erection.

And then she guided it towards me and for the first time I felt her cock at my entry and about to penetrate me; this was nothing like the swimmer, who had thrust hard and selfishly. Robyn rubbed it across me and then tucked the very tip just in me; I was visualising her little foreskin being rolled back as it pushed past my entry. And then she slipped right inside me -- I was loose enough to take her straight in, but I could feel that my sphincter was tight around her, though nowhere near as tight as hers had been around me. She was a little hesitant for a moment, but then began to move more purposefully, more rhythmically, and I reached forward to brush my knuckles across her hardening nipples, and she lent right down to plant her lips on mine and to fuck my mouth with her tongue, in sync with her rigid little cock thrusting in and out of my butt.

'Oh my God,' she said, 'this is amazing.' 

And she moved up to a kneeling position again, moving in and out of me all the time as I pulled my knees up to my chest; she took my cock in her hand, stroking it gently till it hardened in her fist. I didn't have another climax in me, but the feeling of her erection brushing my prostate gave me the sharpest sensations, and my whole body began to quiver around her. And then I felt her harden still more, and knew, from the other times, that this meant she was about to come. She gasped, and I felt the spurts pulsing against my prostate, and my whole body pulsed again with hers.

She gave me a huge, tired smile and lay down beside me, her cock now tiny and saturated with her cum. 'Oh wow! I'm so glad I still have my cock; I love the feeling of fucking you,' she said, and we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. 

We both knew that we had found what we had been dreaming of, and that our lives would never be the same again.



Best of Both Worlds



My name's Jakki Noble, and I'm a stand-up comedian. Well, actually I work in a government office in South London, and do stand-up in my spare time. I'm quite well-known on the circuit, and I'm on first-name terms with some of the biggest names in the business. I've done a show at the Edinburgh Fringe for the last four years; it always costs me a lot more setting it up than I actually make from ticket sales, but that's the Fringe. I'm 28 and I'd love to go full-time but comedy is, ironically, a serious business in Britain, and can be quite a cut-throat one, so I just make do with occasional spots at the Comedy Store, Jongleurs and the other clubs around London, and continue my 'real life' as a supervisor in a jobcentre.

Quite a bit of my act is taken up with tales of my crap love life. I'm famous among my mates for cocking up relationships – they actually started running sweepstakes on how many dates it'd take me to blow it, however hideous my latest boyfriend or girlfriend was, while they all seemed to pull millionaire models from GQ Magazine and Vogue. My record was the bloke walking out on me eleven minutes into our first date; to be honest, I can't even remember what crass comment or action I made, it changes every time I tell the story on-stage.

I've got one particular friend who's really annoying. Her name's Melinda, or Mel for short, and we're often taken for sisters. We're the same age, both have green eyes and brown hair that frizzes so it's impossible to control (well, mine does and is anyway), similar figures, give or take my extra ten pounds, and even sound alike. I love her to bits, though God knows why: she's spent her entire life outdoing me, without ever meaning to. At school I got two B grades and an A for my A Level exams, she got four As. I went to the University of West Bromwich – no, I didn't know there was one either until I got the offer - and got a mediocre degree, Mel left Cambridge with honours and an offer of a place on the faculty. I ended up in the civil service, Mel joined London's funkiest PR agency and has just made junior partner. When we went out together, Mel's dates normally drove her there in their Lamborghini or Jag, I usually ended up helping mine push his pedal cycle because his tyre had punctured. The worst time was when I was going through one of my occasional lezzie periods. I turned up with a very sweet girl who unfortunately looked like a fatter version of Rosanne Barr using Lily Munster as her stylist; Mel, after doubting she'd even find a date, swans in with the new toast of the West End stage, two months before he made his first Hollywood blockbuster. Anyway, you get the idea. The thing is, Mel's such a lovely person, who really doesn't try to do me down, that I find it impossible to be resentful. When my Fringe show got a good review one year from a Guardian journalist I'd had a drunken one-night stand with ages before she actually e-mailed it to everyone she knows! That's what she's like.

I hadn't seen Mel for a few weeks then, out of the blue, she phoned me and asked me out to dinner with her and her new boyfriend. Oh God, I thought, here we go, I know Mel and her boyfriends, she's managed to pull Prince William and she wants to palm me off with Harry. Much as I wanted to see my friend, I tried to back out as I didn't have a partner. I hadn't had one for a while actually, not since my last one had given me a dose of gonorrhoea, two months after we first started sleeping together. Mel brushed that aside and said there must be someone I could invite so, rather than come across as a complete Johnny-no-mates, I said, yeah, okay. Just before we rang off, Mel asked, "Which do you prefer, prick or pussy?"

That's not the sort of question you expect to get asked at 10.30 on a Wednesday morning while you're at work, and I sort of spluttered, "Er, both, I mean either, I mean, Christ, I don't know, why?"

Mel laughed. "Well, if you like both you'll love Jay," then hung up. I wondered for a couple of seconds what the hell that meant, then turned to the far bigger problem of who I was going to ask to come with me. There's a guy who works in my office, Chris, a Londoner with a Nigerian heritage. We get on well – I mean we'd never...well all right, we had, twice – but we decided we liked each other far better as friends than as lovers. I explained my problem to him, and said I'd buy his meal. He gave me this huge grin, and said he would have come anyway, but since I'd offered to pay for both of us he'd happily accept. I smacked him and called him a sod, but to be honest I was quite relieved. I couldn't bear the thought of turning up alone when Mel was going to be preening over her new bloke.

So on the Friday night Chris and I went with our usual crowd to the pub for a couple of drinks after work then, as it was still early, we stopped off at a wine bar near the restaurant where we were meeting Mel and Jay. As a result, when we got there I wasn't drunk exactly, but let's say decidedly relaxed. Chris and I arrived first – naturally Mel would show up fashionably late. When she and her date did arrive, I barely noticed her. Even by her standards, this one was a real knickers-off-and-lie-on-the-table-with-my-legs-open doll. He was only an inch or so taller than me – I'm five-seven – but drop-dead gorgeous. (Look, I quite liked him, okay?) He was, I quickly found out, half-Chinese and half Portuguese, which accounted for the shape of his beautiful black eyes and his olive skin. He was just the right side of 30, his hair was fashionably short, jet black naturally, he had a button nose, a twinkling smile and a trim figure. He was the most simply dressed of all of us, in an open-necked white shirt, a cream linen jacket, black jeans and loafers – he looked as if he'd stepped right out of a Cotton Traders catalogue. I wouldn't say my reaction to him was unsubtle, but Chris whispered in my ear "Jak, put your tongue away before the poor guy trips over it."

This living, breathing god's full name was Jay Luong, and he was a lecturer in Oriental studies at the University of London. Mel explained that one of her colleagues was promoting Jay's new book, and that was how they had met. Even if I had thought his specialist subject meant supporting Leyton Orient FC I would still have found him fascinating. As it was, having holidayed in Thailand and Cambodia a few years earlier I knew just enough to show I wasn't a complete moron, and I really did find Jay's conversation very interesting. He had a pleasant tenor voice, with an accent that suggested an education at a minor English public school. Mel had either heard it all before or was less moved than me by the beauty of Angkor Wat, and after showing off for a few minutes at her capture of such a brilliant specimen she started chatting Chris up. I heard them exchanging embarrassing stories about me at one point, but worked hard at ignoring them.

By the time we had finished our dessert course Mel and I had both rather oiled the wheels in alcohol. When Jay excused himself to go to the gents', Mel cackled something to me about him tossing a coin. Chris had gone outside for a smoke, and I said, "Fucking hell Mel, he's lovely. What did you mean the other day about him being perfect if I like pick and prussy?" That's what I actually said – not that I was drunk, mind.

Mel smirked. "That's what I meant about tossing a coin when he goes to the loo – he could go to either. Well, I say he..." She sniggered at the confused look on my face. "Jay's a very rare and beautiful thing, Jaks – he's a hermaphrodite."

I stared at her, feeling none the wiser for a moment. That was when Jay chose to return. He took one look at our differing expressions as he approached and smiled, shaking his head. Jerking a thumb at Mel he said, "I see she's told you then." I started to mumble an apology, but he shook his head again. "It's okay, she did warn me she has no secrets from you. If I'd objected to her telling you I'd have made it very clear. But you'll understand why I don't exactly shout it from the rooftops."

I nodded, still trying to get my, um, relaxed mind around the concept. After a few seconds, I said, "So, does that mean you're a whatsit, transsexual?" (Recalling the conversation the next day, that was the point at which I started slamming the wardrobe door on my head.)

Jay gave me a strained little smile and said, as if explaining to a precocious eleven-year old, "No, that's someone who has taken the decision to medically re-assign their gender. A hermaphrodite combines elements of both the male and female genders. Don't you know the word?"

That was when I did it: made the sort of crass comment with which I always manage to end a promising relationship with someone who is actually my date (yes, even more crass than the first one). I said, "Yeah, course I do, I just thought they didn't really exist, like unicorns. So you've got a horn and a pussy, yeah? Like a female unicorn."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mel bury her face in her hands, clearly wishing she, or preferably I, was in Vladivostok or somewhere. Chris was on his way back and clearly wondered what was going on. Jay, though, astonishingly, didn't turn and flee but actually chuckled at my comment. He leaned across the table and said in an undertone, "Yes, you might say that; only hopefully not quite so loud next time!"

The party broke up a few minutes after that, and I started to experience the bloodcurdling embarrassment we've all felt when our brain clicks into gear five minutes after our mouth. No? Oh well, must just be me then. When Mel nipped off to the loo I took Jay to one side and said, "Look, I really am sorry about that. I'm not usually such a total shithead. Well, not all the time, anyway."

He smiled and placed his hand on mine. "Forget it, I've really enjoyed meeting you. Look, here's my card, why don't you give me a ring sometime?"

I took the business card, amazed that he still wanted to even know me, and wondering what he meant about phoning him. I saw Mel rooting around in her handbag as she returned. To cover my continuing embarrassment, I said, "Oh no, I couldn't call you, Mel might get the wrong idea and start sticking pins in her juju doll of me again – ooh, ouch, aagghh". As I squirmed in mock agony Mel rolled her eyes dramatically, but Jay seemed to find it genuinely amusing.

Over the next few weeks I saw Mel a few times. I didn't meet Jay again, and I certainly didn't phone him, but he phoned me once. He almost pretended it was like he'd got a wrong number, and we talked about nothing much for a few minutes. When we'd hung up I had the vague feeling that he'd wanted to ask me out, but hadn't plucked up the nerve. Just as well, there's no way I'd cheat with my best friend's boyfriend behind her back. Not even one as fanciable as Jay. Well, not unless he asked me nicely, anyway. And he hadn't. When Mel and I did meet up, naturally the conversation turned to how our personal lives were going, hers with Jay and mine with romantic fiction and hot water bottles. Once, just as we were going our separate ways, I said, "I know this is a fucking impertinent question Mel, but I've got to ask. You and Jay, what's the sex like?"

She gave me a wolfish grin and a wink and said, "Different!" With that she flounced off. Now, in all the years I've known Mel, she's been totally a man's woman, the sort of person who has nothing against lesbians, she just wouldn't want her daughter to marry one. I still remained intrigued, therefore, by that question. I mean, did she just concentrate on his cock while his pussy played no part in proceedings, or had she ventured into the black hole as it were? 

In fact, the more I thought about Jay's life, the more I began to fixate on hermaphrodites in general. It was a subject which had never really impinged on my consciousness before, but I started to read about the condition on the Internet, and to study pictures of hermaphrodites, or 'intersex people' as they're also called. I observed that although they vary somewhat in appearance, the general pattern seemed to be the same: a fairly ordinary looking, though usually quite small, penis, with a vaginal opening of varying size immediately behind it. Testes didn't seem to be much in evidence, if at all. My observations suggested that most hermaphrodites who go public tend to fall into one of two (not necessarily mutually exclusive) categories: those, mostly living as women, who exploit their unusual characteristics to take advantage of the growing interest in any and all forms of porn on the Web, displaying themselves and indulging in graphic sexual acts; and those who experience very real and serious mental turmoil as a result of their condition, often leading to breakdowns, institutionalisation and suicide. It was clear, though, that many hermaphrodites, like Jay I assumed, came to terms with their circumstances and led generally quiet, ordinary lives. The more I studied the subject, the more respect I developed for intersexers as a group, even the guy who publicised himself on the Internet as 'the man with the pussy'.

As the weeks went on, when I met Mel she seemed increasingly uncomfortable talking about her relationship with Jay, and I gathered that things were not going so well. It wasn't a total surprise, therefore, when she told me that they were no longer an item. Almost in tears she said, "He's such a lovely man, and nice looking too" – you think? – "but, the sex...I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a good lover but, well, it all just felt a bit too weird, it was freaking me out. He was so nice about it too. He just sort of smiled and said he understood. He gave me a cuddle as I left, and said he'd like us to stay good friends..." 

She broke down at that point, crying into a tissue while I clucked sympathy and put my arm around her. Meanwhile, my little brain was turning over the morality of the situation. I mean, Jay had obviously liked me that night we met, despite my behaving like a prize arsehole. And he had phoned me, I hadn't called him. But still, I mean, even so, I couldn't move in on my best mate's ex, it just wasn't ethical. It wasn't as if he'd dumped her though, it was her who gave him the big E. Nevertheless, that sort of thing just isn't done. Well, at the very least, I should leave it a decent interval before...

I did. Nearly a whole 24 hours. I called Jay's office and they said he was working at home so I tried his mobile. He answered on the fourth ring, and suddenly I felt like a kid in the playground meeting a boy she has a crush on. I started to babble. "Oh, hi Jay, this is Jakki, I don't know of you remember...yes, sorry, of course you do. Well, anyway, Mel told me, that is she happened to mention, that you two have split up, and, erm, I just wanted to say how sorry I am, I mean that's why I called, that is...oh fuck, no it isn't. Look, would you like to meet me for a drink sometime? I mean no strings attached, just a drink and see how we...get on."

I heard him chuckle and felt my face flushing, having made a complete prat of myself. Then he said, "It's nice to hear from you Jakki, yes, I think a drink would be nice. By the way, I caught your act last week, at the Canal Café, I really liked it." 

I was just starting to preen at his praise and say he should have come backstage when I had a sudden flashback to that gig in Paddington. I mumbled, "Oh, right, so you heard the one about..." My flashback reared up in vivid colour. "I may be desperate but, I mean, this hermaphrodite asked me out the other day. Well, I told him to go fuck himself." It had only been a throwaway gag, but the audience had liked it, after the split second it took them to get it. I hadn't seen any gorgeous-looking blokes storm out in a huff after it. I clapped my hand over my eyes and said, "Oh God, I'm so sorry about that joke, it wasn't meant to be about, that is...oh bollocks, look this is a really shit idea, can you just forget I phoned, please?"

When he replied, Jay pretended to sound hurt – at least, I hoped he was pretending. "Oh, does that mean my invitation's cancelled then? Jakki, the joke was fine, I laughed along with everyone else. Look, if you still want to meet up for a drink I'd really like to. I was going to phone you next week and see if you were up for it anyway."

After I'd smashed my skull to a pulp with my phone receiver I said weakly, "Good, that sounds great. Just say where and when and I'll meet you there."

We agreed on Friday night in a wine bar in Covent Garden, as it's about halfway between our workplaces. God, I can't remember ever being so nervous before a date. I felt guilty too, as if I was going behind Mel's back, even though she had split with Jay. When I arrived he seemed just as nervous as me. He gave me a peck on the cheek and asked what I wanted to drink. The real answer was something big and very strong, but after my previous drunken performance I played safe and went for a white wine spritzer.

At first our conversation was pretty stilted, with several false starts. Let's face it, we barely knew each other; all I knew was Jay was a university lecturer and a hermaphrodite – not the safest topic - and all he knew was that I was a smartarse civil servant and the best mate of his ex-girlfriend. About halfway down the second glass we both started to relax though, and settled on fairly safe ground. There was an exhibition of Indonesian art starting in London the following week, and we both agreed how interesting it sounded. Jay then gave me a mini history of Indonesian culture. It was interesting, but to be honest I was only half-listening, as I gazed at his beautiful eyes and his lovely mouth.

We moved on from there to a few personal details, my shitty little flat in Balham, his new pad in Islington that he was just decorating and so on. After maybe an hour I thought we both felt comfortable with each other, and realised how hungry I was feeling. Without even thinking about it I said, "Look, I'm famished, d'you fancy a Chinese?"

As the words left my mouth I looked into Jay's half-oriental face and screwed my eyes up in embarrassment, thinking my dating self-destruct gene had kicked in again. Jay sniggered, and didn't exactly let me off the hook. Putting an arm around my shoulder he leaned very close – I could smell Paco Rabanne – and, in a seductive voice, murmured, "The question is, Jakki, do you fancy a Chinese?" 

After that the ice was well and truly broken, and we had a really good time at the restaurant, me talking about my dating disasters, him relating some juicy university goss. I also told him some pretty risqué stories from the crazy world of stand-up comedy. After a really nice meal Jay walked me to the tube station, and we had our first kiss. Well, several kisses actually. I refused his gallant offer to see me home, then make his way halfway across London back to his own home. To be honest, I wasn't sure I'd fully trust myself if I got him inside my flat, and I didn't want to look like a total slut on our first date. (I only do that with people I'm pretty sure aren't going to be long-term prospects!) When I got home I felt giddy from our meeting, my heart was fluttering and Barry Manilow was singing softly somewhere in the background of my head.

The next day I woke up wondering if the song Barry had been crooning was Bermuda Triangle. You know how it is: you look back at last night and think it really can't have been as wonderful as I remember, therefore in reality it was probably bloody awful and I'm just kidding myself. I began to wonder if I had really been attracted to Jay the person or whether I just had an unhealthy interest in his...gender issues. No, that was bollocks, he was dead fanciable. He was charming, intelligent, funny, and very beautiful. I decided I wouldn't have cared if he was built like Action Man down below, just a flat expanse of pink plastic. After all, he still had fingers, and a mouth, and a tongue...for Christ's sake! I went for a cold shower after that – nothing to do with my libido, just the crap heating system in my building.




Best of Both Worlds



I spent most of the weekend mooching around on auto pilot. By Sunday night I told myself I wasn't upset that Jay hadn't phoned me. Of course, I could have phoned him; but I'd set up the first date, and I'm just old fashioned enough to believe that the man should make the next move. After all, I didn't want to come across as desperate – even if I was! The worst of it was, I wanted to talk to Mel about it, but how could I? "Hi Mel, I've got a new bloke. You know him actually – well, you should do, you were shagging him five minutes ago." Maybe not.

By the time I got to work on Monday I was well fed up. It was pissing with rain and I was convinced Jay had decided I was the worst idea he'd ever had, and had probably emigrated. Until ten o'clock. That's when the flowers arrived. A huge bunch with every colour imaginable, and a few that were beyond my imagination. Some of the girls were just gathering around my desk, cooing at them as I buried my nose in them, when my phone rang. My changed mood must have been reflected in my voice as I gave my official greeting, because the first words I heard were "You got them then."

Shooing my colleagues away, I said coyly, "Got what?"

Jay chuckled, and said, "My urine samples. I just wanted to say how great last Friday was. Sorry I didn't call you over the weekend, but I had a lot of stuff going on."

Hmm. Too much to spend five minutes on the phone with his neurotic new girlfriend, with whom he had such a great time only a few days earlier? Suddenly the flowers didn't look quite so bright anymore. I rallied, and replied, "Yeah, me too. Thanks for the flowers, they really are beautiful. I enjoyed Friday too, when are we doing it again?"

There was a slightly overlong pause at the other end of the line, then Jay answered hesitantly, "Can I take a rain check on that just for now Jak? I really want to see you again, but I've got a sod of a week at work. I'll call you, okay?"

I felt my heart sinking, and tried not to let anyone in the office see my smile slip. Oh well, at least a big bunch of flowers was as nice a kiss-off as I'd been given in a long time. I said, "Yeah, okay Jay, you give me a call next time you're free, and I'll see what I'm doing." 

I thought I'd kept the acid out of my voice, but evidently not. After another tiny pause Jay came back, sounding hurt. "Jak, don't be like that. I really do want to see you again, I mean it, but it really is...look" - I heard scrabbling – "I can move a few things round in my diary, how are you fixed for Thursday night?" I couldn't help the deflated way I was feeling and told him, trying to sound sweet, not to put himself out on my part. There was a sigh, then he said, "Jakki, please? Pretty please? We can talk better face-to-face." I agreed, but I really wasn't looking forward to it any more. 

I approached Thursday evening with a sense of foreboding. If I was going to get the you're-lovely-but-let's-just-be-friends speech I'd rather it had come on a card with the flowers. We met in a pub on St Martin's Lane, the idea being to chat then go and see a chick-flick I fancied at the Odeon in Leicester Square. In fact, we never made it out of the pub. 

After a few minutes of stilted greetings and long silences Jay stared into his G and T and, with a heavy sigh, said, "Look, the truth is" – here it comes, I thought, the wife and three kids. "The truth is, Friday scared me a bit. I mean, I knew I was attracted to you you, but we just clicked so well and, God, you're so lovely, that..." What? What? I'm lovely, you fancy me – what's scary about that? Get on with it man! "Well, I don't get close to women that easily. I've...had some disappointments in the past. With Mel I knew it was just a bit of fun, and no more than that, but, well, I've already started to think of you as special, and I began to worry you might not feel the same way and I'd end up getting hurt again."

I was flabbergasted. I'm just not the sort of woman men say that sort of thing about. And isn't it us girls who are supposed to be the sensitive, vulnerable ones? A little voice told me that it might just be a line to get me into bed, but if it was it was having the right effect. Sod bed – I wondered if the ladies' loo in the pub had a condom machine and a decent sized cubicle! Then I saw the pained, anxious look on Jay's face and all my one-liners drained away; I knew he was waiting for my reaction to his comments. 

Deep breath. "Christ Jay, you're lovely. I could barely take my eyes off you from that first moment I saw you with Mel. I've never had so many nice things said about me – two of them." (Sorry, humour's a bit of a nervous reflex action with me. Thankfully Jay smiled.) "I was totally miserable when you didn't call me at the weekend, I thought I must have blown it. To be honest, I think it's a bit too early to tell what sort of future we've got together – you can't really be as perfect as I think you are and I haven't found out your faults yet. You haven't found mine out either, thank God! Well, except for the drunken bloody stupid comment thing." (A broad smile.) And I survived that, so...let's see how it goes, but there's certainly nothing yet to rule out getting serious about each other."

Bloody hell, a bit heavy for early evening and only half a Bacardi and Coke inside me! But it got heavier yet. Somehow we got onto the subject of Jay's gender. I admitted I'd done a bit of research and made the potentially dumb comment that I was glad he had avoided the psychological problems it could cause. He laughed at that – but not in a good way. "I haven't always been the calm, well-adjusted professional you see in front of you now. I've always identified as male, but at 14 I was totally fucked up. I thought of myself as a freak. Well, let's face it, I am a freak. But my parents were so supportive – they really are wonderful people – and managed to find me a therapist who...let's just say he's an expert in the subject. He talked me through it and I still see him on a regular basis, as a therapist and as a mate. He's pretty much a second father to me."

When he finished he gave me such a nervous look as he tried to gauge my reaction that I broke up. I just managed to squeak "Oh Jay" as I hugged him and burst into tears. We sort of rocked together for a couple of minutes, then we both got rather pissed. We were a lot more comfortable with each other after that little heart-to-heart, and got onto lighter subjects. I remembered the Indonesian Treasures exhibition, and suggested we go at the weekend.

Jay looked uncertain. "Thing is, I told you I'm re-decorating my flat. I really need to get on with it. I was planning to spend all weekend..." He must have seen something in my face, because he smartly changed tack. "Okay, look, here's the deal. We'll go to the exhibition on Saturday morning, if you'll come round and help me decorate in the afternoon." We clinked glasses on the deal. After several hours and a lot of booze Jay walked me to the tube station. We did some serious snogging, and I grabbed his hand and placed it firmly on my boob. He just let it lie there dormant, but at least he didn't remove it. If he'd suggested again that he escort me back to my place I would have leapt at the offer, and on him once I got him home. But he didn't and, after the emotions of the evening, I didn't want him to feel pressurised in any way.

I was up at the crack of dawn on Saturday, as opposed to my usual crack of noon, and by 8.15 I was in Central London cupping my hands around a Starbucks while I waited for Jay. My jaw dropped when I saw the huge queue for the opening of the event, but it turned out Jay had had a hand in setting it up, the sly bugger, and he got us inside before the doors had even opened to the public. I found it genuinely fascinating and beautiful, and Jay's knowledge of, and affection for, the subject was obvious. Afterwards, holding hands, we went to a nice restaurant for lunch then made our way back to Islington, splitting the 144 different sections of The Times between us on the tube. 

Jay's flat was small and attractive, on the first floor of a newish block not far from Angel station. Inside he handed me a set of overalls and, aware of the step I was taking, I casually stripped down to my bra and pants in front of him and pulled them on. I've got what's politely called an hour glass figure, big boobs (well, a C cup, still, just), tapering at the waist and wide hips with chubbier thighs than I'd like. I hadn't shaved recently, and a thin line of dark hair extended above my knickers in a line up to my navel. Being a gentleman Jay turned his back, but not being a lady I made sure I copped a good look at his slim, toned, hairless body as he similarly stripped down to his briefs and pulled his own overalls on. Nice, tight bum, slim muscular legs.

For the next six hours we painted hard, not talking much, mainly Jay directing me as to what he needed me to do, which colour was going on which wall and so on, and me boiling the kettle for coffee a couple of times. I welcomed the vigorous activity as an outlet for the sexual tension I was beginning to feel at being completely alone with him for the first time. Towards the end I splashed him with paint off the big brush I was using – a genuine accident – and within seconds we were into a paint fight, getting almost as much on each other and the newspapers covering the floor as we had on the walls. After a few minutes, both exhausted and helpless with laughter, we collapsed together on a sofa-shaped lump covered by an old paint-splattered sheet.

We both sat giggling while we recovered our breath. I could feel paint in my hair and on my face, and said, "I'm going to need a bloody good shower."

Jay nodded and said, "Me too. Do you want to go first?"

I turned to look at him. I intended my next comment to sound jokey, not emotional and needy, as it in fact did. "No Jay, I want us to go together."

He returned my look, a little nervously I thought, then leaned in and we kissed; not the sniggering, sloppy snogging we'd previously indulged in, this was the long, gentle, tender kiss of lovers. One-handed I unbuttoned the top of Jay's overall and slid my fingers inside. That was when I got my first surprise, as my hand made contact with one of his boobs. I'd been with blokes with man boobs before, of course, but this was the real thing, probably smaller than mine at age 13, but no less genuine for that. I suppose I hadn't really thought through the full implications of him having the physical characteristics of both sexes. I must have tensed, because Jay's eyes flew open, but he relaxed again as I increased the intensity of the kiss and curled my fingers around his flesh, flicking his nipple with my thumb. For a second Jay's hand brushed the outside of my boob, then it passed on and around my back, pulling me towards him. Just as I thought we were about to get down and dirty right there, he stood, rather abruptly, and said, "I'll go and put the shower on, lay some towels out."

I began to wonder whether I was pushing Jay too fast and scaring him, but when he came back a couple of minutes later he gave me a big smile, pulled me to my feet, hugged me and kissed me on the nose. I think maybe my acceptance of his chest had broken the ice. We stripped slowly, eyes locked on each other, in the bathroom. Jay had a small cock, but a pretty one, a little clump of black hair above it. I made a conscious effort not to stare at his groin; after all, I was planning to get very familiar with it later on! The shower was tiny, but neither of us complained as my big knockers pressed up against his chest, and his arms wrapped around me, hands kneading my bum. 

We spent a good half hour washing ourselves, washing each other, hugging and kissing, then dried ourselves and, with a complete lack of self-consciousness, walked holding hands to his bedroom. That was the first room he'd finished decorating, and the fittings had a real oriental feel to them: black duvet cover patterned with bamboo stalks, paper light shade covered with a traditional Japanese garden scene, that kind of thing. Once there I think we both had a slight attack of shyness, and just lay smiling into each other's eyes for a few minutes before I rolled half on top of Jay and slipped my tongue into his mouth. 

He began massaging my boobs, gently squeezing them and rolling them on my chest. I slipped a hand down his body, and he gasped and twitched slightly, then sighed, as my fingers wrapped around his knob. He was already stiff, and I licked my way down his body, sucking his nipples on the way, then took him into my mouth. As I did so I closed my eyes in pleasure; I hadn't tasted a cock for months, and I always get a special thrill out of giving a new lover a blowjob for the first time, before I fuck him senseless. I ran my lips sensuously up and down Jay's prick, tracing its length and contours with the tip of my tongue. On auto pilot, I stretched a hand between his legs, reaching for his balls as I would with any bloke; then I was reminded of the reality of the situation as my finger slipped into a warm, damp cavity. I almost withdrew with shock, a reflex action, but thankfully I managed to catch myself, and instead pressed on, slipping a couple of fingers into Jay. After all, I've never been adverse to tonguing a nice pussy either, and, as Mel had once hinted, he really did offer the best of both worlds.

Jay moaned with happiness at the feelings I was creating in him, and circled his hips, encouraging my mouth and my fingers. I sensed he was about to cum – that his cock was about to ejaculate, that is – and wanting to prolong the moment I released him from between my lips and licked along his shaft. It really was the strangest sensation, feeling my tongue slip down a hot stiff boner, and from there directly into a juicy pussy and back up again. I had wondered how I would feel when it happened, and the tiny part of my brain that was still thinking registered pleasure that in fact I found it a real turn-on. After a couple of circuits I sucked Jay's knob into my mouth and he came within seconds, with a sort of high whining sound as his hips jerked at my greedily sucking mouth.

I took a sip of water than kissed Jay. We held each other close and just marvelled at the moment. Then he whispered to me. "Thank you. Sorry, it takes a bit of time before I'm ready again."

I kissed his chin, and murmured, "That's okay, I'm not going anywhere for a while. I'm not expecting the Harlem Globetrotters round at my place for another three hours yet." I do like a man who laughs at even my silliest jokes! So we kissed and cuddled for a bit, and each told the other we hadn't thought we'd really be lucky enough to get them into bed, then I pulled on one of Jay's old sweatshirts and, otherwise naked, made us both cheese on toast, then we both dropped crumbs in the bed. I don't know whether it was the dangerously stale Cheddar or the tiny toasted specks sticking into his arse, but after that Jay was raring to go again. He'd already told me he only fires blanks but, nevertheless, did sweetly offer to use a condom. It did cross my mind to say "Thanks, I don't want to risk getting the clap for the second time in six months", but for once I managed to keep my finger off the self-destruct button and told him that of course I didn't want him to. I always prefer bare-back anyway, as long as I'm reasonably sure it's safe. To be honest I could barely wait to get him inside me, so the poor man had only just started nibbling my tits when I was dragging him up me and wrapping my legs around him. He slipped into me very easily, and I drew my knees up as my beautiful new lover screwed me. I clutched his sweet little bum, and two of my finger tips slipped into his pussy. (I don't think I'll ever quite get used to saying that – 'his pussy'.) 

Now, I must be honest, that wasn't the first time in my life I'd stroked a vagina while its owner fucked me; but it was the first time the rod inside me hadn't been strapped on and made of artificial materials! Through the mix of new-boyfriend-sex, the anticipation I'd been feeling, Jay kissing me and, let's be honest, the sheer novelty of the situation, I think I had the biggest, most brain-shattering orgasm of my entire life (up to then!), bucking and roaring like a raging bull as Jay gripped on for dear life, several suns went supernova behind my eyelids and the entire Moscow Philharmonic slipped into my head and started crashing out the end of the 1812 Overture at maximum volume. The combination of that, my long day, all the painting and the adrenalin release caught up with me and I fell asleep for a while. When I woke Jay was asleep, but I'm sure he's had worse alarm calls in his life than a randy woman sucking his knob and fingering his pussy prior to squatting astride him and screwing us both to another blinding climax.

We celebrated our first wedding anniversary last week. I never thought I was the wifey type, but then I never thought I'd meet anyone I love as much as I do Jay, or who's so amazingly sweet to me. Jay's sister was my bridesmaid, and Mel my Best Woman. She actually made a very witty speech. At one point she said, "I first suspected Jakki fancied my boyfriend when I nipped off to the loo for 30 seconds and came back to find her throwing him across the table and shagging him. Of course, it didn't stop her wolfing down her crème caramel, always been a mutli-tasker has our Jak." My folks know what Mel's like, but thankfully Jay's parents roared with laughter too. He's right, they really are very special people.

We honeymooned in Laos and Vietnam, and Jay always makes sure he keeps a couple of weeks in August free to come up to Edinburgh with me. It means I can't go out getting pissed with my old mates until three in the morning like I used to, but I'd much rather be doing cheaper, and more enjoyable, things in my digs with my husband! I've kept my own surname on stage, and my new show's called 'My Hermaphrodite Boyfriend'. It's not really much about intersex people, that's just a tag to hang my relationship gags on. Not only did Jay help me write some of the material though, he even suggested the title. Of course, nobody believes it's true – except for Mel that is!



Best of Both Worlds



Chapter 1

My name is Makena and not too long ago I realized my bisexuality. It wasn't because I didn't like a good hard cock, but all the guys I had ever known were total bastards and I couldn't do it anymore, so I ended up spending more and more time with women and less and less with men. Things were going pretty well and I had already had a few encounters with some sexy woman that showed me how a woman can treat a woman. I never could fully kick the desire for a penis though, even when my partners used toys and strapon's it just wasn't the same as a pulsing, vein covered, warm hard cock.

I considered going back to a man but as soon as I talked to one and they said something stupid, acting like they always do around me I knew I could never go back. Cock is nice but if it's attached to a fucking idiot why bother? I choose to avoid men, stuck to girl on girl action and tried to forget the memories of real life cock, instead honing my pussy eating skills.

Then something wonderful happened. It started as just a regular Friday night at the gay bar. I was sitting at the bar drinking my normal when this woman walked in that I hadn't seen before. She was incredible, around 5'-7", long dark hair, large perfect breasts, and a skinny toned body with a flawless face. She was by far the hottest women in the bar now and I could tell she was looking for a good time. She looked over the other woman, and they all looked at her as well. She didn't seem interested in any of them, and I really wasn't either. Not to be a bitch, but none of them were in her or my 'league' shall we say. 

As she finally got to me we locked eyes and she smiled and automatically walked over. The other women went back to themselves and the new girl kept her eyes on me all the way to the bar, climbing up on the stool next to me.

"That was a close one," she said.

I smiled, "How so?" I asked.

"I was afraid there wasn't anything worth while in here, 'till you." 

I raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled. She ordered a drink and we began talking and hit it off immediately. She was really cool and we had a lot in common. She told me her name was Hannah and I told her mine. We talked and drank for some time and soon were touching each other, laughing about all sorts of things.

"You know Hannah you seem really special," I said really believing it.

"Wait till you get to know me better; I have something really special," she said.

I didn't think anything of it; the alcohol kind of blurred my reasoning in what something might be. We both knew where we were headed and walked hand and hand out of the bar. She followed me back to my place. I parked in my garage and she walked to my front door, waiting for me by the time I opened it up for her. I was horny and really wanted to see and feel her large tits so I grabbed one of them as she walked in. It was round and firm and she returned the favor as our lips met. I kicked the door closed with my foot. We kissed and fondled each others large breasts, slowly making it to my couch in the living room. My hand slid down her flat stomach towards her crotch but she grabbed it and returned it to her breasts again.

"Not yet, I need to explain something first," she said.

I opened my eyes and looked at her face. We were both sitting on the couch now side by side. She was so beautiful, probably the most gorgeous woman I had been with so far.

"You know how I said I have something special?" she asked.

"What?" I asked trying to kiss her again.

She grabbed my head in her soft hands, "Just hold on.....In the bar when you said I seemed special."

"Ya I remember. Why?" I asked.

"I'm not a normal woman........ I was kinda born different than you," she said hesitantly.

"What? What do you mean? You're a woman right? You're not a dude?" I said backing away a little.

"No I'm not a man, lets just call me an enhanced woman," she said standing up.

Judas she was hot! No way was she a man with that body and curves. As she pulled her straps on her dress down over her shoulders and reviled her incredible breasts to me I wanted to jump up from the couch and grab and suck them. Her nipples were hard and the tight skin around them bunched up darker than her round orbs. Lower her dress went showing me her firm toned stomach.

"Okay sweetie now don't freak out on me here, I'll explain everything once you see," she said.

I was still looking at her perfect breasts when she shimmied out of her dress and panties. What I saw made me gasp in shock and cover my mouth. She had a dick, a full sized six inch semi hard dick!

"What the fuck!" I blurted.

"I said I had something special, but I'm still a woman," she said lifting her penis to revile her pussy.

She had no balls, just a perfectly formed vagina and even a clit. Above both was a male penis. I still had my hand over my mouth and just stared at her.

"I'm what some call a hermaphrodite, but not really since I only have a penis and not balls to go with it. It's just kinda an extra feature I was born with," she explained.

"Does it get hard and everything?" I asked.

"Yes, it even ejaculates like a man's," she said.

"Wow this is just too weird," I said still looking at the odd penis above her female organs. 

"Do you want to touch me?" she asked.

I had to admit I was curious, she had lots to play with down there and she was the coolest person I had met in a long time. It had been a while since I had seen a penis let alone touched one, my desire to do so returned quickly.

"Come sit back down Hannah, I'm sorry I acted rudely it's just quite a shock," I said.

"I know, that's why I stopped to explain before you found out on your own," she said stepping out of her dress and sitting down next to me.

"You are incredibly beautiful," I said reaching up to her dark hair and pulling her head to my lips.

We kissed deeply and tongues crossed sending shivers through my body. She cupped my breasts again and I slid my hands down over her shoulders and arms. She slipped my dress straps off and pulled it down, finding my nipples growing quickly. She pinched the left and palmed the right as we kissed even harder. My hand went down her side and found her smooth leg and hip. I knew what I was going to find between her legs but it was still quite odd. My hand brushed her penis and my other hand found her firm left breast at the same time. I grabbed hold of both and felt her body react to my touch. Her cock was getting noticeably harder and I began to rub it and pinch her nipple. She had my dress down around my waist now and was fondling my breasts like only a woman knows how.

Her penis was fully hard, throbbing in my hand now, and felt just like I remembered. I had to recall how to play with one since it had been so long but I quickly remembered. My hand stroked up and down the shaft, then after a few minutes I discovered she was oozing like a man would have been so I played with the slick clear liquid on her head as she continued to kiss and fondle me. I wanted to suck it; I don't know why I just did, so I broke up our kiss and smiled at her.

"I'm really rusty when it comes to blowjobs but do you mind?" I asked her.

She laughed, "You are so sweet, please by all means," and with that she lay down on my couch.

I still had her penis in my hand and bent over. I didn't take it in my mouth right off, instead I just admired it. She had shaved all her hair away so I could see her dual organs uncluttered and it was amazing. Her shaft was wide, ribbed with veins and ended in a perfectly formed head. Her pussy was flushed as well and her little clit pressed out on the folds of her lips. With my other hand I spread them open, finding her little nub erect and shinny. I bent her cock up onto her stomach and pressed my face down into her pussy, licking her little clit. She hummed with pleasure and I even felt her cock lurch a little bit as I licked around her nub. I began to stoke her shaft and lick her clitoris at the same time; with my other hand I pressed two fingers deep inside her moist pussy.

Oh my hell it was crazy to be doing all of this to the same person! I couldn't imagine how good it felt and I almost envied her as I heard her moan and begin to squirm under my tongue and hands. I continued eating her pussy, stoking her cock, bringing her to a female orgasm with my talents I had learned. She shook and convulsed just like I expected a woman to do. I felt pre-cum running over my hand from her penis as she came.

She was whimpering and rocking back and forth. I took my mouth away from her clit and pulled her erect cock down towards me and opened my mouth wide to let her head in. Memories flooded in of the cocks I had sucked before I gave up on men and I took her shaft down my throat like I remembered men liking. Her moans got louder so I knew I was doing well. I was soon sucking her cock like a pro again. Instead of playing with balls I fingered her very wet pussy with my hand and continued to suck her hard beautiful cock.

I looked up from her penis and saw that she was working her nipples in each hand and enjoying my oral treat on her extra special feature. My fingers dug into her moist pussy and I sucked with purpose wanting to see her penis ejaculate. I sucked and sucked and bobbed my head down and around letting my saliva and her pre-cum cover her shaft and ooze down to her vagina. It took a little more work than getting her to cum by her clit but soon she was moaning loud and her cock got noticeably harder in my mouth. I knew she was really close to ejaculating.

The first spurt of her cum hit me in the throat and I quickly took my mouth off of her stroking her because I wanted to see her fabulous member shoot. I stoked hard and fast and her cock shot three more long ropes of cum onto her flat tan stomach. It began to slowly ooze thick white cum out of the hole and down her shaft onto my hands. It looked just like male cum and tasted pretty much the same as well. She had tightened up her ass and was moaning as her cock spewed its strange load and I loved the sight of this woman in the grips of a male orgasm.

"Wow......Hannah this is amazing, how is this even possible?" I asked.

She took a moment to answer, still feeling the after effects of her orgasm, looking up at me.

"Even though I don't have balls I still have the male internal organs that produce the cum," she explained running her hands through the thick white strings of jizz on her stomach.

Her cock began to soften in my hands and it seemed she had the same drawback as men do in having to wait a while before it was hard again. I let go of it, letting it fall to her body. She tasted her own juice from her fingers as I watched.

"I think I should return the favor now, then I should be ready to let you experience the most wonderful thing about my added feature," she said rising up next to me.

She pushed me over, finished talking off my dress and panties and cupped my really moist pussy in her hands, pressing down with her palm on my clitoris. She ground against it for a few seconds, then split my lips apart, pressing her middle finger deep inside as she took my left nipple and part of my breast into her mouth. Another finger entered me and she switched breasts, palming my clit even harder. Shit it felt wonderful and I closed my eyes letting her work.

Soon I felt her lips and tongue run down my body, kissing me around my navel and inner thighs as her fingers still pressed into me. She found my clit with her mouth, her warm, sweet mouth, causing me to arch my back and moan loud as she sucked hard on my little nub. She knew just what to do, where to touch, how hard to bite and suck. Her fingers spun around in my pussy and she quickly found my sweet spot behind my clitoris, pressing on it with two fingers as she licked my clit fast back and forth and up and down. 

She never rushed things, took the precious time I love women to do that men seem to forget about. She let me build slowly, slowly, until my orgasm was an enormous wave about to crash down and flood me with exquisite bliss. She was perfect, and so was my orgasm. I lost track of time and even where I was as the pleasure rushed over me with the crashing of the wave. I didn't even realize that she had stopped fingering me and eating me and just lay there shaking with my climax. I hadn't opened my eyes yet either, I was just too far gone. I didn't know how long she had serviced me but it must have been long enough because suddenly I felt a hot wide object press into my pussy, I quickly realized what it was, from past memories. Her cock was hard again and she was fucking me with it.

My eyes shot opened and I looked up at her. She was keeling on the couch and pressing her length into me. She felt incredible; it was so odd to feel a real cock inside of me but to see a woman's body connected to it. Her perfect breasts rolled and giggled as she thrusts and I moaned in pleasure as her wonderful cock found new depths, her fingers couldn't reach. "I told you this was the best part about this thing. My own real life strapon and its all for you Makena!" she said forcefully, slamming her full length into me deep and hard.

I screamed with pleasure as she continued her hard fast thrusts, making my tits swirl in circles on my chest. She reached up and grabbed them both, squeezing hard, forcing herself into me over and over, causing me to scream louder. She was pressing in so deep I could fill her wet pussy lips on my ass and even her little hard nub would tickle me. It was so good, and what was even better was I knew she was enjoying it just as much since it wasn't a fake rubber toy but a real cock.

"Oh shit, oh shit! Hannah it's so good, fuck me... Fuck me!" I screamed out.

Hannah had the look of ecstasy on her face and I knew she was enjoying my tight wet tunnel. It was the best sex I had had in a long time, not just because of the cock, but because of the woman behind the cock. She was better than any man I have had and she knew how to work that thing beautifully.

She lifted my legs up and over my head and drove her rod deeper into me, smashing her wet pussy against my ass and held herself there rotating her hips so her clit smashed up against my tail bone. The pleasure on her face increased and I knew she loved the grinding sensation. She began to slide in and out again and I started cumming seconds later from her hard deep thrusts. She knew I was peaking and somehow increased her speed and power, escalating my rapture.

She pounded me all the way through my orgasm and I knew she was working much harder than I was so after I came down I pushed her away, over onto her back. Crawling over her I grabbed her slick wet shaft and slid her back inside of me and began to ride her from above. Looking down at her I couldn't get over how perfect she was. Her firm tits stayed together on her chest and I put both my hands on them as I rose up and down on her fabulous member.

"Damn this thing is cool," I said down to her.

"I know right? Best of both worlds," she smiled up at me.

She was so right! She was the best of both worlds. A perfect woman with a cock. I couldn't think of better. I didn't have to put up with a stupid guy and still got a real live cock and it came with tits and a pussy. I didn't stop riding her and just enjoyed the feeling of her hard shaft penetrating my body over and over and the feel of her firm tits under my hands. I tried to reach back behind me and get to her pussy but it was more difficult than I though it would be. She knew what I was trying to do and suggested I flip around and ride her the other way. I hopped off of her, turning around and climbed back on, grabbing her rod and sat back down on it. This was a much better position to get to her while I was all the way down on her shaft. I was able to play with her clitoris and rub her labia with my fingers but what I really needed was a toy or something to shove in as she was deep in me.

"Hold on I have an idea," I said climbing off of her again and disappearing to my room.

I found her stroking her cock when I got back with my double-ended dildo that was almost two feet long. She smiled when she saw it and I climbed back onto her while she held her cock up for me. Once she was back in me again I worked the long toy into her pussy and began to fuck her with it while trying to move up and down on her shaft. It took a little patience but I figured it out and she started to moan and scream big time. Normally the other end would be in my pussy but since she had that covered I could just hold on to the fake shaft and fuck her good with it.

I got tired after about 10 minutes and fell back off of her and onto the soft carpet in front of my couch on my hands and knees. She rose up and got behind me, feeding her warm hard cock back into my pussy and thrust deep and held it. Her clitoris met mine perfectly in this position and she grinded our nubs together while holding her shaft deep inside. Oh my hell it was good, I've grinded against clits before of course but with the added pleasure of a fully hard cock in my pussy it was much better. I felt her thumb begin playing with my puckered ass and rub my juice around the tight rosebud. She kept grinding my clit with hers and playing with my anus and my breathing never had the chance to slow from the riding I had done because of the pleasure she was causing in my body.

"Oh Hannah, it's so perfect, you are perfect!" I screamed as another orgasm approached.

As I peaked she pressed her thumb into my ass and began to thrust her member out and in and I freaked out. I came the hardest of the night and little jolts of pleasure hit me each time her clit bottomed out onto mine.

"Cum with me! I want you to cum inside of me!" I screamed as my orgasm continued.

I think she had the same idea because only a few seconds after I yelled she did as well. I felt her cock convulse and spew its hot load inside my pussy. I didn't think I missed it as much as I did but when she came with me and I felt her drench my insides, I realized I did miss the feeling of the hot cum spurting in deep.

We both collapsed in a sweat and cum covered heap on my floor. I snuggled up to her and laid my head on her chest. She smelled much better than a man, I was in my perfect place lying next to my perfect woman.

Chapter 2

We fell asleep on my living room floor and I woke up having to pee from all the alcohol. Hannah stirred a little as I got up and I took the chance to look at her while she was still asleep. Her cock was soft and I marveled at how small it had become. I could see how she could get away with hiding it as long as she wasn't aroused. With it soft it barley hung down over her clitoris and I shook my head wondering how it could possible grow to six inches and be as wide as it was earlier. I almost reached out and touched it but my bladder screamed out for relief.

The clock in my bathroom said 3 A.M. and Hannah was still asleep when I returned to the living room. I sat on my couch, staring down at her. She was amazing and I just watched her sleep for quite a while. She must have been having some interesting dreams because her little cock would stir and begin to grow, then stop and shrink back down. This happened a few times as I watched her and I wondered what would happen if I helped it along the next time it stirred. She was probably going to wake up, but either way I knew I was in for some fun.

About five minutes later I saw it twitch and begin to grow again so I hopped of the couch and knelt next to her getting a great look at it. It widened and lengthened and began a slow circular arch counter clockwise but stopped again. I reached out with my finger and tapped the head to see what would happen. Hannah stirred, and her cock stopped shrinking, stayed where it was a little wider and longer. With it sideways now I could see her pussy better and I gently ran my finger along her lips ever so softly to see the effect it would have on her penis.




Best of Both Worlds



They were definitely connected; her penis bounced slightly and again began to engorge and climb its way upward. I slid my finger along the shaft as it bounced, then down her lips again trying not to wake her. It happened so slowly that the change from flaccid to rock hard was so gradual it didn't seem that odd to be huge again. I was doing well and she was still asleep by the time I had her penis fully hard and her clitoris was pressing out among her folds. I reached to touch her again but she stirred and I pulled back.

"What are you doing.........?" she all of a sudden spoke and I looked up at her sleepy eyes.

"Oh nothing really, just playing a little," I said busted.

"I can tell, you got me all hard and wet again silly," she said smiling.

"Well I had to pee so when I came back I started watching you sleep and your 'thingy' was doing strange things and I got curious," I said giggling.

"My 'thingy' huh? I recall you liked my 'thingy' very much earlier," she said sitting up.

"What do you want me to call it?" I asked.

"Call it what it is, a big fat cock!" she blurted, laughing.

I smiled back and grabbed it around the base, "Fine with me, does you big fat cock like this?" I asked, stroking it hard up and down.

"Mmm yes it does," she moaned and lay back down on the ground.

My other hand found her clit and using her moist pussy I spread some juice around her clit and pinched and teased it while stroking her shaft. Her nipples hardened and I watched her close her eyes, bringing both hands up to her lovely orbs, teasing her growing nipples. She spread her legs more and I reached up to find the long toy still on the couch, bringing it down to play. 

I eased the pointed head into her hot pussy and she squealed from the cold rubber. Her vagina was very moist and more of the cold toy disappeared into her body all the while I stroked and bent her cock in circles. Out and in I moved the toy and her wet insides coated and warmed the toy quickly. Her cock began to ooze and when I had a nice little drop I would rub it around her head and drive her crazy with the new sensation. I had to admit it was a lot of fun to play with both of her sex organs at the same time.

"So what does it feel like to have both," I asked while playing.

She didn't say anything for a moment, I guess she was enjoying it to much and didn't realize I had asked her something.

"Huh? Did you say something?" she said looking up at me. I smiled and repeated the question.

"Well I don't know what to tell you, I've never known anything else." 

"Oh right, kinda a stupid question. But I think I know what this feels like," I said and stopped touching her penis and just rammed the toy in her pussy a few times. "So what does playing with you big fat cock add to that?" I asked and began to stroke it again.

"Well, when you do them separate the pleasure is less and different, and the female orgasm is more of a full body sensation that you experience I'm sure. When my big fat cock cum's it's more localized and very intense but doesn't last as long. The combination though when you play with both is amazing and it like blends together and is really hard to describe."

"Wow! You're kinda lucky, I'll never get to feel that," I said stroking her cock harder and holding the dildo as deep as I could.

She was going to say something more but the pleasure stopped her and she arched her back with the intense sensation and the depth of the toy. When I pulled it back out it was covered in white thick juice and some had oozed down around her little ass. This gave me the idea to add even more pleasure to her. I lifted her legs up a little so I could see her tight hole and bent the long toy around, beginning to ease the other end into her tight little ass. It went in easy and I knew she wasn't a beginner, because she didn't stop me and there wasn't much resistance from her ass.

Instead her reaction was one of delight and moaning in pleasure. Her cock got harder and began to seep additional clear slick liquid for me to play with. I slowly began to move the toy in and out of her full ass and pussy. She began to breathe heavier and her chest was rising and falling faster as the pleasure took over. I wondered if I could get her to cum with both of her sex organs at the same time. I mean to have her ejaculate at the same time she was having a female orgasm would be the ultimate.

The only problem was I knew I needed more clit play to get her off womanly and I was out of hands with one on her cock and the other on the bend in the toy. She was freaking out and I knew she was getting close to one or the other. From the feel of her shaft I perceived it to be a male orgasm approaching so I slowed down on the stroking and tried to work the toy faster into her ass and pussy. On the downward strokes I tried to rub her clit with my thumb but it wasn't working well enough.

She must have notice what I was trying to do because as I was focusing on her body and watching the toy go in and out, I felt her hand grab her shaft under mine and take over the stoking for me. Now free, my hand went right to work on her little erect nub and I lightly rubbed my index finger over the tip as quick as I could while moving the toy in and out.

I'm sure she wanted to cum with both her organs as well and I watched her stroke her own cock keeping herself right ready to ejaculate as soon as I got her to cum vaginally. She would speed up on her shaft and then slow down when she got too close. I was so envious to what she was feeling at the moment.

It took quite a while and my hands and arms were getting tired from working the toy and her little clit. She was still slowly stoking and had a steady stream of clear liquid running down her shaft over her hand to the base of her cock. I could tell she was concentrating so hard on climaxing, her muscles were tense and she had her lower lip between her teeth as it approached.

"Fuck! Here it comes Makena!" she screamed finally and sped up on her shaft to meet the peak of her pussy.

Her body began to convulse and her clitoral and vaginal orgasm rushed over her body followed by a long spurt of cum that shot straight in the air and cascaded down on her cock and my hand. She began to wig completely out when another shot of cock juice shot from her shaft again and her pussy convulsed with its own spasm. I had never seen anyone orgasm like this before. If I was envious before it was way worse now. Damn it must have been so good. She continued riving and bucking as her cock began to spurt smaller globs out that ran down over her hand. I tried to work her clit and the toy as she moved so erratically.

I finally had to give up and stopped playing all together but she kept going on her cock and stroked it until it stopped spurting but her pussy was still going. I watched it and her ass grab at the toy and suddenly she squeezed so hard she pushed both ends out of herself and shook and panted for another couple of minutes while I just watched.

I had never seen anything like it before. Well that was kind of a stupid statement, I had never seen a woman with a dick before but to watch her cum like that was mind blowing and such a turn on that I was just dripping wet and needing to be fucked myself now. As I watched her lay there her hard cock began to shrink and her juice ran down the sides of her body. I was so hot and turned on I decided to lick it all up and cleaned her with my tongue and mouth. I ate all of her juice from her cock and even munched on her pussy while I fingered my own wet hole.

Her dick soon was limp and hung over her pussy and since she was all clean I stopped licking, sitting back against the couch and found the large toy still covered with her juices. I shove one end into my wet vagina and began fucking myself while playing with my clit with two fingers. Hannah slowly got up and crawled over to me and took the toy from my hand, thrusting it in and out.

"Makena.... that was and incredible duel orgasm, I loved it!" Hannah said to me.

"It was pretty damn cool and got me all worked up," I said, scooting down on my back more so she could get to me easier.

"I'm so glad you are dealing with my extra appendage so easily, as you can imagine I've had mixed reactions."

"Well to be honest Hannah you are exactly what I've been looking for. I've never rid myself of the desire for a man's penis, but just hated the men so you have solved that problem for me." 

"You don't know how happy that makes me, I have been looking for someone that appreciates it, and you really seem to be that person," she said while ramming the toy in and out of me faster.

I didn't bother to respond this time and just closed my eyes as she pumped me full of rubber toy and had begun to play with my erect clit as well. I worked on my D cups and could feel my juices flowing down to my ass as my body got wetter. I opened my eyes occasionally to watch and look at Hannah's exceptional body. Her penis was still soft after about five minutes of her playing with me. I was soon going to orgasm under her fast fingers and the toy ramming in and out of my pussy.

Suddenly she pulled my hips down further and lifted my legs with the toy still hanging out of my pussy. I knew what she wanted.....better access to my ass and once I was in position she bent the toy in half and eased the other end slowly into my bottom. I wasn't a beginner either, when it came to ass play, and my toy went in my tight hole with the lube from my pussy.

"Oh shit ya, fuck my ass and pussy Hannah!" I screamed feeling the rubber toy go deeper into my bowels.

"That just looks so cool with both ends in you," she said smiling and began to pull them and push each end at the same time, fucking me doubly good.

I came about a minute later and vibrated on the floor as she continued her thrusts as I peaked. It was good but not as good as with her own six inch toy. She shoved the dildo all the way in so the bend was up against my body and the toy was as deep as it could go. It somehow stayed there and she stopped moving it and let go. I opened my eyes to see what she was up too and got a big smile on my face when I saw her stoking her penis, trying to get it hard again. There were signs of life in it but she was having a little difficulty getting it erect a third time tonight.

I finished my orgasm and said, "Here let me help, come closer so I can suck it."

She smiled and moved over my body and knelt with both legs on either side of me, with her pussy between my boobs and her cock right in my face. It was only halfway hard and I opened my mouth taking the long warm member in, sucking on it while she reached back behind herself. She began working the toy in and out of me again while I sucked.

About two minutes later I had her hard again, I guess my cock sucking skills weren't so bad after all. I just kept sucking while she played with the toy and I had a great view of her perfect large breasts from below while I sucked. She was content as well and fucked me with the toy slow, then fast and all different depths. Her pussy was oozing all over my breasts as I sucked her cock and with my saliva dripping off her shaft I had a nice mess between my boobs. With one hand I reached up and stuck my thumb into her pussy and she squealed with the added pleasure and her cock lurched inside my mouth.

"Fuck yeah, Makena, that's so good!" she screamed and rammed the toy into my orifices harder.

"I want your wonderful cock in my ass, Hannah!" I screamed taking her out of my mouth.

I was beyond horny and felt like being down right dirty and crazy and with this woman anything was possible. She crawled back off of me, slowly took the ass end of the toy out of me and shoved the other end deeper into my pussy while moving the toy out of the way, bending it over my stomach. Her cock was covered in my spit and her pre-cum so when she began to insert the wider shaft it didn't meet much resistance and glided in to my tight lower hole.

"Oh fuck yes! Damn it feels so good, so perfect to have a real cock in my ass again," I blurted out.

She giggled and buried her entire length into my bowels and held herself there. While she was all the way in she started moving the rubber toy above in and out of my wet pussy, causing me to scream with pleasure as she double fucked me. I went for my clitoris with one hand and pinched my left nipple with the other. When she started to move that wonderful cock in my ass was when I lost it again and began to orgasm and spasm.

"Oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck fuck I'm cuuuuuummming!" I screamed under the intense sensation.

She only sped up, both her cock and the toy pounded away at me until the pleasure was so intense and good I though I might pass out. Her cock was amazing and having it connected to her was the most perfect thing in the world. I never wanted it to end; I wanted to be locked in time connected to this woman and have the pleasure last forever.

She didn't slow and with all her orgasms earlier she lasted for a long time, she just slid that cock in and out of my ass over and over and alternated with the toy in her hand. My body was in a state of constant bliss and I had never felt an orgasm last so long before. I think she was trying to treat me to the same experience I gave her or at least try. She was doing a superb job and I didn't think anything could feel any better.

"You like that....Don't you??? That big cock in your ass.......Filling you full!" Hannah said seeing the flood of pleasure on my face. I couldn't even respond and just nodded and began to pant as she rocked my ass with her cock.

"That's right you do............. my big cock in your ass........... fucking you so good," she continued.

"Mmmm ahuh, yes........ give........ it to me." I struggled to say.

On she went fucking my ass and working the toy until she wore herself right out and had to stop to rest. Her cock remained in my ass and she was breathing so heavily and had a light sheen of sweat all over her gorgeous body. She fell over backwards and her cock flipped out of my ass but the toy stayed in my pussy. I leaned forward and pulled the toy loose and moved over her. I had an idea and hoped it worked. Taking the toy I pushed it inside of her pussy as deep as it would go and turned around facing away from her and shoved the other end into my pussy, and then sat down on her ragging cock, taking her back into my ass.

Holy shit it was hot! Her pussy held the toy in place and I was able to rise up and down on her cock in my ass and the toy in my pussy. Grabbing my large tits I forcefully began pounding down on her and driving the two rods deep inside of myself.

"That's it girl, ride my cock, fuck your ass and pussy good," I heard her say from behind me.

I turned and looked over my shoulder; her chest was still rising and falling quickly as she recovered from her workout. She was cooling down though because her nipples were rock hard from the sweat cooling on them and they looked incredible. I smiled at her and turned back and kept ridding my twin cocks. My hands went from my tits down to my clit and back all over my body as I rode her perfect form and loved every second.

Minutes passed, my breathing increased as well as my heart rate and before I collapsed in exhaustion I had cum another wonderful time. I rolled off of her and lay down on my stomach trying to catch my breath as my body vibrated from the climax. I felt her hands on my legs and up to my ass, she spread my cheeks and started licking my worn in hole and finger my pussy. I knew she was rock hard and still ready to go but I was recuperating from my last climax. She just fingered me and stuck her tongue in and out of my ass licking up my juices.

"You taste so good, Makena, such a sweet little ass," she said and went back to it.

She must have grabbed the toy again because suddenly it was deep in my pussy, while she licked my pulsing ass. I didn't know if I could take anymore, my body was beginning to ache from all the climaxes but it did feel good. She kept it slow, twisting and penetrating me at a crawl while her tongue licked and probed my little ass. I stayed still gaining my breath and energy again, just enjoying the slow tender tongue and gentle thrusts of the toy.

She worked me up again, she had so much patience............ a guy would have just stuck it in and pleased himself. Not her....... she made me so hot and horny again and waited until I begged her to stick her cock back in my ass.

"Oh fuck, Hannah, you are so perfect!" I screamed as she entered me with her hard rod.

My ass grabbed at her shaft and my toy stuffed pussy quivered with a pending orgasm. She started slow and built up her speed fucking my tight little ass until I was cumming hard again.

"I want your cum, Hannah, feed me you cock cum," I yelled at her as my body convulsed and I came.

She pulled out and I rolled over on my tummy as she moved to the side of my face. She was already stoking her hard vein lined shaft and put her head close to my open mouth. A few more strokes and her magnificent cock began to ejaculate once again and ooze into my mouth. She didn't have much left but still screamed and bucked as the small amount fell onto my tongue. She tasted better than a man, and when she was done I swallowed her treat, sucking the end of her cock getting all I could. I moved my head forward and licked and sucked her pussy as well, tasting her sweet nectar from below.

She let me finish and lay down next to me where we fell asleep until morning. 



Best of Both Worlds



I spun the stirrer around the glass, waiting for the return of my friends who had gone outside to smoke. I was having a great time that night but was bored in the moment. I might have joined them outside but I hadn't wanted to abandon my newly replenished drink. I glanced around. A pretty little brunette caught my eye and she smiled. It was strange actually; when it came to men I nearly exclusively attracted to those with brown hair, but when it came to the ladies I definitely preferred blonds. Still, she was quite the adorable thing as she flashed an amazing smile my way. Then I looked to her left and, HOLY SHIT! There stood an exceptionally fun ex-playmate of mine from years past. She spoke to him for a minute. They appeared to be "together".

I looked back at the door, half expecting my friends to be making their way towards my table. But when I turned back around, the only person making their way to my table was that pretty little brunette.

"Hi," she introduced herself in a semi-shy yet forward manner, "I'm...," and I don't remember what she said because what came next was a little mind blowing. She wasted no time explaining to me that she had seen me there before and was very attracted to me. She proceeded to inform me that she and her boyfriend (my ex-fling) had been long discussing a threesome and that she was ready to make it happen. "It's his birthday next week," she exclaimed with a smile. Indeed it was I recalled thinking back.

"Does he know that you are talking to me about this?" I asked wondering if this had truly been her idea or his.

"No," she said lowering her voice and glancing around, "I wanted to talk to you while he went out for a smoke".

"A smoke," I said with surprise. (He had been quit when he and I had been fucking.)

"Yea, is that a problem?" she asked as disappointment panned over her face.

"No," I responded and redirected the conversation, "So you didn't say anything to him about talking to me?"

She confirmed that she had only mentioned that she thought I was hot and he had agreed with her but they had not discussed anything further.

Interesting, I thought while staring into her eager green eyes and I asked, "So what did you have in mind?"

She was undeniably excited that I was entertaining this idea. She whispered a few thoughts to me before I saw him approaching. He had a cautious and weary look on his face as she introduced me to him. I stuck out my hand and we shook. I looked at him mischievously. I'm sure she construed it as playfulness, and it was. But I was being much craftier then she realized, playing along as if he and I had never met.

The three of us chatted for a bit when she looked at me with wide eyes and a big smile. That was my cue. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I need another drink," I announced as I made my way to the bar. Once there, I positioned myself so that I could watch their conversation without blatantly staring. There was no way I was missing that reaction. The bartender placed a new drink in front of me and as I leaned down to sip I saw it. They both froze for a moment, her grinning ear to ear, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide. He looked over my way and then back to her. I couldn't hear what was said but she grabbed his hands, bounced a bit with excitement and then came running over my way.

She was talking very fast as she debriefed me on some details. Then we met him outside where he was having yet another cigarette which he apologized for. "Oh, its no big deal," I replied, "Actually, I used to smoke too. But I quit," I added with a sarcastic smirk. He looked at me and in a second I knew I was testing him. He wasn't about to pass up a threesome but I could tell he wasn't entirely trusting the situation either. I loved it! At first I had considered the fact that he may have very well set the whole thing up. But then I reminded myself that he probably wasn't that clever. And then that wary look in his eye as I mentioned quitting smoking had confirmed for me that he was in no way the mastermind behind this plan. Nope, he was actually kind of nervous.

When we got to their place she wasted no time grabbing me by the hand and dragging me to the bedroom. We were standing aside the bed and making out when he stepped in. He stood in the doorway watching. I could see the mixture of awe and disbelief on his face. We pulled our shirts off over our heads and continued to kiss. She slid her hand briefly over my breast. It was then I realized that I had never asked her if she had ever done this before. I knew this was to be their first threesome but was this her first time with a girl? She was being awfully timid for someone who had been so aggressive about making this happen.

I undid her bra from behind and then mine. As they fell to the floor I cupped her perfectly shaped but smaller sized tits in my hands and pressed mine into her. As out nipples rubbed together I grew exceptionally wet very quickly. I unbuttoned her jeans and dropped to my knees to pull them down her legs. Taking the panties down with them, I was face level with her shaved pussy when my knees hit the floor. I wasted no time leaning in to passionately kiss between her legs, massaging her clit with my tongue. She was soaked instantly and moaning so intensely that I was pretty sure this was her first time experiencing a woman going down on her. I stood up and moved her to the bed.

I positioned her on all fours and motioned for out speechless spectator to approach the bed. She was facing him so it was pretty clear what to do. He whipped out his cock at offered it to her mouth. I watched her suck on him for a minute before getting behind her. I loved this position for oral! I ran first my fingers and then my tongue over her wet pussy lips before pushing two fingers inside. I eventually moved up to three while teasing her with my tongue, occasionally switching from her clit to her ass. I loved the pleasurable noises that girls made during sex and she was moaning so much that "he" had backed off to watch while I brought her to climax. I sucked the sweet juices from her while she came, and boy did that girl cum!

We all repositioned without a word spoken as if the next act had been choreographed. I was lying on the bed as she took a position standing at the end. He approached her from behind, bending her over both to fuck her and position her head between my legs. She wasn't being shy anymore! I ran my hands through her hair as she devoured my pussy. He was fucking her, hard! I remembered what a good, hard fuck he had been. If only he had been able to maintain my attention out of the bedroom, our little sexual escapade might have continued longer. But good sex only held my interest for so long. I looked up at him and at the same time he had looked up at me. Our eyes met for a few moments and the whole scene suddenly became incredibly hot for me. There we were, connected by the girl in between us; him pounding her pussy while she ate mine. I came HARD!

After a few moments of laying in numb bliss I dressed myself and readied to leave. It was pretty late and I had to work in the morning. "I'll walk you out," she said while throwing on a t-shirt. We walked through the kitchen and when I reached the door I turned to see her paused at the counter, her back turned toward me. I waited a second and as she turned around she slipped a folded piece of paper into my hand. "Call me," she said with sweet smile. "But shhh," she said nodding towards the bedroom. I smiled back and kissed her goodnight.

When I got home I took the slip of paper out of my pocket and looked at it. The idea of fooling around with her behind his back excited me. But at the same time I felt a little bad about the fact that she didn't know the history between him and I. Walking towards the house I hesitated near the trash and contemplated throwing out the slip of paper to avoid temptation. But ultimately I slid it into the back of my phone book once inside. I grabbed my favorite dildo before climbing into bed. I never did get fucked that night by that magnificent cock for which I had been yearning. Maybe there would be a way to continue playing with them both?



Best of Both Worlds – An Everyday Miracle



(Those most precious of things which we take for granted.)

*

Joshua stretched out amongst the long grass, feeling the sun heating his naked flesh.

"This is just... unbelievable!" he sighed euphorically.

Celia rolled over next to him and leaned across him. "This is just the beginning Joshua," she murmured as she kissed him on the lips.

They had emerged from their home deep underground, from the shelter of the massive oak tree, which guarded them whilst they slept the sleep of the undead.

On this bright summer afternoon the two vampire/witches had done what no other vampire could do; they had walked out in the daylight, and survived.

As Celia's lips massaged his lips, her hands were stroking down his body. Her WARM hands were doing wonderful things to his flesh, and his libido.

Celia's mouth released his, as she slowly kissed down his throat; she suckled gently but didn't draw blood though, as she moved restlessly away from that tempting vein.

Her lips drifted down, to lick and taste the salty flesh of his chest.

While her mouth was worshipping his upper body though, her hands were doing wonderful things to his lower body, as Celia gently stroked down the shaft of his dick before grabbing him firmly.

Joshua groaned in ecstasy, as he lay powerlessly under her, she pulled on him, and he groaned again, she found his hard flat nipple and suckled, nibbling at his flesh but never hard enough to break the skin.

For a long time he allowed her to have her way with him; but in the end found that he could endure no more of her sweet torture; and so taking her by surprise, he rolled suddenly; taking her with him, so that she ended up beneath him.

He braced himself on his arms, as he grinned down at her, and Celia pouted sulkily up at him.

"You said that you wanted to make love under the blue skies, and summer sun..."

"I did..." she nodded. "And we have..."

"The sun hasn't quite set yet... so wouldn't you like to do it again?" He pinned her down with his lower body, as his hard cock nudged at her.

Celia wrapped her arms and her legs around him and drew him deep into her warm moist embrace. "I don't think that I'll ever get enough of you my beloved Joshua." She sighed happily.

* 

As the sun sank below the horizon, they made their way slowly to the shelter of tree, walking back hand in hand, just like any other young and in love couple might do.

As they approached the centre of the forest, they saw a youngish woman standing near the clearing.

Celia's shoulders stiffened slightly. "I don't know how, but they always manage to find me!" she muttered in a low tone that Joshua only just heard.

The woman stepped towards them.

"Are you...?" she whispered nervously, as her eyes fixed on to Celia with a kind of desperate hope. "Can you help me?"

Celia gave the woman a dark glare, as she turned and snapped a flower from a bush close by.

"What do you want with me?" Celia demanded coldly as she held the flower to her face to inhale the fragrance of it.

The woman licked her lips nervously. "I've been married for twelve years now," the woman murmured hoarsely. "And for twelve years we have tried to make a baby..."

"And I take it that you've had no luck?" Celia asked dispassionately.

"No!"

"You have doctors don't you? Surely they can help you?"

"The doctors have told us that it's impossible... that it will never happen for me!" she whispered in devastation.

Celia shrugged indifferently. "I'm sorry for you, but I do not understand what you think I can do about it."

The woman's eyes filled with tears. "I know who you are," she said. "I know what you are, and what you can do."

Celia shrugged again. "I think that you've made a mistake, I'm very sorry, but I cannot help you."

The woman put a hand to her breast and bent forward slightly as though she was in great pain, as though her heart was breaking inside her chest.

"Please!" she whispered brokenly, as the tears began to fall down her cheeks in earnest.

Celia just stood watching as the woman broke down; and it became too much for Joshua, who was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of compassion that he'd never felt before; he tried to step towards the woman to comfort her.

His feet seemed to be glued to the ground though, and he realised that he couldn't move.

As the woman became more and more distraught, and the pain she was feeling seemed to be eating her up from the inside; it became more and more painful to watch.

"Please!" she gasped once more as she literally began to collapse in front of them.

Celia suddenly reached out. 

In the depths of this woman's anguish; Celia held out the flower and scooped up several of her tears.

She grabbed the woman's arm and held her upright.

"You must do exactly as I tell you to do," Celia told her firmly. "You will only get one chance at this, so you MUST do it right the first time."

The woman gave a sob but her eyes widened with as they once more filled with hope. "I promise!" she vowed earnestly. "I'll do whatever you want."

Celia clicked her tongue impatiently. "It's not about what I want," she growled irritably. "It's about what is needed."

The woman opened her mouth to apologise for any offence given, but Celia held up her hand to silence her. 

She flicked her fingers, and a little grubby basket appeared out of thin air, well used and abused by the looks of it. She held it out to the woman.

"Everything you'll need can be found in this forest; but they will be difficult to locate and we only have so much time..." Celia lectured as the woman took the basket.

"You will need some moss to line the basket," she continued before the woman could speak. "You will need two daisies, with a single drop of dew joining them. You will need a bluebell and a snowdrop; you will need a pink rose OR a red rose, which ever you find first will do."

The woman nodded her head anxiously as she turned to go.

"Wait!" Celia snapped. "Remember, you MUST get it right."

"Moss to line the basket, followed by two daisies joined by a dewdrop, then a bluebell, then a snowdrop, and either a pink or a red rose for the top whichever I see first."

Celia smiled at the woman for the first time. "Try and break them as close to the earth as you can," she told her. "And you only have two hours to collect it all, so don't linger to admire the scenery."

"I'll be very quick," the woman promised as she turned and disappeared into the trees.

Joshua stood staring at the woman he loved and adored; the crusty callous and decrepit old witch that he worshiped.

"You are a kind and wonderful woman," he whispered as if seeing her for the first time.

"Ah... get away with you!" she snapped, turning away from him although he saw the pleased little smile which curved her lips.

Celia turned back on him suddenly.

"We are going to need a small fire," she told him in a businesslike tone. "But make sure you do keep it small, and contained... the trees don't like fire, it makes them nervous; you know."

Joshua gave her a wry little smile. "I can understand the trees," he said dryly. "But what I can't understand is why you're telling me?"

"Because I need you to build it, while I get some bits together," She retorted. "And put something over the fire so that we can hang a pot of water to boil."

She spoke absently as her mind ran through the magic she would be performing soon. To create new life would be the most powerful magic she would ever have to call upon.

"Why are you doing this Celia?" Joshua asked her softly.

She blinked her amber coloured eyes at him, eyes that were bright with unshed tears - and a remembered pain.

"Because it was asked of me," she told him quietly. "One of the conditions of spell craft is that you help, when it is requested of you."

Joshua frowned heavily. "I'm not sure that I like the sound of that." His yellow eyes narrowed. "How come you've never mentioned that before?"

Celia shrugged defensively. "It never came up before, and I've taken steps so that it's difficult... almost impossible for them to find me."

"ALMOST impossible?" he sneered. "But SHE managed to find you?"

"Yes she did; didn't she?" Celia sighed.

"And that worries you?" Joshua realised suddenly.

"Yes, where one comes; others are sure to follow," she said tiredly.

"Is it so awful to help those in need... to give that woman her dearest wish?"

Celia gave a bitter little laugh. "For those in need, it is the most wonderful thing that we can do..." She shrugged her shoulders. "But not all of them are as noble as that woman, and once the way is found, then ALL can seek us out." 

"Us?" Joshua's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Celia's smile returned to it slightly malicious curve. "You practice spell craft -- do you not?"

She turned on her heel and walked over to the tree. Her sing song voice opening the entrance as the branches bent back and the tree fell over, to reveal the staircase leading down to the underground cavern.

Joshua gave an irritable little sigh as he began to gather fallen twigs and small branches.

He dumped them down in the biggest clearing he could find; and then searched around for some large rocks and pebbles, to create a temporary fire place. 

By the time Celia returned; he had assembled the fire and was busy trying to light it.

He knelt over the kindling and blew gently - as Celia had taught him, but so far nothing was happening.

Celia leaned over him to look.

"Very nice, my love," she murmured appreciatively. "But this fire needs the breath of life from the mother, to ignite it."

Joshua turned to look at her resentfully. "You could have told me that before!" he snapped impatiently.

"What... and spoil the chance of seeing a breathless vampire trying to blow flames onto a dead stick!" she cackled in her old and crusty voice; and for a split second the old decrepit witch stood before him, in place of the beautiful nubile vampire/witch that he'd created.

Joshua blinked rapidly, and his lover returned to him; merging together with the withered old hag to create something truly spectacular.

He stepped towards his lover, just as the woman came hurrying into the clearing, holding the little basket out in front of her.

"I found it all!" she gasped breathlessly as she held it further out so that Celia could see.

"So you have..." Celia murmured as she studied the contents of the basket. "But what's that there?" 

She pointed to a thick stem with two roses springing from it; one red and one pink.

The woman shrugged uncertainly. "You said to get the first one that I saw, and this was it, and in order to break it close to the ground, like you instructed, well I had to get both... it's not wrong is it?" the woman asked tearfully.

Celia smiled and patted her shoulder reassuringly. "It was a surprise is all; not wrong really."

She moved away from the woman and her basket, putting her hands behind her back as she did so.

"Now you must light the fire over there," she indicated with a thrust of her chin, "and you need to fill the pot hanging over it, with water from the stream."

"Very well." The woman held the basket out to Celia again, but Celia just shook her head.

"Just put the basket down next to the fire for the moment."

The woman looked a little surprised at Celia's constant refusal to even touch the basket, but she had put all her faith into Celia and so would obey her every instruction.

She knelt in front of the fire placing the basket at her side, and then after a moment of staring into the unlit timbre and twigs; she suddenly dug into her pocket and brought out a small packet of matches.

"A woman who comes prepared!" Celia grunted under her breath, although there was a note of respect in her voice.

The woman struck one of the matches and then quickly stuck it under the sticks and kindling.

For a moment nothing seemed to happen, then suddenly smoke began to trickle out and finally flames began to lick at the fuel.

The woman gave a little grunt of satisfaction before jumping to her feet and grabbing the pot that Celia had placed over the fire.

Joshua stood staring at the fire as it blazed, but then he turned to his beloved and opened his mouth to talk.

Celia turned suddenly to look at Joshua.

"I'm going to need you to do something for me soon, and when I do, you must not hesitate, or question me over it."

Joshua frowned at her. "What..?" he began, but the woman came hurrying back carrying the pot of water with her, and Celia hushed him with a look and then turned to the woman.

"Put it over the fire to boil," she ordered firmly.

The woman did as instructed immediately, and Celia clicked her tongue impatiently.

"You have a name?" she asked abruptly.

The woman looked back at her in surprise... she seemed to hesitate for a moment...

"Marion," she whispered softly. "I'm called Marion."

"Marion..." Celia nodded in acknowledgement. "Shall we help you to make a baby tonight Marion?"

Marion's eyes filled with tears of hope. "Oh please... yes please!"

Celia stepped across to her, and patted her consolingly on the arm. It was the most human thing Joshua had ever seen Celia do, he realised with surprise.

Celia stared into the water hanging over the fire, and muttered a few words under her breath.

Joshua felt her power rippling in the air, and caressing the people in the clearing, drawing strength from each of them.

The water in the pot began to boil and Celia gave a little grunt of satisfaction.

"Now Marion, empty the items from your basket into the pot," she instructed absently as she kept her attention fixed firmly on the boiling container.

Marion wordlessly picked up her basket, and stepped around Celia to get closer to the fire.

She reached out and upended the basket, allowing the contents to drop heavily into the steaming pot.

Celia's voice rose as the contents hit the water, and the air warmed considerably.

The pot began to bubble and spit, and the steam turned a dark green in colour.

Celia continued to chant and sing, as she raised her hand and held out the flower she had picked earlier this evening. The one on which she had gathered Marion's tears.

She held it over the pot allowing the green steam to coat the flower, and her hand; and part of her arm as well.

"Now Joshua," Celia suddenly called out. "I need her blood!"

Without blinking or thinking or hesitating, Joshua grabbed Marion from behind, wrapping his strong arms around her and pulling her back against him.

His strong hand grasped her wrist and he bit down hard onto the main vein, releasing the blood and allowing it to run free.

Some of her blood touched his lips, and Joshua licked it off reverently.

His eyes glinted silver as he tasted the woman's blood, and his fangs began to lengthen.

"Here... over the flower!" Celia snapped as her face began to bead with sweat, and her complexion began to turn a strange greyish colour.

Her cold words were enough to keep Joshua from the blood lust, but Marion had seen the vampire in him and had tried to pull away in fear.

"Remember your desires; remember why you came here tonight Marion!" Celia snapped again, as she saw the woman's distress.

Joshua pulled her along with him, taking her closer to the fire.

Marion, should have fought him, should have tried to pull away again, but she did in fact help, as she leaned forward to hold her wound over the soggy blossom.

The blood slowly dripped down to splatter onto the petals.

The steam darkened and became richer in colour, going from green to brown to a dark blood red.

As the steam changed to red; Celia continued to chant and sing in her low crusty voice. And then suddenly she dropped the bloody flower into the pot.

The bloodstained blossom fell and then just seemed to... float on the bubbling surface for a moment.

Then very slowly; it began to sink down below the water, to mix and mingle with the dissolving contents of Celia's old basket.

The steam puffed out and went from its dark bloody red to scarlet, to bright red to pale red to pink and then finally after a couple more puffs it faded back to a thick milky white colour.

All the time Celia had continued to chant, her voice rising, and growing louder... until as the steam turned white, she let out a loud cry almost a howl, and a loud thunderclap shook the earth around them, and killed off Celia's voice in an instant.

Marion and Joshua both looked around in alarm, but failing to see anything threatening, they returned their attention to the witch and the bubbling pot.

The small fire was out, not even smoking anymore, and the little vaporous cloud which had hung over the pot had now evaporated, dissipated or else just plain vanished; they didn't know quite which.

Celia was on her knees in front of the pot, her head was down and her shoulders were slumped in what seemed to be total exhaustion. 

Joshua rushed across to her in concern, and knelt down beside her.

"Are you okay?" he demanded worriedly. 

Celia turned a little, and Joshua bit back a shocked exclamation as he saw her properly.

Her face was white; well more a greyish, greeny colour, and the lines which were etched around her mouth and eyes were deep gashes, and her glorious long black hair was a course iron grey, bird's nest.

In short Celia seemed to have aged more than fifty years, in less than five minutes.

"I'll be okay... once I've fed Joshua," she smiled shakily.

Joshua glanced meaningfully at Marion, and prepared himself to overwhelm her.

"But first we need to finish what was started here!" Celia said firmly as she grasped his arm, as if to restrain him.

Joshua wondered WHY she wouldn't take nourishment from the woman, after all Marion was the cause of her state, and Celia wouldn't have to kill her, just feed a little, take a little from the woman to restore her own self.

He opened his mouth to ask... to DEMAND that she do it; but Celia just shook her head. "I'll explain later." Her clawed withered old hand on his arm, gripped tighter. "But for now Joshua, help me to my feet," she whispered raggedly.

Joshua put his arms around her waist and helped her to stand, and as Celia leaned heavily against him, she beckoned to Marion to come closer.

The woman approached warily, having seen the withered old hag that the witch had become and the monster that Joshua had almost turned into; and probably sensing the danger she had almost been facing.

From somewhere in the folds of her dress, Celia pulled out a small silver flask, and held it out to Marion.

"Take this and pour the contents of the pot into it," she instructed breathlessly.

The two of them stood watching silently, as Marion walked past them and knelt down by the dead fire, she tensed and then reached across to grasp what she obviously thought was a still scolding hot pot.

Her shoulders sagged with relief when it became obvious that it wasn't scolding.

She tilted the pot; and slowly and carefully, poured the contents into the flask. When she was finished she dropped the pot, and put the lid on the flask, and then turned back to Celia holding it out questioningly.

"Now shake it up hard, and then take a good sip of it," Celia ordered.

She shook the flask as hard as she could and then unscrewed the top again. 

Marion tipped her head back and took a gulp of the mixture - pulling a face of disgust as it slid down her throat.

"Now my love," Celia whispered softly to Joshua, "Now you must do as I say without argument."

Marion pushed the top back onto the flask and then looked at Celia again waiting wordlessly for her instructions.

"Now Marion for the most difficult part... you must lay with a man who will not be father to your... child... and you must do it now, while the brew is still fresh in your system!"




Best of Both Worlds – An Everyday Miracle



The colour drained from her cheeks and she looked around her anxiously.

"Who..?" she asked nervously.

Celia gripped Joshua's arm pointedly. "Joshua!" she stated emotionlessly.

Joshua had already gathered that he was to be the person, as soon as Celia had spoken, he had already run the gauntlet of refusal and denial and shock, and now he simply released Celia who without his support, fell heavily onto the ground again, as he stepped toward Marion.

He hesitated long enough to look back at her, but Celia just nodded her head and smiled quickly at him.

Marion looked at him awkwardly. "I've never been unfaithful to my husband," she whispered tearfully. "And he was my first lover."

Joshua smiled reassuringly as he reached out for her.

"We'll have a pleasant time of it..." he promised her, as he pulled her into his strong cold embrace.

Joshua's hands deftly removed her clothes, and soon he could feel the softness and the warmth of her flesh.

He could hear the beat of her heart, and smell the scent of her blood; but for now he needed to be something else, he closed his eyes and thought of his beloved.

He kissed Marion on the mouth, but in his mind he was kissing Celia.

He pushed her gently until she was lying down on the cool damp grass, and lay down across her so that he could nuzzle at her breast.

Marion gave a little whimper and a sob, and Joshua realised that she was getting pleasure from his attentions, but didn't like that she was enjoying it.

As his mouth moved across to suck on her other nipple, he was busily tugging at his clothes, shedding them as effortlessly as he'd removed hers.

Once naked he grasped one of Marion's hands and guided it down to his slowly hardening cock.

Marion whimpered again, but he felt the warmth of her hand as it closed around his shaft.

She gripped him tight and slowly released, and then gripped him tight again.

Joshua could feel his excitement mounting and knew that he would have to keep some form of control; otherwise he would end up feeding from her.

He didn't know why, but he sensed that Celia would not be happy if he drew any more of Marion's blood.

"Now Joshua!" Celia suddenly growled from behind them. "Take her now before it's too late!"

He moved to lie over Marion and with one thrust he entered her warm and wet pussy.

Marion cried out, as though in pain, but she clutched at him tightly as he began to move, slowly at first and with little shallow thrusts.

He could hear her heart beating, its slow and steady pulse picking up a notch, beating a little faster as Joshua moved slowly at first, inside her.

He could smell her blood, just below the surface, running through those veins, locked inside just waiting for him to pierce the skin; waiting for his fangs to draw it out.

Joshua gave a low howl as he closed his eyes and fought for control.

His fangs which had begun to grow dug into his bottom lip and his own blood filled his mouth.

He shoved hard into Marion -- burying himself as deep as he could and heard as her heartbeat increased in tempo and force.

She gave a soft gasp of pleasure, as she kissed his neck and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper still.

"Help me make a baby... Joshua..." she whispered softly into his ear. "Pleeease Joshua!" 

Her warm breath on his flesh and her desperate plea, was enough to remind him of all those victims; those women who he had taken by force, whom he raped and drained and taken their very lives from.

He remembered them all, he remembered their faces, as they succumbed to his power, and he remembered their terror as they had felt their life ebbing away.

He swallowed his own blood and he closed his eyes as tight as he could.

"Celia!" he called out silently. "Celia, help me to control it."

He sensed her surprise, but more than that he sensed HER!

"Hurry Joshua... I need you!" her thoughts hit him like a physical blow, her mind as familiar to him as her touch.

He thrust hard into Marion burying himself as deep into her as he could, and then suddenly he came... with a force that rocked him to his core; as though some other force was pulling his cum from him - rather than him ejecting it.

Marion held him tight to her as she felt the undead vampire/witch spill his filthy seed into her womb.

When it was over she let him go with a little sob.

"Thank you Joshua!" she whispered brokenly.

Joshua rolled away from her and donned his clothes with the speed of a vampire.

He turned his back on Marion who silently wept, as she more slowly dressed.

Joshua went over to Celia who was lying on the ground looking grey; and as close to death - without actually being dead.

He knelt down next to her and scooped her up too him.

"Lead Marion out of the forest, and bring me back someone to feed from," she whispered roughly to him. "And hurry Joshua... I don't have much time left."

Marion came across to her and knelt down by her side.

"Thank you!" she whispered tearfully as she gently kissed the old witch on the cheek. "I can't ever begin to tell you what this means to me!"

Celia smiled weakly at the woman. "Go home to your beloved Marion... drink the rest of the brew -- all of it mind, and then lay with your husband, immediately, the potion must be at its most powerful in your system, for it to work."

Marion squeezed her hand gently in gratitude and then stood away from her.

"This way!" Joshua told her taking her arm and leading her out of the clearing.

**

Celia lay on the ground listening to the sounds around her; she could hear the stream not so far away, as it ambled down to the meadow.

She smiled sadly as she thought of the meadow, her most favourite place in the whole world; and she had never dreamt that one day she would take her handsome lover down there, and make love in the long grass...

She could feel as her life slipped away from her... Joshua wouldn't make it, he would come back to find her dead...

A tear trickled from her eye as she thought of Joshua; left on his own, to grieve for her... forced to struggle on without her.

She frowned suddenly. There were so many things she had still to tell him... things to teach him... he needed to know!

"Celia!" 

Joshua came flying back into the clearing; bringing with him a young woman, pretty and slight and easy to carry. She looked worn down by life, and Joshua had easily overpowered her resistance, almost as if the girl had no more fight left in her.

He dropped her to her feet, and looked into her vacant brown eyes,

"Go to her!" he ordered forcefully.

The girl blinked and then turned to the withered old woman lying on the ground. She went and knelt down beside her, and smiled shyly into her faded brown eyes.

"Take from me..." she offered meekly. She pulled back her sleeve and using her nails, dug deep into her own veins; drawing the blood and allowing it to pool on the surface of her skin.

Once a good quantity had amassed, she held it over the witch's mouth and then tilted it slightly.

The blood dripped down onto Celia lips... one...two...three drops.

Celia groaned as she opened her mouth, and her dry old tongue came out to lick at the blood drops.

A shudder of pure ecstasy ripped through Celia, and her grey hair darkened to black, her grey sagging skin firmed and tightened, and she sat up a little to hold the girl's wrist to her mouth.

She began to suck greedily at what the woman offered her so freely.

Drawing more and more from her... with each drop her strength and vitality came back... with each drop her life grew stronger... with each drop the girl slowly died.

"Enough!" Joshua suddenly came between the two of them; pushing the girl away and pinning Celia down on the ground. "You'll kill her Celia if you take any more!"

Celia howled out in fury. "Give her back to me!" she demanded shrilly. "She's mine! I want all of her... to drain her - the way that I was just drained!"

Joshua held her down strongly.

"No Celia!"

"Please Joshua... oh please give her back to me!" Celia sobbed as she struggled and fought against him.

But Joshua was stronger than her, he was older and stronger... he had not been drained by powerful spell craft... he easily overpowered her -- until the bloodlust finally left her and she lay back crying bitterly.

The girl sat dazed and weak just out of reach of the now vibrant -- but still hungry vampire.

As Joshua turned away thinking it safe to let go; Celia fixed the girl with her hungry eyes.

'Come to me!' she commanded silently.

The girl slow crawled across the ground, and Joshua whirled back to intercede again.

Celia though was a witch as well as a vampire, and with a single word, she had rooted Joshua to the spot.

"Celia!" he growled out, as he fought against her spell. "Don't do this Celia... the girl had done you no harm..."

The girl reached Celia's side, and smiled sadly at her, holding her wounded wrist out once more.

It was only then that Celia saw the bruises on the girl, new and old, fresh and faded, everywhere there was flesh; there were signs of some injury.

"Who did this to you?" Celia demanded in outrage, at such obvious violence, done to one who was weak and pliable.

The girl sighed sadly. "My stepfather... he never wanted me... just my mother... then when she died... he tried to make me take her place... he sometimes brings his friends home too," she whispered in a dead emotionless voice.

The girl sat calmly resigned to whatever fate had in store for her.

"Why do you stay with him?" Celia demanded angrily.

The girl shrugged. "Where would I go?" she asked softly.

Celia felt the tears rise in her eyes, over the long dark years, how many times had she been the victim of some similar abuse? Too many times to count!

She hugged the girl to her suddenly, and Joshua let out a low keening howl.

But he cut it off as he saw that Celia wasn't feeding from the girl, she was healing her.

By the time the girl fell away, she was whole again... she was well again... fit and uninjured... for the first time in so many years she was strong again.

"You can't go back!" Celia intoned; her voice throbbing with power.

"No," The girl shook her head. "I can't ever go back."

Celia hugged her again, and whispered a few words. "... May good luck and fortune always find you... lucky Lucy shall be your name now... and your future."

The girl's dull blue eyes, lit up, and her dull brown hair shone bright and blonde, and her shoulders went back as she stood slowly to her feet.

Her clothes which had been shabby and torn, were now new, and of such quality.

Celia chanted once more, and then from the folds of her dress she pulled out a small back pack.

"Everything you'll need to start a new life is in there." She told 'Lucy' as she held out the bag to her.

"Take her to the other end of the forest Joshua... as far from where you found her as you can get her."

Joshua found he could move again; and the girl - now luscious and incredibly beautiful, stepped across to him with a warm and gentle smile.

He wrapped his arms tight around her, and in a blink... they were gone.

** 

"She needed a man to prepare the way for her husband, she will lay with her husband tonight - after drinking the rest of the brew; and his seed will wash through her that much quicker because she lay with you first... Tonight they will conceive the child that they so desperately craved."

"Will she ever come back do you think? To let us know of the child that WE helped to create."

"Maybe..." she shrugged, "but probably not. We will have to wait and see."

Celia had gained the rest of her strength whilst she had waited for Joshua to return to her. 

They sat back against their tree, him leaning against its hard rough surface, while Celia leaned against him, wrapped securely in his strong embrace. They sat beneath a darkened sky, as the stars shone their brightest... whilst she explained all that she could, and answered as many of his questions as he could think to ask.

But now she sat up a little straighter.

Joshua saw the last of the lines as they faded from her face, and already her beautiful hair was almost all black and glossy again.

"Why wouldn't you take from her?" he asked suddenly. "Everything you went through was because of her... so why wouldn't you replenish yourself from her?"

Celia sighed and gave him a sad little smile.

"As I told you before, part of the laws of spell craft is that we help if it is asked of us. And once we have agreed to help then we can not cause any harm to come to the seeker."

"But what if that person wants to harm you?"

"Usually they wait until AFTER I've done what they want of me; before that happens..."

"So it has happened before then?" Joshua felt the rage flood through him, as he pictured these ungrateful humans bringing harm to his beloved.

"It's how it ALWAYS ends Joshua!" Celia sighed. "Once they attack me -- then I am free of any obligation to them; I can defend myself... I can retaliate..."

"But only AFTER they have hurt you?"

"That's why I go into hiding, that's why I avoid people." She shrugged sadly.

"So is that what we are going to do now? Move on, and find somewhere, where we cannot easily be discovered?"

Celia shook her head. "No; no one has tried to harm me yet, so I am under compulsion to stay and help, whoever finds this place."

"And every time you do help, and every time that you cast a spell... the price will be paid by you?"

"There is ALWAYS a price to be paid Joshua; and everyone who is present will pay some of it."

"What price did Marion pay?" he demanded sceptically.

"She paid with her heart," Celia whispered sadly. "Today she was unfaithful to her husband and she will have to live with that secret locked deep inside of her. She will never be able to confess, so it will be her burden... that her need for a child was greater in the end than her love for her husband."

They sat in silence for a while.

"And what of the girl?" he asked suddenly. "What will become of her?"

"Lucy!" Celia chuckled merrily. "Fate will guide Lucy to a good man, a man who will love her and care for her - the way that she deserves... Lucy will have a good life... now."

"Was that her name then?"

Celia's eyes twinkled. "It is now, the girl who she was... is gone... the poor broken little victim is no more..."

"And the man... the stepfather who did those things to her... what of him?"

Celia eyes darkened. "I'm still hungry Joshua..."

Joshua looked at her questioningly. "Can we find him do you think? How will we track him?"

Celia gave a low cackle. "Oh I can find him..." she held out a tiny scrap of cloth. "The last remnant of that poor child... with this I will find every single soul that ever brutalised her."

Joshua stood up and pulled his beloved to her feet, and his eyes glinted silver. "Shall we go a hunting then... my love?"

She reached up to kiss him gently on the mouth. "Oh yes... let us go hunting and find this monster... those monsters... let justice be served for the poor girl who is no more."

They embraced one last time, and then the clearing where they had stood, was suddenly empty; and for a while all was silent.

But not for long though, soon the howling of the hunt began, and as the night progressed, justice and vengeance found its mark.

Celia and Joshua fed well that night, and as the sunlight tickled the horizon, the two lovers, flew back to their den, to hide beneath the surface and the protection of the massive oak tree... until the next seeker would find them...

The End?