4 comments/ 201123 views/ 36 favorites Comfort By: jezebella Jessica awoke with a gasp, clutching her bedcovers high to her chest. Her panting breaths filled the lightning -lit room as she looked around unseeingly. With a soft sob she slid from beneath her bedcovers and flipped on the lights, trying to calm her racing heart. She avoided looking out the windows at the storm as she considered waking her parents for comfort. She softly shook her head and reprimanded herself. Her childish fears were a source of embarrassment. She hated her nightmares but was loathe to disturb everyone else's rest. Steeling her resolve she brushed her silver-blonde hair back from her lovely face, muttering, "For heaven's sake, Jes...You're eighteen now...get a grip." She decided to get something to drink and maybe watch some TV until her fear abated. She pulled a white t-shirt on over her nudity and padded softly down the hall. She was just passing her brother Thom's room when she paused. He was home from school for the week, fall break. Thom had always been her idol, older than her by a few years. She heard strange sounds come from his room. A soft grunting noise followed by a sigh and then repeated. Curious, tears still in her eyes, she turned the knob slowly in her hand. She did not want to wake him if he was sleeping. His form lay full upon his bed, and he seemed very focused on his hand massaging something beneath his light blankets. She gasped softly and his gaze flew to her. He paused before leisurely resuming whatever he was doing. "Jes, honey, what are you doing up?" She felt sheepish and disconcerted, her mind registering what he might be doing before she disregarded the notion. She had seen him do that in the shower once or twice...and she had been spying-so maybe it was a usual thing for him to do. She bit into her full lower lip and said tremulously, "I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you tonight? Please?" Thom's hand tightened further on his rampant cock, seeing how the chill night air made her nipples poke forward so blatantly, the t-shirt affording no real coverage. His eyes moved to the v of her thighs wondering if she was wearing panties. He knew she often slept in the nude. He had pulled her blankets away from her sleeping body often in the past year...sometimes running his cock over her slowly until he had spattered his cum onto her pearly skin. He had always made sure to leave her clean, even if she was lightly scented with his cum. "Sure, baby, "he said softly, pulling the blankets back a little bit. Gratefully she slid into her older brother's warm bed. "Thank you, "she breathed snuggling against him with a little-girl purr. He felt his cock surge as her scent filled his nostrils. She looked to where he held his cock and her eyes widened. "Do you mind if I stroke my cock?", he asked quietly, his voice a low hum in the darkness. Lightning illuminated the room as she replied, "No...I don't mind...do you care if I watch?" His wolfish smile was lost on her as he murmured, "Not at all...get closer if you like." She snuggled flush against him and her legs twined around his thigh. With a blush she realized her naked shaven-smooth sex was pressing into his bare skin. He noticed as well and felt her creamy heat pressing into him. He swallowed hard as his eyes went to her, "Would you like to feel it?" She trembled slightly and he felt her hips rock into him. She was rubbing her cunt on him instinctually as her hand emerged from under the blankets. Jessica gently ran her fingertips over the vermillion head of his cock, tracing the ridges down the sides. Thom smiled and took her small hand in his, guiding her fingers around his pounding erection. "Just hold it like this, baby...and move your fist up and down...that's it...that's a good girl..." Jessica exulted in the excitement of touching something so forbidden. so hard and hot. She knew his leg was wet from her girl-cum as she teasingly ground into him, rubbing his steely cock with both of her hands. She shivered as her clit was stimulated, turning her eyes to his face. He was gritting his teeth in an effort to go slowly, but her hands were making his balls churn achingly. "Baby, "he said softly, "Do you see that slickness on the head of my cock?" She dipped one finger in the silken wetness and replied, "Yes..." "Taste it, "he bit out, "Suck it off your finger." With a hint of a blush firing her cheeks she slid her wet finger into her mouth, sucking it clean. the salty-sweet taste made her look back to the head of his cock with definite interest. Bunching his fists in the tangled bed-covers Thom decided there was no going back. He reached over wordlessly and pulled her t-shirt up and off of her. She did not deny him as his hands lightly skimmed her full breasts. He stroked her long blonde hair as he softly intoned, "Baby...Jes...would you suck my cock? Lick the head and suck it..." She looked at his large cock and knew it would never fit in her mouth. She moved down to make her face level with his arousal and flicked her tongue over the head. Lapping and sucking softly, she cleaned all of his precum off, leaving him damp with her tongue. "Open your mouth, "he grated out, "Open it wide baby..." She obeyed and felt him slide the head of his cock over her tongue and to the back of her throat. She lapped at his invading cock with her tongue and felt him grow fatter. His hands wound into her hair and he thrust gently into her mouth, "That's so good, Jes...suck my cock. Yes, baby...show me how much you love me...such a sweet little cocksucker..." Jessica felt her pussy melting as he moved his leg, sawing against her molten wetness. "Such a wet little cunt...", he remarked softly, "ride my leg with it baby...make it feel good.." She rocked into him as he whispered, "Take a deep breath..." She began to comply when she felt him pinch her nipples harshly. With a surprised gasp she felt his cock fill her throat. Choking she tried to draw back but he held her fast, "Breathe through your noise, baby...and keep sucking me...like ice cream..." She shuddered as she took her brother's long cock to the root. He groaned softly as he looked down, watching his little sister suckling his cock. Her dark eyes met his as she valiantly took every inch. He reached down between her legs and she started, almost moving away from him. With one hand in her hair, he held her firm, "Let me touch you, baby...I promise you'll love it..." His fingers skimmed the lips of her virgin sex, running her hot cream all over the plump softness. She whimpered around his cock as his thumb brushed her swollen clit. He chuckled softly as he drew little circles around her bud, flicking it with his thumb. She shivered and purred as he wedged one finger into her tight cunt. He saw her reaction as she arched her back, her rapacious mouth suckling harder on his fat cock. "Does that feel good, baby? Did you need something in your cunt?" he intoned as a second finger joined the first. Jessica almost choked on his length as her brother finger-fucked her so adeptly. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation, wanting to grind into his hand. He lightly palmed her burning mound, rubbing his palm into her as he whispered, "I'm going to take this little pussy..." She lifted her head letting his cock slip from her greedy mouth. His cock pounded against her cheek, smearing her with precum as she whispered back, "We can't do that-" His fingers drove into her, hard, making her yelp, "Tell me you don't want my cock inside of you." He withdrew his fingers, just tracing the edges of her openings. His pinky slid into her ass teasingly. She jumped at the fiery pinching sensation that made her cunt melt. She tried to speak but the smell and feel of his cock, coupled with his fingers, made her almost drunk with sex. He wiggled his pinky in her tight ass and she trembled. "Let me show you something, "he remarked softly. He pulled a few of his pillows from the headboard and placed them under her hips. He rolled her onto her tummy and spread her legs. She gasped when he started running her girl-cum from her clit to her ass, with his cock. She felt tears course her cheeks as raw need seemed to burn over her every inch. She felt him lapping at her spread cunt, his tongue leisurely and unfulfilling. Making her writhe for more. Making her want to cum. He bit softly into the cheek of her ass, murmuring, "Would you like a nice fat cock inside of you? Wouldn't it feel so good right now? Your pussy must be aching for it...Tell me, my sweet little slut...Ask for it..." She ground herself into the lighter-than-air feel of his fingers and sobbed out, "Yes-please, anything..." He slapped her cunt, stinging her, "No, not just anything, little sister. My cock. Tell me you want my cock." She shuddered as the slap made her cunt contract within, "I-I want your cock-" "Where?" he asked softly. "In my...my pussy..." He smiled in the darkness as he covered her swollen mouth with his hand, "Relax, baby...I'm going to give it all to you. Over and over. I'm going to like having my own little slut in the house." She felt her cunt dripping hotly as the head of his massive cock parted her labia, seeking her burning hole. She screamed out as he pushed the full length of his cock into her tight passage. He felt her virginity give and break before his assault. Once he was buried deep inside of her, he paused, feeling her cunt spasming around his cock. He felt her muffled cries on his hand. He murmured soothingly as he reached beneath her to rub her clit. She choked on a gasp of pleasure, feeling her hips begin to rock slowly on his cock. He steadied her movements with his palm on her upturned bottom, not wanting to cum too soon. His over-stimulated cock was swollen to the point of intense pleasure at her slightest movement. He stroked his middle finger into her silken ass, rubbing his cock through her honeyed walls. She made a low animalistic sound of need as she fucked back into him. Smiling proudly as she adjusted to his cock, he began to fuck his sister in long smooth strokes. Her soft keening and creamy cunt almost made him shoot deep into her sugary depths. But his finger in her ass reminded him he wanted more. Jessica trembled harshly feeling her tight cunt stretched and fucked so deeply. Thom's teasing, owning finger in her ass made her moan out loud, only his palm stifling the little girl scream. She felt his tongue on her back and neck as he whispered, "I love fucking you...you feel so good baby..." She was fiercely glad, loving the feel of his body moving over hers, knowing she was giving her older brother such intense pleasure. She spread her legs further apart and he murmured praise as he rammed into her harder. She felt her pussy clutching his cock like a vise, making her squirm. He moved his hand from her mouth, pushing her face into the pillow, "Bite down on that, baby girl. I need my hands free..." She obeyed, feeling something wet slide down her tiny anal opening, her ass cheeks pried apart by his callused hands. She quivered and looked back at him, seeing his smile flash in the barely lit room. "Relax..., "he breathed, "You are going to love this so much, Jes...I promise...it'll feel so fucking hot and good..." She gasped as his thumb wedged into her tight ass, followed by his girl-cum slick index finger. He moved his digits together and then apart, opening her by infinitesimal degrees. She moaned, a low guttural sound that she could not contain. She felt so torn. Her tender ass was vulnerable to his exploring fingers, and her cunt so raw and poundingly full of cock. His free hand slid under her hips and found her clit. He began twisting and tugging the little nub until she bucked under him, driving his fingers and cock deeper. "That's a good girl...", he muttered, feeling his cock pulsate ferociously, wanting to cum all over her writhing form. She noted the tension in his voice, hearing how intent he was upon fucking her. He wanted to own her thoroughly. She closed her eyes tightly as she realized she would do anything to feel this sensation, the pleasure -pain of his cock and fingers. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I am going to fuck your ass now, baby. I am going to make you ride my cock, milk it with your little hole until I cum. Can I have your ass, Jes? Do you want me to fuck you all over?" She shuddered as his fingers dug deeper, knowing his hand on her cunt was drenched. She turned her gaze to his and had to swallow hard before she could speak. She reached back behind her and pulled her rosy cheeks apart for him, her voice almost throaty from her previous cums, "Take it all, Thom...I want you to fuck me everywhere...it feels so good..." He kissed her lips tenderly, his tongue rubbing hers as the head of his cock left her soaked pussy. He trailed the fat tip up to her resisting hole and began to caress it into her. She felt her hard nipples rasping his bedspread as he ceaselessly rubbed her clit. She tried to move her cunt away from his fingers, feeling too tender to cum again. He only held her in place and pinched the button hard. She cried out as her orgasm wracked her body and he simultaneously shoved his cock into her passage. She choked on a sob as he snaked his cock into her gripping depths. He ran his free hand over the small of her back, making soothing sounds as he pumped into her. His cock felt so engorged, especially when her inner muscles clutched him so exquisitely. "You are taking my cock beautifully, baby...I am so proud of you...I love my little sister so much..., "He punctuated his words with thrusts of his cock, making her cry out softly at the incredible heat and pressure. She felt herself cumming again as his fingers slid into her cunt, fingering her as he took her ass so steadily. He felt her girl-cum wetting his full balls as he ground into her. He looked down at the sight of his cock splitting her, rocking into that secret place. It was his undoing, he felt that warning rush tingle up the length of his cock. He ripped out of her, making her gasp in surprise. He flipped her onto her back and moved up her pale body. His knees pinned her arms as his dripping cock hovered over her upturned lips. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, hearing his groans echo around the room. "Open your mouth, baby, stick out your tongue..." He had just managed to gasp out the words when thick ropes of his cum shot over her tongue and chin, glazing her in copious amounts of his seed. She took him into her mouth and he thrust home, feeding into her throat as he shuddered. His milk slid down her throat, warming her belly as she hungrily tasted him. He leaned over her greedy mouth as he felt his senses returning. He slowly pulled away from her swollen lips, surveying his handiwork with a purely masculine look of satisfaction. His baby sister was so obviously freshly fucked. He traced his fingers through his cum and fed it to her as she purred in pleasure. He laid down beside her and pulled her tight into his body, feeling aftershocks tremble over her on occasion. He kissed her nape as he whispered, "You can sleep with me anytime..." Her soft chuckle was followed by a sleepy, "I love you..." He replied by kissing her lips gently, letting his exhausted new toy fall asleep. Comfort It had been six years since my father died. I stared out the window and cried. Why did it still hurt so badly after all this time? My father raised me alone. He made me a man. He showed me how to put integrity and morals over everything else. Even though I am a grown man with children of my own, I still miss my dad. I felt warm lips kiss the back of my neck. They whispered, "You OK?" I only nodded. My wife wrapped her arms around my waist and held me close to her. Cheyenne was beautiful. A round face, smooth skin, the color of mahogany and dimples on each side of her face. She was a big girl. A beautiful big woman. She appeared to be chubby and out of shape. But I knew the truth. Yes, she had a little belly. But she had beautiful double D breasts that hung down slightly. She had an hour glass figure. Her thick waist led to massive hips. Her butt was so high and thick you could see the outline from the front. She was beautiful because of her character and physical traits. She was always real, honest and frank. She was not mean and never disrespected me when we argued. She was a treasure worth her weight in gold. I loved this woman. "I got something to make you feel better." Cheyenne was fantastic in bed, but that wasn't what I thought I needed. "Baby, you know I can't get enough of you. But I just ain't in the mood. I'm sorry." Cheyenne nodded and still held me by my waist. She nuzzled my back. "Let me give you a massage." "OK." "Come to the bedroom and lay down when you are ready." Cheyenne walked away proudly. I loved watching her ass jiggle and sway as she moved. Her booty shorts accentuated the muscles in her hamstrings and calves. Her skin was tight with no cottage cheese at all. Ten more minutes passed and I finally had myself together. Moving back to the bedroom, I heard music playing. I opened the door and smiled. Apple scented candles were lit all around the room. Kem and Chrisette Michele's "Is It Love?" softly played on the stereo. And there was my love. She wore a purple bra that barely contained her ample breasts. The matching thong went well with the purple garter belt and sheer purple pantyhose. "Wow," was all I could say. "I take care of my man. Come lay down," she said and stood up to give me a full view of her glorious body. I laid on the bed without taking my eyes off Cheyenne. She enjoyed the attention and turned so her ass was facing me. Two smooth, round mahogany globes protruded from the top of her thighs. I felt heat and arousal in my groin. Cheyenne walked over and removed my T-shirt effortlessly. She unbuckled my belt, which caught me off guard. "I thought this was supposed to be a massage," I teased. "It is. Full body massage AND happy ending. Hopefully, for me too." She pulled my pants down and saw I had on no boxers. That was how I liked to roam when I would be in the house all or most of the day. "Hello there!" she said to my penis and patted it. She grabbed it and placed a gentle kiss on the head. "Mama's definitely going to take care of you!" She gently laid it back down as it rubbed against my thigh. "Lay on your stomach. I complied immediately. She squirted pure cocoa butter lotion into her hands and started rubbing it into my tight back muscles. Her fingers were slender, but very strong. I felt the tips working into the knots under my skin. Back and forth, she massaged away the tension in my shoulders and stimulated my brain by rubbing the spots just below my skull. This was heavenly. She put more lotion on and worked my legs. Her feminine hands kneaded and loosened the dense muscles I developed from years of running. She rotated my ankles and worked my toes. She slowly dragged her hands back up to my ass. She leaned over and her hefty breasts brushed against my back as she tenderly kissed my ass cheeks and ran her tongue from the top of my crack to the middle of my ass. "Feeling risqué today are we?" I said. She giggled. "I'm just getting started. Turn over." Again, immediate compliance. She used oil to lubricate her hands this time. She started at my neck and rubbed down my biceps, triceps and forearms. She worked my chest and paid special attention to my sensitive nipples. My dick jerked in response. "Wait your turn," she said playfully. Cheyenne bent her head to my chest and blew on my nipples. They felt hot! "Warming oil," I moaned, straining to control my hormones. "Yes sir." She replied demurely. She blew again and followed by flicking each nipple with her tongue. She placed her juicy lips on each one. The sensation from the oil and her mouth drove me wild. I reached to grab her breasts, but she smacked my hand away. "Just sit back and enjoy. I got this." "OK," I sighed heavily. She used more oil and caressed my abs, careful to stay clear of my manhood, which jerked playfully at her proximity to it. She smiled and finished up work on my quads. She stepped away from the bed and danced sensually to Chrisette Michele's "A Couple of Forevers". She turned around and bent over giving me an unobstructed view of her beautiful ass. "You like that?" she said flirtatiously. I only nodded. She removed her garter belt and tossed it to the floor. She took off her bra and freed her beautiful mammaries. Cheyenne squeezed and teased her nipples. She moved closer and threw one of her pantyhose clad legs on the bed. She slowly rolled it down, and ran her hands over her large firm calves and thighs. My wife repeated the process for the other leg and placed the panty hose on the floor carefully. She climbed on the bed and crawled on all fours to me like a predator slowly stalking its prey. She was on top of me and kissed me softly. She kissed me again, slowly parted my lips with her tongue, and explored my mouth. My penis jerked and bumped against her lower stomach. She responded by sliding her vagina against it, which made both of us moan. "Now, Mr. Dick. I have something special for you." Cheyenne got off me and kneeled on the floor. She rolled her pantyhose over her hands and arms and positioned herself perpendicular to my body. She slid her hands over my chest and I indulged in the feeling of the nylon material against my skin and nipples. Her hands went down my chest, to my stomach, and then to my love muscle. "Get ready!" she teased as she grabbed my penis with one panty hosed hand and massaged my testicles with the other. I moaned loudly. While stroking me with one hand, the other went to my nipple and teased it mercilessly. She then took my other nipple in my mouth and suckled it. "CHEYENNE!" The multi-faceted stimulation brought me closer to orgasm. She watched my pleasure and continued to stroke, rub and lick me harder and faster. "AHH!" There was no holding back as I released my love juice in copious amounts onto my stomach and Cheyenne's hand. "I take care of my man." She smiled at me lovingly and climbed on top of me rubbing her plump flesh against mine. The feel of her soft skin and flesh was beyond erotic. Touching her was heaven. I turned her over so that Cheyenne was on her back. "And I take care of my woman." I kissed her mouth hard and ground my flaccid rod against her moist sex. The motion turned both of us on. I nibbled her ears, kissed her neck and slowly licked from her chin to her cleavage. I kissed up the side of her left breast and stopped just before the nipple. I kissed back down and did the same thing to the right. I flattened my tongue and lapped each nipple. Her plentiful flesh jiggled with excitement and arousal. I traced her areola with the tip of my tongue and teased her. She grounded her pussy against me harder. I plunged into her breast and took in a mouthful. My mouth pressed so hard that the flesh came up and surrounded my whole mouth. I pulled at her nipples with my lips and flicked them with my tongue at the same time. I kneaded the other breast and rapidly flicked the nipple with my index finger. "OH! RICHARD!" Cheyenne moaned. She lifted her hips off the bed and attempted to capture my dick. I swiveled my hips away and propped up on my knees. "Not yet. I have something else in mind," I stated salaciously. The Isley Brothers "Between the Sheets" played in the background. I reached into my pleasure box and pulled out the silver bullet "Silver" and a vibrator named "Mandingo". The vibrating egg had three speeds and the 9 inch, phallus had realistic skin and vein texture. It was also one of Cheyenne's favorites. Cheyenne's eyes bulged and then narrowed when she saw the toys. "What do you think you're going to do with that?" she questioned. "You'll see. Just lay back and enjoy the ride." The silver bullet vibrated against her skin as I rubbed it all over her chest, with special attention to the nipples. Simultaneously, I dropped my head between her legs and sucked on her clitoris. With my free hand, I fingered her vaginal opening. "AHH!" Juices covered my fingers. I raised my head and smiled. I slid the vibrating egg slowly down her chest, massaging her belly as the vibrations penetrated her skin. I stopped at the top of her labia and let it rest. She gyrated her lips wildly. Silver ran up and down her lips, touched her clitoris and then I pulled back. "DON'T TEASE ME!" she screamed. I mischievously smiled and repeated the process. Cheyenne wrapped her legs around my neck until I steadied Silver on her clitoris. Her legs relaxed and spread open. I rubbed Mandingo against her thighs, stomach, cheeks and nose. Cheyenne stuck her tongue out and attempted to lick the phallus. I moved it closer to her mouth and she voraciously grabbed it with her lips and bobbed until she had half of it in her mouth. "You ready now?" I whispered. I took Mandingo and inserted into her sex. "AHH!" she screamed and her hips lifted to take in more of it. I stroked it in and out, and moved it in a circular motion to tease her G-spot. Her moaning got louder and Mandingo went faster and deeper. Cheyenne suddenly sat up, rolled over and quickly got on all fours. Mandingo smashed the frontal wall of her vagina, directly hitting her G-spot. I pumped my arm as fast as I could and continued to hold Silver against her clit. With her voluptuous ass in my face I kissed and licked her crack before I tasted her perineum and jammed my tongue into her anus and swirled it around. "AAHH!" Cheyenne's body shook as waves of orgasms rippled through her flesh. She came hard and her juices covered my chin, hand, Silver and Mandingo. She shivered a few more times and laid face down on the bed. I watched this woman I loved so much drift peacefully to sleep. I rubbed her ass and kissed her neck. She was my wife. My love. My comfort. Comfort Author's Note: Some of these events are true and some are fantasy, names have been changed and so have locations. Written without an editor, so if any editor out there wants to help, please shout out. Enjoy. ~~~~~~~~~ Leaving work, I didn't think how my life would change today. November had started warm but now the bite of autumn was in the air. Leaving my office I pulled my collar up on my coat wishing I had brought a scarf today. Hands plunged deep in my pockets I made my way through the back streets of Victoria heading for the tube. I clutched my phone and weaved my way through the growing throng as I got closer to the tube. The phone buzzed just as I was heading down the stairs to the underground. Waiting on the packed platform I checked the screen. "Shit day. Bring wine. L" L was Lauren, my flat mate. Everyone said it was weird that a man would share a flat with a woman, but my friend Adam had asked if I could help out a new woman in his office as I had a spare room. She'd moved down to London for work and had been with me for 3 months and since then we had built a good friendship. She'd been having difficulties with an ex who was struggling to come to terms with her moving to the capital. I guessed her text related to that. Leaving the tube, I detoured to the local off-licence choosing a couple of deep, velvety riojas. I opened the door to my flat, enjoying the warmth that wrapped itself around me, melting the icy grip that the November evening had me in. I cast my coat aside, threw my keys in the bowl on the side table and made my way into the lounge. Lauren was curled up on the couch, tears staining her cheeks with dark streaks of mascara, nose reddened from sniffling. She'd changed from her normal work attire into jogging bottoms and a loose fitting sweat shirt. She lifted her eyes to me, big eyes pleading with me to give her some comfort. "Heeeeeyyyyy, what's got you?" I asked, bending down to give her a hug. "That arse of an ex. He just won't drop it and leave me alone. All day, text after text, he's just an arse." She waved her phone around at me, and I snatched it from her. "You don't need this, you need this!" waving a bottle of rioja at her. I got upand went to the kitchen, finding two large tulip glasses and opened the wine. Pouring two good measures, I returned to the lounge and sat down next to Lauren. "Tell me everything." I said, and after taking a big glug of wine she started to tell me what had gone on during the day. It started with an innocent text from him to find out how she was but then quickly spiralled into his pleas for her to return to Manchester. He had no respect for her desire to build a career and the opportunities that it gave. This then descended into outright abuse, causing her to end up on my couch crying. The more she spoke, the more angry she got. By the time she had finished, she had drained 3 glasses of wine and I was dispatched to retrieve the second one I'd bought. Sitting back down, Lauren shuffled over to me and aced her head on my shoulder. "Thanks, Andy." "What for?" "Just listening. No-one ever does that." I gave her a squeezing hug and she buried her head into my next, then started to cry again. I just held her as the sobs rolled through her. A wet patch growing on my shoulder but I didn't want to move. Feeling her small frame pressed to me was divine. The more I'd got to know her the more I liked her more than a friend, but I could never tell her. I put down my wine and wrapped both arms around her. My hand held the back of her head, slowly massaging her skull, he blonde hair entangling my fingers. I gave gentle soothing sounds as my other hand rubbed her back, feeling guilty that i took pleasure in finding no evidence of a bra. "Tell, you what you need, a hot bath." "Oooo, please." I left her to go to her room to get changed and I went to the bathroom to draw a deep bath. I squeezed in something that looked like it was meant to smell nice and the water began to foam. Stopping the taps, I called through to her that it was ready. As I left the bathroom, Lauren emerged from her room wrapped in a towel. Her small breasts pressed together. Smooth, sculpted legs emerging below the towel. the shape of her thighs enticing me to imagine what lay just a little way further up but hidden by the towel. Our eyes caught as I changed my gazed, a little smile crossing her lips but her eyes drawing me in towards her soul. Did I see something in them. She sashayed past me, closed the door but didn't lock it. I hurried away to my room, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. Ten minutes past, in which time I'd changed from my work clothes into something more comfortable. "Andy?" "Yes?" "Can you come and scrub my back?" Really? Did she just ask that? "Err, are you sure?" "It's only my back and the rest of me is under the bubbles. I think I'll be safe." "OK." I nervously pushed open the bathroom door. Lauren was leaning forward in the bath hugging her legs, her wet hair slicked around her neck, her back exposed to me. She looked back over her shoulder and a shy smile on her lips. I'm sure she could tell I was nervous, but I don't think she knew it was because how beautiful she looked. Beautiful but vulnerable, small and exposed. I knelt down beside the bath. The bath was one of my favourite things. It was a big Victorian roll top unit that stood as the centre piece of the room. I had to kneel up as if I was an altar boy paying servitude at a high altar, although in this case it was for this gorgeous woman. I took the sponge and tarted to gently soap her back, taking the time to examine every curve, every muscle, every protrusion of her spine. "You seem tense." I commented. "Yeah? Well there is a strange man in my bathroom and I'm naked. Who wouldn't be tense?" "One, I'm not strange. Two, it's MY bathroom. Three, you invited me in. Four, yes you are naked but that is normal when you are in the bath." "OK, OK. You are kooky not strange. Point taken on the rest. It's just been a long day and I'm wound up from my ex." "How about a massage?" I blurted out. "Really?" she said, turning quickly to look at me. As she turned her body came into view and only the amount of bubbles saved her modesty. Oh, how I wanted to blow them away softly to reveal her assets. I blushed. "Oh, ok. Maybe not. Step too far." "Non, no, no. It's not that, just didn't have you down as the massage type." "I've got good hands I'll have you know." "OK, deal. But just keep your hands to my neck and back." "Done." I said. I dropped the sponge and started to work the deltoids of her neck, but the position I was in made it difficult. Being side on to her made it hard to give the best massage. She must have sensed my frustration. "What's up?" she quizzed. "I just can't reach you properly. It's difficult being side on." "Well sit behind me. Put your feet in the water and sit on the edge of the bath behind me." "Good idea but that means I'll need to take off my pants and I'm not sure that is a good idea." "Jesus, Andy. I'm naked in the bath and you are worried about showing me a bit of leg. Whip them off and get in. It's not like you will be nude." "OK, just turn away while I drop them." "Why? something to hide?" she teased as she looked away. Actually, I had. The thought had started to stir something inside me and the fact I had been given unfettered access to her in the bath was just as stimulating. I was afraid she would see and call me a pervert. I quickly dropped my pants and stepped into the soapy water behind her. I sat on the roll top and started to massage her neck. Just gentle pressure at first, my thumbs finding the knots in the muscles and easing them out with long strokes. My hands worked her deltoids, feeling their rigidity begin to temper and crumble, a looseness returning. Little sighs and gasps escaped from her lips. No other sound in the room except for her wimpers. The heat of the water creating steam and a sultry atmosphere in the room. I let my hands work lower, stretching and kneeding her back muscles. My eyes took in every line, small mark and curve of her back. I was utterly absorbed. I continued my downward trajectory, working out her lats and obliques. In a crude way it looked as if I was trying to wrap my hands round her waist. far from it, I was working those muscles and revelling in her firm torso. I knew she did yoga from seeing her disappear 3 times a week to go and stretch in some heated studio. Apparently Bikram yoga was all the rage. It seemed to be working. I shifted my position slightly to try and ease the pressure on my back only to make myself unstable and I slid into the bath with a loud splash. "Shit, shit, shit. so sorry." I said as I struggled to get stable and out of the bath. Lauren however was laughing, a proper full bodied laugh of the highly amused. "You loon. If you wanted to get in just say, don't make it look like an accident." "Shit, sorry. For fuck sake. Sorry." "Stop. Stop! Stop struggling. You are in now, so you might as well get comfortable." "I'm clothed!" "Well take them off then. It's only fair. I'm naked." I looked quizzically at her, unsure of what to do. Looking back at me over her shoulder, a soft smile and a gleam in her eye. This was it. this was my chance to share a bath with this gorgeous woman, but she was my flatmate and this would change everything. My mind raced as I wanted this so much but I also needed the rent and I couldn't afford to lose it for long. If she left... "Does this, um, change things?" I said "Like what?" "Like more than friends. I've never done this with a flatmate before." "Your previous flatmates have all been men. And no, this is just two friends. In the bath. Naked." "Yeah, it's that last bit I'm having issues with." "Well if we were Amazonians, we'd be naked all the time. It's just the modern world that dictates we should wear clothes. Now are you staying? I need to lean back as my back is starting to hurt." "Ok. Just look away as I get naked." "OK." but then she giggled. I couldn't help but laugh. I quickly stripped and sat down behind Lauren. "Put your legs either side of me" she commanded. So that I sat. My legs straddling Lauren, the hot water a pleasant sensation against my body. Lauren leaned back against me, my semi hard member caught between us. I said nothing, just looked ahead and kept my arms on the side of the bath. And so we stayed, in silence as we both pondered how we had ended up here. "Thanks." Just one tiny whispered word. "Sorry? What for?" "Just being you." Came the equally small response. I instinctively brought my arm around her shoulders, squeezed her and kissed her head. "No worries." Her arm came up to match mine and she interlaced her fingers with mine. Again, we sat in silence. The water began to cool and the bubbles began to fade but I couldn't move, and didn't want to. She reached up to the taps at the side of the bath and began to draw more. Once happy she settled back against me and pulled my back around her. The movement of the water had shifted the bubbles, which were already depleting, and as I gazed down i could begin to see the curve of her breasts and somewhere beneath the bubbles a darker indistinct shape that could only be her nipple. I let out a little gasp but couldn't avert my eyes from the view. Ever so slowly, one by one, the bubbles burst revealing more of her pert breasts. My member was already wedged between our bodies but now it began to enlarge as my arousal grew. Lauren obviously sensed this as she gripped my fingers more tightly than before. My erection gained full strength and was an obvious obstruction between our bodies. Lauren slowly moved our hands, making my fingers trace lines down from her neck and across the upmost parts of her chest. Slow, lazy movements, sensual. My breathing became deeper and ragged, the fire that raged in my loins only hardened my desire further. Friends? No, that line was crossed. I one swift movement she pulled my arm away, but skillfully ensured my fingers brushed her breast. The sudden flick of a nipple against the tips of my fingers, causing a desire to repeat it. She spun to face me, leaning back, an arm across her chest and a look in her eyes I'd never seen her with before. It wasn't playful, it wasn't cheekiness. it was lustful. "Massage my feet?" she asked, as a soapy foot emerged from the water, toes wiggling sending water and bubbles cascading down her shapely leg. I took her foot in my hands and started to stretch each toe. The nails were perfectly manicured and painted in a clear gloss. The skin smooth and soft to the touch. My fingers worked the soles of her feet, a little wrinkled from the time in the water and still responsive to my light touch. Little giggles from Lauren when it got too ticklish or flinches from her legs to get away from my teasing finger. I moved to her calf. Resting her foot against my chest, my hand slid along flawless skin that could only have been waxed and moisturised. There was no hint of stubble and the skin was soft to the touch. I changed legs and as i did she placed the leg I'd just massaged between my legs. Her foot was perilously close to my groin. As I worked her foot, her eyes closed and she bit her bottom lip and arched her back. Slowly through the bubbles her small but pert breasts emerged, breaking through the barrier for me to see. Two perfect teardrop highlighted by darker stiff points. Lauren's hand moved across her body and up to one of her breasts and started to squeeze it. Moans became gasps as she squeezed and rolled those points between her fingers. Occasionally pulling them taut before releasing them only to paw at her chest once more. As my hands moved higher, caressing her calf, her spare hand slid below the water and between her legs. Small movements and louder gasps could only mean she was pleasuring herself. The foot between my legs had crept forwards and her toes were now flicking against my scrotum. The foot then moving up along my shaft, back and forth to stimulate me. I moved my hands to her thighs, her firm athletic thighs, so smooth from being waxed. I worked higher and her movements became more obvious, more urgent. My fingers finding their way higher to the pinnacle of their juncture. Our hands touching and her eyes flew open. No words, just a nod. grabbing my wrist to force my hand against her sex. The heat of her desire burning fiercely, accentuated even against the heat of the water. Her sex slick from her own passion, my fingers easily finding their way. A deep, passionate moan escaped from her. Her clitoris engorged under my thumb, the centre of her yearning, the one spot that put me in control of her, to take her to a place of ecstasy. I wanted this woman and my own tumescence wanted to find her sweet spot. I pulled her to me. He legs splayed beside me. Kneeling. Exposed. I drank in her body. Those eyes, letting me see her soul. Those breasts moving as her chest heaved. The line of her stomach, no ounce of fat. The grail of womanhood, pink, puffy. A little patch of short hair distinguishing her as a woman, not a child, not a porn star. A woman. A woman who knew her sexuality. My cock pointing to the entrance to nirvana. Our eyes lock, her hands on my face, leaning in to kiss me. Down came her hips, her lips on mine, her lips around the tip of my shaft. I gasped at the intense heat, and the sensation of her, and then down again as I fully impaled her. Our lips parting as she let out a deep moan. Foreheads together, my hands around her waist, her hands around my face, I lift her and down she comes again. Eyes locked. Up and down, up and down. A smile, a giggle, a moan. Then faster, more urgent. The passion rising as the glorious climax of our unity crescendos over us. Together, the rush of our release washing over us like a tsunami. Lauren holding on to me, crush me to her chest as if she is holding on for dear life in the storm we have created. Then the tranquility the drop down into the sweet hum and afterglow of the passion that raged before. Little gasps and moans as the aftershocks rock through us. Until the calm descends. the warm water soothing us. Our bodies still entwined. We lie in a blissful serenity. Memories of what just happened. Thoughts of the joys to come. Comfort The door opened and Sue looked up. The smile on her face fading to concern as she looked into the face of her long term lover. Terry stood, a small smile on her face, it usually lit up with her smiles, this one hardly touched her face never mind her eyes. She stood to one side and let Sue in, watching as the taller woman went to pass her. Sue dropped a light kiss onto Terry's lips and scrutinized her face. "You ok?" She asked. Terry nodded mutely, fighting tears she had been fighting for days, not knowing why, simply knowing that if she did not cry at some point, she would fester beyond all reason. Sue took her hand and led her into the living room. Putting her bag down she took off her shoes and jacket and turned to face her lover. Opening her arms, the younger woman stepped into them and was immediately wrapped in love and concern. It was like opening the flood gates. She stood and the tears flowed. The women stood in silence, Sue's arms tightly holding Terry as she silently broke her heart, she felt as though she would never stop, she simply took comfort in the warmth and care around her. Sue moved and took Terry's hand. "Come on you, upstairs." She said. Terry followed in her wake, allowing Sue to take charge, needing to let go, to stop fighting and simply be. Sue walked into the bedroom and turned to Terry. She bent and kissed her gently, softly. She moved across her face, kissing her tears, her cheeks, her nose and finally her eyes. "I'm sorry." Terry whispered sniffing. "Hush." Sue answered gently and reached down to grab a tissue from the box at the side of the bed. She handed it to Terry and smiled. Terry took it with a crooked grin and blew her nose hard. Sue handed her another one and watched as Terry finished blowing her nose and trying her face. "Better?" She asked. "Yeah, no, maybe, I dunno." Terry answered with a shrug, another tear rolling slowly down her face. "Oh you silly." Sue smiled as she lifted her hand and wiped away the tear with her thumb. She gathered the shorter woman into her arms again, kissing the top of her head and laying her cheek against it as she felt Terry's arms come around her. Terry stood and breathed in deeply, the smell of Sue was so distinctive, perfume and washing powder, clean clothes and clean skin. She ran her hands gently around Sues waist and tightened her grip, holding as though her life depended on it, as though if she let go, she would lose everything she had ever known, had ever held dear. Sue sighed as Terry held her, her own fingers gently moving over the shorter woman, instilling comfort. She lifted her hand and ran her fingers lightly over her head, trailing through her hair softly. Terry lifted her head and looked at Sue who bent her head and kissed Terry softly. A long deep breath left Terry as Sue kissed her, it was like being home. Sues hands moved over Terry with a practice borne of old. One by one clothes dropped to the floor until she was left standing in her panties. Terry lifted her head and the two women kissed once more, Sues tongue sliding across Terry's lips as she responded. As they kissed, Terry's hands deftly undid Sue's clothes and they joined hers on the floor. Sue moaned softly as Terry bit her bottom lip, tugging on it slightly before going back to take and capture Sues tongue. The two women stood, bodies pressing together, the warmth of their skin passing between them. Sue pulled away. "Bed." One word, softly spoken. Sue turned and moved onto the bed, Terry followed and curled into Sues arms once more. She lay with her head on Sues breast, hearing her heart beat, her fingers moving slowly over Sues skin. Sue trailed her fingers up and down Terry's back, running like water trickling in a brook over pebbles worn flat with age and time. Terry closed her eyes and breathed in deeply once more. She wished she could stay in this cocoon forever, closing the world and all its pains out, the hurt that had built over time forgotten, the pain currently locked away until she could stand it no longer and it had overflowed and spilt over everything she held dear, everyone precious in her life. Her hands stopped moving and she lay still, surrounding herself in her own personal bubble wrap, quietly drifting off to sleep in the arms of someone who truly cared, truly loved. Terry was woken sometime later by Sue's fluid hands moving over her. She woke her so very gently, touching, exploring, although she knew every inch of Terry's body. Sues hands moved lightly as though touching her for the first time ever. Terry responded to her touch and Sue moved down the bed slightly until they faced each other. Her hand came up and she traced the lines of Terry's face, across her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, around her eyes and then the line of her lips. As her fingers left Terry's lips, her own lips replaced them. So softly it was almost a whisper and Terry sighed as the tip of Sues tongue traced the line of her lip. Lips met gently, a kiss as soft as the recently heard sigh, barely touching but as deep as the ocean. Sue pulled back and watched Terry as she savoured what she had just been given. Savouring the tiny kiss, Terry instantly wanted more, feeling as though it had lasted forever but was gone as quickly as it had arrived. She ran the tip of her finger over her lips as though to rub the kiss in, in some small way. She opened her eyes to find Sues deep blue ones looking at her. Under the scrutiny, Terry blushed and Sue smiled, leaning forward to kiss the rosy blush on her cheeks. Terry giggled and she smiled as she looked at her lover once more. Terry watched Sue, drinking in the woman lying next to her, the deep blue eyes watching her still. She lifted her hand once more and touched Sue's lips. Sue closed her eyes and just as Terry's finger reached the centre of the rose bud she moved her head slightly and parted them. As she captured Terry's finger she pursed her lips around it and sucked gently. Terry watched as Sues tongue played with the tip of her finger, her mouth slightly open, her breathing quickening. Leaning forward she pulled her finger from Sues mouth and replaced it with her own lips. Small kisses placed one after the other until finally neither of them could hold back. Terry's tongue slid in between Sues lips and took possession of her. Sues hand moved to Terry's hip and rested there as Terry's own hand cupped Sues face gently. Eyes closed, the two women lost each other in kisses, bodies moving closer together as Sues hand slid further around Terry's back. Terry's hand moved around Sues head and her fingers wound into her hair. Her fingers tightened and a mewl of pleasure left Sue as she felt the tug against her scalp. her kisses becoming more empassioned, harder, deeper, her arm pulling Terry in. Pulling her head right back, Terry rolled Sue onto her back and broke their kiss, moving down her throat, biting first lightly and the more deeply, wanting to illicit a response, any response from her lover. Sue squirmed under her, a myriad of moans escaping her as Terry alternated between soft kisses and angry, temper filled bites. She lay and took it all, savouring them, each one a release, not just for Terry but for her too. having taken on the angst of the woman beside her they both now felt the need to release it. Sues hand trailed softly up Terry's back, her long fingers snaking up to the nape of her neck and into her hair. Terry in turn, moved down and reached Sues nipples, taking one and biting it hard. Sues back arched as she squirmed and drew her breath in sharply. Sues fingers tightened in Terry's hair and she pulled hard. Terry continued to bite on Sue, her moans vibrating around her teeth and in turn around Sue's nipple. The harder she bit, the more Sue pulled, each of them knowing the other would not win. In all their time together, neither had found the others pain threshold. It wasn't about to be found now and Sue released her grip slightly, indicating to Terry to loosen her grip also. Terry gave one final tug and let it go with a small snap of her teeth. As Terry moved down Sue's body, her nails trailed behind her. Sometimes deeply. sometimes softly, yet again bringing different moans from the woman in her care. Sues fingers stayed in Terry's hair, moving with her, directing but not, as Terry kissed and bit her way down. Terry breathed in deeply, taking in Sues scent, overlaid heavily with the smell of Sues sex, the closer she got the headier it became. She bit Sue's stomach, the legacy of childbirth evident, loved by Terry, hated in turn by Sue. As she reached Sues mons she placed a heavy kiss on the smooth skin, sucking, leaving her mark, her brand, claiming her. Sue arched her hips up to Terry, the need growing in her to be taken. Terry's tongue snaked out again and the tip of it flicked the curve of her slit, collecting the wetness, loving the taste. Sue moaned and pulled on Terry's hair, pulling her away from her, needy but wanting to prolonge the need. As she pulled on her hair, she pulled her upwards again, up her body. Terry had no choice but to follow. As she reached Sues breasts she tried to stop and toy once more but Sue had other ideas and Terry whimpered in frustration as she was pulled upwards. Sue stopped pulling as Terry drew level with her face once more and puller her in towards her, kissing her deeply and passionately. Her hands possessively gripping at her, one around her backside, the other on her breast, kneading and squeezing as if to leave lasting imprints. She bit Terry's tongue as it slid between her teeth, then sucked it into her mouth, fucking it as she would have sucked a cock. Sue lifted her leg and threw it over Terry's hip, wrapping it tightly and pulling her in, taking the place of her hand which was now travelling possessively up her body, until it reached her head once more. As suddenly as lust had taken a grip, it let go again and Sues hand cupped Terry's face so gently that she was taken aback. The deep, passionate kisses subsided into smaller, gentler ones as Sue showered her lovers face with them. Small butterfly kisses all over her face and neck, her thumb smoothing her cheek as the fingers on her other hand loosened their grip and simply played gently with her hair. Sues leg remained latched over Terry's hip and she now rolled her onto her back, going with her until she lay fully on top of her. She still showered Terry's face and neck with kisses but her hands now moved gently and softly over her body, never possessing, simply partaking. She sat up and her finger tips took in every inch of skin that it could, following the line of Terry's shoulder, neck and throat, a single fingernail run lightly down the centre of her décolletage was enough to make the woman shiver and Sue smiled as she felt the ripple go through her body. Not a word had been spoken between them, but it was not needed. They had known each other for so long now that it was simply there. No demands, no doubts, just comfort. Being. Sue ran one hand down each of Terry's arms and interlinked their fingers. As she leaned forward to lie on top of her once more, their breasts melting together almost as one, skin on skin. Terry sighed, feeling some small amount of peace back in her life, if only for the shortest time. That single thought made her draw a shuddering breath and once more her eyes threatened to overflow with the tears so readily shed these days, tears that frustrated her, tears that made her a different person, a person she hated, a weak person with no worth. Sue looked up at her and stretched up slightly placing one kiss on each eyelid. The threatened tears overflowed once more and Terry bit her lip in frustration, screwing up her eyes tightly. "Hush." Sue said as she laid her cheek against Terry's. "I'm sorry." Terry whispered. "Don't be sorry for being human," Sue answered her back. "Don't apologise for these tears babe, they have been a while coming." "But I don't WANT to cry, I don't WANT to let it get the better of me. I'm stronger than that," Terry growled angrily. "I'M the fixer, not the one to be fixed, this ISN'T me." She finished, her voice cracking in frustration, the tears now slipping unchecked down the side of her face. Sue let go of one of Terry's hands hand brought it up to wipe the tears away. "Hush now. You cry all you like, god knows I've watched and seen you over the years, now does not make it any different." She answered softly as she wiped the tears away and gently kissed where they had run. Terry smiled "Well that's true enough," she said, "I am just so SICK of crying." She finished lamely. "I know babe," Sue answered with a wry grin. "Makes your face awfully snotty." Terry let out a hiccupped giggle and Sue leaned forward again to kiss her. Her gentle tongue slid between Terry's lips and she responded hungrily once more. Sue wriggled her hips down onto Terry and let out a soft moan into their kiss, her fingers hyper flexing as they travelled up and down Terry's arms to finally intertwine with her fingers. She then lifted Terry's arms above her head, holding them there. Sue broke the kiss and started to kiss around Terry's neck and shoulders. Terry sighted as Sues lips travelled over her, working their way down, She let go of Terry's hands and continued her downward journey, this time it was her fingernails trailing and Terry's voice bringing forth the moans. Sue knew Terry's pain levels would take almost any level of biting or scratching, even physical hand contact would be soaked up if she wished to give it, Terry would simply moan and want more. Her nails dug deeply into Terry's skin and she writhed and moaned, rolling against Sue's fingers and lips. Small needy moans leaving her constantly as Sue's lips and tongue worked their way over her body to her breasts. Sue took each one and suckled on each nipple softly, alternating between them, her teeth closing around them, tugging slightly until they slipped from between her teeth to land softly, rolling, back into place. Sue bit into each breast softly, nipping with her front teeth, leaving small red butterfly marks on the warm soft skin. With each bite, Terry moaned. Sue continued her downward journey, kissing her way further down her body until it was her turn to reach the warm smell of sex. Small kisses landed all over Terry's thighs as Sue slowly and gently made love to her, kissing across the smoothness of her mound and down the creases of her inner thighs, nipping and licking across and around them, kissing her lips, biting them softly as she drew them into her mouth. Her tongue licked the rim of them as she enjoyed the taste on the tip of her tongue before she slid it slowly inside to taste the wetness completely. Terry moaned softly and opened her thighs widely, as Sue slid one hand under her to hold her ample backside. Terry slid one hand down and laid it flat against her mound pulling it back to expose her clit, her middle finger moving in to toy with it. As she did, Sues tongue lapped at her and she half moaned, half giggled at the sensation. Sue drew Terry's finger into her mouth, sucking softly on it, her warm breath flowing down over Terry's wet lips. Terry's hips rolled as Sue lay between her thighs, her face buried, small soft sighs leaving her as she continued to suck on Terry's finger, finally letting go to flick her tongue over her clit once more. Terry moaned and lifted her hips to meet her, resisting the urge to hold her head as Sues tongue started to play in earnest. Her tongue circled around, collecting the taste, savouring on her tongue as she moved slowly around, relishing. Her moans echoing the woman above her, losing herself in her work the single thought of pleasing her lover in mind. Sue continued to circle her clit, dipping her tongue deeply occasionally, making Terry moan loudly and lift her hips towards her once more. Sue moved her free hand and ran her finger from Terry's arse slowly upwards, a single fingernail scraping from bottom to top, catching the tip of her clit and making her shudder, before moving back down to slide two fingers into her slowly, crooking them against the front wall over her. Terry moaned and bore down on Sues fingers as she penetrated her shortly, rubbing her deeply. She bent her head once more and nipped on Terry's clit making her yelp but immediately want more. Sue wrapped her tongue around it and sucked it between her lips, her teeth closing around it as the tip of her tongue teased it. Sue continued to move her fingers in and out of her lover, rubbing as Terry moved against her, alternating between bearing down and raising against her, riding her fingers, feeling her orgasm approaching, her wetness now audible as Sue made her puddle. Her orgasm rushed through her suddenly, short but oh so sweet, rippling through her quickly, making her shudder and groan. Terry arched her back towards Sue while her hands moved and gripped the bed sheet, her entire body rigid as the quick orgasm ran through her. Sue never stopped as Terry's orgasm passed, her fingers continued to move, her tongue continued to toy with her, flicking against her clit, nipping every so often to illicit small squeaks of pleasure from her. When she finally let go of her clit, Terry whimpered in need but was soon quieted by Sues tongue circling across her entire labia, great broad strokes, her tongue brushing every available inch of her as Sue relished the taste. Sues fingers continued to work as her tongue and lips took in the taste. Slowly and carefully she inserted a third finger to join the second and then a fourth to join the third. Her thumb took over on Terry's clit as she showered her thighs once more with kisses, working her fingers harder and faster as Terry drove her body down onto her, matching Sue stroke for stroke. Sue moved her thumb from Terry's clit, and brought it into line with the other fingers, not knowing if what she was about to try was possible but judging by the large patch now on the sheeting and the amount still flowing from Terry, each stroke into her bringing a fresh wave, trickling down her hand, what she was about to try was possible. Each stroke Sue made into Terry moved her thumb in a little more and with each stroke she pushed harder as Terry bore down deeper onto her. With a final push, Sues hand slid into Terry and she found herself wrist deep in Terry's cunt. Terry gasped and an animalistic growl was ripped from her as Sue twisted her hand, pumping hard and deep. "Oh Beautiful, now you are mine." Sue breathed. Her hand slide deep inside her lover and she placed a gentle kiss on Terry's thigh, setting to work. Twisting her hand as she fisted her, listening to the moans flowing continuously from Terry growls ripped from her, whimpers she was unable to contain as Sue pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. With a smile Sue upped the tempo and moved her hand inside Terry deeply, listening to her moans turn to whimpers as she fucked her, still amazed at the fact that she had been able to fist her at all. The wetness from Terry continued to flow from her, soaking Sue and spreading the already large patch on the bed. With a long drawn out groan, Terry curled up. Every muscle in her body contracting as her orgasm ripped through her massively. The groan turned to a whine, high pitched, as her back arched upward and her legs contracted towards her stomach. The contortions came and went quickly as her feet fell back onto the bed and her hips lifted. Sue pulled out her hand and Terry squealed as she came, the sudden loss within her triggering another wave. As one orgasm rolled into the next and the walls of her cunt contracted viciously she squirted. Sue yelped in glee, bringing her hand to Terry's clit. She rubbed deeply as Terry writhed about, her thighs becoming wet with her cum. As Sue continued to pay attention to Terry's clit, she went into another spasm of orgasms. Comfort "Oh baby." Sue breathed. She watched a the mixture of emotions rip across her lovers face as she continued to rub her clit urgently, listening to Terry's half protests at the attention, the spasms still rippling through her body. Sue pushed deeper and Terry suddenly reached down and hurriedly pulled Sue's hand away, turning on her side and rolling herself up as another orgasm hit her. One after the other, orgasm followed orgasm, each one making Terry's body buck and jerk. Growls turned to moans, moans to whimpers, whimpers to sobs as she fought futilely to bring herself under control. Each one more painful than the last as her muscles contracted over and over, unable to relax before the next spasm hit. Sue moved to Terry's side and curled up against and around her. Gathering her in, she wrapped her arms around Terry. As she did, a massive shiver went through Terry as Sue touched her hypersensitive skin. Hushing her gently, Sue placed a kiss on Terry's shoulder and simply held the trembling woman close. Whimpers finally gave way to tears once more and Sue kissed Terry's shoulders, small soft kisses once more. Terry turned over and curled into Sue once more, lying quietly, tears flowing. She thought she had cried herself dry but with every tear there was a sense of relief. She closed her eyes and let herself drift to safety within Sue's arms. Sue reached sideways and pulled the quilt over them both. Closing her own eyes, she held Terry close. They both ignored the wet bed and lay still, simply being themselves. Terry's sobs subsided with hiccups and she soon fell into a deep sleep. Sue kissed the top of her head and held her. Their bodies conformed to each other as they relaxed and became one. "Love you babe." Sue whispered as with a sigh she closed her eyes and felt herself drifting off to sleep. Holding her close, curled in each other, they slept Comfort Amid An Inevitable Divorce The Call Rapid knocking rang throughout the small house, followed by a young woman's voice. "Tara! Tara, I'm here, honey. Let me in." Kylie stood outside the front door in her day-to-day attire of t-shirt and jeans and waited a couple of moments, hoping her best friend would let her in. She knew that Tara wasn't feeling her best right now and she was determined to lift her spirits as best she could, but her normally brightly-lit face showed faint signs of exasperation as Tara took her time answering the door. Once again, Kylie reached out with her voice, seeking to penetrate the wooden barrier before her. "C'mon, Tara, please let me in. You can't just barricade yourself in like this, sweetie." Just as she raised her hand to rap on the door once more, it slowly opened. "Shh, Kylie....you're announcing yourself to the whole neighborhood," Tara scolded her sluggishly. Her physical appearance as she let Tara in was certainly not a presentable one. With hair disheveled and eyes somewhat red, she looked in her baggy sleepwear the same as she felt: weary, sad, and hurt. The door swung closed in a listless manner as Kylie embraced her, rubbing her back soothingly. "I came over as soon as I hung up the phone." Tara sniffed as she hugged back, though not as strongly as it was received. "I don't know why. I'm not exactly the best company right now." "How could I just leave you here all by yourself when Paul's slapping you with a divorce?" Kylie followed Tara to the couch and watched her as she plopped down on it, covering herself with a blanket. It was evident that Tara was having a hard time coping with the inevitable end of her marriage. The coffee table in front of the couch was littered with soda cans and used, tear-stained tissues. Kylie looked around, surveying the damage manifested in physical form, then returned her gaze to Tara. She sat on the edge of the furniture and reached for her, stroking her hair affectionately, comfortingly. "We've been best friends since middle school. There's no way I would abandon you when this is the time you need someone the most." Tara managed a small smile, her gratitude to Kylie deeply felt yet difficult at the moment to convey. "As uncertain as life may be, I always know I can count on you, girl." She raised her hand up and wrapped her fingers gently around Kylie's wrist, giving a light squeeze to indicate that she means every word and is ever so grateful to her. Then, a deep sigh escaped her. "Hell of a birthday present, isn't it? 'Tara, I know this is bad timing, but I want a divorce. And, oh, happy birthday!'," she mimicked her soon-to-be ex with bitter sarcasm. "Talk about tactful." Kylie pulled back her hand to give it a discarding wave. "Fuck 'im. Well, not literally, of course." She grinned a bit as she attempted to get Tara to smile more. When she succeeded, her own grin widened. "If Paul's gonna be like that, especially on your birthday, then he's not worth your time or energy, not to mention your love. I know that you loved him, honey....perhaps you still do....but he's the asshole here. He's the loser. Just keep that in mind whenever you feel you're getting down again, ok?" Tara replied with a gentle nod. Though it was difficult, despite the divorce request, to not love her soon-to-be ex-husband after being with him for so long, Kylie's loving assurance was infusing her with strength as well as the confident knowledge that she wasn't the one at fault. Over the course of the past five months, Paul indulged himself in a passionate affair with his newly-hired receptionist. During that time, arguments between Tara and he would erupt over even the most trivial matters at least three times a week. She knew of his affair, yet she was determined to make the marriage work. After all, she loved him and vowed to be by his side through thick and thin. Time after time, she tried to get him to talk to her, to tell her the truth of why he was straying. Was it her? Was she not attractive enough, thin enough, pretty enough? Was she not good in bed? Did she not put out as much as he wanted? Even when he gave her vague answers, she offered that they see a marriage counselor. Yet all of her attempts to keep them together failed. His phone call to her from work not ten minutes ago was the slap in the face that brought her to the reality that she was losing her husband. Kylie slapped her thighs with her hands in the way people do when they've come to a decision and she looked to her emotionally-wounded friend with determination. "Alright, girl, I'm gonna take care of this right now. You and I are going out." Tara began shaking her head in protest. "No, Kylie, I'm not up to it." "Oh, bullshit, Tara. I refuse to let you lie here and wallow in crumpled tissues, flat soda, and cartoons that scare four-year-olds. Now, c'mon." She knew that Tara had to cope with and adjust to what was to come, but she also knew that she couldn't let the situation drag her best friend down. In no way would Kylie let her fall into an abyss of sadness or wrongful guilt. She just had to help her see the silver lining, to help her realize that her life wasn't over along with her marriage. All the while she spoke, she had Tara's hand and arm in her grasp and slowly pulling, trying to get her off of the couch. Tara pulled back gently, grunting lightly and pouting. "Kylie, leave me to my misery, will ya?" Kylie released her, but her gaze and tone of voice held no submission to Tara's request. "Hell no! Staying here and cryin' until your eyes fall out isn't gonna help you. What you need to do is to get out, have a good time, and realize that you're ridding yourself of a man that doesn't deserve ya. And you're not gonna have all the fun alone, missy, 'cuz I'm comin' with you. C'mon, girl, let's go out, have some drinks, get busy on the dance floor, and have some wild, freaky, much-needed fun!" To show her she meant business, Kylie took hold of the blanket and snatched it off of Tara's body, letting it fall to the floor. With a loud sigh of resignation, she pulled herself up and off of the sofa. "Alright," Tara gave in, "alright. Just give me enough time to get ready, drill sergeant." She couldn't help but cast her best friend a grin as she heard Kylie directly behind her, imitating the stereotypical military demand that one hears in movies. "Move it, move it, move it!" Laughter from both women ensued as Tara headed for a quick shower and a change into more outgoing attire while Kylie also changed in the bedroom, borrowing some of her best friend's equally snazzy party clothes. A Good Time "Work it, people!!" The DJ cried out these words as the two women entered the dance club, each step further submersing them in a familiar world of explosive lights and vibrant color, of persuasive music and infectious energy. This was a place that Tara and Kylie loved to come to, especially after a long and difficult day, be it at work or otherwise. It was a place where they could be uninhibited, where they could let loose their daily restrictions and workday facades and release themselves through drinks and dance. Like a child eager to roam the zoo, Kylie tugged Tara's arm gently, directing her to the crowding dance floor. "Let's go, girl! Time's a-wastin'!" Tara followed her willingly with a smile as they quickly grabbed an available space. She couldn't help but admire her best friend as Kylie surrendered to the music, letting the mesmerizing trance that played throughout take her as it wished. While Tara's body moved somewhat clumsily, Kylie was a goddess when it came to dancing. The swaying of her hips was a seduction unto itself, which was evident by the eyes of the surrounding men and women which roamed from their partners. Being bisexual, she was quite comfortable, even flattered, by the lustful looks of both genders and she couldn't help but be a little bit of a tease as she swayed her body all the more sensuously. As the crowd thickened all around them, the two women began dancing closer together and Kylie put her arms around Tara's waist, the gesture reciprocated as Tara's arms went up and surrounded Kylie's neck. If it hadn't been for the incredible ease developed over the years, Tara wouldn't have let her dance with her in this almost intimate way. Yet she held no hesitation when it came to having fun with Kylie. As things between her and Paul had been continuously moving along the downward spiral, she once entertained the concept of being with a woman even though she never had the desire to in the past. She had always been straight. When she briefly considered such, she knew that the only woman she could ever be comfortable with in that sort of a relationship would be Kylie. As the environment of the dance club continued to soak into their systems, coaxing them to feel all the more uninhibited as the hard-driving beats pounded into their ears, Tara's hands began to slowly glide down Kylie's back and she gave her ass a quick squeeze, laughing as she was unable to help herself. Kylie gave a bit of a gasp, not having expected such a move from her long-time friend. "Oh, feeling frisky, are we?" Following Tara's comfortable, playful lead, she grinned as her hands moved down to greet Tara's ass with a squeeze of her own, all the while gently pressing closer against her body. As Tara felt her do this, she couldn't help but be caught off-guard as her body reacted to the intimate grab and close proximity of Kylie's body. She could feel arousal gradually begin to pool between her legs and it shocked her somewhat....yet....it excited her. Was she becoming attracted to her best friend? Was it a possibility that they could have a sexual relationship? She tried her best to mask her surprise through her smile and dancing, not wanting things to become awkward for the both of them. They reveled in the playful sensuality they purposely exuded as they continued to dance amid the crowd. There was a certain aspect of it being naughty that was thrilling to the both of them. It wasn't long that Tara started to notice a look in her best friend's eyes as she smiled all the while. It was a gaze that seemed seductive, one of mutual attraction. As her eyes locked with Kylie's, entranced yet curious as to what her best friend was feeling and thinking, the movement of her body began to slow to a gradual stop. Oh God, did she somehow sense Tara's bodily reaction? Was she also possibly attracted to her, wanting to be with her in that way? Kylie had felt the subtle tremble that went through her best friend's body as she'd playfully squeezed Tara's ass and had pressed closer to her. The juncture between her legs couldn't help but ache with sweet need and desire as she secretly savored the feel of her body in her hands and against her breasts. Oh, she had a magnificent body....so soft and sweet, definitely tempting. For the past couple of months, she had become all the more aware of Tara as a potential partner, yet she refused to make any prior advances, knowing of her friend's sexual orientation and wanting to respect that along with her marriage, despite the fact that it was failing. As she watched and felt Tara's body slow to a stop, a bit of worry entered her. Oh, shit, did Kylie's inner reaction cause her to be uncomfortable? Did she even sense it? Why was she stopping? She tried to keep her smile for Tara, but it didn't work out quite as well as she hoped as she, too, slowed to a stop and looked to Tara with some concern. "Is everything alright, hon?" Tara's eyes blinked for the first time in what seemed like forever as Kylie's voice snapped her back to reality and she couldn't help a bit of blushing that rushed to her cheeks. Fortunately, with the constant movement of the colored lights all around them, it wasn't noticeable. "Yeah....yeah, of course. Why shouldn't everything be alright?" Tara managed to give her an assuring smile, all the while trying to keep the warmth gathering in her chest and in her panties unknown to Kylie. Wanting to get away from the thick crowd upon the dance floor, she gestured to the bar. "Want a drink?" Kylie nodded as her smile remained. "Yeah, I'm parched." Despite her best friend's smile and assuring words, she couldn't help but continue to sense some sort of shock within Tara. But she didn't wanna push her. She knew that if anything was really troubling her, it would come out of her own accord. Keeping her silence, she followed Tara to the bar, rather grateful for the chance to sit down for a minute and think over a drink. As they reached the bar, Tara gave a light slap to the bar to get the busy bartender's attention. "Two beers, please." With a relaxing sigh, she set herself down in one of the stools and Kylie joined her in the one next to her. The two women then gazed into the large mirror upon the wall behind the bar, watching as the men and women behind them continued to move in their individual ways to the heightened, more frantic pace of the newest song to hit the dance charts. As they received their beers, they each took in a gulp, all the while pondering the questions concerning their own reactions as well as the possibility of the other. While the energy within the club remained seductive to the other present occupants, an energy specific to Tara and Kylie began to build between them, equally seductive, though in a very different way. Though there was a certain level of each being uncomfortable, they couldn't deny to themselves the fact that they were reacting to each other's touch, to the closeness of the other's body. Another sip of beer was taken by the both of them. Then another....and another....and another. Each sip bringing them not to inebriation, but to the realization that indeed they themselves felt a physical as well as emotional attraction to the other. They'd been best friends for so long, it shouldn't have been this surprising. Plus, they'd always been so comfortable and at ease with one another, even though this was one of the very few incidents in which awkwardness hung in the air between them. They soon finished their beers and Kylie turned to her best friend, a smile of renewed vigor gracing her face. She cocked her head to the side towards the dance floor, gesturing to it. "Care to go again?" She was rather hopeful, even eager, to dance as close with her as she did before, but she tried her best to not get her hopes too high. After all, there was a definite chance that Tara may be wary or not even want to get that close a second time. With a warm smile of her own, Tara looked to the bustling crowd then returned her gaze to Kylie, nodding in response. "Why not? Let's give these people a run for their money." The two women grinned and laughed brightly as they slid off the bar stools and returned to the dance floor. As they once again managed to find a spot, Kylie was quite surprised as well as elated when Tara resumed the close dancing position as before, encircling her best friend's waist with her arms. She wasn't able to suppress a quiet moan before it passed her lips as she felt Tara's breasts press gently into hers. Her hands, which surrounded Tara's body in return, began to glide down as if guided by an unseen force, then came to a stop at her best friend's beautiful bottom, resting there to savor the soft curves which dwelled beneath the fabric of her tight-fitting pants. "You don't mind, do you?," Kylie asked, her voice attempting to rise above the loud, pounding beats. Tara's eyes and smile seemed more at ease as opposed to their first dance of the night and she gently shook her head as her own hands moved down to rest upon Kylie's butt as well, reciprocating the motion. "Not if you don't." When she had returned her arms around her best friend's waist moments before, she thought she'd heard Kylie moan in response, yet she wasn't entirely sure. The music was so loud that it was difficult to hear her voice at its normal volume, let alone a subtle moan. But the very possibility that she did made Tara all the more excited. The music surrounded them as though it were a lover, almost tangibly embracing the two as they danced with playful sensuality. Many of the men that looked their way appeared envious in their gazes, wishing that they had two women that would do the same and more for their erotic enjoyment. Even Tara was relishing this about as much as Kylie, getting a strange kick out of potentially having something that so many men wanted. On and on, the dancing continued. About three hours after first stepping into the club for the evening, they were ready to head back home. They were exhausted, but pleasantly so, grateful to have been able to shake off the tension, worry, and sadness that had plagued them, Tara in particular, earlier in the day. And so, with smiles of sweet relief, Kylie led Tara out to her car, got in, started the engine, then pulled away from the curb. Birthday Surprise The door unlocked and opened as Kylie entered and turned on the lights inside her home, Tara following just behind and making her way to the sofa. There she sat herself down and laid back lazily against the cushions with a contented sigh. "Whoo....thanks for tonight, Kylie," she said with a smile upon looking up her best friend's warm face. "You have no idea how much this meant to me." "Don't thank me just yet," said Kylie with a bit of a grin. "Your birthday isn't over yet. Come on." She gestured for Tara to follow her as she made her way into the bedroom. With definite curiosity as to what more Kylie had up her sleeve, she pulled herself off of the sofa and walked after her. Kylie went to the side of her bed and sat down, turning on the lamp at her nightstand as she did so. She patted the space next to her, a hint of something naughty in her eyes. With an emerging grin of her own, Tara sat next to Kylie. "Uh-oh. I must be in for it, huh?," she said with a giggle. Instead of a verbal response, Kylie reached under her bed and pulled out a black box decorated with a red ribbon. It was shaped rather like a shoebox, but Tara had a feeling that its contents were a far cry from shoes. Eager to see what it held within, she gently pulled the ribbon loose and, as it fell to the floor, she lifted the lid. From her mouth flew boisterous laughter as she lifted into her hand a six-inch chocolate penis, her eyes wide with humorous shock. "Happy birthday!!," Kylie exclaimed as she, too, laughed, taking great joy out of the surprised look upon her best friend's face. "You bitch!," Tara said jokingly as her eyes moved from the gift to Kylie then back to the gift. "I can't believe you got me this!" "Just think of it as a strong hint that I want something similar when I match your age in a couple of months." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively as laughter erupted from the two women once again. When they caught their breath, Kylie nodded to the erotic gift, her grin never leaving her face. "Go ahead, take a bite." Tara considered it for a moment, then nodded an "Ok." She opened her mouth and took a slow bite of the mushroom-shaped head. A gasp of further surprise escaped her as she was greeted with thick, white cream which began to ooze from where she bit into it. She giggled as she looked to Kylie, her eyes conveying an "only-you-would-do-this-to-me" gaze as the tip of her tongue emerged, gathering up the cream as it began to thickly flow. "Mmmm....," she moaned as she did so. It was so sweet....so erotically sweet. As Tara enjoyed her gift, Kylie had her eyes fixed upon her. She couldn't help but be entranced as she watched her best friend's full, pouty lips wrap around the chocolate head. The tongue that licked up the cream filling beckoned her, causing wet warmth to gather between her legs as she sat mere inches from Tara. Unable to help nor stop herself, she leaned forward and parted her lips, extending her tongue to taste some of the cream filling for herself as a bit of it managed to evade Tara's savory mouth. In the process, Kylie's tongue grazed Tara's. Though it was partly unintentional, it nevertheless caused a shiver of pleasure to travel the length of Kylie's spine and coaxed a moan of her own out from within her throat. Comfort Amid An Inevitable Divorce Tara's blue eyes met her best friend's and she released an erotic sigh as she took another bite of the penis, her lips venturing closer to Kylie's. She couldn't help but take notice of the physical beauty Kylie possessed. Her auburn hair fell in a mane upon her shoulders, framing her soft, yet vibrant face. Her green eyes were like prized emeralds, luring any and all into their depths. And her lips....oh, God, those lips! She watched as Kylie moved closer and began to devour the treat with her, the very sight of it making the hair at the back of her neck stand on end, not in fear or anxiety, but in excitement. God, how she wanted to kiss her right then and there! As she felt her best friend's tongue come in the most brief contact with her own, she could feel an arousing warmth travel from her heart to her crotch, moving and flowing as thickly as the cream they savored. Taking that as a sign that she wanted more, Tara decided that it was now or never. Hence, she crossed the breath of distance that separated them and met Kylie's lips in a gentle kiss, one made sweeter by the sharing of the novelty penis and hinting at an equally sweet aching that ran deeper within yet still held back. Kylie's eyes widened as she received this kiss, having not expected Tara to make such a bold move, at least for her. Yet it let loose the powerful desire for her that dwelled within and she wasn't about to back out now. She returned the kiss, though not hesitantly as Tara did. She couldn't stop the passion that was pouring forth through their lips' embrace, moaning softly as she felt how soft and delectable her lips were to her. She closed her eyes, in part to fully enjoy this moment and in part to prepare herself for a possible slap in the face. When the latter didn't occur, she slowly opened her eyes to find those of her friend's now closed and she felt Tara's lips dance with the same intensity as she let go of her initial hesitation. The bitten-into chocolate penis dropped from Tara's hand as all of her attention was now focused upon Kylie and the unexpected pleasure she was feeling at that moment. Not caring about the gooey mess that now resided upon the floor, the hand that held the erotic gift went slowly to one of her partner's breast, shaping the curves and feeling the weight of it through the fabric of the shirt. Tara moaned once again as she could feel Kylie's nipple hardening beneath with each swipe her thumb made across it. Mmmm...so hard....so perky. She felt a tongue venture into her mouth as her lips parted, tasting and exploring as her own tongue greeted the invasion. Kylie had dreamt of this so many times before and now it was finally coming true. She was almost tempted to pinch herself to see if she was indeed asleep, but decided against it. After all, if this was a dream, she sure as hell never wanted to wake up. With a bit of reluctance, she pulled away from Tara, only to open her eyes and gaze at her with unbridled passion as she stood and slowly began to rid herself of her clothes, taking her time despite being eager for more. She knew that this was Tara's first time ever being intimate with woman and she didn't want to be demanding and rush things. She wanted her to be at ease and as comfortable as possible. Any question of Tara's level of comfort quickly vanished as her hands reached for Kylie and she helped her out of her clothes, caressing her body as more and more of her skin became exposed. As soon as her best friend's wardrobe were a pile upon the floor, she, too, rose to her feet began to remove her attire. All the while, Kylie reciprocated in helping her, her hands following the path of every curve she possessed as Tara revealed her body to her. Once the second set of clothes joined the first, the two women stared at each other in both awe and sweet desire, admiring their individual contours of equal beauty and grace. Tara whispered almost breathlessly as her eyes traveled up and down Kylie's form. "God, girl....you're so beautiful." Kylie smiled as she approached her, one hand coming up to caress Tara's neck-length medium-blonde hair as her other hand went 'round to pull their bodies close together. "So are you, Tara. You're so sexy to me. I've always thought of you as that....and more." Tara's arms surrounded Kylie in return and her bright blue eyes blinked with surprise as she learned of her best friend's long-time attraction to her. "You mean....your attraction to me isn't a recent thing?" Kylie smiled all the more as she lightly shook her head. "Not at all. For a while now, I've fantasized about you, but I kept it secret since, number one, I didn't know how you'd react if I told you and, number two, I wanted to remain respectful of your marriage to Paul." With color rushing to her cheeks, Tara grinned half-shyly, half-wickedly as she admitted, "And I thought the fantasizing was just one-sided." It was now Kylie's turn to blink in surprise. "You mean, you....?" Tara nodded slowly. "Yeah. I mean, I considered us on more than one occasion. I always knew that you were the only one I would ever feel comfortable enough with if ever I tried a lesbian relationship." Kylie's heart couldn't help but melt at her best friend's admission. "Oh, Tara....you have no idea how wonderful it makes me to hear that from you. I'll never hurt you, baby....never." As Tara heard her speak those words from her heart, her own began to sweetly melt as well. And when she heard the term "baby" uttered to her in such a natural manner, as though Kylie had always called her that, the heat that melted her heart pooled all the more in between her legs. She could feel her pussy becoming increasingly slick with wetness and a moan escaped her as she felt it. Now knowing how they truly felt about each other, Kylie embraced her lover's lips once more with her own, all the while Tara began to lower herself back upon the bed, taking Kylie with her. Her body sank slightly into the welcoming mattress as Kylie's body draped hers, the two fitting together in near perfect harmony. The heat the two were generating began to surround them in a sort of invisible cocoon, cradling them as their lips tasted and savored each other, their hands roaming and exploring each other. Tara's hands made their way down to Kylie's ass where she gave it a squeeze different to the one at the club. She lingered there, wanting to feel the beautiful flesh in her grasp as her tongue snaked itself once more into Kylie's mouth. Kylie moaned at the squeeze her ass was receiving. God, Tara's hands felt so good to her....gentle, yet hungry in their touch. Almost possessive in a loving way. As her tongue met Tara's and they began to orally massage each other, one of her hands started a journey towards one of Tara's breasts. Upon arrival, she caressed the soft, full mound, feeling and loving the weight of it in her hand as Tara did to her moments before. Her lips pulled away and she began a trail of kisses down her partner's chin, neck, and upper chest, reaching the held breast and her mouth enveloped the exposed nipple. She moaned as her tongue danced around the nipple several times before stopping to suckle it gently, coaxing it to harden into a peak. Tara whimpered as her lips felt bereft of Kylie's, but as she moved downward to the destination of the breast and began to ravish it with her mouth, Tara moaned all the more, her sounds of pleasure mixing with her lover's as she felt her nipple harden for her. Not wanting her to be deprived of any pleasure she herself was experiencing, one of Tara's hands cradled Kylie's head to her chest as her other hand moved down in between them and found the nest of soft, trimmed hair that covered Kylie's pussy. As she touched it, she felt the warm wetness that began to seep through it and it turned her one even more. She began to cradle the womanly mound in her palm, gently pressing into it as her fingers massaged the outer lips, hoping it was please Kylie. She got her answer in a moment's notice as Kylie moaned a bit louder, feeling her sexual juices accumulate all the more due to Tara's touch. She began to lightly grind her hips against her lover's hand in an attempt to feel Tara's fingers inside of her. In her intensifying desire for more, she captured Tara's nipple in between her teeth and gave gentle, occasional tugs as the tip of her tongue lashed against the hard peak. Tara responded by giving Kylie what she wanted, all the while releasing soft cries amid her loving moans. She slowly inserted two fingers into Kylie's pussy, realizing that she was as wet as herself as her fingers slid deep into her. Once as far in as they could go, she began to move them in and out of her slowly, wanting Kylie to feel every stroke her fingers made. "You like that, baby?," she whispered to her. "You like that, Kylie? You want more?" Kylie whimpered with such sweet need as her mouth released Tara's nipple, which was now glistening from oral pleasure. "Yes," she managed to moan out. "Oooh, God, yes. That feels....so good....ohhh." Her head moved back up to Tara's and she gazed lustfully into her eyes as she wanted her to experience the same thing. The hand that held Tara's breast captive moved down to her equally-wet pussy and she decided to up the ante a bit by inserting three fingers deep inside of her, feeling the slick walls clamp down in ecstasy as she began to move them in and out at the same pace as Tara's fingers. Tara couldn't help but relish the somewhat taboo aspect of this as she felt Kylie fingering her pussy, making her feel oh so good in return. The fact that it was not only her best friend doing this to her, but her best friend being a woman and doing this to her was an unanticipated excitement that surged through her -- mind, body, and soul. She began to spread her legs further apart as Kylie pleasured her from above, not wanting her to ever stop. "Oh, God, Kylie....don't stop.....please don't stop....more....ohh, God, baby, more!" An idea came into Kylie's mind as they both continued to mutually finger-fuck one another, one that brought a devilish grin to her face. "Ohh, it's about to get....a whole lot better." She slowly removed her fingers from Tara's soaking womanhood and raised them to her mouth. Parting her lips, she began to clean her fingers of her best friend's nectar, their eyes locked all the while as Kylie moaned to her, savoring how intoxicatingly sweet Tara was. As she removed her fingers from within her mouth, she whispered as she brought her lips to those of her lover. "Taste how sweet you are, baby." And with that, she kissed Tara with such passionate depth, moaning as she shared with Tara the cum that lingered upon her tongue and lips. Tara moaned with just as much passion as the taste of her own nectar was made sweeter and more erotic by way of Kylie's inviting mouth. Her mind all the while raced with possible ideas as to what her loving friend had further in store for her. As Kylie slowly pulled away, her grin remained as the hand closest to the head of the bed reached under the pillows and pulled out a double-ended dildo. She wiggled her eyebrows with wicked, yet blatant suggestion as she saw her lover's eyes widen once again with surprise as well as eagerness. "Are you ready for this, Tara, love?" Tara's chest began to rise and fall faster and harder as her breathing became heavier. That coupled with her eyes of carnal hunger let Kylie know that she desperately wanted to feel all the pleasure that Kylie was willing to bestow upon her. She licked her lips as her eyes were momentarily fixed upon the toy within her best friend's hand, then her blue orbs returned their attention to the holder. "Mmmm....please fuck me, Kylie....I want you to so badly....I want you. Please, Kylie, take me, please!" The sweet urgency in Tara's voice needed no reinforcement and Kylie laid herself on her side next to her love's beautiful body. She then helped Tara turn on her side to face her before moving both of her hands down in between them and using them to guide one end of the dildo deep into her own pussy. With a long moan as the toy filled her wet core, she then took hold of the other end and bent it towards Tara's outer lips. With slow, gentle guidance, she slid it deep into her best friend's beautiful womanhood, all the while watching the pleasure blanketing Tara's features as it went in. Once their bodies had devoured both ends of the dildo, Kylie's fingers of one hand took hold of the midsection and she began to move it back and forth in between them slowly at first, one end moving in one of the women as the other end moved out. Tara moaned and softly cried out to Kylie as the dildo invaded her pussy repeatedly, absolutely loving this form of intimacy as she bent her head to her lover's neck and nibbled all along the tender skin. Her hands, hating not being occupied, immediately went to Kylie's back and she trailed her fingernails up and down her spine lightly, teasingly. Kylie shuddered in sweetest ecstasy as she felt Tara's nails move up and down her back, the sensation so erotic as she took Tara's earlobe into her mouth and began to suckle upon it, bathing it with her tongue as she also nibbled upon it. Her moans of increasing volume and intensity created the most subtle, yet arousing vibrations upon the skin of her lover's earlobe and her hand down in between them began to piston the dildo faster, wanting Tara to feel the greatest pleasure possible and for herself to be carried away right along with her. Tara's cries of ecstasy grew louder and louder as did Kylie's, their sounds of pleasure mixing together to form a sensual symphony as they made love at an ever-increasing pace. Her hips began to buck of their own accord, aching to take more of the dildo into her. "Ohhh, God, Kylie...this feels...so good....ohh, God, yesss....don't stop, baby....please don't stop!!....ohhhhhh....ohhhhhh!!!" One of her hands moved down to join Kylie's, helping her to move it even faster and harder between them, each end of the toy pounding deep into their tight pussies. As Kylie gazed down between their naked bodies, she could see as each end alternatively emerged the surface of the dildo being coated in their juices, making her all the more excited and wet. She felt the gentle love in Tara's hand as it moved with her own, the toy fucking them and, in essence, the two lovers fucking each other all the more passionately. Kylie draped one of her legs over Tara's, pulling her body even closer together as the hands that held the dildo began to frantically thrust it into each other, their heightened cries signaling that they were both seconds away from climaxing. Kylie's deep green eyes burned with fiery, passionate need into Tara's and her voice emerged in husky whispers of sweet demand. "Cum for me, Tara!....cum for me, baby!. Ohh, God, I'm so close, Tara....so close....oooooh yesssss!!!" Tara's blue eyes were bright with pleasures unknown as she felt herself teetering upon the edge of orgasmic bliss and she cried out to Kylie with just as much need. "Kylie, ohh, God!! I wanna....explode for you....ohhhh, baby, so close....so close!!! Ohhhhh!!!" Within moments, she felt her entire body tremble as her orgasm took over, the mind-boggling ecstasy surging through every inch of her as she arched her back, screams of intense pleasure filling the room. "Kylie...I--....I'm....I'm CUMMING!!!!! Ohhhhhhhh God yessss!!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" As she watched her best friend-turned-lover reach the height of ecstasy, it triggered Kylie's own orgasm and her body joined Tara's in trembling, her own climactic cries matching and merging with her love's. "Yes, Tara, YES!!!!!! Ohhhhhhh, God, baby....I--....I'm cumming!!!!!!! Yesssssss, ohhhhhhhh God!!!!!!!" The two women held on tightly to one another as together they fell down a seemingly endless abyss of earth-shattering pleasure. As brief as those moments actually were, they wanted them to go on forever, to be swept into their own personal heaven while in each other's arms. The intense experience gradually subsided and their bodies grew limp upon the bed. Tara couldn't help but moan softly as she felt her sweet cum trickling out of her pussy, all the more so as Kylie slowly removed the double-ended dildo from within the both of them. She gazed from her lover's eyes down to their pussies, smiling as she looked upon the mess they each made. One of her hands went down and she inserted two fingers once again into Kylie's womanhood, coaxing a moan out of her as she gathered some of her nectar and brought it up to taste it for herself. Long, sensuous moans emerged as her lips and tongue cleaned her fingers of the delicious cum, her partner all the while watching with eyes of love and contentment. Kylie wrapped her arms around Tara once again and she gently rolled them over, Tara now resting on top of her. With a warm smile, she breathed "Happy birthday, baby" before kissing her deeply, tasting the cum that lingered within Tara's delectable mouth. She moaned as she savored the feeling of being pinned beneath Tara's soft, beautiful body, the happiness and peace she was experiencing after having made love to the one person she truly loved with all of her heart. Tara returned the tender kiss with such gratitude, happy beyond measure that this had happened between them. It was a love like none other, one that she knew was pure and true and indestructible, a far cry from the love that once held her marriage together. With Kylie by her side and their relationship having reached a level that made them closer and stronger than ever before, she would make the transition of divorcing Paul far easier and smoother. Comfort & Care In moments of fuzzy awareness, Darlene felt herself being carefully taken care of. Someone rolled her over, arms or legs were shifted around, and her whole body was being washed or cleaned. Every time she puked, someone softly wiped her face and chest clean. When she had the shits or pissed on herself, someone was removing the towel, maybe it was a diaper, and cleaning her up as if she were a 6 month old baby. She felt someone lift her legs up by the ankles and spread her legs, putting an oil or salve around her crotch and around her asshole. A burning irritation made her hiss with a sharp pain when the salve was rubbed on. It seemed to go away after the salve was rubbed into her skin. She knew no one was supposed to ever touch her like that; but it felt different and it felt nice, very nice. The hand touching her ass and her crotch was s-o-o-o-o-o-o smooth in the way she was being massaged all around her asshole and her butt cheeks. Whoever “they” were had also kept her pussy cleaned up and oiled as well. It felt slick when she crossed her legs or moved them, making her pussy lips slide back and forth. Darlene cried herself to sleep several times. Nothing was making sense. She had no control over her body functions or her own body. No person had ever touched her like she was being touched. Being nude except for whatever it was she had on that felt like a diaper and not able to control her body functions bothered Darlene. She knew this wasn’t her dorm room at the girls’ college. The lights were always low; shades never opened, making it damn hard to tell what time it was. Thoughts cruised through her mind someone was getting her up to go to the bathroom, spending a lot of time wiping her ass for her and changing sheets, as she drifted into of sleep again. Darlene was managed a weak, “What … what did you say?”, but she couldn’t get her head up to see who was talking to her. “Who is talking to me … who’s asking?” Darlene asked as she heard her own weak, scared little girl voice speaking. “It’s your Uncle Gerre, sweetheart.” said Gerre. “You’ve been sick for almost 5 weeks. I picked you up at the college medical unit when the medical staff called your parents. They called me and asked that I go retrieve you. You’ve been here ever since; I’ve been taking care of you.” “Uhmmm, where is here, Uncle Gerre?” asked Darlene as she tried to focus on where he was in the room. She didn’t remember him; hell, she couldn’t even recall ever meeting him. She knew the name but did not recall him or ever meeting him. She knew he was her mother’s brother but that was about all she knew. “Here is in my home here in San Francisco, “said Gerre, “I came here about the time you were probably born. I just returned from New China when your mother called me and asked if I would retrieve you from school.” Gerre was moving about the room picking up things and moving a chair nearer the bed side as he as talking to his niece. “Uncle Gerre,” Darlene asked her uncle, “What makes me feel so damn bad? I itch all over, and.... and ….. even my butt hurts when I cough.” “Well,” replied Gerre, “the doctors first thought you had the flu but the tests showed you contracted Scarlet Fever. It’s kicked your ass for almost a month. That’s why all the shades are drawn and the medication I’m giving you makes you sleepy. You need to stay in the dark as much as possible to protect you eyes.” “I got to pee,” Darlene urgently realized, “and I mean like now!” She was trying to sit up back could not get the energy to move. Darlene was amazed how easily her uncle scooped her up and headed down a wide hallway. It was suddenly obvious she was almost nude as she felt her skin against his skin as he held her next to his chest going down the hallway. He had no shirt on and he was in excellent physical condition. Feeling herself blush all over was only outweighed by the need to piss badly. “This is interesting,” she thought, “how much has he seen … done …. while I was out?” as they rounded the corner to enter the bathroom. That thought flew out of her mind as Gerre deftly sat her on the commode in such a manner that he gently peeled the diaper cloth off her and quickly spread her butt cheeks as he propped her up on the seat. Darlene sucked in a surprised breath as her uncle propped her arm on the sink edge, and then reached between her legs to separate her pussy lips with his fingers as she started to piss. He turned and quietly left the bathroom. She relaxed her bladder muscles and let a literal flood of urine loose. She didn’t care if it splashed back up on her as long as it hit the pot. As Darlene sat there, she was beginning to feel some better. She felt herself while thinking about that expert touch of her uncle’s hand on her pussy. She must have lost weight because she felt smaller all around. Even her boobs felt a size or so smaller as she squeezed each one and held them in her hands. She would have to see if she was still a 34C cup. The thought entered her mind that NO man had ever touched her there, not even her father when she was a baby. Her uncle did it in such a smooth, easy manner that she had no time to feel embarrassed he had touched her “privates”, as her mother so religiously reminded her that’s what she called them. “Feeling much better, now?” her uncle asked as he came back into the bathroom. “You should be about 3 gallons lighter!” Darlene felt herself blush again as she answered, “Yes, but I’m sitting here on the can stark naked! When did I have clothes on?” she asked as she tried vainly to cover some of her exposed body. “And looking damn nice as ever,” replied Gerre as he looked his niece all over for the umpteenth time. “But to answer your question, it’s been almost three weeks since I bothered to put any clothes on you except those makeshift diaper things. It’s easier to give you a sponge bath and change the sheets than dress you every time.” Her uncle was relating some general information about things in the past as he picked her up, took her back, and laid her on the bed again. He made no attempt at all to cover her up because the room was very warm. “And, yes,” her uncle continued, “I have seen, cleaned, washed, oiled, and pampered every part of your body front to back, top to bottom.” Darlene suddenly felt the urge to cough. Before she could move or say anything it happened; she coughed, soiled herself and the bed. This having no control of her bodily functions caused her to start crying. “Uncle Gerre,” Darlene said between sobs, “I … I ….I’m sorry …. I just crapped myself. I‘m so sorry. Oh God, I feel so bad…” and she began to cry. “Don’t worry,” said Gerre softly, “this is the first time you’ve been awake enough to know what you’ve been doing 3 – 4 times a day. I’ll get you cleaned up enough to get you in the tub where you can relax.” Darlene lay very still as her uncle did exactly as he promised he would do. It felt terribly strange and terribly interesting all at once. She couldn’t believe she was letting her uncle hold her feet together at the ankles, then lift them up until she was laying there with her knees spread wide open and all of her most private body parts totally exposed to him. Gerre carefully held her feet together just above her lower stomach but he pushed her knees up toward her chest. This forced the entire length of her crotch and pussy from front to back to open up to him. He had a total view of his niece from the beginning of her cleft at her clit to the indent above her tailbone. From at the top of her pussy to the area past her reddened asshole, he could see every part of her feminine anatomy. This had become a common view for him in the past month. Her most intimate female openings were common views for him now. Gerre carefully wiped Darlene clean around her asshole, inside her thighs and the backs of her legs, and around the sides of her outer pussy lips. He cleaned Darlene slowly with some kind of soft lotion. He used his right hand to open her pussy enough to look up inside and then wipe them with the same lotion before putting her feet back down on the bed. Darlene winced two or three times as the lotion burned her raw skin, but the fingers sliding the length of her pussy, and slowly probing into her suddenly was very distracting. She realized she was holding her breath waiting for the finger to touch her pussy lips again. Darlene was laying on the large king size bed totally naked and completely exposed to a man she did not even know. Whatever he chose to do to her body; he could do. For some reason, it did not seem wrong to Darlene. It didn’t feel “bad” bad to her like her mother had always fire branded into her brain. He was touching her where absolutely no man had ever “seen daylight”. Every touch was gentle, warm, and careful. Darlene wasn’t sure what to think when he slid his fingers into her pussy and opened it up but it felt different and it certainly felt good. She knew she wasn’t supposed to think that but it did. This was her uncle, or at least according to him he was. He was “indirect family” as her mother was so fond of saying to her about distant relatives. His fingertips spreading the lotion gave her a moment of holding her breath – his touch was damn sure a lot more entertaining than her own fingers had ever been on the few times she tried to play with herself. “Darlene, I’m going to pick you up and take you into the bathroom,” said Gerre. “You haven’t been in a tub or a shower for at least 3 weeks. I’ve been doing sponge and wash cloth baths for you in the bed.” “Okay, said Darlene weakly, “can I just sit and soak for a while… that would really feel so good.” “Sure, honey,” said Gerre, “whatever you feel like you want to do. I’ll see if I can put some lunch together that you can stomach.” As Gerre picked her up, he put her arm around his neck, and then headed back down the same hallway he had just carried her to the vanity bathroom and back. This position put her breasts right to his chest as he walked toward the bathing room. Darlene could easily feel every the ripples in the muscles of his chest and arms as he carried her. If nothing else, she thought, he is in damn good condition for someone his age, whatever that happened to be. She felt her nipples getting hard as small brown berries while rubbing on his skin. He sat her on the commode and propped her up against the sink again while he ran the bath. This was the first good look she had at him, and she was not disappointed to think this was her uncle. He had to be about 6-2 or 6-3, and every inch of him was made up of well defined muscles. His back, his arms, and even his forearms showed that he was in superb shape. Darlene had no idea how old he was; her mother rarely mentioned him or even acknowledged his existence. He was wearing what looked to be military style pants; they were all kinds of different color patterns so she figured they were camouflage. She had only heard about them. Gerre turned around and put his hands out to his niece to take a hold. He carefully helped her stand up; then he backed up as he helped her walk toward the huge antique claw foot tub. Darlene was sore, and she hurt, but it felt good to move her legs. She didn’t even care that she was naked; getting in that tub was the most inviting thing on her mind. Gerre got her feet into the tub and then helped her to sit down. She almost cried when the water touched her raw asshole and her skin, but it leveled off and she could tolerate it after a few minutes. She settled in to the bath water; it felt so good to relax and just soak. Her uncle had put some type of special soap in the water just before he left the bathroom; it made her skin feel soft and silky. There was a handle and a rail on the side of the tub she could hold on to while she relaxed. Darlene slowly rubbed the large bath sponge over her body and just lounged in that wonderful feeling. Darlene didn’t remember falling asleep but her uncle gently awakened her and then helped her out of the cooling bath water. He helped her over to the commode where he wrapped her in a huge terry cloth robe before turning her around and leaning her back to put her head in the sink to wash her hair. “God, I wonder what he doesn’t know how to do?” thought Darlene as her uncle expertly washed and dried her hair. She had been in several hair salons with her mother but nothing could compare to his touch and his skill. It just felt so good to have her hair and her body clean. Her uncle rapidly impressed her with his quiet, subtle ways. She was going to find out why no one in the family ever talked about him; it had to be something pretty big. Or something pretty nasty; either way she was going to find out. Darlene let her uncle carry her back to the bedroom where he placed her in a huge sofa chair while he cleaned the bed and changed the linens. She was again amazed at how quietly, yet swiftly did everything there was to do. The bed was totally stripped clean; new sheets and new pillow covers were in place in about 5 minutes. If nothing else, he was efficient and effective in every step. “Do you want to sit there for a while and relax”, Gerre asked her, “or lay back down?” “I think I’ll stay up for a little while”, Darlene replied, “I like the feeling of having some control again.” “I can appreciate that feeling” said her uncle, “but let’s not overdue it. You still have to be careful of the light with your eyes, and I will need to put the lotion on the places on your body where you are raw from the irritation and blisters.” “Ok,” said Darlene, “how about I stay here in this chair and listen to the radio until I fall asleep?” Her uncle agreed; he put the radio on a local rock station that Darlene seemed to like and shut the door behind him as he left. She could hear him on the telephone as she settled into the sofa chair and just relaxed. It felt so good to be awake, be aware, and be able to feel like she was better. About an hour went by when Gerre came in to wake Darlene and move her onto the bed. She did not care this time when her uncle removed the robe before laying her on the bed again. She liked him and it felt unique to know she was actually naked, totally naked, in front of a man. Her uncle took the oil and was about to put it on her left shoulder when Darlene asked him, “Uncle Gerre, which is better, to put that stuff on the sore spots, or all over?” “Well,” Gerre said, “it’s actually better if I were to put it on you like massage oil. Its’ a similar texture and that would be a lot better for you. I could make this an official 19th birthday present since you were too sick to know when it happened last week.” “Then please do that,” said Darlene, “I’ve never had a real massage.” She was going to see just how far he would go now that she was reasonably awake. It felt good to have him touch her, it was sift, and it was, it was …. Damn good was all that she could think about. He cared what he did, not like the boys at school she had dated on rare instances. Gerre rolled Darlene over on to her stomach and started putting the oils on her back and shoulders. She was right –it felt marvelous. No, better than marvelous, exquisite. His hands followed the contours of every muscle, her back, right down to her tail bone. The oils warmed her skin and his hands warmed the muscles even more. When he got down to her hips and ass, Gerre told her where he was going to out his hands. She could not believe she was letting someone actually spread her butt cheeks, see her asshole, and feel good about them massaging every part of her. Even when Gerre put the oil right on her rectum and rubbed around the muscle ring, she felt fine. She nodded off in a light sleep when her uncle was down to her legs and feet. “Darlene, I’m going to roll you over now honey,” said Gerre, “and start on your front. Is there any place you do not want me to touch?” “No,” said Darlene, “you have done so much, seen so much, while I was sick that it makes no difference now. Whatever you think is right just do it.” Gerre looked at his niece as he warmed the oils on the night stand. She had lost some weight in the 4 weeks she had been sick but she was still a very nice looking girl. He started with a light touch across her forehead and face which made her smile some more and close her eyes. As he moved down to her neck, he smoothed the oils across her shoulders and upper arms. Once he was done there, he moved her arms above her head and put her hands behind the pillow so she would have something to hold on to. Doing this put her in a position where her breasts were completely opened up and clear for him to touch as he wanted. Very slowly so as to not startle her, Gerre rubbed the oils on both her breasts and began to slowly rub and massage each one. They were placed up center-high on her small chest, and being about a 34C they looked large on her frame. He knew that his somewhat naive niece was going to get turned on and get excited by his efforts. That was fine – he might even take her all the way to an orgasm before he was done but he did not want to waste her strength. Gerre was right, Darlene began to breathe differently and more deeply as he massaged and manipulated her breasts. The pinkish nipples were now standing up like hard red berries; he made it a point to gently roll each of them between his thumbs and forefingers. He worked up and down her sides to the points of her hips and back up to her breasts. He stayed above her belly button but worked around the swells of each breast like a man who knows what women love to have done. Darlene’s eyes were closed but the small smile on his face gave him piles of input to gone on. On the other side of that smile Darlene’s mind was doing 900 to nothing. Nothing she had ever tried to do for her own self came into the same universe as what her uncle’s hands were doing to her now. Her nipples were on fire; every touch made her that much closer to something happening. What she had no clue but it had to be good. Every time he rolled or tugged ever so gently on them, she would lift her chest and push it into his hands. He was so, so gentle in touching, but it was driving her up a wall damn quick. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs. That had hardly even happened so she wasn’t sure what that meant. Darlene just did not want him to stop what he was doing. Then, it dawned on Darlene that his hands were gradually moving lower and lower on her stomach. He was getting closer to that place between her legs that her mom told her to never touch. It was nasty for any girl to play with herself “down there”. That’s what she had been grilled with since the first time her mother caught her looking at herself with a mirror at age five. He would never really touch me there, would he? He was working all around her hips and sides, slowly drawing circles with his hands around her belly button and lower stomach. But it seemed like he was always stopping just where her pubic hair began. Darlene decided to just let herself relax and enjoy; he had seen everything and he had cleaned her up plenty so what was the big deal, anyway. Gerre was carefully watching his niece’s face as he worked around her hips and lower stomach. He saw moods cross over her face and he finally saw a new smile settle in place along with her closed eyes. He knew she was wondering/thinking if he was going to touch her crotch and if she did or did not want it to happen. She did not know that he could see how wet she was between her legs. Her own body was telling her thoughts to him, but he had to see that smile before he would commit himself. As Gerre watched her face and saw the smile come into place, he began to work down her thighs and back up the outsides of her legs, but never quite up to her crotch. He had Darlene’s legs apart so he could see that her clit was sticking out from under its usual sheath like a small dark pink pencil nub. He had seen it that it way a dozen or more times in the past month. He had figured out his niece was highly responsive to touching because, unknown to her, she had had maybe 4-5 small orgasms while her uncle has been giving her bed baths in the past month. It did not take much for her clit to start swelling and stick out like a sore thumb. He was purposefully staying away from it until he was ready to send her flying. Every time he had touched her pussy or gotten near her clit while she was really out of it, she had almost gone into a automatic humping of his hand. Comfort & Care Ch. 02 Darlene slowly stretched through her entire body as she began to awaken. She knew it was very early; she sensed the lack of people sounds in her uncle's home. She couldn't believe what her body - and her mind - had experienced the previous evening. She mentally wandered through what her uncle had done to her person with just his hands... that... that... that was totally unbelievable. The massage started out wonderful, but where it went after that; she couldn't yet comprehend what had occurred when her uncle's skilled touch brought her off in orgasm after orgasm until she had totally gone into la-la land.. One thing Darlene did know: that, this morning -- her emotional feelings, her personal feelings -- were superb. She knew she certainly liked how she felt right here and right now. As she recalled what occurred, her right hand fingers wandered down over her flat tummy a little bit while her left hand softly touched, and then cradled the fullness of her right breast. She could feel the nipple start to harden and become more sensitive just as it did last night when her uncle so deliciously massaged them. Touching her own self, as she was doing now, was not something she normally did except rather hurriedly in the shower. And only then to get done, and get on with things of the day. As moments passed, however, she slid her right hand down just toward the top edge of her pubic hair where her female mound was just noticeable. She recalled that first soft, gentle touch by her uncle's fingers along the edge of her pussy hairline. So vividly did she recall that touching the hair on her pussy made it stand up like she had a gotten a chill or had goose bumps. She felt a wonderful ripple through her system just recalling his fingers grazing the edge. Again, she felt herself getting wet; only this time she knew what was going on, and it felt good. As her fingertips ever so slowly felt around the hair line of her pussy, she could feel the puffiness and some tenderness in the outer lip areas "down there." It didn't feel painful, only full like it had been rubbed and slightly irritated. "Shit," she thought to herself, "rubbed isn't even adequate! More like totally MAN handled..."and it felt damn good. A man, a REAL adult male, had not only touched her where no man except the doctor who delivered her had seen - but he had done it with care, in such wonderful ways, and suddenly Darlene did not care whether he was an uncle or a alien from Mars; just please make it happen again. She could NOT believe she actually enjoyed, no took pleasure in, him sticking his finger up her ass!!! He had done it so easily she had not believed he had his finger massaging her up her butt. He didn't just shove it up there; he had played around her asshole in such a way that it felt -okay -when his finger just slid right on up into her asshole. Not dirty, or bad, or shameful as her mother would have said all this was. IT felt good; DAMN good. She'd worry about any family consequences later! Right now, she was moving the pads of her fingertips every so slowly, sliding up and down the outer lips of her pussy trying to imitate and then repeat that touch, that smoothness, of the touch her uncle had used to pleasure her. Yes, that was the best word she knew - pleasure. Just the fingernail of her index finger wandering; a little here and a little there. She was ever so lightly touching, moving, and stirring her pubic hairs around at their very roots. She wasn't quite ready to venture into "fingering herself" as the girls at school had called it. This was more than plenty to overload her senses here and now. As Darlene moved her fingertips, for the first time in her whole life she felt the ridging, the rippled edges of her pussy lips. And she really felt them - slowly up, then down, then with a fingernail she raked over one and that sent a wonderful chill - of a sort - through the very center of her spirit. That's what de did, she thought!! Again, only just right at the edge of the outer lip Darlene used her fingernail to repeat that shock wave. Once or twice, she ventured in between her lips, to feel how they separated and to touch the wetness. Her eyes closed, more and more Darlene teased herself the edges of her pussy so slowly, then fast, then around and around again, until she could feel her pussy lips begin to fill and become more puffy, and more and more sensitive to her touches. This didn't feel irritated, it felt exciting, it felt alive!! Her nipples were harder than small rocks; the more she touched them the more exquisite the pain - pleasure she felt. It hurt to touch or squeeze when they were so hard - but it felt so, so, so good when she did. As she dipped her fingers down between her pussy lips to play in the wetness again where she could feel only her skin, Darlene pulled her fingernail along the inside of the hairline from down between her legs to up near the top of her slit. She wasn't really sure what her uncle had done to her, or with her body, when she had suddenly gone into her warp drive orgasms and had been body humping his hand until she passed out from the intensity. Just then, the sharp, hyper-intense pleasure spike hit her mind and made her mouth turn into a small "o" - when she touched her clit for the first time in her life - she knew she had just discovered her own sexual being. She had to stop, get her breath and her conscience back, and so-o-o-o-o-o slowly touch that place again. And again And again!! More experimenting, more touching, more intense pleasure; the more she did it, the more she found which motions pleased - and which ones drove her almost into another of those "moments" as she now called them. That nubbin that hid under the skin at the top of her slit was beyond being sensitive - it was loaded with dynamite and it was linked to every nerve in her body. Putting pressure on one side of it gave her a charge that was wonderful. IT made her want to cross her legs and try to squeeze it even harder to see if that made the wonderful sensations even better. She was already pulling one of her legs up and out to one side to get more of her pussy lips easy to get to. IT was just - just - exquisite. That was her new favorite word. By accident, she had discovered something unique and special and wonderful about her own self. And she needed no one else's help - or permission. Darlene was thinking how to thank her uncle for introducing her to this revelation - and keep from getting read in the face, when her finger slipped on her own female wetness and clicked across her clit. The response was instantaneous - the pleasure bolt from her pussy went straight from there to the deepest point in her mind, and she had an orgasm right then and there. Her legs crossed hard together and literally slam-shut jerked together to trap her hand in her crotch, which in turn caused her to flick her own clit again, which in turn re-cycled her system all over again. And again, and again!!!! Her body bowed up from the bed, only the back of her head and her feet were still on the mattress while the rest had gone rigid in the attempt to trap and hold that exquisite raging, surging erotic emotional hypoblast ripping through her small body. Her clit had grown triple in size and 1000 time in sensitivity. Time and time again - just like last night, she peaked and re-peaked from the touching, the feeling, and the pressure on just her clit. As Darlene began to come down from that last erotically ethereal high, she realized two fingers of her hand were completely stuck right up inside her, to the lat knuckle. That wasn't all that far considering how small her hands were - but no one, not even the doctor, had ever put anything into her pussy. Not even for her physical for college. She had to endure the doctor sticking his well-greased finger up her ass to maintain her status as a virgin, but that was nowhere like her uncle's touching last night. It felt full to have two of her own fingers stuck inside her, not bad, just full. As she pulled them out, she sensed a temporary emptiness and realized she was still holding her ass up off the bed in some anticipatory position. Slowly she let herself relax and begin to calm down. She felt flushed, not like being ill, but a good, fulfilled flush of success was a good description. Her body was tired, but not that feeling she had earlier of being ill all the time. This was a good, warmed to the heart - or, as she giggled to herself, to the pussy happiness. No wonder her mother didn't want her to discover this; she would have had to do this - whatever it was she was doing to herself - 3-4 times a day for certain. Lying there just languishing in the bed gently playing with, or touching her pussy hair as she relaxed - Darlene realized she was still totally nude. She had no idea where any of her clothes might be placed. And she decided "so what?" My uncle, if that is who he really is, has an idea where they are. "HE will have to provide them for me," Darlene mused to herself, "If he wishes me to cover up!!" It felt excellent to be "bare ass" as her Aunt Helen so loved to whisper under her breath. Darlene was deciding that she was beginning to get better; it was time to start trying to move on her own and let her uncle get some rest. She had spent her entire life staying almost totally covered up BECAUSE her mother made her. She liked the feeling of freedom that her uncle has started for her. Maybe he had not intended it that way - that was fine. She was thinking of some way to repay him as she drifted off to sleep with her fingers still just inside her pussy... Comfort & Care Ch. 03 As Darlene drifted into sleep with a smirk look of contentment, her small fingertips still resting just inside her pussy; a shadowy figure moved away from the dark area near the bedroom door toward her. Gerre slowly extracted himself from the shadows and quietly moved into the iridescent moonlight near her bed. Unknown to Darlene, Gerre had quietly slipped into the room while she was pleasuring herself earlier. She would have never heard him anyway; he’d been expertly trained in being covert in situations that required stealth and silence. Darlene’s moaning and making unusual noises had awakened Gerre; he went quietly down the short hallway to see what was happening. He heard similar noises while she was very sick; high fevers had caused her to hallucinate and have nightmares. He was more than pleasantly surprised to discover she wasn’t having a relapse; better she was having a marvelous time delightfully fingering herself. So engrossed in discovering those wondrous feelings light fingernail stroking of her own pussy lips could give, Darlene wasn’t aware she had been almost humming in time with the self-stroking. Gerre had slipped in through the shadows about the same time Darlene was using her left hand to touch to her distended, hypersensitive nipples. He had watched as her right hand begin the slow, circular slide across her belly toward the top of her female mound. He hadn’t heard these sounds before but that was fine. This sound was not a moaning, or vomiting, or incessant crying jags. It was a low pitched, sensuous, erotic sounding hum. This was a previously inhibited young woman now discovering her sexuality and loving every flick of her own clit she had recently found between her legs. As Gerre remembered the earlier evening; he looked down at Darlene as she lay sleeping. The noise she had made was almost a cat-like lunging as she had tried to bridge her ass up and push her pussy upon his fingers when he had brought her off the previous evening. He had to be quicker than her upward moving hips or he would have split her hymen. As she had peaked with ever stronger orgasms, her legs locked around Gerre’s arm, fixing his fingers to put more pressure on her clit. Any motion on that amazingly hypersensitive nub sent her climbing higher, humping harder, and literally flinging her pussy upward. Each motion caused his finger to press even harder against the hooded pubis groove and that acted like lightening. Her legs twitched, each cycle was stronger and more erotically charging her system. She was so wet Gerre had no problem sliding his fingers any place he wanted. Her slender, bare legs were splayed outward, her knees pointed outward so her pussy was open to his view. Although he had seen her nude nearly every day, cleaned her up when she was very ill, moved her body parts to clean her, he still thought she was quite beautiful for someone of her small stature. He’d seen all her feminine parts in either good or bad times. Seeing her laying open like she was now, that was just a simple pleasure for him to allow himself. Her fingers were still just inside the engorged outer lips; he could tell they couldn’t go very far into her. He could see the inner pinkness of her vagina and the sparse, auburn colored hair she had on her pubic mound. He looked to see if she had ventured a finger into her asshole but her other fingers were curled up against the pussy lips. As he retrieved a warm wash cloth to clean her, he could smell the wonderful feminine aroma from the fluids her pussy had literally poured out of her body as she had orgasmed this evening. It was a young, womanly scent Gerre quickly recognized as being unique to Darlene. It would be hers for her entire life. Gerre thought, “That’s her signature mating smell”; as he looked over her body and quiet face. Her nipples were just beginning to spread back out into their half - dollar –sizes from the tight, darkish brown berries she’d been so deliberately pinching and twisting moments earlier. As he used the warm cloth to wipe her breasts, they started to immediately tighten back up into those sensitive, hard buttons. He slowed his motions and stayed away from them to let her system relax. She was smiling in her sleep; Gerre registered that as a sign of improvement as compared to recent illness grimaces. He had noticed her breasts were somewhat smaller in the past month as she lost had weight while sick. Gerre swore he’d make sure she was fed and cared for until her strength and weight were no longer issues; she could once more become independent. Inwardly he smiled as he thought, “A hell of a lot more independent than a month ago!” He had felt the first day he had undressed Darlene that the “center line” look of her pussy was about as clean and straight as he had ever seen. She had sparse pubic hair; probably because she was maturing late. Her pussy lips with the smooth edges were always obvious. It was simple to see when she was becoming excited. The inner pussy lips would swell outward so much that they pushed the outer lips back into equally puffy piles on both sides when giving her a bath. She had the lighter-darker skin pattern around her pussy humans gain once puberty kicks in, but she was so lightly patterned she was more a pale pink all over. As she became excited, Gerre noted she became more a warm pink; her pussy opened out like a rose. Gerre watched something happen that he hadn’t observed before as he started wiping her lower abdomen. As he moved toward her pubis mound, he watched intently as her clit began swelling and pushing outward from under the protective hood. Her clit filled and became rigid like a small penis. As Gerre continued his slow circular motion, her clit became more pronounced, fuller, and stuck farther out. He carefully lowered his free hand over the top of her clit with the palm down. Without touching her, he could feel the heat coming from her. Fully distended, her clit had to be sticking almost three quarters of an inch out and slightly upward. He believed he saw her clit actually throb a little bit with her heartbeat. Her breathing motions caused it to slide back and forth under the hood; that seemed to cause it to swell and become more distended. As Gerre continued to enjoy this wondrous revelation, Darlene’s legs moved farther apart and upward so her crotch and undersides of her legs were almost evenly spread; the inside leg tendons were very pronounced going into her pussy. He saw her inner lips became obvious in their increasing fullness and pink coloration. The outer lips were already full and puffy; the inner lips were pushing farther out to resemble a warm pink rose. Her clit was standing out and throbbing ever so slightly; her pussy showing signs of moisture and plenty of female wetness. Of the adult women Gerre had met in his worldly travels, the last 5 minutes were more entertaining and entrancing than any of them. This was simplistic action at its best and beauty at its finest. Darlene was radiating heat from her pussy like a volcano ready to explode. He was the wonderful recipient of her transformation from a meek, inhibited girl-child his sister preferred so she could dominate her life, into a sensuous woman. As he watched her pussy lips become more swollen, more pinkened, Gerre reached into his shorts to move his dick to ease some the pressure on the hardness. He couldn’t allow Darlene to know that he got a tremendous erection every time he was around her or touched her. She was too naïve to know what was hanging hard between his legs; he was sure his sister grilled it out of her mind. She’d probably freak out if he were to allow her to even see a male penis, or know his terrific, painful hardness was due to her innate beauty. Gerre waited until he saw Darlene’s feminine version of a wet dream subside before he deftly used the cloth to clean her pussy, fingers and hands, and slowly push her legs together. She had crossed her legs several times in her sleep, causing her pussy lips to rub her overactive clit, in an effort to get more friction on her clit. She would pull back and forth in a slow humping motion, making her clit hood slide back and forth over her clit. He grinned to himself as he squeezed the head of his own dick and then pumped it a few times; this must be how girls have wet dreams and never know how much fun they have asleep. He eased himself out of the dark bedroom and walked back to his bedroom. He made sure he doors were shut before stripping down to walk nude to the oversized shower/ Jacuzzi combo unit. He held his dick in one hand as he walked, slowly stroking the shaft while heading into the shower room. He preferred nudity simply because he had learned to like total body freedom. It was also cheaper on laundry as he chuckled to himself. Darlene had already seemed to like the fact that she could be naked around him and not feel like he was some pervert. As he turned in the shower and adjusted the water to more than slightly warm, he kept slowly pumping his dick whenever he felt like it. Being there to watch Darlene literally lift herself out of the bed in her earlier actions had already put him to dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet He could milk the shaft down to the head and get several drops of seminal fluid every time. Gerre knew he was a little larger than normal in length and girth; his “just almost 8 inches” was really about 7 ¾ inches. It wasn’t some gigantic monster in base diameter like freaks in the porno movies he had seen, it was almost the same size base to tip, ball bag to pee slit on the head end. What was different about Gerre was the size of his balls. Due to an illness his freshman year of high school, his testicles were swollen for nearly a month to double the normal size. When he became healthier, the swelling in his balls left them permanently one-third to one -half larger than normal. It didn’t take long in the showers for other guys to notice he had balls like a Black Angus bull, and that factoid to get out like wildfire to the general school population. Girls would want to date him just to se if it was true he had “bull balls”. The byproduct of having curious females wanting to know about those enormous balls was pleasing because it seemed to have affected his prostate. Gerre could pop load after load and still have another load ready to shoot as soon as he could get it back up. And that was pretty quick even for a teenager. That amazing recuperative power qualified him as top stud if he wanted the honor. It also cursed him because the few times he had been able to have sex with someone; he literally flooded the poor girl with his jumbo loads. Everything would be soaked and covered with his huge cum shots. During the one blow job he had managed from a schoolhouse slut, he nearly drowned her with his non-stop cumming because it felt so extraordinary having a wet, mobile mouth sucking on his dick. He grabbed her hair and tried to drive his dick into her throat just as he fired an oversized load. He was so involved with his knees crumbling as he fired more hot cum into her mouth that he could not stop himself from trying to ram his dick farther into that wonderfully warm mouth. He shot so much into her throat that his cum came back out her nose like someone who laughed and snorted milk. As she fought to get his dick out of her throat and mouth before she passed out, she bit the back ridge of his dick head. He carried that “badge of courage” scar with a laugh, and a sigh, it was his first blow job and almost his last. It took 5 stitches to close the wound she made; he was sure he was going to bleed to death. As Gerre got into the shower and got wet, he continued to stroke his now very hard dick, remembering that blowjob event also marked him as a pervert and a freak to his family. They were absolute, dyed in the wool, evangelical, DEVOUT bible thumpers. For getting caught in “that perverted act with that whore”, as his father called it, and needing stitches in the place everyone in the emergency room would tell about in under 5 seconds, he’d been beaten severely and then grounded to his room for the duration of the school year. The same room he had spent months of the previous year ill, and in a fever much like the one his niece had suffered. Illness has no friends and no companions except pain and fever. He would make certain his niece was never treated badly for anything she chooses to do. Gerre was now intent on stroking his hardened dick from head to balls and back again. Slowly and rapidly, he alternated the stroke, pulling out the foreskin over the head one time, back so the ultra sensitive back edge of the head was completely exposed. He used one hand to hold the skin back while he used his other hand to rapidly stroke just the mushroom head area. This intensified the powerful charge he felt building behind his balls. He slowed to an even but regular stroking; only the head and the hypersensitive frenulum under the head where it joined to the shaft. His ball sac was pulling tight up behind his hand as he pumped and pumped; pushing his hand back into his ball sac made things more intense and he started to pump faster. He had squatted down a little to get more leverage on his dick as he pumped; this made his balls hang down between his knees. The faster Gerre pumped, the more his balls would swing in an oval, not even circular motion. They were moving almost constantly in that blurry, circle-like motion when he felt that striking-sharp familiar first twinge in the back of his prostate. That was the highly sensitive area right behind his balls where the dick shaft actually comes out of the body cavity. That motivated him to tighten his leg and crotch muscles, forcing his dick to standout t even harder from his body. He stroked the entire shaft even faster until he felt the clear “kick-punch” that signaled the release of sperm from his balls to join the copious amounts of seminal fluids from his prostate. His knees suddenly got weak as thick jet after jet of hot cum pumped from his rigid dick and landed halfway across the large shower stall. More and more he pumped, more and more he shot until he was on his knees in the shower, holding a softening dick, exhausted from firing wad after wad of cum. How many, he lost count. Loads of cum came flying out in the air. It was obvious that watching Darlene pleasure herself had an affect on his own results. He had not dumped a load like this in many years. That was good and also quite dangerous for him, Gerre thought, as he finished his shower and dried himself. As Gerre placed himself into a light state of meditation before he drifted into a restful sleep, he was reviewing the recent events and his thoughts. Six weeks ago, he had only known that his niece had been born while he was deployed on a long term cruise with the Navy many, many years ago. Now, she was totally in his charge and under his care financially, medically, and educationally according to her mother. He would be sure her rights and wishes were protected, but the last thought in his conscious mind before he went to sleep was the beauty of her fingers just touching inside her pussy lips as they became that lightly heated warm pink color … Comfort & Care Ch. 04 Gerre was moving out of his bed and swiftly down the hall before he was really awake. The thump registered in his subconscious mind before the waking mind was functioning. He went to go into the bedroom but the door would not open all the way. He heard the noise of crying, almost sobbing, behind the door. "Darlene, what's wrong? asked her uncle softly, "I can hear you, but I can't open the door." "I'm... I'm... stuck behind the door," sobbed Darlene, "I can't get out of the way." "Can you roll over on your side, honey, away from the door?" asked Gerre; between her sobs he was checking the door hinges if he needed to pop them loose. Gerre heard sounds like someone sliding on a wooden floor. He tried the door again and it opened enough for him to get into the room. He immediately saw Darlene lying, huddled, on the polished wooden floor, near the door. The bed sheets were mostly in a heap on the floor near the bed, along with the blanket and pillows. As Gerre squatted down to put his arms around Darlene's body, she slowly rolled over onto her back and raised her arms to make it easier for him to pick her up. Darlene was crying; the sobs were jerking her petite body like puppet strings. Gerre got his arms around Darlene, pulled her up into a sitting position, and then moved behind her to pick up her. His hands passed over her small breasts and settled into a crossed grip under her armpits as he lifted her upward. Gerre held Darlene against his body as he picked her up off her feet, cradled her in his arms, and moved back toward the bed. He could tell she felt wet to his touch; probably from needing to pee and not making it to the bath room. "I... I... I... was trying to get to the bathroom," sobbed Darlene, "I... I... I di... di... didn't...didn't... want to wake you up. I... I... I wanted to do it myself." "Honey," said Gerre quietly, "I really do understand. But you just aren't strong enough yet to try without some help. Let me get you cleaned up and I'll get you into the shower." "Wer... wer... were you in the shower before you came in here?" Darlene asked her uncle as he was getting her situated in the middle of the bed. "Why do you want to know," answered Gerre, "Actually I was just in bed about an hour." "Because," Darlene looked downward said as she blushed a deep red, "you don't have any pants on". It dawned on Gerre that, yes, he'd dashed out when he head heard the thump without putting on his running shorts. He was clearly nude and standing here in front of his niece with his limp penis flapping in the breeze. "Does this bother you," Gerre asked Darlene as he was beginning to clean her up, " I can go put my pants on. " I... don't know," thought Darlene out loud, she looked at her uncle's private parts - the first adult male private parts she could EVER recall seeing in her entire life, " you have seen every part of me, so maybe me seeing you, too, isn't all that different." "Oh, it's different," said Gerre laughing, "believe me - you'd only get a ticket for flashing your boobs, I can get 20 years in prison for letting it "flap around in public." Darlene was trying not to stare, but it was a little difficult with her uncle standing right there with his hands between her legs cleaning her up. She could see how his penis - the penis of the uncle that she barely knew existed - was hanging downward in front of a big bag that was behind it, in front of his... his crotch, she guessed. Thanks to her zealot mother and the school system being afraid of her evangelical grandfather, she didn't know shit about male body parts except some pieced together stories from girls at school. She had to leave gym class whenever they discussed sex education topics, and her mother nearly decapitated the school nurse who suggested that she see a "female doctor" her freshman year for cramps. She ended up going to see one, anyway, her cramps had gotten so bad it was not an option. "Earth to Darlene," said her uncle, "this is mission control calling Darlene." Darlene looked up to her uncle's face and stared at his eyes for a moment. Here she lay, totally naked, on a bed, with this man cleansing the most intimate parts of her body, and he was standing next to her equally naked. His face was peaceful, his eyes were watching her eyes. She knew this was absolutely against everything that she had been schooled, taught, and even severely spanked by her mother into believing was sinfully wrong. She was not married to this person, and even then total nudity was out of the question according to her upbringing. Her inner spirit, however, was telling her this man cared more about her as a person, as a woman, than anyone else in the family had ever said in all her years. Darlene decided that if this is how she got to learn more about all the "real" taboos in her life, and so far the touching experiences were pretty good, that her uncle could do cartwheels naked and she didn't' care. She knew she should care that he was naked - hell, she was naked, too - but he wasn't getting all ultra paranoid about his privates being on display not 2 feet from her face. Something in this felt - calm - like he did this kind of stuff all the time. It might be totally wrong but she liked having him touch her, and touch her all over was wonderful. "Since neither one of us has anything to 'hide' now, I have some questions for you, " said Darlene as she looked up at her uncle's face, "and please tell me you'll answer them because I really need to know some things." "Well," thought Gerre as he wiped his niece's body with a wash cloth, "I usually want some input on the questions before I say yes, but I'll try to answer what you ask. Before we begin playing '20 questions', let me get you into the shower and get you cleaned up." Gerre sat Darlene up on the side of the bed, and then helped her stand up, get past the initial dizziness, before starting to walk slowly her toward the door. He'd worry about cleaning the room later. They looked like two dancers; he walking backward with his arms out, she letting him lead the motions. Her small, petite body next to his large size, his well-defined chiseled muscles could have been a ballet dancer and her partner. Except, for the aspect that they were both completely nude. Gerre had not said anything about his nudity since Darlene had pointed it out. He felt if it bothered her she would say something, or she was too embarrassed. He was certain, just by her intent stare and interested inspection of his penis and testicles that his bible-thumping sister had made sure Darlene was literally dumber than a box of rocks about anything sexual. He would let her decide what she preferred. He preferred no clothing but that was risking his getting a hard-on waving in his niece's face. That was still on the 'to be debated' block. Gerre got Darlene into the oversized shower room and sat her backwards in a small portable chair where she could lean over the back. She watched him move around the area, getting the soap and shampoo, while he turned on the water and let it get up to a temp she could handle. She watched him -no - she studied his penis and that big bag behind it as he moved. It always seemed to move over to the same side when he leaned over, his penis would hang down in the same place. The more she watched him, the more she found out that she really didn't care if he was naked or not. This was more education in 20 minutes than the private school had ever given her. She'd ask him later to give her a "parts lesson" on what was which. For now, she had other questions she wanted an answers and they wouldn't wait any longer. As Gerre started to wet her back and put soap on her, Darlene asked him bluntly: "I want you to tell me why I've never heard hardly squat about you my entire life. And - what I did hear - was usually spit put like a bad taste, a bug, or a sour lemon." "Are you sure?" he answered, "it's pretty boring shit after 20 or so years." "Yep," said Darlene smiling, "boring shit or not boring shit, I want to hear your side so I can make my own decisions." "Okay," said Gerre, "remember that some, or all, of what you know is pretty one-sided and well biased with all that "bible-thumper bullshit" the family has grilled into you. I'll tell you in my way without any bullshit involved. Gerre began to tell Darlene the real story that almost permanently separated him from the rest of the family. He told her about being ill while in high school and that causing his balls (now she knew what that big bag was holding!) to swell and stay swelled. He told her about trying to get laid but all the girls only wanted to see his "bull balls" nuts, not have sex. Then he told her about getting the "bite from hell" that started the serious pissing contest with her grandfather. "What do you mean, "Darlene asked with a look of unbelievability on her face, "that she actually bit your... your... thing?" "Yes," said Gerre, " and the proper term is penis. You can call it dick, pecker, rod, whatever, but penis is the pretty plain name for this thing hanging here." With that, Gerre, took his hand and pulled the foreskin back so Darlene could see the entire head of his penis and let it hang back down. "And she had that - it - in her mouth?" asked Darlene, trying to picture her uncle's thing hanging in front of her sticking in someone's mouth. The image didn't make sense, yet. "Yes," said Gerre, " she was doing what's called 'sucking' on my penis like a lollipop; it was my first time; I overreacted because it feels so good, and she bit me." "Then what happened?" asked Darlene, really wanting to know how the "pissing contest" got started. Some girl sucking on her uncle's penis - she must have not been wrapped too tight. "Well, I was taken to the hospital bleeding all over, it took 5 stitches on the back of the ridge right here to close up the bite. My father, your grandfather, showed up and just ripped my face off on how everyone in town would know, how we would be disgraced, blah, blah. He beat the crap out of me when I got home and he grounded me 'for life.' "What he didn't know was that your mom, when I was really sick that year before and your late grandmother was out of the house, she used to come in my room to bring me food, read my homework to me, and simple things like that." "And," said Gerre, "what he really didn't know was that your mother, before all the bible thumping glory she reeks of now, used to help me go to the bathroom 2-3 times a day. She'd hold my penis so I could to the bathroom and not make a mess. In those days, we didn't think it was wrong to do that. It just was not discussed outside my room because we already shared secrets between us." "So, what's bad about that," asked Darlene, while trying to envision her mother holding her uncle's penis in her hand while he went to the bathroom, "she was helping you when you were sick." "Well," grinned her uncle," you mother found out how to tease me; she'd hold my penis with her fingers and make my penis get hard and stand up. Wrong or not, I wasn't going to stop her while she was making me feel really good. Then one day, she started really stroking it harder up and down, like one of her girl friends had told her she did to her boyfriends. She didn't stop and I ejaculated a huge load of semen all over her. And I do mean all over her - hair, hands, chest, arms, and the bed. That's when I found out the by-product of being sick - I'd shoot large loads of male fluids called semen every time I ejaculated. Darlene was trying to take in all these new terms and picture these things her uncle was describing, but she had no point of reference to go by. Hard on, ejaculation, holding his penis, all this stuff; she could picture her hand holding his penis, and that seemed okay to her. But the rest, well it was like hearing a new language to her. She'd have to ask him later to show her, if he would. He might think her 'too little' or too young. "That doesn't sound like much of an issue," Darlene said, "only you and mom knew, and no one was telling her to do that to you... your penis." Darlene was still trying to picture how just holding his penis in her hand would create such a mess. "True," mused Gerre, "except that even when I got better, your mom would still come to my room after everyone was asleep and pump my penis. Sometimes she would finish what she started, other times a noise would scare her and she would stop. She had started letting me touch her breasts; her nipples would get really hard like yours are doing right now." "And, " Gerre paused while he watched Darlene blush a little on the mention of her nipples, "I had convinced your mom to let me play with her body and between her legs like she was doing to me..." "Like you did to me last evening," interjected Darlene as she blushed a bright red," when you gave me the massage?" "Yes, exactly honey," said Gerre, "only she and I were doing more than some simple touch and feel. We were beginning to experiment with things that could get us into serious trouble if we got caught." "You mean," questioned Darlene quickly, "that you and mom were having sex?" This was something she had never thought about - her mother 'doing it' with anyone, even her stepfather. He never seemed to have much of an opinion, anyway. "Well, "Gerre slowly answered, "we knew that if we had real sex, she'd get pregnant with the huge loads I was shooting. So, I'd oil her backside and then slide it up and down between her butt cheeks until I got off. She could clinch her cheeks together and squeeze my penis to make it feel more like her hand. It was easier to clean it off her back than out of her hair. Rarely did your mother let me slide my penis up and down her slit in the front. She'd "jack me off" with her hand, that's' what it's called, until I would get hard enough to ejaculate again. " "Then," smiled Gerre very slowly, "one night I was sliding my penis up and down between her butt cheeks, I kept seeing her asshole there, it was slick from my dripping and the oils, so I decided to slide into her butt hole because it had to be as tight as her hand when she pumped me." "I did, and she went wild crazy, said Gerre. "Your mom bumped back into me and my entire penis went all the way into her ass hole. I went to pull out and she shoved back on my penis again, so I shoved it back into her again. We started doing that and it felt extraordinary. I started seriously pumping my penis in and out of her as fast as I could go because I knew I was about to get off again. Your mother had gotten off - had an orgasm - probably 3-4 times, like you did last night, and we were still humping like crazy." "We were naked, in my room, screwing our brains out like two dogs in heat when your grandfather opened the door and caught us. Here I was, with my penis sticking in your mother's ass, and I'm screwing her as fast as I can go with her. Your grandfather went spastic and literally pulled us apart. I started shooting a huge load right then, and it went all over him. I couldn't stop shooting until the moment passed so he had it all over him." "Oh shit," said Darlene, "oops, sorry." Darlene had seen her grandfather mad and it was not a pretty sight. Gerre continued, "That started a huge, big-ass fist fight between your grandfather and me. He was going to beat my ass again and I decided he wasn't going to hit me any more. So; I punched him out cold, packed my bags, and then I left home. I had gotten into sports and martial arts during school to get my strength back after I had been sick. It was just after that I joined the Navy and went to Boot Camp in San Diego. That's when your mom ended up in the girl's religious college. Your grandfather forced her into it - he was on her case 24/7 about being a whore, a useless slut, all that kid of mind washing. She never forgave me for causing her to not graduate high school with her friends, for leaving her with your grandparents, and for her having to go to that overly crazy religious girl's school. To this day, and forever, it will be my fault that we got caught because I never stopped her the first time she played with my penis when I was sick. "But why didn't you come home when Grandmamma died," asked Darlene, "that was 4 years ago." "I didn't come home," answered Gerre slowly, "because your grandfather told your mother if she contacted me ever again, that he'd disown her as a sick pervert. I already had a "history" of perverted behavior in his mind, so her "getting one" from me would be easy to do and go all over town in a minute. I never knew your grandmother had passed until last fall when I found out through the county court about her will and insurance settlements. Your grandfather hates me so much that he sees me as non-existent in his mind." Darlene was sitting there taking this all in while her uncle was still giving her a bath. It felt good to have someone, her uncle, wash her body. She could tell she was also getting wet between her legs again and that was wonderful. She had that feeling between her thighs again and it was only getting stronger. Her uncle had noticed her nipples were getting like hard brown barriers again when he reached around to wash her chest. Having him massage her breasts was like a small heaven again. Darlene had noticed that her uncle's penis seemed to be a little longer than it was a few minutes ago. It also looked like it was getting bigger around but she wasn't sure. Maybe her imagination but the end seemed to be more obvious, it was redder than earlier and more of the head, he had called it - was sticking out in the open. She guessed that was like her clit - if so, she already knew why it felt so good to have it rubbed. At the moment, he was going up and down her back with a body wash sponge, and it felt so good. She felt him circle around her lower back and buttocks, but not reach between her cheeks where her asshole was. She could tell it was still inflamed, somewhat sore, but not as bad as before. Darlene asked her uncle, "Why did you never move back? There are plenty of things you could do..." "I never moved back," Gerre interrupted, "because I fell in love with the traveling in the Navy, the job was providing me an education I could never get back home, and I qualified to go to the Naval Academy my second year. The Navy gave me a chance for a very unique kind of professional career I had only creamed of before." "And," Gerre continued, "your mother wouldn't write to me; your grandmother and the rest of the family had been 'warned' by your grandfather they'd burn in hell if they ever recognized I was alive. So I was left to my own choices in life; I chose the Navy and I have never looked back." "That was almost 20 years ago; almost a year before you were born," her uncle went on. "I tried once, as I was about to graduate from the Naval Academy, to contact your grandmother. All I got was silence on the telephone when I called; your grandfather was probably in the room, all she said was 'you must have the wrong number, we have no son', and hung up. I never called again." "Then," Darlene mused," how did my mother know how to contact you about me if you quit calling?" "I always let your aunts, or Great Aunt Betty, know where I was stationed," said Gerre, " I could depend on your great aunt to tell your grandfather to go piss off whenever she felt like it. She'd keep my mom up to date, and I'm sure she'd drop hints to your mother. Your great aunt was my pipeline into family business even when I was going places not even on a map. Your mother called me about you because she still thinks I owe her." Gerre helped Darlene turn around in the chair so he could wash her belly, thighs, and lower legs. She was sitting there watching him bathe her; she knew that her upbringing said none of this should be happening, but nothing seemed to be wrong. She closed her eyes as her uncle used the body sponge to wash her belly just above her crotch; it felt far better than any time she had used a sponge. Now that she knew that word, it made some sense in knowing where body parts are located. Comfort & Care Ch. 04 Gerre was kneeling in front of Darlene; he could sense the consternation in her mind over being touched, not being touched, being nude - him being nude, and whether or not she felt like a deer in the headlights of a big truck. He was washing her lower belly in slow circles with the body sponge but making it a point to not touch her pubic region. He moved farther down to her upper thighs to wash them; Darlene instinctively opened her legs to him as he moved in between her knees. He could see her outer pussy lips were extended because the inner lips were beginning to swell and push on them. As Gerre washed his niece's thighs, he looked between her lips and could see her clit was showing slightly from under the protective hood, and she was very, very wet. It was not water; he could tell by the glistening that it was her body producing lubrication. Darlene's eyes were closed and her breathing was easy and regular. He thought maybe she had dozed off for a moment until she stared right at him without a blink for 30 seconds, as if she were memorizing his face. "Uncle Gerre," ventured Darlene, " I want to say something, and let me finish cuz I have to sort it out while I'm talking, okay?" "Okay," said Gerre, giving her his best 'Harry and the Henderson's ' imitation, " you can say whatever you want, however you want, for how long you want. You tell me when you are done?" Gerre watched her face as he talked to her; the smile was tenuous, as if she was accustomed to being not allowed to talk on her own. Darlene took a long, deep breath before she began. She wasn't sure how she was going to say this because all of these thoughts had never crossed her mind before. So much had happened in the past month to up heave her life out of the inhibited, hour by hour, totally restricted lifestyle to this wonderful moment of being given a bath by an adult male. Her uncle, no less - but he hadn't made that "I'm family, you must do this" appear like everyone else in the family. Everyone else was afraid of her grandfather - here was the one person who had not only defied him; he had punched him out cold and left him lying on a bedroom floor while he packed a bag and left. "Gerre," Darlene started, " until I woke up 2 days ago, I had a life that I thought was ok and it was what I wanted for me. Since then, you have managed, by how you do things so well and without any strings attached, an attitude showing, or making me think the way you do, to completely destroy that concept. I like it a lot. Maybe I'm not supposed to like you giving me a bath, or what you did with the massage, but I like it and I want more of it because it makes me feel like I am someone special. I know I'm a box of rocks about sexy things, but I want to find out things I need to know - and I think I want you to teach me. If that means I have to do things I don't know why, just tell me what to do and I'll figure it out later. I'm done." "First off," said Gerre lovingly," you're not a box of rocks; no one has ever provided you a proper education for you to make your own choices. The people back home are okay, but they are socially repressed by your grandfather's tyrannical ways. They are afraid of him,; I kicked his prejudiced ass and left home; that was the best thing that ever happened to me. I found the Navy way of life and it has been very good to me." "As for teaching you about sex," her uncle continued, "I can do that, but we have to make an agreement first on how to proceed because I need to tell you some things about yourself so you will be aware. You need to know some more things about your body so you can enjoy the learning, and make it into things you enjoy doing. First of all, you don to have to call me Uncle unless you want to; 'unc' or Gerre is fine." Darlene blushed a little, and then looked downward at her uncle's penis. She was sure it was longer and thicker now than before. It was not hanging down any more; it was beginning to point out and down, not just down. It dawned on Darlene that there was no hair in his crotch. "Unc," Darlene said as she blushed, "why don't you have any hair... around... your... thing... your penis, and your 'balls'?" Everything Darlene pronounced sounded like a question mark because she wasn't sure which body part was actually what part yet. But her uncle had no hair in his crotch, some on his lower stomach, but his privates had none. "Well," her uncle stood up so his now semi-erect penis was even with Darlene's eyes and in front of her face, "I had a job years ago that I got infested with fleas and a nasty skin rash; the medical people shaved me clean to help get things back to normal. I decided if shaving the area clean would keep it from coming back, I'd shave my crotch. I found out I like the smooth skin feeling; been doing it ever since." "Which, by the way, "said Gerre, " do you want me to shave your legs and such for you" It's been over a month and I'm sure it would make you feel better." "Ok," said Darlene, "I guess, if you want; I could try." "No, let this be my honor," said Gerre. " I would like to do this for you." Darlene sat very still as her uncle walked away to get a razor and lotion. His penis had been almost right in her face; she could even see the different blood vessels, the different texture on the end, and the ridges of the skin that he called his scrotum? - his ball bag. He was right - that bag looked huge but she had no comparison. It was hanging a little farther out and it was definitely thicker now. "What's on your mind right now," asked her uncle as he came back with the razor and lotion. "Is your penis getting bigger or am I imagining that? Darlene asked him. She looked right at it this time as she spoke; she did see it flex and move a little bit. "Yes, it is getting bigger," said Gerre," that's called being semi-erect. Since we're talking about sex, and I'm giving you a bath, my body is responding to the stimulation of your body and your beauty." Gerre thought he would lay it out for her now that he had breached the erection ed issue. "What happens when you get 'full erect' " asked Darlene, "Is that the right word? "Yes, 'erect' is the word," said Gerre, "and so is hard on, boner, rod, etc. It will stick almost straight out and be double its size that you see right now. Let me get this done, and we'll continue talking about my erection later." Darlene blushed as she let her uncle raise each her arms, put her hands behind her head, and then start to put a soft lotion in her armpits. It took him no more than 40 seconds to shave each area totally smooth; a lot quicker than she ever did it. Her breasts swayed a little as he had put the lotion on; her nipples hurt they had been hard for so long. He wiped the lotion off and in doing so he touched the outer sides of both breasts. His touch was so soft it distracted her when he wiped the lotion across both breasts and she caught her breath. The lotion he used was the same as the massage oil. She could feel the cooling effects in about 45 seconds. Gerre moved Darlene to scoot her butt forward on the edge of a cushion pad he put on the chair; it made it easier for her to sit back and relax her back in the chair. He could see her clit was sticking out farther now; her inner lips were more pronounced and pinkish. As he began to put the lotion on her calves and lower legs, he sat on a small stool directly between her legs. He put her foot on his thigh to control the motion of her legs as he shaved her skin smooth. He did not want to cut her by accident. As he finished, he could check every area for any more hair, and then touch up spots. Darlene was watching her uncle's efforts in getting her legs shaved; she could not believe how thorough he was being. She knew, without feeling her legs that not one hair was left below her knees. She watched him as he moved between her thighs and put the lotion on the outside of her right upper leg, and then shaved it in slow, smooth strokes. He moved to the outside of her left leg and repeated the motions until the outer area of both thighs were totally devoid of hair. She realized she had been holding her breath again, waiting for him to touch near her pussy, and start that fiery cycle all over again. "Darlene, "Gerre asked her, "I'd like you to lie down on this support so I can do the insides of you legs without straining your legs or my hands." Darlene slid down on to the support pad on the floor of the huge shower room, and then lay down. As she got comfortable, her uncle spread her legs and started to put the lotion on both inner thighs. The ridge in the pad lifted her ass up enough that, when he spread her legs for him, it opened up her pussy to his view. She thought about that for a minute, and just let it be. She did not care; she wanted him to look now. He spread the lotion almost up to where the ridge between her leg and her crotch joined. He did touch her pussy lips but only lightly. As Gerre began to shave her inner thighs, he moved one leg up and held it over his shoulder. He shaved Darlene's leg right up to where her pussy hair began on the lower lips, the back down between her legs to where the back of her pussy ended. Darlene was almost shaking from the anticipation of him maybe touching her again. She liked, she wanted that touch on her pussy again. She put her arms above her head and locked her hands together like she had done when he shaved her armpits, only this time it made her boobs go together and stand out. Gerre watched his niece as she moved her arms upward; she made her breasts push together and the nipples stand out like sore buttons. The motion was not lost on him; she was beginning to like being sensually touched. He shaved one leg to right behind her pussy lips, and then he started on the other leg by putting it over his shoulder and holding it with his free hand. This gave him total access to her inside thigh, to move the skin, and to touch her where he needed. When he was done, the only hair on her body below her waist was the light dusting of pubic hair. Darlene's eyes went wide, and then snapped shut as she felt her uncle rub the lotion into her pussy hair. What a feeling fired through her brain as he rubbed it into her skin, moved her sensitive pussy lips around, back and forth, down, and back together. He grazed her clit once and that electrified her mind for that split second. Her mind went into a holding pattern between unbelievable and oh, my god, as he began to shave her completely bald between her legs. She couldn't even remember when she had grown pussy hair; she never had enough to worry about it. As Gerre slid the razor over her pussy, Darlene could not describe how exquisite it felt to have Gerre hold her pussy lip, then carefully shave it totally clean. He would pull it back and forth to be sure it was totally bald and that was driving her crazy with the need to get off again. As he did the right side, she began to feel the trembling inside and suddenly clamped her legs together around his hand as the orgasm overtook her. He just did get the razor out of the way to keep from cutting her. As it subsided, he finished that side of her pussy. She was still feeling the ripples through her system. Darlene could not believe the next thing her uncle did. He picked both her legs up by the ankles, pushed them up toward her chest, which opened her crotch completely up to his view, and his razor. Darlene sucked in her breath as her uncle finished shaving her pussy on both sides back to her asshole. Now she was as bald as she was when she was born. He slowly let her legs down into a position where her knees were up, her feet on the shower floor right at her butt, and slightly apart. "Darlene, give me your left hand," her uncle said to her. Darlene disengaged her hands and lowered her left arm so her uncle could hold her left hand. He held it for a moment, and then he curled her fingers until only the middle finger was sticking out. As he did this, he moved her hand down to put her finger between her newly shaved pussy lips. Gerre put her middle right on top of her clit and pressed just enough for her to feel the sliding motion. As soon as he saw her eyes open wide to the recognition of being now bald, he rubbed her finger up and down her nude, wet slit. The effect was almost instantaneous; Darlene began exploring herself right in front of her uncle. She felt all around her pussy - no hair at all, anyplace. She was totally and completely smooth; not even a hint of hair stubble anyplace. Gerre reached between her legs and pushed her fingers in between her pussy lips and began helping Darlene masturbate her new self. It only took about 10 seconds for her to pick up the motion and another 10 for her to get into high drive getting her own self off again. She had pulled her legs up to her chest trying to drive her fingers farther into herself. Gerre was watching her body react to orgasm after orgasm until she was exhausted; she was just lying on the shower floor, spent but smiling at him. Gerre picked her up and took her back to the guest bedroom. He laid her on the bed, put her legs together so all he could see was her bald pussy slit with her clit sticking up somewhat above the curve of her lips. Darlene just smiled at him and went to sleep as he quietly closed the door. Comfort & Care Ch. 05 Chapter 5: Darlene Begins to Explore Darlene slowly stretched her entire body, head to toes, like a well satisfied cat as she began to awaken. She knew it was still night outside but she had slept well. No, she thought, she had slept quite exquisitely. She did not wake once, she felt absolutely wondrous if that were a real word. She was still trying to believe that she really had laid there on that soft pad in the shower room, her feet up were in the air and her ass sticking out in the open, and then literally tried to jam her fingers into the most private part of her little body right in front of her uncle. While he watched!!! But lordy, it felt s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o great when she was doing it for her own self!!! He had gotten her started by putting her finger in her shaved pus.... Quickly, Darlene put her small fingers down between her legs under the sheet and very slowly felt right at the very top of where she thought her pubic hair should start. Nope- - she was NOT dreaming, her entire pubic mound was totally and completely bald. Not one stray hair or stubble any place. She carefully slid her finger into the top end of her slit and immediately came in contact with the hood hiding her clit. Oops, don't want to go there just yet, she thought, I'll never get out of this bed if I start doing that now. Darlene adored what she felt and found as she felt her way about her body. She had never thought about ever shaving anything but her legs, and then only on occasion when she needed. Her hair did not seem to grow that fast, anyway. Her vaginal lips --- hmmmm .... No, her Pussy, she liked that ... no, kitty is what Sharon, her friend, had called hers one day. She liked that because touching her own self, even the little bit she was doing now - had her purring. Yep-kitty it would be. The sheer smoothness of her crotch area was simple amazement. She did not actually remember NOT ever having pubic hair, but she was sure she wasn't born with a full head of hair down there. That though made Darlene giggle to herself; what a fit that could have caused in the family!!! Her grandfather would have probably blasted her as a devil-cursed furry demon. If he only knew what the past week had revealed to her, what she had found out about her own person; He would shit bricks, mused Darlene; she bet that would hurt!! She was trying to picture his skinny image grunting and groaning over trying to pass a hard turd like that!! The vision had her laughing again. Gaud- she felt superb, her body felt like it was sparkling, and it was all because her uncle had let her be her own self without any judgments or narrow minded attitudes. If this is what the afterglow felt like that she had secretly read about once, then bring more of this "glow" on because it felt so great. Darlene more or less found herself toying with her right nipple as she was thinking through the most recent events. She never knew exactly when she was brought to this house, but she was pretty sure her school for this session was toast. A man she barely knew anything about had taken her in - without hesitation or reservation for his health or his property -and had been caring for her like a wet nurse and a personal guardian. No, he was more than those things but exactly what he was for her was eluding her. As she thought this piece through, she was palming her right nipple with her right hand, lightly sliding it back and forth until the nipple was getting hard under her palm. The light friction she was creating by sliding her hand from the bottom swell of her breast to the top curve was soothing, and beginning to excite her at the same time. Closing her eyes, she was trying to picture what her kitty pussy looked like with no hair and the wetness she was starting to feel. The thought of a peach popped in to her mind - now she knew why she had heard of a female vagina referred to as a peach in one of Sharon's books she had sneaked a view at once. Darlene took her left hand, ever so slowly touching across her stomach to her belly button, she felt across her lower abdomen. No hair. She slid her hands from hip point to hip point - no hair. Finally, she reached the top of her slit again but this time, she very, very slowly pushed her lips apart with one finger just enough to have the tip of her finger wedged in between the out point curve of her pussy lips. She let her finger sit there while she took a breath - she realized she had been breathing in a shallow, controlled manner; she had held her breath as she touched her own private self. Just her finger sitting there between the pouting points of her vaginal lips was totally unthinkable just six weeks before. She moved the finger ever so slowly, realizing that this was the first time, since she got caught trying to use a bathroom mirror to look at her "privates" when she was only five, that she was touching her own private self - for her self. The feeling was beyond any words she knew; just touching her self so sexually was without vocabulary for her. Darlene felt a sliver of a shiver go zipping through her spine and right into her mind as she pulled her fingers over some of the tiny ridges and lips curls of her pussy lips. It felt like, she had no words for how private and how personal that simple motion felt. Using just the pads of her fingers, she continued to slide her fingers up and down the very outer edge of her hairless sex lips until she had reached the bottom near her butt hole. That was truly forbidden ground to her mind; no one would ever want to stick anything in the place where she took a dump from. Almost as fast as that thought crossed her mind, she remembered her uncle teasing her rectum while he was massaging her. She thought she recalled that he did stick his finger inside her read end when she was getting off under his touches. That changed her thinking somewhat. Why .... why would he want to do that since her "a-hole" to use an old kid's term, was such a nasty place. That's something she put on her mental "ask him "list. To herself she giggled, that list is so long now he will just say no to that many questions!! Darlene kept sliding the pads of her left hand fingers back and forth, slowly and softly; in circles, just grazing the outer lips edges of her pussy. She already recognized that anything more and she would be trying to finger her private self again because that felt so good - to go in, our, and come in and back out again and again. Making herself more and more wet as she did, feeling that building to that feeling of needing to rub herself, no that small object down there between her pussy lips that was begging for attention. Nope, Darlene knew she had to keep her fingers out of that place right now or she'd never get out of bed for who knows how long. She agreed with her own self assessment - she absolutely loved touching herself and pleasing herself. The self-exploration kept on for a while, her pussy lips were unbelievably smooth and soft. Darlene loved the tingling sensations that barely rubbing her nipples gave her. They stood up like small, hard berries and she could sense every small crinkle in the lightly pinkish areas surrounding them. She felt goose bumps come and go across her breasts and shoulders as she teased herself and found the things that pleased her body and teased her mind. Again and again, she kept touching all the edges to her pussy and crotch area, it felt so smooth, so silky, and so warm to the touch. She felt herself becoming wetter; once or twice she had placed her finger between the pouted lips to pull some of that slickness out and rub it on the outer lip areas near her pubic dome. Her clit was almost beginning to slide out from under its protective hood and Darlene felt that in-out, in-out just under the ridge of skin motion, almost like a soft, click-like feeling. She raised her head for the first time and looked down her torso. Yes, no imagination - there was no hair any place below her stomach and she could just see the little dome at the near top of her slit where the head of her clit was trying to push out and slide into the open. Darlene just smiled and gracefully slid her finger up and down the edges of her pussy lips. She realized when she had propped herself up, and then raised her head up to look down her body, she had sucked her stomach in and down. That caused her hips and butt raise upward as if she had pushed them upward. That flexing motion made her entire pussy stick up higher and her clit to almost pop out from under its protective sheath. Darlene quickly figured out that by doing that hip flexing routine up and slightly then rolling side to side with her hip muscles, she could make her clit almost pop out and back in. She was getting friction on her clit; the more friction she would create, and the larger / more sensitive it was becoming. The more she moved, the more of it was poking out, and the wetter she got. Darlene loved this! She wasn't even touching herself but the sheer thought of getting a "cheap touch" on her hypersensitive clit was making it swell more on its own!! She braced her self up again and looked down at her crotch; she could just see the top of her clit cover hood sticking out from the top of her slit, and it looked almost a warm red. The brace upward and flexing her body while she was watching her pussy caused the muscles at the top of her groin to tighten up. That alone was enough to make if feel like her clit was "popping" out from under the protective cover. And that made Darlene feel that shiver slide right through her center again, and again. When the first of several "mini-orgasms" began to build, Darlene felt it start to thrill her heart so she sped up the flexing motion she was using to rub her clit back and forth. That caused her to suddenly cross her legs and squeeze hard enough to make the folds of her pussy lips quickly close on to her engorged clit, slightly pinching it and sending another quick wonder love shot blistering through her system. One good motion fed another -she squeezed herself so quickly that she had bridged her ass up off the sheets. Those made her clit stick out even farther and get that loving skin pinch again and again one more time. As Darlene began to return to this emotional plane of sheer pleasure lust, she realized that she was now soaking wet down between her pussy lips. Her entire body had reacted to the "happiness slide" as she thought of it. She also felt a swollen sensation between her legs, looking down at her crotch she could see her clit was now sticking out form under the hood, near the top of her slit, and it looked like a small thumb. Lordly, it was a lot bigger than she ever remembered it being in her short life. And was it ever sensitive!!!! Every small motion was amplified 100 times by the swelling and the enhanced sensitivity was nothing short of exquisite to her mind. Carefully, since she already knew how much she loved playing with her own self; Darlene slid her middle finger down to where her pussy slit began, and then very slowly touched near the top edge of the base of her clit where she could feel the hood had been stretched back. Just that small touch was sheer heat lightning to her psyche - she felt body heat, she felt the super slickness of her own fluids, and even more - the sexual pleasure of touching herself. She just could not stop touching herself around her clit because that small, light touch was heaven to her uneducated mind. Once more, she slid her finger very carefully across the upper curve of her fiery-hot clit and got the jolt into her soul that felt so sublime, yet so powerful in the same motion. As Darlene was exploring herself with one hand the other had not been lax with her breasts. She quickly learned she liked tweaking her nipples a little bit, and she liked feeling the entire mound of each of her smallish breasts on her narrow chest. It felt less intense than playing with her pussy, as she smiled to herself, yes, she was now officially playing with her self, but the feeling was fulfilling in its own way. She had tweaked one nipple a little too hard once so she let it recover while she played with the other one slowly and sensuously. Taking a finger nail and lightly scratching back and forth on the nipple peak was a tease. Almost as much a tease as taking the nipple between her two fingers and carefully pulling and turning on the nipple itself. The one time she had twisted her right nipple too hard had been a surge to her stomach and her spirit - it felt suddenly good and damn, it hurt all at the same time. Darlene decided in a split second that she was not into pain; at the most she liked the quiet, slow tease she was learning to enjoy for her own self. Darlene switched hands somewhere in the middle of some wonderful motion and she had gotten some of her pussy fluids on her left nipple. That opened her eyes to something pleasing. It made her nipple slick and all the more fun to tease with the palm sliding efforts. If it were possible, her nipples felt even more sensitive, harder, and more responsive to the touch. Darlene chalked that up to the mini-orgasms she had pleasured herself into having. Reaching down, she purposefully wetted two fingers by putting them between her pussy lips - careful to avoid her clit - and rubbing the slick fluid on her nipples and breasts. The feeling was like a body lotion - smooth, silky, and it covered a lot of territory with just a little of the fluid. Little, crap, thought Darlene, I feel like I peed my panties there's so much down between my legs. I'm soaked she thought, and at the same time she remembered how wet she had been after her uncle has finished shaving her pubic mound and her kitty bald. Recalling how gentle his touch had been while shaving her, Darlene felt her self blush all thinking about him actually touching, holding, and feeling all of her sexual body parts. This was different than wiping her ass when he would clean her up. He had HELD her pussy lips, her vaginal open parts with his fingers while he shaved her clean. "And I'm laying here being the well dressed, model picture-perfect princess", Darlene mused to herself, "staying perfectly still and not touching anything". Like hell, she thought almost instantly. That was 3 life times ago. I was lied to, I was deceived, and I was mentally abused by the lack of knowledge about my own self. Darlene felt she was getting mad and that, right now, was a waste of time. It was better to lie there in a wonderful comfy bed, in the home of her uncle who obviously could give a crap less about that problem, and find out about her own body in her own ways and her own hands. And fingers, she silently smiled to herself - I cannot forget how great well-placed fingers could make me feel, thought Darlene; mine or someone else's. That observation brought Darlene full circle back to her thoughts about the bath and the shower room. It still amazed her that she had quietly lain there and watched, felt, and enjoyed being bathed - and shaved- by her uncle. Was this sinful?? I'm over 18 Darlene thought, but that's all I know for sure. She had concentrated on looking at his penis and his ball sack, watching his penis bob and swing back and forth like a snake taunting a soon to be victim. She liked the attention that she did know. Having his fingers hold and move her pussy lips all around almost made the yearning for that touch cause Darlene to reach down and rub her clit but she made herself not do that. Not yet, anyway. The realization of where she saw that warm pinkish color that she had seen her clit and pussy lips become dawned on Darlene. Her uncle's penis!! When it began to swell and hang out farther from his body, it had turned a warm, pinkish color on the head and the long part. Damn, I hate not knowing the names of parts though Darlene. We will have a "this is this-this is that "session real soon; I want to know how big it does get for him. Darlene slid back into a warm dozing sleep, thinking that he never did answer her questions about his erections... Comfort & Care Darlene could not believe her uncle was not going to touch her there. He was massaging every part of her body but right there in her crotch. She was almost ready to grab his hand and put it right there when she suddenly held her breath. His hand had gently moved along the left side of her crotch where the leg and torso joined. His fingers had passed on the edge of her pussy hair and brushed it back and forth with his fingertips. It was such a shock that she could feel her pussy hair actually stand up like she had goose bumps. It was like a cool breeze as his fingers touched her there and moved on. She knew it was no fluke when his fingers did the same thing down the right side or her groin. Then, very softly –almost so softly she wasn’t sure he did it. She felt his index finger come very, very gently right up the middle of the groove between her pussy lips. She held her breath again as he softly brushed her pussy hairs back and forth, as if he had just discovered them being there. It was unbelievable and it was driving her right up the wall even higher. She could feel how wet she was down there. Then the lightning bolt hit her between the eyes. He put his index finger just between her pussy lips and did the same thing; h gently slid it back and forth but his time he was spreading the slickness of her female wetness around her pussy and around all the skin in the area. Darlene was finding it hard to concentrate and keep her mind on any thought as Gerre slowly moved her pussy back and forth, pushing and rubbing the lips from near the top to the place nearest her asshole. Gerre was watching pleasure waves crossing Darlene’s face as he slowly planned every move in getting his fingers into her pussy. More than once he heard her suck in air as he advanced one more step in penetrating her feminine world. Her wetness was nothing like he had experienced in a woman in quite a while. It made it easy for him to be slow and be teasing at the same time. The more he teased, the wetter she got. The wetter she got, the more he would spread her juices around her pussy lips and her slit. He had not touched her clit as yet, He was saving it for the next special movement that he had in mind. Darlene’s body went right through into hyper drive when Gerre touched her clit the first time with his index finger. Her body bucked up off the bed like her crotch was the center of her universe. She had her first real womanly orgasm right then. Gerre had placed his finger on top of her clit and just pressed right on it to hold it to one side of her pussy. The direct touch and the pressure put her over the edge. He had to hold on to her to keep her from falling off the bed as she pushed up and down, crossed her legs, and tried to pull his hand up into her as far as he could get it. It took some doing for Gerre to keep his finger from doing exactly that – going up inside Darlene. He knew she was still a virgin and he had no intention of taking that piece from her unless she consented later. Gerre kept his finger right on top of Darlene’s clit and his arm lay across her body so she didn’t; fall out of bed. In doing this, it gave him total access to her pussy. He began to rub her clit and slide his fingers up and down her pussy lips from her clit to her asshole. Several times he circled her asshole with his fingers; several times he could feel it pucker up as she had another mini-orgasm. This gave him the idea to shift his position so he could finger Darlene’s pussy with one hand while teasing her asshole with the other. That seemed to be driving her from one orgasm to another in rapid succession. Darlene could not believe what she was feeling!!! BAM BAM BAM — one right after another she was having orgasm after orgasm. This was what her mother wanted her to miss?? What was wrong with that stupid woman?? Wave after wave crossed over her mind and body, she could not believe the total pleasure she was feeling. Her uncle was slowly playing her body like a fine violin and she was so glad he could give this adventure to her. She didn’t really feel it at first; it was more of a tickle at her asshole than anything else. She didn’t care; he could play with her asshole all he wanted if it made her feel any better. Darlene just let it come on her and happen. She could feel his index finger circle around the muscle ring and then slide back up to tease her clit some more. She felt him shift his position so one had been playing tunes with her pussy and her clit; the other was slowly rubbing her asshole. She could tell her uncle had put oil on his finger more than once. So it was no sudden surprise when she felt his finger begin to push on her asshole and start to slide right into her. What she wasn’t ready for was what her uncle did next. He began to alternate sliding his oiled finger in and out of her asshole, and rubbing more circles on her clit and pussy. It was more than Darlene could handle - -the pleasure waves sent her right into a mind blowing, body humping orgasm. Gerre began to help her unwind a little at a time so she was coming down on a long slow, glorious glide into a much deserved sleep. Gerre looked at his niece as he cleaned her up. She was sound asleep but lying totally spread out on the bed. He could see right into her vaginal area because her pussy lips had opened up to the pink of her interior. She reflexively humped his hands 3-4 times in her sleep as he used a warm wash cloth to clean her pussy and asshole of excess oils. She had reacted much stronger to the asshole rub, as he called it, than he had hoped. That was wonderful information for future use should the occasion arise. Gerre put Darlene’s legs back together and tucked her under the covers, the headed off to take care of his own business before going to bed. Darlene would eventually find out about her uncle but not this night. Comfort Blanket Lying in bed, that lovely semi-dozing post-coital state, taste of cum in my mouth, my hair matted and damp from saliva. Nestled in arms that are stroking me softly. My mind ambles and gambols and twitters through various emotions and thoughts. "You know you keep talking about breaking me? Do you mean that? Do you think you could?" "Yes." Calm voice, not much thinking required before the response. Fingers still stroking me softly. "But what do you mean when you say that? Do you mean making me do something, forcing me? Or do you mean making me want to do something, to please you?" "I mean you wanting to please me." Calmly confident. No sense whatsoever of self doubt. "All it takes is time." "Well, yes, you know I want to please you. But you mean, you reckon you can make me do something I really really hate the idea of?" "Yes." The fingers continue their massage, sleep inducing and comforting. Background now, I'm ignoring them, as I'm feeling challenging. I don't believe you. "Okay, well, let's think about the things I hate, and limits and so on. You know I hate gags, and hoods, and puppy play. I really hate puppy play. And I'm scared of piss play." "But none of those things are hard limits, are they?" "Well, no, they're not, and even the stuff I said was, like needles and cutting, they'd be okay now too. Dunno why. The one thing, the only thing, that really really freaks me out now, is ass-to-mouth. Cannot stand the thought of doing that. No matter how much you think you can make me do it. I mean, yes you could *make* me do it. But I really don't think you could make me want to do it, to please you." "Yes." I pull away from you slightly, and look at you. Fingers still stroking my arm and back. I don't believe you, but this damn implacable confidence is making me think. Is kind of slowing my brain down. I'm seeing images replayed in my head of all the ass-to-mouth porn I've watched in the past. It arouses me, and I like watching it. Mostly because it's the ultimate in Verboten! to me....and part of me wants to be able to do it. But such a huge sense of taboo and filth; to me it's the epitome of filth and degradation, humiliation and use. I also know you know this. And that though it may be something that doesn't overly appeal to you (I don't know), the power I've given you in allowing you to know this will make it appealing. "Tell me why you hate puppy play so much." I snort, and shuffle away from you a little. "Well it's just so silly. I feel humiliated doing it. Wagging my tail, and being on a lead, and led around on all fours. And begging." I shudder slightly, remembering the last occasion. When I'd had to beg to be fucked. When you knew how horny and needy I was. How I needed your cock in me. When you'd taken that need, and used it. Made me beg, "Beg for it, slut. Like a doggy." I'd mumbled, "Please fuck me, Master," not making eye contact, feeling terribly self conscious, knowing what you really wanted. "Tut tut, that's not how a little puppy begs, now is it slut?" I'd struggled and struggled. You'd lain me over the fucking bench...fingered me, teased me, taunted me. Asked me again and again, the needier and more frustrated I became, "Are you ready to beg for me properly now?" I wasn't. I couldn't. I wanted to. I wanted to be able to. I knew what you wanted. And I knew I couldn't do it. And I knew you wouldn't fuck me till I did. For minute after minute, for teasing touch after teasing touch, I shook my head and groaned at you. Eyes shut tight, denying myself. Denying you. Denying you that control. You waited. I waited. You outwait me. I struggle from the bench, murmuring to myself, "okay.... okay", eyes shut. Maneovering myself to my knees in front of you. Hands on my thighs. Litany in my head of "okay, I can do this..it's stupid, but I can do this". No, I can't. I won't. You wait. There are murmured words of encouragement, I am told I'm a good girl, a good puppy. About to give her Master what he wants. This shuts me down again. I sit back on my heels, I can't move. But I want to feel you accept me back in your arms again. And I want your cock inside me, pummelling me, claiming me. Eventually, a couple of timeless minutes later, I am able to take a deep breath, kneel up, hands in front of me, curled over, and murmur, "please will you fuck me Master." Tears are in my eyes, and you push harder. "Pant for me, puppy." My mouth opens, my tongue protrudes, I pant, while crying. And that's it...I'm crying in your arms, telling you I hate you. And then you're fucking me, and holding me, and loving me. And I'm in something of a state of shock. I hate you. I hate you for making me do that. I hate you for making me do something I think is so stupid. But I love you. You won. You made me. You made me want to. You removed choice. And not by force. You made me want to, even when I didn't want to. Most adamantly did not want to. I shake my head and shudder a little, remembering. "I just hate it." Your hand twines in my hair; "Well, I know what little puppies like. They like having bones to chew on. So here, little puppy, have a bone to chew on." My head is crudely thrust beneath the covers to your crotch, and rapidly swelling cock. I suck and lick. This sudden assault.. I hate puppy play! But you are telling me what a good puppy I'm being, how I'm enjoying so much having a bone to chew on. And good puppies are rewarded. Your fingers are circling my cunt, teasing me. I'm wet. Your fingers are entering me. I'm a good puppy. I'm being rewarded. My cunt is gripping your fingers. You tell me to show you how happy a puppy I am. Wag my tail. I groan on your cock, but, damn it, I find myself wagging for you. You repeat your command to wag, to keep wagging. Your fingers are fucking me. I'm a good puppy. And then it's all twisted around. And there is a tone in your voice that illustrates this bloody calm self-assurance and implacableness....for you are telling me all about how one day, in your own time, I will do other things I hate. For you. When you wish them. How I will enjoy having your cock buried to the hilt in my arse. How you will then withdraw. Place your cock in my mouth. Down my throat. I will taste myself on you. I will feel you cum down my throat. I will lick you clean. And I will thank you for it afterwards. And, to my consternation, I am dripping all over your fingers. And thrusting my cunt onto you, as I gag repeatedly on my lovely bone. The moment evaporates, boiling lust dissipating slowly. There is no consummation on this occasion. Neither of us cum. There is just the point made, hanging in the air between us. And then sealed between us, as you pull me up to lie alongside you. Pull the covers over both of us, kiss my forehead. And stroke my arm and back again, gently and lovingly. And I'm enclosed in your arms. And your words and intention. And your ability to make me. Do things. I don't like. Comfort Food This story was inspired by Jasper Carrott. I’ll bet that this is the only story in the entire Lit index that contains those words. Thanks go to the Brummie comedian for giving me this idea. Remember to vote and to send feedback before you leave. Remember, if you want to read more, then you have to be nice to me. My writing is fuelled by my ego. If you liked this story, then try reading The Training Ch03 or Autoerotica. Hope you enjoy. Amy lay back in her bath and tried not to think about Justin. She was determined that she wasn’t going to get upset about him. She would have dumped him eventually anyway: he was selfish, narcissistic, ego-centric, self-obsessed, shallow and vain. In that order. How could he dump her for being frigid? It wasn’t like they’d never had sex; it was just that she wasn’t a very highly sexed person. And Justin was way out there. He’d wanted to use handcuffs and vibrators and have phone sex with her. He’d even asked her to masturbate in front of him for God’s sake. Amy shuddered. Pervert. She was better off without him. Tears still pricked at the corners of her eyes and she sunk further into the bubbles, trying to prevent them from spilling over. She didn’t need him; all she needed was a nice quiet bath and then into bed. Into bed alone. Into her cold bed all on her own. Tears brimmed, then started to leak quietly down her cheeks. Amy grabbed for the towel and got out of the bath. This was going to require ice cream. *** It was a fifteen minute walk to the shops and with every step Amy could feel the loneliness grow until it was almost overwhelming. The persistent drizzle trickled down the back of her neck and she shivered. It felt as though she’d been walking for hours without actually getting anywhere. Her hands were plunged deep in the coat she’d flung on and she noticed that her fingers were clenching at the bottom of the pockets, curling into fists around the material. It was only as she finally reached the grey line of shops that masqueraded as a town centre that she realised her complete lack of a purse. Amy leant back against the nearest wall and shut her eyes, allowing a second to wallow in her despair. It wasn’t fair; she was having a shitty enough day as it was. She didn’t deserve to have to go home to fetch her purse. She fumbled in her pockets, hoping against hope that there was enough loose change to make up a Carte D’or’s worth or at least a Tesco’s value. Thirty-two pence. Nowhere near enough. She stared at the rain-laden skies and debated briefly whether it was worth going back for her purse. Amy rummaged through her coat again, praying that there was another coin that she’d missed. Thirty two pence wasn’t even enough for a Mars bar. She needed something, if only to give her the energy to face the walk home. Then an idea hit her. What about Kev’s bargains? It wouldn’t be good quality ice cream, but right now she was willing to accept anything. She smiled as she walked towards Kev’s shop, wondering how the hell he managed to stay in business. *** Kev had been a fixture in Walton for as long as Amy could remember and was something of a local running joke. To call him eccentric was one hell of an understatement. He was about 70 years old and ran an archaic sweets shop full of ancient jars of boiled sweeties and gobstoppers, located right in the middle of the high street. The property was probably worth a mint, but he showed no signs of shutting up shop and retiring. Amy pushed open the door, enjoying the nostalgia of the tinkling bell. Kev’s shop had always been first stop for Amy’s pocket money when she was younger. Other shops had more variety and better chocolates, but Kev’s had something weird about it. It was so olde-worlde that it seemed almost an anachronism, even then and the aura it had made it completely different from everywhere else in the town. Ancient jars of sweets lined the shelves and the floor was coated in a thin layer of dust. Amy breathed in the musty air, all of her troubles temporarily forgotten as she looked around the store. Kev didn’t even make an appearance behind the counter at the doorbell. He was so trusting, so sure that people would take what they wanted and leave the money on the desk. The theory appeared to work though; Amy could see a good bit of money lying unattended on the desk. It lay there, briefly tempting her to ‘borrow’ some to get decent ice cream, before she rejected the idea. Stealing from Kev would be like stealing pocket money from a five year old. She wandered over to Kev’s bargain freezer, poking absent-mindedly at the jars on the shelves. Kev’s bargains would have been superb for students, if there had been a university anywhere near. They were dirt cheap sweets and ice creams imported from places like Kazakhstan and Bolivia. Probably a health hazard, but right now Amy was just responding to a primal need for ice cream. Amy leant down into the waist high freezer and shuffled through the tubs of ice cream. The gaudy labels and foreign words glared out from every pack. She hefted one out of the freezer and examined the label. Made from 100% dog’s milk. Maybe not that one. “There must be something decent in here somewhere,” she muttered to herself as she dug deeper and deeper into the pile, her head disappearing into the freezer as she sifted through the hoards of avocado flavoured ice-cream. Her hand closed around a promising looking container and she twisted it to examine the label. There was a sudden crunch from the mechanism of the freezer which echoed loudly around Amy’s head. Startled by the unexpected noise, she jumped, rattling her head off the side of the freezer. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes and stood up sharply. The sudden movement caused the world to move far too quickly and she swore, trying to ignore the jackhammers in her temple. She waited for the thudding vibrations in her head to quieten down and stop trying to crush her eyeballs and examined the ice cream she was clasping. The tub was cylindrical which boded well for nice ice cream, but the writing on the label was written in German, which didn’t. Produkt von Liechtenstein was written all over it and Amy was about to discard it until she noticed a magic word written on the side. Schokolade. *** Amy sat down in the most comfortable chair she could find and examined her prize. When she’d first found it, the fact that it was chocolate flavoured had been the most important thing in the world. Now that she’d had time to look at it properly, it seemed a little weird. There was nothing she could really put her finger on, but something about it was odd. She popped the lid off and prodded the contents. It had been nicely softened by the walk home and her fingertip left a satisfying imprint in the surface of the ice cream. Tentatively, she licked her finger. Looks like ice cream, tastes like ice cream; Amy was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt. She licked her finger again. Damn this ice cream tasted good. She grabbed a spoon and dug out a mouthful, allowing it to glide past her lips before sliding onto her tongue. Her tongue pressed against the top of her mouth, squeezing the lump of chocolate to force it onto her tastebuds. A dual feeling of chill and warmth flooding down her spine in quick succession and Amy shivered as it spread out in waves across her body. Pure calorial pleasure. The feeling dissolved all too quickly and she dug out a larger mouthful. The ice cream melted on her tongue and Amy luxuriated in the taste. The waves of cold and hot washed over her again, but stronger this time. Amy expected it to fade away like before, but instead it grew stronger, waxing to encompass her whole body. It grew as she let the ice cream slide down her throat, before centring in a pulsing warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. Amy’s forehead furrowed as she regarded the tub. No ice cream had ever made her feel like this before. Experimentally she swallowed another mouthful and her eyes widened as another wave of sensation travelled up and down her spine. The pleasant warmth in her stomach increased and it felt as though heat was radiating from her skin. Amy felt her nipples throbbing as they hardened against her shirt. Was she getting horny from an ice cream? The heat travelled lower, centring in her loins and Amy moaned as she felt her clit start to pulse. Moaned? Amy was starting to get worried now. What was in this ice cream? She looked down to see another heaped spoonful at her lips. Amy didn’t remember digging that spoonful out of the tub. Every instinct in her lusted for the soft brown ice cream and Amy felt her arm moving of its own volition, placing in onto her tongue. The ice cold was an instant shock against her tongue, providing an intense counterpoint to the warmth that was threatening to overwhelm her body. Amy closed her eyes, her body thrilling with the exquisite moisture in her crotch. The pulsing of her clit was becoming harder to ignore now and Amy’s hips were rocking slightly, moving to the thrusts of an invisible lover. Her hand dipped the spoon into the tub again and she opened her eyes to see it dig out another mouthful of ice cream. It looked so tempting, so overpowering. How could she resist this kind of feeling? With an effort she dropped the spoon. The feelings were starting to fade and Amy felt a mixture of gratitude and disappointment. Tasting that ice cream had made her feel out of control, as though something was controlling her body and she had no power over what she did. Amy shuddered. Best thing to do was throw it all away. Still… She eyed the tub, replays of the sensations she’d been feeling just a minute ago flashing through her mind. Just one more bite couldn’t hurt… Amy grabbed the carton and ran to the kitchen, shoving it into the freezer and slamming the door before she changed her mind. She slumped down in the chair again, thankful that she’d not taken another bite of that awful ice cream. *** Twenty minutes later Amy was still sitting in the chair, trying to find something to occupy her mind. The television was filled with ice-cream adverts, every one of her books seemed to involve the heroine eating sundaes and comfort-eating required passing the freezer. What was wrong with her? Amy couldn’t seem to think of a single topic that didn’t involve chilled dairy products. Not even Justin was this pervasive in his invasion of her thoughts. Amy smiled in triumph. Justin. The ultimate mind cleanser. She closed her eyes and pictured him from the annoying little quiff to the heels of his unnecessarily chunky boots. The chair creaked as she rocked further back in it. He’d been so suave and charming – always able to get his own way. Amy thought back to the many times he’d come back from work horny and had talked her into putting out. A smile crept across her face as she remembered some of the times when he hadn’t even said a word to her. He would quietly shut the door behind him and creep up behind her. The first thing she would know of his presence was a strong arm wrapping around her, his hand sliding smoothly under her shirt and onto her stomach. His penis would press into her arse as his hand moved, gently caressing her skin as he whispered into her ear. His other arm would move to relieve her of her skirt, allowing it to fall in a crumpled heap in the floor as his fingertips brushed against the slick cotton of her panties. Amy would stand there, her body frozen as his fingers grew bolder, creeping toward the waistband of her panties before sliding inside to brush against her labia. She shuddered, remembering how his fingers had always known just where to touch – caressing, tapping and stroking just as she needed it, as if he’d been able to read her mind. And when she was nearly crying out, he would slide himself into her. A suffusion of pleasure flooded Amy’s mind as she thought of him, his penis entering her so slowly, tantalising her with his lingering movements while his fingers played with her, driving her to distraction, while his mouth pressed against her ear, whispering that he needed to hear her beg, she had to tell him exactly how much she needed him. Amy whimpered, her entire body on the verge of orgasm as she thought about Justin. Without realising it, one hand had crept to her breast and was toying with it, squeezing it and rolling her palm over the silk of her blouse. The other was resting between her thighs and had started to rub herself through the crotch of her trousers. A strangled moan escaped from her mouth. Suddenly she opened her eyes and noticed what she was doing. Amy leapt out of her chair with a squeal. The sensations died away slowly and Amy felt them go with a little pang of regret. They felt good; so much better than the feelings of emptiness and loss that threatened to swamp her now. Amy looked down at her own body, trying to catch her breath. Maybe a little self-pleasuring wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Now that she had no boyfriend, it seemed wrong to deny herself some gratification. Amy shook her head. Where were all of these thoughts coming from? She was a good Christian girl – why was she even considering masturbation? She took a deep breath. She had self-control; she could resist temptation. Still the feelings burned inside her and she could almost feel her fingers inching towards the button of her trousers, yearning to slide them down her legs and enjoy her body. What was so bad about masturbation anyway? Amy started to move, her body betraying her as she walked slowly into the kitchen and opened the freezer. A last voice of protest echoed in her mind, but it was being swamped by the possibility of tasting the ice cream again. She pulled open the freezer door, her body luxuriating in the blast of freezing air that greeted her, and grabbed the tub. She dropped back onto the recliner with her trophy, tearing off the lid and digging out a heaped spoonful. The voice struck up again crying that this wasn’t right, this wasn’t nice, this was wrong, this was bad. Amy wrapped her lips around the spoon and felt the ice cream melt against her lips, sliding into her mouth like liquid silk. Fuck nice. Tonight she was going to be bad. A smile spread across her face at her thoughts. She never usually swore, but tonight it seemed fitting. “Fuck nice,” she said out loud. The timbre of her voice startled her. It sounded husky. It sounded sexy. The smile broadened and she licked her lips, tasting the ice cream. The spoon was filled with ice cream again before she realised it and she sucked it eagerly between her lips, desperate to feel those sensations again. A chunk of ice cream slipped from the spoon and dropped into the neck of her blouse. The sudden shock of the cold on her skin spread as the chunk slid down between her breasts and onto her stomach. Amy moaned as she felt a wave of arousal follow the ice cream’s path down her torso. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, revealing more of her body to her eyes. Amy had never looked at her body as a sexual object before, but she was suddenly very aware of just how sexy she looked. Her finger traced up from her belly and over her chest, sliding over the path of the ice cream before she brought it to her mouth, licking every last bit of chocolate from her digit. Another wave of arousal washed over her and Amy knew that she had to escape the remainder of her clothes. Her hand moved to the white lace of her bra, squeezing at her breast, cupping and then clutching. Every movement sent an electric shock through her nerves and Amy squeezed it again just to wallow in the rush of sensation. Fingers crept behind her and she unfastened the catch, tossing the bra away to allow her fingers easier access to her cleavage. Cold air played across her nipples and Amy gasped as she felt her aureolae crinkle in the shock of the chill. The spoon was in her hand again and Amy watched as her hand moved, almost of its own volition, dragging over her breasts, leaving a trail of ice cream across her skin. The chill of the spoon caused her nipples to harden even further and Amy whimpered as she felt the rush of hot and cold flash down her spine, radiating out into her body. Her fingertips fumbled with the button of her trousers, desperate to get them off, to release more of her skin to the dual sensation of the icy spoon and her oh-so-warm fingers. Now she was nearly naked, clad only in a pair of skimpy white panties. Amy paused, taking a second to luxuriate in the sensation of total and utter abandon. The leather of the recliner stuck to her skin as she shifted, feeling a delicious warmth build up between her legs. This was so unlike her, this wild feeling of recklessness. Amy’s lips curved as the smile spread across her face like cream across a saucer. If only Justin could see her now. Her fingers crept along her hips, tiptoeing down her body to hook under the waistband of her panties, tugging gently at them before sliding them down her legs. Amy lay back in the recliner, thrilling in the feeling of complete nudity. She’d never been naked anywhere outside of her bathroom and bedroom before. She stretched, flexing like a cat as she enjoyed the feeling of leather against her bare skin. Her hand reached for the spoon again, scooping more ice cream. Amy watched, allowing her body to move by its instincts, as she moved the spoon between her legs. The cold of the metal shocked her and she ran the back of it over her inner thighs, teasing herself by moving so close, but never quite touching her pussy. The sensations flooded her body and Amy closed her eyes as the feelings swamped over her. Her pussy felt like it was throbbing, pulsing with desire. She needed to touch herself. Suddenly she felt the ice cream touching her pussy and she yelped as the sudden cold metamorphosed into a deep heat building up inside of her. Sparks crackled and Amy moved her free hand to run up and down her pussy lips. Her fingers felt so hot compared to the ice cream and she stifled another yelp as her arousal grew again, welling up inside her like water pressing against a dam. It receded slightly onto to return greater than before, every wave pounding at her self-control as the dual sensations of hot and cold consumed her mind. Her back arched at every touch, her body screaming, begging for release. The sensations built up inside her again, but instead of receding they continued to grow, overwhelming her. Amy moaned, a long drawn out expression of pleasure as her orgasm overwhelmed her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her consciousness as she collapsed into ecstasy. *** Amy stood by the phone, her chest still heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her naked body glistened in the light, a mixture of sweat and ice cream coating her skin. She hadn’t bothered to dress and probably wouldn’t for the rest of the evening. “Justin? It’s Amy. Remember how you said to call you if I wanted to talk? Well I think we should talk now. Come round my place. I’ve got something to show you.” Don’t forget to vote and send me feedback. The nicer you are to me, the more I tend to write. Comfort Fucking I sighed and ran downstairs to see what all the yelling and screaming was about. Momma's shouts had woken me up, as they for as long as I could remember. "You fucking bastard! You told me we were gonna move away from this dump for good this summer! You told me ya had a job in the city! A high payin' one, too! Now yer tellin' me ya lost it?!" Momma shouted. "Oh, calm down, God dammit! I told you that I MIGHT have a job, and we might move away, but nothing was for certain, Estelle," he screamed back. Momma turned away, sobbing. I took a good look at her. At one time, she'd been the hottest sexpot in the county. A lot of people told me we looked so much alike since we had the same long black hair, svelte figure, and sexy dark brown eyes. I wasn't sure if I was that good looking or not, but Momma had lost her looks ages ago. Her dark hair was shot with gray, her face showing more wrinkles every birthday. I knew it had been ages since Daddy fucked her. "Tears aren't gonna work this time, Stellie. You've got everything a woman could want. We don't even need to pay rent on this damned farm. My mother gave it to me for free," he reminded her. Daddy still definitely had it going on. Long hours of working outdoors made his tanned muscular body stir feelings in me no daughter should feel for her father. But, hey, I was only nineteen. All teens got horny over anything! "Yeah, that's because you screwed your mother every time ya visited her. Don't think I don't know. And don't think I can't get custody of Sophie and Trixie. Ya better shape up," she hissed. I waited for Daddy to deny sleeping with his mother, but he said nothing. In fact, he blushed when she mentioned it. He smiled. "You couldn't care less about the kids. You barely say a word to them all day. You don't even know what they do all day, either. Betcha didn't know that Sophie's been sleepin' with the hired hand," he shot back. I felt my own face turn red. How did he know? Oh, God. I thought of the things Bubba and I did in the barn when we thought no one was watching. "Well, Bubba's a good man, an' Sophie's growin' up. Maybe she'll marry him and have a better life than I had," she said. She ran up the stairs, crying, not even seeing me standing in the stairway. I started to follow her to give her a piece of my mind, but then stopped. She was a useless disgrace of a human being. A bad wife and an even worse mother. I wasn't the least bit surprised when Trixie woke me up the next morning whining about how Momma had taken all of our money and left a note saying she was leaving us forever. "And the problem is?" I said and rolled over to go back to sleep. "What's the problem? WHAT'S THE PROBLEM? Momma's gone!!! And it's all Daddy's fault. Like she says, he never thinks about our future," she wailed. She definitely took after Momma. I sat up and looked at her tear stained face. Her looks had improved for some reason since she turned eighteen last summer, and she looked a little silly in her baby doll dress and braids. She'd inherited Daddy's soft blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Her curvy figure was impossible not too notice beneath the dress' thin fabric. "Daddy doesn't need to plan our future, Trix. We should be the ones to do that. And Momma's was just a thorn in our sides. She only married Daddy because she was pregnant with me, and she wanted to abort you. And if you think that's bad, you oughta have seen what she did with Bubba out in the barn," I said and laid back down. I threw the covers over my head as she fled from the room, sobbing. What a drama queen. I got up and got dressed later on and went downstairs. Trixie was sitting on Daddy's lap and still sobbing like a child. "It's gonna be okay, princess. Daddy's here to take care of you," he murmured and lightly kissed her on the top of her head. I could tell the poor guy was drunk. What the hell did he ever see in Momma? He held her tightly, his strong arms gently stroking her back as he tried comforting her. He covered her face with kisses. I was mesmerized by the scene. How could Momma leave such a warm, gentle, sexy man? And that's when I realized what my true feelings were for him. Jesus. I was in lust with my own father! I stood back in the shadows so they wouldn't notice what I was doing. I imagined that it was me in Daddy's arms, not Trixie, as I reached down into my denim cutoffs and began rubbing my clit. I was an expert at masturbating. Bubba had taught me how stick a whole beer bottle up my snatch, and lately that was the only thing that could get me off. But now something inside of me came alive as I watched Daddy. I thought about what it would be like to have him reach into my pants and stick his fingers inside me, gently wiggling them around to stimulate my whole body. I imagined his firm mouth pressing against mine, his tongue jutting in and out of my mouth. I licked my lips and rubbed my clit faster. I smiled as I pictured him laying me down on the floor and slowly removing my shorts and panties. I held back my moans as I pictured him lowering his head to my pussy and parting it with his fingers. And, oh God, what he'd do with that mouth! I could almost feel him licking and tasting my pussy, rolling his pointed tongue around my clit. I bit down on the back of my hand as I came, hoping they couldn't hear my suppressed moans. I stood there catching my breath, my body so weak with desire I almost couldn't move. They held each other for awhile before Trixie suddenly gasped and leaped from Daddy's lap. She looked down at his crotch. "You're hard again, Daddy," Trixie whispered. Again?! "You know how to help me with it, Trix," he said quietly and unzipped his fly. I stared at them in shock. How long had this been going on? And just how did Trixie help him with his hard ons? I soon learned exactly how my sister helped our daddy. Apparently the braids and little girl dresses were just a disguise. Without a word she dropped to her knees and gently took his cock in her hand. She seemed kind of nervous and insecure and looked up at Daddy for guidance. She looked so sweet and innocent at that moment. Too bad he was making a woman out of her. She slowly bent her head and licked the head of the cock with small, gentle strokes. He moaned and leaned his head back as he unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Trixie helped him take off his jeans and waves of desire washed over me as I watched my young sister begin kissing his nude body. She started at his belly and moved up towards his chest, trailing little girl kisses up towards his throat. He pulled her on top of him and kissed her passionately. I knew she was getting some tongue action. She pulled away from him breathlessly, tears running down her face. "No, Daddy, this is wrong. Sick and wrong! I'm your little girl, for God's sake," she whined. He kissed her again. "You remind me so much of her. So gentle and vulnerable. You need me, don't you, Trixie? As much as I need you? Give me what I need, baby," he answered quietly and kissed her again. She tried to break free, but soon gave in to her own desires. He helped her remove her dress and underwear. Her tits were small, but perky. She sat on his lap as he sucked each nipple. Her moans were so loud that he lightly slapped her on her little ass and told her to keep quiet so I wouldn't hear. She pressed her mouth to his and straddled him. I watched as he thrust his cock into her tight little pussy, inch by inch. She moaned even louder and started riding him, her ass cheeks jiggling each time she lowered herself down onto him. He stood up and bounced her up and down on his rod. She wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her face in his neck. He closed his eyes and grunted with ecstasy, bounced her faster and faster. At last she leaned back and moaned as she came. And came. And came some more. I could tell Daddy was worried about getting her knocked up. He quickly fell back into the chair and pulled her off him just in time before he came. And came. And came. And. . . you get the picture. His cum shot out of him like some big creamy bullet. Trixie kneeled down and licked his cock clean. He smiled down at her and she sat up, wiping her mouth. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I laughed like a madwoman as I raced into the room with a Polaroid camera. I took pictures of them, and God, it was hilarious. I still have those photos. They work great as blackmail. Both are gaping at me with fear and horror with every inch of their naked bodies in full view. Trixie has cum dripping down her chin. "Oh, Jesus, oh my God, Sophie, it's not what ya think, honey. . . " Daddy insisted. Both grabbed their clothes and started to dress. "No, no, no, you're not gettin' away with this," I said firmly. Trixie was crying. Again. As always. "Sophie, please, Daddy will go to jail! Please! Gimme the photos! Please!" she screeched. I smiled wickedly. "I won't tell anyone about this, as long as you two do as I ask," I said. Daddy was willing to do anything to cover this up. "I feel like playing a role playing game," I said. Trixie held her breath. Daddy smiled. "Daddy, we can start out in the barn. I'm gonna pretend you're Bubba and we're gonna fuck like there's no tomorrow. Then I'll pretend I'm Momma, and we can do whatever you two did back when she still wanted to fuck you. You can come and watch, Trixie, then I'll bring Bubba in and he'll show you how to use this for fun," I said and tossed her an empty Budweiser bottle. "Oh, Bubba showed me how to use it for fun last week," she said and giggled. I told he she could probably use a review. And so our story ends with a happy ending. Daddy was depressed for awhile, but with Trixie's and my help, he soon didn't give Momma a second thought. *********** So, what do you think of my first story? Please vote! Comfort Me Cidni Alexis Tatum lay restless in bed. The clock struck one as she attempted to dissect her scrambled thoughts in hopes of finding a cure for her insomnia. Surprisingly it had nothing to do with the dense heat that seeped through her sweating pores and threatened to suffocate her. Her worn and faded Care Bear shirt and her matching pajama pants clung to her moist, shapely body. She tossed the sheets away from her. Her homecoming hadn't been at all what she'd expected it to be. When she'd left for school, Lisa and Josh were practically inseparable. In the six months that she'd been absent, something had changed drastically. The fact that Josh had been the only one at home to greet her when she arrived had been discomfiting, but when a whole day passed and Cidni had only managed to get a few quick glimpses of her aunt, she knew that something was terribly wrong. Evidently that knowledge was what was now keeping her awake. The one time she and her aunt did speak, Lisa had seen fit to inform Cidni that she wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon. Yes, something was definitely wrong. Giving up, Cidni slid out of bed and walked out of her bedroom, enjoying the coolness of the newly refinished hardwood floors beneath her feet. She walked quietly down the steps and into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of ice cold water from the refrigerator, taking a good, long sip and realizing just how thirsty she'd been. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness shortly after leaving the kitchen, and she absently glanced about the living room. A hulking silhouette in the armchair by the couch froze her in her tracks. Josh. Relieved, she hastily flipped on the table lamp that was closest to her. He was sitting on the edge of the chair wearing boxers and a grey tee shirt, leaning on his elbows that were planted on his muscular thighs, an empty glass dangling from his hand. "Shit, Josh! You scared the hell out of me sitting here in the middle of the night...in complete darkness...'like a creepy little vampire'," Cidni laughed nervously, mimicking a line in the comedy that they'd watched earlier that evening, hoping to get a smile from him. She wasn't used to seeing such a somber expression on his handsome face, though he was a pretty serious person. He didn't crack a smile. She glanced at the empty cup in his hand and at the half empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the end table beside him. This was a night of firsts, Cidni thought. She'd never seen Josh in his underwear and she'd never seen him drink anything more than an occasional beer. "I see you're not only acquiring an education up there, but also a brand new vocabulary. I should let you know that I don't approve." He sat there in the chair, staring at his glass as if he was trying to talk himself out of filling it up again. "That pretty little mouth of yours shouldn't be used in such a manner," he continued, his voice husky. Her stomach fluttered with pleasure before she could reason with herself. It did no good to be flattered by the drunken words of your aunt's husband in the middle of the night. "Sorry," she said, "but Josh, what's the matter? Why are you sitting down here in the dark like this?" she asked, worry evident in her tone. He slowly looked up at her and the emptiness in his eyes chilled her more than stumbling upon him in the darkness had. "She's cheating again," he replied simply. Cidni certainly didn't know what to say to that. She certainly hadn't expected him to be so candid, but - again? She didn't know Lisa had done it the first time. She found it difficult to be shocked, however, though she'd thought Lisa had wizened up and realized what a good thing she had with Joshua. After some silence, she said the only thing she could think of. "Are you sure?" He ignored the question and instead laughed, a cold, heartless laugh. "At least she has the class to do it out of town," he sneered. His gaze swept over her figure and she found herself wondering what that glance meant, what he was thinking. "D'you know we were going to have a baby?" Wow. Cidni most definitely had not known. She was stunned, unable to imagine Lisa having a child. "I found out a few months ago. A little over a year into our marriage. Less than a year after she'd gotten pregnant," Josh expelled a breath, his face remained stoic, unyielding. "She came home one night and told me, out of the blue, that she'd been pregnant but that she'd aborted it. Like she'd had a bad hair day but gone to the salon," he continued. Cidni sat down on the edge of the coffee table and took a deep breath. This was crazy. She knew Lisa could be ruthless and calculating, but for her to be callous enough to make such a decision without letting her husband know beforehand, and then fail to mention it until months afterwards...no wonder Joshua looked so lost. She listened as he spoke again with a bored tone. "At the time I'd already discovered her affair. I'm no quitter, Cat. I figured I'd rather stay in a loveless marriage than give up. I don't know why she even told me about the abortion after we'd already gone through hell over her infidelity. Maybe she knew I'd find out about it anyway once I saw the results of the tests I was making her get. I didn't want her anymore, but I would have loved a child, and she'd proven herself to be an adequate mother to you," Cidni resisted the urge to roll her eyes as he went on. "I figured she'd have done even better with one of her own," he glanced at her, an apology flickering in his eyes, as if he wanted to take the last part back. Cidni could tell by his faintly slurred speech and the fact that he was rambling -- something that Joshua Brennick never did -- that the Jack Daniels was affecting him. "And even if she wasn't, I thought I could make up for it. But there she sat, telling me she'd killed those hopes as if it was unimportant, like it didn't involve me. I thought she could never hurt me again until she told me that, Cat," She nodded her head, feeling numb. "But I forgave her. I no longer loved her, there was no way I could ever love her again, but still, I forgave her. Our relationship was strained, of course. How could it not be?" Cidni watched as Josh moved to take a sip from his empty glass. His look of surprise might have been comical in different circumstances. As it was, it was just sad. Joshua relented, pouring himself another drink and taking a hefty swig. "Come to find out, she killed our -- her - baby to cover up her whorish tracks. She aborted the baby because she'd cheated mere months into our marriage and didn't want me to find out," Cidni noticed he'd motioned to the end table and saw some crumbled up sheets of paper behind the bottle of Jack Daniels. Letters. So that's how he'd found out. 
 "What kind of woman does that? Didn't she know that even if I hated her for the rest of our lives together, I'd never do anything to harm an innocent child? What kind of person is she? What kind of person did I marry?" Josh sobbed and then hiccuped before sobbing again. Cidni got up and carefully walked over to where he sat, took his glass from his hand, set it on the table and wrapped her arms around him. It broke her heart to see him like this. Lisa must have lost her mind to put him through such pain. Her eyes stung with tears when he wrapped his strong arms tightly around her waist and buried his face into her upper torso. They stayed in that position for what seemed like forever, him, squeezing her tighter as he continued to sob into her body, her, silently stroking his hair and back as if he were a child. Her shirt and torso were moist with tears when he took a deep breath and shuddered. "You smell so good," he muttered into her rib cage. When she didn't respond he looked up at her, his face brushing the underside of her breasts, his eyes the only things visible on his face. He stared into her eyes, his red-rimmed, bloodshot and puffy, but still reminding her of liquid gold. He still held her tightly against him, his wrists resting on her protruding backside. His words and actions brought to mind the fact that she had been hot and sweaty only moments ago and though he'd complimented her, she couldn't fight the wave of self consciousness that went through her at the realization. Suddenly he no longer seemed like a child to her. He was every bit the man she knew him as, yet, staring into his eyes, she realized she didn't know nearly as much as she'd thought she had. She was about to pull away from him when he closed his eyes and this time, deliberately pressed his face into the underside of her breasts, taking another deep breath as he did so. Before she could protest, she felt the shock of his moist, hot mouth through the thin layer of her nightshirt, his teeth seeming to break through the fabric barrier, making contact with the bare, sensitive skin beneath. Cidni threw her head back and moaned out loud at the simple yet catalytic contact. She swiftly glanced back down at him and their eyes connected yet again. He languidly, sensually moved his mouth and teeth over her tingling breasts without breaking eye contact. As he alternated back and forth between both of her breasts, the moist prints he left behind chilled to an almost unbearable temperature in his mouth's absence. Pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through her body, her nipples tightened and a delicious sensation swirled in her abdomen and pooled at the bottom of her throbbing pussy. No man had ever caused such a powerful reaction within her without even removing one piece of clothing. She continued staring into his eyes and knew she was in trouble when she felt his powerful hands tighten around her hips, his long fingers digging into her ass. He extended his body so that he could cover her clothed nipple with his mouth. "Joshua..." she began, uncertainty and fear in her otherwise lust-filled voice. She saw a struggle in his eyes. "Cat, I know it's wrong, but I want you so much. Please ... I need you..." he stated, vulnerability and lust lacing together in his sexy voice. If ever there was a time she could refuse him, she'd passed it up long before now. She nodded her assent and groaned with pleasure when he grabbed her thighs and buttocks, scooping her on top of his lap with his forearms as if she weighed next to nothing, so that she was straddling him snuggly. She could feel his thick, throbbing cock against her pussy through his boxers and her thin pajama pants. The heat of it, combined with her own heat, drove her insane. Instinctively, she grabbed his shoulders and started slowly grinding her hot cunt on his rigid dick, her knees brushing and digging into uncomfortable areas of the chair. He captured her face in his hands and licked her bottom lip before covering her lips with his own and slipping his tongue into her willing mouth. The taste of alcohol on his probing tongue was far from unpleasant; the distinct flavor of his mouth was intoxicating. Their tongues brushed against one another's and he moved one hand from her face and slid it beneath her shirt as she continued to grind her now soaking pussy against him. She trembled in ecstasy when his hand reached the bare, hot flesh of her breast. The contrast of his large, rough, devastatingly masculine hand against her soft, plush, feminine breast made her moan deeply into his throat. She quickened her pace, ignoring the pain she was inflicting on her knees by doing so. All of a sudden, as if he realized her discomfort, he lifted her up, carried her to the over-sized couch and laid her on her back. He got on top of her, ground his thick erection against her cunt and kissed her roughly. He rose up and yanked her shirt up, exposing her soft tits and hardened nipples to the air, then fully lathered them with his tongue. He pressed deeply into the supple flesh of her breasts and mercilessly sucked, licked and nibbled on her peaked brown nipples. She couldn't take it any longer. Having just turned twenty, Cidni wasn't the most experienced girl on the block, but she knew enough to understand what they both wanted. She reached down and grabbed his thick cock through his boxers and started rubbing the head of it to her clit, impressed and turned on even more by its size. He went still. "Ahh fuck! Cidni, baby!" He groaned. "Now who has the naughty vocabulary?" she teased into his ear, her voice trembling with the overpowering sensations rushing through her. His only response was to swiftly slip a hand beneath the waistbands of her pajama pants and organic cotton boy shorts to fondle her leaking pussy like a man possessed. When he finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, slipped the length of his middle finger into her hot, welcoming pussy, Cidni arched her back, pressing the back of her head into the couch and moaned Joshua's name. He halted and withdrew his fingers as if she'd burned him. When she felt him shift away from her she glanced up in confusion. "Ahh, Cidni, I'm so sorry. We can't do this. I should have never crossed that line. I need you to go to your room, shut your door and lock it. Hell, barricade it if you have to. I can't do this with you." If he'd thrown a gallon of ice water on her overheated body he couldn't have shocked her more. Her innate confidence and sensuality withered and left her lying there on the couch, vulnerable, and - to her utter frustration - still extremely horny. "Joshua, don't talk me like that, I'm not a child, I --" she began feebly. 
 "Now, Cidni!" The authoritative tone he used pissed her off and kicked her into gear. She hopped off of the couch with an energy and speed she didn't know she possessed, since only seconds ago she'd been trembling and yearning beneath him. She flew up the steps without another word and entered her room, slamming her door but refusing to lock it. Cidni was seventeen when Lisa brought him into their already turbulent lives. She was just stepping out of her shy, chubby shell and embracing the powerfully uplifting plateau of womanhood. Her dumpy, unappealing body had slimmed down to a sexier, sensual, pear-like shape. Her breasts were now full enough to fill two large hands, her hips were wide, her waist was small, her ass and thighs still ample, but toned from her years of volleyball and her nutritious dieting habits. Essentially, she was changing from a rollie-pollie caterpillar into a radiant butterfly, and to her vast pleasure and curiosity, guys were taking notice. Problem was, Lisa was noticing as well and was doing everything in her power to stamp out her niece's radiance, not because she worried, but because she didn't like the competition. It wasn't working, and because Cidni no longer felt the need to cower at Lisa's volatile temper, arguments were an ever-present occurrence in their daily lives. The first time Lisa brought Joshua home, Cidni was unimpressed. Yeah he was handsome in a rugged, 'I take out the trash, mow the lawn, kill critters and watch ESPN' kind of way, but he was very, very quiet and serious and his penetrating eyes made her nervous. She didn't see him lasting any longer than any of Lisa's other male counterparts (who frequently made passes at her as well as Lisa -- even when she'd been chubby). That was until she spied the ring on Lisa's finger and heard her announce him as her 'fiancé'. Was she serious? Cidni hadn't even known Lisa was exclusively dating anyone, let alone thinking about marrying him. She did the proper thing, held out her hand, gave him a slight smile and welcomed him to the family, nearly shivering when he took her hand and his amber gaze locked into hers. She glanced over at her aunt who was wearing a tight smile and clinging to her fiancé, her usually limp blond hair conditioned and lifted to temporary perfection. "The wedding will be in January, just a small celebration, right honey?" She glanced at Joshua who was staring intently at Cidni as if he was gauging her reaction. "Right," he responded without looking away. "Well, congratulations!" Cidni said, feeling slightly uncomfortable and wondering what the rush was, it was the twenty-first of November, only two days after her birthday. "Well, I'll put some supper on," she offered: one, because Lisa couldn't boil water if her life depended on it and two, because she was eager to get out of the couple's way. She turned to leave the kitchen and heard: "Oh Cidni, Josh will be moving in within two weeks, so we may need to make some adjustments." Shit. Lisa's sickly sweet tone rang falsely in her ears, and she heard every implication. There would be a man in the house from now on and certain rules would apply -- namely not mentioning any of Lisa's dirty little secrets until the marriage was firmly in place. She nodded without turning around, walking into the kitchen to fixate her mind on the pleasure of cooking a wholesome meal. Otherwise she just might have decided to throw a tantrum. The three made small talk over their meal of whole-wheat spaghetti with homemade marinara sauce and Italian meatballs, tossed garden salad, buttered garlic rolls, spring water and sweet tea. Cidni had also decided to whip up a small, two-layer, yellow cake with caramel icing, on the pretense of celebrating Lisa and Joshua's engagement -- knowing that she would need a slice more than ever after the bombs Lisa had just dropped on her. Maybe two slices. Cidni discovered that Joshua was thirty years old to Lisa's thirty-five, that he already owned a thriving construction company and was on site just as much if not more than his employees (which evidently equated to his success) and that he had no children. Lisa had apparently found a rare catch, and by the hungry looks she kept throwing in his direction, she knew it. Feeling like a third wheel, Cidni excused herself to ice the cake that had been cooling on the rack throughout the meal. As she spread the icing onto the cake (which to her happy satisfaction had turned out perfectly) she heard giggles and moans from the dining room. Her stomach tightened. Was this what she was going to have to deal with? If so "some adjustments" would definitely have to be made, starting with finding the head phones to her iPod. Lisa giggled again -- or biting the bullet and buying some new ones, Cidni thought. Before reentering the dining room, she cleared her throat loudly to make her presence known. She gave them time to adjust themselves before walking in, cake in hand. "I don't think I'll mind joining this family at all if this is the norm. Supper was delicious," Joshua said, visibly impressed. Cidni was always pleased when anyone complimented her meals, but hearing this man who'd seemed so quiet and aloof earlier, praise her cooking stirred something within her. "Thank you," She said. She sliced the first piece of cake and handed it to him -- he was going to be the man of the house, after all. He nodded his appreciation to her. "What's your full name?" "Cidni Alexis Tatum," she responded, thrown off by the random question. "Nice name, mind if I call you Cat?" This guy was definitely weird, Cidni surmised. She tilted her head as if she was considering his request. "You know what Joshua, I'll think about it, though I was under the impression that two syllables was short enough -- guess things don't get easy enough for some people," she sighed, her eyes twinkling. "Cidni, don't be rude!" Lisa turned to Joshua, "Sometimes I wonder who raised that girl," she whispered loudly, then giggled. Cidni's blood boiled. She still remembered her parents: her mother, with her comforting scent, her "tan" skin and curly hair, which, since the rest of her family was white and fair-haired (besides her), she'd always been curious about until she'd gotten older and understood; her father, blond and rough-mannered, but as sweet as a teddy bear, the man responsible for her grey eyes. Those were the people who'd raised her. It was a good thing they'd put so much love and preparation into those nine years too, because Lisa, the woman who'd merely moved in and provided for her most basic needs (by means of her parents' insurance money), had, in doing so, seemingly tried to erase everything that they'd instilled. So when Lisa made that reference, as if she'd been the one who'd loved, cherished, and supported her throughout her childhood, it didn't sit well with Cidni. She gritted her teeth, and brushed away a retort. She wasn't ungrateful, she appreciated the fact that Lisa had made sacrifices to keep her out of group homes and/or foster care after her mother and, soon after, her father, died. However, by the looks of her dwindling savings account, Lisa was getting her piece of the pie as well.