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Erin

By: Aussie_erin



The phone was ringing as I entered my office. Picking it up I answered "Martin's Printing works, Patsy Martin speaking, how can I help you"

"Mrs Martin" a voice said, "This is Veronica from Dr Wilkins office. Dr Wilkins would like to see you and he was wondering if you could call in this evening" My immediate thoughts went to my children "Are my children hurt" I asked. "No" Veronica answered, "Dr Wilkins has something he would like to discuss with you."

The last time that I had any dealings with Dr Wilkins was just over two years ago when he told me that my husband of 21 years had a particular aggressive type of Cancer and only had three months to live. My husband John lived for four months before succumbing to the disease dying and leaving me a widow at 39 years of age.

John and I had met at college and started our romance only for me to fall pregnant after we had been going together for only three months. Of course our parents were not very pleased with this turn of events however John decided that we should marry and move away from our parents. John started a small printing business to support his unborn child and me and the business flourished after we were awarded a number of Government contracts.

About six months later our daughter Erin was born. Not taking any precautions following Erin's birth about four months later I found that I was pregnant again. Our son Joel was born later that year.

Within two years the business had developed to such a stage that we were employing about 50 staff and we were doing quite well financially. Then the tragedy of the cancer struck.

My immediate reaction after John's death was to sell the business, however friends and relatives talked me out of selling out.

Joel was a gregarious 18 years old who did most of the selling of the company products throughout the country. Erin on the other hand although a most attractive girl was extremely shy and although she was 20 years of age had never had a boyfriend.

That evening with some trepidation I called at the medical centre to see Dr Wilkins. I was ushered into his office and he asked me to sit down. He started our conversation by asking me how I was coping after the death of John, how the business was going and generally trying to put me at ease.

The he got to the reason why he had called me to see him. "Mrs Martin I don't usually do this and it is only that your daughter asked me to break the news to you that I am doing so. Erin felt that it would be better coming from me than for her trying to explain it" 

I immediately thought that Erin had some serious sickness that she could not discuss with me and my blood ran cold. "I examined Erin this morning," Dr Wilkins said "and I found that she is about three months pregnant"

"No No" I said "this could not be my Erin as she did not even have a boyfriend." Dr Wilkins assured me that there was no mistake and that indeed Erin was pregnant.

I made my way home in a daze not knowing how to broach the subject with Erin, however I need not have worried as she was waiting for me with her brother to discuss the matter. "Joel" I said, "Could you please give your sister and I some privacy as there is a matter that I want to discuss with her".

"Mom" Erin said, "I think that Joel should stay as the matter also concerns him" I could not see how the matter of Erin being pregnant could interest Joel however I agreed that he could stay.

"Erin" I said "I have been to see Dr Wilkins and he has told me that you are pregnant, is this true?"

"Yes Mom it is true I am about three months along."

"Erin how did you get pregnant you do not even have a boyfriend, who is the father of this baby" Mom" Joel said "I don't think that you are going to like what I am about to tell you." Suddenly it seemed that time had stopped and I got the feeling that the reason that Erin wanted Joel to stay was that he had something to do with the pregnancy.

"Mom" Joel started, "For the past year Erin and I have been fucking and we love each other." I felt faint as a result of this revelation and immediately burst into tears. Erin also started to weep. Joel put his arms around both of us and said, "Come on now it is not the end of the world" 

"Joel tell me how this all started." I asked. Joel then went on to tell me that when I went to visit my sister in another state for a week and left them at home alone it had commenced then. Joel then started to tell me about the first night I was away he could hear Erin crying in her bedroom. He went and knocked on the door and Erin told him to come in. Erin was in bed wearing as far as he could see only a lacy nightdress He asked her what the matter was and she told him that she felt unloved and unwanted as she did not have any men friends and did not know how to develop any relationships.

Joel was dressed in only his boxer shorts and sat on the edge of the bed comforting Erin. Because it was a cold night Erin pulled back the duvet and told Joel to get into bed with her to keep warm. Joel said that he started to cuddle Erin to comfort her and then realised that she was naked except for the nightdress as he could feel her pubic hair against his leg. 

Joel said that he immediately got a hard on and it was pressing against Erin's stomach. He started kissing her cheeks whispering that at least he loved her when she suddenly held his face and kissed him deeply on the lips. Their mouths opened and their tongues intertwined. Joel started to remove her nightshirt and Erin lifted her body to make this easier, then he removed his boxer shorts and they were naked laying side by side facing each other. Erin then reached down and placed the tip of Joel's cock at the opened orifice of her cunt. Slowly he pushed his cock in expecting to be stopped by her hymen however his cock slid to its full length without any obstruction. She later told him that she had taken her own virginity with a dildo that she had purchased at the local sex shop.

Joel said that he started to push in and out of his sister's cunt, which was becoming more lubricated at each motion. He could feel his semen starting to rise and he said to Erin that he was going to cum. She said that he must pull out, as she was not on any method of contraception. Joel increased his fucking motion and at the very last moment pulled his cock from her cunt and shot loads of thick semen on her tits. 

About three months ago, while I was out shopping, Joel said that he was feeling lonely and went to his sister's room to talk to her. They had fucked the previous night and Joel was still a little horny. Erin was lying on her bed reading a magazine when Joel came in. He sat on the bed beside her and began running his hand along her lower leg. After about five minutes he started to go higher on her leg until he reached her panties, which were stretched tight across her by now well fucked cunt.

Erin put her magazine aside and lay on her back pulling her skirt up around her waist. "Suck my cunt brother" Joel removed her panties and the remainder of her clothing until she was naked before him. Kneeling between her spread legs he started to kiss her navel moving slowly down until he was kissing and sucking at her clitoris.

Stopping and standing beside the bed Joel removed his shirt and jeans and underwear. Erin reached out and gently started to massage the erect cock that was only inches away from her mouth. Leaning forward she took the cock into her mouth and started to suck it moving her lips up and down the shaft. Joel moaned in ecstasy but said to Erin that he did not want to cum this way he wanted to fuck her.

Continuing with his story Joel explained that he climbed back onto the bed and placed his cock at the mouth of Erin's cunt. Erin lifted her thighs and his cock entered her vagina. He started to fuck hard and quick and Erin's legs wrapped themselves around his back holding him tightly. Erin was bucking beneath him as her orgasm rose and she was completely oblivious to everything except her own pleasure. Joel could feel his jism rising through his cock and he started to pull out of his sisters warm wet cunt.

"No! No! No!" Erin moaned as she tightened her grip on me with her legs "Fuck me, fuck me" she screamed "Don't pull out, keep fucking me hard" I then unloaded what seemed to be a gallon of jism into her most receptive cunt. Coming down from our highs of orgasm we lay together cuddling and fondling each other. "I'm sorry that I made you cum in me" Erin said "but my orgasm was so intense that I couldn't help it"

I assured Erin that there was nothing I liked better than coming into her cunt but if we were going to continue this practice we should take some precautions and we started using condoms when we fucked. Little did we know that the damage had been done as at that moment hundreds of sperm were headed for that fertile egg resting within Erin's womb.

Six weeks later during one of our fucking sessions Erin said "Joel, I missed my period this month and I think I might be pregnant. We agreed to wait a few more weeks to see what developed. After two more missed periods we agreed that Erin should see Dr Wilkins and have a pregnancy test.

"Well Mom, that's the story so far and now you know all the details.

I had by now settled down from my immediate shock but had become extremely horny from the story as it had been told to me. I said that we should all go to bed and discuss the matter further tomorrow after we all had time to think about the situation.

To be continued...

Erin



Authors note: Of course, everyone in this story is at least 18 years of age...

Erin

Erin was nervous. She was going home for the first time since she was 12 years old. Six years. Six long, lonely years. Strict years. Safe years. The train was making a clickety-clackety noise, over and over again, and she found herself automatically sliding into the rhythm as she tried to meditate, to pray, hoping for some guidance.

The door to her compartment suddenly opened and a man appeared, struggling with two bags. Noticing her, he stopped, staring for a moment, then hastily putting his bags down and removing his hat, he bowed slightly in her direction.

"I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Sister," he said. "I hope you don't mind," he added, glancing at the seat.

"No, not at all," Erin said, embarrassed. "And I'm not a Sister," she added. "I'm only an acolyte."

"Oh, I'm sorry," the man said, sitting down. "I didn't realize there were degrees of it or anything."

"It just means I haven't taken my final vows yet," Erin explained, nervously adjusting her convent robes.

"I see," the man said agreeably. "Is that something you plan on doing?" he asked.

"I'm not sure yet," Erin replied. "That's why I'm going home, to make that decision."

"Well, you have your whole life ahead of you," the man said. "It's a decision you can always make, isn't it?"

"Y-y-yes," Erin replied, surprised by the thought.

"I'm sure you'll make the right decision," the man said, smiling at her.

"Yes, I'm sure I will too," Erin agreed, nervously twisting her hands.

The train pulled into the station and Erin got to her feet, picking up her one small bag that contained all of her worldly possessions. Nodding to the man when he said goodbye, she made her way off of the train onto the platform and stood there, looking around. It had been three years since her parents had visited her and she wasn't sure any more what they looked like.

Then she saw three people moving towards her and she realized that it was her parents and her older brother. Her heart sank when she saw them and she had a feeling of dread overcome her. She almost fell to her knees.

When they got closer Erin could see that her mother's fiery red hair was cropped short, like a man's. Her eyes were heavily made up and she wore bright red lipstick. Erin was shocked when she realized that she was wearing a man's undershirt, the kind without any sleeves, and no bra, her full breasts pressing out tightly against the thin white material, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was torn off in halter style right at the bottom of her ribs. If she bounced, Erin knew that her breasts would be visible. She wore a micro-mini jeans skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks.

Her father was dressed in a white suit, white shirt, white tie, white shoes, white hat. It was like a carnival. He was tall and broad-shouldered, over six feet. His bright blue eyes sparkled as he smiled at her.

Her brother was dressed in skin-tight black leather pants and black boots. He was wearing a formal ruffled shirt which was unbuttoned almost to his navel and tucked into his pants. He had a big gold chain around his neck. His chest was muscled and totally devoid of hair. His hair was combed very neatly, slicked back. He had gold earrings, studs, in each ear. He looked bored.

"Well, hi, sweetheart," Bill said as he reached his daughter, awkwardly putting an arm around her and attempting to hug her. "You have a nice trip?"

"Yes, fine," Erin replied, trying not to tremble.

"Hi, dear. You look good," Jane said, leaning over and air kissing her on the cheek. "It's good to have you home again."

"Hi, mom," Erin mumbled, almost ashamed to be seen in public like this.

"Hey," Brian said, nodding at her. "You've grown."

"So have you," Erin replied, seeing that he was now taller than their father.

"Is that what you have to wear?" Brian asked, nodding at her outfit.

"Yes," Erin replied, embarrassed.

"Don't you have anything else?" Brian persisted.

"No."

"Well, we're not going to worry about that," Jane said, taking Erin by the arm. "I'll just let you go through my stuff and find something. I'm sure it will fit you."

"Might be a good outfit for a plot line," Brian suggested.

"Brian," Bill said sharply. "Enough," he said, but inwardly thinking that it was a really good idea.

Erin was asked all sorts of different questions about life at the convent high school and she did her best to explain that it like any other high school except there were no boys and when they weren't in class, they were praying or going to services.

"And you want to spend your life that way?" Brian asked as they arrived at their home, a sprawling ranch-style house on a ridge overlooking a valley that had a river meandering through it.

"I don't know yet," Erin replied, getting out of the car. "I need to decide."

"We bought this house two years ago," Jane said, sweeping her arm in an arc towards the house.

"I haven't seen you in over two years," Erin said softly.

"Oh, honey, I know," Jane said. "We've been working so hard to pay for this place and getting away was just so..."

"I understand," Erin replied softly.

"Oh, shit," Jane said as she heard the phone ringing as she opened the door. "Hot Productions," she said breathlessly into the phone.

"Oh, hi Jason," she said, waving everyone in. "Yes, we're going to shoot that scene in the morning. You make sure you're ready, okay?"

"Yes, I know how ready you are," Jane laughed. "See you in the morning."

"Have you heard from Tasha yet?" Bill asked, taking his coat and hat off and loosening his tie.

"Not yet," Jane replied.

"What are you going to do?" Brian asked.

"She'll call," Jane assured them. "If she doesn't, I'll do it."

"What, again?" Brian laughed.

"We've talked about this," Bill said. "We can't make the leap to the big time with just you doing everything, we need some new blood too."

"She'll call and she'll be here," Jane told them. "Now let me show Erin to her room."

Erin followed her mother down a hallway into a room that took her breath away. It was soft and pink and full of stuffed animals with a beautiful poster bed beneath a big picture window that looked out into the valley, the pool shimmering blue in the afternoon light.

"This is so beautiful," Erin breathed, running her hand along the soft bed cover.

"Well, it's all yours," Jane said, smiling at her daughter. "You have your own private bathroom right over there and there's a door going out to the pool from the bathroom. Now come with me to my room and pick out some clothes to wear until we can take you shopping."

"I'm okay with this," Erin said, smoothing the front of her long grey skirt.

"Honey, I'm not okay with that," Jane said with a big smile. "We're not in a convent and you haven't taken your final vows. You're not required to wear it away from school."

"I'm nervous," Erin admitted, twisting her hands.

"I know, sweetheart," Jane said, moving close and stroking her covered head. "Why don't we start with this," she suggested, tugging at her head covering.

Reluctantly Erin unpinned her head covering and removed it, revealing a ringleted mass of bright red curls that tumbled halfway down her back.

"Oh, honey, you're so beautiful," Jane breathed, awed by her daughter's beauty, her bright green eyes contrasting perfectly with her hair, just like her own. "C'mon," she said, pulling her by the hand down the hallway to her own room.

"Oh!" Erin exclaimed when she entered her mother's room. A big round bed, eight feet in diameter, was in the middle of the room. The ceiling above it was mirrored, as were all the walls. It was like being in a hall of mirrors. Everything was red satin with black trim. Erin shivered at the thought the devil would be most at home in such an environment.

Jane was opening drawers and pulling things out, making a nice pile on the bed. Finally she stopped and spun around, sitting on the bed.

"That will get you started," she said, indicating the pile of clothes.

"Oh, I can't," Erin said, looking at them. 

"Of course you can," Jane said. "I've got plenty. So take them to your room and put them away and change into something else," she said, picking up the pile and dumping it into Erin's unwilling arms. "Go on now," Jane said, shooing her towards the door. "I'm going to go for a swim. You should join me."

"I don't know," Erin said, suddenly very uncomfortable.

"I put a suit in there too," Jane told her as she unzipped her skirt and let it slide to the floor.

Erin gasped when she saw that her mother was naked beneath the skirt, no panties. When Jane bent over to pick up her suit from the floor, Erin's face turned bright red and she turned and hurried out of the room. She had seen her mother's private parts clearly and there was no hair, just smooth skin like a baby's.

She went to her new room, closing the door behind her, and sat on the bed, dumping the clothes next to her. She felt so alone. All of the familiar anchors of the last six years were gone. She had never felt so out of place, not even her first days at the convent. Parsing through the clothes, Erin organized them and put them in drawers, keeping out a pair of shorts and two shirts.

Glancing at the door, Erin removed her convent outfit, standing in a long undershift. Quickly removing her undershift, which left her standing completely naked for a moment, Erin pulled on the shorts, not having found any panties in the clothes that her mother had given her. At the convent they were only allowed to wear their undershifts and their overskirts. There were no panties or brassieres.

It felt strange to be wearing shorts. It had been over six years. Pulling first one, then the other shirt on over her head, Erin looked down at her breasts pushing out against them and blushed in embarrassment. Erin's breasts were her biggest source of embarrassment in her life. They were bigger even than her mother's and stood very upright on her chest. She had big silver-dollar sized nipples. She was grateful that they weren't visible through the material.

Then, not knowing what to do, she sat on her bed and tried to meditate and pray, seeking the only solace she had known for many years.

"This is not going to be easy," Bill was saying to Jane as he sat on the side of the pool, his legs dangling in the water, watching her as she swam.

"Well, we just have to manage," Jane said, swimming up to him, holding the wall between his knees.

"She's so damned straight," Bill sighed. "I've never been around a good person before."

"Hey, watch it, bub!" Jane exclaimed, reaching up and grabbing him very firmly by the balls.

"Damn, Jane," Bill complained as she squeezed his cock.

"I'm not a good person?" Jane asked, continuing to massage his rapidly growing cock.

"Baby, you're the best there is and you and I both know it," Bill told her, a big smile on his face.

"And don't you forget it," Jane said with a laugh, staring at his now hard cock sticking up and pressing against his bathing suit.

"How can I," Bill asked, fishing his cock out and pointing it in her face, "when you're always there to remind me," he finished, sighing as Jane opened her mouth and sucked all 10 inches of his cock into her mouth, not stopping until her nose was pressed tightly up against his stomach.

"I hate wearing a bathing suit," Brian said as he approached, sitting down next to his father.

"You'll manage," Jane said, lifting her face off of Bill's cock to look her son in the eye before going back down on Bill's cock.

"If I have to wear a bathing suit because Sister Boring is here, why are you sucking dad's cock in the pool?" Brian asked, rubbing his own cock as he watched his mother work.

"She's in her room," Jane gasped as she replied. "And I can always just stop, you can't just make a suit appear."

"How about me?" Brian asked, pulling his now hard cock out.

"Oh course, honey," Jane said, turning to engulf his cock while she continued pumping Bill's in her hand.

Jane alternated back and forth, sucking first her husband's, then her son's cock.

"Look, you two," Jane said, gasping for breath as she looked up at them, gripping their rock-hard cocks in her hands, "I need to get dinner ready, so just cum already.....or you can do each other," she grinned.

"Go ahead, I'm ready," Bill said with a laugh.

"Sure, mom," Brian laughed. "I just love watching you suck my cock though."

Jane continued pumping Brian's cock in her hand while she returned to sucking Bill's. It only took a couple of minutes and Bill groaned, shooting cum into Jane's mouth. Jane eagerly gulped her husband's cum, swallowing it and sucking his cock as hard as she could, trying to get every last drop. When she could suck no more cum from him, she turned her attention to her son, going down on his cock and milking him with her talented throat muscles.

"That's what I like, mom, just like that," Brian moaned, his hand twined in his mother's short red hair as she sucked him off. "Just like that....YES," he cried, exploding in his mother's eagerly sucking mouth. "Oh, yes, suck it all," he groaned, feeling his balls pulling up into his groin as they spasmed, cum gushing into his mother's mouth.

Jane gulped and swallowed her son's cum, sucking his cock as hard as she could. When she could get no more cum, she stopped, licking her lips as she looked up at him and her husband.

"Are you two happy now?" she asked, a smile on her face. "Now put your cocks away and let me out of here so I can get dinner ready," she said, pulling herself up out of the pool, standing in her thong bikini between the two of them.

An hour later Jane had dinner ready. She called out for everyone to come eat, but Erin was a no-show. Leaving Bill and Brian at the table, she went to Erin's room, knocking on the door.

"Come in," she heard quietly from within the room.

Opening the door, Jane saw Erin sitting on her bed looking forlorn.

"What is it, sweetheart?" she asked, sitting next to her on the bed.

"I feel so lost," Erin almost sobbed. "I feel like I don't belong here."

"Of course you do," Jane assured her, putting an arm around her shoulders and holding her close. "You're my daughter and we've missed you and we're glad you're home again."

"But I'm so different," Erin complained. "I've been imprisoned in a convent for the past six years."

"You were not imprisoned," Jane objected vehemently.

"Then why did I have to stay there?" Erin asked. "Why did nobody visit me except maybe once a year? Why didn't you want me?"

"Honey, we wanted you, but we just thought it was better for you," Jane told her. "We didn't want to hurt you."

"I can't even wear normal clothes without feeling weird," Erin sobbed, looking down at herself.

"You look fine," Jane told her, getting to her feet. "Now come eat dinner with us."

Erin looked up at her mother, standing there in her thong bikini. She had never seen anyone so naked before. She allowed Jane to lead her to dinner in the dining room where she sat at the table with her father and brother.

"How about a prayer?" Jane suggested, giving stern looks to both Bill and Brian when they looked at her.

"Really?" Erin asked, looking up hopefully.

"Of course," Jane replied. "Will you lead us?"

This was something Erin understood and she quickly intoned the meal prayer that she had said and heard three times a day for the past six years. When she finished Jane said amen, quickly followed by Bill and Brian. Throughout the meal they made small talk, trying to get Erin involved and feeling more a part of everything. At some point they began talking about business until Jane opined that the evening meal was no place to be discussing business.

"Since when" Brian asked derisively.

"Brian!" Jane said sharply.

"What is your business?" Erin asked innocently.

"We have a film and video production company," Bill answered smoothly. "It allows us to work together and also to have our office here at home."

"Really!" Erin exclaimed. "I never knew you did that. What kind of films and videos do you produce?"

"Mostly geared toward the entertainment market," Jane quickly interjected.

"Do you have a studio too?" Erin asked.

"The whole basement is our studio and production facilities," Brian told his sister.

"That must be really convenient," Erin commented. "And do you work every day?"

"Usually," Bill replied with a laugh. "One day is pretty much like the others."

"I guess," Erin agreed.

"How long are you going to be here?" Brian suddenly asked.

"Brian!" Jane said sharply.

"I was just wondering," Brian complained. "I mean, is it a short visit or are you home for good?"

"I'm supposed to be deciding if I want to take my final vows," Erin said.

"And when do you do that?" Brian asked.

"There is no time limit," Erin informed him. "When I decide, I decide."

"What are you going to do while you're deciding?" Brian asked.

"I don't know," Erin answered. "It's so strange not to be at the convent with everything so planned and structured. I'm not sure what to do."

"Well, you just don't worry about it," Jane told her. "You take your time and relax and enjoy being home with your family again. We're happy you're back and you can stay as long as you like. If you want to take your vows and become a nun, then you do that. If you don't, this is your home."

"Thank you," Erin said softly, feeling better.

They finished their meal and Erin automatically helped her mother clean up afterwards. Brian and Bill wandered off and Erin started feeling uncomfortable so she went to her room, feeling more secure in the small refuge. She eventually fell asleep and slept long and deep, not waking up until after 10 the next morning.

First taking a shower, Erin went to the kitchen for some breakfast and found the house deserted. Fixing herself some breakfast, she realized they must be working down in their studio. She finished eating and decided to take a stroll around the property. She found herself very impressed with the view from their position on the mountain. The river running through the valley below glinted in the sunlight as it slowly rippled along, winding along the valley floor.

Finally going back into the house, Erin decided to see if everyone was downstairs in the office/studio. The door to the basement was easy to find. It has raised brass lettering on it, Hot Productions, and beneath that a symbol that at first Erin didn't recognize. When she did, she blushed down to her toes, finally realizing that it was two people in the classic 69 position.

Now she wasn't so sure that she wanted to see what kind of productions her family was involved in. The thought was so alien to anything she had ever learned or thought, she was literally struck dumb. She was about to turn and leave when she heard her mother's laughter ring out from the other side of the door.

"I told you she'd be here," Erin heard her mother saying. "She's pulling into the drive now."

"I still think we should do the scene with you," Erin heard a strange voice say. "There's nobody better."

"That's sweet, Jason," Erin heard her mother reply. "But I think you'll enjoy doing the scene with Tasha. It is supposed to be about a very young girl and I don't think I can pull that off anymore."

Just then Erin heard the door to the house open and then close and then the sounds of footfall coming in her direction. Not wanting to be caught for some reason, Erin ducked back into the shadows of the doorway across and slightly down the hall from Hot Productions' doorway, hoping not to be seen. She was startled to see what appeared to be a very young girl walking down the hall. She was wearing six-inch platform shoes, the shortest and smallest skirt Erin had ever seen, and a very small, sheer tube top that barely restrained what appeared to be large breasts for so small a girl, for even with her platform shoes Erin could see that she was still shorter than she was and she was 5'5". In Erin's mind she looked like a grotesque caricature of a very young girl made to look older, and blatantly sexual.




Erin



Pressing as deep into the shadow as possible, Erin watched as the girl opened the door to Hot Productions and walked in, leaving the door open.

"Hello, everybody, here I am," Erin heard her say as she threw her arms open wide in greeting.

Erin could see her mother come up and hug the girl, then kiss her, a kiss that seemed to Erin to last much longer than it should. She also noticed that her mother was wearing a thin silk-like house robe that only came down to about mid-thigh. She watched as her mother introduced the girl to Bill and Brian, both of whom greeted her with long kisses, and then a strange man, very tall, big muscles, who kissed her hard, his hands cupping her ass and pulling her close to him.

Through the open door Erin could see them all go through a doorway into another room. Her curiosity getting the better of her, Erin quietly tip-toed into the room, following where they had gone until she finally heard their voices up ahead of her. Wanting to see into the room where the voices were coming from, Erin looked for a way to not be seen. 

Seeing a standing rack full of clothes next to the door, Erin quickly slid behind it, peering through a crack in the clothes to see fully into the next room. To her surprise, it looked like a miniature school classroom with a few desks, blackboard, books. Erin saw her mother hand the girl some clothes, and to her surprise the girl simply undressed right there. When she stepped out of her platform shoes, Erin almost gasped at how small and young she looked. The top of her head only came up to Jane's shoulder.

She noticed that her father and brother and Jason were eyeing the girl's naked body critically as she began to put on the clothes her mother had handed her. It was a boring school uniform, though the skirt was very short and you could see the girl's full breasts straining against the see-thru white shirt that was obviously a size or two too small. When she was dressed, Jane checked her outfit and appeared to give some instructions to everyone before moving over behind a movie camera that was mounted on a tripod to the side of what was the teacher's desk.

"Okay, places," Jane said, putting her eye to the camera. "And action," she said once the girl and Brian and Jason had seated themselves at two of the desks and Bill moved behind the teacher's desk.

"I've graded your tests, class," Bill said, picking up some papers from the desk. "Nice job, Jim," Bill said to Brian, handing him a paper. "And you too, Sam. But you, Sue, once again you failed," he said to the girl, handing her a paper, a stern look on his face.

"Oh, Mr. Smith," the girl cried, looking up at him. "I can't fail again," she complained. "My parents will be so angry. I'll do anything, but please don't fail me again," she sobbed.

"There, there," Bill said, moving close to the girl and putting his hand on her shoulder, drawing her close to him, having the effect of pressing her cheek against his crotch. "I'm sure we can work something out," he said, rubbing her head.

"Oh, do you think so?" the girl asked, rubbing her eyes and then letting her hand rest directly over Bill's crotch. "I'd be willing to do anything," she said, rubbing him.

Erin watched in total disbelief as the girl slowly unzipped her father's pants, reaching in and pulling his cock out into the open. She had never seen a cock before. She couldn't believe it as this tiny little girl began licking and sucking on her father's cock, at one point taking the whole thing into her mouth at once. It looked so huge, she couldn't imagine how she managed to fit the whole thing.

"Okay, cut," Jane called out after several minutes.

The girl gave Bill's cock one last lick and released him, his cock standing straight out in front of him.

"Let's do the desk scene now," Jane said, moving the camera and tripod.

Erin couldn't believe that her mother was so nonchalant about Bill having his cock sucked. She was actually filming it!

"Let me change," Jane said, turning towards the door.

Erin held her breath as her mother walked right over to the rack she was hiding behind and pulled an outfit on its hanger off, turned and walked back into the room. She couldn't believe she hadn't been seen.

But she had. At the last moment Jane had noticed Erin crouched behind the rack but had decided to ignore it and act like she hadn't seen her. She was smiling to herself as she returned to the room. She shrugged her robe off, revealing that she had been naked beneath it, and pulled on the outfit she had chosen from the rack, a business suit with a skirt that came down only to her upper thighs.

Erin was mildly surprised that Jane had undressed in front of Brian, but seeing his non- reaction she realized that it wasn't the first time.

"Okay, Tasha, you're going to be sitting on the edge of the desk, and Jason, don't forget your cue," Jane instructed, checking the camera. "Okay, action," she said, looking into the camera's lens.

"I think you need to be punished for failing a test," Bill said to Tasha, pulling her to her feet and guiding her over to the front of his desk where he easily picked her up and sat her on it.

"Oh, Mr. Smith, please don't hurt me," Tasha begged, leaning back in mock fear, bringing her feet up onto the edge of the desk, her knees wide apart.

"And you didn't wear any panties again," Bill said in mock anger, reaching out and pulling her skirt up onto her stomach, exposing her naked pussy.

"Oh, please," Tasha cried out as Bill dropped to his knees and buried his face in her pussy.

Erin couldn't see what was happening, but she had a pretty good idea. Tasha had lain back on the desk while Bill ate her pussy, her head hanging over the edge, her legs sticking up in the air.

"I think the principal should have a say in this," Bill said, licking his lips as he looked up from between Tasha's legs. "Go call her," Bill instructed Jason, "then come help me keep this girl quiet."

Jason walked around the desk by Tasha's head and called out loudly, "Principal Adams, Mr. Smith requests you to please come to his classroom."

"I'll be right there," Jane called out from behind the camera.

Erin watched with curious amusement now as Jason walked back to stand by Tasha's head, reaching down and unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it open to expose her breasts, nipples hard and pointing up in the air. He grabbed Tasha's nipples between his fingers, squeezing them and pulling them hard, causing Tasha to gasp and arch her back up off the desk. Erin had to stifle a gasp when Jason reached down with one hand and unzipped his pants, pulling an already hard cock out and sticking it in Tasha's mouth. Then Bill stood up and Erin realized that he was pushing his cock into Tasha's pussy. She wondered how such a small girl could possibly take such a large thing like Bill's cock into herself without being split in two, but Tasha merely groaned around Jason's huge cock in her mouth as Bill began to fuck her.

Then Jane walked around from behind the camera into the picture, exclaiming, "Mr. Smith, just what is going on here?" 

"Ahh, Principal Adams," Bill said, pumping his hips back and forth as he continued to fuck Tasha. "This bad girl failed another test and she is trying to get extra credit to improve her grade. I told her you'd have to be consulted also."

"I see," Jane said, moving around next to Jason. "And what do you have to say for yourself?" she asked the cocksucking Tasha.

"Oh, I'll do anything to get my grade better," Tasha said, gripping Jason's cock with both hands while she replied.

"You'll have to convince me of that," Jane said, nudging Jason aside and lifting one foot up onto the desk, her pussy poised over Tasha's face.

This time Erin did gasp out loud as she saw her mother lift her skirt, showing her pussy just an inch above Tasha's face. Erin was struck at how immature her mother looked, then realized that it was because there was no hair whatsoever on her pussy. It was as bald and smooth as a baby's.

"Convince me," Jane commanded, and Erin watched in utter disbelief as Tasha's tongue snaked out of her mouth into her pussy.

Erin knew that some of the girls at the convent did things forbidden and she suspected that this was something like that, but the fact that it was her mother, in front of her father and brother, well, that was just incredible. She was really amazed when her brother stood behind their mother and removed her clothes, his hands wrapping around her to hold and fondle her large breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples while Tasha continued to make all sorts of slurpy wet sounds.

"I'm gonna cum," Bill growled, pulling his cock from Tasha's pussy.

"Okay, let's change positions," Jane said, stepping away from Tasha's tongue.

Erin watched as her father came and stood by Tasha's head, his big hard cock glistening in the light. What really surprised her was her mother bending over between Tasha's legs, her mouth right over her pussy.

"Okay, I want a nice, messy cum shot all over her face," Jane instructed. "Then I want you to push the cum from all over her face into her mouth with your cock. Tasha, you make a big show of all the cum in your mouth. Stick out your tongue to show it, then swallow it all very obviously and then stick out your tongue again to show it is all gone."

"Not a problem," Tasha said, pushing up onto her elbows. "I love cum."

"Yes, I know you do," Jane laughed. "And Jason, you know your part; cum shot on the ass dripping down the crack. Okay, let's get to it," Jane said, lowering her face into Tasha's freshly fucked pussy.

Erin just stared as Tasha lay back down and her father fed his cock into her mouth, inch by inch disappearing until the whole thing was buried deep in her throat. She could hear her mother's slurping noises between Tasha's legs. But she was really shocked when Jason stood behind her mother, his big hard cock in his hand, and began rubbing it up and down the crack of her ass and pussy.

Jane was bent over at the waist eating Tasha's pussy, her feet planted wide apart. She sighed into Tasha's pussy when she felt Jason's cock slide into her pussy, stroking deep. She wondered what effect all of this was having on Erin, hiding behind the wardrobe rack.

"Okay, here comes your extra credit for your test," Bill growled, pulling his cock from Tasha's mouth.

Erin saw streams of white fluid shoot out of her father's cock onto Tasha's face, covering it. She stared as he began wiping the cum all over Tasha's face, pushing it into her mouth. When Tasha stuck out her tongue, all covered with the thick white fluid, Erin found she was holding her breath as Tasha very deliberately swallowed, sticking out her tongue to show that it was all gone. Erin found herself wondering what it tasted like.

Tasha was thrashing on the table as Jane expertly sucked her pussy, driving her into the abyss of orgasm over and over again. Then she saw Jason take his huge glistening cock in his hand and aim it as streams of cum shot from the end onto her mother's ass.

"Okay, cut," Jane said, standing up, her face shining with Tasha's pussy juices. "That was great, everyone," she said, turning to the camera and turning it off. "Nice job, Jason," she said, reaching behind herself and scooping a handful of cum from between her ass cheeks, bringing her hand to her mouth and licking the sticky stuff off.

"Brian, do you mind?" Jane asked, turning to her son.

"Sure, mom," he laughed.

Jane bent over, putting her hands on the floor, her cum-covered ass and pussy pointing directly to where Erin was hiding behind the clothes rack. Brian got on his knees behind her and began licking her ass and pussy, cleaning up all of the cum that Jason had shot all over her. When he finished, Jane stood up, turning around and kissing him long and hard.

"Thank you," she said. "That was just wonderful."

"Mmm, I can't wait to shoot the next scene," the small girl replied, getting to her feet.

"Why don't we all have some lunch and then shoot the next scene," Jane suggested. "I know I'm hungry."

"That sounds good," Jason agreed, absent-mindedly squeezing and stroking his cock. "Fucking you always give me an appetite," he said with a laugh.

"Is that why you eat like a horse," Jane laughed.

Erin stared in shock, realizing that Jason obviously had sex regularly with her mother. And Bill equally obviously didn't mind. This was way beyond wrong and sinful, this was the epitome of evil that she had been taught about.

"Well, then let's eat," Tasha said, moving towards the door.

"We need to dress," Jane said, a wry grin on her face.

"Really! Why?" Tasha asked, staring at her.

"Because my sister has come home from the convent," Brian replied dryly.

"Your sister! A convent!" Tasha exclaimed. "You're kidding, right?"

"My daughter has been at a convent-high school for the past six years," Jane told her. "She doesn't know about our work yet. I'd rather find a gentler way of breaking it to her," she said, knowing full well that Erin was hearing every word.

"Wow," Tasha said, shaking her head as she picked up her clothes. "Is she going to be a nun?"

"That's what she's come home to decide," Jane replied, pulling her clothes on.

"I'd never have believed it," Tasha said with a laugh. "Maybe she'd like to join the family business," she suggested.

"Not likely," Brian muttered. "She's the squarest person I've ever met."

"Brian! That's not nice or fair," Jane scolded him. "She's just grown up in different circumstances with different standards. She might surprise you what interests her," she said, smiling inwardly.

At this point Erin made a dash for the outer door, knowing she had to get upstairs before they left. She made it to her room and shut the door, breathing hard, her heart pumping wildly in her heaving chest. She was aware of the fact that her nipples had hardened and she felt a wetness between her legs. She felt so confused by what she had just witnessed. Her family made sex films. And they made them with each other. Adultery, incest, what else was there? She didn't know whether to run away and go back to the convent or not. What would happen to her if she stayed in such a wicked and sinful place?

"Erin," Jane called, knocking on her door before opening it and peeking in. "There you are. We're having lunch now. Would you like to join us?"

"Uh, sure," Erin said, getting to her feet.

"This is Tasha, and this is Jason" Jane said, introducing her. "And this is my daughter, Erin."

"Hi," Erin said, staring at the tiny girl that she had just watched having sex with everyone.

"Hi," Tasha said, a big smile on her face. "It's so nice to meet you."

"Thanks," Erin said.

"Hi there," Jason said with a smile.

"Tasha and Jason sometimes work with us in the production company," Jane explained as they all sat down and began to indulge in lunch.

"That's nice," Erin said. "What do you do?" she asked innocently.

"They're helping us in the filming," Bill quickly injected as Tasha tried not to laugh.

"Do you find it interesting work?" Erin asked, secretly enjoying herself.

"There's nothing else I'd rather do," Tasha told her. "It's so fulfilling."

Jason burst into a laugh, covering his mouth so that his food wouldn't fall into his lap. Bill struggled to keep a straight face and Jane actually blushed.

"Jane tells me you've been at a convent high school?" Tasha inquired.

"Yes," Erin replied.

"Are there any boys there?" Tasha asked.

"No, no boys. Except Father Kelly, of course," she added.

"It must be really boring," Tasha said, shaking her head. "No boys. I couldn't do that."

"You get used to it," Erin told her. "I mean, if there've never been any boys, you don't really miss them, do you? And the sisters taught us that boys only make trouble."

"Well, that's not true at all," Tasha said. "Some of them, sure, but not all of them. And some of the trouble is so nice," she said, laughing. "So, are you here to stay?"

"I don't know," Erin replied. "I need to decide what to do."

"Maybe you'll help in Hot Productions too," Tasha suggested, a sly grin on her face.

"Oh!" Erin said, her eyes wide. "But I don't know anything about it. What could I possibly do?"

"Everyone starts at the bottom," Tasha said with a laugh, "in every sense. And as you learn more, you do more."

"I don't think Erin would be interested in such things," Jane quickly interjected. "She's much more spiritually inclined. Aren't you, sweetheart?" she asked with a smile.

"I don't know," Erin said truthfully. "I mean, yes, the Lord and Jesus fills my life, but if I don't decide to take my vows, I have to have a way to take care of myself, something to do."

"What kind of things do they teach you in convent high school?" Tasha asked.

"You know, math, English, science, history, geography. We study a lot of Bible."

"Don't they teach you anything useful for the outside world?" Tasha asked.

"Well, sure, some," Erin replied. "I mean, we all have to work in the school office at some point, so we all know how to type and filing and things like that."

"See, you could be like the secretary or something to start," Tasha said, beaming.

"I don't think that's what Erin is interested in," Jane said.

"It was just a thought," Tasha said, stretching. "That was a good lunch."

"It sure hit the spot," Bill agreed, rubbing his stomach.

"What are you going to do this afternoon?" Jane asked Erin as she got to her feet.

"Oh, I don't know," Erin replied. "I walked around outside this morning. It's really beautiful here. Maybe I'll sit outside for a while. Are you working more?" she asked ingenuously.

"Yes, we do have some more to do, probably a couple more hours," Jane replied.

"Maybe you'd like to join us, see what it's like," Tasha said mischievously, a glint in her eyes.

"I don't know," Erin said, gulping. Jane was rooted to the spot, unable to move. "I think I'll sit outside for now."

Jane suddenly realized that she had been holding her breath and she struggled to let it out without being obvious. She wasn't ashamed of her life or how she lived it, but she was acutely aware of how beautiful a daughter she had, with a whole different set of morals and rules to guide her life. She knew what Erin's world thought of what she and Bill and Brian were doing. She didn't want to encourage her, but at the same time she was willing to let her find her own way.

"Alright, you guys, let's get back to work," Jane said in a no-nonsense voice. "You enjoy yourself," Jane said, kissing Erin on the cheek. "We'll be done in a couple of hours or so. Why don't you put on the bathing suit I gave you and get some sun. It will do you some good to get some color."

"Maybe I will," Erin agreed.

"It was nice to meet you anyway," Tasha said, giving Erin a quick hug. "I'm sure we'll meet again."

"It was nice to meet you too," Erin replied, liking Tasha in spite of everything.

"I think you'd be perfect in Hot Productions," Jason said, looking her up and down.

"Jason!" Jane said. "Let's leave that alone."

"She is incredibly beautiful," he said as they left the kitchen.

"Me, beautiful?" Erin thought to herself as she went to her room. She had never thought of herself as beautiful. In fact, her body had been a source of embarrassment to her in school. So many girls made comments about the size of her breasts and how fiery red her pubic hair was.

Erin decided that she would like to take a swim. Picking up the bathing suit her mother had given her, she looked at it skeptically. It was a two-piece suit but it seemed to Erin to need some more material. Quickly undressing, she pulled the suit on, feeling very uncomfortable when she looked at herself in the mirror. The top barely contained her breasts and she could see bright red hairs sticking out from the sides of the bottom. She almost decided not to swim, then realized that she'd be by herself and nobody would see her.




Erin



Going out to the pool, Erin looked around to make sure nobody was able to see her, then slipped into the water, sighing at how nice it felt. She swam and floated in the pool for 15-20 minutes before getting out and sitting in the sun, letting it warm her body and dry her. But she couldn't get her mind off of what she had witnessed downstairs earlier. And she couldn't stop wondering what they were doing now.

Her curiosity getting the better of her, Erin decided to sneak downstairs and see if the door had been left open again. When she got to the door, it was closed. Erin stood there wondering if she dared open it. What if someone was right on the other side. How would she explain herself?

Pressing her ear to the door, she could hear no voices. So taking a deep breath, she opened the door slightly, peeked in, saw nobody, and entered the room, silently shutting the door behind her. She tip-toed through the room to the classroom setting they had been working in earlier, but she didn't find them there. Puzzled, she stood there for a minute and then heard her mother's voice coming from the next room.

"Okay, let's do this last scene and we can call it a day," Jane's voice said.

Erin moved over to the doorway to listen.

"Jason, on your back, Brian, you take her ass, and Bill, you fuck her mouth," Erin heard her mother direct. "And I want to see lots of cum all over her."

Now Erin couldn't resist peeking around the doorway into the room. What she saw resembled a bedroom and Jason was lying on his back, his huge cock sticking up in the air. Tasha was crawling onto his body, her ass and pussy pointing at the doorway where Erin was observing.

"Just a second," Jane said, setting down the camera she had been holding and reaching for a tube of ointment. "This will help," she said, squeezing some of the ointment onto her fingers. "This will make it easier," she said, reaching out and rubbing the ointment into Tasha's ass.

Tasha wriggled her ass, sighing audibly as Jane pushed one, then two fingers into her ass, smearing the ointment around inside of her.

"You too, Brian," she said, beckoning for him to come closer.

Erin was shocked when her mother grabbed her brother's erect cock and began pulling and stroking it, smearing ointment all over it.

"Okay, let's roll," Jane said, picking up the camera. "Action," she said.

Erin watched in fascination as Tasha crawled up Jason's body, grabbing his cock and pulling on it, lowering her face and sticking out her tongue to lick it, then opening her mouth and sucking on it. After a minute of so, still gripping his cock in her tiny hand, she straddled his hips, reaching down between her legs to guide his cock to the entrance to her pussy.

Erin couldn't believe it when the giant cock began slowly disappearing into Tasha's pussy as she lowered herself onto it. She rode up and down on it a few times and Erin saw that it took on a sheen from being inside of her. Then Brian got up on the bed behind Tasha, his cock shining from the ointment. Erin was astonished when she saw that he was pushing his cock into Tasha's ass. Now she had two giant cocks sticking out of her.

Jane was busy filming, moving in for close-ups, moving around for different angles as the two cocks slid in and out of Tasha's small body. Then her father climbed up onto the bed, kneeling next to Jason's head, and Tasha fell forward, engulfing his cock in her mouth. Now the three of them were pumping in and out of her with abandon as Jane filmed.

Erin could only stare in amazement as the three huge cocks slid in and out of Tasha's small body at the same time. It seemed to go on forever as Tasha writhed on the bed, the three men ravishing her tiny body. Then Erin saw her father groan and pull his cock from Tasha's mouth, streams of cum shooting into her face, covering her in the thick ropy white fluid. Then it was Brian's turn, pulling his cock from Tasha's ass and shooting cum all over back and ass. When he finished, Tasha rose up off of Jason's cock and spun around, cum dripping from her little-girl face as she engulfed his glistening cock in her mouth, sucking him and pumping him with her hands. She released his cock for a moment and Erin saw a stream of cum shoot into the air before Tasha once again captured it in her mouth, sucking on him and obviously swallowing the cum that was filling her mouth. Then she took Jason's still hard cock and rubbed it all over her face, smearing Bill's cum as her tongue continued to flick out and stab at the slit of Jason's cock.

"Okay, cut," Jane called out, lowering the camera. "That was just great, all of you," she said, a big smile on her face. "Tasha, you were wonderful," she told her, bending over and kissing her deeply, then licking some of the cum from her face. "Why don't you get cleaned up while I get one of these boys to fuck me," she said. "My pussy is so hot and wet from watching."

Erin quickly turned and hurried for the door, not wanting to be caught, as Tasha made her way to the bathroom. Tasha smiled to herself as she saw a flash of Erin's back as she made it out the door. She laughed as she got into the shower, content....for the moment.

Erin rushed back upstairs, outdoors to the pool where she sat down, her heart pounding with excitement at what she had just witnessed. It was the most depraved thing she had ever seen but her whole body was uncontrollably trembling. She felt so confused. Everything she had learned told her what she was witnessing was wrong, sinful, yet she couldn't help noticing that everyone was happy and completely enjoying themselves. Erin started as she heard a noise behind her.

"Oh, hi, Erin," Tasha said as she approached, once again dressed as she had been when she arrived. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, sitting down on the chaise lounge next to her.

"Uh, no, of course not," Erin replied, trying to control herself. "Are you done...working now?" she asked.

"Mmm, yes," Tasha answered, sitting back and enjoying the sun on her face. "This is nice."

"It's a beautiful day," Erin agreed.

"Hey, I've got an idea," Tasha said, sitting up and turning to face Erin. "Since you haven't been around here before, you don't know anyone, do you?"

"Not really," Erin agreed.

"Well, why don't you and I be friends," Tasha suggested. "Maybe you'd like to come shopping and go to the beach with me tomorrow."

"Really!" Erin exclaimed, sitting up. "You'd like me to...."

"Why not?" Tasha asked with a laugh. "Aren't you allowed to have friends?"

"Of course I am," Erin replied. "I just thought that since you were working here...."

"Work is work and play is play," Tasha laughed, "though sometimes it's hard to tell the difference. What do you say?"

"Well, sure, I'd like that," Erin agreed, smiling at the engaging girl.

"Good. Then it's settled. I'll come pick you up at 10:00 tomorrow, okay?"

"That'd be fine," Erin agreed.

"You know, you're every bit as beautiful as your mother," Tasha remarked.

"No, I'm not," Erin replied, blushing and looking down at herself, shocked to see that her nipples were rock hard and sticking out, very visible through her bathing suit.

"Oh, yes you are," Tasha said with a laugh. "And I should know. So I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

"Yes, in the morning," Erin agreed, embarrassed as she saw Tasha staring at her chest. 

"Okay. Bye then," Tasha said, getting to her feet.

"Bye," Erin replied.

As soon as Tasha left, Erin got up and went to her room, confused by her body betraying her and embarrassed that Tasha had noticed. She decided to take a nap and didn't wake up until she heard knocking on her door announcing dinner. She quickly peeled off her bathing suit and pulled a t-shirt and some shorts on and joined her family for dinner.

"How was your day, dear?" Jane asked as they sat down to eat.

"Fine," Erin replied. "I was by the pool a lot."

"It was a really nice day for the pool," Jane agreed. "Do you have any idea what you'd like to do tomorrow?" she asked.

"Tasha invited me to go shopping and to the beach with her," Erin replied.

"Really!" Brian said. "Tasha!"

"Yes. Is there anything wrong with that?" Erin asked.

"No, of course there isn't," Jane said quickly. "Tasha's a very sweet girl."

"I'll say," Brian said with a laugh.

"Brian, please!" Jane said, a bit exasperatedly. "I think you'll have a wonderful time with Tasha, Erin," Jane said. "You're practically the same age."

They finished their meal without any more references to Tasha, or Erin for that matter, and Erin pleaded tiredness and escaped to her room, leaning against the door after she had closed it behind herself. Her head was spinning. Her family was involved in the pornography industry. Everything she had learned in her years away at the convent school told her she was living in the devil's house. It was all against the laws of god.

But Erin knew her parents weren't evil. And even though Brian was being a bit rude to her, she knew he was just being an older brother. And in spite of what she had seen Tasha doing, with everyone, she seemed like the nicest person she had ever met. How could she reconcile the apparent dichotomy? Her head swirling with conflicting thoughts, Erin finally fell into a troubled sleep

Erin jumped awake when she heard a knocking on her bedroom door, sitting up in a sleepy fog when the door opened and Tasha walked in, a big smile on her face.

"Are you still in bed?" she laughed. "Didn't you remember we're going to the beach and shopping?"

"W-what time is it?" Erin asked, shaking the sleep from her head.

"It's 10:00 already, sleepyhead," Tasha replied. "Come on, the sun's out and there's a whole world waiting for us."

"Okay, let me get dressed," Erin said, swinging her legs off the bed onto the floor. "What should I wear?" she asked, looking at Tasha.

Tasha was wearing a very bikini top which covered her nipples and not much more, exposing most of her beautiful breasts. She had a wrap-around skirt tied around her waist. 

"Just a bathing suit and a skirt or some shorts," Tasha suggested. "We'll shop and find some new stuff too."

Erin picked up her bathing suit, not sure if she could wear it out in public. But looking at Tasha standing there made her realize that she really had no choice and that she should stop being so nervous. She was back in the real world, after all, not at the convent school. And besides, nothing bad was going to happen. She was going to the beach and people wear bathing suits to the beach.

Blushing when she realized that Tasha wasn't going to leave the room while she changed, Erin pulled her t-shirt off over her head, releasing her naked breasts, and as quickly as possible without seeming to be hurrying, put her top on. She blushed when she realized that her nipples had hardened and were sticking out. Glancing up she saw that Tasha's eyes were fixed on her breasts.

Taking a deep breath Erin pushed her shorts down to put on the suit bottom and Tasha gasped out loud.

"My god, you really are a redhead, aren't you," she said, seeing Erin's fiery-red bush between her thighs.

"Apparently so," Erin replied, blushing furiously as she pulled her suit bottom up.

When she pulled her shorts on over the bottoms, she noticed that once again red hairs were sticking out the sides of her suit, something that Tasha also noticed.

"We'll take care of that at my place," Tasha said. "You'll have to if you're going to get a new bathing suit."

Not knowing what to say, Erin nodded, pulling her sandals onto her feet. 

"Let me brush my teeth," she said, going into the bathroom.

Erin found Tasha laughing with her mother by the door when she finished. 

"Have fun today," Jane told her, giving her a hug. "You look great! And I think you'll need this," she said, handing Erin an envelope.

Opening it, Erin gasped. Inside was $500 and a credit card.

"Mom, that's so much money!" she exclaimed.

"Honey, things cost money, and sometimes lots of it around here," Jane laughed. "You don't worry about it. Just have fun, spend what you want, and I'll see you when you get back, okay?"

"Oh, mom, thank you," Erin said, hugging her tightly. "I can't believe this."

Tasha had a convertible Mustang and the top was down. Erin loved the feeling of the wind blowing through her long thick red hair as they drove. Tasha put on the stereo and turned it up so loud that conversation was impossible, so Erin just put her head back against the headrest and enjoyed the drive down from the Santa Monica Mountains to the beach. When they got there, Tasha expertly wheeled the car into the driveway of a house and stopped the car.

"Come on it," she said. "This is my place."

Erin was curious as she entered Tasha's house and sort of surprised to see how girly and feminine it was. It was like a little doll's house, and upon realizing that, that was exactly what Tasha was, a little doll. The only odd thing was a wall of bookshelves in Tasha's bedroom filled with video tapes.

"That's a lot of tapes," Erin noticed. "You must really like movies."

"That's funny," Tasha said laughing.

"Why?" Erin asked, still not comprehending.

"Those are tapes of all of the movies I've been in," Tasha told her proudly. "There's over 300 of them now."

"You're kidding!" Erin said, a shocked look on her face. "You've been in over 300 movies?"

"Uh-huh," Tasha replied.

"I didn't know you made movies," Erin said.

"Well, that's what I do with your parents," Tasha told her. "We're making movies. That's what a production company is."

"Oh...." Erin said, the light going on in her head. And then the mathematics of the situation.

"Okay, let's get you a little trimmed up so we can go to the beach," Tasha said, opening a drawer and retrieving a pair of barber's scissors and a small cordless shaver.

"Oh!" Erin blushed. "What should I do?"

"Well, you can do it yourself, or if you want, I'll help you," Tasha said.

"But I've never done anything like that," Erin confessed, blushing. "I don't know what to do."

"Why don't I help you this time, then next time you'll be able to do it yourself," Tasha suggested.

"I'm embarrassed," Erin confessed.

"Oh, don't be, silly," Tasha said, giving her a quick hug. "It's no big deal. I've done it for people before. And I do it for myself too," she added, untying her wrap-around skirt and letting it fall to the floor. "See," she said, standing with her feet spread and her hands on her inner thighs.

Erin stared at the juncture of Tasha's thighs where the tiniest piece of material covered her private parts. Not a hair peeked out.

"I did it this morning and didn't even nick myself," she said, hooking a finger in one side and pulling it across, exposing her naked and completely hairless pussy to Erin.

"Oh!" Erin exclaimed, her hand covering her mouth in surprise. "But you don't have any hair at all!"

"Oh, we won't go that far," Tasha laughed, letting her suit fall back in place over her pussy. "Unless you want to go the way you are, of course."

"N-n-no," Erin stammered. "What should I do?" "Well, you need to take off your shorts anyway," Tasha laughed. "Then we'll see."

Trying not to blush, Erin pushed her shorts off, once again seeing how bright red hairs were sticking out from the sides of her suit.

"Here, lay here on the bed," Tasha indicated, patting the bed. "That's it, on your back," she said as Erin lay down, her legs pressed tightly together.

"You need to bend your knees, put your feet up on the bed," Tasha told Erin. "That's it, and spread your feet," she said, reaching out and placing Erin's feet about shoulder- length apart.

"Let me see how tight the sides of your suit are," Tasha said, reaching out and hooking a finger under the edge of Erin's suit and pulling. "This is pretty tight," she said. "I can't do it this way. You need to take them off."

"I'm so embarrassed," Erin said, her face bright red.

"It's okay," Tasha reassured her, grasping Erin's suit and pulling it down as Erin lifted her hips to help.

"That's better," Tasha said when she saw Erin's pussy exposed.

Erin lay with her eyes closed and her fists clenched at her sides as Tasha reached between her legs and began to snip with the scissors. Then there was a buzzing sound as Tasha turned on the shaver and for the first time Erin felt Tasha's fingers touching her and then the shaver. She gasped as she felt the shaver vibrating against her skin and then her nipples got rock hard and she gasped when Tasha grasped her pussy lips between her fingers and pulled on them, stretching them taught as she used the shaver.

The gentle touching of Tasha's fingers in and on her pussy combined with the vibrations of the shaver stimulated Erin's body and Tasha noted with a slight smile the beads of fluid slowly starting to ooze from between Erin's now hairless pussy lips.

"That should do it," Tasha finally said, letting her finger slide across Erin's pussy to scoop up the fluid oozing from her pussy, bringing it to her mouth to gently suck on it as Erin opened her eyes. "See what you think," she suggested.

Pushing up onto her elbows, Erin looked down between her spread legs at her pussy, her mouth opened in shock as she saw that the only hair left was a one-inch strip above her now naked and smooth pussy lips.

"Oh, my god," Erin gasped, her hand flying between her legs to cover herself, her fingers immediately getting coated by her oozing pussy juices. "I thought you were just going to trim a bit," she said, embarrassed.

"Well, I did," Tasha laughed. "You look beautiful. Besides, who's going to see it but you and me?"

"But still," Erin complained, scrambling for her suit bottom and pulling it on.

"See how much better it looks now," Tasha suggested.

Looking down, Erin could see that there were now no hairs sticking out, but that was because they were all gone. The suit molded itself to her naked pussy and she could discern the split between her lips. As she looked, she could see the suit getting wet from her pussy.

"Oh, my god, what am I going to do?" she asked, covering herself with her hand.

"Let's go swimming and then nobody will notice," Tasha laughed. "Come on," she said, taking Erin by the hand and pulling her towards the door.

They crossed the street and ran across the sand to the water's edge, panting with the exertion when they got there. Tasha stripped off her wrap-around skirt and dashed into the water, diving when it was up to her knees in depth. Erin stared after her, shocked that Tasha's entire ass was naked and visible with only a string holding her bottom up that disappeared between her ass cheeks. 

Hesitating a bit, Erin entered the water, cautiously as opposed to diving the way Tasha did. When it was up to her rib cage, she ducked down, letting the water wash over her head before standing up and shaking her head, her bright red hair flying and water spraying in all directions.

"Hey, you do that like a dog!" Tasha laughed.

"This is wonderful!" Erin exclaimed, splashing water up into the air.

For the next 30 minutes the two girls frolicked in the water, laughing and splashing like two little children. Forgotten was all life out of the sea as they played. Finally, exhausted, they made their way out of the water and collapsed onto the hot sand, breathing hard. Tasha spread her wrap-around skirt onto the sand and they were both able to lay back on it, shoulder to shoulder.

"Thanks for inviting me, Tasha," Erin said, turning to look at her.

"No problem," Tasha said. "It's nice to make a new friend."

"You must have lots of friends," Erin said a bit wistfully.

"Not really," Tasha said, shaking her head. "Most of the people I know are people I work with, and while I like them and all, we don't really hang out after work or anything."




Erin



"What about you," Tasha asked, "did you have friends at school?"

"Sort of," Erin replied. "But it was so...so structured, and very strict. They didn't really encourage close personal relationships, they wanted us to only rely on our relationship with god and jesus, not temporary human relationships."

"Wow, what a drag," Tasha said, shaking her head and sitting up to look down at Erin. "I think we were created to enjoy each other now. The future will take care of itself. If we're good in this life, hopefully there will be some sort of compensation later, but what matters is now. If you waste your life planning for later, you miss living now. That doesn't make much sense to me."

"Funny you should say it that way," Erin said. "I've been thinking something like that lately. It's pretty confusing."

"Well, you don't have to make a choice today, or tomorrow, and you can always make the choice, can't you?" Tasha asked.

"Yes, that's true, but there's so much pressure from the school to decide now."

"But you don't sound very certain," Tasha said. "If there ever were a sign that you shouldn't do it, now, that would be a good one. Maybe later you'll feel different and do it then. But it seems to me that you have some life to catch up on and you want to see what it's like, don't you?"

"Part of me does," Erin confessed.

"Well, I'm going to get some sun," Tasha stated, reaching behind herself and untying her top and removing it, exposing her breasts.

"Tasha! Is that allowed?" Erin asked, turning her head to and fro to see if anyone was looking.

"Technically, no," Tasha laughed, laying down on her back, her rock-hard nipples sticking up in the air. "But as long as nobody complains, they usually leave me alone. I think it turns everyone on anyway."

"You seem so sure, so brave," Erin marveled. "We're so different."

"Maybe not as different as you think," Tasha said, turning to lay on her side facing Erin, her right nipple pressing up against Erin's upper arm.

"Why do you say that?" Erin asked, very conscious of Tasha's nipple pressing against her arm. It seemed hot to her.

"Well, for starters, how about your 'trim'?" Tasha asked with a laugh.

"Well, if I had known you were going to cut it all off, I wouldn't have done it," Erin told her.

"That's not what I meant," Tasha said.

"Then I don't understand."

"While I was going it you were excited, sexually excited," Tasha told her. "It happens to me too every time I do it."

"But I'm a virgin," Erin blurted out before she even realized what she was saying. "That's not possible.

"That doesn't matter," Tasha laughed. "Virginity has nothing to do with your ability to be excited."

"Oh, I didn't realize..."

"Don't worry about it," Tasha laughed, leaning over and kissing Erin lightly on the forehead, her breast dragging across Erin's arm and upper breast. "You've got a whole lifetime ahead of you to discover things," she said as she lay back down on her back and closed her eyes.

An hour later Erin was awakened by Tasha shaking her.

"Erin, wake up," Tasha was saying, leaning over and looking into Erin's face. "You've had enough sun. We should go."

Erin took the hand Tasha was offering her and got to her feet, feeling a bit light-headed.

"I think we need to get some lotion on you," Tasha said as she put her top back on. "Come on," she said, taking her by the hand.

They crossed the beach and then the road and entered Tasha's house.

"Here, take a shower," Tasha said, dragging her into the bathroom and turning on the water. "It'll be a bit cool, but you got too much sun and we need to cool your skin down. You're such a redhead that your skin is extra sensitive."

Erin hesitated, then took off her suit, realizing as she did so that her skin was very sensitive where her suit bordered her body. Looking into the mirror, she was shocked to see that all of the skin that was not covered by her suit had a distinctly reddish color to it, while the rest of her, her breasts and her now naked pussy, were pale white. 

She got into the shower and gasped as the cool water hit her, then sighed as she felt her skin cooling down. She could only gently rub the soap over her skin it was so sensitive. When she finished she opened the shower door to look for a towel only to find Tasha standing there naked.

"Here, let's get this lotion on you," Tasha said, taking her hand and pulling her out of the shower. "It works best if your skin is still wet," she explained, upending the bottle and squirting the lotion all over Erin's upper chest, then aimed a stream down to her stomach.

Erin gasped then laughed as Tasha quirt the lotion all over her body.

"Now gently rub in it," Tasha told her. "Here, I'll help," she said, dropping to her knees and gently spreading the lotion on Erin's feet and lower legs.

Erin hesitated for a moment when Tasha dropped to her knees, then began gently spreading the lotion across her chest and around and under her breasts, finally just covering her breasts too as a large portion of them had been exposed by the brief bathing suit. She gasped when she felt Tasha start to spread the lotion on her legs above the knee. It made her whole body tingle. Slowly spreading the lotion that Tasha had squirt onto her stomach, Erin watched as Tasha slathered first one leg up to her thigh joint, and then the other. As she got to her feet, Tasha let her hand and fingers drag across Erin's pussy, her fingers sliding between the furrow of her outer lips.

"That feels so nice and smooth," Tasha said with a smile. "My turn for the shower," she said, stepping in and adjusting the water.

When she finished showering, she grabbed a towel and walked into her bedroom where she found Erin, still naked.

"I-I-I don't know what to put on," Erin confessed. "The suit is too uncomfortable right now."

"Here, try this," Tasha volunteered, pulling a soft silk sarong out of a drawer. "This is very soft," she explained as she handed it to her. "But your skin has already sucked up the lotion. We should put more on. You need to keep it from drying out."

Returning to the bathroom, Tasha returned with the lotion, but with no towel this time. She was as naked as the day she was born.

"Here, lay down and I'll do it," Tasha said.

"You don't have to do that," Erin protested, noticing how the top of Tasha's head came only to her shoulder.

"I don't mind," Tasha said, gently pushing Erin backwards. "Actually, I like it too," she laughed. "So relax."

Erin tried to relax as Tasha filled her hand with lotion and then started gently spreading it across her upper chest, above her breasts, then down each shoulder and arm, taking care to also put some on her hands. She then returned to her upper chest and spread the lotion downwards onto Erin's breasts, sliding her hands down her breasts and across her nipples to cup her beneath the breasts, lifting them slightly and squeezing before letting them slide through her hands until she was holding Erin's nipples between her fingers.

Erin gasped when Tasha squeezed her nipples tightly before releasing them and continued spreading lotion downwards onto her stomach, stopping just above her pussy to slide down her legs to her feet where she slowly started working her way upwards. Erin arched her hips in surprise when Tasha got to the tops of her legs and let her hands slide onto her pussy, rubbing and squeezing her pussy lips with her fingers for a moment before sliding upwards, over her breasts again, once more paying attention to her now hard nipples before sliding up to her face and gently spreading the lotion on her cheeks and forehead.

"Why don't we take a nap for a bit then go do some shopping," Tasha suggested softly while Erin lay there with her eyes closed.

"Mmm, sounds nice," Erin said.

"Slide over, silly," Tasha giggled, sliding onto the bed next to Erin.

When Erin awoke it was to find that Tasha had turned in her sleep and had a knee and an arm slung over Erin's body, her hand cupping a breast. Erin felt a dampness against her thigh and realized that it was where Tasha's pussy was pressing against her. Gently trying to extricate herself, she woke Tasha up.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Tasha said, rolling onto her back and off of Erin. "It's been so long since I fell asleep with someone, I just naturally..."

"Uh, that's okay," Erin said. "That was a good nap."

"How's your skin?" Tasha asked, touching Erin's stomach.

"It's a bit hot and I think I could use some more lotion," Erin replied.

"Oh, can I do it?" Tasha asked with an impish smile. "You know how much I enjoy it."

"Okay, if you want," Erin said with a laugh, secretly looking forward to the way Tasha touched her.

Tasha got the lotion and crawled onto the bed, laughing as she squirt it all over Erin's body before putting it down and beginning to spread it beginning with her shoulders. Once again she paid particular attention to Erin's breasts, this time overtly massaging them and pulling and pinching her nipples before sliding her hands down to her stomach. This time when she moved down to Erin's legs, she straddled her body, her knees on either side of her chest, her ass and pussy pointing right in her face. Erin stared in amazement at Tasha's pussy as it spread open right in front of her face, then gasped when she felt Tasha slide her hands down her legs to her feet, then back up again, culminating in Tasha rubbing and massaging Erin's pussy with both hands.

Erin began to writhe beneath Tasha as she began to deliberately rub her clit, holding her pussy lips open with the fingers of one hand while she made slow circles with the other. She had never felt anything like this and her body was on fire. She gasped when she felt Tasha slide a finger partly into her pussy, gently pumping it in and out as she continued to rub her clit. When Tasha leaned down and grasped Erin's clit between her lips and teeth and teased it with her tongue, Erin exploded in orgasm, flooding Tasha's mouth while stars went off in her head and the whole world went black.

When she came to, she must have passed out momentarily, Tasha was leaning over looking into her face, a look of concern in her expression.

"Are you okay, Erin?" she asked, gently stroking her cheek.

"I-I think so," Erin replied, still feeling her body tingling with electricity. "What happened?"

"You had an orgasm and fainted," Tasha told her. "You came like crazy and just passed out. I've never seen anyone do that before."

"I never felt anything like that before," Erin confessed, remembering now what had just happened. "I felt like I had no control over myself."

"I'm sorry," Tasha said. "I just got carried away. You are so beautiful and your pussy looked so sweet, I just couldn't help myself. I had to taste you. If I had known, or if I had thought about it, I wouldn't have done it. Please don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad," Erin said. "But I am sort of confused. I never felt anything like that before."

"Haven't you ever played with yourself before?" Tasha asked.

"No. We were taught that it was wrong," Erin replied. "They punished girls who did things like that."

"How sad," Tasha said. "It's so natural. Did you like it?" she asked shyly, a coy smile on her face.

"It was strange," Erin said, "but it was also nice. My whole body felt like it was on fire. You liked doing that?"

"Gosh, yes," Tasha exclaimed. "You have a really sweet pussy. You taste wonderful."

"It seems so, so , so nasty," Erin said, blushing.

"But it's not, it's very natural," Tasha told her. "Look," she said, slowly reaching down between Erin's legs and rubbing her fingers up and down between her pussy lips, dipping a finger into her hole briefly before stopping and bringing her hand up to Erin's face and rubbing her fingers on Erin's mouth. "Taste yourself," she said. "It won't hurt," as she pressed her finger tip into Erin's mouth.

Whether she wanted to or not, Erin was tasting herself on Tasha's finger. When she removed her finger from her mouth, Erin reflexively licked her lips, once again tasting her own pussy juices that Tasha had rubbed all over her lips.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Tasha asked, a smile on her face as she licked her own fingers.

"It's okay," Erin agreed, not sure now how she felt about things.

"Are you ready to go shopping then" Tasha asked, rolling onto Erin's body, their breasts mashed together, her face just inches from Erin's. "Because if we don't, I'm going to eat you up again," she laughed.

"Yes, let's go shopping," Erin laughed, feeling her nipples getting hard as they rubbed against Tasha's.

Tasha sat up, sitting on Erin's midsection, her hands grabbing her breasts and squeezing her hard nipples. Then quickly bending over, she quickly sucked and then bit gently each one, causing Erin to gasp out loud before she rolled off of her to stand by the bed.

"Here, you can wear this," Tasha said, throwing some clothes at Erin. "They're soft and they won't hurt your sunburn, until we can buy you something new."

Erin got out of the bed and stood next to Tasha, her skin red from the sun and also from her excitement. She put on the shirt Tasha had given her and discovered that it only came down to her stomach, leaving her belly-button exposed. The softness of the material rubbing against her nipples kept them hard.

"I don't know if I can go out like this," Erin said, looking down and seeing her nipples clearly sticking out beneath the thin material.

"Oh, of course you can't," Tasha laughed, reaching out and cupping Erin's naked pussy in her hand. "You'd have everyone in sight wanting you."

Laughing, Erin pulled on the skirt Tasha had given her. At least it wasn't as short as the one Tasha was putting on. That one barely covered her ass.

"Do you have some panties I can borrow?" Erin asked, uncomfortable wearing a skirt and being naked underneath.

"I don't even own any," Tasha laughed. "They only get in the way. Ready to go?" she asked, reaching under Erin's skirt and rubbing her pussy. "God, I can't keep my hands off of you," she laughed, bringing her hand to her mouth and licking her fingers.

The two girls left the house, jumping into the convertible and roaring off down the road to the boutiques that lined the beach for a couple of miles south of the Malibu pier. They tried on outfit after outfit, buying some of them. Tasha took every opportunity to touch Erin, squeezing her breasts, rubbing her pussy, until Erin got so used to it that she only giggled or laughed. At one point she grasped Tasha's hand as she was rubbing her pussy and held it against herself.

"You're making me crazy," she told her. "I feel like I'm on fire."

"I know how to put that fire out," Tasha laughed, rubbing her juicy fingers on Erin's mouth before sucking on them herself. "Let's go back home and play."

"I'm getting hungry," Erin said as she licked her lips, tasting herself yet again.

"Ooohhh, now you're getting me excited too!" Tasha laughed, flipping her skirt up and flashing her naked pussy at Erin.

"I mean food," Erin laughed. "Don't you ever think of anything but..."

"Sex?" Tasha finished Erin's sentence. "Sometimes, but it is my favorite everything. That's why I love my work so much."

"You mean the videos?" Erin asked in a soft voice.

"Uh-huh," Tasha answered. "Come on, there's a nice restaurant nearby where we can get some dinner. Then we'll go home and have some dessert."

"Maybe I should call my parents," Erin suggested. "They might be expecting me."

"I'll tell you what," Tasha said as they swept into the restaurant and were shown to a table, "I'll call your mom and suggest that you spend the night so that we don't have to drive up the canyon in the dark. I can give you a ride home tomorrow. If you'd like."

"Oh, really? I mean, you wouldn't mind?" Erin asked, flustered.

"Of course not," Tasha laughed. "I like you and I think we're going to be great friends too."

"Oh, I-I'd like that," Erin said, blushing.

"What, spending the night or us being friends?" Tasha asked with a laugh.

"I'd like to be your friend," Erin said. "But where would I sleep?"

"My bed is plenty big for the two of us," Tasha replied, a twinkle in her eyes. "If you don't mind sharing, that is."

"Ladies, may I take your order?" the waiter asked as he appeared at their table.

"Oh, bring us some shrimp cocktail and caesar salad and a cioppino for two," Tasha ordered. "And a bottle of Santa Margherita Pinot Grigio."

"Certainly," the waiter said, bowing slightly at the waist. "And may I say that it is a pleasure having two such lovely ladies at my table."

"Thank you," Tasha said with a smile.

"Wow, you do that so easily," Erin said when the waiter walked away. I know what shrimp is, but I was lost after that."

"You'll love it, trust me," Tasha told her. "Oh, this is so much fun! I haven't had a girlfriend since I was in high school."

"Other than my father and brother, and the priests at school, I've never been around anyone but girls," Erin observed, "and none of them were really my friends."

"Well, that's all going to change now," Tasha told her as the waiter brought giant shrimp cocktail for each of them. "Mmmm, this is so good," Tasha said, taking a big bite of shrimp after dredging it through some cocktail sauce.

The two girls ate until they were ready to burst, talking and laughing like teenage schoolgirls. When the waiter removed the vestiges of the last course from the table and brought them each an espresso, they sat back in their seats, stuffed and sated.

"That was the best meal I've ever eaten," Erin declared. "I never knew food could be so good."

"It seems like I'm going to have to teach you everything," Tasha said, a smile on her face. "Are you a good student?"

"I always got top marks at school," Erin laughed as Tasha licked her lips in an obvious fashion.

"Let's go home and have some dessert," Tasha said.

"Ohmygosh!" Erin sat up straight. "We didn't call my mother!"

"Relax, I'll do it now," Tasha said, pulling out her cell phone and dialing.

"Jane? This is Tasha," she said.

"Yes, she's fine," she laughed. "We just finished eating dinner and we're totally stuffed. We went to the beach and shopping. Now we were going to go back to my place for some dessert and I thought maybe Erin could spend the night and I'll bring her home tomorrow. If you don't mind."

"She wants to talk to you," Tasha said, holding the phone out to Erin.

"Mom?" Erin said. "Yes, it's been wonderful. I've had so much fun. Yes, I'd like to, but only if you don't mind. Okay. Sure. Here she is," Erin said, returning the phone to Tasha.

"Hi! Really! With LeroyX! Sure, that sounds like fun. Okay. Then I'll just plan on being there at 2:00 and I'll bring Erin home then. Okay, bye-bye," she said, closing the phone.

"That's settled then," she said with a smile. "Your mom has a scene for me to shoot tomorrow afternoon, so I'll take you home then."

"A scene?" Erin asked as they left the restaurant.

"Uh-huh," Tasha replied.

"Oh," was all Erin said as they got into the car.

"Does that bother you?" Tasha asked as she drove towards her house.

"N-no," Erin replied. "It's just that..."

"I know you were watching yesterday," Tasha said matter-of-factly.

"I don't know how to say it," Erin said, blushing.

"Just say it," Tasha told her. "You're not going to hurt my feelings, okay?"

"It's just that you seem so nice. You're so sweet. Yet you do these....videos. All my life I've been told that such things are sinful, wrong. I'm having trouble reconciling everything."

"I understand," Tasha said as she pulled in and parked at her house. "I'm not hurting anyone, nobody's hurting me. It's lots of fun. I never do anything I don't want to do or with anyone I don't want to do it with. And I make lots of money. I just don't believe all of that suppressed sexuality stuff the religions try to make you believe."




Erin



"But what about sin?" Erin asked as they entered the house.

"I figure if god invented everything, he wanted us to enjoy it," Tasha said, kicking off her sandals. "If you're not harming anyone, including yourself, why should it be wrong?"

"I never thought of it that way," Erin confessed, kicking her sandals off too.

"And speaking of feeling good, we should get some more lotion on you," Tasha said with a big smile.

"Oh!" Erin gasped, a smile on her face.

"Maybe you'd like to see some of my videos," Tasha suggested, slowly reaching out and pulling Erin's shirt up over her head, releasing her breasts, nipples already hard.

"Really! You wouldn't mind?" Erin asked, then gasped when Tasha leaned over and took a nipple into her mouth, gently biting it with her teeth while her tongue teased it.

"Mmm, of course not," Tasha said, releasing Erin's nipple and pulling her by the hand into the bedroom and onto the bed. "I'll show you my very first one," she said, getting up off the bed and going to the bookshelf and picking one. "This was on my 18th birthday," she explained as she put it into the VCR. "I was a virgin until this," she said, undressing and crawling onto the bed to Erin. 

Erin didn't resist when Tasha tugged on her skirt, pulling it off and leaving her naked too. They sat side by side on the bed as the video started. It showed a naked Tasha being dragged by an equally naked woman to a bed. The woman held Tasha's hands above her head, kneeling on her shoulders, her pussy above Tasha's face. Then a big burly man came into the picture. He had a big beer belly and looked like he hadn't shaved in several days. His cock was in his hand and it was hard, though not very big. He grabbed Tasha by the legs, pulling them apart. Holding his cock in his hand, he leaned forward and pushed himself into her. 

Tasha's body arched upwards but she could not escape. The man had her pinned with his cock in her pussy and the woman was kneeling on her shoulders. The man began pumping his cock in and out of Tasha's pussy. Erin could see how it began to glisten. The woman kneeling on her shoulders was laughing as she watched the man's cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Then Erin saw her sit on Tasha's face, mashing her pussy on her mouth, rocking back and forth. This went on for several minutes until the man stiffened, his cock buried in Tasha's pussy. When he pulled his now shrunken cock from her body, Erin could see ropey strings of cum dangling from it. 

The woman got off of her face and Erin could see that Tasha's face was covered with shiny pussy juice. The man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her towards him, shoving his cock in her face. Erin watched as Tasha opened her mouth and began to lick and suck the man's cock, not stopping until he pushed her away. Then the video ended.

"You were a virgin before that?" Erin asked, staring at Tasha who had an ashen expression on her face.

"Yes," Tasha replied in a wooden voice.

"That didn't look like fun at all," Erin said, shaking her head.

"It wasn't. I hated it," Tasha said, turning to look at her.

"Then why did you do it?" Erin asked.

"Those were my parents," Tasha explained. "They raped me for my birthday present."

"Oh, my god," Erin gasped, her hand covering her mouth. "How awful. Then why do you make videos now? And how do you have this one?"

"Oh, they taped it, told me I'd appreciate it some day. They raped me like that every day for months. Sometimes they'd invite their friends over and let them do what they wanted too. Somewhere I started liking how it made me feel even though I hated all of them. When I had a chance, I ran away and came here. There's so much porn industry here it was easy to find someone to give me a chance. Now I can say yes or no to whoever and whatever and get paid lots of money. I'm in control. Nobody forces me to do anything."

"Oh, Tasha, that's terrible," Erin cried out, putting her arms around her, seeing the tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes. "Nobody should be treated like that, especially not someone as sweet and nice as you."

"Thanks," Tasha said, wiping her eyes and giving Erin a quick kiss on the lips. "But I'm pretty over it. I haven't watched that in a long time. I guess it got to me. Now let me show you one that I wanted to make and enjoyed doing," she said, bouncing up off the bed and taking another tape and putting it in the VCR.

The video started with a scene of 6-8 girls in cheerleader outfits in a locker room. Erin recognized Tasha immediately. She was the smallest of the girls. They all undressed and got into the showers. There they started playing and the scene soon turned into an all-out lesbian orgy on the shower floor. While the girls were all doing what Tasha described to Erin was a daisy chain, there suddenly appeared in the shower a coach and several boys in football uniforms.

Erin gasped when she realized that the coach was her father and that one of the football players was her brother. Very quickly the boys were all naked with a girl kneeling in front of them, sucking their cocks. Tasha was sucking her father's cock. Then all the girls got on their hands and knees with their heads facing each other in a starburst type of pattern. Behind each of them knelt a boy, with the 'coach' behind Tasha. They all began fucking and Erin watched in amazement with her mouth hanging open. After about a minute they all moved over one girl and commenced fucking again. They did this until they had moved completely around the circle and were back where they started. Now the girls turned around and began sucking the cocks, not stopping until they all exploded, shooting cum into their faces and open mouths.

Erin was in shock as Tasha paused the video. The frozen image on the screen was that of Tasha, her face full of cum, a big smile, and her father's cock dangling in her face. Erin turned to look at Tasha, trying to see the same girl as that in the video.

"What are you thinking?" Tasha asked.

"It's just hard for me to see you like that," Erin tried to explain. "I mean, you seem so small and the men are so big...and all that stuff in your face..."

"I love the sticky feel of cum on my skin," Tasha told her matter-of-factly. "And I especially love the taste. And I may look small, but like any woman, my pussy can stretch big enough to have a baby, I guess it can handle big cocks. And there's nothing like a big cock stuffing you."

Erin sat there with her mouth hanging open. She had never heard anyone talk so dirty and so casually about such things. Then Tasha continued the video.

"Girls, girls, what is taking you so long," Erin heard a voice out of camera on the video say.

And then appeared what was obviously supposed to be the cheerleaders' coach. For some reason Erin was not surprised to see that it was her mother. She watched as her father grabbed her by the arm, pulling her close and telling her that they'd show her what's taking so long. Her clothes were quickly torn off and she was dragged to a bench where she was placed on her back, her legs spread apart and her arms held by the other girls, cum still dripping from their faces.

She saw her father slowly push his cock into her pussy, inch by inch. The camera angle was perfect, the detail incredible. She could clearly see her mother's pussy for the first time, the fat outer lips, the inner lips curling out from between them, grasping her father's cock as it slid in and out, and her clit, protruding, rubbing against the cock as it fucked her.

Then she saw her father withdraw his glistening cock from her mother's pussy and stand above her head before sliding his cock into her mouth, laying it on her protruding tongue. He fucked her mouth while she sucked him. Then he pulled his cock from her mouth, cum shooting from the end, streaming it all over her face before putting it back in her mouth for her to finish sucking him.

When he was done, he laughed and told the other boys to show her too, and they did. One by one they stepped forward and fucked her, then fucked her mouth until they came, shooting cum all over her face and into her mouth. Erin was only mildly surprised that her brother Brian was the last boy in line. She watched as he slid his cock, which was bigger than their father's, into their mother, slowly and leisurely fucking her. When he moved up to fuck her face, Erin was surprised to see him slide his entire cock into her mouth, down deep into her throat. And he fucked her like that, each time slowly sliding his cock all the way into her throat. When he began to cum, he just let his cock lay on her tongue, shooting stream after stream of cum into her open mouth until he finished, then pushing his cock into her mouth one more time as she sucked him. When he removed his cock from her mouth, Erin could see that she had swallowed the entire mouthful of cum.

When her father told the cheerleaders to get cleaned up, Tasha crawled between Jane's legs and began to lick and suck her pussy. She then crawled up her body, laying on top of her, breasts to breasts, and kissed her, then began kissing and licking her face, eating all of the cum that the boys had shot all over her. The other cheerleaders had begun kissing one another, licking the cum from each others' faces.

Erin sat in shock as the video ended. She actually couldn't believe what she had just seen, in spite of what she had seen live at home. She also couldn't believe how her own body felt, hot, flushed. Her nipples were hard and aching and she felt a wetness between her legs.

She didn't resists as Tasha eased her back onto the bed, gently leaning over to kiss her as she slid her body onto hers. Erin's skin felt electrified as Tasha's breasts slid over hers, their hard nipples grinding against each other. She lay there, paralyzed, as Tasha softly kissed her lips, her cheeks, gently nibbled on her earlobes. When she again kissed her lips, Erin felt Tasha's tongue gently pressing against her lips, sliding back and forth. When she let her lips part just the slightest bit, Tasha's tongue slid into her mouth, finding her own tongue, caressing it.

Erin moaned, pressing her mouth to Tasha's, kissing her back now, her own tongue aggressively seeking out Tasha's. Then Tasha was kissing her neck, her hands under her arms, pushing them up over her head. When Tasha fastened her mouth on a nipple, biting down with her teeth, Erin groaned and felt a new wetness between her legs. Her hands went to Tasha's head, holding her against her breast, not wanting her to stop sucking and chewing on her.

Then Tasha slid over to her other breast, increasing the electricity coursing throughout her body. At the same time she felt Tasha's hand slide between her legs, slipping through the wetness between her pussy lips. When Tasha's lips left her breast and began kissing their way down across her stomach, Erin knew that she wanted Tasha to keep going, to do what she had done earlier.

Tasha noticed Erin's legs fall open, spreading her pussy. She eagerly slid her tongue down across Erin's clit, between her pouting pussy lips and directly into her honeypot, sucking the juices that had pooled there. Erin arched her back in ecstasy as Tasha's tongue delved into her pussy. Tasha slid her leg across Erin's body, straddling her, her ass and pussy right in Erin's face.

As Tasha ate Erin's pussy, Erin writhed beneath her, squirming in delight at the sensations Tasha's tongue was producing between her legs. When Tasha began sucking on her clit, Erin went crazy. Grabbing Tasha's legs and squeezing in response to the electric sensations emanating from her pussy, she inadvertently pulled her pussy right into her face.

Suddenly Erin found herself licking and sucking Tasha's pussy, sticking her tongue up into her, drinking the juices that were pouring from her pussy. The two girls licked and sucked each other. When Tasha slid a finger into Erin's pussy and began sliding it in and out, Erin did the same. At Tasha's urging, Erin put more and more fingers into her pussy, finally pumping almost her entire hand in and out as she sucked on her clit.

When finally the two girls fell apart in exhaustion, several hours had passed. They crawled into each other's arms, exchanging a long wet kiss before falling asleep. Twice more during the night they awoke to again make love, sucking each other to mutual orgasms each time.

Morning arrived and Erin awoke to the wonderful sensation of Tasha's tongue between her legs. She grabbed her knees in her hands and pulled them up to her chest, spreading her pussy and making it even easier for Tasha to tongue-fuck her juicy hole. When she had finished cumming, Tasha crawled up her body, giving her a long deep kiss, the taste of her pussy intoxicating.

"Tasha," Erin said as they broke their kiss, "does this mean I'm a lesbian?"

"Of course not, silly," Tasha laughed, kissing her. "It just means you like girls."

"But I thought that's what a lesbian was," Erin said, puzzled.

"No, a lesbian is a woman who only likes women. Maybe you're like me, you like both."

"Oh! But I've never.....I don't...." Erin stammered.

"Don't worry about it," Tasha told her, rolling off of her and getting to her feet. "I'm sure you're going to be absolutely cock crazy. With a body like yours, how could you be any other way."

"What do you mean?" Erin asked, suddenly embarrassed by her nakedness.

"Look at you," Tasha said. "You are absolutely beautiful. Perfect face, more than perfect breasts, the sweetest, wettest pussy I've ever tasted, your ass is perfect, incredible red hair. You are a 12."

"Oh, my," Erin blushed, not knowing what to say. "I don't think of myself that way at all."

"I know, that's what makes you so perfect," Tasha said, leaning over and kissing her, at the same time sliding a finger into her pussy and rubbing her clit with her thumb.

Erin shuddered as she sucked Tasha's tongue, her pussy spasming in instant orgasm as Tasha expertly got her off.

"See what I mean?" Tasha asked, removing her fingers from Erin's soaked pussy and putting them in her mouth where Erin softly sucked them, tasting herself. "So get your suit on, we're going to the beach!" she said with a laugh. "And I want you to wear your new suit today."

"Not in public!" Erin exclaimed, sitting up. "It barely covers anything."

"That's the idea, silly," Tasha laughed. "But you have to put on lots of sun block so you don't burn any more. Actually, I'll put the sun block on for you, to make sure it gets done right."

Laughing the two girls pulled their suits on. Erin stared at herself in the mirror, modeling her new dental-floss bikini. The top barely covered her nipples, leaving most of her 36-D breasts exposed. The bottom was merely a strip of material just wide enough to cover her pussy lips. It was so thin and sheer that the outline of her lips was clearly visible, made even more obvious by how wet the material already was from her pussy leaking.

Before she could protest, Tasha grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to the door, grabbing a big beach towel and the sun block on the way. They crossed the street a couple of cars honked their horns in appreciation and ran down the beach to the water, dropping the towel as they ran into the sea. They frolicked and splashed for 15- 20 minutes before leaving the water. Tasha spread the towel on the sand and Erin flopped down on it.

"Here, better let me put some sun block on you before you burn," Tasha said with a wicked grin.

Before she could stop her, Tasha was spreading the lotion on Erin, starting at her feet and working up her legs. When she got up to her covered pussy, Tasha quickly let a finger slip beneath the material to rub up and down the wet furrow of Erin's pussy. Erin gasped and looked from side to side to see if anyone had noticed, but there were very few people on the beach at this time of the morning and nobody was looking their way.

When Tasha began spreading the lotion onto Erin's stomach, she was forced to lay back on the towel. When she got to her breasts, Erin gasped when Tasha pulled her top up and off, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard as Tasha rubbed the lotion on, taking extra care to pinch and pull her nipples before putting lotion on her arms and neck and face.

"When you turn over, I'll do your back," Tasha told her, removing her own top and freeing her breasts.

"Tasha, I can't lay here with my top off," Erin said, covering herself with her hands.

"Don't be silly," Tasha told her. "Of course you can. Nobody's going to bother you," she said as she lay back on the towel, closing her eyes.

At first Erin lay back with her hands covering her breasts, but she finally relaxed and lay there, enjoying the feeling of the sun on her body. Gradually she fell asleep, only to be wakened by the sound of a voice, a male voice.

"Hi there," the voice said.

"Oh, hi, Brad," Tasha said as Erin opened her eyes, her hands automatically going to her breasts to cover them

"Who's your friend?" he asked, looking at Erin.

"This is Erin," Tasha said. "Erin, this is Brad, he's the lifeguard on this beach."

"Hi, Erin," Brad said, holding out his hand.

"H-hi, Brad," Erin said, sitting up and reluctantly reaching up to shake his hand, uncovering her breasts. Her nipples were instantly erect and she could feel herself blushing.

"Here, time for you to turn over," Tasha said, picking up the sun block.

Gratefully Erin rolled over onto her stomach as Tasha started at her shoulders applying the lotion.

"How have you been, Tasha?" Brad asked, squatting down next to them.

"Oh, fine," Tasha replied, gently and slowly applying the lotion to Erin's back. "How about you?"

"Pretty good," Brad replied. "We've had great weather, so that's been good. Maybe we can get together later," he suggested. "It's been a while."

"That would be nice," Tasha said, squirting a big glob of lotion onto the small of Erin's back. "Here, give me a hand, do her legs for me," Tasha suggested, handing Brad the lotion.

"No problem," he said with a grin.

Erin started with surprise when she heard this and began to protest when Tasha began spreading the lotion on her lower back. At the same time Brad began with the calves of her legs. It felt nice and Tasha and Brad were chit-chatting so Erin relaxed again. Then as Brad moved above her knees with the lotion, Tasha moved down from her lower back to her ass, kneading and massaging her totally naked ass cheeks. Brad was now working on her upper thighs when Erin felt Tasha squeeze her cheeks tightly in her hands, pulling them apart.

"You're not going to burn today," Tasha said, running two fingers covered in lotion down the crack of Erin's ass, beneath the nearly invisible string, over the pucker of her rosebud to delve beneath the thin strip of material and into her pussy, stroking once, twice, before sliding back up the crack of her ass.

"There, that should do it," Tasha said as Brad too finished, letting the back of his hand brush against the material covering Erin's pussy.

Erin lay with her head on her arms, her face flaming red in embarrassment at what Brad must have seen.

"Uh, thanks," she managed to say, her voice almost cracking.

"Brad, you mind doing me?" Tasha asked, flopping down next to Erin.

"No problem," Brad said, grabbing the lotion and beginning to spread it over her body.

Erin continued to lay face down as Tasha and Brad chatted. They seemed fairly familiar with each other and Erin got the feeling that he was very nice.

"Mmm, that's great," Tasha sighed.

Erin automatically turned her head to the side and saw that Brad was between Tasha's legs, one hand sliding back and forth, obviously stroking her pussy. He saw Erin looking at him and grinned shyly, then slapped Tasha on the ass.




Erin



"That should do it," he said, still squatting between her legs, an obvious erection tenting his bathing suit.

"You tease, you," Tasha laughed, looking over her shoulder at him.

"How about tomorrow night?" Brad suggested. "After work."

"That sounds like fun," Tasha agreed. "Maybe Erin will join us, if you don't mind, that is."

"No, the more the merrier," Brad said, getting to his feet and adjusting his obvious problem. "I'll see you then," he said, returning to his duties.

"I was so embarrassed," Erin said, looking at Tasha. "I felt so naked. And he saw what you did."

"Don't be silly," Tasha told her, leaning over and pecking her on the lips. "Brad's the sweetest guy. He's the only person I actually go out with from time to time. And he's got a perfect cock," she added with a laugh. "He's eight inches and he can stay hard forever. And he has an endless supply of cum."

"Oh, Tasha, is that all you think about?" Erin asked with a laugh. 

"Not all, but if you're going to have a guy, he might as well have what it takes."

The two girls lay in the sun for another half an hour before Tasha suggested they go. Erin was happy to put her top back on and they made their way off the beach, waving to Brad as they went. When they got back inside the house, Tasha dragged Erin into the shower where they soaped each other, rubbing each other to orgasms before getting out and falling onto the bed in a 69, eating each other's pussies to orgasm.

"Oh, I hate for this to end," Tasha said as she rolled onto her back, pussy juice smeared all over her face.

"What do you mean?" Erin asked, her fingers between her legs, exploring and playing.

"Well, I have a scene to shoot this afternoon, remember? I'd rather stay here with just us."

"Oh, I forgot," Erin said. "What do you have to do?" she asked curiously.

"It's a scene where I'm a maid and the teenage boy of the house gets caught by his parents doing me and they punish him," Tasha explained.

"Oh!"

"Would you like to watch?" Tasha asked. "I sure don't mind."

"Oh, I couldn't," Erin exclaimed, sitting up, unconsciously sucking her fingers that had just been between her legs.

"But you've been watching. What's the difference now?" Tasha asked.

"If my parents knew..." Erin began.

"They'd love it," Tasha finished. "Can you imagine how hard it is for them keeping their lives from you? They don't want to hurt you or influence you in any 'bad' way. I'm sure they're worried about how you might judge them based on your education and religious inclinations."

"I guess I never thought of it that way," Erin confessed. "But I'd be so embarrassed."

"Well, you were embarrassed the first time I licked your pussy, weren't you?" Tasha asked.

"Yes," Erin blushed.

"Does it still embarrass you?" Tasha asked.

"No," Erin replied, still blushing.

"And how do you feel about my pussy?" Tasha asked, running a finger between her pussy lips.

"Oh, I-I love your pussy," Erin began. "I mean, I love the taste of your pussy. I love touching it."

"That's what I mean," Tasha said, smiling at her. "24 hours ago you would have died from embarrassment at that kind of thought. Now, you just want to taste me," she said, putting a foot up on the bed next to Erin, her pussy right in front of her.

Giggling, Erin leaned forward and ran her tongue through Tasha's pussy, sucking on her clit protruding from between her pussy lips.

"We'll never get out of here if we start that again," Tasha laughed, pulling away from Erin's eager mouth. "You let me talk to your parents," she said. "I'll arrange it and you won't have to be embarrassed."

"You're not going to tell them about us, are you?" Erin asked, looking anxiously at her.

"Not if you don't want me to," Tasha assured her. "What we do together is between us. If you want to keep it private, I'll absolutely respect that."

"Okay," Erin nodded.

"Fine, that's settled then," Tasha said. "Now we better get dressed and out of here."

Erin was a bit nervous on the way home. So much had changed for her in just 24 hours. She was afraid that they'd look at her and know everything by the guilt on her face. When they got to the house, Jane greeted them with hugs, commenting on how nice she looked with some color. Erin showed her the new clothes she had bought, though not the bathing suit. She went to her room to put them away and then lay on her bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking about everything. She was startled out of her reverie by a knocking on the door which then opened revealing her mother standing there.

"Mind if I come in?" she asked, entering without waiting for an answer, shutting the door behind her.

"Uh, sure," Erin replied, sitting up.

"I talked with Tasha," Jane began without preamble. "I know you know what our production company is concerned with. I also saw you watching us the other day."

"I didn't mean to..." Erin began.

"No, it's okay," Jane told her, sitting on the bed next to her. "I've been worried for years how to tell you about it, I just didn't know how. I was afraid to lose you."

"Mom, you can't lose me," Erin insisted, impulsively hugging her tightly.

"I just know you've been brought up being taught certain things and I know what they say about what we do," Jane told her. "I'm not making any excuses. And I'm not ashamed either."

"Mom..."

"So, you want to watch Tasha do her scene today, is that right?" she asked.

"I think so," Erin said, nodding. "But not if you mind."

"I don't mind," Jane told her. "But you need to understand that your father and brother and I make very explicit pornographic movies together. And with other people. We break all the rules of decency and morality you've been taught. I don't want you to be disgusted by us or what we do."

"I think I'm more curious than anything," Erin told her. "I mean, I've never really even heard of anything like this. And I had a good talk with Tasha about what she does. She even showed me some of her videos."

"She told me," Jane said, nodding. "And what did you think of them?"

"Well, I was completely shocked at first, of course," Erin admitted, "but then, then it was sort of exciting. I don't know. Maybe if I see more I'll understand better."

"Well, we're going to start in about a half an hour. If you want to watch, you're welcome," Jane told her, getting to her feet.

"Okay," Erin said. "Thanks. I'll think about it."

"I really do love you, sweetheart," Jane said, leaning over and gently kissing her on the mouth. "So do your father and your brother. Brian's just having a hard time figuring out how to behave around you. He doesn't want to hurt you or your feelings either."

"I understand," Erin replied.

"Okay then," Jane said, going to the door. "In any event, we'll eat dinner around 6:00. Would you like me to invite Tasha to stay?"

"Oh, yes, please," Erin said, smiling. "I really like her."

"Well, she seems to like you too," Jane smiled back as she left the room.

Erin lay on her bed, pretending to decide whether to watch the video shoot when she already knew deep down in her heart that nothing could keep her away. But still she felt a bit of shyness at openly being there while her father and brother and mother participated, knowing she was watching.

30 minutes later found Erin opening the door downstair and peeking in. Not seeing anyone, she quietly made her way through the maze of rooms until she got to the bedroom set where she heard voices. At first just peeking around the door, she saw that Tasha was dressed in a scullery maid's uniform, a very short one that barely covered her ass cheeks. The top was very low cut, showing a lot of cleavage. Jane was giving last minute instructions when Tasha looked up and saw her. A big smile crossed her face which was not unnoticed by Jane, who glanced over her shoulder and saw her daughter in the doorway.

"Okay, let's roll," Jane said, moving behind the camera with Bill standing next to her, Tasha straightening the bed.

"Action!" Jane called and Brian entered the room, sauntering over and standing behind Tasha while she made the bed.

Tasha jumped when Brian reached out and put his hand beneath her short skirt.

"Ooh, Master Davis," she said, not moving away from his hand. "You know what your parents said about bothering me while I was working."

"I don't care. They're not here now," he replied, spinning her around and pulling her close. "I've got something for you to clean," he said, kissing her hard, a hand going to her ass beneath the skirt.

As Brian pulled Tasha's clothes off and undressed himself, Erin slowly inched closer, wanting a better view. When she was right behind her parents, Bill turned and smiled at her. He put his arm around her shoulders and drew her close, next to him. Now Erin was only 6 feet from where Tasha was sitting on the edge of the bed, sucking her brother's cock, taking it all the way into her throat as she worked him. Then he pulled her up from her knees and positioned her on the bed on her hands and knees, her ass and pussy pointing right at the camera.

Erin's mouth was hanging open as she watched her brother's cock slowly slide into Tasha's pussy, stretching it wide, the same pussy she had licked and sucked all night long. She felt her nipples get hard and her pussy wet as she watched her brother's cock sliding in and out of Tasha's pussy.

Then her father released her and stepped into the scene, bellowing, "Here, what's going on here?"

Brian jumped back, his cock standing straight up in the air, glistening with Tasha's pussy juices. Tasha's pussy pouted open at them, juices dripping from her clit.

"What have I told you about bothering the maid while she's working?" Bill shouted at Brian as he reached out and rubbed Tasha's pussy. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson," he said, unzipping his pants and letting them drop to the floor, his cock standing hard in front of him. "You kneel down right there and watch, and learn," Bill said, pushing Brian onto his knees right next to Tasha, then stepping behind her and jamming his cock into her pussy in one hard stroke.

Tasha was mewling and cooing as Bill fucked her, fucked her hard as Brian watched from just inches away. Erin found herself focusing on Tasha's pussy, the way it seemed to grip Bill's cock each time he slid out, then swallowing it again as he thrust into her.

Then giving her hand a squeeze, Jane stepped into the shot.

"Just what is going on here?" she demanded, standing close by them as Bill continued to fuck Tasha.

"I caught this damned boy pestering the maid again," Bill told her. "I'm teaching him a lesson."

"Well, when you're done, I'll teach him one too," Jane said, glaring down at her son.

"Ah, ah, ah," Bill groaned, reaching down and grabbing Brian by the hair.

He pulled his cock from Tasha's pussy, cum spurting from the end, and pointed it at Brian, shooting a stream of cum into his face. Erin almost gasped out loud when Brian opened his mouth and Bill slid his cock in, cum pumping from the end. Brian actively sucked his father's cock until Bill pulled it from his mouth. Jane then grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up onto the bed and straddled his midsection, pulling her dress off over her head. Reaching down, she guided his still-hard cock to her pussy, lowering herself down onto it, her back to him, facing the camera. Erin could clearly see her mother's clit sticking out, big and fat, as she rode up and down on Brian's cock.

Then Tasha crawled up on the bed, planting her gooey, cum-filled pussy on Brian's face, riding his tongue while Jane rode his cock. When Brian stiffened in orgasm, Jane reached down, pulling his spurting cock from her pussy and directing the streams of cum to her lower stomach, just above her pussy.

As Brian finished cumming, the cum running down Jane's stomach onto and over her pussy, she turned around, nudging Tasha out of the way and sliding her gooey pussy onto her son's face. Erin was astounded as Brian licked and sucked his mother's pussy, eating all of the cum that he himself had put there.

"Okay, cut!" Jane finally called out, dismounting Brian's face and leaning over and kissing him long and hard. "You were just wonderful!" she said. "Didn't he do just great?" she asked, looking to both Bill and Tasha for approval.

"I loved it," Tasha said with a laugh, "but Brian got the best of everything, I think. What did you think, Erin?" she asked, turning to look at her.

"Oh, I-I-I...I had no idea..." she tried to start.

"You mean Brian and your dad?" Tasha asked, directly to the point.

"Well, yes," Erin nodded, blushing furiously. "I mean..."

"You have to lose the male-female thing," Tasha said, getting to her feet and coming over to Erin, taking her hand. "It's about sex. Pussies, asses, mouths, hands, feet, nipples: sex. It wasn't personal. I'd bet Brian's never been with a man outside of filming a video."

"Actually, I have," Brian said, laughing. "I've been involved in a few group sex parties where all the lines got blurred. But if I have a choice, I'll take pussy every time."

"Well, why don't we all get cleaned up and meet upstairs for dinner," Jane suggested. "Good job, everyone."

"Thanks, you two," Tasha said, giving their cocks a sqeeze. "Can I use your shower, Erin?"

"Uh, sure," Erin said, nodding.

As they left the room, Jane turned to Bill and Brian.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked.

"Well, she's as beautiful a girl as I've ever seen," Bill said.

"I think you just leave her alone, let Tasha do whatever it is she's doing," Brian suggested. "Maybe we get her to help us, operating the camera," he added when he saw the look on his mother's face. "You're the one who is always complaining that we don't get good camera work when it's just standing on the tripod with nobody operating it."

"Okay," Jane said, "but absolutely no pushing her or teasing her or anything. Do you understand?" she asked, looking directly at Brian.

"Sure, I understand," Brian said. "It'll be easier now that she knows anyway. I felt so awkward trying to hide."

Upstairs Tasha had a quick shower then flopped naked onto Erin's bed.

"How did you like it?" she asked. "Was it fun? Did it get you hot?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Erin laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.

"You didn't mind?"

"No, of course not," Erin replied. "Why should I?"

"Good. Then lick me real quick before your mom comes. Show me how much you still love my pussy," Tasha said with a laugh, pulling her knees to her chest and exposing her pussy to Erin.

Glancing quickly to the door, Erin bent over and stuck her tongue into Tasha's pussy, expecting it to be different. But it wasn't. It was the same soft, hot, sweet pussy she had tasted before. Thinking she heard noise from the hall, she stopped, jumping to her feet. Laughing, Tasha pulled her clothes on, then kissed Erin, her tongue dueling with hers for a moment.

"Let's eat, I'm famished," she said, heading for the door.

Dinner that night was the most normal meal they had yet shared. So much awkwardness was out of the way. They didn't mention anything about the shoot, instead talking about the fun Erin and Tasha had had. By the time they finished eating, it had been decided that Erin could stay with Tasha whenever she wanted. Being so close to the beach and shopping and other people instead of being isolated up on the mountain were the deciding factors. They decided that they would buy Erin a car in the next few days so she wouldn't have to rely on anyone to get around.

"That was so good, Jane," Tasha said, sitting back in a comfortable lounge chair by the pool after dinner. "I'm always famished after a shoot."

"Me too," Jane agreed. "It's a wonderful way to work up an appetite, isn't it?"

"I'll say," Brian laughed, suddenly stripping off his clothes and diving into the pool.

"Come on, let's go swimming," Tasha said, getting to her feet and quickly peeling out of her clothes.

"I couldn't," Erin said, shaking her head.

"Then go put on a suit," Tasha told her. "Go on, hurry."

By the time Erin got back, wearing the suit Jane had given her, everyone was in the pool, naked. Very self-consciously she slid into the water, grateful for the privacy the water afforded. It did feel good, especially on her sunburnt skin. She lazily floated on her back, her breasts buoyantly suspended above the water, her nipples poking through the material.

At one point she bumped into someone, and turning over and around, sputtering water, she began to apologize, only to see that it was Brian and that he was licking and sucking Jane's pussy as she sat on the side of the pool, her feet up on the edge. She stared as Brian sucked their mother's pussy lips into his mouth, pulling and stretching them. When he noticed her next to him watching, he lifted his face for a moment, smiling at her, then stabbed his tongue into Jane's hole, holding her pussy lips wide apart.

Hearing Tasha's laughter, Erin turned to see her in the same position with her father between her legs sucking her pussy. Feelings of jealously and want coursed through her body but she was far too inhibited to do anything about it. She could only watch as her mother and her now best friend got their pussies licked.

Frustrated, Erin made some excuse and went to her room, dropping her bathing suit on the floor and flopping naked onto her bed. She didn't know how much time had passed when she was awakened by the weight of someone sitting on her bed. Opening her eyes, she saw that it was Tasha and that she was still naked.

"W-w-what," Erin stammered, wiping her eyes.

"Everyone went to bed," Tasha explained. "I was going to go home but I thought maybe I could stay here tonight. It's late and I'm pretty tired."

"Sure, of course," Erin said, moving over to make room.

"You mind if I lock the door?" Tasha asked, a mischievous grin on her face.

"No," Erin replied, blushing as she realized what Tasha intended.

"Good," she said, locking the door then climbing onto the bed, pushing Erin's legs apart as she fastened her mouth on her pussy, drinking up the juices that had pooled there.

Erin's hands went down to caress Tasha's head as she ate her pussy, cumming immediately when Tasha started sucking on her clit. When she stopped cumming, Tasha crawled up her body to kiss her, letting her taste herself. Then she straddled Erin's head, her pussy spread open directly above her mouth.

"Now I've got a treat for you," Tasha said, lowering her pussy onto Erin's waiting tongue.

Erin happily sucked Tasha's pussy. She noticed that it was a bit saltier and viscous than before, but it was absolutely delicious and she didn't stop until she had made Tasha cum and licked her dry. When she finished, Tasha curled up in Erin's arms, sharing a long sensuous kiss.

"Did you like it?" Tasha asked.

"What?" Erin asked.

"My pussy, silly," Tasha giggled.

"I told you I love your pussy," Erin whispered back.

"Was it different to you?" Tasha asked.

"Maybe a little," Erin replied. "Why?"

"Because I fucked your father and your brother and let them cum in me," she said.

"You mean..." Erin began.

"You just sucked my freshly fucked pussy full of their cum," Tasha told her. "I'm glad you liked it."

"I wish I'd known," Erin said after a long pause.

"Why?" Tasha asked.

"Maybe I would have paid more attention to how it tasted," she replied.

"You don't pay attention to how my pussy tastes?" Tasha asked with mock sternness.

"I love the taste of your pussy," Erin said shyly, reaching down between Tasha's legs and rubbing her finger between her pussy lips.

"Did you really, you know, with my father and brother?" Erin asked, sliding her finger into Tasha.

"Mmm, yes," Tasha replied. "They're both really good fucks, so it's always fun."




Erin



"What makes them good?" Erin asked, slipping a second finger into Tasha's pussy and slowly fucking her.

"They have nice size cocks, to start," Tasha said, humping her pussy into Erin's hand. "And they can fuck forever without cumming. And when they cum, they can get hard really quickly."

Erin withdrew her hand from Tasha's pussy, crawling down her body to glue her mouth to her dripping pussy, licking and slurping. She felt Tasha's tongue between her legs and sighed as the two girls sucked each other to yet another orgasm before finally falling asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, after having breakfast together, they all went out to buy a car for Erin. When they finished, Erin was the proud owner of a blue Morris Mini Convertible.

"Oh, mom, dad, I can't thank you enough," Erin said, giving them each long hard hugs. "I'm so happy to be home, I never want to leave."

"Let's go to the beach," Tasha suggested. "It's a beautiful day."

"Oh, yes," Erin agreed. "Mom, dad, Brian, you'll come with us? It's a beautiful beach."

"I've got work to do, sweetheart," Jane told her. "I've got to edit the video we shot yesterday."

"Why don't you two go have fun," Bill suggested. "We'll all catch up later."

"Let us know if you'll be home for dinner," Jane told her.

"I will, mom," Erin said, once again hugging her. "Thanks again for everything."

Getting behind the wheel of her new car, Erin carefully followed Tasha to her house. As she parked, Tasha jumped out of her car and came to Erin's door, opening it.

"Time to dedicate your new car," she informed Erin.

"What do you mean?" Erin asked, looking up at her.

"Give me your shorts," Tasha demanded, holding out her hand.

"What!" Erin exclaimed, looking around. "Anyone could see," she complained, her face turning red.

"Nobody will see anything," Tasha told her, her hand still outstretched.

Very furtively Erin slipped her shorts off, handing them to Tasha, sitting with her naked ass on her new seat. Tasha then opened the car door, causing to Erin to gasp and once again look around. Kneeling down, Tasha swung Erin's legs out the car then pushed her onto her back, pushing her knees up to her chest and completely exposing her naked pussy.

Erin was laughing out loud as Tasha began licking her pussy, driving her tongue into her. When Tasha nibbled on her clit, she came immediately, gasping as Tasha sucked her dry. When Tasha leaned back on her knees, a big smile on her pussy-juice smeared face, Erin sat up.

"Now you'll always remember the first time you got your pussy sucked in your car," Tasha told her, pushing to her feet. "Come on, let's get changed and down to the beach."

They ran into the house, Erin holding her shorts against her body, the two of them laughing. Tasha gave Erin one of her thong suits to put on and Erin struggled into it. She was larger than Tasha and she was barely able to tie the top around her back. The tops of her nipples kept peeking out and she had to readjust it. The bottom was similarly tight which resulted in it being pulled tightly against her pussy.

Grabbing towels and the sun block, they crossed the street to the honking of car horns and made their way down near the water. Dropping their stuff, they ran to the water, jumping in with peals of laughter as they splashed each other. After 15 minutes of frolicking in the water, they ran to their towels, sitting down, the sun in their faces as the sea gently lapped at the sand.

"That was great," Tasha said, reaching behind herself and untying her top and removing it, her breasts pointing out with hard nipples which she pinched and squeezed, making them even harder and larger.

Hesitating for a moment, Erin took her top off too, rationalizing that it was too tight anyway and it wasn't doing much of a job of covering her. Her nipples were the size of pencil erasers on the ends of her big beautiful breasts.

"You want the sun on your front or back first?" Tasha asked, holding up the sun block.

"Back," Erin said, turning onto her stomach, still self-conscious about exposing herself so completely on the public beach.

Tasha slowly and thoroughly covered Erin's back side with sun block, paying particular attention to her ass, pulling the material tightly against her pussy so that it bunched up between her pussy lips, completely exposing them. When she finished, she too lay down on her back, resting in the warmth of the sun.

"Hey, you two," they heard about a half an hour later. Opening her eyes and shading them with her hand, Tasha saw that Brad was squatting at the edge of their towels. "She's starting to get a bit pink," he observed, looking at Erin's back side. "She should turn over."

Reluctantly Erin rolled onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows. She saw that Brad's eyes focused on her breasts and she felt her nipples getting hard, completely out of her control.

"Brad, will you hand me that sun block?" Tasha asked, holding out her hand.

"I'll do it," Brad volunteered, picking up the lotion and squirting it into his hand and starting to apply it to Erin's lower leg.

"Thanks," Tasha said, smiling at Erin.

When Brad got up to her knees, Erin laid back onto her towel, feeling her face flushed and all too aware of how hard and large her nipples were. As Brad spread the lotion on Erin's upper thighs, he couldn't help but noticing that the material of her suit had bunched up between her pussy lips, which were completely exposed. Erin gasped when she felt his fingers slide across them.

"You sure don't want to burn there," Brad commented, rubbing first one, then the other of her pussy lips between his fingers before sliding up onto her stomach.

Erin struggled to remain calm, to not tense her body as Brad spread the lotion upwards, his hands sliding across her breasts and caressing them, massaging them, rolling her hardened nipples between his fingers before moving up to her neck and then her arms. Erin's pussy was soaked by the time Brad got done.

"Well, there you go," Brad said, sitting back on his heels. "And that was definitely my pleasure," he said with a big smile.

"Thanks," Erin managed to croak, her whole body on fire.

"Hey, why don't you stay the night," Tasha suggested to Erin. "We can invite Brad over and get some food and stuff. What do you say?"

"Well, sure," Erin agreed, silently wondering what 'stuff' meant.

"Hey, great," Brad said, getting to his feet. "I'll come by after I close down here."

"Okay, see you then," Tasha said, smiling at him.

"Oh, god," Erin groaned, putting her arm across her eyes as she lay there.

"What?" Tasha asked, puzzled. "Don't you want him to come over?"

"It's not that," Erin said, turning to look at Tasha. "When he put the sun block on me, well, he touched me," she said lamely.

"Well, I'd hope so," Tasha laughed. "How else is he going to put it on?"

"No, I mean he touched me," she said.

"I see. Did you like it?" Tasha asked.

"Tasha!" Erin exclaimed, sitting up, her breasts swinging. "He played with my nipples and touched my pussy."

"Did you like it?" Tasha repeated, laughing.

"It made my whole body tingle," Erin admitted, shaking her head. "And my pussy is just so wet now."

"That's nice," Tasha said, laying down on her towel. "You just hold that feeling until later."

Erin lay back down, the sun warming her, and let her mind run wild. She couldn't stop thinking about everything, her family, Tasha, Brad, her own body. When Tasha finally suggested that they go, Erin was ready to scream with frustration. They put their tops on and waved to Brad as they left the beach and crossed to Tasha's house.

"Wanna take a shower with me?" Tasha asked, dropping her suit onto the floor.

"Sure," Erin agreed, stripping.

In the shower they soaped each other, and Erin felt a thrill every time Tasha's hand touched her between her legs or her breasts, but Tasha didn't do anything more than that and Erin was feeling even more frustrated when they got out of the shower. Tasha rummaged through a drawer and found some clothing which she handed to Erin.

"You can wear this if you want," she said, watching Erin's expression as she examined the bright red tube skirt. "You can adjust it however you want," she explained. "Down to your ankles or whatever."

Erin pulled it on, feeling it mold itself to her body. Turning to look in the mirror, she saw that even though it was red, it was of such a diaphanous material that it was almost transparent with light behind it. It molded perfectly to her breasts and her nipples pushed out through the material. She adjusted it to just below mid-thigh and was

looking over her shoulder at the mirror when Tasha came up and ran her hands over her body, electrifying her nipples and making her wet between the legs.

"You look good enough to eat," Tasha said, kissing her softly before pulling on a short silk skirt that looked more like a lace-trimmed slip than anything. It came down a couple of inches below her ass. A matching tube top accentuated her breasts, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"You look great," Erin breathed. "You have such nice clothes."

"You will too, believe me," Tasha laughed. 

Erin opened a bottle of white wine and they each sat with a glass, just chatting like two school girls until there was a knock on the door.

"Hello, anybody home?" they heard Brad call out.

"Come in, Brad," Tasha called out.

Brad entered, looking really tanned with his hair bleached from the sun and his bright blue eyes. Even though he had a shirt on now, Erin could still see the muscles rippling beneath it.

"Wow, you two look great," he commented as he took in their outfits. "I think I'm way underdressed."

"Don't be silly," Tasha told him, moving over so he could sit next to them. "We're the flames, you're the moth."

Tasha poured Brad a glass of wine and the three of them continued talking. Brad learned about Erin's background and she learned that he was working as a lifeguard for the summer before going away to college. She found herself relaxing as she realized that he was a really nice boy. The trepidation she had felt about seeing him again after he had touched her like that melted away and she laughed and enjoyed herself.

At one point Tasha called and ordered some delivered dinner and when it arrived they all ate with gusto. Two more bottles of wine disappeared before they finished eating, sitting back with full bellies and not entirely sober. Erin had never drunk so much in her life and she found herself almost floating at times, her body tingly and hypersensitive.

Erin found herself sitting back on the sofa, one foot up. Her tube dress had ridden up on her thighs to where it was barely covering her pussy. Tasha shuffled over next to her, snuggling up against her side. Erin let an arm drape across her shoulders. Brian was sitting in a chair directly across from them, a grin on his face.

"How about some dessert, Brad?" Tasha asked, bringing her feet up onto the edge of the sofa, exposing her pussy to him.

Reaching between her legs, Tasha spread her pussy lips apart with two fingers as Brad crawled over and fastened his mouth on her bald pussy. Erin watched in surprise as Brad sucked Tasha's pussy right in front of her. Tasha was leaning against her, her body writing in delight as Brad's tongue did its magic between her legs. When her body spasmed in orgasm, Tasha clutched Erin's hand against her breast as she arched her body. Erin could feel her hard nipple pressing into the palm of her hand.

"Mmm, nice," Tasha said, reaching down and lifting Brad's face with a finger beneath his chin. "That was vanilla," she explained, "now try strawberry."

When she said that, Tasha hooked her left arm around Erin's uplifted knee and pulled it to the side, opening her legs and exposing her pussy. Before she could react or protest, Brad's tongue was sliding into her pussy. Erin arched her back in ecstacy as Brad hooked her left leg with his arm and put her leg over his shoulder. As Brad ate her pussy, Tasha pulled her top down, releasing her breasts, and leaned over and began sucking and nibbling on her nipples. She felt Brad slip first one, then two fingers into her tight virgin pussy, and she stiffened in apprehension until she felt him stop when he felt her barrier. He gently sucked her clit as he slid his fingers in and out of her sopping wet hole. Her body shuddered in orgasm and she finally had to push Brad's head away from her pussy. The sensations were too much for her.

Brad sat back on his heels, his face shining with pussy juice, a big smile on his face.

"That was the best dessert I've ever had," he said with a laugh. "You two have to have the tastiest pussies on the planet."

"Now it's our turn," Tasha informed him, sitting up. "You sit here now," she instructed, sliding over and making room for him to take her place sitting right next to Erin, who still hadn't pulled her dress up to cover her breasts.

As Tasha pulled his shorts off, releasing his rock-hard cock, Brad cupped Erin's breast and leaned over to suck on her nipple. She gasped as at the same time his other hand slid between her legs to caress her pussy. She watched as Tasha grabbed Brad's cock and began to lick and suck it, her eyes never leaving Erin's. She saw how she teased the slit at the end with the tip of her tongue, how she would suck just the head, her tongue swirling around the shaft at the same time. Then she would slowly lower herself until his entire cock disappeared into her mouth.

When Brad began to make some moaning and groaning noises, Tasha stopped pulling Erin's hand.

"Come on, you help," she told her as she pulled her onto her knees next to her.

Erin could only stare at Brad's cock in Tasha's tiny hand as it stood straight up right in front of her. She felt Tasha gently pushing the back of her head, so taking a big breath, she stuck her tongue out and let it touch Brad's cock. She was instantly surprised by how warm and soft it was, even though it was also so hard. Tasha took her hand and guided it to Brad's cock, releasing him and leaving Erin with sole possession.

Erin leaned forward once more, the tip of her tongue probing the slit and tasting the droplet of fluid that had appeared there. It was viscous and a bit salty, but she liked it and continued licking the head of his cock. Then she opened her mouth, letting just the head in, closing her lips around the shaft and letting her whole mouth close on him, tasting him. She loved the feel and taste of his cock in her mouth and she felt her pussy get wet, juice running down the inside of her thighs.

Tasha watched with delight as Erin quickly proved to be a natural cocksucker who obviously liked it. She now had both hands wrapped around Brad's cock and was attempting to take more and more of it into her mouth. Quickly pulling her clothes off, Tasha reached for Erin's tube dress and pulled it up over her head, leaving her completely naked on her knees in front of Brad.

She immediately grabbed his cock as soon as her arms were freed and held it, examining it closely before sticking out her tongue and licking it from base to tip. Tasha got behind Erin, her arms around her cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples.

"Put it between your tits," Tasha whispered in Erin's ear.

Erin looked up at Brad's face which had a rapturous look on it. She blushed, realizing that it was she who was causing him to look that way, then leaned up and forward, wrapping her big breasts around the shaft of Brad's cock. With Tasha's hands covering hers, Erin slid her breasts up and down Brad's cock. She was actually able to lean forward and lick the head of his cock as it appeared.

Then she released her breasts and just began sucking on him, almost in a frenzy. Brad began to squirm, moaning at the pleasure Erin's mouth was creating on his cock.

"He's about to cum," Tasha breathed in Erin's ear. "His cock is going to suddenly get bigger and then cum is going to shoot into your mouth," she whispered as Erin continued sucking Brad's cock. "Just let it happen," she cautioned. "When you think your mouth is full, just swallow and keep on sucking."

Tasha watched in fascination, her face just inches from Brad's cock, as Erin sucked him. Brad groaned, arching his hips, pushing his cock into Erin's mouth as her eyes widened in surprise, and Tasha knew that Erin was getting her first mouthful of cum. Brad sank back onto the sofa and Erin kept her lips clamped around the shaft of his cock. Tasha could hear her breathing through her nose, a real sign of a natural cocksucker.

Then Brad just collapsed into the sofa, his mouth hanging open as he stared at the beautiful redhead with her mouth wrapped around his cock. Erin sucked hard as she pulled off of Brad's cock, gulping as the tip of her tongue reached out to probe the slit one last time. She gasped for breath and Tasha saw Brad's cum still coating her mouth, some dribbling from the side of her mouth. Erin licked her lips, swirled her tongue around in her mouth and swallowed again, a surprised smile on her face which Tasha leaned over and kissed, probing her mouth with her tongue, tasting Brad's cum in her mouth. She licked the bits that had escaped and kissed her again.

"That was incredible," Tasha said, beaming at Erin. "You did that like you'd been doing it forever. You really liked it, didn't you?"

"Oh, it was wonderful!" Erin gushed, totally surprised. "It feels so soft and hard and it tastes so good!"

"Did you like his cum?" Tasha asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Oh, yes," Erin breathed, blushing completely red, her green eyes sparkling.

"Do you like it more than my pussy?" Tasha asked with a laugh, seeing the look of surprise on Brad's face.

Tasha laughed as Erin blushed, saying nothing.

"Come on, let's go into the bedroom," Tasha suggested. "We can play there."

Erin was excited and afraid as they went into the bedroom. So much was happening and so fast. Her head was still spinning from the wine she had consumed. But one thing she knew, she wanted to feel Brad's cock spurting hot cum into her mouth again. That had been the most exciting thing that she had ever experienced. As much as she loved Tasha and loved eating her pussy, nothing was better than that sensation of a cock suddenly growing thicker and then exploding, streams of hot cum shooting into your mouth.

"Only one rule," Tasha said, grabbing Brad by the cock and pulling him onto the bed with her. "No fucking Erin. If you want to fuck, you can fuck me. All you want. Okay?"

"Sure," Brad agreed, shrugging.

"Good. Then fuck me now," Tasha said with a laugh, spreading her legs and pulling him into her. "Yes, like that," she said, thrusting up against him as he speared her with his cock. "Come sit on my face, Erin," Tasha said, reaching over and taking her hand. "Let me lick that sweet pussy of yours."

Erin straddled Tasha's face facing Brad. She could clearly see his cock glistening as it slid in and out of Tasha's pussy. She gasped when she felt Tasha's soft hot tongue in her pussy and her nipples hardened even more. Brad leaned forward and kissed her, long and soft, his tongue playing with hers as he continued to pump Tasha's pussy. Then he leaned down and began sucking on Erin's nipples, his hands on her breasts massaging them, pinching and pulling on them while Tasha continued to eat her pussy.

After 15-20 minutes Brad started grunting as he fucked Tasha, getting close to an orgasm. Tasha sensed it and spoke from between Erin's legs.

"Do you want him to cum in your mouth again?" she asked, licking Erin's pussy.

"Oh, yes," Erin moaned, her eyes glazed. "Yes, cum in my mouth again."

Brad groaned and pulled his cock out of Tasha's pussy, wet and glistening in front of him. Tasha scrambled out from beneath Erin and watched as she crawled forward, opening her mouth and letting Brad slide his cock in. Erin closed her lips around his cock and sucked with her whole mouth, tasting Tasha's pussy all over him. Then she got to work really sucking on him, teasing him with her tongue. It wasn't a minute before she felt him swell and then explode, cum shooting into her mouth.




Erin



The hallway was crowded, but I stopped and just stared in shock. I had never seen such a beautiful woman. The rest of the people seemed to just disappear. Only she remained. She had long, wavy brown hair and perfect teeth. She was wearing a tight, long sleeved white shirt and a pair of jeans. The clothes showed off her flawless body to perfection. Her breasts were just perfect, a handful. Any more would be a waste. The weather outside was unseasonably warm and the air conditioner was turned up high, chilling the air. Her nipples were hard and I could see them right through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her breasts drew the eye down her body to her slim waist and perfectly sculpted thighs. 

I walked over and struck up a conversation. "Hi. You must be new to the school."

"Quite." Her voice was low and musical and heavily tinged with an enchanting accent. She locked her beautiful ice blue eyes with mine. "I just moved here from London. My name is Erin."

"Then let me be the first to welcome you to the campus. I'm Rob and I think we have a rather good school here. Every Friday we have a game of some sort. Hey, if you're not doing anything, I'd like to take you to the Basketball game this Friday."

She seemed to think it over, then agreed. "You're the first person to actually talk to me today. Everyone else seems intimidated or something." She shrugged. "Of course I'll go with you, even if it isn't a true game like football."

"Great! I'll pick you up at 5:00. We can get some food then go to the game. I'll drop you off afterwards."

*****

Friday night rolled around and I drove out to her house. It was a warm night. I went up to her door and knocked. Erin came to the door promptly.

The first thing I noticed was her clothes. Or lack thereof. She was wearing only a black string bikini. It accented her breasts, thrusting them up and out. Her nipples were hard and pressed against the fabric of the bra, making small mounds.

"Oh fuck me. Is it five already?"

I just nodded dumbly. 

"Come on in. I just have to take a shower and change."

I silently stepped inside. She said, "You can wait in my room while I shower."

"That would, uh, be great," I stammered like an idiot.

She smiled, "It's just up the stairs."

She turned and headed down the hall. It wasn't just a string bikini. It was a thong. There was only the merest suggestion of fabric between the firm, tanned globes of her ass. I simply stared for a second as she swiveled her hips down the hall seductively.

"Do, uh, do you always wear these clothes around the house? I might have to start visiting more often." I stuttered. Difficulty with basic speech was apparently the order of the day.

"No." Erin laughed and glanced back over her shoulder. "I was just cleaning out the Jacuzzi and didn't want to get all wet, so I threw this on, or, more accurately, took off everything else."

We entered her bedroom and she headed towards her dresser. As we chatted, she pulled out various items of clothing, including some extremely skimpy, lacy items of lingerie. I tried desperately to concentrate on what she was saying.

"Um, are your parents home?"

"Nope, they're on holiday until next Saturday. Get this, we move and then a week later they go back to England to pick up the rest of our stuff, so they leave me here all alone for a week." She took a deep breath and said hesitantly, "Say, do you want to stay here until they come back? We can forget about the game and have some fun of our own…" She flicked her huge blue eyes up at me, then down again. 

I didn't have to think about that one for long.

"Yes!" I almost shouted. "I mean, sure. I'd love to stay." I tried to recover some of my nonexistent suavity. The smile on her face just melted me.

I drove home and told my mom that I was going to stay at my friend Scott's house, packed up, and then drove back. Erin opened the door again. She had changed into a pair of tight, low cut jeans and a white, tight sleeveless men's undershirt. Obviously, she felt comfortable, because she had no bra on. Her nipples were hardened and clearly visible through the fabric. They rode high on her firm breasts, perky with youth.

"Bring your stuff on inside. You can just drop it here."

I put my stuff down. "What do you want to do now?"

"Well, we could go in the Jacuzzi."

"I didn't bring any swim trunks."

"That's okay. You don't have to wear anything. I'd like to get a look at what's down your shorts." She smiled lasciviously.

I readily agreed, pushing down that little voice that told me that a woman this attractive would in no way want me. We moved out to the back deck where the Jacuzzi was located. I removed all my clothes and stood before her. She looked me up and down appraisingly and smiled when she saw the size of my erection, still at half-mast.

"Wow, that's fucking huge. How long is it?"

"About eight inches hard, and about three around."

"Damn boy, let's get that inside of me quick."

She reached down and peeled off her jeans, revealing a pair of white panties. She grasped the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled upwards. The shirt rose, revealing her flat stomach and pouting navel, pierced by a diamond stud. Then it reached her breasts. They were large, but not too big. Coral pink nipples pointed at me, so hard I could almost see them throbbing.

"Let's get in," she breathed.

She bent over and slid her panties down her long, long legs then quickly turned and stepped into the steaming hot water. I got just a glimpse of her pussy and a strip of light brown hair before I followed her. As I entered, she moved to the other side of the tub. A slim hand reached out and beckoned me to her side. I moved beside her. She reached the same hand down and grasped me. It was so small that the heel of her hand couldn't touch her fingers when she wrapped her hand around my shaft. The hand started moving in long, slow, luxurious strokes. I groaned in ecstasy. I dropped my head down and sucked on her tits. First one nipple, then the other, alternating as my hand caressed her back. I rubbed my hands up and down her body, sliding over her soft hair and then into her warmth. Picking her up and using the water to buoy her body, I pulled her onto my lap. As we kissed and she slowly jacked me off, I inserted first one finger, then two into her pussy. She was hot and wet, slippery in a way that was subtly different than the water in which we were immersed.

She guided my erect penis into her slot, pulling me in, deeper and deeper, moaning in complete abandon. I pumped my hips a few times, and then settled into a quick rhythm of fucking. Soon we were both moaning and nearing release. I could feel the end coming, so I quickly turned over so that she was beneath me. Her breasts were right in my face, so I licked and nibbled them over and over. Suddenly, she began shaking, and then moaned breathlessly in total ecstasy. I waited until she was finished, then started pumping again. It wasn't lovemaking or having sex. No, this was pure fucking for the sake of fucking. We both were moaning again when she reached her peak again, letting out a wordless cry of rapture. I pulled out of her tight pussy and told her to get out of the Jacuzzi. She got out and sat on the edge, her face flushed and her taut body glistening.

I stood on one of the steps of the Jacuzzi so that my cock was eye-level with her. She cupped my balls in one hand and began to pump my shaft with the other.

"Shit, Erin, that's fucking good."

She looked up into my eyes, smiled, and then without breaking eye contact, completely engulfed my cock with her mouth. I began to cum almost instantly. The first spurt splashed down her throat. Then she pulled my shaft out and pointed it at her face. The next landed on her lips, then on her neck, and the rest down along her perfect breasts. My knees buckled and I fell backwards into the water. As I surfaced, I saw her run a finger down her breasts, then bring to her mouth and seductively suck on it.

"Now that's the way to welcome a girl to America," she purred.

All I could do was smile and lean my head back in utter exhaustion. I don't know if I can survive the entire week.

****

I awoke the next morning in a haze, unsure of where I was. My bleary eyes focused on the ceiling, and I took a mental inventory. The ceiling was different from my room…I was naked…the sheets felt silky smooth…and there was something warm resting on my arm. That's when it hit me. Erin's room. 

I glanced down at the top of her head, resting on my shoulder, the sheets pulled up to her neck. Her perfect young body was hidden under the sheets, nothing more than the vague, gauzy outline of sensuous curves. My cock began to stir, hardening and distending until it stuck straight up, the sheets tenting as a testimony to my tumescence. Erin stirred and I felt her hand start to slip down my body until it came to rest around my straining shaft.

"Good morning, babe," she purred.

"Well, good morning to you, too." I responded with a smile. "What's on the menu for today?"

She just arched her eyebrows and started to gently tug on my hard cock. I just leaned my head back and moaned, running my hands over her breasts as she lay next to me. I captured a nipple in each hand, rolling and lightly pinching them. I could tell she was enjoying it by the way her hand sped up on my cock.

"If you don't slow down, you'll have a mess to clean up, baby," I warned.

"Well then, let me solve that little…" she glanced down my body, "…make that big problem."

With a flip of her hand, the sheets flew to the floor. In a lithe movement she rolled on top of me, grabbed my cock by its base and sank down on me all the way. We both just froze, enjoying the sensations of our bodies merging. I cupped her breasts, pinched each nipple, then ran my hands down her body, brushed lightly over her clit, then around her hips to her perfect ass. With one firm cheek in each hand, I slowly lifted her up, and then brought her gently down. 

Then again.

Then again.

She began to move her hips of her own volition, her hands braced on my chest. Her breasts moved wonderfully with the vertical motion of her body. I looked down the length of my body to watch my cock entering her, stretching her to the very limit. Using the fingers of my right hand I gently massaged her clit while my left hand worked at the back of her neck, rubbing and then moving around to her mouth where she began to suck on my fingers.

"Oh…oh…oh…fuck me baby," she moaned around my fingers.

As her hips came down, I began to rise up to meet them, increasing the force of our fucking. She suddenly leaned back, arching her nipples to the sky, bracing her self on her hands. By now we were slamming into each other as if we were possessed. I could feel the pressure rising and tried to warn her, but she was too wrapped up in her impending orgasm to even hear me. 

Suddenly she froze, completely still. Her eyes were screwed shut, a look of ecstasy so great that it was indistinguishable from pain stamped on her gorgeous features. A thin, high little noise issued from her wide-open mouth and she began to tremble. The muscles inside her pussy clenched my cock like a vise as she came to her silent, intense peak. 

I came like a flood, like The Flood, like some great postdiluvian recreation of the end of the world. My hips bucked upwards as I drained into the voracious depths of her young body, spasm after spasm wracking my body. Black spots rushed before my eyes, spinning like a vortex. With one final shudder, I fell back onto Erin's bed behind me. She lay on top of me, breasts pushing into my chest, head under my chin. I could feel the juices from our bodies combining in a damp patch under my hips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted. "What a way to start the day."

I just closed my eyes and smiled.



Erin



It had been a shitty day. Erin Meyer stepped into the door of her cheap New York apartment and let it shut behind her so she could lean back against it. She closed her eyes and tried to shed the concerns of her day. Dealing with the worst of the worst of inner-city New York teenagers would have been a rough assignment for a veteran teacher. It was even worse for a fresh-out-of-college twenty-four-year-old.

Still, she was nearly four months into the school year and she usually felt like she was making strides, or at least baby steps, in educating those whom the system deemed unteachable.

Days like today got to her, though. Watching one of your students get led away in handcuffs was never easy. She'd quietly asked what he'd done, where none of the students could hear. Drive-by, they'd old her. Two brave eyewitnesses had fingered Hakim "Baby H" Jackson as the shooter. Worse yet, two people had died in the shooting. The D.A. had already said it: capital murder. That meant the death penalty. Erin sighed. Good-bye, Baby H.

Erin pulled herself away from the door and stripped off her coat, scarf, and gloves. She walked into her bedroom and took off her class ring, earrings, and necklace. Her sweater went over her head next, then the tank-top she'd worn under it. She took off her skirt and slipped down her hose. She stepped into the cramped bathroom and started the tap. She unhooked her bra and slid off her panties while the water heated. Her fingers worked busily at the bun on the back of her head. It came apart and she took the time to study herself in the mirror.

She was just over five feet tall and ... hefty, she thought. Yeah, that was a good word for it. Rubenesque, that was another one. Fat, that's the one the kids in school had used to devastating effect to her feelings. So, she'd been the fat chick who wore shapeless, comfy clothes and glasses and never took her eyes off the floor. She had never been given the opportunity to blossom there. She looked back on those years with a mixture of anger and regret. Her red hair she'd kept straight and tied back in those days. Her devastating green eyes had been denied by gold-rimmed glasses. Now, she took her contacts out and stepped into the bathroom. She tested the water with her hand and plugged the drain.

She sat down and emptied her bladder. She grinned at the humor that brought to her mind. Filling the tub always made her need to go. When it was full, she turned off the tap and settled herself into the hot water. She luxuriated as the hot water and steam loosened the muscles of her back and neck. She closed her eyes and thought about her last vacation, the beach of Cozumel, the fun in the hotel room. Chris would be home soon.

Erin slid her right hand between her legs, letting the heel of her hand rest on her pubic mound. She slid her fingertips through the silky red hair of her mons. She separated her labia and fondled her nub. Thinking about Chris' tongue and fingers, she rubbed it as it stiffened under her index finger. She stifled a moan as it came erect. Her left hand came out of the water and cupped her huge left breast. The nipple already stood at attention and she traced her finger around the pink aureole. The little bumps around her nipple also stood. This time the moan came out at full voice.

Her left hand slipped down under her right and she slipped a finger into her opening. She began to work it in and out of herself, pistoning the finger before coupling it with a second. She increased the tempo as she caressed the hood of her clitoris with her left. She felt herself approaching orgasm and slid a finger under the hood, contacting her buzzing nub with a fingertip. She bucked her hips in the water as she slipped a third finger in along with the first two. She continued to thrust them into her open vagina and squeezed her clitoris with her fingertips. She stuffed her fingers in as deep as possible as her orgasm crashed over her.

Her moan was almost a scream. Her vaginal muscles clenched tight around her fingers. She squeezed her clit as long as she could stand it, then let go. The relief from her throbbing bud was almost as powerful as her orgasm. She kept the fingers stuffed in while her body came down. Finally, she pulled them out and picked up the soap. She smiled, tired from the long day and now relaxed from a powerful come. She dipped a washrag into the water and began to lather it up.

Now, she was dressed in sweats and still waiting for Chris' arrival home. The network news was on when the door opened. Chris strode in and dropped an attaché case on the floor by the door as it closed.

Erin stood and stepped in front, giving her lover a long, deep kiss. Chris' hand slipped up and grasped Erin's right breast. The nipple poked Chris' palm, as hard and ready as Erin's vagina moistened against her panties. Erin reached up and took Chris' hand, leading the way to the bedroom before the taller blonde had a chance to even take off her coat.

Chris' coat and jacket found themselves stripped away by the aggressive Erin. Her blouse and bra followed, along with Erin's sweat top. The two women kissed each other deeply before Erin closed her lips around her partner's more diminutive breast. The blonde woman's moan was deep and intense. Erin's fingers found the closure and zipper at the waist of Chris' skirt. She released them and let the garment fall to the floor before sliding her hands into Chris' panties. She squeezed Chris' skinny behind with both hands before pushing panties and hose down. Chris assisted her by lifting each leg in turn to let her lover remove them. Erin stopped suckling Chris' small breast and took a step back, admiring the thin frame of her love.

Chris, however, wanted her now. She reached out and pushed down Erin's sweatpants and panties in one fell swoop. Now, both women were naked and aroused. Erin pushed Chris down onto the bed and straddled her. Their lips et and their tongues tangled between their mouths. Erin felt Chris' hard nipples against her own breasts. She pushed herself up and smiled down at the thin blonde. Erin's swollen clit pressed against Chris' pubic bone. She humped her hips at her smaller lover before lifting up and sliding down between Chris' athletic legs. Her tongue fondled her lover's labia, pressing between the swollen lips to the moisture beneath. Chris' moan enticed her higher and she found her girlfriend's clitoris, stiff against her lips.

Erin closed her lips around Chris' clitoris and let the tip of her tongue play around it. Chris' hand slid through Erin's red hair and Erin increased the pressure and the tempo. Erin's hand found the dildo she'd laid on the bed after her bath. She slipped it into Chris' dripping opening. She pushed it all the way in, hard. Chris bucked her narrow hips against the thin intruder. The breath rushed out of her as the first waves of orgasm hit. Erin quickly moved atop her again and pushed her tongue into Chris' mouth. Chris sucked the tongue in, tasting herself on Erin's lips. Chris' cry of pleasure as the orgasm built was muffled by Erin's mouth. Erin twisted the dildo as she pulled it out and felt Chris' body try and hold onto it. Instead, she pulled it all the way out before slamming it back in. Their tongues continued to twist together as she continued with the thrusting of their toy. Chris was lost in the world of pleasure when her orgasm hit. She gripped Erin's hand, holding the dildo as far into herself as she could get it. Her vaginal muscles squeezed it as she came. Erin held herself up, watching the changes on Chris' pretty face as she came down from the high.

Chris opened her eyes, still breathing heavily, and pulled Erin's face back down to hers. Chris slid her finger into her lover's opening and grinned when she found Erin as wet as she was. "Mount me," she said softly.

Erin smiled as she pushed herself up and shifted her hips up the bed, straddling Chris' face. Chris' tongue pushed into her as she gripped Erin's butt and held her there. She pressed her lips against Erin's labia, continuing to screw Erin with her tongue. Erin bucked her hips up and down on Chris' face. Erin bent forward, allowing Chris to focus her mouth on her clit. Chris, meanwhile, found the second dildo. This one was much bigger than the other, and Chris worked it into Erin's slit. It took a couple of strokes before Erin's vagina could accommodate the large toy. Chris pushed a finger against her anus as she slowly stroked the big plastic penis in and out of her. Her tongue continued to flick over her lover's bud.

Erin rested her head on her folded arms as she pushed back against the intrusion in her dripping snatch and the pressure on her butthole. She took Chris' thumb as deep as she could tolerate, just enough to spread her open. The real joy came from the big fake prick that violated her. She felt its rough sides tugging at the sides of her slit. The orgasm started as a tightness in the back of her throat.

She felt it coming like a tidal wave. She started to push back harder against the dildo and felt Chris' thumb sliding deeper up her butt. She squeezed her sphincter to let Chris know that was enough and continued to ride the dildo as Chris focused her attention on her lover's clit. Erin's head came up and she moaned deeply. That brought up a scream of pure joy as the orgasm hit. With timing that proved their long relationship, Chris yanked the dildo out in time to get splashed with a generous burst from Erin's vagina. The fluid splashed over her throat and breasts. More gushed into her mouth as the orgasm subsided.

Erin finally gathered enough energy to lift herself up and slide back down next to Chris. She flicked her tongue over the wet spots she left on her lover. They settled down and kissed deeply. A few minutes of lovely kissing later, Chris slipped away from Erin and got up to clean herself before putting on her own sweats. "I love you," she said before exiting the bedroom to start dinner.

Erin listened to her bustling in the bathroom, then the kitchen, and smiled. Yeah, she thought, it turned out to be a good day after all.



Erin



My sister, Erin, was nearly a year younger than me. Not quite a year. Our parents evidently had a pretty good sex drive and couldn't wait long. 

Erin had always been a pretty hot looking girl. She was always well built - even in grade school she was thin and taller than most of her classmates, and was among the first girls to start developing a shapely ass and breasts. Once her breasts started developing they kept on going. By the time she was 16 they were at least as big as the average woman's. 

I noticed her developing, but I was never attracted to her sexually. She was my sister! It never occurred to me that she was a girl like the other girls who took so much of my time, in fantasies or real life. Even when my friends would make comments about her looks, I didn't think of her that way. When someone made a crude sexual comment about her, I threatened to beat the shit out of them, defending my sister's honor. Still, even though I knew other guys saw her that way, I did not. I noticed other girls. I made crude sexual comments about them. And I never realized that I was doing the same thing to someone else's sister. 

As for me, I was also tall and well built. Our family had good genes. I took after my dad, with the same brown eyes and wavy brown hair that he had, though I grew my hair longer. I was athletic, but most of my physical looks were inherited. And it came in handy with other girls. I was popular, and though no Romeo, I had screwed a few girls. Yet I expected Erin to remain a virgin. She was a girl, and she shouldn't do that stuff. Yeah, I know, it was sexist. But I meant well.

By the time Erin was 18, she was a knockout. Large, heavy breasts, small waist, great ass, and legs that wouldn't quit. She was very attractive. Men as well as boys turned their heads when she walked past. Her deep blue eyes and long blonde hair completed the package. Still, I saw her as someone to protect, not someone to desire. 

I had a good job, but still lived at home because it saved me so much money. Not a bad thing for a guy who just turned 19. I also had no steady girlfriend, so I needed no place for regular sex. On the few occasions when I got lucky, it was usually in a car or at her place. But most of the time I was on my own. Yes, that's what I mean. Masturbating. And that's what started it.

One evening I was in my room, as usual, daydreaming and fantasizing, giving myself pleasure. I was nude and had slowly worked my erection to its full size. It was a night that I was going slowly, not in a hurry to cum. Suddenly I heard a noise. Was it a gasp, a moan? I wasn't sure, but I swung my head toward the door and caught a glimpse of my sister. My sister! Shit, not my sister! Then I realized that my door was open. I always close my door, always. She had to have opened it herself, then saw me stroking my cock.

These thoughts flashed through my mind, and my erection softened like the air had suddenly escaped. I was completely confused. I couldn't even think straight. My sister had seen me jacking off!

After I calmed down a little, I realized that I had to do something. I slipped my boxers on and went to her door. I knocked softly, as our parents were asleep. When she didn't answer, I opened the door slowly. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at nothing. I stepped in and closed the door, and said we should talk.

She nodded her head and I walked over and sat beside her on her bed. 

"I'm so sorry I walked in on you." she said, very upset.

"Don't worry. It's okay. I just really didn't expect it. Are you shocked?"

"I was very surprised." she said, with just a slight hint of a smile. Then completely serious again she said, "Something else shocked me."

I tried to think what else would have shocked her more than seeing her brother jacking off. "What was it?"

"Never mind," she said.

"No, really, what was it?" I repeated. "You know you can tell me anything." We weren't that close, but closer than most brothers and sisters. And when we were serious, we always told each other the truth.

"I'm too embarrassed to tell you."

"Embarrassed?" I said. "You just caught me masturbating. I think I would be the one who is embarrassed."

"That's the problem. I know I caught you. I saw you. I saw your ... thing." She hesitated, not knowing what to say. "I can't tell you."

"Erin, come on. What can be so bad that you can't tell me?"

"I liked it!" she blurted out.

I was confused. "What do you mean?"

"I saw you, and I liked it!." She then said, much quieter, "It turned me on."

Erin couldn't look at me. She stared at the floor, at the wall, anyplace not in my direction. I didn't know what to think, let alone say. Finally, after the long silence between us, she looked over at my face. I was still in shock, staring at her. I had to say something.

"It turned you on to see my dick?"

"Not just that. But it was hard, and long, and you were, you know, stroking it. I never saw anything like that. It just - excited me."

"But I'm your brother," I answered, trying not to sound too accusing. 

"Yeah, but looking at your penis I just saw it, not my brother."

I was starting to come around to some sexual thoughts. My sister was turned on by seeing my dick. My erection! And I did know that she was a hot girl. If she could have thoughts like that about me, why should I resist those thoughts about her? I was confused, but I was also noticing her long, shapely legs, and her large breasts barely covered by her thin nightie. Was it getting warm in here?

"Yeah, I think I understand." I was beginning to.

"She looked at me. "Have you thought of me that way?"

"You mean, like you were an attractive, sexy girl? Yeah, I have." At least I had in the past couple minutes.

"Are you thinking of me that way now?" she asked, with a slight smile beginning to show again. 

I wasn't sure what she was getting at. Then I saw her glancing at my shorts. With my recent thoughts my dick was starting to get erect, making a bit of a bulge in my boxers. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, shifting myself so the bulge wasn't as noticeable.

"That's okay," she said. "If I make you think thoughts like that, then I don't feel so bad about what I was thinking."

"What you were thinking?" I was confused again. also curious, and a little excited. "Just exactly what were you thinking?"

"Really?" She was sounding more like herself, but still kind of shy. "You really want to know exactly what I was thinking?"

I didn't mean it like that, but I went along with it anyway. "Yeah."

Now really shy, she said, "I was thinking I would like to see it again."

"What? You want to see my dick?"

"Well, yeah," she started. "But, you know, like you were doing before."

It took a moment for me to process this. "You want to see me masturbate?"

"Uh-huh."

"You want to see me masturbate?" I repeated. "You mean now?"

"If it's too weird just forget it. But, yeah, I would like to see it." 

"That is weird, Erin."

"I know. I'm sorry," she said. "But look."

I thought she was going to say something else, but she was just looking at my lap. More precisely. she was looking at my erection. It had gotten harder, and was now forming quite a large a tent in my lap.

"Well, I can't help that," I said defensively. "Shit, Erin, you are sexy, and you are turning me on..."

"So you will?"

"That's not what I meant," I said, still thinking. Or trying to think. "You really want me to masturbate? Here? Now?"

Erin smiled. "Come on. Do it for me."

It was hard for me to resist anything my sister wanted, and I was getting really turned on. I reached down to my boxers, pulled my erection over to the fly, and stopped. Could I do this? I looked at Erin. Her attention was focused on my crotch, with a look of anticipation on her face. I held my breath and pulled my erection out. My hand gripped it, and I sat still. 

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered, excitedly. "Go ahead."

I tentatively started sliding my hand up and down my cock. After a few strokes Erin said,"Take the boxers off."

I started to protest, this was too weird, but I was too far gone. I felt like I had no control as I pulled my boxers off and sat there nude in front of my sister. She turned more to get a better look, and had a big grin on her face.

My hand stroked my cock faster now. It had grown to its full hardness as I was very excited myself. I was on the edge of the bed, allowing my balls to hang and bounce as I stroked. Erin's eyes shifted slightly between my balls and my cock. My hand was pumping harder and faster. I was ogling her legs, and her breasts that were almost visible to me. I was totally lost in the sexual moment now, just wanting release. I moaned softly as I kept pumping furiously. I heard a moan come from my sister as well. I was pumping so hard that I was bouncing on the bed, my whole body straining for its release. The head of my cock was flaring. This was much hotter than jacking off by myself. I couldn't believe how excited I was, and how much I needed to cum. Please, I needed release.

I moaned and pumped as I felt that point of no return, where I knew that it was on its way. My hand squeezed harder as I pumped up my shaft, then again, and I felt the cum shoot out of my cock. It shot across the room, further than I could have imagined. Then another and another before the strength of the ejaculations seemed to lessen. I pumped a few more smaller spurts out, and then I finally stroked softly, milking the remains out of the tip of my cock. I groaned, a little louder than I should have before I caught myself. 

When I was done and had regained some of my composure, I let my hand drop so that Erin could get a good unobstructed view. She was leaning in close, fully enthralled by the whole scene. "My God," she said. "That was amazing!"

I was looking at her and my dick, but she was looking only at my dick. Well, my balls, too, I suppose. It took her a full minute to finally come out of her trance and realize she was staring at her brother's cock, which had just blown a large load across her floor. It was still dripping cum. 

Erin looked up at my face, then looked away quickly, embarrassed. "Thank you," she said, fluttering her eyes toward me, trying to look at me but not quite able to. "That was great. Better than I expected. God, is that the way it always is?"

"No, not really. I usually catch it in a cloth or a tissue. Unless it's in a girl," I joked.

She suddenly came out of her shyness and punched me. "Fuck you!" she said, laughing. Unusual language for her, but it didn't seem out of place in these circumstances. 

She reached around for a tissue and handed it to me. "Thank you," she smiled. "I mean it. That was great."

I started feeling very uneasy again all of a sudden. I wiped my dick with the tissue, while I grabbed my boxers and got up, heading for the door.

"Will you clean that up?" I asked, pointing to the cum streaks on the floor.

"Yes, I will." she said, smiling. "Don't get caught," she warned, referring to me going out into the hall, still naked.

I opened the door, checked that all was clear, and gladly left the room. I was still very confused.



Erin



You know I'm a sucker for love. Public displays of affection. They are just such a complete turn on. Walking the city streets, any city, any state. Just stop and look around. I did. And my whole life completely changed. And changed for the better. That's when I met her.

She reminded me of the actress Erin Gray, huge baby blue eyes, long dark flowing hair, and that sweet smile. You know the one, actress of "Buck Rogers in the 25th Century," "Silver spoons," and one of the first ever Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Cover Models. Yeah, that girl, well anyway, this woman, that changed my life, ironically happened to be named Erin. What luck huh? Well to be honest with ya'll, I've always had a crush on Erin Gray (the actress) anyway. I mean, she IS gorgeous. Well, that coupled with her good looks, prompted me to approach this woman, and of course I told this woman that she reminded me of Erin Gray, and she just blushed, and said, "no one's ever told her that before, and that she would take that as a compliment, as she herself thought Erin Gray was HOT!

Well anyway, Erin is now the love of my life. She was coming out of the corner Bookstore. She caught me looking at her and smiled. I hung my head and blushed. Then lifted my head and took the plunge and approached her. After the whole Erin Gray compliment, she put her hand underneath my chin, and lifted my head and planted a huge passionate tongue-filled kiss right on my mouth. I knew then, that Erin was the woman for me.

Erin and I now live together, in a two bedroom apartment. But we only use one, as Erin and I share one of them. Erin and I are perfect for each other. We both like corner bookstores, night clubs, and Public displays of affection. We both belong to an all girls gym. Which we attend 3-4 days a week, 3-4 hours at a time. We totally make out in the showers. The girls just stop and stare. We can tell they are so envious. That we are so daring, at kissing, and touching ourselves like that in public. We give each other the most passionate tongue-filled kisses you can imagine. Sometimes we even pick one of the girls to help us out. We give them a taste of what they seem to be staring at. We give her a tongue-filled passionate kiss. And let her touch us and see how in love we are. Or if you want to be serious, see how wet we become when everyone's watching us.

Sometimes we let one of the girls follow us home. Spend the entire day with us then go to a club at night. We just totally make out on the dance floor. Kissing each other, all three of us. Our tongues touching each others, Wine is a good source Of energy when you want to get laid. And you know that bartenders like to keep their alcohol flowing to willing, paying customers. We dance just about every song. Keeps the calories off. Because we have the bodies for it.. We each wear mini skirts.. With tight shirts that go slightly above our waists. With knee length matching go-go boots. All the men and women get so jealous. We can see it in their expressions. And it just makes us hotter. Turn us on even more. Sometimes we end up in the rest room. Most people know what is going on. We take our little friend with us. And let her join in on the fun. Two's company but threes awesome. We start by kissing each other, our tongues waging in each others mouths. Caressing and laving there. Our hands on one another. Lifting each others shirts up, cupping our breast through our bras. Laving our nipples making them harder in our playing. Our friend, we'll call her Summer Skye; takes a bold step, and caresses Erin's nipple through her bra, then takes her breast out of her bra and bends down to suckle her 1/2 inch erect nipple. That's one thing I love about Erin. Her nipples when they are erect they are a 1/2 inch. They feel so good with my velvet tongue just underneath and my mouth clamped over its crest. As I begin to suckle there. I just love to hear Erin let out her little whimper that she does when you suckle her breast. In fact she's whimpering now. It's such a turn on. 

Summer really knows how to get my attention. Making Erin whimper like that, especially in a public place. Summer goes from one breast to the other. Suckling each one carefully. Summer reaches up with one free hand and lifts up my shirt, and caresses my nipples through my bra. I decided to help her out, I take out my size 36c's out of my bra and guide her free hand to my breast, letting her massage my aureole, into a full 1/2 inch nipple. Soon she lets go of Erin's breast and concentrates on my mine. Erin places herself on the floor vent. It's spring in the city, so it's okay. We had enough heat of our own. She takes her hands and reaches up underneath her skirt, and removes her panties. Baring her most sensuous place for all to see. I gently grab Skye by the hair and motion to her what Erin has done. I slightly push Skye out of the way and I head right for Erin. Massage her already ½ inch erect nipples. While probing my tongue in her mouth, and kissing her luscious blush colored lips. I travel my tongue and send kisses down her long torso, and kiss each erect nipple then begin to take one into my mouth, and suckle there.

Skye has gotten herself up on the heat vent also. Taken off her panties, hiked up her mini skirt, and lowered her love place over Erin's face. Nuzzling her love place there for what seems like hours. I begin to caress and lave at Erin's 1/2 inch erect nipples, carefully suckling them, trying to make them a little bigger, or actually receive some of her milk, if at all possible. My tongue underneath the nipple itself, and my mouth clamped just over the crest. I can hear Erin slightly moan around Skye's love place. I trace Erin's torso with feather like kisses, her body trembles a little. I kiss more feather like kisses down her belly, and lave in her belly button, for a few minutes. Then travel my kisses down her leg, and up the inside, and down the other and up it's inside. Erin is still nuzzling Skye's love place. Skye is playing about her erect nipples, gently pulling on them between her thumb and forefinger. I can see her mouth open in form, moaning incoherently. I trace more feather like kisses on Erin's inner thighs. Then travel kisses to her love place, and trace my tongue down her wet lips. Slowly parting them in their wake. I can hear the squishing sounds of Erin's mouth nuzzling Skye's love triangle. I take my tongue and lave there in Erin's love place, slowly then taking my tongue in and out of her love hole, connecting with her love button on my way up. As I look up from Erin's love place, I can see Erin's mouth draped over Skye's love triangle, tracing her tongue in and out of her love hole, caressing her love button, then begin to suckle there. Skye has both of her ample breast in her hands massaging her aureoles and her nipples, between her thumb and forefinger. Erin continues to suckle Skye's love button. I continue to lave in Erin's love hole, caressing her inner walls with my tongue. Then sending feather like kisses to her throbbing love button. I begin to suckle her there. Erin begins to shudder with delight. Skye begins to moan something incoherent again, as her body begins to rack with pleasure. Erin follows soon after.

Erin begins to kiss Skye's inner thighs, I begin to do the same to Erin, then travel my feather like kisses up her long torso, until I reach her meaty breast, and have them both in my hands, caressing them, laving them with my velvet tongue. Erin reaches up and places Skye's meaty breast in her hands and gently massages her nipples. Wanting to suckle them, she motions for Skye to bring her meaty breast to her mouth. Skye takes herself off the heat vent and complies with Erin's request. I take my mouth off of Erin's meaty breast, and put my bra back on and pull my shirt down again. Erin lets go of Skye breast. Skye who's down off of the heat vent and caresses her nipples and kisses me on my mouth, with a tongue-filled kiss. Then begins to put her bra back on, Erin has already done so. With that we kiss each other with our tongues waging. Laving each others tongues in each others mouths. We quietly leave the rest room, and go back to our seats, take a few more sips of wine. 

We get a few envious lust filled glances. We just smile at them and leave the club. Walking arm and arm out to the car. And head for our apartment. As we reach our apartment, we get out of the car.. Skye mentions that she has to be at the gym very early in the morning and that she must go. Erin and I give each other a sly look, then mention to Skye that so do we. We had such a good time tonight, that why doesn't she spend the night. Skye replies.. "You two wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all, seeing as we all have to be at he same place in the morning" mentions Erin, as she looks at me and winks. I reply "no problem at all."

The Erin Replies, "the more the merrier."

"Then it's settled.. You're staying," I said.

With that we unlock the door, and into our apartment we enter. Take our shoes off, and head upstairs. Skye replies, "I really had a nice time tonight., thanks for letting me spend the night with you guys."

"It's our pleasure", I reply, with a wink at Erin and Sky.

We three women enter Erin's and my bedroom, Erin and I tossed our nighties aside then turn down the blankets and sheets and gather ourselves on our bed. We then motion for Skye to follow us. Skye does a back flip onto our bed and slides up to us and we three girls begin to kiss and fondle each other, our tongues waging in each others mouths.



Erin and Cal in Wonderland



In the Spring of 2005 Erin and I bought the house next door. This left us in the position to rent out the house to anyone we believed would be stable renters.

After doing some major repairs we began interviewing renters and decided on a couple who lived fairly simple lives and who also enjoyed the mountains immensely. I was hoping that perhaps I could find a new hiking partner as a fringe benefit of their tenancy. In fact, it was their love of the mountains (and ours) that changed our simple lives into something far more adventurous.

Erin and I got along remarkably well with Mia and Lew, often inviting each other over for dinner and sharing garden space in their backyard. They were both very "organic" and loved the idea of growing good veggies in clean soil. The couple was ten years younger than us. They operated their own web design business so they were home quite frequently working on projects.

It was early June when Lew asked us if we wanted to do some "E" together. Of course, we agreed and spent a marvelous evening talking about ourselves, each other, and relationships in general. The experience bonded use closely. Erin and I really began to see the two of them as clearly kindred spirits.

A confluence of events then changed everything. First my hiking partner cancelled out on me for my big trip to the wilderness in August. Not having anyone else to invite I asked Lew to join me. He was excited about the trip, but a big project was going to prevent him from any mid-summer travel. Mia, however, came to me the next day and asked if she could go in Lew's stead. I said that it sounded good, but that I needed a day to sleep on it. Graciously, she agreed.

That night talking to Erin about Mia's proposal, she was very frank.

"You know Cal that you are going to have sex with her if you spend two weeks in the mountains alone," she said.

I responded with candor, "If I am going to have sex with her, then you should visit Lew while I'm gone."

The agreement was made. Each of us would not actively seek the other's spouse, but would not refuse an opportunity. Both of us knew, however, that we would be having sex with Mia and Lew within one or two days of my departure. Yet we were comfortable with the couple next door and in our own relationship, so it would not be a relationship breaker if we did experiment a little.

Prior to Mia's and my departure Erin thought it would be a good idea to clear the air a bit. So another evening of recreational "E" was set up. The conversation was very frank about the possibilities of Mia and me traveling together in the wilderness. But, all visuals were juxtaposed with the potential coupling of Erin and Lew; sort of a tit-for-tat to even the emotional impacts. Nobody was really distressed by the idea, yet none of us spoke as though it were a fait accompli. However, there was a general acceptance amongst us all of certain sexual inevitabilities and natural human responses to separation from one's lover. We even laughed a bit about the humor involved in Mia and me trying to find a comfortable place for sex in the mountains while Erin and Lew would probably be languishing on the sofa or in bed. For a moment during the levity I watched Erin drift off into the sexual potentials that were possible with this young, handsome man. Her chest heaved as her body shivered with some unseen anticipation of actively engaging Lew for several nights of sex.

By the middle of the night we had all smoked some pot and were unwinding in a sea of sexuality and arousal. Mia had taken off her shirt for awhile to share the tattoos on her back, two Hindu fertility symbols, one on the small of her back and the other on her neck. I felt my excitement rise to the point that an erection had formed in my pants which led Erin and me to an erotic sexual encounter when we arrived home. The session, guided masterfully by my lover, sent us both blissfully into the imaginary arms of our neighbors leaving us exhausted, but holding our cum for some future session.

As the trip drew near Mia and I became immersed in packing and shopping. We chose to carry the lightest gear possible, opting for equipment that would leave us sleeping under tarp and mosquito-net bivys. We carried just enough clothing for emergency warmth and light sleeping bags.

Meanwhile Erin and Lew worked diligently in the garden in the afternoons. Often I would come home to find Erin in her braless tanks and shorts weeding or hoeing a bed of fresh green shoots. The hot, humid, summer heat always left her with dirt smears on her arms and legs, her breasts penduluming within the confines of the thin material that stood between her and nakedness in front of Lew. Occasionally, I would catch Lew observing Erin pleasurably working on her hands and knees as though he knew that soon he would be working her in that same position. I freely admitted to myself that Erin was truly irresistible in her submissive position and fantasized Lew engaging her while Mia and I watched his cock working her on their comfortable couch. I was glad our previous drug-induced emotional openings with them had left my mind free to wonder at all the beauteous possibilities for such erotic fantasies to be realized 

Finally the day of Mia's and my departure had come. There were great long hugs all around before we climbed into my truck and headed off to Ross Lake, our departure point. Checking my rearview mirror as we rounded the corner I caught a glimpse of Lew and Erin heading into his house, perhaps to go garden. I didn't give it another thought for fifteen days.

***

During the drive Mia and I talked about our lives and hopes for the trip. She was all for trying to live off the land as much as possible, even to the point of buying a small fishing outfit to attempt her hand at lake fishing. In three hours we had parked the car, locking the keys inside a special box for the transfer service to move it to the exit-trailhead. We took the 11:00 AM ferry up to Desolation Peak and began our journey into the mountains.

***

Lew and Erin spent most of that same day together doing some gardening and shopping at Trader Joe's. They had a long afternoon together, departing each other's company around 4:00 PM, but not before agreeing on a dinner meeting at 7:00. After walking Lilly (our dog) in the canyon my lover returned home to change. It had been a scorching day and the evening showed no signs of abatement. Erin dressed in a summer outfit of a short skirt and double tank tops (for modesty). She shaved her legs well, feeling closely for any pokey hairs that might distract from her sensual appeal. At the appointed time she knocked on Lew's door and was greeted by a man sporting nylon shorts, sandals, and bare chest. He was fresh-showered with his dark hair combed back in thick, wet, waves. It did not take but a moment for my lover to size up the potential of joining with this gorgeous man. She felt the same heave in her chest that she had in the prior weeks on ecstasy. Lew invited her in a closed the door behind him.

***

Mia and I hiked for about four hours the first day making ten easy miles up into the rocky country just south of the Canadian border. Stopping at a lake that had thawed earlier than usual we set our packs down and dashed into the water naked to wash off the dirt and quench the heat in our bodies. After the cool swim we made camp near some rocky crags and hiked up a nearby escarpment to watch the sunset. Mia had never fully dressed after the swim, opting wear her shorts, but carry her tee-shirt in her hand. The mosquitoes were non-existent on this dry ridge which made for a comfortable and relaxing viewpoint. The breeze was warm that evening and it encircled me as I sat on the rocks admiring both Mia and the view.

Reaching into her packet she pulled out some pot and we smoked. It was stronger than I had experienced for many years, causing me to see exquisite visions when I closed my eyes. It was only later that I learned Mia had put a mild form of opium in the smoke from the poppies she grew in her yard. My body and mind relaxed deeply as visions of sexual play with Mia danced in my head. I began to wonder about my lover, alone at home, but soon my thoughts swirled around sensual visions of Erin opening herself to Lew. I hallucinated her body relenting to his probings and smiled inwardly as she bent to his will; he over her or behind her, seeking her moist depths for hours. In my dream state I slid down off my perch to sit closer to Mia. Arising to meet me she dropped her shorts to the ground leaving her standing bare before me.

***

Erin and Lew enjoyed a splendid dinner of rice and fiddlehead ferns which had been imported from the East Coast. Erin cooked them up in butter and laid them generously over basmati with other homegrown veggies on the side. The light meal had left them both energized and engaged. Erin could tell that Lew had something on his mind so Erin quizzed him. She wondered if Lew was having second thoughts about sending Mia away with me, which as it turned out was not the case at all.

"What's on your mind, Lew?" Erin asked.

"Do you want to do some mushrooms?" was his reply.

Erin reflected for a moment about the ramifications of a hallucinatory experience with a guy she was certain that she would soon be sexing. She knew that it would be intense and that she might end up doing something she would not otherwise do – that is, something outside the bounds of the tacit agreement she had with Cal, which was, 'do not bond emotionally.' She could handle it she thought.

"Sure!" was Erin's enthusiastic response.

Lew spent the next few minutes dividing portions onto the coffee table in front of the couch. He seemed to make rather large piles that Erin judged as too big a dose. However, she trusted his judgment and proceeded to eat the huge pile of dried fungi. Lew then brought out some of Mia's special pot and they both smoked before settling into the cushions of the couch to await the arrival of the psilocybin in their brains. The pot put Erin into a dreamy state (as it did Lew) and she drifted off into a deep, timeless, sleep. The last thing she remembered seeing before she faded was Lew's erection meandering its way down the leg of his shorts. His cock looked both majestic and smooth and she hallucinated (or dreamed of) it in her hand like a golden shaft of light blazing in the darkness. The light expanded and grew to immense, blinding proportions enveloping her entire body in its amber hue. Then the world went dark as Erin fell into her body. She saw herself encased in a wave-shaped crystal moving towards a distant shore. Her psyche was only faintly aware that the mushrooms had begun to appear in her consciousness, yet they soon ceased to exist at all, as did she, at least in her current manifestation. Erin began to trip relentlessly.

***

Mia's body appeared to be bathed in the setting sunlight, yet it was still hours before its fall beyond the western ridges. Her breasts were slung high on her chest and her pretty face and short-cut hair accented her smooth shoulders with a goddess-like quality. Leaning back against a warm boulder Mia removed my clothes while I stood passive to her actions. My erection had grown rigid under the spell of Mia's drug. It felt both part of me and an element of something indescribable beyond me.

When she had finished with my disrobing she grasped my cock with her hand and reached up to kiss me; not the kind of passionate kiss of lovers, but the subtle kiss of play. Nevertheless her lips sank deeply into my psyche leaving me aware of only their sensation and that of her hand on my cock. Caressing me carefully she kneaded my proportion into shape. Then, wordlessly she led me onto the rock perch from which I had just descended. I lay down on my back and closed my eyes to enjoy the sun and Mia's hand in mine. We both fell into an eternal dream that lasted a second, minute, or hour, I don't really know.

***

Erin had traveled beyond her dream body and deep consciousness to a place she had not visited since she was in college. The room around her seemed as it was, just a room, yet there was no solid structure to it which she could claim as part of her awareness. It was as though she were sitting in the vibrational residue of the matter that surrounded her, yet it decayed from moment-to-moment into new patterns. She experimented with lifting her hand and found it worked as she knew it should. Next, she tested various parts of her body by probing with her fingers, finding that each place provided delightful, almost musical sensation. Erin saw her body as a keyboard on some cosmic pipe-organ that she played methodically to garner expanded resonance with the universe. Then she tested her vision; first with the ceiling which she could manifest into any number of great masterpieces just by rearranging the texture dimples. She scanned the room and found that all was as she remembered it in time and space. Even the man across from her on the sofa appeared as he should be.

He now lay on his back, naked, with his hands across his chest. His penis had transformed into a magnificent staff that played on her vision, first appearing as a male organ, then as a precious stone fabricated of green jade. As though she were peeling the tissue from her body to reveal an energy source within her flesh, Erin removed the layers of clothing that encircled her. While expending any energy seemed pointless, she was drawn to explore the jade statue cultivated from the flesh of the man nearby. She thought about walking, but opted to crawl to him.

Upon her arrival at the edge of the couch he stirred, turning his head towards hers. From an unseen place a strong force, perhaps his hand, drew her face towards his. When their lips met a rush of red fire poured forth from his lungs into her body. Erin was gone then, just cinders. What was left of her physical body, which she could only describe later as 'magnetic fire,' grasped the jade shaft and swallowed it. She sensed the stone in her stomach, heavy like iron weighing her down while it was digested by her inferno. The man became her food and she continued to swallow more jade, again and again. Each stone she devoured was replaced by human flesh, veiny, and tall, strong and coursing with blood. This man-flesh then morphed again into jade. No matter how many she had eaten, another returned to replace it. Finally, when she was satiated, Erin sat back on her feet vibrating with the room.

The man, sensing that the energy patterns in the room were shifting, quietly arose to his feet, his flesh returning to its human form. He became in Erin's mind a hugely powerful sexual creature. His member materialized as an extensive timber shaped perfectly to root in her body; round and broad, it swayed back and forth like some writhing animal. With two potent arms like those of some mythic beast he hefted her into the air and deposited her on the couch cushions. Once again she focused on his cock. It now appeared to her as a sword-scabbard hanging from his waist, stretched and curved, waiting to be unsheathed. She feared it, yet she would gladly die by it as a reasonable sacrifice for this strange opportunity to roam like this without her body for a few hours.

Although Lew was no longer truly flesh in her mind, Erin recognized some core kernel calling her into the primal act of sex with the form the stood over her. Grasping his great cock Erin pulled it into her flesh. Like searing metal his member sank deep within her vagina, burying its power fully within. Erin rose up with every molecule of energy she could activate to embed his cock fully inside what was left of her physical body. The two joined as though her irrepressible flame were consuming a gargantuan tree.

***

Awakening in the stillness of the late afternoon heat I sensed that my body was baking in the sun. Turning my head I found Mia's form naked and prone on the rock next to me. Her body was darkening, browner that it had been when I first saw her, perhaps from the sun's rays, perhaps from light-play in my mind. I sat up to examine her and found beautiful perfection in her form. Cautiously, I slid around to her feet and examined her folds which were open and exposed to the sun's warmth. Mia stirred momentarily, opening her legs wider, knees up to the sky.

With my hand I reached in to stroke the softness of her pubic hair, parting her labia with my fingertips to reveal a swelling clitoris. Mia's flesh was a delightful pink and brown within. I pushed myself closer and placed my mouth on her vagina. Her legs trembled with pleasure and opened to their fullest extent, revealing the tight muscles that wrapped her thighs. Slowly and deliciously, I stroked Mia's labia with my tongue, taking care to devour and savor every portion of its proportion. Like Erin, Mia was thick and tight inside. She moved differently than my lover, but was no less enthusiastic as I stroked her within, using the fullest extent of my tongue. With one hand she pulled my head closer to her mound and with the other she guided my hand to her breasts where she used it as a tool to stimulate her nipples. Sensing her great pleasure I became invigorated by her shudders and continued to lap eagerly at her clitoris. Mia was dripping her fluid on the rock below her bottom. Her release was building, yet held at bay by the action of her drug. Her entire body vibrated with passionate and powerful oscillations of ecstasy. They seemed ceaseless as though she were in a constant state of climax. Her breath became short and she began to sweat profusely.

It was she that finally broke the spell that entranced us. Mia arose to her feet and pointed to the rock without speaking. There was little to say. I lay down on my back and she stood over me, her legs still quivering from my probings. Then she squatted down to within inches of my cock, which stood ready to greet her. As if having second thoughts she arose again and went to her pants, pulling out a bag containing a large, blackish pill, her opium ball. She broke off a small piece for each of us and placed one under my tongue and another under hers. Then she resumed her position over me. The stuff numbed my mouth, then my head, before tapering off its effect on the way down my body. At last she lowered herself onto me, pausing at the last moment to whisper the words, "don't cum...please...this is a long trip." Finally, she slid onto my cock and rode it all the way to the bottom where she rested for more than an hour, alternately sleeping and squeezing me with her vagina to keep my erection strong. I fell into a dream, awakening as the sun was falling behind the ridge, Mia holding me calmly with interlaced fingers.

***

There was, if only for a minute, a moment when the reality of Erin's current experience had slipped through the cracks of the psilocybin. In that time she realized that here she was, very stoned, with another man's cock in her. It was marvelous and terrifying simultaneously. Lew's penetrations were deep and forceful, yet highly synchronous with her own longings. He was intent on mastering her in every imaginable way. His strokes seemed to undulate in endless manifestations of pure, raw, sexuality, though there was some additional force in him that drove his cock to seek her endless supply of goddess sexuality. His thickness neither pummeled, nor held back its might. What she experienced was manhood in its highest form; unrefined cock-sex that was driven by an urge not unlike that of the hunter who stalks his prey and devours its flesh. Erin relented...she took all he had to give. 

For an eternity, stroke was met by thrust, and lunge by parry. His climax began to swell, but did not manifest, and she once again saw herself encased in a crystal wave crashing towards the shore. The room shifted and Lew was standing on that shore as she rode the wave towards him, his naked body, erect and tight, cock elongated to penetrate her. The wave hit the shore and her body began to tumble. Erin imagined she was coming because her body rose and fell with the crashing surf. Her vagina pulsed and ached and craved more manhood to plow her belly. When she ceased her plummet from the wave crest she came to rest on her belly and saw the beach with its exquisite warm sands and tree-lined shore.




Erin and Cal in Wonderland



Picking herself up to her hands and knees she again sensed she was hunted by some terrible seeker whose only desire was her flesh. She could not move, held in place by powerful bonds that kept her planted into the warming sands. Panic set in. Then she felt the penetration again. The hunter had captured her once more. His hands grasped her waist and held her down on the beach. People whom she had not seen before began wandering out from the tree-line. Men! Erect and ready. A cock slid deep within her. Moaning with pain and pleasure she fought the urge to cry for help. In Erin's mind she felt four sets of hands on her, though she was vaguely aware that only Lew had been present behind her. It was he who had entered her.

Erin relaxed...it's only a creation...my own...she mused. Lew's penis glided in once more and Erin closed her eyes and let him devour her with his muscle. She hallucinated strongly, first Lew, then others, exchanging places behind her - all of the men she had ever known were behind her unburdening their bodies of the cum that they had squandered on other women. Some men glided in her with smooth, rhythmic motions that lulled Erin through time and space close to orgasm. Others rammed her with colossal, stretched cocks that she could feel deep within her vagina. Each man's semen felt like a crystalline charge of energy that reformed the awareness that it was Lew behind her. Soon another man would appear and begin the process all over again. One after another each released his cum into her. Once each had unburdened, they approached her mouth to kiss and thank her. As soon as all had finished Lew reinserted himself to hold forth within her and watch his prey melt into oblivion, his erection sliding lovingly to and fro within her thick folds.

Erin came again – and when the waves subsided she found herself superimposed onto a bed. She lay very still watching herself from outside her body. From her perch near the ceiling she gazed at Lew finding purchase in her body – facing her with no awareness of anything but sensation. At last, Erin disappeared into a dark sleep where the shadows of men and women danced naked and sexed one another with abandon.

***

Mia and I arose from our perch at sunset, very high, and quite unfastened from time. Our decoupling was anguishingly slow because neither of us wished to end the continuity of our merger. I recalled from past experience that there is usually a moment of awareness when one is high and copulating that a soul-merger takes place. It cannot be classified as love, but it certainly comes close. Mia and I were in that state as we tried to part our bodies. Difficult as it was we managed to remove my erection from her hungry body long enough to stroll down to the camp. Walking naked we held hands and said little. The fact that we were on an opium-high left us with little appetite and moving slow as zombies. We forced ourselves to eat a Power Bar each and drink some water before piling into our sleeping bags. In a moment of inspiration I checked the compatibility if Mia's sleeping bag zipper with mine. The match was perfect. As the sun fell deep below the ridge we rose our mosquito netting over the bedding and lay down for a dreamy rest, wrapped tightly together to await the next fourteen days.

***

When Erin finally awoke she examined her surroundings. The nightstand clock said it was 3:00 AM. Laying to her left was Lew sleeping soundly. Absent was the erection he had maintained for several hours as he plied her body. Lew was handsome, and no doubt a stupendously virile sexual partner. Erin knew she needed to pee so she walked the few steps to the bathroom noticing that the walls and ceiling maintained their continuity in more regular patterns than the hours before. After she finished she contemplated where her clothing had fallen. Going home would be pleasant since her bed was eternally comfortable. Yet her body and heart told her differently. Padding back to Lew and Mia's bed, Erin sidled up next to Lew and spooned his backside. The last memory she had of that night was reaching over his hip to grab his now flaccid cock. 



Erin and I



A late winter storm dropped its white load with minimal interruptions and no apparent finale while I was asleep next to Erin in room twenty-five of the historic V Hotel. I woke to her long manicured fingers stroking me virtually in rhythm with the ticking antique clock that lie on the bedside dresser. It's agreed-upon that we aren't a committed couple, but we do habitually share a bed. Together we dissolve our feelings of loneliness with near overdoses of sex. I have been told that I wreak of it. Erin said she thought so when we met. 

"Your eyes penetrated me like your cock does now. You are all about sex, like me." 

I'm 50 she's 29. She doesn't consider it awkward since her father is a decade and a half my senior. She did say, 

"When I decided I liked you, your age only mattered because I wanted to know what it'd be like to fuck a man so much older than me." 

Erin is tall, all legs, taller than me, but not a big girl. Her breasts are plump and firm. They sit on her chest like they're tucked into a pushup bra, but its a deception, a magician's handy work or simply genetics, because Erin, never wears a bra. Her ass is made to park in and after several times together, I found out that she'd suggest I did. Her hair is straight and pitch black like the eyeliner she wears. It recklessly falls thick on her shoulders and around her cheeks. Mine is cut short and pepper grey. Erin's eyes are a brilliant green, mine are big and brown like a deers'. She has a slight overbite so her lips are always a bit parted, moist and inviting. My teeth are straight only thanks to braces. Erin and I have the same problem, our transient acts of physical pleasures consume us, are empty, destructive and never lead to meaningful relationships. Doesn't matter their names, we have a constant craving to seduce and are well practiced at it. Erin and I never actually date, we get sexually involved. We are both at a minimum, borderline sex addicts reluctant to admit it. If we're fortunate we'll get two or three times with our catch. When they are no longer desirable, the high long past, we track down other men and women who are willing to own the same risks or who are unaware that they are merely prey. 

After a year, I know Erin well. We talk and laugh together often and not just between bed linens, blankets, or her bent over upholstered chairs. When we're not having sex she likes to tell me all the minuet details of her artificial dating life. 

"I haven't slept with him YET." 

She says her thoughts get scattered and mind blurred when she tries to truly date. 

"I know when they want to HAVE me though." 

Erin desperately wants another baby. She reminds me of that frequently. When I let go on her, she'll whine as she smears me over her hard nippled bust, 

"Aren't you a healthy man. Look how much there is, what a waste. All that could make a baby boy." 

Wandering around the city for no good reason, maybe lunch, we intentionally scout for women I'd like to pounce on, and too for men she'd like to be on her knees for. We are both straight. Sometimes we agree on potential partners, sometimes not. I have been known to say, 

"I would break that." 

Erin laughs. She enjoys looking at women sensuously, but insists she would never sleep with one. She would however like to see me wear a belle out. Erin attended a southern university thus the charming reference. 

"My panties would be drenched if I watched you fuck someone else." Then changing her mind, "No I'd get jealous." 

Erin wanted us to be a couple early on, still does, but she has an absurd personal life. Her daughters have different fathers, one in and out of jail. She never married either one, but she has been married and divorced. Without steady work, she lives in her childhood home with both her parents. Her oldest daughter is pleasant, her little one has serious behavioral issues. Erin is not convinced that any man would take her and her life on, I disagree. He exists, its just not me. We settled on being friends who frequently undress each other.

Erin has an insatiable palate for sex. She watches porn constantly with total disregard to basic cable programming. She masturbates more than any woman I have ever been with. She plays with herself when I expect her to, when I least expect her too and in places I would never think she would or could. Busy rubbing at her crotch through heavy denim or under a bunched up dress, in time she'll blurt out loud or lean towards me and whisper, 

"I just came." 

Somehow she'll gather her cream and bring a finger to her mouth to taste herself. 

"Want some?" 

As if the deed never took place, she's back to doing whatever we were engaged in, usually moving pieces on a chess board.

What I like most about Erin is when she's ready for cock, you know it. She'll drop her panties as hurried as a bullet headed towards it's intended target. Warming up my dick in her hand, she'll bring me to her dewy haven. I slip through as if I'm sliding down a freshly wax papered metal slide at the neighborhood park. Holding her from behind, she grabs onto a bed pillow and clutches it so tightly that its feathers could burst out. Between irregular breaths, she once asked me; said to me, 

"Why would ANYONE want to be fucked any other way? You hit places I can't reach." 

I didn't answer, but thought, the best position is the one where I'm inside of you or someone else. Public places are not the exception, but rather a preference. Making her short skirt shorter and just enough for me to see she's minus panties, she'll with intent, rise from her chair and walk away. She knows I like sex most when we are both somewhat clothed. She's headed to the ladies room or a secluded hallway, maybe an empty stairway she knows about. The game is, find me, fuck me and I'll suck on your cock till you make a mess in my mouth. 

Deep into our second night stay and now snowed in, Erin wanted another blanket. I found my shorts, pulled them on and left the room. I made my way down the faint lit hardwood stairs. The hotel has just two floors. And the entry space looks more like a wealthy family's living room then a drab commercial motel lobby. I walked past the front desk and down the first floor hall. I expected it would be empty, but there stood a striking mid-aged woman surrounded by a few pieces of luggage. She was busy placing her room key into the lock. No words where spoken, but I am certain that this woman, who had my immediate attention, noticed my stare as she reached back for her bags. Quick, my mind skipped from the blanket task to, mmm what I could do with you. She went into her room and the door clicked closed. 

I found the clerk in his office and asked him for another blanket. He retrieved one from a hall closet, handed it to me and I returned to our room. Erin was playing with her shiny pink button watching porn on her laptop. She heard the door open, looked over, but didn't stop. She simply said, 

"Hey you." 

I tossed the blanket to the floor and walked to the other side of the bed. Facing her, I took my renewed rigid branch out of my shorts and held it near her face. She lowered her mouth on me and soon her spit fell to the sheets like thick oil running down a steel pole. I pulled her further to the edge of the bed and moved from her mouth and placed my dick along her narrow. 

"Rub on me." she said and turned to lie on her stomach. 

Erin takes delight in me pressing down hard on the small of her back while I am in and almost out of her. It doesn't allow her to move freely. 

"That makes me cream." 

Her groin muscles tighten powerfully down on me, then in a raspy, trying to catch her breath voice she manages,

"Cum in me." Now demanding, "I want to feel you. When you cum in me you get bigger." 

Finished for now, we do eventually fall to sleep. But we're never done. Erin is curled up and I'm in REM, but when I wake full again, I'll brush her thigh with a hand. And while the weapon that pleases her is pressed against her ass cheeks, she instinctively parts her legs. Incredibly her inside is still liquid. Facing away from me and never lifting her head off the pillow, she'll call out my name as I empty into her. She falls back to sleep maybe reasoning it was just part of a dream? I am not sure if she is ever truly awake.

By 10 am the snow had stopped. Erin finished sucking my cock, her cheek covered with my cum, she smiled at me and swallowed. Wiping her mouth with the side of her hand then licking a finger, she decided it was a good time to go home and look after her daughters. They were with their grandparents. I shoveled her truck out. And after the interior had warmed, she backed up, spun the tires until they grabbed some clear pavement and drove away planning to return before lunch tomorrow. Back inside I sat and reclined on a well worn wooden rocker. A few creaks and a squeak later I felt a presence behind me. I turned left and recognized the face as the woman I'd seen last night.

"Are you enjoying the snow?" 

"Yes, I prefer fall, but this is a good place to be stranded for a couple of days." 

"It's a treat for us, my daughter and I, we live in the valley." 

My eyes were fixed on her with ambition. I created pictures in my head, actually vignettes of her being my slut. 

I considered, decided, that she must be married. I searched her ring finger, it was bare, but that isn't uncommon, some men can't afford two months salary on a diamond like the DeBeers ad preaches.

"My daughter spent last night with her little school friend who moved away and now lives here." "Anyway, this is a nice place, you're right." 

I nodded. I sensed I should do more listening then speaking. I had no intentions of getting verbally in her way.

She asked, "Have you been to the little coffee house next door?" 

It precisely was a house. I took in her words, but they translated to she wants someone to play with. 

"Would you like to join me?" 

She didn't have to ask me a second time. We moved to the front door, I opened it, but instead of her stepping past the threshold onto the shoveled porch, she turned to me and placed her hand at my zipper. Calculating my size, she said, 

"I'd like to watch you, watch me, wrap this up with my mouth." 

She bit down on her lower lip and my groin came to life like a vampire that had just finished getting his nightly quota of blood. I was solid and I relished her unambiguous method of luring me in. We skipped coffee.

The door to room twenty-five barely shut before my dick was freed of my snow pants. She squatted in front of me and studied her new toy. Holding on to me with a light grasp she brought me to her lips. Looking up, her eyes peering intensely into mine she said, 

"I like it slow." 

My length disappeared down her throat. She knew exactly when to start and stop so that I wouldn't bust too soon. She drooled over my stuff literally, which made it easier for her to tug on me until she was ready to put me back in her mouth. Her tongue worked my underside and up to the bit of loose skin left there post my infantile circumcision. When she brought me to near spilling, I pulled away, took her by the shoulders, lifted her to her feet, then sat her back down on the edge of the bed. She pulled her sweater over her head while I undid the rivet at her waist. I slid her jeans away and placed my hand lightly on her knee. Her legs fell apart as freely as water moves through a brook. I shifted her plain white panties aside to survey her playground. Her outer lips were firm, full, flush and had perfect symmetry. I couldn't see her inner folds, only her shy hood. As I caressed her inner thighs, she opened herself up to me with two or three fingers. I could see that her entry lay high just under her clitoris. I had long theorized that women with a high opening tended to come easily and often when fucked. I traced her wispy line of pubis hair then continued down to where her slash ended. When I did so a second time she arched her hips off the bed. I kneeled down and my tongue found the spot where her long ago, post virginal tear remained. Her pink insides were gleaming and I wanted to tap her creamery. I didn't mind that she held my head where she liked, as long as she liked. 

I didn't need to be reminded that she preferred slow sex. I put the head of my cock in her just enough that she lifted her head off the mattress and bent at the waist so she could see between her legs. 

"I like to watch myself being fucked." I remarked, 

"I like that you fuck with your eyes open." 

She pushed and held her breasts together hard as I purposely took myself away and back again, away and back just within her passage. After a while she appealed to me, 

"Put it in." 

I drew her hips toward me and breached her with my full reach. It was as if I had arrived in a foreign country that felt like home, like I'd been there before. I repeatedly entered her and not quite exited her as sedately as I could pausing only to stay in command of myself. 

I budged her figure to its right side. She looked back at me, eyes wide, waiting for me to pierce her again. She was biting her lower lip from which pleasing elementary noises came and then an articulate, 

"fuck my tiny hole." 

She guided my cock out of her sweet spot then helped me push through her snug ass opening. When she was satisfied I removed myself from her as she sat up, 

"I want to taste me on you." 

She poured her mouth over me like morning sunlight through parted drapes. Tasting her treat and still dictating her will, she said, 

"Feed me." 

I finished myself off dropping yet another self gratifying load. She spread my cum about then lifted it up in thin treads repeatedly before swallowing it. I still didn't know her name. I only knew that she had a daughter and they lived in Phoenix. Time pushed into early evening and her cell rang. In a casual, unhurried manner, she hung halfway off the bed and reached out toward the nearby grey winged chair. She tossed aside her blouse and found the muffled ringing under our scattered clothing. In that instance I didn't see a woman answering a phone, but rather envisioned her sitting on the chair, her feet up on the cushion pressing her breasts together asking me to fuck them. She rolled over near me, put a finger to her lips and said hello. Our time together was now in the past, already a memory I could jerk off to. She spoke briefly with, I concluded, the mother of her daughter's friend. 

"Hi Erin, yes I'll be there soon." 

She left the bed and dressed, didn't speak and didn't look at me. I heard the stained wood door open and close behind her.

The next morning my fix stood with her daughter at the front desk checking out. I was toasting a complimentary cinnamon raisin bagel. She now plainly viewed me as just another hotel guest who by chance, chose the same accommodations. Again she left me without a word. Erin returned from the time spent with her daughters and made her way to where I sat. 

"The girls ok?" 

She nodded yes, touched my arm and mentioned that they were still wired after their sleepover the previous night. With a familiar look she said, 

"I'll be upstairs."

I handed her our room key and she too vanished. I was certain I'd find her ready to be drilled when I got back to the room. With three worn travel bags in hand my latest fuck returned, her timing such that Erin was no longer in view. She ushered her daughter ahead then turned back to me. I acknowledged her glance and spontaneously half smiled. She knew Erin. The front door closed. I was vacant. This sort of pleasure, takes you in deep, but then spits you out hard. I thought, I am a sex addict. And then I was in Erin.



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