6 comments/ 206907 views/ 26 favorites Exploration By: Athena_e19 *Author's Note: This is a supplementary story to "Impregnation". It should stand alone as a good erotic tale, but it may be worthwhile to read them in order. Please do not repost this story without the author's express consent or permission. Wow. I'm four months into it now and I am starting to really show. I am going home to tell my dad and sisters today. Not the fact that it is my Dad's baby, mind you, but that I'm pregnant. I'm sure this will send them all for a loop. Tamara (my oldest sister) has always been the mature one and will ask me all sorts of questions about whether or not I'm prepared for the significance of what I'm doing. Amanda, my younger sister, is the sweetheart all-American girl. She'll just be happy for me and want to know all the gushy emotional details. And my Dad, in all his maturity, will probably drink. It is still definitely my big secret that I managed to get pregnant by him on Valentine's Day when he was drunk, but we'll save that piece of information for later (or never, which is probably more likely). I'm a bit apprehensive about this. I have always been a bit of a rebel in the family and never really followed the expected route. And being the first one to have a baby without another parent figure in the picture will probably create all sorts of issues. Especially with Tamara. She just got married a year and a half ago and now thinks that she is the head hen. I'm not so convinced that her life is as together as she says it is, but so long as she is managing it alright, its not really any of my business. I arrived at the house a bit past one in the afternoon and discovered that everyone had gotten the day kicked off without me. They were all back in the pool, swimming, relaxing, and having a generally good time. I watched them for a bit from the kitchen window until I decided that it was inevitable that I go out and join them. So I, being the little minx that I am, decided to do the grand unveiling in typical Athena style. I put on a bathing suit, and with a decided swagger to my baby bump, I strode through the sliding glass door and onto the deck. Dad was the first to spot me and he started the wave of greetings. "Hey, how ya been? It's good to see you," he yelled from the shallow end, a beer in his hand. Amanda resurfaced and yelled up her greetings. "Hey sis! Missed ya!" Tamara just turned and gave me a half-hearted wave from the lawn chair she was sprawled across. I knew she saw the unique weight addition when her head cocked around right quick. "You've put on some weight Thena," she said like it was the most obvious fact in the world. "And you're as blunt as ever," I retorted with a childish grin. I could see Amanda eyeing my tummy now suspiciously and Tamara's gaze had not wavered from beneath her sun glasses. Busted! Well, here goes nothing, I thought to myself. "I'm not just fat Tamara. I happen to be pregnant." I waited for the reactions to the bombshell. A stream of random statements, questions, and obscenities came at me from everywhere. "You're what?!" (Tamara) "When!?" (Amanda) "How!?" (Dad) "Whose the father?" (Tamara) "Boy or girl?" (Amanda) "Shit!" (Dad) And finally a unified congratulations was put together by the three wonderful members of my close knit family. Everyone had abandoned their previous positions and were hastily approaching me. I felt like a deer being circled by wolves. Or lions, maybe. Then the petting of my stomach began. Everyone always wants to pet a pregnant woman's stomach like it's the most natural thing in the world. It's not! If you ever get the urge to pet someone's stomach, don't! I learned that lesson right then and there. Geez, it's creepy. I started slapping hands away as I gave my long winded practice explanation as to when, who, where, what, how, etc. "Before Gina and I had broken up, we had decided to have a kid. We wanted to do it naturally so we had a mutual gay friend of ours do it. Course, Gina broke up with me, and forgot to tell my eggs. Now they're nice and fertilized and I am four months along. The baby is due in early to mid-November. I'm not sure what it is, and I don't want to find out till the end of my second trimester. There. Everyone happy? Good. Go back to swimming, and for god's sake stop petting me!" I had managed to get that whole little spiel out in one breath. I was a bit worried that if I paused, I would forget my little story. And I really meant the part about not petting me. Seriously, people, its weird. And on that note I cannon-balled into the pool. I got water up my nose when I laughed because I thought it was funny that I was literally and metaphorically making a splash. Amanda joined me, and a disconcerted Tamara returned to her lawn chair. Dad went inside to get another drink (it ended up being a whole other case of beer). Amanda and I swam and giggled and played and messed around like we were still in high school. The two of us had always gotten along really well, partially because we were closer in age, and partially because Tamara was a bitch back then. She was our mommy after our real mother died. And no one wants to listen to someone they feel they are equal with bossing them around. But in our old and wizened years we realized that she had done a pretty good job of watching out for us and protecting us from foolish stuff. For that we had to appreciate her. By the time we made it out of the pool, Dad had finished off a case of beer and Tamara had managed to turn a bright red color from overexposure to the sun. Amanda and I giggled to each other as her glowing backside swished away from us. Tamara gave us a dirty look over her shoulder. She was always the perfect evil sister, even if she wasn't evil and simply had to grow up faster then anyone else. But she was skinnier then Amanda and I, had darker hair, and sharper features. Tamara was attractive, very attractive, but wasn't as sexy as Amanda or I. What do I mean exactly by that? Well, if you saw Tamara and Amanda standing in a club or in a bar or someplace, you would go and talk to or listen to Amanda. She seems fun, acts fun, looks fun. Tamara just looks more reserved, a little more domineering. She tended to scare guys. And her new husband was a pussy to fit the bill. Jim would never argue with his wife. Just nod his head and bow out of the fight before it started. I had to stifle a giggle as I thought of a stormy Tamara marching him off to bed. I think my little surprise was probably the switch that threw the whole get together into a different gear. Dad was drinking more by now and his face had a familiar ruddy glow to it. He was working himself down the path of inebriation once more. And Tamara was drinking too, which was a rarity. Normally she was the designated driver, sitter, talker, eater, and the designated prude. But I think the fact that rebel Athena got pregnant before her kind of put her in a sour mood that she wanted to drink away. Amanda sipped headily on a beer, her drinks very effeminate and genteel. She managed to make a Bud can look natural for a pretty blonde to carry. But me, good ole straight-laced Athena, staid dry. Of course it was just for the fact I was pregnant otherwise I would have been under the table before any of them. We sat around for a bit drinking and chatting, but mostly just drinking. There was one more trip out to the pool and numerous trips to the bathroom before the rest of my party managed to find itself inebriated before dinner. Tamara and Dad retired to their respective rooms on the second floor and I helped Amanda to our old room down the hallway from theirs. I gently laid my sister on the bed and headed for the shower. Amanda was a bit giggly and I wanted her to calm down a bit before I returned to the room. I have always loved showers as a way of relaxing and refreshing oneself. When everything just seems to be a bit frantic or haywire, you can always count on a good shower and lather to get yourself right back into proper spirits. By the time I stepped from the steaming enclosure, I was feeling mighty find. I wrapped a towel around my waist and was heading down the hall when I heard a loud giggle coming from my Dad's room. Thinking I might be missing on some fun I wheeled it around and was about to go in. But I froze in my tracks with the door cracked open when I realized what I was seeing. Tamara and Dad were on the bed, her leg thrown casually over his and her head propped on one arm while her other rested on bare chest. Dad had an obvious erection in his swimming trunks and a beer in one hand while the other cradled his own head. "He's such a wimp. I can't believe I married him. I don't know what I was thinking. And now Athena's pregnant and my dickless wonder of a husband can't get it up without a good hours work over. And even then he lasts all of two minutes." My drunk father's reply sounded like some very sympathetic gibberish. "Daddy, where did I go wrong? Why couldn't I get pregnant before Athena. Just once I'd like to get something she didn't have." Another garbled reply from my drunk father, but apparently Tamara understood it. I was more curious then ever at the compromising permission of the two and was interested in seeing what I could glean from them. Normally Tamara never let her guard down long enough to reveal any weakness, but now she was talking her way into a hole. "Yeah, that's true. I wish he was more like you. Remember the ride home from Colorado?" I was curious to know what this meant. We always went on trips to Colorado every summer and I wasn't particularly aware of any applicable relevance. My father's grunted response egged her on. "Remember our first time?" Warning bells! First time!? Tamara and Dad!?!? No fucking way! I couldn't believe it. She must mean something else. But no! A hand grab of Dad's tent told me that first time meant FIRST TIME. Impossible! Out of breath and stunned to silence I just watched. Tamara continued her squeezing of that familiar piece of meat while she kept adding details to the Colorado trip. "Remember Thena and Manda were sleeping in the back seat in the old Suburban. You told me how pretty I was. You told me I looked like Mom. Then you said that you were glad I was eighteen. And I asked you why." Tamara was starting to stroke the length of manhood pressing into the synthetic trunk material. Its length was well outlined by the touch of her hand and the strain it produced in the fabric. "You told me because you were lonely. I told you that I was there for you. You said that you had other needs that hadn't been taken care of in a while. I asked you what they were. And you told me about the bird's and the bees for a second time in my life. Course, you had your hand on my breast when you told me that time." My dad was groaning and thrusting into Tamara's hand, still clutching his beer. I was confounded by the revelation about my sister and father. I had no idea! No fucking idea! "You just kept it there, over my t-shirt, waiting for me to do something. And when I unbuttoned my top, I still remember the deep breath you took. It's a good thing it was night or we could have gotten in trouble. I let you play with my breasts and nipples. You really liked that. And when I put the blanket over my waist and took off my pants, I think you were about ready to come right there. Course Amanda woke up then and had to go to the bathroom. Ha!" For the first time I heard my Dad say something legible. "Shit, Tammy." Tamara's hand continued lazily plucking at Dad's shaft for a few seconds as he writhed beneath her touch. She pulled at his drawstring on his shorts and pulled the waistband down beneath the head of his cock. Her bare hand touched the exposed tip gently, fingers dancing over it. For a moment she looked distracted then she went back to her story telling, her legs pulling up beneath her and allowing her to sit over my father. "But once we hit the road again and we were sure everyone was asleep you didn't lose any time did you? I had only played with myself until then and had never really felt a man's hands in my cunny. But Mommy had taught you well, hadn't she?" This little conversational turn got my father to push one of his hands between my sister's thighs. The straightening of her back suddenly told me that he had found what he was looking for. Tamara was still in her bikini, her red skin aglow with the warm light of the bedroom. She was panting now. "Yeah. That's how you did it. You fingered me quick and deep. You fucked me with your fingers. Oh, yeah. That's how you did it." Tamara's eyes had closed and she was rocking on his fingers, obviously enjoying his machinations between her pussy lips. From my vantage point I could see nothing but my sister's hand on my dad's cock and her little navy colored bikini bottoms bouncing up and down on his hidden fingers. Daddy's hand went to her breast now, squeezing and lifting her tit through the small patch of material that covered her chest. "That is how a real man should touch me, and Jim just doesn't have what you have." This statement was followed by action. Tamara finished pulling Dad's penis from his drawers and moved to straddle him. His fingers went with her, but she quickly swatted them away as her spare hand busied itself pulling her bottoms to the side. Now from my vantage point I could see my Dad's cock angling straight for my sister's exposed gash. Tamara didn't just lower herself on the dick. She plunged herself on it. It was a forceful downward push that buried him deeply in her. She let out a long satisfied sigh of relief. As her bouncing began on the prick, I found my own hand sliding between my own pussy lips beneath my towel. I couldn't believe how soaked I was watching this little scene unfold before me. Up until then, I had managed to excuse my actions with my father as a form of glorified masturbation. But now, as an incestuous voyeur, I could not deny the arousal and gratification that my father's cock had brought me. It seemed as if far too much time had gone by since Tamara had a ride and her lithe body quickly began to ride the dick. Only three or four inches of his length were allowed to escape her twat in the up and down motion she managed atop him. Her hips gyrated with each rise and fall, swiveling his girth within her sensitive lips. Tamara's dirty little mouth went to work once more, as my fingers tried to keep up with her blistering pace. "Still incredible! You, ugh, filled me, ugh, so full, ugh, just like, ugh, now! Fuck. Oh, fuck yes." I almost allowed my cries to add to her own but managed to shrink to the floor as an orgasm tore through me. I had been so caught up in watching their fucking that I had failed to realize how close I was. Over and over again I would watch my older, more mature and reserved sister, cry out in delight atop my father. She would finally reach her peak, just after he had reached his and would crumble atop him, a quivering mass. I staid for a moment longer as she rode out the remainder of her orgasm by grinding on his softening cock. The way the light hit her backside and crotch left a bright sheen of their bodies fluids on each. I could see my dad's cum leaking out of my sister's pussy. By then I was slightly concerned that I might be caught and quickly returned to my bedroom. My pussy was still revolting against my heart, not wanting to slow its erratic pace or calm itself. I could feel a thin trail of my juices trailing from beneath my towel, but I ignored it, eager to escape the intensity of this new discovery. That image of their sexes meeting and union stuck with me even as I slipped into bed beside Amanda. Her closed eyes winked open at me when she saw me slip in. She gave me a whispered "hey" before closing them again. I was glad for the moment that she said nothing else. Course, being a member of my family, she wouldn't let it stop at that. She rolled over and rested one hand on my growing bump. Amanda scratched it through the towel lightly, before speaking. "You smell like you've been masturbating," and then she broke down in giggles. Shit! "How did you know?" Oops. "I mean why do you think that?" Great recovery. "You forget that you and I are a lot alike. You smell like me when I masturbate." Then she broke out in another round of giggles. "I wasn't masturbating! I just took a shower!" "I heard the shower go off about fifteen minutes ago. What happened to you, did you slip?" "Shut up! I wasn't frigging myself, you little brat!" She lunged on top of me, straddling my chest with her backside hovering in front of my face. "If you weren't frigging yourself, why is your pussy leaking all over your legs, huh?" Although Amanda managed to catch me in my lie there, she also revealed her own. With her backside and crotch so close to my face, I caught a heady scent of her pussy's juices. "You were fingering yourself too, you slut!" "Nuh-uh!" She tried to resist my accusations but her wiggling tush spread the aromatic scent of her play time around my face. After a particularly harsh bite to her buttock she wheeled on me and surrendered. "Fine. I saw you in the hall frigging yourself, watching Dad frigging Tamara and decided to frig myself. So there!" Amanda looked down at me with a self-pleased look on her face. It was the old, if everyone else is doing it, why shouldn't I logic. And I had never been good at beating that one. But her answer gave me a little more perplexity. "How did you know Tamara and Dad were..." She cut me off with a matter of fact tone; "Tammy and Dad? It's been going on for years. Why do you think she bothers coming home at all. Besides, its not like she's the only one who's took advantage of our father's pervert tendencies." "What! I nev...." But again I was cut off by my sister. I had been about to passionately deny any such involvement, but she had another smug grin on her face and I realized she was referring to herself. "You!?" "Yes. Sweet little Mandy did her Daddy." "I can't believe it. You and Tammy! And Dad! How many times?" "Only three or four. I didn't find out about it until last year. Then I made Daddy do me too." "You are a slut!" "Don't pretend like you don't want it to. I saw the way you came in the hall. You wanted the both of them just as bad as I do. You're the real slut here." "Fuck you!" I managed in a stunned half jest, half serious tone. "Don't mind if you do," Amanda said and promptly sat on my face. My nose and my mouth were buried in her crotch and backside and I was immediately filled with the flavorful smell of her pussy and its arousal. I tried struggling against her but she kept my legs pinned against the bed. I was about two minutes into my struggle for air and freedom when I came to the realization that she was grinding her pussy on my face. This notion stilled me. Amanda and I had played when we were younger- exploring our own sexuality and bodies, but it had never passed the innocence of curiosity. But her movements over my lips and chin and nose were deliberately designed to extract pleasure from her sensitive region. Despite my lack of motion, Amanda continued the regular pressure on my mouth. As I have said before, I am bisexual, and the proximity of my sister's great ass had me all stirred up again. I didn't need to free myself to get what I wanted. Amanda knew enough to act for me. Before I could say a word, she had cleared my crotch of my towel and had lowered her head to my groin. This was the first time I had felt my sister's tongue caress my pussy, but the electric spark was so intense that I determined it would not be my last. My hands reached up and clutched at her backside, gripping the smooth cheeks in my palms. I dug my nails into them, avoiding the small patch of material that split her crack and nuzzled its way into her pussy. Exploration "Amanda," I moaned into her pussy. Her lips were now pressed out over either side of her thong and my breath caressed their surface. That teasing touch elicited a hiss of pleasure over my own cunt. Immediately my tongue went to work on the familiar piece of art that is the female sex. I have been with many women and appreciate the subtle nuances and traits that make each one's response to stimulation unique. Amanda's body responded to things that I responded to and later I would wonder if there was some sort of genetic sexual response trait that could be passed within a lineage. But for now, my thoughts were simply on returning the favor and the pleasure that I felt filling my pussy's depths. My tongue caressed first the naked flesh beside her pussy, its tip tracing moist circles around her most sensitive areas. I avoided the direct contact that she craved, dodging her hips lunges for my tongue's rewards. In an effort to encourage me, Amanda had gone to work on my clitoris with her tongue, while one of her nailed fingers had pressed its way into my folds. The two pronged attack was intense, but I decided to try and prolong her orgasm as long as possible. My first orgasm came very shortly thereafter, as she sucked my erect little nub into her mouth and pinched it with her teeth. I continued my little evasive dance around her pussy until I could see moisture seeping through her bottoms and around the materials edges. I knew that she was primed for my next attack. With one manicured nail I fished her bottoms from between her cunt lips and pulled them out and over her mons, until they rested safely between her thigh and the beginning of her hill. Then the dance began all over, my tongue circling her pussy until it was tracing the flowering blossom of her labia. My touch was light, teasing, brushing ever so slightly against that pink opening's edge. Amanda's head broke from its fastening on my pussy for a moment as she breathed a sigh of relief that I had finally made contact with her desire. Once I tasted her pleasure, I could not withhold from her much longer. There was just too much desire built up within me and too much moisture to be reclaimed. Quickly my tongue delved into her depths, forgetting its torturous progression. I tongued around her hole, twisting my oral muscle back and forth before stabbing it out and back in. I moved my tongue at an alternating pace, speeding it up for a moment and bringing her a notch higher before slowing my pace to allow her to recede. When she did finally orgasm it would be a powerful and overwhelming experience. But that would be delayed a bit longer. Amanda was hurriedly trying to bring me back to the brink of an orgasm, eager to out shine her sister's pussy eating ability. And she was doing a wonderful job of that. I couldn't keep my hips and ass settled on the bed, so eager were they to feel the plunging caress of her tongue and fingers into my pussy. My hands were busy separating her ass cheeks from one another so that I could gain access to her puckered backdoor. I had to brush one of my fingers through her spasming cunt lips a few times before I could press it into the starburst shaped hole. The sudden introduction of the new pressure on her asshole, combined with my continued oral assault on her twat, sent Amanda into her first orgasm. Her knees locked my head into place as they clenched closer to one another in a muscular seizure. I almost got a bloody nose from the force that her pussy pressed into my face as she hammered out the last of vestiges of her orgasm. Her intense excitement constituted enough of a sensation that I too came. For a good ten minutes afterwards we drank up one another's fluids and tasted our partner's wares. Only after a good deal of time did she turn and slide up beside me. We would cradle one another as lovers until we slipped into a deep sleep. When I woke, I savored the memories of her touch, taste, and scent. I fondled her a bit while she slept, teasing her nipples and stroking her clit, until I was satisfied with my own curiosity. Amanda woke with a grin and we shared a flavorful kiss. "Well that was interesting," I whispered. "Yeah," she meekly replied. Her hand had found its way back to my belly and she was softly stroking its surface. I was glad that I had a family as open and caring as mine. For the first time, I was okay with someone feeling my belly. I was looking forward to the first time the little tyke decided to start kicking. It was supposed to be soon. "Can we tell Dad and Tammy," Amanda asked. "Not yet, sis. When the time is right and things are a little less complicated." "Please. It'd be real fun." "No. Let's explore this a little further before we decide to add something new." "Okay sis," Amanda muttered as she fell back to sleep, her head coming to rest between my breasts. "Okay," I said, to no one in particular. Exploration It was never meant to be this way. For a few moments I was a washed with the kind of pleasure ever known to man. And yet I digress. It all started a month ago. I had been dating this man for almost a year and yet things in the bedroom weren't what I had expected. He has this body that most woman would kill to have in their men. The sculptured muscles, the well-toned ass that is so delectable to squeeze and a penis that would make most women swoon. But all that didn't matter much at first. At first there was a little foreplay from him that would make me become a puddle under him. But up until that faithful day I was getting frustrated. There were days he would come over, do a little foreplay and then "Wham Bam Thank you Ma'am" that was it. He would be done pounding into me in about 5 minutes and then give me a kiss and leave. After so many months of this kind of thing you get a little peeved too! So to relieve my frustrations, I bought a dildo. At first I was a little shy about using it. I mean come on! It's this plastic penis that I would have to use on myself. And I was never one for masturbation before but I figured "Oh well there is a first time for everything." After that I wasn't too frustrated with him because I always knew that I could finish things with my toy after he left. There were of course times that I didn't wait for him to come over to use it. This is where my real story starts on that faithful day. I had just come home from a stressful day of work and needed to relieve some of the pressure of every day life. And of course the first thing I did was strip down and take a shower. It was a hot and muggy day so when I got out of the shower I didn't think of it to walk around my house naked. What I didn't know was that he had come in while I was in the shower and was sitting in my living room waiting for me to get done. While I was in my room I got a little adventurous and started to explore my body in more detail. Up until then I had only just got myself a little wet enough for the dildo and that was it. But today I was in the mood to go a little further than that. At first I had started to explore on my breasts. Taking one nipple with my fingers and rolling it around and pinching it. It felt so good that I did the same with the other one and closed my eyes. At that time he had crept up the stairs to see what was going on and found me there like that. Unable to look away he sat down on the chair that was on the other side of the room. He had never seen me like this and it was such a turn on to see me pleasuring myself. I was shocked to find him there at first but I was so into it that I kept going. My fingers soon traveled over my body slowly and I finally touched the soft hair above my pussy. Then slowly I touched my clitoris and my body was racked with pleasure. Faster and harder my fingers moved. Almost as if I was reaching for some place I had never been before. By this time he had unzipped his pants and had his hard penis in his hands. I then grabbed the dildo and shoved it deep into my pussy. I was in the throes of passion, moaning and almost screaming not realizing the show I was giving. I was shoving the dildo as fast and as hard as I could do it while touching my clitoris with my other hand. I couldn't get enough of it all. All the while his hands were stroking his penis up and down to the tempo of the dildo. He was imagining that it was him that was doing all those delicious things to my body. He had never felt like this before! His hands working faster and faster upon his penis but he suddenly wanted more. He just couldn't stand to idly watch anymore of this, ripping his clothes off and jumped on the bed, throwing me on the bed in surprise! I gave a squeak that soon turned into a moan as I felt him take out the dildo and start to lick my pussy with a fury that I had never seen out of him. He pressed his mouth to my lips and pushed his tongue into the soft fleshy hole of my vagina. He found my enlarged clitoris with his lips and sucked it gently in to his mouth. I was fully aroused and becoming wetter, he lapped and sucked the whole of my pussy into his mouth, especially the tasty fleshy inside lips and I couldn't help but gasps, "Oooooooohhhhhhh Yeeeeeeesssss!" I screeched and I clamped his head with my thighs, gripping his hair with my hands. My orgasm lasted for a minute or more before my legs released him, he raised face from between my legs and I looked down on him in content. He pushed my legs wide apart and before I could argue or stop him, his cock was inside my pussy just as far as that false thing had been inside me a few minutes earlier. He fucked me frantically, all my pent up passion suddenly released, it went on and on and I was thrilled by it, shouting "Fuck me, Oh God fuck me, Harder, Harder," using my legs and hands to pull him further into me. He was feeling very aggressive towards me and set up a vigorous motion, slamming into me so that my whole body shook. He plunged in and my pubic bone crashed against his, He watched my breasts bounce up and down as he raged on faster and harder. I was shaking and shuddering and scratching and biting. I screamed in passion as my orgasm burst from me. My violent orgasm triggered an enormous explosion from him and tingles gripped my body as I felt his cum spurting into my body. Needless to say after that the only time I ever used the dildo was when he was in a more playful mood with me...... Exploration I don't really know if this is the 'typical' Literotica piece. There isn't any rough sex and the story is, well, more of an exploration of my introduction to BDSM. If you are looking for a quick jerk off story, this may not be it. I'm sorry. I added and did some more editing to the original story…and since it is my first, I really appreciate any type of comments so please leave them after reading. Also, the first time I sent the story I forgot to thank istanbulnoir for editing my work. He took the time to read many drafts and I could thank him enough for it. Thank you and I hope you enjoy! There had always been fantasies for Kallie. As a younger girl, she would make her friends play a princess game. She'd make them take some old rusty chain and wrap it around her wrists and knot it around the porch door. She'd tell her friends to poke her, to prod her, to come up to her and call her names; mean names, and then leave her to sit there. In this play, she wouldn't want a knight in shining armor to come to her rescue; she wanted to stay there, to struggle, to try and escape, but mostly to be teased and taunted and tortured. She remembered herself becoming aroused, of course not knowing she was becoming aroused at this age, but she remembered it just feeling good. Years later, Kallie would realize the parallels between this play and her desires.  *** My feelings have never seemed normal. I'm the typical good girl. Ever since I was little I achieved high marks in my classes. In college now, I'm in a sorority where I hold a very prestigious position and am in the running for president. I spend my nights volunteering at local school and shelters. I want to teach others. I want others to learn from me. I want to change the world. And I'm a slut. I'm a whore. I have these desires that contradict with every other aspect of my life that I can't tell anyone about. I've never had a relationship, much less anything beyond kissing and feeling up. What real sexual experience I've had has come in the form of drunken hooking up. It's all been awkward. Sloppy. Impersonal. It's been bad breath, bad kissing, trouble with the bra, passing out before anything really happened. It got me through most of my first semester at college, but by the end of it, I wanted more. I needed more. I didn't know what was wrong with me. All my friends were just content with it. Over that winter break, I explored the internet. In the past, I had spent a considerable amount of time in chat rooms. Upon entering, I would announce that I was "18/f, searching for good, detailed role play." The next question would always be "what type of rp are you into?" I would answer the standard things "teacher/student, neighbor/girl next door, doctor/patient…" I always wanted to be the disadvantaged one. I wanted to be the one that was forced into sex and wanted to escape but eventually gave in. The boys I talked to always wanted me to dominate them, and if they even tried to do what I wanted it was never good enough. I had the scenes played out so perfectly in my head. The teacher was to lock me in his room after class, tell me to come up to his desk, begin feeling up my skirt, push me over the desk and fuck me right there. I was to submit to him and please him. I was to be his slut for him but it never worked out that way. After a few Google searches, I fell upon an erotic literature site. I had never heard of BDSM before and at first I was repulsed by a few of the stories. As time wore on, however, I became intrigued. I would spend my nights reading these stories; then searching websites to research what exactly this BDSM business was. One night I decided to go into a Dom/sub chat room. This night would be the one to change my life. Entering with the simple name of Kallie, I let the usual pervs message me right away... "Need a Daddy to spank you tonight?" "…Kallie, get on your knees right now and suck my cock…" "You're such a dirty whore Kallie, bend over and take in my dick in your tight little ass" These men, or "dominants", as they usually had displayed in their screen names, were not what I was looking for. I wanted a relationship, some sort of connection, some sort of mental domination. All they wanted was some dirty dialogue to get themselves off on. Ten, fifteen minutes passed by before I received another message. "Hi, my name is Matt. How are you tonight?" I was intrigued. It seemed so…normal for someone to ask such a simple question. "Bored and horny." (It was a habit of mine from chatting in other chat rooms for years to be overtly sexual.) "Lol. Well I'm sorry about that. I just noticed you sitting in here for a while, talking to anyone special?" I smiled to myself, thinking, only a few dirty old men. "No, no one special. Just the usual crowd you get in these chat rooms." The conversation progressed from introductions to BDSM. Matt was an experienced dominant who was looking for someone that didn't just want to play out the roles of master and sub in a chat room, but through the internet, become a dominant of a woman; both mind and body. We talked a little about expectations, about his experience, about my experience, about what I wanted and if I was for real. He was looking for an online relationship, nothing more. Because of my inexperience and curiosity, I let him know of my interesting in pursuing something. "Do me a favor," he said near the end of our conversation. "I want you to think about this, think about it real hard. If you are serious, write me tomorrow. I want you to tell me about your vanilla experience with men, I want to know your desires, what you think about at night." * After closing the chat room, I opened up my e-mail and began writing. Matt, Well...here is my e-mail to you. I feel something different after our conversation tonight; things are making more sense to me. But as to what you wanted me to write… Relationship-wise, I would say I'm inexperienced. I've had two "serious" boyfriends in my past but we've never had sex. Sometimes I feel so dirty for thinking about sex even though I've never had it. I hope that doesn't make you want to steer clear of me—I really enjoyed our chat tonight and want to learn more about my own submission. The idea of submitting is so…freeing to me…I know I have no experience with BDSM, so I guess it is a sort of guide I'm looking for. Someone patient, but firm. I'm a quick learner. But if we were just friends, it'd be nice to have someone to ask questions to about all this. This is all for tonight. I'll talk to you tomorrow, hopefully. kallie * That night I went into bed, thinking about my conversation. I couldn't help but be aroused and curious about what he would think of my note. It seemed so juvenile to be embarrassed about admitting my virginity, but I knew I had to be honest. I felt I had to be honest. He was making me honest. As I lay in bed, I tried fantasizing. Its' always been a habit of mine to fantasize about dirty things before I fell asleep each night. I tried to think of the things he had done with different women. Was he mean? Was he harsh? Was he cruel? What did he look like? Was he some 400-pound man just wanting to lure in some young girl into his cheap, dingy apartment to have sex with her? What was he like in his "normal" life? "Forget it," I thought to myself. "You just need to stop thinking, obviously. He'll respond tomorrow, and all we are doing is talking through the internet. Nothing can happen. I am still in control. I can still make my own decisions. I'm a smart girl. A smart girl." For the first time in years, I fell asleep with no dirty fantasy. All I had were questions swirling around in my head. I was so intrigued and wanted to know everything about BDSM. I had to be patient though, and I fell asleep. The next morning I woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Immediately, I went to my laptop and opened up my e-mail. My heart jumped a little as I saw I had a new e-mail. It was from Matt. I took a breath and clicked on it, eager to see what he had written. * kallie, You shouldn't feel "dirty" for thinking about sex. It's normal. Anyone would be curious about something they have never experienced. Let me tell you first that I am surprised you wrote back. It shows you are interested and I like that. My own experience as a Master has been with two women in real life. I never lived the lifestyle 24/7, but behind closed doors we would be Master and submissive. Sexually, the women enjoyed it very much—they found it liberating to be themselves and for there to be no judgment. I am now happily married. My wife is not into the lifestyle or even play and so she does not know about this. I love her very much and care for her deeply, but I do have a need and have explored my needs through exchanging notes and developing online D/s relationships. I am telling this to you to be upfront and honest and understand if me being married bothers you. If we were to start anything, it would only be through notes (I call them notes, not e-mails). I find instant messaging to be irritating at points because you don't have the time to fully think before you type. I can only communicate during the day, while I'm at the office. It has worked very well in the past. You will learn that you enjoy doing this, I promise you. One final thing. I am not to interfere with the life you have already. I will never ask you to compromise yourself, your friends, or your schoolwork. Your schoolwork comes first and I expect you to do well. I think as time goes on you will find this to only enhance your life. If I get in the way of your success, we will stop. Now, if you are serious about this I want you to start with one simple task. I do not want you to wear panties. Ever. If you are serving me you are to be open to me at any point in your day. As you go through your daily activities you will think about me at all times as your cunt rubs against your pants. I want to know more about you, kallie. Where are you exactly? What do you do in school? What do you enjoy doing in your free time? When you think about serving me what things do you think you would do for me. I like longer notes. Write what you are thinking, not just what you think I'd like. Finally, it would please me if you attached a picture to your next note. Master Exploration Exploration As we were together, it was almost like my physical body was separate from my soul. (Oh I know that is cheesy…). I was so involved in our scene, I don't know, I just felt like at those moments it was just you and me and no one else. Does that make sense? Sometimes it's hard for me to verbalize my emotions. I hope I explained well. Kallie * As winter turned into spring, I felt myself growing as a submissive. My desires started moving beyond just pleasing Matt but challenging my submission. I wanted him to test me, to put me in situations where I could prove I was his perfect submissive. We started discussing things I could incorporate into my life that would make me feel my obedience at all times. I already stopped wearing panties, but that wasn't enough. One day, Matt sent me a note asking me to purchase a recorder. I was to record simple conversations, to let him in on my life more. At first it appeared a little silly--I didn't exactly understand what this had to do with my submissiveness, but as I chose my first scene to record I soon understood why. Matt knew I had a party to go to that Friday night with a fraternity and asked me to take the recorder with me, to hide it in my bra for the night. I obeyed, placing it in my bra as my friends and I got ready. Walking into the fraternity house, I felt extremely sexy. I was wearing dark jeans that highlighted my ass perfectly along with a flowy cream top and black heels. It wasn't as much the outfit that made me feel sexy, it was the fact that my Master would listen to everything happening that night. In some ways, I felt I had to act a certain way, however, I figured that I should just be myself. Master knew too much about me for me to put up an act. After walking up to the bar to grab a few beers, my friends and I headed to the basement to dance. The basement was crammed with testorone-filled boys and extremely horny girls. Immediately upon entering, a guy from my Stats class walked up to me. "You're in my class...Kallie, right?" he asked. "Yes and...you're Dan. Professor Stull is a piece of work, right? I've been waiting all semester for him to call on me to answer a problem, so far, I've lucked out." I cracked a smile, relieved to find someone to talk to. "Ha, no kidding..." he trailed off. "You want to go upstairs? It's so hot and crowded down here, it's hard to hear." I gave a smile and nodded, turning back toward the stairs. I let him lead me up the stairs to his room. Entering, I looked around and smirked. Typical frat room--messy, the infamous John Belushi poster from Animal House and a beer full of alcohol. I took a seat down on his futon, crossing my legs. "Nice room." I laughed. "This isn't my doing. The guys I live with are complete pigs. Luckily they're downstairs probably preying on some innocent sister of yours so that means we have it all to ourselves." "Well then, I guess I just lucked out. How about a little game?" I felt a little adventurous tonight, as well as horny. I couldn't help it. I was always horny these days. "Ah, that's the type of girl I like, right to the point. What game are you thinking?" "Truth or dare." "Very....fifth grade of you. Sounds good. Why don't we add for every truth. Truths are never as good as the dares." I laughed knowing I was definitely more of a truth person than a dare person. "Okay, deal." The game started out as every Truth or Dare starts out. Both of us were too afraid to overstep a boundary and we stayed simple. As the alcohol started affecting us, however, we became a little more liberal in our game. "Okay, okay, I want truth." I said. "Hm...ah, okay. Here's something for you. Tell me your kinkiest fantasy?" He slapped my knee lightly, keeping his hand there afterward. I paused. I knew what my kinkiest fantasy was, but did I really want to tell him? Most likely, he wouldn't understand. I felt the alcohol in me and knew he had to be feeling it as well and so I started talking. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked. "Oh yes, I'm ready." "My kinkiest fantasy..." I decided to turn my fantasy down a little, to make myself seem more innocent. "Well I have this one...fantasy. I think....I think....I think it'd be cool to be tied up. You know, each arm and leg tied to a bedpost. To be...fucked that way. To be taken advantage of, maybe even blindfolde---" I was cut off by Dan coming up to my and kissing me. He pressed his whole body against me, pushing me down on the futon. His legs straddled me and I could feel his cock very gently pushing against my leg through our jeans. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue explore mine and let my hands wander down his back to press him closer to me. Just as I was getting into our heavy make-out session, he pulled away, reaching behind me to take my wrists and place them over my head, holding them with one hand. "So maybe...something like...this...." Exploration And while I thought about him, sometimes I was scared to let him know how strong my feelings were. I didn't want Matt to think I was going to turn into some crazed lover because I never expected us to become a real couple. I didn't want that. I understood the separation. Sometimes, however, I felt I loved him. I never said it, but I felt it. Whenever I got a new note, my heart skipped a beat and I lost my breath for a mere second. Sometimes our sessions would get so intense that I would start crying. The feelings were just so...real. I was snapped out of my daze by an e-mail...I had forgotten Matt's note... * You still there? I had a surprise for you. I was going to wait, but I guess I will just spoil the surprise. Business has me traveling to your area next week. I think we are ready for this step. I'd like you to make yourself available. Exploration Thanks to sultry siren for giving me the idea for this one. You did exactly as I told you. You were naked before me with the black fabric tied securely behind your head to obscure your sight. As I kissed your lips, I could feel the want in you as your tongue swirls around mine. I carefully lead you towards the bed as I reach for the ties on the corner of the bed. Soon, I had your back on the bed and your right arm tied carefully to the post. As I assured you what I was doing, I slowly made my way around the bed to tie off your right ankle, your left ankle and finally your left wrist. You looked comfortable on the bed awaiting the treat I had set for you. I leave the room so that you would have no idea of what treatment you would be in for. As I watch you squirm on the bed, I basked in your beauty in your helplessness. I then walked into the room with our guests as I hold my finger over my mouth to indicate to them to be silent. I had one of our guests take a position between your outstretched legs. You could feel our guest's tongue slide gently up your inside leg to your wetness. You could also feel two separate breathes along your nipples as one set of lips clamped onto the left one. You opened your mouth in response before feeling a presence right above your face. You then felt lips along your jaw line. They were softer than mine and you could hear the voice moaning a little as they kissed to your lips and you shared a deep tongue kiss. It was then you realized it was a feminine tongue dancing with yours. You kissed her a little more as you could feel her striving to moan into your mouth. Her mouth was unpredictably pulled from yours before you felt a larger presence above your lips. You heard a husky voice tell you to stick out your tongue. Soon, your tongue probed above you and felt the warm moist lips of a woman's vulva above you. You could hear the sound of a woman getting impaled above you as your tongue felt the shaft of someone penetrating the vulva above you. I could hear you warming up to the tongue along your own vulva as your hips started to involuntarily thrust towards them. You suddenly felt emptiness while licking the pussy above you until your pussy gets stretched by something phallic. You started moaning yourself as you get your own impaling while the woman above you seemed to be dripping onto your lips and face. I watched as your tongue kept probing above you as much as you could til you felt the cock above you slip out and slide between your lips. You could taste the woman's essence on his shaft and you sucked greedily to clean off his shaft. Soon, the suck toy was removed and the warm vulva was lowered down again onto your extended tongue. You started licking more as you felt your right wrist loosened from its binding. Your right arm flew up and pulled down upon the leg above you to bring the luscious morsel closer to your mouth. Your mouth started engulfing as much of her labia as possible as you continued to get fucked. You felt the dick inside you pull out and felt him climax all over your stomach before a tongue started licking it off from you. The thought of the image in your head drove you closer to cumming. You suddenly had the fabric over your eyes loosened to see the pussy above you getting shafted. Your eyes looked down towards your pussy to see one of our mutual friends about to feast on your pussy again while I slid behind her. Your eyes went back upward towards the couple above you before his cock slid towards your mouth again. You took his dick into your hand and started stroking him into your mouth before you slid it back into the open pussy above you. Your hand then went to untie your left wrist before you placed both hands on the woman licking you, pushing her deeper into your pussy. The couple above you moved over to beside the bed as she bent down and began to suck her partner off. You then have a good view of the man who climaxed on your stomach watching all that was going on before he climbed onto to bed and started to stroke his cock towards your mouth. The action continued for some time before your friends cuddled next to you while all three of us started stroking furiously. Shots began to fly from our shafts onto your faces before we stood back and watched you three licked off the fluids from your faces. As I grabbed the camera to take a picture, you smiled at me for allowing you to indulge in another fantasy.