19 comments/ 248666 views/ 38 favorites It Had to Be By: Moondrift I left home because of mother. Why? Because from the time I was fourteen I'd fallen in love with her, or put more bluntly, I wanted to fuck her. Living with her meant a constantly high level of sexual frustration and I thought that one day, in an unguarded moment, I might do or say something that would reveal my secret lust. At the time of my leaving home mother was of course in her early forties, but this had done nothing to diminish what I think of as her allure. Tall, with dark hair and eyes to match, she had an athletic figure, but she was not what might be called beautiful; her nose and jaw were too emphatic, and because swimming was her favourite exercise her shoulders were broad and her limbs muscular; and such strongly built women are not always attractive to a lot of men. And yet mother did attract men and it took until I was in my teen years to work out why. She had a striking presence and it was as if the way she stood, walked, sat and talked conveyed a challenging carnal message, but there was more to it than that. At any social gathering men sought her company and I came to understand only too well why she drew men, including me, to her. She exuded a palpable sexual fragrance like musk oil, but more intoxicating than any perfume. I sometimes wondered if it would ever fade, and decided, it never would. She was one of those rare women who even in old age would still radiate sex appeal. My father didn't seem to mind the way mother drew men to her, in fact he seemed to revel in it because he had what they all wanted, and I'm as sure as I can be that mother was never unfaithful to him. * * * * * * * * At age twenty two I graduated from the university BA (Hon). The plan had been for me to go on to further studies, but instead I applied for and got a job with the Government of Victoria. That I thought would get me well away from Adelaide and South Australia and consequently away from mother and temptation. When I announced that I was leaving there was a hell of an argument with father and mother; "Your ruining your whole future," and stuff like that. I didn't reveal my main reason for leaving home, instead proclaiming my need for independence, striking out on my own, and getting life experience. I had read that sons are often sexually attracted to their mothers but it also said that this will pass "When a more appropriate sex object enters the life of the young man." Well, I'd experienced several "appropriate sex" objects and they'd done nothing to quell my hankering for mother. And so I left home with father's admonitions still ringing in my ears and the memory of mother's tears, little realising what lay ahead. A couple of weeks after I started the job I struck it lucky. Theresa, a widow in her late forties and the mother of five children all of whom had left home, and she worked in the same department as me. She took a fancy to me. She was a pleasantly plump and full breasted lady, and a few lunches together and then dinner at her place led very quickly to being in bed with her and my penis in her vagina. As a result of this encounter I changed lodgings and lived with Theresa. My previous sexual experiences had been with girls my own age, but now I discovered the pleasures of sex with an older woman. For a start condoms had always been involved in my previous sexual experiences, but as Theresa said, "I'm past the age of child bearing so we can have it raw." It was great; I could really feel her vagina and its wetness, and there was something special about knowing that my sperm was really going into her. I learned a lot of things about what a woman likes, and in fact she insisted on us doing things I'd never even thought about before. I can remember the first time we had sex; we stood in her bedroom naked looking at each other when Theresa, looking at my erect penis said, "My word, you re a big boy." I suppose that in general I am fairly well built and muscular since I'd followed in mother's exercise footsteps, swimming, and so at first I took Theresa's comment to be about my general appearance, which was flattering. It was only as I penetrated her vagina with my penis that she made it clear that her "big boy" comment had referred to the size of my penis. I had never considered it to be overly large, not having made comparisons with other penises, but as I penetrated deep into Theresa she moaned, "Oh my God, Adrian, I've never had one so big in me before." That was also flattering in a way, and it was also another learning experience. We weren't in love; we were a couple of people who were meeting each others sexual needs and enjoying it. Right from the start Theresa had pointed out that one day I'd probably want to get married and have kids, and she certainly couldn't provide the latter. "So let's enjoy ourselves while we can," she said, "and when it's over we'll have happy memories of our time together. "Mind you," she added, "I'll always envy the girl who gets your cock in her vagina." Well, she was right, I certainly enjoyed myself, and I can now say that I do have happy memories of sexually voracious Theresa, who among other things had a penchant for consuming the male organ and its glutinous discharge. I've sometimes wondered if her late husband's demise had been because of Theresa's ravenous sexual appetite. * * * * * * * * Despite my good times with Theresa it was still my mother that I craved. I suppose the difference was that I wasn't in love with Theresa, but I was in love with my mother. Having made the move away from her and home I only visited home once during that first year, and that was something I was going to come to regret. A couple of years before I left home I'd noticed that father seemed to be having difficulties breathing and in the morning I could hear him coughing painfully in the bathroom. When I asked what the trouble was I was told, "It's just a touch of bronchitis." I should have known I was being fobbed off. During that one visit home I noticed that father's cough had got even worse and he had lost weight and the slightest physical effort seemed to exhaust him, and he had always been a physically well set up man and very active. Despite this I still didn't realise just how sick he was, but that seemed to be the way in our family, we never made much of sickness, but if it was bronchitis it had to be the longest bout in human history. Full realisation only came when one evening mother phoned me and said, "I think you'd better come home, your father is very sick and he's in hospital;" For her to make such a call meant that there was something very seriously wrong with father. I managed to get an early morning flight to Adelaide and took a taxi from the airport to our place in Walkerville, to be met by mother who was utterly distraught. I had arrived too late, father was dead. What I learned was that the so-called bronchitis had in fact been emphysema; an abscess had formed in his lungs and burst, and before any antibiotics could take affect, he died. Mother seemed to be in a lost world so it was left to me to organise and deal with the funeral administrivia. The service took place at the Enfield Crematorium and during the service mother clung to me as she gazed unbelievingly at the coffin as if somehow father wasn't really in there. She remained like that until the coffin passed out of sight on its way to its fiery end. During the wake that followed mother was locked into a world of grief, and it was only after the mourners, friends and relatives had finally departed that she began to come out of this cloud of misery sufficiently to talk. Grieving myself, and feeling guilty that I hadn't recognised earlier my father's condition, I had to be mother's comforter. During the rest of my stay I often sat holding her for long periods of time as in a monotonic voice she went over and over the events leading up to father's death, and interspersing this with memories of their life together. It was as she dwelt on past memories that I heard a lot of things that I'd only previously guessed at. Mother's guard was down and she went so far as to talk about her sex life with father, which she implied involved sexual intercourse every night until he started to get sick. I must admit that as a kid I'd wondered what the noises were that had emanated nightly from my parent's bedroom. Again and again as she sadly reminisced she said, "I've lost half my life, and there'll never be anyone to replace Jack" -- my father's name. I wondered about this because a woman who had been so sexually active surely must in the end seek someone who could satisfy her need. I certainly knew of one person who would happily fix what I thought must be her overactive sex drive; namely, me. I'd often wondered if mother had detected my sexual feelings for her, and towards the end of my stay with her she started to talk about how close we were, and she knew that I loved her, and to my dismay she even hinted that she knew why I had left home. The time I could spend with her was limited. I had to return to work, but before I left mother appealed to me to come back home to stay. I knew that now father was dead mother was more vulnerable, or perhaps it as me who was more vulnerable. If I lived alone with mother I might give in to temptation, and I thought this would lead to disaster as far as my future relationship with mother was concerned. I came up with my old excuse about being independent, but as mother said goodbye to me at the airport I nearly relented. She clung to me weeping and that musk aroma was very noticeable, and she kissed me as if we were two lovers parting and I boarded the aircraft trying to hide a heart pulsating erection. Throughout that flight back to Melbourne I wondered if I'd thrown away a golden opportunity to at last make love with mother, but I knew that sometimes people when they are bereaved can become incredibly sexually aroused as they seek solace. It's as if one emotion flows into another, and I wasn't ready to take advantage of such a situation. I returned to Theresa who having been bereaved herself didn't try the talk fest and simply let me talk and make love with her. I must say that the sex did help to assuage my grief and I started to get things in perspective. * * * * * * * * During the following year I made a point of visiting mother at weekends at least once a month, flying over simply to see how she was going. I could never be sure what sort of mood I would find her in, but whatever her mood she was incredibly clingy. This made things difficult for me because despite my sex life with Theresa, mother was the woman I really wanted. Things seemed to level out towards the end of the first year after father's funeral. The story was that mother had met dad while she was studying at university. They had fallen in love and mother became pregnant and they got married. This was no news to me because in going through my father's papers I had found my birth certificate and my parent's marriage certificate. The consequence had been that mother had given up university. Now mother was thinking about resuming university studies as a mature age student. This was a good sign as far as I was concerned; mother wanting to pick up her life again, and I did all I could to encourage her. She was after all in a financial position to not have to work, a position, I thought rather ruefully, that I might have been in if I hadn't chosen to leave home. It was during a telephone conversation with mother that she announced that she'd made up her mind and would go ahead with studies. She went on to say that it was some time before the new academic year was due to start, and she suggested that we spend some time together at the house on Kangaroo Island. The house had been a gift from my father to my mother not long after they got married. Situated on the North West corner of Kangaroo Island, isolated and somewhat dramatically poised on the top of a cliff, we had spent many holidays there, although we hadn't been there for nearly three years. I think that had to do with my father's encroaching sickness, but when we weren't using it we sometimes rented it out. Below the house is an inlet created by the cliffs that curved round to form a narrow outlet to the sea beyond, and at the bottom of a track down the cliffs is a small beach. My immediate response to mother's suggestion was negative, not a good idea, because if mother lived up to her past mode of dress when at the house, which to say the least was distinctly casual, I knew I would be in for a throbbingly erect penis for most of our stay. I reluctantly changed my mind when mother, somewhat reproachfully, said that we hadn't had much time together ever since I'd left home, and this might be our last chance to be together for some time. She obviously hadn't counted the time I spent with her after father's funeral, but I let that pass. I had some leave owing to me but when it came to agreeing how much time we would spend on the island some negotiating took place. Mother wanted a month but we finally agreed on a fortnight. I must admit that I had in mind my separation from Theresa who served as a sort of sexual safety valve for my demanding libido. * * * * * * * * The day before we were due to leave for the island I flew into Adelaide and was met by mother driving the four by four. She greeted me with unexpected exuberance and a close embrace that nearly took my breath away. The last time I had seen her she had been somewhat pale faced and wilting, but now she seemed to have recovered much of her allure and there was that faint aroma of musk about her. She seemed to be very excited and at the same time tense, and that embrace and the kiss she gave me went on longer than might be expected of a mother and son airport greeting. When it ended I noticed some nearby people looking at us and grinning. On the drive home mother chattered incessantly and this was not her normal way. I was wondering if she was suppressing some exciting news until we got home, but when we got there no such news was forthcoming. She made a great deal of fuss over me and I couldn't recall ever seeing her like this before. Mother had made all the necessary preparations for our time on the island and early next morning we were on our way to Cape Jarvis and the ferry that would take us across to Penneshaw. From there we drove west on a bitumen road until we turned off on to a dirt road. A few kilometres along this road we came to a gate. I opened it and mother drove through, and then we were lurching along a rough track for about fifteen minutes until we reached the house. Our arrival seemed to be a bit of an anti-climax and we spent the rest of the day stowing our gear and supplies, sweeping up dust and cobwebs and searching for signs of any invading rodents, and by late evening making vague plans for the next day. That night I was restless. Being in an isolated place and alone with mother seemed somehow to be different from being at our Walkerville place. My mind focussed on mother in the bedroom next to mine: was she asleep or as she awake and thinking of the times she had shared the bed with father? What was she wearing or did she like me sleep naked? What would she do if I tried to take my father's place in that bed? I had no Theresa to alleviate my sexual need and so I did what I hadn't done for a long time, I masturbated. As I ejaculated it was not Theresa I fantasised, but mother, and when I finally slept I dreamed of making love with mother, but always when I was about to penetrate her vagina with my penis she faded away. When I woke in the morning I could hear mother already moving around. Mother, in her usual organised way, had opted to do some more tidying up, while I, less concerned with household order, went fishing. It was a warm day with the promise of becoming hot later. I went to a ledge along the cliffs that was close to the water where father and I had often fished when I was a kid. We had usually had a good catch, but now, after a couple of hours I'd caught just one leatherjacket which I threw back. Bored with my fruitless efforts I decided to return to the house to see if mother was ready to go for a swim, going by way of the beach. As I approached the beach I saw that mother had deserted her household chores and was lying on an air mattress with a cushion under her head. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be asleep. Drawing close to her I felt my penis lurch and start to harden. Mother was wearing a pair of very tight shorts and a close fitting t-shirt. Beneath the t-shirt the swell of mother's breasts clearly indicated that they were unrestrained, rising and falling as she breathed evenly. Her shorts exposed her long legs with their firm thighs, and where the material of the shorts passed under mother's crotch it seemed to sink into the groove formed by the clearly defined lips of her vulva, and I thought I saw a faint wetness staining the cloth. I stood looking down at her, aching to penetrate that holy delta at the top of her thighs. Her eyes fluttered open and came to focus on me. She smiled and said, "I must have fallen asleep." I guessed that the wet stain on her shorts indicated she'd had an erotic dream, and so I asked, "Sweet dreams?" She looked startled and the hesitantly said, "Yes...yes very sweet," and for a moment she touched her groin and then hastily stood, her face flushing pink. I think she had detected the wet patch and was embarrassed by what it might reveal of her emotional state, but she couldn't hide her feelings because that musk fragrance was more potent than ever and I knew what it meant, and with every movement her breasts shimmied like a firm blancmange. There seemed to be an electric tension between us, a question unasked, a desire unexpressed. I had my own source of embarrassment; my erect penis was moulded by the cloth of my shorts, and I could feel my urethra weeping precum. For a moment I thought we were going to kiss, but mother breached the silence. "Did...did you catch anything?" mother asked in an unsteady voice, as if to distract us from the strained atmosphere that surrounded us. "No," I said, and then dropped down on to the vacated air mattress, lying face down to hide my throbbing erection. Mother hesitated and I could feel her eyes on me as she said, "I'll go up to the house and prepare lunch, are you coming?" I was very close to coming, but not in the sense she meant. "No," I said, "I'll stay here for a while, just give me a call." I watched mother start to make her way up the track, and when she got about half way she stopped, turned, and briefly looked down at me. She looked superb, her figure like a goddess of fantasy, perhaps Juno. I recalled that Juno was married to Jupiter and was at the same time his sister; an incestuous relationship! Mother turned and continued up the track, my eyes focused on her high firm buttocks until she disappeared into the house. I wanted her as I'd never wanted anything before in my life, and I wondered if I had again passed up the opportunity to fulfil this craving for her. Mother called me for lunch from the top of the cliff and I made my way up as mother stood watching me for a few moments. I noticed she'd changed her shorts and I supposed I'd been right about mother having an erotic dream on the beach. I wondered who had been present in that dream. The charged atmosphere between us continued, our conversation desultory, it was as if we both expected something to happen between us, but neither willing to make the move that would initiate that something. I thought I knew what that something was, but was afraid that if I took the step I might be wrong and I would shatter the relationship that I had with mother. It Had To Be Jenny was this co-owner, along with her husband Jerry, of the Bize newsagents and grocer store on the corner of Strutton street. It was an up and coming business and just six months after opening the couple took on a part time assistant called Angela. And now, a year on, Angela seemed part of the furniture. At the rear of the shop was the store and the astute Angela began to put two and two together when, each time a delivery was made, Jenny seemed to spend ages in the store chatting up the delivery driver she called Jo. In fact at times it got annoying because often there was a long queue of customers anxiously waiting to be served, but the problem was Jenny was her boss and it wasn't for her to tell her to get a move on. But it came to the point that on one occasion a couple of guys started to complain bitterly about having to wait so she did a runner to the back of the shop - knowing that she should never leave the till unattended, but such was the urgency of the matter. But she soon discovered that no way was her boss ready to help her serve in the mode in which she was already serving Jo the delivery driver. Having already seen the couple in deep union she pretended she hadn't, closed the door just enough to leave a gap and shouted through that things were getting tense in the shop. Sat on the edge of an old settee Jenny tried to push Jo away saying she'd better get back to help Angela, but Jo was so well committed that no way was he going to stop his action until he'd reached his Waterloo so he carried on pumping regardless. It was Jenny who had set him up with all her French kissing and her bunching his bulge from the start. He knew he was onto a good thing and often he called by pretending he had a delivery, when the only real delivery was the parcel inside his jeans, awaiting collection. Jenny of course knew this and encouraged him in every way, he was some catch and just what the doctor ordered, with hubby busy in the office above the shop she knew his habits and how he would hardly ever appear downstairs, so given a good assistant in Angela she could partake in a few special quickie delights with her very own toy boy. "You saw us Angela didn't you? Jenny asked on her return to the shop after the queue had dispersed, looking very flushed. "Mum's the word okay?, it'll be our little secret." Angela smiled. she'd been put in rather an awkward position but, for reasons of her own it made her feel better. "Of course, Jenny, he is a hunk, almost young enough to be your son" she ventured, but Jenny took it in good heart. "Well I need some escape from that old man of mine, he is useless and I have forgotten the last time he rose to the occasion." But Angela knew the reason why, Jerry was having her at least twice a week, like when she'd finish her morning shift leaving Jenny to take over, she'd say goodbye, go out of the front entrance and walk around to the back, up the stairs leading to the flat above, and there was the randy Jerry waiting. And now that she knew about Jenny cheating as well she felt much better and really let herself go with the guy old enough to be here father. He was for Angela the most wonderful guy in the world and Jerry, enjoying a new uninhibited Angela, not knowing why the sudden change, enjoyed her to the full in every way, initiating the young girl into the learning curve of sexuality at its most best and, if he was not busy orally between her tender young thighs he was enjoying the satisfaction of having showed Angela the rudiments of deep quality oral stimulation and penetration such as she'd never encountered with her former boy friend. When Jerry had her, he had her full circle and afterwards they enjoyed the serene comfort of the post fuck experience. So all went well until one day it had to happen, the shelves collapsed in the store at the back of the shop when the very passionate Jenny and her toy boy were doing something extraordinary not realising the thin structures could not take the strain. Consequently the noise brought Jerry to the fore and he caught both his wife and Jo in their nuddies struggling to free themselves from the collapsed shelving. It was some relief for Jenny that Jerry's reaction was an absolute roar of unadulterated laughter. But his wife spent three weeks in hospital nursing several breaks but hubby was having lots of hay days with sweet Angela and temporarily, nights too whilst Jenny was away. The outcome of all that was, well like with Jenny and Jo well and truly caught at it so it also, in time, had to happen likewise with Jerry and Angela. Just out of hospital Jenny was too. Angela was pregnant and the truth had to out. Well Jerry always wanted a son, that's why he could not longer perform with his wife once the marriage gad set in, no matter how they tried she could not conceive and the Doctor said she was sterile. And yet after all that, Angela still worked for the couple. They worked it out and decided on a threesome and they'd live together. Just as long as Jenny could still have her toy boy. And oddly she didn't want him in the comfort of the flat or anything like that, insisting that the thrill of it all was the element of being the naughty woman in their secret rendezvous - it worked for her and for Jo. So he still continues making a delivery most every day, when the need was just twice a week. It Had To Be Magic Ch. 01 This is part 1 of a 3 part story. Thanks for all the help from my editor. All people are over 18 and this is a work of fiction. It is only real in my mind. It had to be magic. Part 1 – The Discovery It is amazing how things that happen when you are young can have such huge consequences when you get older. The story I have to tell is pretty wild but, as I have heard, it said truth is stranger than fiction. It all started about 6 months ago when my sister called me up out of the blue. We had not talked in a few months. I could tell by the tone of her voice that she wanted a favor. "Teddy, how is my favorite brother doing?" Teddy has always been my pet name for me ever since I was a baby. My first stuffed animal was a teddy bear and my sister never let me forget, even at the age of 24. Barb is over a year older than me and never missed a chance to remind me, I also had my own pet name for her, Barb. She used to play with Barbie's all the time. But somehow it never seemed to get under her skin, me calling her Barb, as it did me being called Teddy. "Hey Barb. I can tell from the tone of your voice you want a favor from me." Even without meaning to, I let out a sigh and answered with a little bit of gruffness in my own voice. "Now you know I just love to talk to my favorite brother, that's all." Her tone was like honey. "Come off it. I'm your only brother and you know it, so what gives?" I was really started to lose my patience. "OK, I was telling my friends about how wonderful a magician you are and want you to do a show for me and my friends at a big party. It will be a pretty big crowd. I even asked everyone to pitch in, and we can pay you $500 for a good show. Before you say no, remember when we were kids and you were learning, who was it that always was your assistant and helped you for days on end?" Her tone had a minor hint of reproach in it. Shit, I hate it when she plays the guilt card on me. It was true; she was always there for me. From the time I was 16 and really took my magic serious, she helped me in every way. If I learned a new trick and needed an audience or an assistant, she was always there. She was very understanding and really took an interest in my hobby. I knew there wasn't any way I could tell her no, but I wasn't going to make it easy for her. "Sis, you know I would be glad to help you, but it would take a month for me to practice up and get everything together for a really good show." I added just a bit of regret in my own voice. "Besides you know for the past 5 years, I have really only been working on my escape tricks more than simple magic tricks. The set up time is a lot longer than just a few coins," I told her really trying to get her to understand that this would take a while to work up and I was not just trying to get out of it "Not a problem Teddy. The Party is not for three months and you will have lots of time to work all the details out. You have no idea how much I appreciate this and will do everything I can to help you get ready." There was no way to hide the excitement in her voice. She was really thrilled. "OK sis, I'll do it. As you knew I would." I sighed. "You are the best. I know you need a place to set up and practice. Why not bring everything over to my house? There is a full basement that you can set everything up there for the whole performance. I know you don't have room in that little apartment of yours." Her voice was squeaking in that high pitched tone when she gets really excited. "Sounds great I will start moving all my props from the storage building and set everything up at your house. This is going to be a lot of work and long hours. I hope this is worth it," I told her just to let her know this was a really big favor. As I hung up the phone, I was actually very excited myself. I had been working for years on all the different tricks and escapes and wanted to put on a big show for an audience. I never did more just a few simple tricks. Never an entire show, and this would be a chance to show off how good I had really gotten. I knew I was good. There was not a single trick that I have seen or watched others do that I could not do as well. But my true passion was being an escape artist. The first time I saw guy chained up and put in a box and escaped, I was hooked. I would try to duplicate the tricks till I figured it out and tried to find way to improve on the idea. I guess this is really where my sister helped me the most. The first time I tried an escape, I would do it to my sister first. I would study the way the chains, handcuffs or even rope was tied to see how I could get out of it. I remember like it was yesterday, the first time that I asked her to help me. I told her I wanted to go beyond just magic and become a great escape artist. I told her I had to have someone to help me and begged her to help. She was so sweet she agreed and from that point on, if I need an assistant she was there. The next day I went over to her house and delivered my first load of props. She met me at the door with a big smile and a hug that had to make anyone smile back. As we unloaded the first load of props, I could not help but notice how really beautiful my sister had become. Her hair had gotten even longer than the last time I saw her and her form fitting T-shirt really showed off her chest. Every time I had seen her, she was always in baggy clothes. I had never realized just how much she had filled out. There was a lot to move and we were both pretty sweaty from the hauling. I could not help but notice the way her T-shirt rode up and showed a totally flat tummy with a belly piercing. I didn't mean to stare but I kept my eyes on her belly button ring just a little too long when she caught me staring. "Checking out your sister, Teddy?" she said with a teasing note and looking me straight in the eyes. "Don't be gross. I just happen to notice your belly button ring. That's something new since the last time I saw you." I was trying to make it look very innocent and not like I was perving on my sister. She gave me that little 'yea right' look, but seemed willing to drop the conversation anyway. After several hours of hauling and unpacking, I was ready to stop. We both were pretty exhausted. We dropped on the couch with a plop. I opened my eyes when I felt a cold beer placed in my hand. "Been saving these for us to finish. Now who is the best sister?" Barb looked as tired as I felt. I popped the top and took a deep drink. It hit the spot. "You are the best sis. This had to be the best beer I have ever had." I said as I took a sip. "The food of the God's. No expense spared for this one of a kind, truly unique beer." I said as I held up the beer and looked at the label. "Bob's Discount Beer." I said pretending to read the label. "Smart ass. If you don't want it just say so and I will drink it." Barb stuck her lips out and up as she said this to let me know she didn't think was funny. "Just raggin on you, sis. You know I want it." But even as I was telling her this she was trying to get it back out of my hand. "Come on. You know I was kidding." I was laughing and trying to keep her from taking it as she smacked me with a couch pillow The pillow made contact with my beer and it flew out of my hand. It was like watching a slow motion shot as I watched the beer tip end over end, covering my sister's T-shirt, face, shorts and finally the couch. Since she had the beers on ice, it was cold. As the beer made contact with her shirt, several things seemed to happen all at once. She took a huge gasp from the cold liquid hitting hot skin, her shirt became somewhat transparent and her nipples became so hard that I could see them trying to poke through the bra she was wearing. As the shock of the cold began to wean, I could see she was really getting mad. "Look what you did to me?" Her hands were held up like I need some prompting to notice she was covered in beer. It was so funny I could not help but laugh. Just as I was about to remind her that she was the one that hit my beer with the pillow, I looked up and saw her face scrunched up as a drop of beer ran down her forehead, over her nose and just dropped. This made me start laughing again. Finally her frown turned to smile and then a laugh as well. Before long, we were both laughing. She got up to get a towel to wipe off her face and clean up the spilled beer on the couch. I told her I would get the couch so she could go change. I had the couch all cleaned up when she returned with a new T-shirt. She had a towel over her head, drying her hair. As she ran the towel over her hair, her breasts were bouncing; there was no doubt she wasn't wearing a bra. Her hard nipples were poking through the material. It was so hypnotic I could not keep from watching. What had captured my attention were her pierced nipples. I could see the outline of the rings through her T-shirt. They were not small rings; they were very large and went up and down as she continued to rub her hair dry with the towel. I am not sure if my eyes were bulging out, or if my mouth was open, but there was no doubt she caught me. I felt like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move or say anything. In a flash, my cock was rock hard in my pants, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. She glanced at my growing problem for just a second then at my face, that I am sure was turning red. I guess she understood my reaction or just didn't want to address it, so she just sat on the couch and acted like she didn't notice. "Next time you do something like that, you can get your own beer," she said with a smile, letting me know she didn't mean it. We were back to kidding each other. The tension left the room big time. Even though the stress left, my hard on would not. As hard as I tried, I could not stop glancing at her hard nipples. I left a little while later, going back to my apartment. My mind was all over the place. I couldn't think of anything but the way my sister's nipples looked through that T-shirt with the large rings in them. My erection was still going strong, and I couldn't get it to go down. I was so damned turned on I couldn't stand it. Knowing that my sister had me that turned on only bothered me more. I even started talking to myself the whole time I drove. "This is so wrong. She is your sister. Don't think that way about your sister," I said out loud. Trying to convince myself. But the more I tried not to think about them, the more the image kept popping back in my head. I almost ran a red light seeing those beautiful rings showing through her shirt. I had always thought nipple rings were sexy. In my mind, studs weren't as sexy as rings. I had watched my share of porn and the women that got me really going were always the same; large-breasted, big nipples with very large nipple rings. I was starting to realize that was my problem. My sister had all of the things that turned me on. In a way it was a relief. I was not a total perv. It just so happens that my sister has all the things that turned me on. Somehow being able to put a label of my reaction made me fill better. It was not my sister after all; it was just her body that had given me such a rush and a raging hard on. I got home and had to have some relief. I booted up my computer and Googled "women with large nipples and large nipple rings". It took me a couple of tries to find what I was looking for. I started scanning the pictures and found one that looked about the size of my sister's nipple rings. I stared at the picture, pumping my cock. It did not take long before my orgasm over took me, making a mess all over my shirt. I cleaned up and decided to get some sleep, to try to forget the whole thing. I woke up early and got out of bed. I really did not sleep very well. Images of the night before kept slipping into my mind just as I would drift off to sleep. If I could not sleep then I might as well get up and get to work. I work part time at a computer store fixing and updating people's computers. I had my degree in computer science, but I just didn't want a full time job yet. I still wanted to see if I could make it as a professional magician and escape artist. So I worked just enough to pay the bills and that was about all. I worked my six-hour shift and got back to the apartment just as the phone rang. "Hey Teddy, you going to bring another load of your stuff over today?" Barb's voice was just as normal as ever. "Yeah. As soon as I change, I will be over with the last load. Say about an hour," I told her slightly out of breath. "You been jogging or something." Barb needled me. "Nah, just walked home from work." I really was a little out of breath; I walked at a near jog. I changed into my everyday clothes then headed to my sisters. When she opened the door she gave me a hug and peck on the cheek. I couldn't help but notice she had a loose T-shirt and shorts again. But this time, she was not wearing a bra. I could feel the tightness growing in my pants. I had mixed emotions as we walked downstairs to her basement. Her braless shirt was very distracting and I shook my head to clear it. "Well time to get everything out." I said almost to myself. I saw the large plastic box next to the door. I had worked on the inversion escape for a long time and I knew it would be a hit. I thought why not start out with one of my best. "Sis, come help me move this over to the stage area. I want to try this escape first," I told her. "This is a wonderful escape that I have worked on. It is based on the Houdini water escape," I told her with just a little bit of pride. "Help get me tied and strapped and I will let you hook me up to lower me upside down in the box." I was really excited to show her how cool the illusion looked. I got out all the chains, straps and ropes and laid them on the ground at my feet, getting ready to show her how to attach them to me. I could see Barb just standing there, almost in a trance, looking at the box and the chains around me. She almost shook herself back to reality. "You know, Teddy, why not let me do it first? I know I don't know how to escape, but that is not the point. The point is for you to see how it looks to the audience. You hook me up first and get an idea how it will look from a different perspective. Then you can make changes if you need to." Barb made the statement with such animation that she seemed to be getting as excited as me. I rolled the idea over in my mind and had to admit it was a good idea. I had never been able to see how the audience would see my escape. "Great idea, sis. But you will have to get into something more comfortable and flexible," I told her, realizing the tight jeans she had on would in no way work. She ran upstairs in a flash. I could hear her pulling open drawers. I started really looking at the best way to draw out the illusion of how well I was tied up in the box. I had just started laying out the rope, chains and straps when Barb came running back down to the basement. Now it was my turn to stare. She had on what looked like a leotard that was so tight; it almost looked painted on. My eyes drifted to her chest, and I could really see the outline of those big rings around her nipples. Her nipples looked even bigger than before if that was possible. I guess she did not have a sports bra because there was no way she was wearing anything under that tight leotard. I could feel my appreciation start to rise in my pants. It took all my will power to look up at her face and think about what to say next. "Umm, yeah. That will work, I guess," I somehow stammered out. "I guess I have grown a little since the last time I wore this thing, but it is very flexible," she said with that little squeak when she is excited. "Ok, stand over in front of the box and face the audience. They will be looking from that direction." I pointed to a lone chair I had put in front of us. "First, I want you to smile and try not to look nervous." Her beautiful face erupted in a smile. Even a little blush seemed to blossom on her face. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to draw your attention to one of the most difficult escapes you will ever witness. The inversion box mystery is very difficult to accomplish, and you will witness that all the chains and ropes that I use are real and not fakes." I was playing to an audience that was not there but I like the practice. I reached down and picked up a leather belt. I put the belt on Barb and pulled it tight, letting the steel rings on each side of the belt align with her sides. Barb seemed to let out a small gasp as I tightened up the belt. "You ok, did I get it too tight?" I asked her worriedly. "No, I'm fine, just caught me by surprise that all," she said, but I could tell her breathing was getting faster. I tied a leather strap around each of her wrists and her ankles. Again I pulled them tight as I strapped them down. Each time she gave a little shutter. I was a little confused with her reaction, but I just thought that maybe she was nervous. I kept getting distracted as her nipples rose and fell with her rapid breathing. It was keeping me from focusing on the illusion. I got two locks and locked her left wrist to the belt at her side. Then I did the same for the right side. She now had her arms pinned and could not lift them. Next I took a wooden board that was about 3 feet long and locked each of her ankles to each side of the board. I pushed her legs apart and connected each of her ankles. I looked up at her to make sure she was ok when I noticed that her leotard had slipped up tight between her legs. Every detail of her pussy was pressing against the thin material. I was close enough I could almost feel the heat coming of her, and it caused me to take a little longer than I should. To my total amazement, I could see that my sister had more than just her nipples pierced. I stared for what seemed like forever, looking at her almost visible pussy. It looked like she had maybe 3 or 4 rings in her pussy. My cock was already hard when she came down in that damn leotard; now it was like a rock. There was no way I could hide it now, so I just stood up and tried not to let her see. But to my amazement, my sister had her eyes closed and seemed to be in a different world. "Barb, listen up. The next part is very important. I am going to wrap you with this rope. The rope appears to only make it harder to escape, but the real reason for using it on this illusion is it gives support when being hung upside down. Watch very carefully how I tie the rope around you." I somehow managed to get it out without my voice giving away my excitement. There was a ring in the back of the belt I had placed around her waist and I tied it there to start. I went over her left shoulder and between her legs. I tried to let the rope rest to the side of her pussy, but as I pulled it tight, it slipped between her pussy lips. She let out air quickly between her clinched teeth. There was even a very slight shutter. I looked up at her face. What I saw was sheer ecstasy. I may be slow, but I know when a woman is turned on. I forgot all about being gentle and roughly started running the rope over her other shoulder and between her legs. The rope slipped between her ass cheeks and disappeared in the depths of her sexy ass. This had the effect of pulling the leotard material up between her legs until I could see it start to slip into her smooth pussy. As the material slipped into her pussy, I could see the rings in her pussy lips starts to show. On both sides of the material, I could see part of the golden rings start to slip out of the thin material that kept them trapped. I was in a trance as the rings were slowly revealed until over half the rings exposed. They must have been close to 1 inch in diameter and seemed to glisten with wetness. I kept tension on the rope, pulling it tight in the cleft of her lips and made another pass across the right shoulder. It Had To Be Magic Ch. 01 My hands were shaking, and I could feel the heat from my own face as blood rushed to my head with excitement. My heartbeat was so fast that my ears were throbbing with each beat. I passed the rope again between her legs and let my hand brush across the exposed rings on the right side of her leotard. I pulled the rope up at the same time, causing more of her leotard to disappear into her wet pussy and was rewarded with the front ring almost completely being exposed. I could now see that the rings were attached to her labia and the brushing of my hand across the rings caused a slight tug that pulled on her labia and her wetness to transfer to back of my hand. Her wetness was like a drug that was sweeter than any perfume or flower. The slight tug on her labia caused her to body to give a quiver, and a slight gasp came from her mouth. The blood in my cock was pulsing to beat of my heart. My cock felt like it was trying to tear my pants to escape. I could see her eyes were almost glazed, and she was not looking at anything at all. Her body was here, but where her mind was I could not say. All I did know is there was ecstasy in that gaze. I helped her to lie on her back while I attached the winch to the board to hang her upside down. I quickly hooked the winch with shaking hands and started lifting her up. As her legs were lifted, the ropes between her legs started pushing harder against her pussy. Her face was so red now and her breathing was coming out in gasps. I lifted her all the way off the floor, her body hanging upside down. With her hair touching the floor, I could see between her spread legs that her juices were flowing freely, and her exposed labia rings were dripping her wetness. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life. I was dizzy with lust. I watched in almost slow motion as a bead of her juices flowed down around the golden ring and slowly onto the floor. I continued to lift her when I stopped to capture the real beauty of the view. "Sis, you need to let the audience know you can't get loose. Try to lift up your back and rock back and forth." This was not really part of the act but I knew it would cause the ropes to rub across her clit. A thought ran through my mind in a flash. "Let me get my camera so I can see how it this is working out," I managed to get out without messing up the words. I ran over to the corner of the basement and pulled out my camera. I turned around just in time to see my sister rocking back and forth quickly then start shaking. I have been with enough women to know what going on; she was having an orgasm and trying to hide it. She was so turned that she could not see me watching her. So I quickly took a few pics, without the flash, of her in the spasms of a huge orgasm. I gave her a few seconds to recover and returned with my camera. I acted like I had no idea she had just had a huge orgasm. But a hard cock could not hide my excitement. "We are going to have to make this quick. You are starting to get red in the face, sis," I told her in a voice that I hoped convince her I wasn't lusting after her. She seemed to recover and agreed with me that she was getting light-headed. Just a few more minutes, I told her as I took a few more pictures, making sure to zoom in on her almost completely exposed pussy lips and rings. I lifted her up higher and placed the box under her. I don't think she realized that from all the shaking she had done that her large breasts were almost out of the leotard. There was even a hint of her areola peeking above the material. I lowered her into the box and placed the top on with only her feet exposed. As I locked the top on, I could see that more of her nipple was working its way out of the top. I quickly took a few more pictures. I took the last one just as her nipple let go of the material and popped out, in all its glory, with that huge nipple ring following. I quickly put the camera down and unlocked the box and got her back on the ground. She was in such a state I don't think she even realized that both her nipples were over her leotard top. I began to untie her once she was on the ground. I was facing her back and took the locks on her wrists and untied the rope. When I went back to the front, she had her top pulled back up as if it never fell down. I couldn't help but glance down and see that she had pulled her leotard bottoms out some, but not all the way, and a golden wet metal ring peeked out. "That was harder than I thought it would be, Teddy. I need to rest. I am a little light-headed." she told me, standing up and heading upstairs. I have to admit I was light-headed as well, but mostly because all the blood had gone to my cock. I don't think there was anything left for my brain. I grabbed the camera and went to the bathroom. I looked over the pictures of my sister hanging upside down and zoomed in on her labia rings hanging out and covered with her pussy juice. I dropped my pants in a flash and started pumping my cock. It seemed to take only seconds until I shot my load all over the bathroom floor. I was still pumping and shaking when I heard a moan coming from my sister's bedroom. There was a small buzzing noise and I knew she was at it again. I never even had the chance to get soft as the blood rushed back into my cock. In my mind, I could see her running the vibrator over her clit. Her legs spread wide and her labia rings bouncing off the warm plastic transferring the vibration to her pussy. I opened the door to the bathroom and walked to her bedroom door. The sound was louder and I could hear her moans more clearly. I wanted to open the door so bad. It was more than a desire is was like a primal impulse that I just had to obey. As I looked at the doorknob, I found my hand was already on it, ready to turn. It was at that second that I heard her orgasm. The sound was so strong and intense, it was like a force of nature. Unable to be contained and had to be released. I was so hard I only touched myself for two strokes and shot off again all over her door and floor. As my body stopped shaking, I came to my senses and went back to the bathroom, closed the door and got dressed. I got my pants back on just as I heard her bedroom door open. I waited a minute longer before leaving the bathroom to make sure she was gone. I was worried about the mess I left. Quickly, but quietly, I went back to her bedroom door. I was surprised to see that there was no sign of my creamy release. I was totally confused. I am sure I shot off a load standing right here, I thought to myself. But I didn't need to hang around looking suspicious. I tried to compose myself to act normal and headed downstairs. "You feeling better, sis?" I asked her with a concerned tone. "So much better, Teddy. You are so sweet for worrying." Her tone was as sweet as honey. I noticed she had changed to loose T-shirt and jeans. She looked as if everything was just as normal as ever. I felt like I was in a minefield, not sure if my next step would blow up in my face. So I decided to probe very carefully with my every word. "I think I can improve on the looks of the escape. From the audience point of view, it looked too easy to get out of the ropes. I am going to have to work a way to tie the ropes to look stronger and more convincing," I tried to say very casually. I knew the next thing out of her mouth could be the explosion I was dreading. I was preparing for her to yell at me for letting her become so exposed. She had to know I had seen her tits and her pussy lips. My heart was beating faster as I waited for her response. But to my surprise, it was sweet as normal. "Ok, well just let me know if you need me to help you once you get it all worked out." She smiled. "I'm going to go to the store and pick up a few things then I will fix us some dinner," Barb said as she turned to get her coat and keys to her car. I stood there in complete shock. How is everything back to normal? I just saw my sister have an orgasm hanging upside down and she acted like nothing at all happened. It was like the last hour and a half never happened at all. I didn't know what to think. My mind was racing all over the place and seemed to find no way to make sense of what was going on. I stood there for at least 2 minutes without moving. I could not make it clear in my head. I began to go back to the basement to work on the changes to the escape when the vision of my sister in the bed with her vibrator came to my mind with an almost audible pop. I went back to her bedroom door and slowly turned the knob. I was so scared. The fear of being caught, or even more, the fear of what I would find caused me to shake a little. I opened the door slowly and turned the light on. Her room looked just like any bedroom that a woman would have. Posters, makeup, clothes on the floor was the first thing I saw as I entered. I saw her leotard lying on the bed and could not help but pick it up and smell her sex. The crotch of her leotard was soaked. I was hard in a second and was about to jerk off in her leotard when I realized I didn't have very much time. I looked under her bed and between her mattresses, but nothing really stood out. I continued my search when a thought hit me. I looked under the pillow and there was her vibrator. It was still warm from her juices and I put it to my nose. It was the most erotic smell in the world. My cock was as hard as ever. I had to have some release soon. I knew she could be back anytime now and wanted to finish my exploration of her room. I was just about to pick up her leotard back up and get some relief when I noticed her laptop computer on her desk. I know it's wrong to snoop into someone's computer. It's a huge invasion of privacy, but in for a penny and all that. I was in luck. She had not turned it off so it was just in screensaver mode. I swiped across the mouse pad and the screen came to life. I first checked her history in her browser windows and surprised to see she had it set to erase all history with each exit. "Smart, sis," I said out loud. I searched all her picture albums. There was nothing really there. I was just about to give up when I noticed a lock in the left-hand corner of the screen. "Very interesting, now what do we have here?" I said in a mumble. It only took me a few seconds to realize my sister had an encrypted folder on her drive. A few keystrokes later and I saw it was a huge file over 50 gigs. I knew I could break into her files. But there was no way I could do it quickly. I ran to my car and pulled out a 64-gig USB drive and copied the whole folder onto the drive. The next part was just pure luck. Working for a company that fixes computers and computer systems, I had many very great tools. One was a RAM dump utility. Chances are, if she had not turned off her computer since the last time she used the encrypted file, the key will still be in memory. I ran the utility and waited for it complete as I watched the copy slowly complete. It was showing about 4 minutes to finish. An impulse hit me. I reached on the bed and picked up Barb's wet leotard. I unzipped my pants and wrapped it around my cock. I could feel her wetness and the slickness of the material as I pulled it up and down my cock. I pumped my cock thinking about my sister's wet pussy. I was so hard and it felt so good. I was not even paying attention to the time. I could feel my balls tighten and I knew I was about to explode when I heard the door open in the kitchen. "Teddy can you help me with the groceries?" Barb yelled from the kitchen I could not stop now. I could feel the explosion approach. One more stroke and my exploded in my sister's leotard. I threw it on her bed. Quickly I put my cock back in my pants. I glanced over to her computer and noticed I still had ten more seconds to go. I was caught between making a run for it and waiting the last ten seconds. I had to have that key so I held my breath and waited. I heard the beep and pulled out the USB drive and just managed to get the lights off and door closed to her bedroom. I walked to the center of the hall when my sister turned the corner and looked up. I jumped a little as I saw her. "Sorry, sis. I was in the bathroom and didn't hear you get back." I lied. "Dinner will be in about 20 minutes, Teddy" She smiled and went back to the kitchen. We ate dinner just like it was old times. Talking about stuff we did growing up and boyfriends and girlfriends. All and all, it was a very nice dinner. After I ate, I told her I had to get some sleep since it was about a 30-minute drive back to my apartment. She offered to let me say the night, but I refused. I told her I appreciated the offer, but I had other stuff I had to get done at home. I gave her a hug and peck on the cheek and almost ran to my car. I was totally obsessed with my sister's secrets. What did she have to hide? I know this was the terrible breach of trust, but I had to know. It was near 11:00 PM when I got back home. I was not even a little bit tired. I booted up my computer and loaded up the encrypted folder. "Now let's just see if the key is still in the memory dump." I was almost shaking with excitement. I worked for hours running several different edit tools and programs to look for a match of the key with the folder. The process is slow and has to check millions of possibilities. But with luck, it will be there. If I have to do it with brute force, it will take weeks not hours. I went and got some coffee, letting the computer work on doing what it does best - crunching numbers. At 2:00 AM, I heard a ding. It was finished. I went to the screen and found the words I have wanted to see. "KEY FOUND". I loaded the key into a file and placed it in the program to start to decrypt the folder. In 4 minutes, it was done. I had over 50 gigs of private files from my sister's computer. It was at that very moment a voice of guilt entered my mind. I hesitated before clicking on the folder I had labeled Barb. My finger hovering over the button to open up the folder. If I do this, there is no going back. These were private things that she never wanted anyone to know about. The guilt was growing, but the vision of her pussy rings overpowered any moral outrage my mind tried to place in my way. I hit the enter key. The folder erupted on my screen with tens of thousands of files. There was everything in this folder; word documents, picture files, video files, even passwords. There were thousands of word and text documents that would take years to read everything. I sorted the folder by date and went from the latest to the oldest. The entry was only two days ago and it was a picture file. I opened it up and there was my sister totally naked on her bed with her legs spread wide. She had what looked like weights on her nipple rings that were pulling hard down on her nipples as she spread her pussy with her one hand by pulling on her labia ring and with her other hand pressing the vibrator on her clit. This was more than I could take. I started jerking off while looking at the picture. I had the picture viewer set up to advance after 10 seconds so the next picture came into view. It was even hotter as the picture caught her in the middle of an orgasm as she pushed 4 fingers deep in her pussy. I could see her hands covered with her wetness. I didn't make it to another picture advanced when I shot off my third load of the night. I paused the viewer to clean myself up and had to catch my breath. I was becoming completely obsessed with my sister. This was so wrong. I should stop now and sleep on this before I look at more. I closed the folder and collapsed in the bed at almost 4:00 AM. I slept for about two hours when the alarm on the clock woke me. "Time to go to work," I thought as I dragged myself out of the bed. I got in the shower and was starting to wake up when the magnitude of the folder I had decrypted hit me. There must be 5 or 6 years of stuff in that folder. Every secret and detail of her life was in that one folder and I had only got a glimpse of it. Just thinking about what I had seen had me hard again. There was no way I could go to work today. I got out and called work to tell them I didn't feel very well and needed to take the day off. As soon as that was taken care of, I slipped on a pair of running shorts and a T-shirt before booting up my computer. That little voice of guilt was still there, but now it was more of a whisper and had no sway. I decided to skip around a little and just see a little of everything. I saw a video file from about 2 years ago and opened it up. It was a video of my sister and her ex-boyfriend David, I think was his name. They both had their clothes on. The camera seemed to be on a tripod; no one seemed to be moving it. The video was pretty good, but the audio was awful; I could just barely hear what was being said. I saw my sister reach in a drawer and pull out a leather collar and place it around her neck. After she had the leather collar on, he ordered her to strip. She kept her head down and slowly started removing her clothes. I was surprised to see she did not have her nipples pierced but there was 5 piercings in her pussy. There were 2 on each side of her labia and one in her clit hood. The rings were smaller than the ones I had seen, but just as sexy. "On your knees, slave, and show me how you appreciate my cock," I heard him say through the bad recording. I watched as she used her teeth to unzip his fly and her mouth to unhook his belt. The wait was killing me. I could tell from her face that it was driving her crazy with lust as well. I was in a trance watching my sister use only her mouth to remove his cock, and it slipped into her waiting mouth. I could not hear what he was saying, but it was obvious that she was not allowed to use her hands. As his cock grew in her mouth, I was surprised to see just how big he really was. My sister was only taking about half his cock in her mouth when he grabbed her hair in his hands and pushed his cock all the way to his balls. "All the way, bitch. Stick that tongue out like I taught you," he growled. I watched as her tongue extended out under his cock. I could tell she could not breathe, but he still would not let her off his cock. Her face was red, and there was a bulge in her throat. She had swallowed his whole cock. After about 30 seconds of making her choke on his cock, he let her up to breathe. She gasped in air with tears in her eyes, but there was no hiding the wetness dripping down her leg. She loved every second of it. Just as she was able to breathe again, he started face-fucking her hard. Each time she didn't take him all the way down, he would grab her hair and force it down. My emotions were totally at odds. I had never been so excited and at the same time wanted to beat the shit of this asshole for doing this to my sister. But even as I thought that, I could see the joy and pure rapture in her face. She was doing everything she wanted and no one was making her do anything. She was his submissive, but that is what she demanded of a boyfriend. I understood now and that only turned me on more. I fast-forwarded till he looked like he was about to cum and went back to normal speed. She was really into sucking his cock now, and I could see he was close to cumming. I wanted to see how she likes it, on her face, her tits or in her mouth. As he stated to grow and tighten up, I saw her pull her mouth off his cock and open as wide as possible. She was just a few inches from his cock, but she waited for the eruption that was sure to come. The first explosion hit her square in the center of her open mouth. His hand went down to his pulsating cock and started pumping all he had into her open eager mouth. I could see with each pump that he was dumping more and more cum into her open mouth. With his last spasm and pump, he seemed to get it all out. Her mouth was still open, showing her master that she had caught it all. "Now swallow it all and if you let any escape you will be punished." It Had To Be Magic Ch. 01 I watched as she carefully closed her mouth and tried to swallow. There was just too much in her mouth and a little leaked from the corner of her mouth. She almost made it, but almost didn't count. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the bed then flipped her over on her stomach. He quickly tied her wrists to the headboard and spread her legs as wide as possible before tying them to the foot board. She was pleading with him. "I am so sorry, master. I will do better next time," I heard her whimper through the static. "I know you will. And this will help you remember." He let out a deep chuckle. He grabbed a butt plug from a nightstand and stuck it in her mouth. "Suck on this for a little while. Do not let it fall out of your mouth unless you really want to have to pay," he growled. He started smacking her ass with his hands. First the left ass cheek then the right, back and forth in a steady rhythm. With each smack, I could see her still trying to suck on the anal plug in her mouth. I could tell from the redness on her ass, it was starting to really sting. After a little while, I could see she was grinding her hips into the bed trying to get herself off. He gave her one hard slap on her ass. Her ass was so red, it looked as if it had been painted. That last slap almost made her drop the plug in her mouth, but she managed to hold on to it at the last second. He removed the butt plug from her mouth and started slowly inserting it in her ass. He teased her with just the tip. Slipping it in just a little and then stopping. Then he would remove it and do it again. She was bucking her hips, trying to get him to put it in further. He would pull it back, never allowing more than the tip to enter her. "Beg me. You have to ask. What do you want?" It was an order and she knew it. "Please. I need my butt plug, sir," she whimpered. As soon as she asked him, he inserted it all the way in until all that could be seen was the flange at the base. The butt plug had a pretty diamond crystal molted into the base that sparkled in the lights. It only made the viewing more erotic. She let out a groan that was so close to orgasm, but was not yet there. He took his belt off and rested the leather lay across her ass. He didn't even smack her with the belt; he just drug it back and forth across her ass cheeks. With each slow pull of the belt across her ass, she would moan even louder. "Now, you are not to orgasm until I give you permission. Do you understand?" There was power in his voice now. "I am going to place my cock in your mouth. You are going to worship my cock. Your only desire is to feel my cock in your mouth. If you show me that my cock is your desire then I will not whip you with the belt. If at one time you lose focus, you will feel the belt. If you orgasm before I tell you, you will be punished longer and harder. Do you understand?" His voice was quick and commanding. She started off good, but then he started playing with her nipples. Pulling on them and rubbing them between his fingers. She started moaning with each tug and I could see she stated rubbing her hips in the bed again trying to get some friction on her clit. He saw it and was even waiting for it. In a flash, the belt came across her ass with a crack. A cry came out of her mouth, but she never let his cock fall out. The red strip on her ass was almost a whelp. She doubled her effort in sucking and licking his cock. Her every action was to please this cock that was in front of her. Her eyes looked almost glazed over as if her she was not even there. I had seen that look myself when she was hanging upside down and tied up. He began to tease her by pulling his cock just out of her mouth's reach. She would stretch as far as the rope would allow, even push her tongue out to get a little more reach. He would allow his cock to always be close enough so there was a way for her to reach it. The very tip of her tongue licked over the tip of his cock. She was and so hungry for it. She was fighting the ropes with all her strength to just get a little more reach. She managed to pull hard enough to get another inch of reach so her tongue could now reach all around the head of his cock. "That's it. You know you need it. There is nothing you would not do to get my cock just a little closer. Your mouth is thirsting for it. A good slut should be rewarded," he said in a silky voice. With one quick thrust, he pushed his cock down her throat. She had her tongue extended all the way out. It was amazing to see his cock slide all the way down her waiting throat. She didn't even seem to realize she was tied and had a butt plug in her. All she really wanted was his cock. At that moment, I know she would have done anything to get it. She wasn't just trying to please him. She really wanted it more than anything. I could see it in her eyes. There was a savage desire, almost animalistic aggression to have his cock. "That it, baby. It's all yours now. Enjoy my cock," he cooed. She was totally lost on his cock, kissing, sucking and licking every inch of his cock like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. He let her continue for a while then very gently pulled his cock out of her reach. She was still struggling against the ropes, wanting to get it back in her mouth. "No, No. Please I have to have it." She looked almost insane with desire. "Shhh. It's ok, baby. It's ok." He was so gentle with his words. His tone was so tender and soft that it didn't register at fist. He walked behind her slowly. I could see her eyes never left his cock as it swayed back and forth. She was actually drooling and struggling to get that cock back in her mouth. He slowly removed the butt plug and placed the tip of his cock in her ass. Slowly he inched his cock in her ass. He would get a little in then stop. She started pushing her hips back against the pressure of his cock, but he only pulled back. Again he let a little more in her ass as her moans grew louder. He was very slow and even a little gentle as he slowly pumped his cock back and forth. I could see her breathing get faster and faster as he started fucking her ass faster. Before long she was screaming. "You may have your orgasm now," he said is a very soft and sweet tone. It was as if she had been waiting on those words. She started shaking all over and exploded in one orgasm that seemed to keep going. I thought it would stop, but she would catch her breath her body would go stiff and begin to shake again. I had only one girlfriend that was multi-orgasmic, but this seemed to go on and on. I could see that he was close to having an orgasm as he arched his back. He came in her ass just as she had the strongest orgasm yet. They were both covered in sweat and breathing hard as he collapsed on top of her and rested with his cock still buried in her ass. I watched as he slowly got flaccid and popped out of her ass. He untied her and she took off the collar. Then the most amazing thing happened. They started talking about stuff they wanted to do that day like nothing they had just done even happened. I saw him go over and turn of the camera. I sat there dumbfounded. I had seen this behavior of my sister as well. After she had her orgasm, it was like nothing ever happened. How long has this been going on? Just how wild is my sister? These questions haunted me and I knew I had to find the answers. It Had To Be Magic Ch. 02 This is part 2 of a 3 part story. To understand what is going on I would recommend that you read the first part. The brother has discovered his sister is very kinky and wants to learn more. Part 2 – The Knowledge I sat in my chair, trying to make it all clear in my mind. I had the knowledge of every secret and desire of my sister. This was unreal, but it was also power. But dare I use this knowledge to my advantage? Again the guilt began to come back. I truly love my sister. I don't want to hurt her. How will this affect our relationship? I had to ponder these questions before I could go any further. Several times I started to delete the private folder I had stolen from my sister. But each time I would see her in my mind's eye being tied up and hanging upside down. I couldn't do it. I had to know more. I knew now that no matter where this path would lead I had to go down it. Looking at the clock, I realized my sister would be calling soon to see when I was coming over again today. I wanted to make some changes to my escape trick, but at the same time I wanted to see how far I could push my sister as well. My cock started getting hard just thinking of seeing my sister orgasm again. As long as she thinks everything I do is part of the magic trick then she would probably go along with it. What really gets her hot? Well, time for a little research. I turned on my computer, opened my sister's private folder, and started viewing her photos. I had better stay away from the videos for a while. Last time I watched one of those, I ended up unable to contain myself. This was going to require that I not lose control. I opened several pictures where she appeared to be in the throes of orgasm. One thing they all had in common was she was tied up and blindfolded. I wrote down both items for consideration. I really started looking closely at the pictures. The knots that were used were not just functional, but very attractive. The guy who tied her up was really masterful in his presentation of the knots he used. I realized how drab and dull my own knots looked compared to the ones in the pictures. Presentation was very important, so I need to step up my game when it comes to my rope work. Since the day I first decided to be an escape artist, learning about knots and locks was a necessity. I reached up on my shelf and took down one of my references on knots. Getting out a piece of paper, I drew out a very simple sketch of a woman's body. I started with laying out the ropes so they didn't just wrap the body, but opened and closed to conform to the body. After several rough attempts, I finally had a really hot looking design. The only thing I would have to add, besides more ropes, was a leather collar with a ring. As soon as I wrote the words down on the paper, my cock sprung to life. "What am I thinking?" I said out loud. I can't put a leather collar on my sister. This would not look like a trick; it would look almost pornographic. I had drawn the collar in without even realizing what it looked like. It was not my mind that was doing the thinking. I looked over the sketch several times. Damn it looked really great. I had to find a way to change the rope work so as not to use the leather collar around her neck. But try as I may, I just could not change it. It was perfect. The layout and the contour around the body would look so good. I could not even bring myself to erasing one line on the sketch. "What am I going to do now?" I almost screamed. I realized that maybe I didn't need to do away with it. All I need to do was make it not look like something from a BDSM scene. I took another piece of paper and started sketching out just the collar by itself. I had to have two rings to start the ropes. I then drew the leather belt that went around the waist. If I could connect them, it should look more like a commercial restraint. I sketched in four leather straps that went from the leather collar to the belt. Two went behind the back while the other two were in the front. I had to spread them out enough so that if my sister wore this it would go beside her tits and not mash them. I allowed more space and added all the buckles. "This will work," I said joyfully. I realized I just had enough time to drive to Lenny's and see if he could make it for me. I grabbed both sketches and my car keys and took off. I drove up to his business and saw him in the back, repairing some leather furniture. "Lenny, I need a really big favor. I am working on a new escape trick and I need some new gear." I tried to look hopeful. I handed him the drawing of the harness and gave him time to study it. "Well, it's not that hard to make. I can have it to you in a few days, if that's ok," Lenny said. "Well, to be honest, I was hoping to try it out tonight. I finally have a show booked, and I need all the time I can to practice." I almost begged him. Lenny held up his hand and chuckled. "I thought you would say something like that! Man, you are always in a hurry. Come on. I can make it in about an hour if you help." True to his word, in just over an hour, it was done. It looked really wicked. It looked like something you would restrain a criminal or a lunatic. Just the look I wanted. I paid him, grabbed my sketches and leatherwork, and headed back to the car. I had just about enough time to get to my sister's. My timing could not have been better. I drove in her driveway just as she pulled in behind me. "Hey sis, you ready to get back to work?" I said as I gave her a hug. It just blows me away how classy my sister looks when she is wearing her business casual clothing. Her hair was up, and her makeup was very simple but elegant. No one would ever believe the animal that lies beneath those clothes. "Sure, Teddy. Just let me change and get a glass of wine. It's been a really long day." Her shoulders dropped and her eyes looked tired. As I sat down with her, we both enjoyed the wine when she asked me about what I was going to do tonight. I told her how I had made several changes to the illusion. I explained how the rope work looked very unprofessional and it looked too easy to escape. I had redesigned the straps and the rope work to look better. I reached in my backpack and handed her the sketch I had made of the harness. I could see she seemed to perk up considerably. I then showed her sketch of the new rope work and pulled out the new leather harness to show her how it really looked. At once I saw it. That look in her eyes. That distant stare without even a blink. It only lasted a few seconds, but I saw it. She kept sipping on her wine and in a casual tone asked, "You need my help tonight with it?" Even as the words left her mouth, I could see she wanted to so bad she could not stand it. There was even a slight squirm in her chair as she acted like she didn't have a care in the world. That look and the squirm was all I need to start getting hard. It was all I could do to tell her that I didn't need her help. Just to see the panic look in her eyes would have been exciting. But a part of me worried she may just say ok. "Sure, sis. Give me 10 minutes or so to set everything up," I agreed. I ran to the basement as quick as I could. I was prepared today. I brought my video camera with me and found a good pace to record without being too obvious. Then I got all the stage lights out and set up so the stage was really brightly lit up. It did kind of look like a poor-man's stage. I turned on the camera just as I heard the door open and saw my sister come down the stairs. I was almost worried she would change into something other than that skin-tight leotard, but one quick glance showed me I had nothing to worry about. "Teddy, is it bright enough for you? Those lights are really bright," she said as she walked toward me. "You have to get use to them. A real stage is every bit this bright," I told her. I had her stand in front of the box as before. I had to stare just for a second, looking at her beauty. I doubt she realize just how transparent her leotard was under the bring lights. I reached down and grabbed my new leather harness. I placed it around her waist as before, pulling it tight. Again her lips let out a slight gasp. Knowing it was not pain, I didn't comment and continued. "Lift your neck up," I instructed her as I placed the leather collar around her neck. I could feel her breath on my hand as I hooked the latch on the leather collar, and it caused my cock to stir. I took my time latching the collar, even wrapping my hand around her throat. I did this very slowly, pretending to adjust the collar. With my hand around her throat, I could feel her pulse racing. I could actually see her nipples were getting harder and stuck out more against the thin fabric. I could see that distant stare start, but I wanted to make her wait. Part of the fun was trying to make it last as long as possible. "I have decided to make this trick little bit harder. I am going to be blindfolded. But if you don't want me to blindfold you, I can still get the idea," I mentioned casually. "No! You have to blindfold me," She said in almost a panic. Her excitement was so apparent. "You can't really see how it will look. So you have to," she continued. It was pretty lame excuse, but I acted like it was good idea. As I placed the blindfold over her eyes, I looked into her eyes as the blindfold dropped over them and could see that distant glazed stare return. Now that she could not see me really checking her out, I stepped back to look at how hot she was looking. I noticed the elastic in her leotard top had stretched a lot from our last use. There was a lot more cleavage on display than there was before. I was going to take my time. I slowly took her left hand and placed the strap on it, locking it to the belt. I adjusted the belt as I locked her wrists. As I had hoped, it pulled the fabric down, exposing more of her tits. I did the same with the right, making sure to pull down on the belt again. After the second pull, I could see areola start to emerge from her top. Her tits were coming out a lot easier than the first time. I must have really stretched her top last time. My cock was hard, and I was so excited at seeing her like this, I was having trouble thinking. I spread her legs, attached the ankle straps and locked her legs to the board that kept them spread. I could see a stain at her crotch. I was unsure if it was from her wetness, or the deposit I had left there the night before. "This going to take some time. I have never had to tie so many complex knots at one time," I told her as I got the rope out. "If you want to sit down for a few minutes before I get started, that will be fine. Once I start, you will have to stand until I am finished." She didn't answer me, just shook her head no and I started. I placed a short rope around the back of her neck so both ends draped in front of her resting on her breasts. I measured down to top of her breasts and tied a knot. Then I tied another knot just below her breasts. As I pulled and manipulated the ropes, I tugged on the leotard, letting more and more of her breasts escape. I was so close to having both her tits totally out of that leotard. It would not take too much more. I began the slow and complex pattern of crisscrossing the ropes around her sides, under her breasts and above them. I pulled the ropes, going under her breasts. With one last tug, both breasts came completely free. I let out a small gasp of my own as I viewed their beauty. Her breasts were squeezed between the ropes, making them stand out even more. I kept adjusting the ropes so that the ropes wrapping around her body were squeezing all sides of her breasts. Her breasts were a beautiful red from the contracting of the ropes, and her nipples looked to have swelled a half an inch. Her breathing was very quick, and her body shuddered each time I pulled any of the ropes tight. I had avoided her clit and pussy. I didn't want her to orgasm yet. I wanted to make this moment to last as long as possible. Now was the tricky part. At this point she was so gone, I could have probably just pulled her leotard bottoms to the side and expose her whole pussy. But it could also break the moment and that would end it all. I had to manipulate her leotard bottom to the side without it feeling like I was moving it. Last time, I just pulled the fabric in her pussy by pulling a rope between her ass cheeks. I wanted more this time. I wanted to see everything. I slipped the rope between her legs and let it rest next to the side of her leotard bottoms. I pretended to be adjusting the rope, but I was actually pulling the rope to the side, allowing it to pull the leotard. I could see the fabric start to bunch up and across her wet dripping pussy lips. The rope rubbed her labia rings as it pulled across, and she let out a loud moan. Her body was starting to shake in small tremors. I stopped moving the rope at once. If she started her orgasm now, it would all be over. I gave her a chance to let the tremor stop then went back to pulling the rope. With the smallest of tugs, her wet pussy was being exposed. It was so beautiful; the way the golden rings pulled her lips apart. Her wetness was so evident that it shined in the bright light. With only a few more pulls, I had it all the way to the side, and her pussy was completely exposed. My face was only inches from her dripping snatch; the smell was intoxicating. I could never in my life remember being this turned on. I wanted to jerk off so bad. I felt like I was about to cum in my pants when suddenly it struck me; she was blindfolded. She has no idea what I was doing. I unzipped my pants and let my cock free. It felt so good to let it escape its confine. I felt so bad for looking at my naked sister. I continued to tie the ropes around her with my cock just inches from her. I allowed my fingers to tug her nipple rings as the ropes came close. Each time I pulled a ring, her body would shake, her mouth would open and a deep-throated gasp escaped. Her tits rose and fell with each rapid breath, making her nipple rings seem to jingle. She had her mouth open in an "O" shape, and I could see her tongue start to slip out just a little. My cock throbbed and jerked. She was asking for something to be put in her mouth, and my cock knew it. I could not help myself; I started pulling harder on her nipple rings with each pass. I could hear her gasp with each hard tug, and her tongue extended out even more. I glanced at her beautiful wet pussy, to find her excitement was dripping down her leg and onto the floor. I have never seen a woman so turned on. I understood how she felt. I could feel the pre-cum forming on the head of my cock, and I had not touched it once. How was it possible for a mouth to look so inviting, so sexual and desirable? I wouldn't have though it was possible, but I wanted her mouth even more than I wanted her pussy. "I have finished with the rope," I told her with a quiver in my own voice from the excitement. "I am going to help you to lie on the floor, so I can hook up the winch to the board." She was so lost she just nodded. I helped her to squat down and was rewarded by seeing her pussy lips gap open wide. Her smell was so incredible and seemed to fill up the whole room. The ropes, belts and lights had her whole body sweating that it only added to her sexual aura. So very softly, I let the tip of my finger stroke across her clit. Once again, she let out that deep gasp and opened her mouth again in that perfect "O". I removed my finger quickly before she could be sure it was a touch and placed it in my mouth. It tasted better than honey. The throbbing in my cock was becoming almost painful as it bobbed up and down. I managed to hook up the winch and lifted her up slowly. I didn't want her to orgasm yet. As soon as her head cleared the floor, I started lifting faster. I wanted to smell that wet pussy again and see if I could taste more of her. I stopped with her pussy even with my head. Her whole cunt was so red as if it were engorged with blood. I very gently again allowed a single finger to just brush across her clit. It was so enlarged it was completely out of the hood that hid it. This time a louder moan came from her mouth, and her tongue extended out. I noticed that I had lifted her so that her mouth was only inches from my cock. I don't remember willingly placing her mouth the exact height of my cock, but there it was. Her mouth was still open, and she had extended her tongue even more. I stared at that open, waiting mouth and my cock started bobbing up and down like a racehorse eager to go. Almost in a dream, I felt my cock move closer and closer to her open mouth. I had no will power left at all. I could not stop; my body had a mind of its own. My hips moved until the tip of my cock brushed her extended tongue. As soon as her tongue came in contact with my dick, she began to strain her head to get more. Her tongue darted around the tip of my cock, licking up all the pre-cum that had leaked out. I remembered the video and willed myself to just let her reach the head of my cock. She was thrashing and groaning upside down, trying to get more of my cock in her mouth. I started pulling on her labia rings hard, placing them between my fingers and pulling all four up and apart at the same time. This caused her thrashing to become more erratic, causing her head to swing closer till she was able to get the head of my cock in her mouth. She clamped her mouth around the head of my cock, and the vacuum she created with her suction was incredible. She was actually pulling me in closer with her mouth. She was struggling so hard I could hear the straps creak as she strained against her bonds. I was becoming as lost as her. My carefully laid plans went completely out of my mind. There was no more teasing. I pushed my cock in her mouth and watched her devour it with a gulp. I started fucking her mouth. She took it with passion and obsession. I saw her tongue extend all the way out and had to see if I could force my cock all the way down her throat. I grabbed the collar around her neck and pushed the entire length of my cock down her throat. The sensation was unbelievable. I felt the head of my cock slip down her throat and tightness engulf the head as her throat squeezed. Her tongue was licking the top of my cock. I knew she could not breathe with my cock all the way down, but I held her there for a while, basking in the unknown pleasure. I let loose of the leather collar, and she pulled off just enough to gasp for breath. I started face-fucking her again with strong steady strokes, trying to make each stroke go all the way down. Once again, I reached down to the collar and pushed my cock all the way down her throat and held her. At the same time, I lowered my head and had my first full taste of her dripping wet pussy. I sucked and played with her clit as my fingers pulled on her rings. As I sucked her clit, I felt her body jerk and thrash in orgasm. The muscles in her throat clamped down even harder, but I would not let her off my cock. I held here there, unable to breathe but thrashing in orgasmic bliss. Just as her orgasm was slowing down, I let her off my cock to catch her breath and inserted 3 fingers in her pussy. My fingers slipped into her sloppy, wet pussy with ease, and I started quickly fucking her with them. She started bucking even as she was gasping for air. Not once did she let my cock slip from her mouth. I started rubbing my thumb over her clit as I fucked her pussy faster. I could tell she was close to another orgasm. This one seemed to be building up even faster than the first. I waited for her body to spasm then once again stuffed my cock down her throat. Her orgasm was even stronger than the first time. I could feel her throat squeeze my cock as her orgasms rocked over her body. As her orgasmic shakes slowed, I once again eased my cock back enough for her to breathe. She was like a wild animal with her shaking and thrashing around. I knew I could not last much longer and wanted to give an orgasm like I knew she could have. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and begin rubbing a finger around her ass. I made little circle motions with my finger around her ass bud. Then I let the tip of my finger slip in her ass just a little and pulled it out. Back and forth I set the pace, letting just a little more of my finger slip in with each stroke. She was moaning and bucking. Her mouth was all over my cock like an animal gone mad. I was fucking her ass with my finger in slow strokes then added another finger. She was squeezing her ass around my fingers as I fucked her. I could feel the build-up of cum deep inside me. My body stiffened as it prepared to release. I bucked my hips as hard as I could and felt my cock slip down her throat as I exploded. Pulse after pulse of cum shot out of my cock. My legs started feeling weak as I saw her shudder into an orgasm that seemed to make the whole room shake. I left my fingers in her ass, letting her enjoy the orgasm she deserved. It Had To Be Magic Ch. 02 Once I could see she was coming down from her orgasmic high, I removed my fingers slowly from her ass and put my cock back in my pants. I stepped back ready to help her back down when I realized what a sight she was. Her mouth was open, and there was cum bubbling out of her nose and from the sides of her mouth. Sweat covered almost all her body from the exertion. Her nipples were erect and red and her pussy was dripping all down her body as well. Her mouth closed, and she swallowed some of my cum that was left in her mouth. I heard a slight sigh escape her lips. She looked in every way a woman that was exhausted, but content. I let her down with the winch slowly getting her back on the ground. As I untied her, I was able to pull her leotard back over her breasts. She did not resist. After a few minutes, I had all the rope off and her leotard somewhat back in place. Lastly, I removed the locks on her wrists and ankles. Then I removed her blindfold and helped her up. "I am really tired, Teddy," she whispered. Her voice hinted at her total exhaustion. "I think I will go take a nap and rest." I watched as she climbed the stairs and wondered how this was going to change things. I put everything back up and picked up the camera, placing it in my bag. I went upstairs to wait for the fireworks or a long discussion that I was sure to follow. I went to the fridge and got a beer, sitting on the couch. I was scared. Would she blame me for everything that happened? I knew she enjoyed it, but would that matter? I am sure she will believe I took advantage of her. The more I thought about it, the more I was sure I would lose my sister forever. I am not sure how long I waited, but I drank enough courage that I was pretty buzzed when I head Barb's bedroom door open. There was no way to gloss over what I had done. I had face-fucked my sister. I had no way to deny it. As I saw her come down from her bedroom, she had changed into her jeans and T-shirt and seemed to be the same as always. Her hair was a mess, but she seemed her old self. "I hope you saved me a few?" she asked in a perky tone. "Yeah, should be several left," I answered, a little confused. I had prepared myself for a long talk about what we done was wrong. How this was my fault and she never wanted to see me again. I went over lots of different things in my head, but this wasn't one of them. She sat down beside me and looked over with just a little interest. "Well, are you happy with the changes in your escape?" she asked. "Yeah. I don't think I will change that escape anymore," I responded. "I am so thirsty. Those lights really make you thirsty, don't they?" she commented just as she guzzled the beer down. For the next hour we talked about work, movies, friends and books. Not one time did either of us mention a word of the incredible sex we had just had. I left after we ate and headed home, exhausted. I was physically and mentally exhausted. "You have just had sex with your sister, you sicko," I said to myself on the way home. "Oral sex is not the same as sex. That's what Bill Clinton claims, and if it's good enough for the President then it's good enough for me." It was a dumb argument I was having with myself. But I really didn't need that much convincing. I was content to know that we had not had sex, just oral sex. Which is not sex. I got home and fell in the bed, not even bothering to remove my clothes. In a very short time, I drifted off into a very deep sleep. I woke the next morning feeling refreshed. I cleared my head and started thinking about all the things that had happened the night before. Sooner or later we were going to have to talk about this. But there was no way I was going to bring it up first. I had the best sex of life, and it was with my sister. The really wild part was we didn't really have sex. This was messed up. I had to find another way to explain it. I dressed and went to work. After a typical 6-hour day of fixing people's fuck-ups, I was back home. As soon as I got home, I turned on my computer and opened up the secret folder I stole from my sister. I wanted to understand more. How long has she been like this? How far could this go? The answers were here. I was sure of that. I just had to be willing to dig hard enough and long enough to find them. It Had To Be Magic Ch. 03 *This is final part of my story it had to be magic. It will be very hard to understand what is going on without reading the first two parts. I have a new editor and would like to thank RF-Fast for editing the final part of my story. I hope you enjoy it. Part 3 Exploration I began to realize my sister was a submissive. Reading online about the whole BDSM world, I was surprised to find out it was not what I thought. I always thought being a submissive was the same as being a sex slave. Submissives are only there for your pleasure, at your every beck and call. But the more I read, I realized a true submissive is all about giving up control; but only when the Dom can be trusted to not allow any real harm come to them. It's a power play only when it is time to play. It is not something they do all the time. Most subs look and act just like everyone else. They have normal jobs, with families. Many of them are very strong and powerful men or women in the real world, but choose to be submissive in their sexual life. I was now beginning to understand. I read an article from one sub that having her boundaries pushed or a good spanking was like having an out of body experience. She went on to say it was like she was not even herself, but someone entirely different. She experienced an endorphin rush she described as more addictive than any drug. That explains how my sister can be so strong and tough at work and yet be totally submissive with sex. I was starting to understand a little more. I stopped reading online and started looking back in her folder. I looked at the dates and saw one from when she was about 18. I opened the picture and my eyes just about popped out. I couldn't believe I was looking at my sister's best friend Amanda. I had the hot's for her since I was thirteen. It showed Amanda lying on my sister's bed completely nude. She was laughing with her legs spread wide and her hands cupping her tits. In the photo, the flash emphasized her gaping pussy. I quickly had flashbacks, remembering hearing my sister and Amanda laughing in her room many times when I was a kid. I had actually fantasized about them having a pillow fight in the nude but nothing like this. This was better than any of my fantasies. She was even hotter than I had dreamed about. It was nice to see she was totally shaved like my sister. I guessed my sister had taken the picture, because the next picture was my sister posing the same way. They both looked so hot. The only difference was my sister had bigger nipples, but Amanda had bigger tits. In less than a second my cock was getting stiff. I placed the cursor on the next image. Click. It was hotter than the last two. Barb and Amanda were in an embrace, pressing their nipples together. Nipple to nipple and cheek to cheek, I had no idea just how close the two of them really were. Click. Next they were kissing. It was a deep kiss with their tongues deep in each other's mouths. Each cupping the other's tits as they kissed. My cock was throbbing. I had no idea my sister and my youthful fantasy were bi. I started advancing the pictures faster, eager to see more. Click. The next shot had them still in a deep kiss while running a hand over each other's wet pussy. My finger was shaking as it hovered over the enter key. My other hand was taking out my throbbing member. Click They got into a 69 and started eating each other out. I could see Amanda's tongue as it went deep into my sisters gaping pussy. My cock almost hurt from the blood rush as I looked at how very hot the two of them looked together. Click. In the next picture, Amanda was grabbing my sister by the hair and grinding her pussy into her mouth. Little meek and mild Amanda the dominate one? No way, I thought to myself. I was getting closer and closer to expelling my excitement. Click. The next showed Amanda pulling my sister on her back by her hair. It was a blurred shot but very erotic. I looked at my sister's face and saw that combined expression of pleasure and pain. Click. I advanced even more quickly as I was getting close to my release. This shot was sooooo hot. Amanda was riding my sister's face. Amanda had her back arched and was grinding her pussy and ass on my sister's mouth. At the same time she was pulling my sisters nipples straight up until her breasts looked like a cone. I don't see how my sister could even breathe. It looked like Amanda's weight was only supported by my sister's face. I could see her legs squeezing my sister's face; holding her in place. I was getting closer to an explosion. Click. I advanced to the next picture. This one showed Amanda in the throes of orgasm riding Barb's face. It was so exciting seeing how Amanda looked as she shook in orgasm. Click. The next two sent me over the edge. Amanda pulled my sister up on all fours. In Amanda's hand was my first wooden magic wand and she was running it in my sister's pussy My sister's eyes were closed, her head lifted up with her mouth hung open. She looked like a dog howling at the moon. Click. I advanced and was rewarded with seeing my sister in what was no doubt an orgasm. Amanda was pushing my magic wand in her pussy while her other hand was pulling back hard on my sister's hair. I let loose a huge load. I was actually shaking as pulse after pulse erupted from my engorged cock. As I finally came back to reality, I released my cock and discovered the mess I had made. I slowly caught my breath. As my mind returned, I started remembering all the times I had been looking for that wand only to have my sister find it. Yea, she knew where it was all the time, in her pussy. I went and got a drink with the pictures racing thru my mind. That was over seven years ago. I wonder if she still gets it on with Amanda. I knew Amanda had married two years ago and I was crushed that any chance to be with my fantasy woman was gone forever. An awful idea popped into my mind at once. Maybe I could use these pictures to blackmail Amanda into having sex with me. What would her husband think? No, I could never do it. One, my sister would know I had stolen her personal pictures and two I was not the blackmailer type. Better to just leave it in my private fantasy world. The reality was I didn't need Amanda. I had my sister and she now had me totally obsessed. I wanted to fuck her. Hard. I know everything I said to myself about oral sex not being sex. But I wanted it worse than anything in the world. I wanted to fuck her over and over in every way that can be called sex. I wanted to try it all and I wanted to do it with my sister. I had crossed the line when I shot my cum into my sister's mouth. There was no going back now, I finally admitted it to myself. No reason to try to hide it anymore. I simply had to fuck her and I was not going to stop until I found a way to do it. I still had some time left and sat back down at my computer. I looked in the folder again and saw she had a word document that looked like a diary. . I opened it and started reading. The date looked like the entry was a few months before the pictures I just viewed. Tues. May 23 "Today was very close call. I was masturbating in the den when my brother came home early. I just had time to pull my skirt down when he opened the door. I know he saw my red face but I told him I had fallen asleep. I am sure he believed me. It's a good think that I stopped wearing panties a few years ago or they would have been on the floor. It's really funny remembering when me and Amanda made the dare to go one month without panties. I never dreamed how much I loved it. Two years later and I still only wear them when I have to. Amanda feels the same way, I know the only time she wears them is when she is wearing her cheerleader outfit. The freedom feels so good and it does feel just a little naughty." I had another flashback. I remember coming home early and seeing my sister on the couch with her face all red. If only I had come home two minutes earlier. Oh what I may have seen. I skipped over many of the entries as they were boring, stuff about her day and fights with friends. I skimmed over several weeks before I came to an entry that looked interesting. Sat. June 17 "Last night was so wild, me and Amanda went out on a double date with her boyfriend and a friend of his. Larry was nice enough but I knew right away I would not let him fuck me. He just didn't turn me on at all. Amanda was so excited setting us up. She came over and we got all dressed up. Amanda picked out a short black skirt for me to wear with a white blouse. She wore a very low cut summer dress that showed off a lot of her cleavage. As usual neither of us wore panties but she decided to ditch her bra. The blouse I was wearing was so sheer, with my abnormally long nipples I couldn't go without one. The date was ok and the dinner was good but Amanda almost got me into trouble. She is always the one that likes to stir up trouble. She has not changed a bit since we were kids. We went to a club after dinner and sat and talked. It was a nice club with the small tables and a long flowing tablecloth. We were sitting talking when I felt a foot start rubbing my leg. I knew it was Amanda but I pretended nothing was going on. Her foot kept inching up my leg until she had it between my legs. I should have pushed her foot down but I didn't. I actually slid to the edge of my chair and spread my legs. I almost jumped as her toe touched my pussy. She started rubbing her big toe up against my clit and back down. I almost let out a gasp as she started rubbing my pussy with her toe. People were all around us. Our dates sat right next to us. I tried to listen to the conversation, but all I was really doing was trying hard not to scream. Amanda sat like she didn't have a care in the world as she continued rub my clit in the middle of the bar. I guess my face was getting red and I looked a little sick when my date noticed and asked me if I felt ok. I told him I need to go the powder room and pushed Amanda's foot down from between my legs. Amanda got up and went with me. I was so wet I wondered if I left a puddle on my seat. I could feel my excitement begin to drip down my leg. When I got into the bathroom stall to clean myself up, Amanda pushed her way into my stall. She closed the door and put her hand over my mouth. She pulled up my skirt and stated finger fucking me hard. I heard women coming in and out of the bathroom as she rubbed my clit with her fingers. She wouldn't take her hand off my mouth for fear I would moan. She started really fucking my pussy with three fingers while keeping me pinned to the bathroom wall. I was so wet her fingers slipped in me with ease. I was already close to an orgasm when she whispered in my ear, "If I get you off you have to lick me right here." All I could do was nod my head and immediately I let loose with the strongest orgasm of my life. She pulled her fingers out of my pussy and stuck them in my mouth and had me clean her fingers with my lips and tongue. Amanda pushed me to my knees, put one foot on the toilet, lifted her sundress and spread her legs. She grabbed my head and jammed it hard into her smooth pussy. Amanda's pussy was as wet as mine and I could tell it wouldn't take much for her to orgasm as well. I sucked and licked on her clit the way I know she likes. We could hear women talking all around us as I sucked her clit between my teeth. She grabbed my head and started grinding her pussy into my mouth. It was only a few more seconds before she exploded in orgasm. Her whole body shook and she even let out a little moan. Amanda is a squirter and when she came she absolutely gushed into my mouth. I couldn't let it get all over my white blouse so I swallowed it all as fast as possible. I stood up as she regained her composure. I was surprised when she grabbed my head with both her hands and thrust her tongue in my mouth. I returned the favor and searched her mouth with mine. As we broke our kiss she leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I love the way I taste in your mouth." I never felt more desirable. I was rock hard before I was half way thru the entry. I remember that black skirt. I actually saw it hanging in Barb's closet when I was snooping in her room. Amanda was really the wild one. She pushed my sister into being more and more daring. I skimmed ahead in her diary looking for more really hot entries. I found one dated about six months later. Fri. July 3. "Well me and Amanda took the big plunge. We have been talking about it for a long time but we decided to do it. We are both going to get our clit hood pierced tomorrow." I jumped ahead to her Saturday entry. Sat. July 4 "I can hardly believe we did it. We went to Wizards Tattoos and piercings. Amanda went first and I watched as she lifted up her skirt and gathered it around her waist. The guy took a little while moving her clit back and forth looking for where to insert the needle. I could see this was turning her on but true to form she didn't let it show. She did scream when he put the needle in and quickly inserted the ring. She looked over at me and told me it really hurts but only for a few seconds and then it's not so bad. He gave her the pamphlet on how to take care of her piercing and had me lie down. I pulled my skirt up to the waist allowing him to access as well. He was talking to Amanda as he checked my clit hood for position. As his fingers pulled back on my clit hood I could feel my whole body tingle with jolts. Amanda didn't miss my reaction and asked him if he had any larger rings. He told us he had a lots to choose from and stood up to get a few for us to look at. As soon as he got up, Amanda plunged two fingers in my pussy and made me gasp. She quickly started rubbing on my clit until I was about to climb the wall. She quickly pulled her fingers out of me as he returned. Amanda picked up a ring that was almost twice the size of hers and said I think this larger ring would look better on her. I always go along with her ideas and sort of nodded my head as he prepared me for the piercing. There was no way I could hide the wetness Amanda created when he left. The cool alcohol wash just about made me orgasm but I held it back. When I felt the needle pierced me I lost it. I had an orgasm. I let out a scream at the same time. Amanda was laughing. She said, "Sorry she can't take pain very well." She was trying to make it sound like my scream was from pain but she knew it was a scream from my orgasm. I'm not sure if he believed her it but he didn't say anything. I looked in the mirror at my clit ring and have to admit I love the larger ring. The funny part was as we left he told us that it's very important that we don't wear panties for a few months. We both just giggled." I was so hard reading about her piecing. Amanda had one just like my sister. I quickly started searching the drive for later pictures. I opened a picture date stamped two days after they had their piercings. I was rewarded with a picture of my sister and Amanda sitting on the bed with their skirt pulled up showing of their piercings. I noticed they were exactly the same with a blue bead hanging off the ring. I guess Amanda decided to get the larger ring. I stared at the picture of the twin twats for a while feeling more blood flow back into my cock. I decided to go back to the diary. I opened an entry by about a year or so later. I started skimming thru the entry's looking for something wild. I didn't have to go too far until I saw something that looked interesting. Fri. August 11 "Today was a really bad day. David broke up with me and Amanda and John broke up yesterday. I have been so upset all day. I don't even want to get out of my room. I can't ever remember being so depressed. Amanda called and she is as upset as me. She told me that what we needed was a little ego boost. She wants to go out Saturday night and hit the clubs. I'm not sure yet if I am really up to it. Sun. May 13 "Wow. 2 PM and I am still so hung over. Well I went out clubbing with Amanda. What a night. I have to admit she was right, a little ego boost was just what I needed. I told Amanda I didn't want to go out but true to form at 7:00 she came over to my house and made me go with her. She actual pulled me out of my bed and started pulling my clothes off and picking out something for me to wear. After a few minutes I stopped trying to argue with her and started getting dressed. She wanted us dressed to impress and she picked out an outfit to do it. The red dress just barely covered my ass and had a plunging neck line that went all the way to my belly button. Her dress was black and not as short as mine but had a split on both sides that went all the way to her hip, advertising to everyone she was not wearing panties. Even I was surprised she was wearing such a daring dress. We fixed our makeup and headed to the clubs. We had no problem getting in and seemed to run into plenty of guys wanting to buy us drinks. We were dancing and having a good time. We were both enjoying the attention. There was this one guy we met that was sooo sexy. He came and sat at the table with us and we started chatting. We just really hit it off. After a while he asked us both back to his apartment. Amanda whispered in my ear. "Let's rock his world." He sat between us in the back seat of the taxi and started taking turns kissing us. We were both so turned on. He placed a hand on each of our legs and started rubbing slowly up. Without the slightest protest I spread my legs to give him access. I looked over to see Amanda already had her dress pulled all the way to the side and he had a finger inside her. I am not sure how much the taxi drive saw but at that point I didn't care who saw what. I was getting so wet watching him finger Amanda. We pulled our dresses down as the taxi stopped. We ran out of the taxi into his apartment elevator waiting on him. As soon as he stepped into the elevator Amanda pulled her dress completely off and let it drop on the floor. I loved the look on his face as he looked at her standing there naked. Amanda reached over and pulled open my dress letting my breasts fall out. She got behind me and started rubbing my breasts and grinding her body into mine. "Sure you can handle the two of us?" Amanda purred. By the time he had the apartment door open we were both naked. When he opened the door we attacked him. We ripped his pants off and got on our knees and double tongued this beautiful cock that was longer than most. We took turns sucking him. We made it to the bed still holding on to each other. Amanda got on all fours and wanted him to fuck her doggy. I have watched Amanda get fucked before and I was so wet watching them. She motioned for me to get under her and lick her pussy. It was so exciting watching up close as his cock slipped in and out of her pussy as I licked her. I was dripping wet watching. As his cock would slip in, I would extend my tongue and run it over his cock. He would pump her pussy a few strokes and then fuck my mouth. Back and forth he shared his cock. He was so excited he didn't last long before let us know he was about to cum. Amanda told him to cum in her pussy. I watched as he slammed his cock in her pussy and erupted. I could see his cock pulse as he dumped several loads inside her. Amanda told me to stay where I was and open my mouth. As soon as he pulled his cock out Amanda lifted up and squatted over my open mouth letting his cum drip into my mouth. She spread her pussy lips wide and lowered her pussy over my mouth. Watching Amanda drip his cum in my mouth had him hard again. She told me to get it all and ground her pussy in my face. It was so nasty and I was so turned on. I have no idea how many orgasms I had last night. " It Had To Be Magic Ch. 03 I stopped reading with a hard on that would not go down. I was about take matters into hand and get some relief, when I realized I wanted to wait for the real thing tonight. I also realized at this point I was no closer to fucking my sister than I had been two hours before. If anything I was even more frustrated than before I started. I thought about all the things I had just read. I was trying to think if there was anything useful. I know my sister loves to be tied up. She likes being blindfolded. She gets off on pain but nothing that would cause any real harm. And she loved to be forced into sexual situations. How could I spank or whip her without it being obviously sexual? I knew in a flash that was the key. If I could spank or whip her good, she would let me do anything I wanted. I was racking my brain when it suddenly came to me. Sure it would be a little bit lame but I don't think she would care as long as it was an excuse. I called up a friend of mine that was into special effects. I explained to John that I wanted to get some of that fake skin he makes for special effects. The skin is made to look just like real skin but has fake blood between the layers. So when you struck it with a whip, it opened up and looked like a real slash on the back and leaked blood. It's a great effect. "John, do you still make that fake skin with the fake blood between the layers?" I asked him on the phone. "Yea I have several. The trick is matching your skin to the fake skin and working with makeup to cover up the edges of the fake skin. That's the real work." He informed me. "Also it does sting when you get whipped with blunt whip. It will not break the skin but if you get hit hard it still hurts pretty bad." John explained. I drove over to his shop and bought everything he said I would need. It was getting close to the time for my sister to get home. When I got to her house I was glad to see she was already home. She greeted me at the door and she was in her normal loose t-shirt and shorts. Once again I noticed she stopped wearing a bra around me. I got my normal sister hug and peck and we sat down on the couch to chat a little. I decided to tease her just a little as we chatted. "So you and Amanda see much of each other anymore?" I asked her. "Yea we try to get together about once a month or so and go shopping or whatever." She said with a hint of a smile. "I was just curious. I remember she would come over to our house all the time. I could hear you two giggling all night long. A few times you two made so much noise I thought you were tearing up your room." I said casually. I could see her really start to smile as she recalled all the things that had gone on in her bedroom. I reached in my bag and pulled out my old magic wand and said. "Look what I found, my old magic wand." I started running it in and out between my fingers as I showed it to her. I could see her actually squirm a little talking about Amanda and showing her my old magic wand in the same conversation. "I remember I use to lose this thing all the time. I'm so glad you always helped me find it." I said with a smile. I could tell she was getting both excited and nervous with the conversation and tried to change the subject. "So what are you going to work on tonight?" She asked me. "I have a cool idea for a new illusion. But I need to ask you a question. Do you think your friends are easy to scare or freak out?" I asked. "No not really why?" She asked with curiosity. "Well I have this fake skin that I can put on my back. It looks like my real skin. But it is really two layers of material with a fake blood core. I am going to be tied up to a post and have you whip me. With each whip the fake skin will tear and the fake blood will drip from the tear. I pulled the leather whip out of the bag." Her eyes almost popped out of her head. I kept talking like I didn't notice. "It is a special whip designed not to tear the skin, but it still hurts. The effect makes it looks like my back is split open from the whip. After several long slow whips across my back I will put on my cloak and when I remove it, all the marks will be gone." "So what do you think?" I asked. I could see her grip the whip hard as I described the long hard whips. She was squirming in her seat and her face was getting red. "But how will you know if the fake skin will look real" She asked. I was enjoying watching her squirm. "Well I will just have to look in a mirror or take a picture" "That won't work. Let me wear it and you whip me." She was so excited she couldn't hide it if she wanted to. "No I better not. It can really sting. I don't want to hurt you." I protested "Besides, how am I going get access to your back without you being topless? She was squirming so much I could see tits bounce up and down inside her shirt. "I can wear a dress that opens in the back." She said in near panic. I was so loving seeing her squirm. I was going to draw this out as long as I could. "I just don't know if you can handle the pain. I really don't want to hurt you. " "I know I can handle anything you can." She was trying to make it a challenge. She was getting so excited she was forgetting to even pretend not to care. She was even trying to challenge me trying to make me give in. I didn't have the heart to keep teasing her. I reached over and just about had to pull the leather whip from her firm grasp. "Ok, I tell you what I will do, get three or four of the dresses you have that open in the back and I will pick one out and we could maybe try" I acted as if this was against my better judgment. She didn't even answer me. She just rushed to her bedroom and in less than 30 seconds she was back wearing a black dress and holding several others. I had her stand up in front of me and looked to see how much the dress opened in the back. "That one does not open enough." I told her. The real problem with the dress was it was too long I wanted something shorter. She slipped around the corner and put on the next one. This one opened up a lot more and the front showed off a lot of cleavage. I loved the way it looked on her. "That may work. Put it aside and try the next one" It sounded almost like an order. She came out with the next one and I knew I stuck pay dirt. She looked so hot I felt my cock stir just from looking at her in it. The dress was short enough that it just did cover her ass. The back of the dress was open all the way down to a zipper that went from the top of her ass to the bottom. When she turned around I could see the low cut top was only held in place by a string that tied around her neck. The front was so small that the side of her tits were already hanging out. This was a club wear dress meant to impress. And my cock was certainly impressed. "Ok, that will work." I told her. "You sure you want to do this?" I asked one more time. "YES. Now let's get on with it." She almost snarled. "Give me about twenty minutes to set everything up before you come down and bring some beer when you come" I sort of snapped at her. To my surprise she lowered her head and told me ok. I didn't need twenty minutes but I wanted to make her wait as long as I could. I wanted to draw it out and make her wet thinking about what may be coming. I had already worked out how to make a whipping post with my winch support. It had the ability to be used in different ways. On one side of post was a flat bench. It was designed to be used as a table. I could set the table at any angle from flat to completely vertical. The winch had the pulley at the top and a cable to attach to her wrists. The "Y" at the base support was perfect to her spread legs and strap them to the bottom support. I could also lower and raise the whole table. I tried it out, lowering it totally horizontal and then back vertical. I decided to start with a little incline. I added some chains to the support base so I could attach them to her leg straps. I was done a good ten minutes before I heard the door open. I picked up the whip and started whipping the table. I was pretending that I was practicing but in reality I was just wanting her to see me whipping the post. I looked up and saw her come down the stairs as if in a dream. Her eyes were wide and she was shaking a little with excitement as she walked toward me. She had two beers for me and handed them to me and never said a word. She walked over to the inclined table and just stood there. I turned her around and placed the leather straps on her wrists. Then I pulled the winch cable down and attached them to both of her wrists. I spread her legs and attached them to the chain at the base. I had to spread her legs a little more than I expected to reach the chains, but she said nothing. With shaking hands I pushed the button on the winch and it started lifting her hands above her head. I let it stretch her arms all the way over her head before I stopped. I noticed that as her hands went up, the back of her dress went up as well. I could not help but look how beautiful she looked with 4 rings hanging down below her dress. I picked up the whip and slowly ran the leather over her back, letting her feel the many fingers of the leather caress her back. This sent shivers down her back as a moan escaped her throat. I let the leather go back and forth making her wait for the first smack. She was so turned on she didn't even wonder why I didn't put the fake skin on her. I drew back the whip and gave her a small smack on her back. She grunted and gasp with that first smack. I once again let the leather caress her back. Then pulling back and smacking her a little harder. This time she let out a little cry and pushed her body into the bench. I didn't even have to see her face. I could smell her excitement. I let the whip once again go back and forth across her back and down to her ass. I let the leather caress her legs and ass as I walked over to her head. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "If you can't handle this just say so now. But, if you do, I will never do this with you ever again. Do you understand me?" She nodded her understanding and I let the whip come across her lower back. She once again let out a cry. I dragged the whip up and down her red back and reached back and unzipped her dress all the way down. I was engorged looking at her presentation. Her pussy was gaping and I could see plenty of moisture forming. Her labia rings were hanging down and pulling her lips open even further. I pulled the whip back and gave her a crack across her ass. She screamed from the smack and I saw her body shake. I let the whip slip between her ass cheeks and pulled it slowly up. As the leather slipped between her ass cheeks she let out a gasp of pleasure. I was so turned on now if she asked me to stop I am not sure I could have. I reached up and untied the dress from around her neck. With the dress totally open in the back and the top undone, her dress slipped off the inclined table and fell to the ground. She was now completely naked before me. I stated giving her little nips with the whip. Never letting it hit the same place twice. She was squirming and moaning with each smack. Over and over I gave her firm pops with the whip. She was groaning and writhing with each smack. I let the leather caress her ass and back and went around to her face. She had her eyes closed and her mouth was open. It was that same desire to have something in her mouth while she was being spanked. It took all my will not to lay the table all the way down and stuff my cock in her mouth. But I was after something more than just her mouth. I wanted to fuck her. I picked up my old magic wand and put it in her mouth. "Suck on this." I told her. She started sucking like crazy as I let the whip crack across her left ass cheek. Each time I let the whip come down in a different place on her body. I also changed how long I waited before each smack of the whip. I could see her whole body shake and quiver with anticipation. Never knowing where or when the next smack would come. She was moaning loudly now, not even trying to hide it. She was totally out of it at this point. I pulled the wand out of her mouth and started talking to her between the smacks. "I have to admit I'm really enjoying this" I told her with a deep growl. "You deserve this for all the times you teased me growing up. Did you know that I watched you masturbate on the couch one time when I came home early? You did that on purpose didn't you? You were hoping I would see you!" I said with a smack on her ass. "Admit it!" I yelled at her as I smacked her again. "Yes. Yes. I was excited that I might get caught." She grunted between smacks. I took my magic wand and slipped into her dripping pussy with a quick push. She let out a gasp as I stated fucking her with my wand. "I know what you used to do with my magic wand. I could smell you on it. Now is the time for honesty. Tell me the truth and I may not whip you as hard. Do you understand?" I snarled. "I use to masturbate with it every time I found it." She said in gasps. "I know that. What I want to know is how many times you and Amanda used it on each other?" I asked as I gave her a hard smack. "I'm not sure, many times over the years." She was gasping out the words one word at a time. She had her eyes closed was trying to anticipate each smack. I wanted her to think I knew more than I really did. "I use to peek in and watch you and Amanda. I saw Amanda riding your face while fucking you with my magic wand." I was yelling at her. I could hear her moan even without the smack. She could not believe how much I knew about her. "You know you deserve this for teasing me." I said with another smack. "I want to hear it. Tell me you deserve this for teasing me." "I deserve everything you do to me. I deserve an even more severe punishment for teasing you." She managed to get out after several tries. Now was the right time to expose my dick. "Do you still munch on Amanda's pussy?" I asked with a quick smack to get her answer. "Yes every time she comes over." She managed to finally get out. I moved between her legs letting my cock bounce up and down on top of her wet clit. I pulled down and placed the tip of my cock in her dripping pussy and smacked her back with the whip at the same time. She let out a shudder and a moan as my cock head slipped into her pussy. "Does Amanda's husband know you eat his wife's pussy all the time?" I asked as I let a little more cock slip in her. "No, we have shared men before she was married, but she didn't want her husband to know." She was grunting out each word between gasps and screams. I pushed my cock deeper into her pussy as she answered my questions. I was almost all the way in. I was trying to keep talking so I wouldn't cum to quick. "I bet you miss sucking a guy's cum out of her wet pussy. Don't you? You love the taste of cum and pussy don't you?" I said as I pushed my cock all the way into her pussy. "Yes. Yes. I miss it so bad." She screamed. I started pumping my throbbing cock in and out of her pussy. This was better than any fantasy. This was real and I could feel her tighten her pussy each time I smacked her with the whip. Her labia rings caressed my cock as I slipped in and out. I was doing it. I was fucking my sister. The object of my desire was finally wrapped around my cock. I totally lost control. I started fucking her so hard and fast I was neglecting my whipping. She let out a gasp and reminded me. "I have been so bad to you. I deserve to be severely punished" I was so into fucking her I had neglected my duty to her. I managed to keep pumping her and started whipping her again at the same time. I wanted make it last. I managed to say. "If you orgasm before I allow you to then I will whip you twice as hard and twice as long. Do you understand?" She let out a grunt and shook her head as I continued to fuck her. I could feel my orgasm build. I was so excited I knew there was no way I could last much longer. "You deserve this. I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum." I screamed as I came. My body shook and I could feel my cock pulse jets of cum into her wet pussy. I could tell she was trying to hold back her orgasm. I managed to give her a halfhearted smack with the whip to remind her. I was still so turned on I didn't go totally soft. The blood flowed back in my cock in record time. I had a wicked idea. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and grabbed an empty glass that was next to me. I pulled my cock out and put the glass under her pussy. I watched as my cum started dripping from her pussy. I had to remember to whip her as I watched the glass fill. It looked like I got most of it and placed the glass on the ground to let the last of it drip out of her pussy and into the glass. Her back and ass were now covered in red marks. I have never seen anything that looked so hot. As I looked at her body writhing on the table I knew I wanted to fuck her ass. I reached down and slipped a finger in her ass and let the whip crack on her back at the same time. She let out a scream and shudder at the same time. I pulled out my finger to make her wait. I picked up the glass and walked over to her head. "Open your mouth." I commanded "I am going to pour this glass with my cum and your pussy juice in your mouth. You are to keep it in your mouth and not swallow until I tell you. If you let one drop leave your mouth or if you swallow before I tell you, then I will whip more than just your back and ass." I said as lifted the glass to her open mouth. She tilted her head back as I drained the glass in her open mouth. As the last of the glass dripped in her mouth, she closed her mouth so it couldn't escape. I wanted to play with her tits all my life. I reached under her and placed my hand around her firm tits. I placed her nipple between my fingers and gave it a squeeze. She let out a deep throated moan while still keeping her lips closed. Her moan excited me and I started pulling her nipple hard. I pulled her body to the side so her left tit was also at my disposal. I bent over and sucked her nipple in my mouth. Her nipple was hard as a stone as I sucked her nipple like a hungry infant. I reluctantly pulled myself away from her beautiful tits. I let the whip caress her breasts and nipples. She grunted and groaned just thinking what may be coming. I walked back behind her as I let the whip caress her. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and placed the head of my cock against her asshole. Without any warning I pushed my hard cock all the way in her ass. I could feel her ass tighten up but it was too late. I sunk my cock to the balls in her ass. I was watching her face as she swallowed and let out a scream. She totally lost it as her whole body exploded in orgasm. Her ass clenched my cock as her body shook. I waited till her orgasm was slowing and let the whip crack across her breasts and nipples. At the same time I stated fucking her ass like a wild man. "You can orgasm, but your punishment is not over. You swallowed." I told her as I pumped my cock in and out of her ass. As soon as I said that she stated her second orgasm. Each time she had an orgasm I would crack the whip across her breasts and nipples again. Her orgasms were getting stronger. She was screaming and bucking like a trapped animal. I could not hold back much longer but I wanted to see how long I could make her orgasm last. I stated talking to her, trying to get my mind off my building release. "I use to jerk off watching Amanda grind her pussy in your face. I would dream about being in there fucking you as you sucked her pussy." I gasped out between thrust. I could see her face start to tighten into another orgasm as I talked to her. It Had To Be Magic Ch. 03 "I wanted Amanda to watch me fill your pussy with my cock. I wanted her to hear me say I love fucking my older sister." I grunted out. Barb started shaking and shuddering as another orgasm ripped thru her body. I was not even whipping her anymore. I was so into fucking her ass I couldn't focus on whipping her. I could tell that my nasty story was getting her off. I tried to keep it going and keep my mind off my pending explosion. "I would fuck you until I shot my load in your pussy. The whole time Amanda would be telling you how nasty you are for fucking your younger brother. Then I would pull my cock out and let you lick me clean." I managed to tell her in short gasps. This had the effect that I wanted as she screamed thru another orgasm that was so strong she almost pushed me out of her ass. Her orgasm was so violent that the entire bench shook. The scream and pressure was finally too much and I let go of my built up pressure. I exploded in her ass. As our orgasm's left, we were both totally spent. Barb collapsed. The only thing keeping her from falling to the floor were the wrist straps. I bent down and unfastened her ankle straps. I stood and lifted her naked body up with one arm and unhooked her wrist straps. As soon as the last strap was unhooked she collapsed in my arms. I lifted her limp body and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. I placed her naked into the bed. Before I collapsed I went to the bathroom found some cream to rub on her red back, ass and tits. I rubbed the cream into her hot red skin. She let out a faint sigh as I very slowly and tenderly rubbed it all over her. After I was done, I lay down beside her and fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke it was already daylight outside. I was still exhausted but so happy. My sister had rolled over in the night and her arm laid across my chest. Her tits were pressed into my chest and I was in heaven. I didn't want this moment to ever end. I could tell she was starting to wake up. I was so glad she didn't move her arm or tits. Neither of us wanted to break the magic moment. In a whisper I heard her say "I love you baby brother. I am sorry I teased you so much. To be honest, it excited me to think you might catch me being nasty. I never knew you really did." She lifted her head and gave me a soft and tender kiss on the lips that seemed to make my head explode. The kiss was so tender but with such passion it caused my cock to stir. She noticed my cock getting hard and reached down with her hand to grasp it. She broke our kiss and placed her mouth over my cock. "I'm sore all over except my mouth." She said as she lowered her head on my cock. I felt her mouth slip over the head of my cock and she slowly took me down her throat. She took her time licking and sucking my cock. It was so beautiful, so loving. I could feel my cock respond to her touch. On her way back up from deep throating me, she pulled off my cock and said. "I promise not to tease you anymore." After a pause she grinned and continued. "But if I do, you can always punish me." As soon as the words were out of her mouth she sucked my cock all the way down her throat and I exploded. It Had to Be The day had grown hot and towards the end of lunch mother suggested something that would be an exquisite form of torture for me; swimming. Given mother's past record when she went swimming, she would be wearing a swim suit that while not ostensibly sexy, became virtually transparent when wet. Somehow that seemed to characterise mother; she never wore anything explicitly sexy, or deliberately displayed the more erogenous zones of her body like the women wearing micro bikinis, but it was there, her physical attraction. I think it would be there even if she wore an old sack. * * * * * * * * As I expected it was an afternoon of torment. We took an extra air mattress down to the beach, and mother was wearing a one piece bathing suit that proved to be transparent when wet. I needed very little stimulus to get horny over mother, but that afternoon was hell. We had our swim and then returned to the mattresses intending to stretch out on them, but we didn't because events took an unexpected turn. My swimming shorts were too insubstantial to hide the fact that my penis was erect and its head was beginning to escape the confines of the top of the shorts. I couldn't make a move to realign my penis to try and conceal its condition because that would draw mother's attention to it, but she saw it anyway. She must have noticed my erections on other occasions, but this time she seemed to be fascinated; perhaps it was the exposure of its head. We got as far as the mattresses, but there we stood still, looking at each other, mother's gaze fixed on my penis that was now weeping precum, while I stared at her breasts moulded by her bathers. Then there was a moment when our eyes met and held; mother seemed to take a faltering step towards me, and then giving a gasping cry she turned and fled up the track to the house. I stood, frustrated and bewildered. I was sure that we had come close to doing what I was now certain we both wanted, but once again the moment had passed, and this time it was mother who had escaped what might have been the taboo fulfilment of our love. I pulled myself together and carrying both mattresses I made my dejected way up the track and entered the house. All the rooms led off from and central living area and I could see the door to mother's bedroom was shut. I could hear faint cries coming from her room and realised that she was masturbating. There was nothing for it but to masturbate myself. I went to my own bedroom, pulled off my swimming shorts, and lying on the bed I began to masturbate. It didn't take long before sperm surged out of my urethra as I struggled to suppress my cries of longing, my need to put that sperm in mother's vagina. As a method of relieving sexual tension masturbation is a poor substitute when you have a real sex object that you love and lust for, and that's how it was with me in relation to mother. She and she alone, could satisfy my sexual appetite, and as I cleaned up my sperm and rose from the bed, I felt even more gloomy. I dressed but hesitated to leave my room. I felt as if I couldn't face mother, but eventually I had to. Mother was there at the kitchen end of the living area peeling some potatoes. Her back was toward me, but she must had heard me because she turned her head to look at me and then turned quickly away. There was something furtive about our behaviour, as if we were either embarrassed or ashamed at having masturbated, or more likely the reason why we had masturbated. I wanted to offer to help mother, but there seemed to be a barrier between us that vetoed even that. I escaped the overpowering atmosphere by leaving the house and taking a walk along the cliff top. It was a long walk and by the time I returned the evening meal was ready. * * * * * * * * The meal was eaten in silence, the all-encompassing mood of sexual stress becoming even tenser. I felt as if something had to give, or mother and I would be doomed to a fortnight of torment. I was close to saying or doing something -- I didn't know what -- to break this intolerable tension when mother suddenly rose from the table and left the house. Where she went I don't know even to this day, but I know she was gone for nearly an hour, leaving me to do the clearing away and washing up. It was starting to get dark and I was worried about mother and was just about to go in search of her when she walked in. She had a strange look on her face, rather like that lost world look she'd had for a while after father's death. I wanted to go to her as I did then, but I couldn't face the consequences if I touched her. "Are you okay?" I asked. She looked at me blankly, her eyes opaque, giving nothing away about her feelings, and then she said in a lacklustre voice, "I'm fine, I'm going to have a shower and go to bed." "So early," I asked. "A long walk," was her only reply as she made her way to the shower. As I listened to the hiss of the shower I conjectured that during that walk mother had been remembering the walks she'd had with father, and perhaps some of the more cherished things they did during those walks. The way the house was it would have been difficult to conceal the noises of copulation and a "walk" might have been a way of overcoming the problem. I had in fact seen them making love once, not while out for a walk but down on the beach when they thought I was off walking, but I was only about six or seven at the time and didn't really understand what they were doing. All I could see was mother sitting across father and bouncing up and down on him. The noise of the shower stopped, and after a while mother emerged wrapped in a towel and carrying her clothes. She muttered "goodnight" and disappeared into her bedroom. I was starting to think that the best thing for both of us was to return to Adelaide and then I would go on to Melbourne and Theresa. * * * * * * * * The heat of the day did not dissipate with the coming of night, and I lay naked and restless on top of the bedclothes. I was aware of every noise in and around the house as its timbers creaked slightly and the sound of possums arguing or copulating on the roof. I thought of mother lying in the room next to mine and I wondered if she was also awake. Perhaps not, I thought, after her remark, "a long walk." The thought of mother so close gave me an erection, but then, my penis had been erect for most of the day. I'd just got started masturbating when I heard a sound that was neither the house creaking or possums copulating, but the sound of someone moving around the house. It had to be either mother or an intruder who thought the house was unoccupied as it often was. I got up to investigate and entering the living area I could see immediately it was mother. She was no longer moving but was standing in front of the big picture window that looked out towards the sea. It was nearly the time of the full moon and I could see its beams silvering the little waves in the inlet. Those same beams shone on mother. She was wearing a gossamer thin night dress and I could see her nakedness clearly. I stood still and silent, gazing at her, but I must have made some sound, or mother must have instinctively detected my presence. She turned to me; with her back to the moonlight I couldn't see her face, but she glided towards me coming to stand right in front of me and close. Her musky aroma was more compelling than ever. She put her hands behind my head and drew my face to hers and she kissed me slowly and deliberately, as if giving me time to draw back. Her eyes were closed at first, but when they opened she said, "You know what must be, Adrian?" "Yes," I said. She kissed me again, the tip of her tongue flickering across my lips until my mouth opened and her tongue slipped in to begin its slow exploration. Our bodies were clinging together and mother began to gyrate her pubis over my hard penis. I took one of her breasts in my hand and began to caress it through the cloth of her flimsy nigh dress, and then our kiss ended. Mother took a step back and her nightdress seemed to shimmy down her body leaving her naked. She came to me again, pressing her body to mine, and then she began to sink down on to the carpet, drawing me down with her' She stretched out like a sensuous feline beneath me on the carpet, and parting her legs and raising them bent at the knees to present her vagina to me she said, "Do it to me now darling." She took my penis into her hand and saying, "Your so big darling," she guided me into the wet paradise that was her vagina. "I love you," I said, and in the dim light I could see the flash of white teeth as she smiled and said, "I know, and I love you." As I slid my full length into her I could feel her vagina spasmodically clasping my penis as if trying to draw me even deeper into her. I withdrew and then thrust into her again and she cried out, "So good...so good...deeper darling...deeper..." And then after a few more thrusts into her she cried out, "I'm coming darling...I'm coming...come with me...please come with me..." Her legs were wrapped round my waist as with my hands under her buttocks I dragged her on to me. I released my sperm deep into her as she wept and sobbed beneath me, begging me to fill her. I don't think I'd ever ejected so much semen before, and I wanted the anguish of my orgasm to go on for ever, but of course it didn't. I felt a most wonderful sense of deep contentment and fulfilment as I finished, but mother continued to squirm and sob beneath me for some time, pleading with me not to leave her. I stayed with her until with ever diminishing whimpers her orgasm came to an end. We lay, my penis still in her vagina, breathing heavily and the heat of the night had made us very sweaty. After a while mother said again, "I knew it had to be," and added, "Was it good for you darling." "Yes," I replied, "it was wonderful, so beautiful, but you must have known how I felt." I saw the flash of mother's teeth again as she smiled, and quickly she rolled away from under me and I ended up on my back with mother leaning over me saying, "It was wonderful for me too, and it always will be, you know that, don't you my darling?" Yes, I knew that. Having experienced the beauty of sex with one I loved, especially my mother, there was no going back, there was only going forward. If that needed any reinforcement I got it almost immediately. My penis had grown partially flaccid and mother began to stroke it until it extended and hardened again, and then se said, "And now for your punishment." Coated as it was with my sperm and her love juice and the aroma of musk, she took the head of my penis into her mouth, sucking and licking, and gradually taking more of its length into her. Even when I warned her I was going to cum she did not relinquish it and I shot my cum into her eager mouth. When it was over the sperm she had been unable to swallow hung in sticky tendrils around her mouth and chin. We both reeked of sweat and sex and mother quite calmly said, "I think we'd better have a shower darling." Later, in her bed she drew my penis or my tongue into her vagina again and again with unhurried delight, and as night gave place to the first streaks of the coming dawn we finally slept, her back to me and my penis between her thighs. For the rest of our stay on the island I found her out in all her needs and magic; her pains and her pleasures; what she wanted and how she wanted it. We explored each other, she with the heightened libido of long denial. We swung between savagery and gentleness, and what we did might be seen as depraved, but it was saved from this by being encompassed by deep love, and such love allows all within the limits of the other's desire. * * * * * * * * The time came for us to leave the island that had become for us an island of joy and deep satisfaction. There was no further need for me to try and escape from mother since we now belonged together. What remained for me to do was to resign from my job, say goodbye to Theresa, return to mother and then take up my abandoned studies. It took me about a month to wind up my affairs in Melbourne, and most difficult of all was telling Theresa that there was someone else. I didn't dare tell her who that someone else was, and so she imagined some girl I'd met. She was somewhat obsessed with the idea of me and this girl having lots of babies; perhaps that was because she'd had five of her own, and she waxed lyrical on the subject. It was probably a betrayal of mother, but Theresa had been so generous with me that I spent one final night fucking with her, and there were tears on both our parts as we said our last goodbye. When I arrived back in Adelaide mother had news for me; it looked as if Theresa's ideal of my having children was to come true, even if in a limited way compared to her own productivity in that department. Mother was pregnant. I was surprised because I thought that mother, like Theresa, was past the time when she could get pregnant. Mother was very wary because she thought I might desert her again. That thought did not occur to me, but it did take me a little while to get used to the idea of being the father of my own brother or sister. As for mother, she went so far as to explain that she and my father had always intended to have more children, but it had never happened. Now she was delighted that I'd impregnated her, even in the light of the risks that involved. As is happened she gave birth to a girl who rather than inheriting the worst of us, inherited the best. Sadly I never managed to impregnate mother again, but we did remain ardent lovers until quite close to the time of her death. I had twenty two years with mother as her lover and now in my forties I live with my daughter. She seems to have inherited from her mother that musk aroma that is often quite potent, and it makes me wonder. I hope she doesn't follow in her father's footsteps and try to flee from what might have to be. Shortly we shall be spending some time together at the house on Kangaroo Island. It Had To Happen For years I watched her come home from work go straight to her hall closet. Once there she would turn to face me and my sisters. As she talked about our day and chores she would slowly take off her clothes down to her panties. Yes the bra would come off and daily I would get the pleasure of seeing my moms d cup tits. A NICE pair too. Big hard nipples with a small dark areola. Daily I got to see them because she insisted that we all had eye contact with her especially when we were being scolded for not completing our chores. I never did mind being chewed out by her. Sometimes to make a point she would even come right up to my face and chew me out. Everyday she would strip down to her nylon brief panties then go into the bathroom to put on her night clothes. Often times it was a short night shirt that still left her panty covered crotch and full ass exposed. I saw so much of her panty covered body that eventually I had to put on a pair of her panties. Once I did I was almost hooked. After I had my first wet dream while grinding my panty covered dick into my mattress I was hooked. Been wearing panties just about since that day. Of course I wore hers, my sister's, her friends, sisters friends and any other woman I found appealing. Still do to this day. FACT: Been wearing panties daily since 1990. Back to the dream. 18 years of seeing mom's tits and panty covered lower half lead me to thinking, even as a young child what it would be like to suck on her tits again. She told she had to pry me off them when I was nursing. One day I was home alone when she came in an began her ritual. She took off her blouse, then her skirt. This day she had on panty hose and heels. My dick started getting hard when I saw her coming up the stairs, so seeing her in her hose heels and bra had me ready to explode. She kept talking to me as she undressed and even turned her back to me a few times giving me a shot of her nylon covered ass. Finally she took off her bra. There was one of the moments I was waiting for. What a sight. I could feel her panties getting wet under my jeans as the precum dripped from my dick head. I watched her as she bent over to pull her pantyhose down, careful not to pull her panties off with them. She never let me see her totally naked. Not yet anyway. As she removed her hose, her tits hung and swung so freely as if inviting me to come over and hold them in my hands. Now in just her panties she walked over close to me look at some papers I had. We talked for a minute then I watched her NICE panty covered ass walk away and disappear into the bathroom. When she came out it was just as I was hoping. She had on her short night shirt with the low button front naked line that she never buttons. It exposes all her panty covered bottom and when she bends over I get a FULL shot of her hanging breast. Of course I always had something for her to look at as I kneeled on the floor. Tonight would not be any different. I resumed our earlier conversation and she had to bend over. When she did I locked in on those tits with my eyes and never heard a word she said. Mom noticed my focus and just smiled. The night went on with me stealing glances of her barely covered body. Once I looked up and mom had fallen asleep. Knowing she was a heavy sleeper I decided that tonight was the night I had to have her. I crawled over and between her open legs careful not to touch her for fear she might wake to soon. Once in position I open my pants, pulled my dick from her panties then made my move. Ever so gently I grabbed the bottom of her night shirt and pulled it up until I had a clear shot of her tits As usual her nipples were fully erect, pointing to the ceiling. Tonight I would know how hard they are and she will know how hard I am. With her shirt out of the way I gently pulled her panty crotch to the side exposing her hairy pussy. My mom believes some thing should be left natural. It was too late to turn back now. The plan was a simultaneous attack with my mouth to her tits and my dick in her pussy. I went at the plan. Grabbing my dick I aimed at her pussy and leaned forward to suck on her tits. As I made contact with her tits my hard dick touch her dry pussy lips that would not let me go any further. Scared she would wake up from the assault on her body I got braver figuring at this point I am in big trouble so I might as well enjoy it. Still trying to push my dick past her pussy lips I began to really enjoy her tits with my mouth. She stirred, but never seemed to awake. I was NOT about to look up to find out if she did. I kept at my work of trying to get my dick in her pussy. Realizing it would not work my mind started wondering about my first taste of a woman's pussy. Keeping my head down I released her tit and moved my lips down to her pussy lips. Not knowing what to do or how much time I would have to do it I stuck my tongue out and jabbed for the opening of her pussy lips. I went right in up to my nose and began to lick the insides of her pussy while sucking on her pussy lips. Again she stirred, again I was to afraid to look up. I just kept at my work of getting her pussy wet. Her juices started running down my chin and I was convinced I could get my dick in now. I licked a little more and mom's thighs started to shake and tremor. I continued to lick until moments after that stopped. Without looking at her face I made my way back to her tits. Grabbing my dick, I put it to her pussy and leaned forward at the same time locking my lips around the tit I had not touched yet. This time the head smoothly slid past her pussy lips into her hot, wet pussy. Gently I pushed until my dick was completely inside my mom's now soaked pussy. As my lips and tongue worked on her tit I began to move my dick in and out of her pussy. Now I had all I wanted accept the feel of her panty covered ass. Since I was kneeling on the floor between her legs it was easy to reach both hands under her and get a full grip of mom's panty covered ass. Once in position I started moving from tit to tit as my hands squeezed mom's ass and my dick stroked in and out of her pussy. I took my time enjoying the feeling and never looking up to see if mom was awake. I did not feel any protest of any kind and probably would not have noticed if there were. I kept slowly stroking her pussy soaking her tits and squeezing mom's ass. Suddenly she began to shake and tremble again. This time she threw her legs up and wrapped them around my waist at the same time as her arms wrapped around my back. She squeezed tightly as her body shook and shook for what seemed like hours as I stroked mom's pussy. When the trembling stopped I felt a kiss on my head and her hands start to rub up and down my back. Mom's ass and hips began to move in my hands as I heard her voice. It was a soft, purring sound. I looked up, briefly locked eyes with mom before we locked lips. Our tongues danced as our bodies began to move in rhythm. When the kiss broke mom pulled my head back, looked me in the eye and said Thank You. Now it is your turn. She pushed me back on the floor with my dick still buried in her pussy. Now on my back mom began to move her pussy up and down on my dick. She varied the stroke, sometime short, sometime long, and sometimes on the down stroke mom would grind all the way down into my groin, getting my dick deeper in her pussy. Mom looked at me, noticed me staring at her tits. Mom put both her hands on her tits, squeezed them firmly then pulled one of her nipples to her mouth. While sucking one nipple she leaned forward until the other nipple touch my lips. I opened my mouth and mom fed me her tit. As I sucked on mom's tit she began to fuck me harder and faster, still varying her stroke. Mom laid her body completely on top of mine as she worked her pussy on my dick. With her lips right next to my ear mom told me to put my hands inside her panties and squeeze her ass as she fucked me. I did as instructed and mom began telling me how she wanted me to fill her pussy with my cum. She fucked harder and hard and faster until my dick began to explode in her pussy. The first jets did go inside her, but mom quickly took her pussy off my dick then moved down to let the next jets fill her mouth. Gently mom sucked my dick until the last drop of cum. Then she began to lick me clean of all her pussy juices. That is the position she was in when my sister came out of the kitchen with drinks in hand. My other sister was not far behind her. They had both somehow made it past mom and I, stripped to their panties and fixed drinks for everybody. Mom looked up at them but never took her mouth from my dick until it was completely clean. Once completed, mom and I sat up and my sisters handed us drinks. We all toasted to the new life. My sister then pointed out that I was the only one that had on street clothes. Mom was the one that bent over with her tits in my face again while she helped me out of my jeans and shirt and my sister pulled my shoes and socks of. It was not until mom moved over beside me that everyone realized that I had on a pair of mom's nylon brief panties. My younger sister, who knew I had been wearing all of their panties was quick to point out that she has known all along. Then mom reach over stuffed my dick into her panties, stroked it hard then helped me to my feet to model the panties for the three of them. I did and they each took turns stroking and kissing my dick through moms panties. That is how we spent the rest of the evening until it was time for my father to come home. Mom knew that my sister's and I always jumped in the bed when we heard his car pull up. Just before we heard that sound she stood, took her panties off, then helped me out of the pair I had on and into the pair she just took off. Once fully tucked inside her panty she kissed my nylon covered dick then ran her tongue along it's length, up my chest to my lips and inside my mouth. We kissed. When the kiss broke she whispered good night all told us all to go to bed. In the morning I awoke with a pair of lips wrapped around my dick. I opened my eyes to see the top of my mom's head bobbing up and down on my dick. She did not stop until I filled her mouth with my cum. Then she kept sucking till I went limp in her mouth. Mom let go of my dick then handed me a fresh pair of her panties from the pile she had placed in a mound on my bed. She told me to put them on after I showered. When she got up to leave she went to my drawer to pull out all of my male underwear and toss them in the trash. My dick began to swell again at the sight of her naked ass bent over to push my underwear in the trash then pick it up and walk out. I looked out the window to see the sun shining brightly, stroke my dick and knew that today would be a wonderful day. It Had to Happen Belle learned about sex at a very young age. She was one of the early bloomers in school and by the time she started high school, already wore a 36DD bra. Her nipples grew in proportion to her large, fleshy mounds. She would try to hide how large her breasts were in school. She wanted the boys to like her for her and not for her large breasts. Somehow Belle made it through school with not even a first kiss much less that first caress she so desired. She turned 18 the summer before went away to college with her virginity still in tact. Her freshman year passed with little to no male attention brought her way. It wasn't until her sophomore year at state that she really began to blossom. Just before Christmas break, Belle went on a weekend trip with one of her college friends. It was then she met Matt. He was everything Belle could have wanted. He was tall, short blond hair, and the most amazing green eyes. The first time Belle laid eyes on Matt, her heart about beat out of her chest. What a shock to learn her friend happened to know Matt and she begged an introduction. Sparks flew between the two but Belle was still too shy to say anything. Over the Christmas break, Belle thought of Matt a lot. She imagined him taking one of her supple breasts in his mouth and sucking on. Her pussy would tingle at the thought of him caressing her body and she orgasmed many times thanks to her thoughts of Matt. She could almost picture his toned body underneath his clothing. Every time she closed her eyes she could see her hands trailing down his chest and rubbing his cock through his jeans. In her mind, Belle was very brave and confident and had no hesitation as to what she wanted and how she would get it. School started back in January and Belle was even more determined to try and see Matt again. She went home with her friend every chance she got. They ran into each other again and again but each time she saw him, her confident self hid behind her shy one. Belle and a few of her friends drove to Florida for Spring Break. They came back early from the trip and decided to spend the rest of that break at her friend's house. Belle again ran into Matt. This time she got up the courage and asked if he'd like to go eat breakfast with her group when the club closed down. Belle couldn't tell you who ordered what that night but she can tell you how amazing it was to have him sit beside her, their thighs touching. She smiled the whole time they sat in the restaurant. When it came time to leave, the four college girls and two men—the boyfriend of one of her friends—piled into the compact four-door car. Belle sat in the middle of the back seat and Matt sat on her lap, his legs so long they had to rest on one of her friend's lap. Her heart raced so fast when he sat down. She felt her panties moisten and could feel herself pulsing. She hoped he couldn't hear her heart beat. Matt had to wrap his arms around Belle's neck to keep his balance. The short trip to take Matt and his friend back to their place passed in a blur. Belle stared deep in to Matt's green eyes. His head lowered to hers. Matt's lips brushed lightly on her lips at first and he used his tongue to part hers. At first all Belle thought about was "Oh my god! My first 'real' kiss is in a car full of people." Desire quickly took over and all thoughts left Belle. All she cared about was how great Matt's lips felt on hers. That first kiss ended all too soon and the men left. They made plans to see each other next day. Belle and her friend arrived that morning. Belle's heart beat fast as she knocked on Matt's door. She feared Matt would think last night was a mistake. He wiped her fears away with a quick kiss at the door. Matt and Belle spent a long time in his room, gently exploring each other. Matt knew Belle's virginity was still in tact and he took care not to go very far that first time. Before too long it was time for Belle to leave and head back to college with her friends. With one final kiss, Belle left. The next weekend she couldn't wait to get back to Matt. Thoughts of him and all he did to her consumed her that first week back at school. She found it hard to concentrate on her studies and counted the hours and minutes until Friday arrived. As soon as the last one of her friends got out of class they drove the two-hour trip to meet with Matt. They hung out at his favorite bar all night. Nothing happened between the two—not even a kiss. Matt told Belle he would like to see her the next day. Belle left that night on cloud-9 despite the fact they didn't even dance. The next morning she arrived at Matt's place around 10. They lay on the bed and started kissing. This time Belle's most private part touched Matt's manhood through their clothes. She could feel herself moisten and thought of all the things she wanted Matt to do to her. Her shy self emerged once again and she settled for kissing. When Matt guided her hand to his jeans, Belle stopped breathing for a second. She'd never touched a man before and didn't know what to expect. Matt showed her how to rub him through his jeans. She could feel how hard he was. He reached and unbuttoned his jeans. Matt grabbed Belle's hand and slid it into his jeans and she could feel his hardness through his boxers. She ran her hand over his penis and felt it throb. She almost moved her hand away but Matt reassured her. "It's okay," he said. "It's supposed to do that." Belle nodded. Matt slid his jeans off to give her easier access to him. She grasped him fully in her hand and Matt moaned and threw his head back. It gave Belle more confidence as she slid his shaft out of his boxers through the flap. She gripped it with her hand and began to move it up and down. Matt rocked his hips in time with her movements. Bravery overtook Belle and she lowered her lips to him. She paused for what seemed like an eternity before taking his head into her mouth. Matt put his hands through her hair and guided her mouth up and down his shaft. She wrapped her lips around him and began to suck. She took him all the way in her mouth and gagged. Frightened she would embarrass herself by puking all over him; she quickly took him out of her mouth. "It's okay," Matt encouraged Belle. "You'll get the hang of it." Belle decided to lick his penis like a lollipop. She ran her tongue around the head and got her first taste of precum. It had just a hint of salt and wasn't near as bad tasting as Belle feared. She took his shaft back into her mouth and sucked. Her mouth slid up and down his hardened member. Matt grabbed her head and moved her faster and faster. Belle wasn't sure what do to when "that" moment hit but she knew she didn't want to look like a fool. Matt's breathing increased and Belle was encouraged to suck harder and faster in time with his moans. It wasn't much longer before it happened. "I'm going to cum," Matt cried out. Belle prepared herself for the worst. Loads and loads of warm, salty cream assaulted her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow his seed. Belle did so without gagging. She smiled as she wiped her mouth. Matt lay there with a huge grin on his face. "Thank you," he said. Again their time together was too short. He put his clothes back on and walked her back to her car. They didn't get to see each other as much as they would have liked over the next couple of months. With finals over, Belle returned home for the summer. Matt lived three hours from her now. They spoke on the phone as often as they could. Belle's birthday grew near and decided what better present than to give her virginity to the man she loved. She arose early that morning and packed for her trip to see Matt. Thoughts of how it would happen passed through her mind during those three hours. She read romance novels and knew how it was supposed to happen. She prepared herself for the small amount of pain to be expected as he first entered her. All too soon the three hours were up and she found herself knocking on Matt's door. Belle became a bundle of nerves waiting for Matt. When he opened the door and invited her inside, she sat on his bed and put her hands in her lap. She didn't tell him in advance that she was ready for this moment and wasn't sure how to approach him. They made some small talk about what happened in each other's lives since they last saw each other and before long found themselves on Matt's bed making out. Matt's hand caressed Belle's breast through her clothing. He reached under her shirt and grasped one breast. Belle let out a sigh encouraging Matt to go farther. He had Belle lean up on her elbows and helped her remove her shirt. He reached around her and unclasped her bra. Belle was a bundle of nerves inside. She tried to not think about what was happening and instead focus on how it felt. Matt took one of her large nipples in his mouth and sucked. Belle closed her eyes and lay back down. While Matt sucked on one breast, he kneaded the other one with his hand. She began to writhe and grind under him trying to get him to press his penis close to her womanhood. He undid her pants and slid them off. Matt parted her thighs gently and brought his mouth to her most precious part. He licked her lips apart causing Belle to cry out in shock and surprise. "Lay back and let me please you," commanded Matt. Belle tried to remember how it happened in one of the latest books she read. He used his fingers to spread her moistness and stuck his tongue deep in her. Belle grabbed the bed sheets to keep from crying out. He darted his tongue in and out of her moistness. It felt so right to Belle. She still didn't know how to tell Matt she was ready to give him her virginity. She didn't have to worry about that. Matt asked if she wanted more and Belle nodded her approval. Matt removed his clothes slowly with Belle watching. His shirt revealed his muscled chest and abdomen. He slid his jeans and boxers down in one swift movement. He got on the bed beside Belle and kissed her, his hand once again finding her supple breast. He parted her thighs with his other hand and slowly scooted himself between her. He rubbed his hard cock over her wet center a few times before slowly entering Belle. Extreme pain exploded through Belle. She grabbed Matt's shoulders and dug her nails into his flesh. He stopped and mouthed, "I'm sorry" and waited for the pain to subside before moving. Belle lost all thought of how romantic this should have been and tried not to think of how much it hurt for him to move in and out of her. Her tightness enveloped Matt's thickness and within a few minutes it was over. Matt kissed the tears streaming down Belle's face. He held her tight to him and waited for the tears to stop. "I had no idea it would hurt you this bad," he said. "It will get better." Belle nodded wondering how anyone would ever want to do that again after that first time. She knew all those authors lied in their books. There were no fireworks. No music playing in the background. There was only pain and hurt. She waited 20 years for this and didn't want to ever have any part of it again. They each dressed and sat on Matt's bed. After the initial shock wore off of their act, Belle began to relax and couldn't believe she was no longer a virgin. Her face glowed and she couldn't stop smiling. She decided she would have to try it at least one more time before swearing off sex forever. And she did. And sex is still very much a part of Belle's life. That first time had to happen.