11 comments/ 264139 views/ 7 favorites Realization By: termigator If asked, Kathy and Phillip would have said they had a normal life. Normal for them meant the usual sibling friction and devotion. They had loving, responsible parents and never wanted for anything that really mattered. Their father always worked hard and provided for the family well. Wanting a bit of discretionary income, their mother decided to take part time employment and this compelled them to look to each other for support. Kathy, being two years older than her brother, met life's experiences before Phillip and he depended on her from that standpoint. For her part, Kathy discovered in her freshman year of high school that Phillip had his own value. When a rude upper classman crossed the line with her, she complained to Phillip. He confronted the boy a few days later, and even though smaller and younger, ended up teaching the malefactor that consequences always followed actions. Thus, as both youngsters entered young adulthood they came to share a common reliance. When his sister went to college out of state, Phillip did not appreciate how her absence would impact him. For two years Kathy would be home on holidays and brief periods during the summer. Due to his own college ambitions, Phillip spent most of his summers prepping at a nearby academy. Then Phillip entered a distant university and their contact became even more intermittent. When their father passed away at the beginning of Phillip's sophomore year, the brother and sister found themselves interacting intimately for the first time in a long while. Their mother was not incapacitated by her husband's loss, but Kathy and Phillip directly handled many of the arrangements for his burial out of compassion for their mother's situation. As they walked to the car from the graveside, the days of little sleep, emotional stress and general grief took their toll on Kathy. It was a chilly winter day and she shivered as Phillip opened the car door for her. Noticing, he reached out and embraced his sister softly. She looked into his eyes, her elfin face showing sadness. Kathy closed her eyes and let her brother's strong arms envelope her. Laying her head on his shoulder, she felt her tears slide over cheeks as she released the restraint on her feelings. "Ok, Kath." Phillip said. "I know it hurts." Those simple words of shared grief uttered with a lack of embarrassment, melted Kathy's heart and she drew her brother closer with her own embrace. They drove home in silence, each contemplating their own pain while mindful of the other's. The next few days brought a little relief. Kathy and Phillip decided to take time from college and stay home. "I'm telling myself it's for Mom. But, it's as much for me as her." Kathy admitted to her brother. "I feel the same way." He said. "I couldn't face school right now." Winter eventually turned to spring and the family's loss softened. Kathy approached her brother with an idea. "You know Mom needs something to get her mind on life. The church is having a weekend retreat and I think it would be good for her to get out. To experience others in a, you know...sympathetic surrounding." Phillip thought for a moment. "I think you're right. Do you think she would go?" He asked. "She would if we both told her it was something that she needed." Kathy answered. Their mother resisted at first, but she gave in as both children expressed their opinions over several days. She reluctantly agreed and the plans were finalized. They drove her to the church on a Thursday and saw her off. They were encouraged by the fact that their mother was in good spirits and greeted her friends warmly. "I'm so glad she's feeling better." Said Kathy, as they drove home. "How 'bout you, Kath? How are you feeling?" asked Phillip. Kathy looked over at her brother smiling. "As long as we have each other, I'll be fine." She replied. Her outlook was much improved by seeing her mother experiencing a small bit of happiness. On their arrival home Kathy and Phillip were in such good moods they decided that they would spend an evening on what they used to call "dates". Whenever they were not spending time with their "steadies", they would order pizza or Chinese and watch movies together. This seemed a perfect time. Neither had felt the yearning for outside company as they grieved for their loss and strove to support their mother and each other. As the heartache eased the siblings felt a natural need for diversion. Evening came and the food arrived. Phillip had rented the DVD's they settled in the family room to eat in front of the TV. The movies were lighthearted entertainment. They laughed and teased each other as they shared the time together. It was just what they needed to distract them briefly from life's harsh intrusions. Between movies Kathy decided to change into her sleepwear. Her brother took this opportunity to go to the kitchen and pour himself a Bacardi and coke. He had taken a few sips and felt the alcohol warming his mood before his sister returned. Kathy came into the room and sat on the couch near him. She had donned her warm weather usual; loose fitting PJ shorts and an oversized tee. Both garments pink but in differing shades. "No wonder you don't have a boyfriend, Kath." He laughed. "That's not what I'd call a flattering look." Kathy scowled at her brother. Noticing the drink, she could smell the rum. "What's the matter? Those don't come in pairs?" she feigned anger. He chuckled. "I'm not your slave. You know where the stuff is." Kathy groaned as she rose to go to the kitchen. "You're mean." She stuck her tongue out at him as she left. Phillip watched her butt jiggle as she strutted away from him. He shook his head and thought to himself what a nice ass Kathy sported. When Kathy returned with her drink she decided to take Phillip to task. "Since when did you worry about what I wear? You must be one of those freaks that like women's clothes." He laughed. "I'm no panty boy!" "Oh, I bet you fantasize about underwear all the time!" she shot back, laughing. "Nah." He shook his head. "But...when I used to wash clothes I'd see your panties and wonder how you ever fit your big behind in 'em." Phillip was only joking about the size of his sister's derriere. As he pondered the subject his mind's eye constructed an image of a firm, smooth feminine ass. Reflexively, Kathy punched her brother's shoulder. "Shut up!" Her blow jostled his arm and some of his drink spilled out onto his jeans. "Dammit." He muttered. Kathy giggled. "Oops. Well, you'd better get into your PJ's now." Muttering to himself Phillip rose and left the room to change. His sister giggled watching him trying to walk without letting the damp cloth of his jeans contact his body. Kathy caught her reflection in the glass doors of the china cabinet in the adjoining dining room. She got up from the couch and walked into the dining room. When she was close enough she turned slightly so that she could see her rear end. "It's not that bad." She thought to herself. She flexed the muscles of her legs by standing on tip toes. Nodding to herself, Kathy could see the definition in her slim but well toned calves and thighs. "When the weather gets warmer I have to get back in the pool." She thought. She enjoyed swimming the laps knowing that was all the maintenance her body required. Kathy returned to her seat on the couch and sipped her drink. Phillip had donned some gym shorts and a fresh tee before coming back into the family room. "You better behave, sister." He remarked as he sat down. "Uh, no more butt commentary." Kathy responded. "I call 'em as I see 'em." Joked Phillip. "Then you need to see an ophthalmologist, Loser." His sister quipped. Phillip laughed and put another DVD in the player. They watched the second movie and enjoyed it as much as the other. Each of them had a few more drinks and so they were in a fine mood by the time the movie ended. Phillip pointed the remote in the direction of the entertainment center and turned off the DVD player. Switching over to the TV he found MTV. The program was a Beyonce special and Phillip whistled as the singer swayed seductively in a music video clip. Kathy looked over to her brother in disbelief. "And you think MY butt is big?" she laughed loudly. "What?" Phillip said. He also laughed. "Look at that thing." Kathy pointed. "Ohhhhh...I am." Leered her brother. "You are such a freak." She exclaimed. Phillip laughed again. "You're just jealous." "Of THAT?" Kathy asked. Phillip thought he could sense that his sister was losing her good mood over the subject. "Kathy, I'm just joking around." He said. Kathy sipped her drink in silence, watching the TV. "Don't be mad." Phillip was worried that he had really upset her. "There's nothing wrong with your butt." "GOTCHA!" Kathy roared. Phillip laughed again. "OK. You got me. Now hush and lemme watch this." "So." She said evenly. "So?" said Phillip as he continued to watch the TV. "You do like my butt?" Kathy teased. "C'mon, Kathy. You're starting to obsess." Said Phillip, not looking away from the TV. Kathy was a bit peeved that her brother was not paying attention to her. She slowly slid down the couch toward him coming to rest sitting on her legs. Feeling his sister next to him, Phillip looked over. She was smiling at him sweetly. Her blue eyes sparkling, her face framed by her straight, blonde hair. "What?" he asked. "You do like my butt?" Repeating her question. Phillip shook his head. "You're not gonna leave it alone, are ya?" In response, his sister moved off the couch onto her knees at his feet. Turning to face away from him, Kathy rested her elbows on the coffee table. Phillip was looking down at his sister wondering what she was up to. Kathy arched her back making the fabric of her shorts draw tight against the round globes of her ass. Her brother could see she was wearing nothing beneath the shorts and the garment molded itself to his sister's body like a second skin. The rum was kicking in full bore now and Phillip let his mind approach the abyss. Not worrying about consequences, his focus was on the lithe body wantonly being displayed before him. Kathy moved her knees apart and pushed back further. Phillip noticed the hint of an outline of her pouting genitalia and could not control the blood rushing to his penis. Feeling his organ starting to engorge Phillip was startled from his reverie by his sister's sigh. She was looking at him over her shoulder, smiling. "You do like my butt?" Whispered Kathy. He could only nod. Kathy experienced a moment of pleasure knowing her brother was not only letting the moment happen but reveling in it. It was almost a rush knowing that even though they were siblings Phillip was becoming aroused. Her body shifted slightly and Phillip saw her eyelids slowly close and her head tilt back. Kathy's breathing became labored and he realized what she was doing. Phillip's gaze returned to his sister's ass and he could plainly see that her hand was on her pussy, moving under the garment. He could not resist reaching into his shorts and grasping his rapidly hardening cock. He watched Kathy's hips rocking slightly, the cheeks of her ass clenching in muscular contraction in response to the stimulation of her fingers. Presently Phillip could hear an unmistakable squishing noise as his sister pushed a finger into her wet cunt, fucking herself shamelessly. She looked over her shoulder again, watching her brother through heavy lidded eyes as he stroked his cock under his shorts. "Oh, yeah..." growled Kathy, "Make it hard." The tone of her voice was so lust filled that Phillip felt his hand tighten involuntarily around the shaft of his stiff penis. He had not seen Kathy in such a state of excitement before and all his senses were totally occupied by her reckless exhibition. She was masturbating with such animation that her shorts were now just barely covering her ass, the deep crevice between her cheeks partially exposed. Phillip could plainly see her nimble fingers plying the drenched slit of her sex, and the white skin of her ass quivered in the excitement of her efforts. Kathy's other hand was clutching the edge of the table tightly and her forehead rested on the table's top. She was moaning softly and moving her hips with more enthusiasm as her passion increased. It only took a few more passes of her hand and her shorts dropped down her thighs. She wanted to orgasm and that was very apparent. A fine sheen of perspiration covered her ass and legs from the sexual exertion. Kathy was groaning with the pleasure of every stroke, her hand a blur as she fucked herself. With each thrust she thought of Phillip watching her passionate show and that would fuel her need for release. Kathy suddenly shoved her fingers deep into her pussy and held them there, a squeal-like grunt escaping her lips. Phillip saw the muscles in her legs flexing repeatedly as she attempted to make her fingers go even farther inside herself. Each thrust accompanied by a guttural exclamation and an exhale of breath. "Coming." She managed to shriek between grunts. At last her orgasm subsided and Kathy lay across the table still except for her labored breathing. Phillip's own arousal was accentuated by this image of vulnerability and he was on the verge of his own climax. He pushed his shorts down and leaned forward, resting one hand on Kathy's back. She squirmed slightly and was able to mutter a soft "What?" Not answering he slid his hand up and down his turgid cock feeling the pressure in his testicles build. With just a few strokes semen shot from his rod, long ropes of scalding sperm landing across his sister's smooth ass. "Oh, my god." Kathy moaned. Her brother only grunted in response and continued spraying come on her. When his balls were drained he removed his t-shirt and, kneeling beside Kathy, gently wiped his semen from her still body. Phillip put his arm around her and turned her to face him. His sister stared at him with an innocent, quizzical look. He leaned forward and kissed her. Kathy was not prepared for this, but the tenderness of the action engulfed her and she surrendered completely. Kathy embraced him as they lost themselves in several moments of ardent kissing. Feeling her brother's manhood beginning to harden against her body, Kathy became conscious of the moment. She rose to her feet in an unsteady motion not looking at Phillip sitting on the floor. "I'm going to bed." She mumbled softly. Before she turned to go Phillip had a brief moment to see Kathy's pussy at almost eye level. The close cropped strip of dark blonde hair matted in its post coital dampness. Her shaved labia nestled between the soft flesh of her thighs. Kathy walked from the room with slow, measured steps. His mind racing with the flood of thoughts of their carnal interplay left the living room for his own bed. ********** Phillip awoke about eight o'clock the next morning. He showered, got dressed and retrieved the newspaper before settling down to a breakfast of cold cereal. After eating he went to the PC in the family room and began to surf the internet with no special direction. Two hours later he heard his sister stirring and felt a minor twinge of anxiety at facing her. He saw Kathy pass the entrance to the family room carrying a basket of laundry. Hearing the sounds of her activity his thoughts were occupied with how the morning would progress. His sister passed the entrance on the way back to her bedroom without acknowledging him in any way. "That's not good." Phillip thought. Phillip continued his computer activities for the time it took Kathy to finish her laundry. Finally realizing that she was not going to make any effort to speak to him, Phillip decided to approach her. As he shut the PC down he heard the front door open and close. "Damn." He muttered. One of Phillip's mechanisms for dealing with frustration was physical activity. He felt that he needed to find a way to deal with the burden of this morning's disquiet. The house was not a disaster area but it definitely needed some attention. He spent some time straightening and light cleaning. Nothing major, but it still killed some time and distracted his thoughts. After lunch Phillip con- templated going for a swim. It had been sunny for several days so he looked forward to the pool water being at least tolerable. After donning his trunks and gathering a towel he walked outside. Phillip loosened up with several slow paced laps and then started to freestyle with as much effort as he could gather. Fifteen minutes later he slowed his speed to cool down and then exited the water and collapsed on a lounge. The warm sun on his body and his physical exertion conspired to induce a light sleep. A few minutes passed and Phillip roused from his nap stretching his muscles still reclined on the lounge. He heard the noise of the backdoor closing and looked over to see Kathy walking toward him. "Here we go." He thought. His sister was wearing a sundress with a yellow floral pattern. The sun was behind her and Phillip could clearly see the body in motion under the cloth. The vision before him served to stimulate recollection of his sister's form in the throes of lust filled climax. The young man's body reacted predictably to these musings and his penis thickened, The organ moved in his trunks like an uncoiling serpent and he felt the need to sit up to mask the effect. Kathy sat on the lounge next to Phillip facing him. She seemed to be steeling herself for some excruciating task, clearing her throat and smoothing the hem of her dress. "I'm so sorry about what I did, Phillip." She said her voice strained with emotion. "Sorry?" Phillip asked. Kathy nodded. "I was...I dunno...I wasn't drunk. I shouldn't have...I..." "Kathy." Her brother cut her off. She looked at him. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. In case you have forgotten, there were two people present last night." He stated matter of factly. "It was wrong..." she started. "I don't wanna think that." Phillip interrupted. "If that was wrong then the pleasure I felt would be wrong. And I don't want that." "You're my brother." Replied Kathy. "Did you like what happened?" he asked. "Oh, Phillip." She shook her head. "That's not the point." "So, you did enjoy it." He countered. "We can't let that be a deciding factor in determining our actions, Phillip." She said. "Yes we can." Phillip said. "We're not hurting anybody. What happens between us is of no concern to anybody else. If one of us was taking advantage of the other, that would be bad. You did not take advantage of me. Do you feel I took advantage of you?" "Of course not. But, it's....incest." the last word a whisper. "That's a word. Just a word. It's not gonna make me think what we did was evil or criminal." Phillip said. "Don't get me wrong, Kathy. I'm not trying to convince you of anything. I'm telling what I believe. I don't want you to have any regret about what happened. That would hurt me. We may not share anything like that again....I dunno. That would hurt me, too" Kathy looked at her brother, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her thoughts had been so concise only a short time before. She had driven for hours going over the events of the night before. Exploring each thought and emotion. Every touch and sensation. Kathy was sure she had come to the right conclusion. She was confident that resolution, while agonizing, could be attained. Physical intimacy with one's sibling was wrong. There was no conflict in her mind with that concept. Now that assessment was unraveling in her mind as she absorbed her brother's words. The realization that she was trying to shore up reality with a moral stance that was, at the moment, seemingly disingenuous gradually wound though her mind. Phillip's obvious sincerity in expressing himself presented Kathy with a sliver of freedom to separate her reality from the limits of society and convention. The young woman's awareness was instantly and uncontrollably consumed by the prospect. Her consciousness exploded with the possibility that she wanted to fuck her brother. An image developed in her mind of Phillip's muscled body thrusting between her widely spread legs. The image expanded to include her pushing up against her brother's body feeling his searing cock fill her completely. Realization This is a story that involves cuckolding, cream pies and other conduct that you may not find attractive. If you don't, don't read it. This is for those who do enjoy the fantasy of such things. I'm sure I'm not alone in having moments of clarity when everything makes sense and I know I have the perfect insight, the perfect answer, or even fore knowledge of what must necessarily and inevitably happen if only the dominoes are arranged just so. I'm a lawyer. My friends think I'm smart and logical. In truth I know my real strength is not logic, but intuition. Every major victory I can trace back to a key flash of intuition that delivered the right answer to me. I then back fill with logic to persuade others, from their viewpoint, but what inevitably changes my mind or persuades me is the sudden understanding of how the pieces of a puzzle must fit together to create a successful picture. Those flashes of insight often happen at odd moments after I've been worrying a puzzle or problem, but usually when I've turned my mind to something else. I avoided bankruptcy for a struggling client when a plan sprang into being while mowing the backyard. I knew months before the country did that President Clinton would survive his impeachment trial, not because everyone thought his lie was a good thing or permitted, but because no one could agree on the appropriate remedy or punishment. Well, this is how I came to the sudden insight that I wanted my wife to have sex with other men. Not unusual for a guy, I like pictures of naked women. I've liked men's magazines since before I was legally a man. Also not unusual for a guy, I love my wife. When we met in college I liked her because she was a beautiful, leggy, haughty, definitely hard to get blond. She looked great in jeans. She required a lot of work and pursuit. She looked even better in lingerie and despite a cool and reserved exterior and demure dress, when sexually heated, she was and is a tigress. Sex is a naughty and taboo subject for her, but that doesn't stop her from having very naughty fantasies. When she lets go it is unbelievable. She enjoys -- no, begs to be spanked. She's easily orgasmic, but generally can only stand one orgasm. My problem was always she came harder and faster than my own climax. I recall one make-out session in college that started me down the path, not of jealously but knowledge that other men found my Lori attractive and desirable. College life being what it is with roommates and unpredictable schedules, we'd gone to a deserted park shelter on the edge of town for privacy. We parked in the empty gravel parking lot at the top of a hill. The park shelter lay in a deep bowl at the bottom of a winding path with a little winding creek through the middle of the depression. We walked maybe forty yards downhill to the bridge. We chatted and watched the stream shimmer and shimmy with light and life. Talking transitioned to passionate kissing and fondling, with Lori perched on the broad handrail board. Facing her I had a clear view up the hill to where the car was parked. The light was perfect, in that golden hour just before sunset. The retiring sun made Lori's blond hair flame brighter. I unbuttoned her blouse. She was bra-less, a luxury of youth and desire. I couldn't resist the temptations offered and moved my attentions downward to suck and caress the rubbery tips of her nipples and the firm swell of her breasts. I can still recall her urgency. She's not always comfortable with oral sex, either receiving or giving, but this time her breaths were short and forceful. He moans were deep and urgent. She pressed my head down her long torso. I kissed her pussy through her light blue terry cloth short shorts. She pushed her cunt hard into my mouth in response to the heat of my breath. The shorts were soon down around one ankle and she resumed her perch on the bridge's handrail with her legs spread wide and calves laid across my back as she drew my mouth to her wet and very slippery pussy. While Lori has reservations about oral sex. I do not. I love tasting her and she was in her wanton and desperate mood. She urgently and desperately worked my mouth and tongue to bring her to a knee quivering organism. The conquest took some time as by the time Lori snapped her legs closed and pushed me away to keep from being overwhelmed by the increased sensitivity of her post orgasmic pussy. I was still dressed. Lori had only a light cotton shell draped around her elbows. She scrambled to pull up her shorts and re-button her open blouse. It was only as we turned to go that we discovered the parking lot was no longer empty. Lori had faced away from the lot. My face was buried in between her legs. When the audience had arrived, I do not know. They'd obviously enjoyed the show. The long walk back up the hill was accompanied by horn honks and flashing headlights -- apparent approval. Lori's Nordic pale skin blushed hot pink. I discovered I liked that others had seen her near naked. After we got married I found myself more and more picturing my wife, Lori, in the pictures of men's magazines, wearing the same lingerie, striking the same blatantly sexual poses. As the medium grew with more explicit magazines and an open Internet, couple shoots became more common and I found myself transposing my wife into the scene but not changing the male actor. I liked that other men found Lori attractive. She stayed tall and slender, relatively still attractive and always looking younger than her nominal years. Her heart shaped bottom still looked good in professional slacks or skirts as it had in jeans or shorts. She still gets looks. When I was in high school I can remember a few hot flashes of jealousy, most of which worked out poorly for me. I remember punching my best friend who took my former girlfriend to the Prom, after she'd broken up with me. She wanted to give both of us the option to date others as I recall. After the Prom she wanted to get back together. It was one of those where I really liked her Mom and Dad, but the spell was broken. Why would I do that to myself again? I was onto new, better and blonder things. However, I still feel bad about getting crazy jealous mad at Craig. In hindsight it wasn't his fault. And to his credit, we stayed friends. Besides, he was always bigger and stronger. He could have pounded me if he had wanted, but he didn't. He wasn't adversarial. In fact, we seemed to became closer friends. In any case, I'd resolved then to follow the old admonition of setting something free, if it comes back to you it's yours, if it doesn't, it never was. I'm no longer the jealous kind. In fact, I found myself titillated by the knowledge that other men liked my woman -- and thought of her sexually. For the longest time this comfort with not being jealous and taking a certain perverse pleasure in having an attractive girlfriend and then wife that other men admired stayed in the background, expressed more as pride in a great catch. It was a vague comfort that other men were attracted to my wife. But then one day it hit me. I not only liked that other men were attracted to Lori. Yes I took that as a compliment. The flash was that I wanted Lori to be attracted to other men. I wanted her to date other men, to have other men, to open her mouth, her legs, her body to other cocks, but to return home to me. I can remember when the flash of realization hit. I saw a threesome in a magazine where a guy shared his blindfolded wife with another man. Halfway through the photo series the wife removed her blindfold but continued fellating the male guest with a sly, happy smile. I realized that I wanted my wife to have other men. I wanted to be a cuckold. I wanted to see her wild with uncontrolled desire for another cock. I wanted to hear her tell me about her assignations. I wanted Lori to be slutty. I'm handsome enough and have plenty of sex drive, but suddenly my fantasies and ambitions did not involve me with other women, but instead involved my wife with other men. I even shared the photo spread with my wife but she didn't express much interest or desire in it. While l love the visual stimulation, she tends to prefer reading provocatively, sexy stories to become aroused or get in the mood. For the longest time that's where things were left. She knew I fantasized about her with other men. I'd tease her with the idea on occasion. I'd send her off on business trips with condoms or a vibrator. She'd tease me with naked photos of her on a hotel room sink or call with some breathless phone sex. On rare occasions she'd tease me with stories of her fantasy lovers from the road. I'd beg her to tell me about the stranger in the pool, even though she almost never goes swimming. Or I'd want her to describe the mutual masturbation session on a train, even though her travel was always by plane. Sometimes she would oblige mechanically. Sometimes she would get offended and I'd spoil the moment for her, which spoiled it for me. Once in a while she'd really indulge me and even ask me to employ a fantasy involving her and other men in our pillow talk. Once after a long separation with her on an extended project in another city she whispered in my ear, "I can still taste his cock while I'm kissing you." I almost swooned and I couldn't get the picture out of my mind. I'd long ago determined that Lori was free to have sex with others, even though I fervently wanted her to come back to me. It was this one sentence, whispered foreplay that changed how I pictured things. "I can still taste his cock. . .while I'm kissing you." It took awhile to sink in but it eventually occurred to me that if she could taste him, so would I. A new element was added to my naughty fantasy. I not only wanted to see her lips wrapped around the firm fleshy helmet of another cock, I wanted his cum in her mouth, on her lips. And I wanted her to kiss me with the fruits of her efforts still evident. The fantasy progressed. Not only did I want her passionately hungry to ride another cock, I wanted him to cum deep inside her. And I wanted her to compel me to lick her vaginal lips and suck her cunt with the commingled rewards of their coupling. I wanted to see the white cream coating her pussy and to have her press my face into her as she had done on that park bridge so long ago. I might as well have been wishing for the moon. Lori likes her sex and can indulge in fantasy on occasion. She even likes to be spanked, something bad girls deserve for having sex. But it's hard to let go. In her conservative up bringing, sex was a bad thing, and taboo. Certainly good girls shouldn't enjoy it so much. As a consequence, her fantasies (as opposed to mine) tended to revolve around mind control, discipline or non-consent, circumstances where the female was relieved of moral blame by lacking the will or ability to resist a sexual encounter. So I used her inclinations against her. I spanked her for being a bad girl in wanting other men. She encouraged more force or control in the bedroom, at least when she was horny. She wasn't always compliant when she wasn't already in the mood. But I added light bondage to the bedroom. Binding her with robe or handcuffs or blindfolding her like my inspiration. I introduced in role playing her obligation to submit to other men to please me. That it wasn't cheating under my direction and permission. Like water torture her responses began as, "You don't really want to share me? It's just fantasy right? I don't want anyone else." She'd get mad sometimes when I'd want the role playing and she wanted the loving husband. I was nothing if not persistent. The fantasy almost never worked after Lori climaxed. Her urgency was gone. But when yet unsatisfied she began to entertain the idea and eventually to concede control if I were to select a man with which to share her. From her fantasies and erotic stories I knew what type of man she envisioned in her fantasies. At five foot eight Lori is tall and a nicely curved size ten. She's still slender through the waist with nice full 34DD breasts. She desires bigger men, ideally well over six feet. I'm six one and that's probably towards the lower end of her desires. I have a deep chest and an average cock of eight inches when erect, but pretty average in circumference. I always imagined her lovers' parts scaling up with size. She likes powerful arms and legs and a flat stomach. An NFL receiver, a speed skater, in fact almost any broad shouldered athlete type with dark hair. So of course I pictured a well-endowed lover, with a large cock and big, pendulous testicles, of the size not disguised by wearing pants. In fact she liked big men in dress slacks, often commenting on a particularly well fitted seat or even bulging package encased in well tailored lightweight dress slacks. She could be a tease. She'd comment on the nice drape and the hand of the fabric. The way she said it made it sound like she wanted it to be her hand wrapped around his cock or her body draped across his legs. Like I said, just because she'd never acted on it, didn't mean she wasn't clear about her desires, or what she liked. Tall, dark, powerful, handsome, well-tailored and commanding. I knew from my history that other men could share a certain camaraderie while sharing a woman. That would be necessary. Lori would want someone big and powerful in stature and personality to whom she could submit without guilt. I set out to find someone for her. I still wanted someone for her who wanted the sex and not the other desirable attributes which bound Lori and I together. I wanted her to come back to me. I needed her to come back to me. And I knew or should have known that my role in a threesome was inherently subordinate to him, at least sexually. For my fantasy to come true, he would have to be the primary focus. He would have to satisfy himself in her mouth, in her pussy before me. One other clue from Lori's stories of erotic dominance was the key. She liked men in uniform. Not just in the normal, I respect those that serve (though she does), but in the, they can command me what to do and I can submit without guilt type of way. A new colleague at Lori's work filtered into evening recaps. He was ex-Army, in charge of corporate security. Some of the stories were about conflict over access policy. But mostly the mentions were positive and admiring. When he traveled to China, he brought Lori back a souvenir doll. I told her at minimum it means he wants an opportunity to share stories about his travels with someone and it's a good excuse. I met Bill at a corporate open house. He was our age. At six four, he was definitely tall. He was powerfully built. And he wore a blue blazer and silk dress pants like a uniform, perfectly tailored. In my line of work, I know how to work a room, asking questions to draw out conversation. I'm always genuinely interested in hearing others' stories, so it wasn't hard. Lori doesn't have the same gift. I got him talking about China and laughing with Lori. The conversation once started went smoothly. Their eyes were lively and flirty and focused on each other. He wasn't married, he'd gone alone, but also explaining why it might be nice to have someone willing to listen about his discoveries in the Imperial City, along the Great Wall, or in bustling Shanghai. Heck, I wanted to go after hearing the itinerary, and even more so after some of the tale. I excused myself to refill drinks, giving them more time to chat. I got engaged with other conversations, as a consequence having to finish both the beer I'd gotten for myself and the white wine originally intended for Lori. It was more than an hour later I made it back to Lori as the party wound down. Bill and Lori were still chatting and still animated. Their hands would original rest on the other to make a point or to steady a laugh. Her hand brushed hair away from her face, repeatedly and in crossing an arm across her chest, one hand subconsciously caressed the side of her own breast. On the way home from the function, Lori was filled with stories about Bill. I had his business card. His phone number. And reason to believe neither of them would be ultimately adverse to something more. Now fantasy had a chance at reality. A few weeks later I made arrangements with Bill and instructed Lori what to do. In a tall downtown hotel with an expansive view of the Valley of the Sun, warm reddish yellow light filtered through the floor to ceiling windows from the setting sun. It was another golden hour. Lori sat on the edge of the large king-size bed in sheer white, ruffled crotchless panties and a richly embroidered black lace demi-bra. Her eyes were covered with a black felt blindfold. I knelt behind her, naked except for a leather cock ring and ball separator. I didn't want to come too easily and needed to constriction. I was kissing her long neck, licking the delicate areas behind her ear lobes, and stroking her bare arms. We could hear the shower running in the en suite bath. I could smell Lori's arousal and feel the tautness in her skin as goose bumps formed. Occasionally a low whimper would escape Lori's breath. When the bathroom door opened up I looked over to see Bill with a white towel wrapped around his waist. The fabric of the towel split well up his right hip, the towel just long enough for his narrow waist but a bit stretched to cover his hips. A large bulge pressed prominently against the inside front of his towel. He had a deep, powerful chest with strong pectoral muscles and more massive biceps than my own. His stomach was a bit flatter, but more defined. His dark hair was still wet. I stood up and guided Lori to her feet, turning her to face Bill. I presented Lori to Bill. No words were necessary now. He took her into his powerful embrace and kissed her full on the lips. She arched her back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Lori hurriedly removed the blindfold. Regardless of the scripted fantasy, SHE wanted to see. I kissed the nape of her neck and ran my fingers through her hair. Like spanking she likes to have her hair pulled with some authority. It exposed her neck to Bill's open and hungry mouth. A low guttural moan filled Lori's throat. I retreated to a chair drawn up by the foot of the bed. Bill's hands roamed freely over Lori's poorly concealed body cupping her butt cheeks, squeezing her breasts, still encased in lace. Lori's hands stroked powerful arms and caressed his muscular torso. My cock was already engorged and hard, bound in leather, with a strong ache of desire and pain from the leather straps around my genitals. I stroked my cock softly with one hand while feeling the hard egg shaped testicles with the other. Lori's breath was fast and wanton, she sounded like she couldn't catch her breath. I wanted to see her madly hungry for another man's cock, at the point where she couldn't resist opening up to another man. I was realizing my fantasy. She broke away and sat back down on the edge of the bed. With her knees spread she pulled Bill to stand with his shins braced against the mattress. Her eyes burned through the towel, fully tented with Bill's erection. I was sitting close, my right knee brushed against Lori's left as I shifted in the chair. Her hand fluttered on my thigh for an instant stroking me and seeming to pat me in reassurance, though her eyes never left Bill's towel. Lori's hands moved to the back of Bill's knees and stroked up his hamstrings to caress and squeeze his bare butt under the towel. She drew him closer and kissed his stomach. Kissed the bulging tip of his towel. Her hands slipped forward under the towel and she splayed her fingers across his groin parting the rolled up waist and letting the white terry fall to the floor. Freed of the weight of the constricting towel, Bill's cock was truly impressive. He was well over ten inches and appeared to be double my circumference. His circumcised head featured a thick and fleshy corona significantly larger than my own. My own balls tend to draw up into a tight sack when my cock is erect. Bill's testicles hung heavily and full. Even I was mesmerized. Lori was unbound. Realization While fellatio is a rare treat for me, she started with that luxury for Bill. Lori opened her mouth, cupping his balls with one hand, rolling the out-sized nuts between her fingers, and stroking the hot tip onto her outstretched tongue with the other hand. She cradled the full shaft in the curve of her tongue before sucking him into her wet, desperate mouth. He was as wide as her lips. She had little room to spare. She still sucked and kissed wildly. Her breaths short, sharp and punctuated with moans of ecstacy and squeals of desire. I'd seen her like this to get fucked, but never to give head. My own erection raged against the bindings. My heart pounded to see Lori's lips engulf a new and different cock right before my eyes. When Lori strokes me she loves to hold and squeeze my balls. I like it a bit rough. She'll squeeze painfully hard. Slap my scrotum, make me ache and make me burn before release. She likes to feel the testicles when I release, often leaving me to stroke my cock while she ministers to my balls. Bill wasn't having to do any of the work. Lori was fully involved teasing the sperm from his balls and pumping his cock with both her hands and her wet mouth and probing tongue. The smell of sex was close and strong. I love Lori's aroma when aroused. Bill was meeting Lori's mouth with thrusts of his hips, stroking his hands through her hair, exercising guidance by pulling and pushing her as he needed. His hands slipped down to pinch her nipples through the lace or alternative to squeeze bare flesh under her lace. I was sitting on the edge of the chair, her mouth and his cock inches from my face. I could tell Bill was close to coming. His rhythm broke and his knees buckled. He gripped Lori's head forcefully between his hands. She squeezed desperately on his balls and vacuumed hard with her mouth. A deep groan rumbled from Bill's chest and the cum pulsed through his cock. Lori moaned loud and heavily around the bulbous helmet that filled her lips. White syrupy cum gushed down Lori's chin. She sucked and sucked it back to her lips and returned her burning mouth to Bill's still spurting cock. He cried out in anguish, his sensitive foreskin now overwhelmed by the continued oral attention. Bill broke contact and backed away for relief from the fire scorching his cock. And I had the surprise of my life. Lori literally jumped on me and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on my mouth. I stroked her hair and kissed her hard with an open mouth. Her tongue was alive and thrusting. "I can still taste his cock," she whispered hoarsely in my ear. So could I. So could I. Her mouth was filled with rich, sticky, creamy cum. It had a slightly bitter or salty taste but the cloying stickiness was the dominant impression. The hot cum seemed to cling to my tongue, swallowing was difficult. I'd always wanted to lick Lori's full pussy or taste my cum on her lips, but in our own lovemaking, once one of us had come the urge to be so intimate quickly passed with climax. I could beg all I wanted before I came for Lori to make me lick my cum from her fingers, or to let me clean her used pussy. Not only did she lack the desire after her orgasm, but I always lost the will after my own climax. This was different, we both remained horny and unsatisfied and she was hungrily sharing the fruits of her cock-sucking. My biggest fear for the night was now would happen after Lori had her own orgasm. She almost never had the ambition or energy for multiple orgasms. I hoped she wouldn't turn from horny to mad or sad. The wild hormone swings are a known fact of life for men when dealing with their women, but without the rush of hormones the passion would be absent as well. Before she broke away from that first creamy, cum-filled kiss, she said, "I'm not done, you have cleanup tonight when I'm through. Stay hard. I don't want you losing interest." Very slutty and my cock leaked clear pre-cum. She bent down and kissed my cock, licking away the clear pearl as she pulled away and went back to the bed and to Bill. She pulled Bill down onto the bed and after much fondling and writhing, she was stretched out on the bed with her legs wide open and knees pulled up and Bill was kissing and licking her very wet and shiny pussy through the splayed opening of Lori's crotchless panties. Bill was kneeling on the bed with his knees splayed wide to lower himself to Lori's cunt. Amazingly he was already getting hard again. His cock stretched two thirds of the way down his leg and bounced with each hungry thrust of his tongue into Lori's soaking wet pussy. Her hands played with his hair. Her back would arch and hips thrust as needed to bring pressure or pleasure to particular spots. Both her pussy and his cock were fascinating. I'd always told Lori I wanted to be able to watch her in unbridled passion, that it felt like I missed something of seeing her when I was part of the action. In fact, I was seeing more and differently. I heard and felt the ragged breathing. I saw her eyes roll back in combined agony and ecstasy. I hadn't anticipated the same fascination with Bill's cock but his strong full cock could not be ignored and had its own animal magnetism as it swayed and bounced and grew again between his strong hamstrings. I wanted to see him enter her almost as much as I wanted to see her wrap her legs and nether lips around him. I wanted her to surrender to a strange cock, but now I wanted that cock to be Bill's truly impressive sword. Lori begged, "Enough, enough or I'll come too soon!" She thrust Bill back and twisted away to catch her breath. He moved up to kneel between her still spread legs and sat back on his heels. His cock now rested across her thatch of public hair and over her belly button. He was huge. It seemed as if he would reach up to her rib cage if inside her. I could tell Lori was almost dizzy. Slowly shaking her head back and forth, not saying no, but trying to clear her head. I'm sure blood was roaring in her ears. My own heart was pounding and I was hot and flush and as hard as I could ever remember being, albeit aided by the constricting straps and a tableau almost beyond belief. I moved up on the bed beside Lori and Bill. I wanted to be able to see Bill's entry when the time came. Lori reached out with her left hand, still wearing her golden wedding ring and sparkling diamond anniversary band and stroked my cock. She crushed one ball stretched hard between the leather straps between her thumb and forefingers. A jolt of pain and an ache of pleasure shot through me. Bill slapped his cock gently atop Lori's tummy, stroking it back to full power. Lori returned her attention to the massive cock poised between her legs and ran her fingernails and fingertips up and down the shaft and traced the ridge of Bill's glans, bringing back some of the fire that had so recently overwhelmed him with the heat of her mouth. He shifted a bit to back off far enough to stroke the wet folds of Lori's outer lips with the engorged head. He teased her clitoris, spread her lubrication over his head, and increased the flow from Lori's pussy to further coat her lips and ease the way for his coming. Lori was all eyes now too. She rocked her hips and arched her back trying to guide him in, but he wasn't quite ready. He teased more fluid from her and coated his cock with her nectar that he had so recently tasted. The aroma of her sex filled the air making two men impossible hard. She begged, "Oh, please, Bill, fuck me!" I'd taught her to ask in role playing. Strangely, that fantasy worked in real life. Bill obliged. He shifted his aim down, and forward and his glans disappeared between her folds. I could see him stretch her. The outline of that large and bulbous helmet was obvious resting beneath skin of her pussy. Lori was whimpering with desire again. "Yes, fuck me!" Bill held himself up with his arms so that all of the sensation of touch was focused on the tip of his cock buried in the outer folds of my wife's pussy. "Fuck me!" It wasn't loud, but the urgency was a desperate shout. Bill thrust forward and amazingly she accommodated him up to the hilt in a single thrust. Lori curled into his thrust willing him deep but controlling his movement to ward off hard thrusts against painful areas. She was filled like I had never filled her. It took a few thrusts but soon they developed a sinuous rhythm. He would withdraw almost all the way, never losing contact, but exposing the corona of his cock before returning to the fold and embrace of her passage. Given his size he used most of his upper body strength to avoid crushing Lori. Kneeling beside her, I stroked her hair and face, and breasts. She sucked on my fingers when I would draw them across her lips. Once she breathed a low, "Ohhh, yes!," over my fingers. Her chest was flush and hot red from sex, She still had on her bra and split panties. The panties were no real hindrance. The bra was askew revealing hard swollen nipples. She suddenly, pushed firmly against both of us to stop. "Not yet," she pleaded. Bill withdrew. "Let me get positioned, I'm almost there," she said. She rolled over on her knees, legs still spread wide and thrust her pussy high in the air, presenting herself to receive Bill doggy style. But that wasn't all. She turned her head in her folded arms and looked at me and said, "Lick my pussy. Slide under me. Lick me, while Bill fucks me." I lay on my back and slid under her belly and between her legs like a mechanic rolls under a car on a dolly. She rested her head now on my stomach and her lips began to kiss my cock before I'd reached her clit. She slapped my scrotum and firmly squeezed each ball. "I'm ready," she breathed. She meant for Bill. He obliged. I licked to spread her wet lips again, he followed with the bulging pressure of that out-sized helmet. I tickled Lori's clit with my tongue, but my field of vision was filled with the long stroke of Bill's cock and the heavy sack of his scrotum on my face and forehead. I licked Lori's clit. I couldn't help but taste her honey on Bill's cock as he pushed and pulled it across her lips and my tongue. Lori's hot mouth was around my cock. Her teeth grated along my fully engorged cock. Her fingers inflicted pain and raised the dull ache in my testicles. I could not squirm away from her crushing fingers or from Bill's thrusting cock. I could feel and hear Lori's muffled moans and breathing around my cock. My hands caressed Lori's butt cheeks and followed her rocking thrusts into Bill's fulfilling cock. I spanked Lori hard and sudden. It was like a trigger. She went wild on Bill's cock. She couldn't focus on my cock anymore but was almost incoherently saying, "Yes, yes, hardeeer. . ," but the words would trail off to be indistinguishable from grunts and moans before returning to beg for more. Bill took the hint, he spanked her full and hard with a loud slap with his much bigger hands. He spanked her again with almost every thrust. Lori's squeals took on an irresistible urgency. I followed Lori's example and milked Bill's balls between my fingers as he slapped them onto my face. My tongue tried to probe and follow his cock into Lori's cunt but the target was moving to wildly and erratically now. I felt the quiver of Lori's earthquake as her legs lost direction and control with orgasm. She shuddered hard and violently splayed across my body. Air rushed from her lungs as a loud high pitched scream as she bore down on Bill's cock now buried deep inside her. Lori hung in suspended animation, but the pulsing of her pussy was too much for Bill. I felt the rush explode between my fingers deep in his balls. His high cum rushed the length of his large cock to explode in my wife's pussy. He pumped gently as he could into her as each successive rush of cum sought escape and refuge. But quickly he too was spent and could take no more sensation. He withdrew and left a wide open, cum-filled pussy over my mouth. His wet cock dragged across my face and Lori pressed into my kiss. His cum and her nectar were a rush of sticky, intimate flavors. It was cloying and clung to my tongue. I felt a large globule slide down my tongue and coat my throat. Lori rubbed her pussy firmly but slowly across my tongue and mouth, controlling the pressure to keep the tongue bath soothing and warm, not overwhelming. Normally, the first step after sex is a leap into the shower. Not this time. Lori whispered, "Clean me up." She was kissing Bill. He was cuddling and stroking her as my face was still buried between her legs, lapping at a copious cream pie. "Lick that cum." More kissing. "You're a good cum licker." Bill was murmuring back and forth with Lori, but the nature of life is your attuned to hear certain sounds. I wasn't following their conversation as much as the comments Lori directed at me. "Suck me clean." I did. I must have worked her pussy for a good five minutes before Lori's breathing eased and steadied and before the quiver left the long muscles of her legs. She rolled off of me and onto her back, propped up a bit with pillows. She removed her bra and leaned into Bill to let him suckle on her nipples in her afterglow. I was still horny and hard and nothing was impossible. I'd do anything for Lori. Bill must have known that too. With Lori's legs removed from around my ears his deep voice was suddenly clear and said, "Tell him to clean my cock too." "Suck Bill's cock clean," she conveyed his command in a whisper. It was still an instruction. This hadn't been part of my fantasy. Yes, I'd wanted to lick her clit while another man fucked her. I wanted to see him enter her up close and be positioned so I couldn't refuse a cream pie. I feared I needed Lori to force me to lick her clean. But now I was still hard and still willing to do as instructed. Lori pushed my head down towards Bill's cock. I would have been shrunken and flaccid after a workout like that. He was still bigger than I was at full erection. Lori pushed further. I opened my mouth and his glans slid over my tongue. I could feel the fleshy velvet across my teeth. I could taste his cum and her honey again. I sucked and licked. Twirling my tongue around his balls, dragging lips and tongue the veined ridges of his shaft. My cock still ached. Bill's was fully hard again. "That's enough," Lori said. I released Bill's cock and we lay side by side in the king bed, Lori stretched out in the middle. "Stroke your cocks for me," she instructed. We each started to masturbate for her. Lori cupped one hand around each proffered scrotum. "I want to feel you come." I was hard and desperately frantic to come, denied release so far across a couple of hours of heated sex beyond my fantasies. But I was still limited by the cock ring. Amazingly, despite already coming twice already, Bill erupted a third time before me. Lori pumped him dry collecting his cum on her feminine fingers. I knew what was next. She'd never obliged me before despite repeated bouts of begging. "Lick my fingers clean." My tongue, my lips, my face were painted in the cum of another man as she wiped them slowly and lovingly across my face. "Taste that cum. Come on now, stroke your cock. Cum for me." With her free hand she tortured my balls. Alternately squeezing and gently stroking. Finally the rush of orgasm overtook me and the pressure of climax overcame the constrictions of the tight leather straps. I was dizzy with release. Gasping for breath and heart pounding. Lori milked the cum from my tortured cock. I couldn't bear the fire and pleaded, "Okay, okay, no more. No more." Her fingers returned to my mouth with my own load of white hot sticky cum. I didn't have the energy to resist. She filled my mouth and wiped my face with delicate attention to my lips. I hadn't had to beg, plead or ask this time. We all three fell asleep without a shower, until later in the night when the call of nature forced retreat. Lori feared I would be jealous, but true to my commitment I wasn't. Surprisingly, conversation was easy and comfortable as we watched television in bed or dozed through the night, or at room service breakfast the next morning on the balcony. That raised an eyebrow from the room service maid as she lay breakfast out on the table with Bill wrapped in a robe that was shorter on him that a similar one was on me. With only two robes in the room, Lori was left to lounge in a sheer turquoise blue baby doll that had never seen use the night before. We had a pleasant weekend of conversation and a wild weekend of sex. I know it's not a common fantasy. I doubt it is an oft realized fantasy. Many times things are better in our imagination than in reality. But a fresh, hot sticky cream pie, the opportunity to see my wife fully fucked and in blissful rapture, to be able to watch and absorb her pleasure, was better than I imagined. I gave Lori her fantasy of a a big, athletic, dominant male. Bill wasn't really that harsh and forceful that first night. But he learned quickly. Once he knew that Lori liked a bit of discipline and the sharp surprise of a loud spanking, he delivered. And Lori with the freedom to obey Bill's commanding presence was released to both enjoy being fucked herself and to indulge my fantasies. Before we were done, there wasn't much left unexplored. I never had much interest in anal but Bill obliged Lori's desire to experiment with that. It was slow and predictably a bit painful, but my own experience was that an element of pain was not necessarily unwelcome in sex. With Bill filling one hole, I tried a double penetration. Lori was almost wild and delirious with even a short bout. It was too hard to coordinate movements and rhythm for three bodies and that didn't last very long. But the sensation of feeling another man's cock move inside my wife and rub against my cock was indescribably sexy. I was the cum hungry husband and Lori directed Bill to fuck my face, because she said she wanted to see someone give fellatio. I lay on my back with my head hanging off the bed to stretch open my mouth and throat as far as possible. I'd tried positioning Lori like that before, but she had to be drunk enough to get sick to even consider allowing me to come in her mouth before this weekend, so it had never quite worked out. I loved the feel the few times we tried. Now she put me on the receiving end. There were limits to what I could take with Bill's size, but I unexpectedly liked the feel of his large velvety gland sliding over my tongue, and his hard shaft pushing between my lips and teeth. And even though I gagged on some deeper penetrations, I felt rewarded when he exploded a load of cum in my mouth and over my face. With Friday night, Saturday and Sunday to lounge, fuck, shower, sleep and refresh, we enjoyed a strangely intimate and private weekend. Bill got to share his China trip. I got to share my wife. My wife got to feel the release of truly unbridled sex. And my fantasies were realized. I was cuckold. I was a cum-sucking cuckold. When denied my own release, my frantic hunger was more than enough to push me to lick cream pies or even suck a cock. And I'm sure there are those convinced we must be evil or suffered a terrible outcome to our marriage. Not true. Bill's still a friend, ten years later. We still have occasional weekends. Lori has "dated" other men. She always comes back to me. She now indulges me when I plead, "Make me lick the cum from your pussy." Where I started with the flash of insight into my desires, I would never have imagined the possibility of realizing my fantasies. But I did. And as things evolved, Lori's hunger for dominant, powerful males to fuck her silly without guilt, was better served by someone else. Our friendship and partnership in other aspects of life were less disturbed by her submitted to men like Bill than by a total change in my normally caring personality once behind closed doors. They became my source for the ultimate intimate treat, a cream pie. Realization It's funny that the bad experiences of high school jealousy and an unintentionally public sex act shaped my desires and fantasies so thoroughly. It took a long time for me to recognize my desires. And even longer to induce Lori to consider them. I had to discover her own deep wants to find the right key. But put the puzzle together correctly in a way that serves both hungers and fantasy can be realized. It wasn't logic but intuition that unlocked the door. Passion and love have kept the door open. It may be rare, it may be unconventional, but I still love it when Lori straddles my face a presses a warm wet cream pie onto my tongue. I'm still desperate to hear her say, "I've been a bad girl. Lick me clean." Realization Ch. 02 Before their mother returned Kathy and Phillip engaged in sex, in one form another, several times. Almost every encounter included Kathy begging her brother to ejaculate on her. Phillip was very willing to accommodate the insatiable girl. His load shooting into her face was her particular fixation, but she found ecstasy in the goo sprayed over her breasts as they heaved with the exertion of their carnal play; or, the white liquid dribbled onto her ass already slick with her secretions and their combined perspiration. Kathy fellated her brother, copulated with him in various positions and places in their home, with an abandon that she would have thought sluttish or deviant just a few days before. Phillip walked in on her shower, entered her room as she slept, even interrupted her cleaning the kitchen. This activity completely ceased with their mother's arrival home Sunday night. The siblings had spent the warm afternoon in a frenzy of fucking and sucking while sprawled on cushions by the pool. It was as if they were looking forward to a dry spell and were building up a reserve. They greeted their mother with sincere joy upon picking her up at the church. She was saying her goodbyes as they approached and they overheard Mrs. Young tell her, "Now Joan, you must plan on going with us on our next trip. I'll be in touch with the details when we have them." "We'll see, Liz. It was fun...I'm sure I'll be able to find the time. Thanks so much for inviting me." Joan replied. The two women embraced and Joan turned to her children. "Ready to go?" she asked, "I've got your stuff in car, Mom. We're ready." Phillip answered. They got into the car and started home. She cheerfully recounted some of her experiences to her children as they drove home, laughing at some points. Phillip and his sister let their weekend of lust fade into their joy at seeing their mother in such high spirits. They were further distracted by a flurry of goings-on as the evening progressed; helping with unpacking, getting their mother settled, and preparing and sharing dinner. After such a full day all concerned retired to bed early and were slumbering peacefully straight away. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were filled with a smattering of the usual. Kathy and her brother were occupied with various errands and interactions with friends that kept them from any real time together. The addition of a third party at home was another issue that impeded their connecting in any way other than the norm. That this third party was their mother truly heightened the sibling's sense of disquiet. A shared smile at breakfast or a gentle caress while passing through a room was all that they dared. It was enough, though, to let each of them know that it was simply a matter of time. Thursday morning Phillip had slept late. Upon rising he showered and shaved and went into the kitchen to find Kathy washing dishes. "Good morning, Kath." She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Good morning." Phillip approached his sister and embraced her around the waist, kissing her neck softly. "Phillip!" she exclaimed. "Mom is home!" Kathy motioned with her head out the window over the sink and Phillip looked out. The house was slightly above ground level so the pool area was completely visible from the kitchen window. Their mother was laying in a lounge by the pool, her oily body shining in the morning sun. Her pale yellow two-piece was conservative but still revealing and contrasted nicely with her tan skin. Phillip pressed his body against Kathy's, his groin contacting the firm spheres of her ass. "Phillip! Don't!" she protested. "C'mon, Kath. You know she can't see into this window. She won't know a thing." He slid his hand under her pastel blue tank top and gently cupped a breast. Kathy closed her eyes. "Oh, god." She breathed. Her brother pushed his other hand past the waistband of her shorts and, since Kathy had opted not to wear panties, his fingers came into direct contact with the spongy folds of her pussy. Now kissing her neck again he moved his fingers in a circular motion over Kathy's clit. Her immediate response was to shove her hips back so that Phillip's stiffening cock became lodged in the crack of her ass. With the friction on her clit and the pressure of her brother's thick meat grinding against her anus Kathy sensed her pussy start to ooze. Phillip's fingers found an erect nipple and he squeezed it with a slight twisting motion. "Do it." Kathy moaned. "Do what?" teased her brother as he moved a finger past her clit and pushed it between her wet labia. "Fuck me!" she hissed as her hips writhed under the manipulation of his finger. Phillip had nurtured this part of his sister's sexual expressiveness. Her penchant for vulgar and graphic words when excited aroused him and seemed to propel her anticipation before, and delight during, their carnal interaction. Abruptly, Phillip stopped his diddling and pulled his sister's shorts past her hips and to the floor. Placing his right hand on her shoulder he bent her at the waist and, reaching into his shorts, took his erect cock in his left hand. Phillip stroked Kathy's dripping cunt lips with the head of his dick making it shiny with her juices. "Little brother's gonna give it to ya." He growled and moved his hips making the rigid rod slide into Kathy's warm sheath in a slow steady motion. The girl grunted as she felt the intruding member stretch her hole and fill her slick pussy. Bracing herself with her hands on the sink, Kathy forced her hips back so that Phillip's cock would be completely buried into her body. Her brother initiated a thrusting motion so that the full length of his cock moved in and out of Kathy's pussy. The warm wetness of his sister's hungry hole surrounded Phillip's penis and energized his desire. As he hammered his meat into his sister, the boy looked out to make sure their mother was still sunbathing. She was still in the lounge but she had drawn her knees up with her feet flat on the lounge. Phillip now noticed that her bikini bottoms were pressing tightly against her groin. Even at this distance the boy could clearly see the garment stuck in the deep crevice of his mother's cunt. "God, that is sick." He thought, but the image brought his arousal to a fever pitch and the thrusting of his hips increased to a punishing pace. Kathy felt that she could climax soon, her body being impaled by her brother with a ferocity that was new. She was grunting with pleasure with each stroke and trying to form the words to direct Phillip to give her more. In her orgasmic fog she was incoherent and uncoordinated as well. Her hand slipped and her upper body fell against the sink with part of her torso ending up in the dishwater. Kathy was beyond caring about such details as her body quivered with the passion of her lust. Phillip could hear his sister's guttural utterances but they made no sense; his attention was riveted on the flood of her climax down his thick shaft and the vision of his mother's reclining form. At the peak of Phillip's exertion his mother reached down to adjust her bikini. The boy's eyes widened as he watched her slide her fingers along the crotch of the garment to smooth it out. In doing so she inadvertently altered the fit so that the chubby outer lips of her pussy were exposed, white in contrast to her tan thighs. It was too much. Phillip withdrew his penis from his sister's clinching slit and jacked it violently spewing his semen over the small of her back and across the milky white skin of her ass. Still shaking from her effort, Kathy squealed softly as each mass of her brother's cum struck her body. Gasping for breath, Phillip picked up the dish towel and wiped the white liquid from his sister. He pulled her shorts up to cover her nakedness and left the kitchen. Kathy realized that the front of her tank top was drenched with dishwater and she absently daubed it with the towel, but not before some of it streamed onto her shorts. She was still trying to catch her breath when her mother entered through the kitchen door. "What happened, child?" Joan asked her daughter, noticing the wet garment. "I...dropped a pan...it splashed..." Kathy stammered in reply. Kathy's mother sensed uneasiness in her daughter's manner and assumed that the girl was upset at her clumsiness. "Don't worry about it, dear. You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" She inquired, reaching out to smooth a stray strand of Kathy's hair. "No...no...I'm ok, Mom." "Kathy, you must really try to wear your bra. Even around the house. It's only proper dear. I don't mean to lecture, but..." Joan nodded in the direction of Kathy's chest. Kathy looked down and saw her erect nipples poking wickedly against the damp cotton tank. Her breasts were pushing against the clinging material and she just as well not be wearing a top at all. She could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment, and felt sure that her indecent activities were clearly apparent to her mother. However, Joan merely smiled and patted her shoulder gently. Smiling, Joan said "Like I said, I'm not lecturing." She desperately wanted to ease her daughter's anxiety and complemented her on her outfit. "Those colors accentuate your complexion so well, Kathy!" The pale blue top and white shorts drew attention to Kathy's deep tan. Taking the towel, Joan pressed it gently where the droplets were falling onto Kathy's shorts. As her eyes moved over the girl's attire, Joan noticed that Kathy's shorts were pulled up very high. In his haste Phillip had not taken care how he replaced the garment. Kathy's vulva was plainly outlined, the swollen lips distinctly visible. A part of the towel hung loose from Joan's grasp and she inadvertently raked it over Kathy's still sensitive clit several times. Kathy endeavored to keep still but simply could not restrain herself and jerked her hips to the side. Her intent was to evade the stimulation of her sex, but she managed to maneuver her groin directly into the back of Joan's hand. Joan immediately felt the heat of her daughter's vagina and the protruding lips squashed against her hand. Both women made several opposing motions to disengage from this predicament which only resulted in prolonged and repeated contact. "You were tickling my belly!" exclaimed Kathy, trying to conceal her arousal. Her mother, equally embarrassed, tried to excuse her self. "I was just trying to help." A bit shaken, Joan forced herself to speak. "Thanks for doing those dishes, dear. I'm going for a shower." Joan passed her son in the dining room. "So you're finally up, Sleepyhead?" she teased. Phillip smiled at his mother. "Yes. Finally." He reached out to embrace her. "Good morning, Mom." "Oh, Phillip. Don't. I have oil all over me." She protested. The boy didn't hesitate. "So? I like coconuts." He replied laughing. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body against his. Feeling the soft flesh of his mother's ample breasts contacting his body, Phillip stroked Joan's slippery back. Joan squirmed in protest, weakly trying to free herself. "You are incorrigible!" she laughed as well. In her attempt, Joan had felt her son's semi-turgid penis slide against her midriff. As his member stiffened, Phillip moved his left hand lower, letting it come to rest just above his mother's ass. "I don't think you used enough sunscreen, Mom." He whispered into her ear. "No?" Joan questioned, wondering what he meant. He shifted his hand slightly so that the waistband of her bikini bottom was pushed lower. "I do believe you missed a spot." He observed calmly. Still not sensing anything unusual and now becoming preoccupied with the firm shaft growing longer between them, she asked "Where?" Phillip looked down at his mother's ass, the white skin of her buttocks just showing. "You may have a bit of a burn." He said, and moved his fingers slowly over the area, spreading the slick substance lower. "This doesn't hurt?" he inquired. "N-n-no..." she responded, now very confused. Joan felt her son's solid upper body compressing her titties and his erection snaked over her belly with every motion. She was beginning to lose herself in the moment and could not understand why. She tried to concentrate. "Phillip." Was all she was able to say. He could now see the top of the deep crevice between the generous globes of her ass. He slid his middle finger into the cleft and her cheeks flexed, seemingly grasping at the digit. Abruptly she shook her head, as if to struggle against a daydream. "Let me go! I need a shower!" she playfully scolded. Phillip laughed again and released her, walking into the den. Joan entered her bedroom with her mind in a slight turmoil. Before this morning she had not assigned her children any sexual qualities. They had just been her children. Now, in just a ten minute time span, she had been subjected to the realization of the raw, sensual quality of her children. If that were not over-whelming enough, the awareness that she had just touched both her children's genitals slowly crept into Joan's mind. As she entered her dressing area, Joan gasped audibly, covering her mouth in a manifestation of her alarm. She could not keep the flood of memories replaying themselves in her brain. Joan relived the heat of her daughter's engorged labia quivering against her hand. The pulsing of Phillip's erection, his manipulation of her ass vivid in her mind's eye. Joan looked at her reflection in the full length mirror. She observed that her bikini bottoms were pushed down so that half her ass was revealed. The glaring white skin was glistening where her son had spread sunscreen. A desire undeniable coursed through Joan's body. She wanted, needed to cum. Sitting on a bench seat across from the mirror she slid the bottoms down her smooth legs and removed the top. She spread her legs and immediately applied her fingers to her rapidly moistening slit. Up and down over the clit and lips. Her fingers were sopping with her lubrication in just a dozen strokes. Groaning, she plunged two fingers into her self. Not wanting to waste time, Joan frigged her hot hole with hungry abandon. With her unoccupied hand she roughly kneaded her pendulous left breast, then the right, until the nipples jutted out in erected agony. Pulling, then twisting each nipple in turn the once meek widow now thrust her hips so that her fingers slammed into her body briskly. Joan looked into the mirror seeing the reflection of a wanton, lust-filled woman on the brink of a long overdue release. The image of the writhing woman in the mirror, impaling herself on her fingers, so enthralled Joan that it almost seemed she was watching someone else. "Look at that shameless slut." She thought. "You shameless slut." Joan muttered aloud, addressing herself. She watched the body of the woman in mirror as it spasmed in orgasmic release. "Slut! Oh! God!" She grunted as she felt the waves of pleasure wash over quaking body. Joan reclined on the bench as her ecstasy subsided, breathing deeply trying to recover from her exertion. She began to cry softly, feeling the burden of an emotional morning. Kathy had waited a few minutes after her mother left the kitchen to collect her composure. She wasn't sexually attracted to her mother, but Kathy definitely felt a lewd fascination with the memory of having her pussy rubbing her mother's trembling hand. She was still in an excited state as she ambled through the dining room and into the living room. When Kathy saw her brother seated on the couch stroking his erect cock she wasn't surprised. She was very familiar with Phillip's ability to quickly recover after sex. "Phillip, you must want to get caught." Kathy stated matter-of-factly. "I told you I'm not ashamed of what we're doing." Her brother responded. "I know. But, with Mom right down the hall? Please." She tried to sound irritated. "You wouldn't believe how horny I am right now." Phillip said as if ignoring his sister's concern. Kathy laughed. "Oh, yeah I would." She sat beside him. "You're always horny! Now put that thing away before you get caught!" "Mom's went for a shower and I haven't heard the water start. She won't be out for a while. Take your shorts off." "Dammit, Phillip." Kathy glared at her brother. He calmly continued moving his fist up and down his dick. "C'mon, Kathy. Show me that pussy." He taunted her. "No. No more until we're alone." "How long will that be?" he asked, frustrated. "As long as it takes. I'm not gonna get caught just 'cause you're horny." "You know you want it just as bad. Don't you remember ten minutes ago?" "I do want it. But, I don't wanna get caught, Phillip." They both heard the sound of the shower. "See? She just got in, Kathy." Pleaded Phillip. He leaned over and kissed her shoulder softly. "We can fuck before she gets though." He said. Kathy shivered involuntarily at his use of the word "fuck". "Noooooo." She made a feeble attempt at pushing him away. Phillip continued kissing up her neck, a few pecks along her cheek and their lips touched. "Oh, Phillip." Whispered Kathy. Phillip tongued his sister's lips until he felt her resistance melt and she sucked his tongue into her mouth. As they French kissed he placed her hand on his rampant cock and she responded by squeezing the gristle-filled organ tightly. "You gonna get naked for me now, Kathy?" asked Phillip, breaking their kiss. Staring at him while biting her bottom lip she answered, "Why do you want me naked?" "So I can stick this cock in you. Fuck you with it. You want that, Kathy? You want this cock inside you?" Phillip asked as he moved his hips causing his hard-on to slide back and forth in his sister's tiny hand. Kathy whimpered as she nodded in silent assent. Phillip backed up slightly so she could remove her shorts. When they were off he pushed her knees apart and moved between her legs as she sat facing him. Kathy's trim legs wrapped around his waist and he looked down her flat belly to that forbidden flesh. Phillip kissed her again, deeply, and brought his hands to Kathy's breast. Squeezing a handful of each, his thumbs circling her nipples stimulating them into erection. Kathy squealed in appreciation as her brother leaned against her, his engorged manhood wedged between their bodies. "You want that dick?" asked Phillip, moving his hips so that his erection slid across his sister's clit. Kathy grunted in response and matched his motion with her hips so that they were moving slowly in rhythm. "I want to fuck that cock. I want that hard cock to fuck my pussy." Snarled Kathy. Within a few more strokes their movements synchronized and the flared head of Phillip's penis split his sister's labia and he thrust the entire length into her. Kathy yelped at the penetration of her brother's thick member, the sensation of its intrusion familiar and longed for. They moved in unison with an occasional grunt or groan marking their progress to ecstasy. "Oh, God, Phillip!!" screamed Kathy. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" Phillip slammed into his sister's pussy with such force that their bodies met with audible slaps. The suction of Kathy's vagina on her brother's penis created a sloshing noise that the siblings had experienced a dozen times over the past week. "You're a hot little piece, Kathy." Growled Phillip. "I turn you on, don't I?" she struggled to exclaim. "You want to cum on me?" Kathy squeaked, her eyes begging. "When you cum, sister...when you cum." Her orgasm began with that promise and Kathy groaned loudly as the pleasure erupted in her body. Grasping her brother's broad shoulders for support, Kathy let her self become enveloped in her climax. Still moving slowly in and out of his sister's cunt, Phillip watched her orgasm slowly subside. As she still trembled in her excitement he withdrew his cock from her pussy and stood up slightly. Holding Kathy's head with his left hand he roughly jacked his purple veined meat, aiming at her face. Kathy began to weep in anticipation. "Shoot it, Phillip. Shoot it on me." Just as she said "me" a violent, hot stream spurted from Phillip's cock over her face. His sister shrieked in surprise and he unloaded two more ropes of cum across her face. The viscous liquid flowed slowly down her cheeks and chin as his organ twitched, releasing a few more globs that dropped heavily onto her chest. Realization Ch. 02 "Oh, God, Phillip. Look what you did." Kathy blurted through her tears. "There's cum all over me. You came all over me!" That's when they heard the shower stop. Phillip calmly stood his sister up by pulling her to her feet. She wobbled a bit still weak, "Phillip. I...don't know...I have cum all over me." More sobs. He picked up their clothes and guided her down the hall to her room. He handed Kathy her shorts and pushed her into the room. "Get cleaned up." He hissed and closed the door. Then he went to his room to clean up as well. Joan turned the water off in the shower and cocked her head. "Was that someone screaming?" she wondered. Realization of a Masochist On the outside, she was perfectly normal; perhaps well on the positive side of normal. She was a loving daughter, sister and friend. She was loyal and honest in her relationships. She had a steady part time job waiting tables at a restaurant and she also attended college, taking as many credits as possible. She always paid her bills on time and kept her promises. She was fiercely independent. She had a strong work ethic and strong morals and values. Everywhere she went people liked her and wanted to be her friend. She was always happy to oblige. Really the only odd or seemingly abnormal thing about her, aside from her occasional urge to dress in full gothic attire, was that she had often jumped from bed to bed, never keeping a steady boyfriend. She had enjoyed herself, yes, but she always felt there was something missing; something more that she could be experiencing, but it was always just beyond her reach. Her adventurous nature made her fun and exciting to be around, for she was always willing to try new things. She spent a lot of her time seeking thrills and new experiences, from new roller coasters to bungee jumping, traveling and meeting new people. She had a deep-seated, primal affinity for danger and taking risks. This probably had to do with the fact that every sexual relationship she'd ever had had some elements of danger and risk involved. On a subconscious level, she probably associated those elements with sex. And after all, was thrill seeking not just a search for sexual feelings outside of the act itself? Sex aside, she always made a point to face her fears head on, by doing things that scared her for no apparent reason – except she privately told herself it was to make her a better, stronger person. Strength was probably the most important thing to her. However, it was a quiet, indirect power that she craved. One night, she got into one of her famous verbal sparring wars with one of her friends. It turned into a physical, pushing and pinching match, ending with several bites and slaps. It was fairly normal for her to play fight with her friends like that, but this particular one ended a bit more roughly than usual. When she got home and stripped down in the bathroom, she saw the light bruises blushing her skin. She examined them and lightly ran her fingers over them, just enough to coax a little pain out of her nerves. The surge of power she felt as the pain reminded her of the strength she had shown shot a wave of pleasure through her limbs, making her knees tremble. She ran her hands over the marks again and again, sighing with what even she would have described as a disturbing mix of pleasure and pain. Her hands drifted to other parts of her body later as she lay between the cool sheets, and as she peaked she made the first all-encompassing connection between pain and pleasure. She continued this for the next couple of nights, until the pain faded with the bruises. Eventually she began to associate orgasm with small doses of pain; not just physical pain. Emotional anguish was also exciting to her, and she would unconsciously think about painful things more than was necessary, to inflict this different type of discomfort onto herself. Discomfort, she believed, was the key to expanding your own personal comfort zone, and therefore gaining strength. She had never really thought about the term "masochist" until her uncle made a comment one day, over a bowl of his famously spicy chili. "They say that people who love spicy food and eat it all the time are expressing masochistic tendencies. They say they like the pain of it." That comment really hit home to her, and she began to look at other aspects of her life in a new light. She thought about how when she was a child, in karate lessons, she would look forward to board breaking because of how it proved your strength. She also liked the sting of the skin after breaking one with her bare hand. After working out at the gym she would experience the same type of muscle soreness as everyone else. What she hadn't realized was that most people do something about it. They take a little medicine, soak in a hot tub, take Epsom salt baths, etc. But she would just endure the dull pain, sometimes pushing herself even harder when she was sore. Even when she had a perfectly legitimate reason, she would shy away from painkillers and drugs that dulled physical and emotional feeling. However, she had somewhat of a weakness for the types that heightened these sensations. She had a definite thing for spicy foods, and her threshold of heat rivaled those of most men. She could handle the hottest peppers, the most robust Indian and Thai cuisine. As with everything in her life, she would push herself past her limits, knowing that the more she pushed, the more she would be able to handle next time around. As far as sex was concerned, she liked to postpone her orgasms as long as possible, almost finding more pleasure in the feeling of build up and suppression than with actual orgasm. She focused on wanting things just beyond her reach, and this concentration undoubtedly made her aim higher and forge ahead towards her goals, but were all these things just ways of expressing her masochistic tendencies? And if so, what did this mean? Was she a freak? Did she need therapy? Could she indulge herself without harming her everyday life? The one thing that excited her about the fact that she could be a masochist was the idea that if she craved pain, then she was free of one of the most paralyzing fears in humankind. This, in her mind, gave her even more power. He seemed like a perfectly normal, sweet, gentle kind of person. But of course we know that the ones that seem this way on the outside usually make up for it once you get to know them. For some reason, of which the process is still a mystery, he caught her attention. She had a feeling there was more to him than met the eye. She had a weakness for seeking out the mysteries of men. As usually was the case, it didn't take her long to begin to uncover his. When they made love for the first time it was rough and fast, and she had several marks on her body left from it. He seemed to really get into the aggressive aspects, so she didn't have to do much of anything. She loved that. Sometimes she got tired of pleasing herself - what she really needed was someone to do it for her, because it got exhausting. The next time around the same thing happened, and it, along with her new thoughts on the subject, got her curious. She worked up the nerve to ask if he was "into" that sort of thing. S&M, B&D, etc. "I had a feeling you would ask me this eventually, I just didn't expect it to be so soon." There is a certain intuition involved in finding people of like mind, across all different subcultures. S&M is no different, and somehow they recognized each other. She bared her soul to him, telling all the secrets inside her that had been dying to come out. She told him all the little things that pointed her in the direction of Masochist. He listened quietly with a serene look in his smoldering eyes, and when she finished he kissed her passionately and said, "Don't worry. You can be comfortable with me, for I will push your limits farther than you could on your own." The next time they saw each other, things became a little more structured. He undressed her, ran his hands through her long, raven-black hair and pulled it just hard enough to send a chill down her spine, and a twinge of excitement through her veins. He spanked her, full-handed and hard, with a firm squeeze at the end of it. The force sent her forward to the wall, where she leaned while he did it over and over again. She bit back her moans of pleasure while concentrating on his velvety voice, purring to her about the joys of needing to be possessed and dominated. She liked to rake her nails over his skin, and bite him and he tasted good, but she didn't get the same surge of excitement and pleasure that she got when he bit, scratched, slapped or squeezed her. There were so many things she wanted to do for him, but she would only be able to enjoy doing them completely if he forced her to do that which she already desired. The idea of being bound, held down and "forced" into things during sex appealed immensely to her, and he was the first person willing to oblige these desires. The first time he tied her up she felt so vulnerable, yet she trusted him so completely that it gave her an odd sense of power. Knowing that she was in quiet control is what excited her the most. She could completely call the shots. If she wanted him to stop at any moment, he would. But he knew just how far to push her, and he knew when she really meant that she wanted more. He was able to give her everything she had always wanted, but never knew how to ask for. She became completely addicted to their sessions, more so than any drug could have taken hold of her. She lived for each time they would see each other, and thoughts of their time together invaded her at the most inopportune times. Instead of pushing them out, she would surrender, letting her mind wander and experience him again in her daydreams. She began to lose some of her friends and other close relationships, and she started to care less and less about school. And for the first time in her life, she didn't care. All she cared about was getting the pleasure she felt she deserved, especially after all the time of going without complete satisfaction. She was sure that others would say she had a problem that needed to be fixed, but in her mind the enjoyment she felt from it far outweighed the problems it caused. She consciously allowed it to consume her life, and eventually she lost herself in her new world of immense pleasure and pain. Realization vs. Reality This story is one hundred percent true to the best of my recollection. I wanted to tell someone for so long, but never have, until now. Feed back is appreciated, and applications are being accepted. Read the story, you’ll understand. To get to the story… So…here I sit. 40 years old and revisiting the confusion of my youth. I am, and always have been, a first string heterosexual male. From my earliest memories of when I began to notice girls, I have always delighted in the wonders of women. I became sexually active at age 16, and there has never been any question in my mind that the only sex that aroused me sexually was of the female persuasion. That being said, when I was 12 years old, I had and experience that changed me forever. I had a friend, Tommy, who was 14. He was bigger and stronger than me, but we got along well. One day, while wrestling, he pulled my shorts down. I struggled, but he was too big and strong, and he held me down and played with my pubescent package. He kept telling me to be quiet and relax. After playing with my crank like it was some kind of toy, he turned around so that he was sitting on my chest facing me. He had pulled his schlong out his button fly’s, and was jacking his dick right in front of my face. I was flabbergasted, but I couldn’t look away. When I did look up into his eyes, he was smiling. He lifted his butt off of me and put the engorged head of his leaking cock to my lips. “Suck it, or I’ll tell everyone that you’re a fag” he commanded. I don’t know why, but I didn’t hesitate. I was not attracted to other boys, but this hard cock in my face was making me horny. I remember distinctly the strong pungent odor of his cock and feeling of the hard, yet soft flesh in my mouth. Just before he came, he pulled his dick from my mouth and shot his load on my chest. I remember something like a mix of relief and disappointment that he hadn’t finished while I was sucking on him. That was my one and only “gay” experience. I have never since been attracted to men, and I have reveled in the physical relationships I have had with a variety of woman over the last 24 years. So, here I sit, 40 years old and just now realizing that while I am not attracted to men, I love cocks. I love mine, and I love looking at others. Hard or flaccid, black, white, or brown. The thought of a hard cock makes my dick twitch. I guess I have always felt this way, but I guess I never really got it because the men attached to the cocks I have seen inspire no sexual feelings at all. It was the damned internet. Shemale porn everywhere. And while the majority of the images inspire no lascivious thoughts in me, I cannot help myself from seeking them out. And every once in a while I am rewarded by the image of a gorgeous woman with great tits, fine ass, and a big hard cock. So I fantasize, and jack my dick to thoughts of one of these gorgeous lady/boys dominating me and making me suck her cock. I have even bought dildos and fucked myself in my virgin ass to thoughts of being taken by a beautiful shemale. I have at times thought to act on my obsession, but porn, the occasional 1-900 number, and chat rooms are as far as I was able to take it. That is until I met Jamie. Okay, about me. I am 6’3” tall and weigh about 250lbs. Because of my height, I carry the weight well. I am not ripped, but neither am I a slob. I work in construction, and am in pretty good shape considering my eating habits. I am average looking. The kind of guy some women think is handsome, and some wouldn’t spit on if my head was on fire. As far as my “manhood”. I guess it is right for my size. I don’t know how long it is exactly, but I have never been embarrassed to take my clothes off in front of others. And if what I have seen in locker rooms is any indication, I’m pretty well off. My job takes me out of town a lot, hence the poor eating habits. But the travel affords me the opportunity to experience a lot that I would never have the opportunity to otherwise. I am divorced, with no children, so I am not really tied to anyone or anything, so I am able to “play” when I am out of town. I have gotten the art of seducing younger women down to a science almost. And I have enjoyed the company of more than a few during my travels. Sex isn’t always, or even usually the result of these indulgences, but it happens often enough to keep me happy. Now the story. I was working in New York. About an hour away from Manhattan. I was going to be there for about four months. Being that close to the city, I had the opportunity to go there on the weekends once or twice. I considered going to a club where I might actually meet a real shemale, or even hiring a tranny escort, just to have the experience. But I chickened out each time. I had fun in New York though, even got laid once. So I’m working in this little town and spending my weekends playing golf, or going to the movies. I wasn’t planning on going back into the city anymore, so my dreams of finding me a real shemale slowly faded. One night, about two weeks from the end of the job, I decided to go out to a bar down the street. It was within walking distance, and I had kept telling myself I would check it out before I went home for good. The food was good, the beer was cold, and they had live entertainment after 10. It was just before midnight, and I was finishing my fifth and what I swore would be my last beer. As I was turning to leave, this young woman sat down beside me. I guessed her to be about 25 or so, with long blonde hair and a really nice figure. She was about 5’8”, tall for a woman, and slim, with what appeared to be a nice full set of tits. She had a thin waist and her hips flared in a way that made me do a double take. She was wearing a tight multi colored dress, cut low in front and with a hem line that was threatening to climb above her thighs as she slid onto the stool next to me. I sat back down and turned towards her. “Can I buy you a drink?” I asked. An oldie but a consistently successful ice breaker. “Sure she said, if you sit and have one with me” Now there was no way I was walking out with that kind of invitation handed to me by this hot little number. I sat back down and she ordered for both of us. “Two shots and two drafts barkeep” she said, smiling mischievously. The bartender didn’t ask shots of what, or what kind of beer, so I figured her for a regular. “I’m Jamie” she said, holding out her hand. “Hi, my name is Tim” I reply, taking her hand. It was warm and delicate, with long tapering fingers and well manicured nails. The shots,(whiskey), and the beers( draft lager), arrived and we moved to a table. We chatted for awhile about nothing in particular. The band was playing and announced they were going to “slow it down” a little. Jamie asked me to dance, and being semi inebriated and increasingly horny, I agreed. The thought of this lovely young woman in my arms was arousing carnal thoughts in me. She fit perfectly in my arms, and as we swayed to the music, she whispered in my ear, “wanna get out of here?” I leaned back and just grinned at her. Her green eyes sparkled with delight as she took my hand and led me off the dance floor and towards the door. We both made a detour to the bathrooms, and then were outside. “Where do you want to go?” I asked. “Where are you staying?” Jamie responded. “I am staying at the Hampton Inn just down there” I told her, pointing vaguely in the direction of my hotel. “Sounds good to me” We walked hand in hand down the brightly lit block. Just before getting to the hotel, we passed a liquor store where Jamie insisted we pick up a bottle of wine. We got back to my room, and I realized that I had no wine glasses, and no corkscrew. I got two hotel glasses that were clean, and I opened the wine with my pocket knife. We were both giggling and laughing at the situation. After a couple glasses of wine, and more small talk. Jamie looked into my eyes and said, “are you going to kiss me?, or what?” I broke out laughing, it was just funny for some reason. Jamie joined in and somehow during the laughter, I wound up closer to her. Her beautiful almond shaped eyes looked into mine as I leaned in for a kiss. Her full and sensuous lips found mine. They were so soft and wet I almost came in my pants. I have always liked kissing, and we spent a long time doing just that. Kissing like lovers who have known each other for a long time. There was some touching and caressing, all over the clothes though. Sometime during this necking marathon, Jamie’s hand ended up on my thigh. High up and close to my straining cock. While we kissed, she let her hand slide up and over the outline of my cock, caressing it through my khakis. I began to fondle her full breasts through her dress, and eventually was able to maneuver her so that I could slide her dress off her shoulders and expose two of the most beautiful tits I have ever seen. The were so round and firm. But soft at the same time. Her areola’s where dark brown and large with nipples that were hard and long, just the way I like them. I tried to get her to let me slide the dress under her hips so I could see the rest of her body, but she had other plans. “Just lay back cowboy, its time to play” she said grinning like the Cheshire cat. Lay back I did, and she leaned over me, planting first one nipple, and then the other in my mouth. She left each there for only a few seconds, then repeated this. The second time, I heard her began to purr, yes purr. Then she said “Bite Them!!” “what?” “BITE THEM GODDAMMIT!!!, BITE MY NIPPLES, HARD!!!!” So I did. She began to squirm and moan like no woman had ever done with me before. Jamie reached behind herself and grabbed my cock in a vise like grip. “If you want me to take care of this, you better bite me harder.” I wanted her to take care of my cock in the worst way, so I applied yet more pressure with my teeth. “Yes, yes, yes YES!!” she screamed. And I swear I think she orgasmed right then. My nipples are sensitive, so I could relate, but I had never shot my wad just from nipple play. WOW As soon as her breathing began to come back to normal, she slid back off my lap and knelt between my legs. Jamie undid my belt and unzipped my fly, then began sliding my pants down. I raised my hips to facilitate this action and as my pants were fairly ripped off my legs, my swollen cock sprang to attention and waved in the air merely inches from this sexy woman’s panting mouth. “AHH” she said, more of a yell than a whisper. She opened her mouth and swallowed my cock in what seemed like one motion. I shave my nether regions and she was licking my shorn balls and taking them in her mouth in a way that was making me vibrate. Then she moved back to my rod. Licking and slathering it with her tongue. She held the base of the shaft with one hand, and my balls with the other. As she began to slide my trembling member over her tongue and down her throat, she started squeezing my nuts with every down stroke. I never would have believed something that hurt like that could feel so good. Damn, I was in heaven. As I began to feel my impending orgasm build inside me, I was torn between letting her take me over the edge, and wanting to take her clothes the rest of the way off and fuck her good and hard. As this decision was being weighed in my fevered brain, Jamie took the reins and relieved me of the responsibility of making the choice. She pulled back, my incredibly swollen cock bobbing just in front of her beautiful face. “You like?” “Oh god YES” “You want more?” “Yes yes yesss” “You want to cum in my mouth don’t you?” she asked quietly. “Yes, but I want to treat you right too Jamie, I do. Please take off your dress and let me taste you” I pleaded. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” “YES” “Are you positive?” “YES, YES, YES” “Okay, but remember, you wanted it” All I could think of was how badly I wanted to see this seductress naked. How I wanted to run my tongue all over her body and taste every inch of her skin. Jamie stood, and for the first time all night looked unsure of herself. She turned her back to me and slid her skirt down over her hips, hooking her thumbs in her G string and taking that down as well. She stood with her legs together as she bent over to disrobe, and in the limited light, I couldn’t see her pussy, but her ass was incredible. I have always been an ass man, and her’s was first rate. Slowly she began to turn towards me. As she turned completely around to face me I looked at her eyes, then her lips, her shoulders, her beautiful big breasts, her narrow waist, her flaring hips, her big, hard cock… Big hard cock? I did a classic double take, then realized that all my dreams and fantasies were standing right in front of me. The worried look on Jamie’s face disappeared as she saw the smile on mine. She stepped to me and said, “still wanna taste me?” In response, I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. With her standing, that beautiful cock was right at face level. It was about the same size as mine, but not as fat. I smelled the glorious odor of her cock and balls. I stuck out my tongue and began to taste her. Jamie shaved completely like I did, and I spent a long time teasing and tasting her. Finally, I opened my mouth and slid down over her beautiful dick. Within minutes she was pumping my face like it was her job. I squeezed her balls as she had mine, and she began to shake and moan like she did when I bit her nipples. I had never tasted cum from another cock before, but I was ready to do it now! I wanted her to come in my mouth, down my throat. I needed it. Once again, Jamie had other ideas. She began to talk to me again. Her voice rough and stern like when he told me to bite her harder. “Oh, you are a good little cock sucker aren’t you?” she commanded. “MMMMM_HMMM” I moaned around her cock as she continued to fuck my face. “You want to taste my cum don’t you?” she asked. Again “MMMM_HMMMM” was all I could manage. “Well you will bitch, but not yet!” Something in her voice scared and excited me like I had not thought possible. She pulled her cock from my lips and I actually whimpered. I wanted to suck her so badly. She turned and grabbed her purse. She rummaged inside and came out with a tube of lubricant. Now as I said, I am an ass man, and I enjoy anal sex, but all I wanted was her cock in my mouth at that moment. I began to tell her this, when she cut me off. “I know what you are thinking you little cock sucker!, but its not for me” With this she got on her knees again and roughly lifted my legs over her shoulders. As she bent to take my jerking cock in her hot mouth once more, I felt something cold on my ass. She began to lube my tight ass hole and then slid one, and then two fingers up my ass as she continued to bob on my cock. When a girl sticks a finger up my ass, it always makes me cum bigger. I don’t know why. And as much as I wanted to suck Jamie’s cock until she came down my throat, the way she was making me feel made me lay back. All of a sudden, she pulled her mouth from my cock and assumed a more upright position. As I realized what was about to happen, I opened my mouth to protest, but it was too late. “Here bitch, we both know what you really need” she said through gritted teeth. With these words, she rammed her rock hard rod into my tight ass. Generous lube and some finger excercises had loosened me sufficiently so that the first cock up my ass slid in without too much trouble. The pain was intense, but then faded to a dull ache, and then a delightful tingle. As she began to thrust, the tingle turned to the most intensely hot sexual pleasure I have ever known. Jamie continued to fuck me, swearing at me and calling me names all the while. I had already figured out that this was how she expressed herself when she was really into the sex, and honestly it just turned me on more. After all, wasn’t my fantasy to be dominated by a hot shemale? Well it was happening, and it was better than I had ever imagined. As her pace quickened, I knew she was close to coming, and actually, so was I. Jamie had wrapped her hand around my cock and jerked me in time with her thrusts. I could feel the cum began to rise up in my nuts and threaten to burst free. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Jamie pulled out of my ass, leaving me feeling empty. “but..but” I stammered. “Shut up and lay down on the floor” she commanded. I did as I was told, and she climbed on top of me in the classic 69 position. She grabbed my cock and told me to “swallow my cock you little cum loving bitch, and you better not cum until I do” With that, she swooped down on my cock and began bobbing her head up and down like a piston. I wasted no time. I peeled the condom she had somehow slipped on from her cock and directed that beautiful piece of meat to my hungry mouth. I came close to cumming many times. A beautiful woman sucking my cock, and a beautiful cock in my mouth. I was in heaven. After a very few minutes, I felt her tense up, and sure enough she began to shoot hot, thick ropes of cum down my throat. As soon as the first shot hit my tongue I started to shoot my own load in Jamie’s mouth. We spent some time licking each other clean and then we cuddled next to each other on the floor, pulling a blanket across our bodies. “Sorry about the way I talked to you, I cant help it when I get that turned on” she said softly. “Don’t you dare apologize” I replied, “you are everything I have ever wanted in a woman, and more. I wouldn’t want you to change a thing” She smiled and said, “You never had a cock in your ass before did you?” I admitted that I had not, but assured her she could repeat the lesson anytime. Jamie stayed with me in my hotel until the job was over and I went home. She taught me many many many things, and I will never forget her. I tried to get her to come home with me, but she refused, saying she needed to be near the city. On her part, she tried to convince me to stay in New York, but I had my own life to go back to. My life has changed forever now. I still date women, but the only women I want to be with are the ones with nice big dicks. My dream is to find a shemle lover to spend the rest of my life with. Are you out there? Realization "Oh, my God!" Kathy exclaimed involuntarily. She raised her hand to her mouth. "What?" Phillip asked. His sister shook her head slowly in a nonverbal refusal to answer. "What did I say?" insisted Phillip thinking he had upset Kathy. "It's not what you said." She finally spoke. "It's something I thought...I can't say it. I didn't even think about it last night when I was....masturbating. Exhibiting my body in such a depraved way...like a slut. Wanting you to watch me, wanting to excite you." "What?" Phillip repeated. His penis stirred as he listened to her explicit words. "I thought about...you and me..." Kathy closed her eyes. "Go ahead, Kathy." Phillip moved a hand to his erection. "Fucking!" his sister blurted. "Oh, Phillip. I can't believe I actually thought that! That I wanted to fuck you. To have you take me....possess me. In every way. To submit to you. To your body...your cock." Phillip was now stroking his hard meat inside his trunks. His sister's use of such graphic language was new to him. It was electrifying hearing Kathy stress the words "fucking", "submit" and "cock". He had never experienced her unique expression of the fervent and intimate details that couples share. The lure of her turn of phrase was erotic and irresistible to him. It consumed him to the point that he pushed his trunks down his legs and openly massaged the stiff rod. Kathy gasped as she caught sight of her brother's heavily veined cock revealed in the bright sunlight. She was entranced by the purple, flared head at the end of the gristle-filled shaft. "Phillip." She whispered hoarsely. "What are you doing to me?" Phillip gently took his sister by the wrist and guided her to a kneeling position in front of him. He leaned down and kissed her. Deeply, with a passionate and hungry need. Kathy sucked his tongue into her mouth and groaned in joy at having her brother lead her in this exploit. Phillip thrilled at his sister's surrender and reaching down, pushed her dress past her shoulders. She pulled her arms though so that the dress fell in a bunch around her waist uncovering her breasts. Her titties possessed the firmness of youth, their skin soft and white. Tipped by pink nipples that were surrounded by small areolas. Still kissing Kathy, Phillip let his hand wander to a rapidly stiffening nipple. The enraptured young woman shuddered feeling her brother's fingers flick over her protruding nipple. Phillip broke their kiss and placing his hand behind his sister's head, holding it in place as he directed his cock to her lips. Kathy looked up at Phillip, her eyes widening...in fear?...anticipation? He could not decide and did not care. Kathy needed her brother's cock in her mouth. She yearned to surrender to its primitive and mindless domination. The raw sensation of submitting to him and to his maddening desire burned her soul. He watched his sister's lips open slightly and he slowly, but with a steady motion, introduced the burning organ into her mouth. Kathy whimpered, her eyes pleading silently. As Phillip initiated a thrusting motion with his hips he continued squeezing and pulling Kathy's nipples. The circumference of Phillip's penis stretched her mouth wider as it expanded; covered with her saliva it glistened as it moved back and forth over her drooling lips. Kathy was moaning continuously, totally engrossed in her task. Phillip could tell that he would come soon if he continued, Kathy was sucking fiercely and moving her tongue around his cock very expertly. He pulled his dick from her mouth and insistently pulled Kathy from her knees. "Phillip?" Kathy sobbed. "Turn around." Ordered her brother. When she was facing away from him Phillip forced her to lay across the lounge on her belly. Pulling her dress completely off her nearly naked body was stretched out before him. He forcefully pulled her panties to one side uncovering her pussy. Spreading Kathy's slim legs he knelt behind her. "Phillip?" another plea. Her brother repeatedly stroked the head of his cock across her sopping cunt lips. "Is this what you were thinking about?" Phillip growled. "Oh, God." Kathy exclaimed. "Is it?" Phillip demanded. "Yes!" squealed his sister. "Say it." Sobs racked Kathy as the fleshy head of her brother's penis wormed around her slit and over her clitoris. "Say it, Kathy!" "Fuck...me." She managed to utter between gasps. Her submission incited Phillip to action and he pushed his scalding penis into Kathy's lubricated pussy. She made an attempt to move away from the invading organ and Phillip restrained her movement with a hand on her shoulder. With her pliant, supple body immobilized he moved his hips making the rampant cock slide completely inside Kathy's pulsing cunt. The stunned young woman moaned deeply as she felt the bulbous head of her brother's penis drive totally inside her body. Phillip thrust into her repeatedly, violently. His tightly muscled abs slapped against Kathy's ass with every thrust. She could feel the hard stomach fall onto her white butt over and over. He did not know how long he could delay his orgasm and wanted to make every movement count. After only a short time he could feel Kathy's vagina spasm in climax. That was all he was able to stand. Phillip removed his cock from his sister's cunt and pulled her around to face the inevitable. Frigging her with two fingers of his right hand he directed the head of his dick at Kathy's face. With tears running down her cheeks and her body contorting in orgasm he released his load in her face. Kathy felt the scorching liquid spray across her cheek and jaw. Yielding to her brother in this act was to prolong and enhance her orgasm to the point of nearly being unbearable. Her vocalizations were random and unintelligible, but her mind was screaming "Cum! More! Cum on me!" Four times her brother grunted, shooting thick, white semen across her sweet, beautiful face. Spent, he sat on the lounge beside her watching the goo slide down her face and onto her titties. Like the night before, Phillip cleaned his sister of his sperm. Holding her tightly in a lover's embrace he could only speculate where their lives together would lead them. Kathy knew, though, that she would never refuse her brother. Anything. Anytime. Anywhere.