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An Awakening

By: VeraGem



I was an only child, but just before I finished High School my parents divorce landed me in the custody of my Father. When he remarried just after my eighteenth birthday I found myself with a stepbrother and sister. The house we lived in was small, and we shared it with my step-grandparents for several years. My brother and sister were both very close to my age. Sarah is one year older than me and Jeff is two years older.

Sarah and I shared a small room with bunk beds. Jeff had his own in the corner of the attic. We quickly became great friends. I remember many nights lying in the bottom bunk, Sarah and I talking for hours about anything and everything. Eventually talk of boys and sex took op most of our late night conversations. She'd tell me fantasy stories about the guys she'd been with while I'd lay there in the dark, letting my hands wander over my body, listening to her whisper about how she loved to suck cock and let boys eat her pussy. Sarah was my first and best teacher when it came to the subject of sex.

One night she was off on a particularly long and hot story; talking about her boyfriend, how she'd let him pull down her panties that afternoon, how wicked it felt, him seeing her pussy in the back of his garage, how his fingers felt on her clit, how she wiggled away before he could push his fingers inside her. She told me how she pulled his cock out of his pants and stroked it back and forth, all in lurid detail. By this time I was horny as hell, tingling all over. Though I wouldn't have described it this way then, in hindsight I'd say I was positively aching to be fucked.

I stopped her in mid story.

"I wish I knew what it was like, to have a guy touch me like that," I whispered to her in the dark. Then she was leaning over the edge of the top bunk, her hair hanging down, looking at me.

"Do you?" she asked.

My mouth suddenly dry, my breath coming faster, my heart racing.

“Yes.” I answered. She was getting me hot and I just wanted to be touched.

"Roll over toward the wall," she whispered back. I did as she told me. Then she was reaching down between the bed and the wall. Looking up I could see she'd wedged her shoulder in there as well. I could see part of her face above me in the dark. She pulled back the covers, left me lying there in just my flowered cotton panties and oversized T-shirt. Then her hand was on my thigh, brushing gently so that goose bumps broke out over my whole body. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. She told me to close my eyes and pretend it was a man, touching my body.

Then she was whispering to me again, telling me about the guy touching me. She let her hand wander over my body, acting out all of the details.

"...He reaches under your shirt..."

I felt his hand on my belly.

"...He touches your tits, he's playing with your nipples..."

And my shirt was pulled up, fingers running over my nipples, one to the other until they were hard as rocks. Gentle tugs and pinches, twisting and pulling. Never since then has anyone paid so much attention to my nipples. I was transported, just lying there reveling in pleasure. Sarah went on talking.

"...And then he tells you to pull down your panties..."

My hear was pounding, ready to explode. I hooked my fingers in my panties and all but ripped them down my thighs.

"No," she said, "you have to do it slow and tease him a bit or he'll think you're a slut."

"I don't feel like a slut," I replied, "and I don't see what's wrong with it. I just want to feel him touch my pussy."

She let her hand travel lower, over my belly and hip, brushing against my pussy lips. It was so fucking hot, so wild. I never knew anything could feel so fucking good. I began to thrust my hips into her hand as she pushed herself farther down between the bed and the wall, her magical fingers still working between my legs.

"I'm telling you Vera, you have to pretend you don't want him to do it."

I felt like saying 'sure, fine, whatever' but all I could do at that moment was grind myself against her hand. Then I wanted to touch her too.

I reached up next to the wall and managed to work my hand high enough to feel her breasts. The were (and still are) bigger than mine, her nipples are bigger also, larger than half-dollars. I'd never imagined how soft they were. We caressed each other for hours, me listening to her stories, both of us exploring each other's bodies in the darkness of our little bedroom. Then she kind of shocked me.

"You know," she started, then hesitated, as if changing her mind.

"What?" I whispered back.

"Well, if you want," another stop. She was driving me crazy.

"What!" I was getting irritated with her holding back, still playing with my nipples.

"Well, I'm sure if you wanted, I could probably get Jeff to let you see his cock."

I was stunned, speechless but excited at the same time. I thought it over, thinking how nasty it was, a sister offering to let a brother show his cock like that. I was breathing hard, like I'd been running, but her hands were on me and my state of excitement was such that it outweighed any thoughts of wrongness or getting caught.

"I've seen it," she went on, "he's even let me play with it. Did you ever see a guy shoot his stuff?"

This was too much for me. The thought of her watching Jeff cum was so sexy, so nasty, so deliciously evil. I wanted in on it too. Long story short I told her yes, I wanted to see his cock. We finally drifted off to sleep, me still wondering if I'd had an orgasm or not. The next day at breakfast I had a hard time looking at Sarah without both of us giggling like morons, and I couldn't look Jeff in the eye at all. All that day I weighed the situation in my mind, mixed feelings of backing out and wanting to just go for it. What could looking hurt, anyway?

At dinner that night the same looks, the same near-giggles, the same fear of eye contact, the same anticipation of what might happen. Hell, for all I knew Jeff would laugh at me. I'd been playing out all kinds of wild scenes in my head and not all of them had happy endings. My hands were shaking, and I sat there, sure everyone knew what I was thinking. When my dad asked me how my day was and if anything was wrong I all but jumped out of my chair.

Finally dinner was over and Sarah offered to help me with my turn at cleaning up.

"Damn Vera," she said after we were alone in the kitchen, "you look like you're about to have a breakdown." I just looked at her. My tongue was tied.

"I told him," she said. I stopped, the plate in my hand under the warm water, frozen. I just looked at her.

"Calm down, your eyes look like they're going to pop out of your head."

"What did he say?" I expected the worst.

"He thinks you're cute. He said he'd love to get a look at your tits."

That's one line I'll never forget. A split second of relief followed my more butterflies in my stomach. I didn't reply. I could think of nothing to say. Sarah continued talking under cover of the running water, telling me about Jeff's cock, about watching him play with it, about watching his face when he came. My butterflies gradually moved lower until my pussy began to tingle as well. We finished the dishes and Sarah yelled into the other room that we were going upstairs to watch TV with Jeff. My Dad told us not to make a lot of noise. We slipped to the creaking door that led to the stairway and went up, closing the door on what was left of my innocence.

Jeff was watching TV, dressed in sweats, lying on his bed as we mounted the final staircase and closed the door to his room. I was afraid to look at him, staring at the rafters, at his records, at the scratches on the hardwood floor. Nobody said a word. Sarah led me by the hand across the room, stopping to turn down the volume on the TV. Then we were seated on the edge of the bed. She spoke without ceremony.

"Go ahead and show her." Flat and simple. Jeff and I locked eyes. I thought I would explode. There was still a chance to turn back but I didn't want to, in spite of the fact that our parents and grandparents were just two floors away. Jeff got off the bed and pulled his sweats down to his ankles.

I was astonished. I mean I'd seen pictures, but to see a real, hard cock for the first time was I sight I wasn't prepared for. It looked huge to me, standing straight up, the head all red and swollen. He looked first at Sarah and then at me, seeming almost as embarrassed as I was. The moment seemed to last an hour. Then Sarah spoke again.

"Show him Vera, he likes to look while he plays with it." She smiled at me and began to unbutton her blouse. "Comon, he won't attack you."

I reached for my top button, following her actions as if we were looking in a mirror, looking first at her, then at Jeff, then back again. My whole body was flushed and hot. My breath came in rapid gasps. She unhooked her bra in the front and let it fall aside, her breasts springing free. I had my shirt all but off now, but my bra hooked in back and I left it where it was, just watching, still afraid to let him see me.

Sarah didn't push me. She took Jeff by the hand and led him back to the bed. I was transfixed by the way his cock would bob up and down as he walked. Then we were all sitting on the bed.

"What if they come up?" I whispered.

"Don't worry about it," Sarah said, "we'll hear the downstairs door and there's three flights of stairs and another door in between." I began to wonder how long they'd been doing this.

"Just hide your bra under the bed or something, you'll never get it hooked in time if they come up here."

I stood up and dropped my already unbuttoned shirt to the floor. The air felt cool, raw on my skin, hardening my nipples against my bra. It was a feeling I'll never forget, undressing in front of a guy for the first time. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, the sensation of it coming loose magnified a hundred fold by the situation. Goosebumps and butterflies and my pussy tingling and then material sliding over my skin, caressing. I wadded up my bra and stuffed it under his pillow.

"Now put your shirt back on." I did as she said. It made me feel better knowing I could cover up quickly. Then I looked back at Jeff. His hand was wrapped around his cock, pumping it slowly up and down, his eyes glued to my breasts. I felt so hot, so good to be the object of his excitement. Sarah began to play with her nipples and he watched her too, looking back and forth between us.

He started pumping faster, his eyes all but eating us alive. Then Sarah reached over and began running her fingers up and down his thigh. Then she looked at me again, a wild look in her eye.

"Come over here and touch him."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I stood in front of him, watching his hand working up and down his shaft. I saw the head oozing clear and wondered what it was. I reached out and let my fingers brush his hard thigh from top to bottom. He started moaning, almost grunting, his eyes riveted to my tits, his hips beginning to rise off the bed, his feet braced on the floor with me standing between his knees. I felt like he was in our power, as if Sarah and I could at that moment have told him to jump off the roof.

"Touch it," she said, putting her hand on his and pulling it away. His cock was hard against his belly, twitching. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it, marveling at how soft it was, and how hard beneath the skin. Jeff had his hand on Sarah's breast, squeezing. I started to mimic what I'd seen him doing moments before, learning how to jerk him off, sliding the loose skin up and down, feeling it ride smoothly over the veins beneath.

He was straining upward now, his muscles clenched, his face turning red. He reached his other hand for me, sliding his fingers over my neck and down my chest. I was on fire. When he touched my nipple I let out a little gasp and then his cock was throbbing in my hand. He was shooting all over the place. His cum just arched into the air and landed on his belly, on the bed, everywhere. It began to slow then, dribbling out and running over my hand, warm and thick.

We cleaned up with a box of tissues, giggling as we tried to rub it out of the bedspread. Then we sat and watched TV for a while, not bothering to get dressed, Sarah and I on the bed with Jeff in between.

It was the first of many times, and our sessions lasted a few years, tapering off and finally coming to an end after college. We never talk about it now, but every once in a while my mind goes back to relive those days and all of our early explorations.

Copyright ©2001, Veragem Not to be reposted in whole or in part without permission from the author.

An Awakening



Terri and Amanda had planned this spring break vacation since they first became room mates their freshman year of college. As seniors, now they were almost on their way to the beginning of the remainder of their lives. Even though it was early March, the warm ocean, Jamaican breeze, gently warmed their bare flesh as they lay sun bathing alongside the secluded beach. The crystal clear sea, reflected blues and greens from the under water world. Terri closed her eyes, dreamily, thinking of her boy friend, Paul. Wondering what he was doing in Daytona, with Amanda's boy friend, Rick. "Probably drinking and ogling girls in thongs and bikini's" she murmured to her self. Absently thinking it was Paul, Terri glanced down as Amanda's hand began to stroke her thigh, gently from her knee. 

Startled, Terri opened her eyes to view Amanda's hand move up toward her bare mons. Oh such a delicious feeling she thought and then a quizzical furrow raced a crossed her brow. Amanda's hand gently kneaded Terri's flesh until it began a slow, probing, pressing exploration of her slippery lips. Strangely, Terri felt familiarity with this new feeling. Certainly she and Paul made love together in the four years they had dated. Although something always seemed to be slightly off, she knew Paul was wild about her. Oh but the warmth, as Amanda rolled onto her stomach between Terri's legs. Gently pushing her back, Teri had to brace her arms behind her in the sand as Amanda licked and nipped gently, her inner thighs. Amanda nibbled gently on Terri's mound and reached up, cupping one of Terri's soft breasts. Amanda gently flicked a rapidly hardening nipple as Terri moaned softly, thinking, "oh this can't be wrong – it feels so right".

Terri thrust her head back gulping in air in staccato gasps, arms braced against the sand, one leg across Amanda's back gently urging her hungry mouth to suck tightly into her sex. Suddenly, wild vibrations beginning deep within her core stole her breath. Emanating in rapidly symmetrical circles tingling her toes, her breasts in flashing simultaneous spasms. As Terri's breaths slowly began to slow, she opened her eyes to see a Cheshire grin lovingly spread across Amanda's beautiful face. "I've always wanted to do that", Amanda murmured. "You taste as very good as I always thought that you would".

"I never knew" Terri said. "Yes, I sometimes wondered but I didn't think it would be right". Amanda gazed deeply into Terri's eyes and told her, 'baby, I'm not sure what this means for Rick or for Paul". "I think that I still love Rick and I do love to feel that thick pecker of his inside of me, but you mean more to me than anyone else in this whole world". I love you deeply and I can't imagine us going our separate ways in three months". Terri looked deep into Amanda's eyes; deep into her soul and whispered, "Amanda, I really love you, too".

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Slowly, Terri slide down Amanda's slim sun toasted body, licking and suckling like a baby at her breast. With broad licks and pulls, Terri tried to ingest Amanda's soul through her breast into her body. Dropping her trembling hand down past the downy hair of Amanda's mons, Terri, for the first time felt the slippery walls of her roommate, her soul mates inner warmth. Making a decision, Terri quickly straddled Amanda sliding her legs up and over Amanda's head, dipping her head down to Amanda's steaming, quivering vulva while her hands held Amanda's thighs apart. For the first time, Terri dipped her tongue deeply into Amanda's vagina, taking the sweet nectar that Amanda was producing for her. With deliberate but light licks of her tongue, Terri laved up Amanda's pussy until she was gently circling Amanda's clitoris with her tongue. Lightening flashed deep within Terri as Amanda's tongue was tracing the same circular path around Terri's already swollen clitoris. Both lovers began simultaneously sucking the objects of their passion, in deeper and harder pulls. Savoring the flavors and the sensations that were beginning to vibrate deep within their middles. As the vibrations began to radiate in dazzling concentric patterns, Terri thrust her pelvis down into Amanda's hungry mouth as Terri pulled Amanda's clitoris as lovingly and deeply into her mouth as she could. As the Tsunami like waves broke over the bodies of the lovers, Terri's legs pulled skyward from her knees, her slim feet arch sunward with the spasms that left both breathless.

As they entwined their legs and arms around each other, the roommates looked deep into each other's souls and pledged, I love you, forever.

Bigblue 14 March 2001



An Awakening



I was as far as I was aware, completely straight, although I did always have a second look at well-defined men's legs when they were very hairy. One evening as I was standing in at a bar counter ordering a beer, I noticed a rather sexy, petite blond girl sitting on a barstool next to me. We exchanged smiles and started a conversation. As she spoke she began to touch my exposed arm saying that she loved to see a man's hairy arms. I was in my early twenty's, fairly athletically built and both aware and proud of the fact that I was fairly hairy (which I have always acknowledged as a sign of masculinity). I was wearing a polo shirt that revealed much of my arms that are covered in thick fairly silky dark hair with an abundance of chest hair jutting out of the open neck around my neck.

At that moment I noticed a rather good looking bearded guy looking at us, he was slightly taller that I am and had dark golden hair on his head, with natural sun highlights, his full beard (cut fairly short) was a much darker colour as did the thick bush jutting out from around his neck. I noticed that his body proportions were fairly similar to my own, as he was dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. He seemed to be even hairier than I was, with thick blond course hair covering all over his exposed body. On hearing what the girl had to say about my arms, he said that he could match my hairiness any day.

We both continued to chat up this bird, who seemed to be getting more and more turned on - by the way she was rubbing her naked thighs together (obviously getting turned on to both of us). After some time and a number of drinks, the other guy (Brad) suggested that we go to his place to have some more drinks and listen to some music.

As soon as we got to his place, Brad went the kitchen to get some drinks. I was standing close to Ann (the blond chick's name) and she touched my arm again and I bent down, kissed her and held her close to me. She responded by pressing herself against my already rock hard cock. At that moment, Brad returned to the living room and pressed himself against Ann's back, making her the meat between a very hairy sandwich.

It wasn't very long before Ann was carried into the bedroom, having had her loose cotton shift that she had been wearing removed as well as her panties – her only under garment, revealing a small neat shaved pussy which showed off a beautiful rosebud clit. Brad, who had removed her panties, started to suck on her very wet, horny pussy and I quickly stripped and gave her my thick pulsating cock, which she eagerly swallowed. Ann came a couple of times in Brad's mouth, before Brad pulled away to strip, revealing the hairiest body I had ever seen, even hairier than my own as well as a beautiful 8 inch uncut cock, (my own 7 inches being circumcised). Ann turned over onto her stomach to suck on Brad's cock while I entered her sopping pussy from the rear. After a while I pulled her onto myself in a lying position with her lying on top of me, with her back to me, my cock still filling her pussy. Brad went down on Ann, sucking on her clit as I pounded my meat in and out of her hungry pussy. I was starting to experience something completely new and mind blowing as Brad's beard was stimulating my hairy balls as he sucked on Ann who was reaching new heights as she climaxed again and again. Occasionally Brads tongue would also include part of the shaft of my exposed cock.

Brad suddenly pulled away and put his long foreskin onto Ann's clit, enveloping it and as he told us both, he was fucking her clit. This drove us both nearly over the edge and I had much difficulty holding back as Brads pre-cum mingled with Ann's juices. Ann was so excited her cum and juices were drooling down my hairy thighs. Brad suggested that he join me in her soppy cunt. Ann didn't have time to object as Brad forced his thick meat onto my cock forcing Ann's cunt lips to open extremely wide to accommodate us both. After the initial discomfort, Ann was screaming in pleasure as two extremely hairy guys rode in and out of her eager pussy in unison. I reached out and pulled Brad closer on both of us feeling his hairy thighs rubbing against mine, his hairy balls stimulating my own and as I fondled his very hairy ass he yelled out and came all over my cock in Ann's pussy, forcing me to cum almost simultaneously. We were all spent for a while, but after a sleep and shower we repeated the entire performance.

Ever since that night, I have found that I am extremely attracted to other hairy men and have taken every opportunity to explore that side of my sexuality.



An Awakening



"So, when are you going to invite me over for dinner?"

Michelle's question surprised me a little, as I had recently turned forty and she was literally only half my age. I was graying a bit, but I ran several times a week and worked out regularly at the gym, so I looked about ten years younger than I actually was. Still...

"Well, that depends," I smiled and added playfully, "My social calendar is all filled up."

Michelle pouted a little. "Well, I don't cook, and I am tired of eating fast food. I want a nice, home-cooked meal, and rumor has it that you really know your way around the kitchen."

Michelle had only worked for the company for a couple of months. She was a summer intern, hired after her sophomore year at the University, where she was studying engineering. Interns were not generally given a lot of responsibility, and Michelle was no exception. She created mechanical drawings of manufacturing equipment, and she assisted the other designers. She was cute, although certainly not a knockout. Her hair was medium length and brown, and she was in good shape. Her breasts were average-sized, and her most attractive feature was clearly her ass, which looked great in the jeans that she tended to wear. Most unusually, her eyes were two different colors - the left was a grayish-blue, and the right was a deep brown. Once you were over the shock of initially seeing the two different colors, you found yourself gazing into those eyes almost hypnotically. 

It was a Wednesday, and I had nothing planned, so I suggested that she come over to my place that night. I was living in an old farmhouse at the time, but there was an up-to-date kitchen that was ideal for entertaining. I gave her directions, and told her that seven o'clock that evening would be perfect. 

After work I picked up some supplies at the local supermarket. I figured that I would go with Italian food that night, since it was easy and I had already made a perfect tomato sauce the previous evening. In addition to some boneless breaded chicken breasts, which I would make into chicken Parmigiano, I also had penne pasta and a salad on my menu.

Michelle arrived at my house about 15 minutes late, and she looked great. She walked in wearing a nice white blouse and jeans, and she had applied some makeup. She came into my kitchen, where I was putting the finishing touches on dinner, and she leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek. 

"Sorry I'm a little late. I hope that didn't cause a problem." She looked at me with those mismatched eyes, and with a slight grin added, "I had some other business to take care of first."

"Oh?" I looked at her enquiringly. "What business would that be?"

"Well, I have this boyfriend, his name is Dean, and he and I had a date for tonight. I broke it, I told him I had other things to do." She smiled conspiratorially, and winked. 

"I like him OK, and he really treats me well, but he is boring. We don't talk about anything meaningful, and he doesn't excite me," she said as she took the glass of wine that I offered. 

We clinked glasses, and each took a sip. It was a nice Pinot Grigio, which I had been saving for a special occasion. I normally drank red wine, but for some reason I wanted the chilled crispness of a dry white tonight. 

"What do you mean, 'he doesn't excite you'. How so?" I asked.

"Well, we do the same boring things all the time. We go out to dinner, we go to a movie, we watch television at my apartment." She paused for a moment and added, "Even his kisses are boring." 

She took another sip of the wine. "This is really good, I love how smooth and crisp it tastes." She watched me take the chicken Parmigiano from the oven, and I brought it over to the dinner table. She surveyed the table, nodding approvingly at the nice china and silverware that I had set out. 

"Please, take a seat," I said, as I pulled out a chair for her. 

"My, such a gentleman. And your table looks great, with the candles, and the beautiful china," Michelle commented

I served the salad, and placed some pasta and chicken on her plate. She ate with gusto, and we continued talking, laughing, and drinking. We took our time, enjoying the food and each other's company, talking about the different people at work, our favorite music, and films. 

Earlier in the evening, I had cut up some fresh fruit and prepared a large bowl of strawberries, cantaloupe, and blueberries for dessert. After I brought this to the table, Michelle reached into the bowl with her fingers, picked up a large strawberry slice, and dropped it into her wineglass. 

"Have you ever tried strawberries like this?" she asked, sipping the wine and allowing the strawberry to slide easily into her mouth. 

I was mesmerized, as I watched her chew the strawberry. "No, I never have. No, wait, I have had them in champagne like that, but never in a dry white wine." 

She reached into the fruit bowl again, and plucked a large slice of strawberry, which she placed in my wineglass. "Try this, you'll really enjoy it," she said, adding "Let's go into the den, and put on some music."

We brought the bowl of fruit, our wineglasses, and the bottle of white wine into the den. Michelle sat on the carpet on the floor, and I placed the glasses, bottle, and bowl down next to her. I went to the CD player, put on some recent classical releases, then returned and sat next to her. 

I was sort of half lying-down on the carpet. Michelle looked at me thoughtfully and, taking a strawberry between her thumb and forefinger, took a small bite and offered the remaining piece to me. She held the fruit tantalizingly close to my mouth, teasing me with it. I opened my mouth and took the piece of fruit from her, brushing her fingers lightly with my lips as she placed the strawberry on my tongue. 

We continued to talk, drink the wine, and listen to the music. At one point, Michelle had placed a large strawberry in my wineglass, and I had let it marinate there for awhile. 

Michelle asked, "Aren't you going to eat that strawberry?" 

"Why, do you want it?" I asked in reply. 

She nodded, and I took a sip of my wine from my glass, allowing the strawberry to slip into my mouth. I held the fruit gingerly between my teeth, and leaned forward to place it in her mouth without using my hands. 

I liked the way Michelle knew what I was intending, because she leaned forward and took the strawberry into her mouth without using her hands, allowing my lips to touch hers. 

I held this unusual kiss and, even as she lightly chewed the fruit, she responded in kind. As she swallowed, she reached up with her hand to the back of my head, and continued kissing me. Her tongue probed into my mouth, and I sucked it gently. 

I lay back on the carpet, and Michelle moved closer to me. She leaned over, and kissed me again, this time with even more intensity and passion. I could feel my cock beginning to rise and stiffen. 

We continued to kiss and hold each other, and Michelle asked softly, "Does this turn you on?"

"Of course," I replied. "You are really attractive, and you make me feel great."

She paused a moment, looked away, and then asked shyly, "Yeah? Does this give you an erection?"

I was surprised - sweet little Michelle asking me a question like that. "What do you think?" I shifted a bit, and looked into those magical eyes again. 

"I think that, if you do have an erection, that your jeans must be awfully tight and uncomfortable right about now." Her right hand moved gently down my chest, then to my waist. 

"What do you suggest I do?" I asked playfully. 

She replied, "I think you should take your jeans off, so that you are more comfortable."

I smiled, and slowly undid my belt buckle. I unsnapped and then unzipped my jeans, and I worked them down to my ankles. I then removed them completely with my feet. I was wearing only a light shirt and boxer shorts. 

I lay back in my boxers, with my erection prominently sticking up. Michelle looked at my shorts, grinning impishly, and her right hand caressed the inside of my thigh. 

"You know, one of the reasons that I came on to you today, was that I was curious about you." She paused. "I'm only nineteen, and I have had only one real boyfriend, Dean. He is serious about me, but I don't want to settle for just one guy yet." She paused again. "We have not had sex yet, Dean and I. We haven't even fooled around very much."

I looked at her, and she continued shyly, "I grew up in a really strict religious household. My father left us when I was little, and my mother has always been very strict with me and my sister. I haven't had any sexual experiences. In fact, I have never even seen a grown man's penis before, just the cocks of young boys' that I have been babysitting for." 

She looked at me carefully, and said, "Now, can I ask a big favor? Promise me that you will do this, if I ask you to."

I looked at her quizzically, and replied, "Well, that depends on what it is."

She looked away, embarrassed, and paused for a moment. "I want to watch you while you masturbate." 

I was shocked, and intrigued. After I got over my initial reaction, I replied, "I think that can be arranged. Would you like me to be completely naked when I do that for you?"

"Yes, that would be perfect!" she said excitedly. 

"OK, but there is one catch. You have to be completely naked, too."

Michelle looked stricken, but then brightened. "Well, how about if I strip to just my bra and panties? Would that be enough?"

I thought for a moment, and then said, "Yeah, I think that would be alright." I already had an idea about how to get her completely naked. "Let's go into my bedroom, I will strip, and lie down on my bed."

Michelle rose eagerly, and followed me into the bedroom. I turned on a small lamp on the night table by the queen-sized bed, which provided just the right amount of illumination in the darkened room. 

She watched me take off my shirt, and now I was standing there in just my boxers. My cock was fully erect in my shorts, and it was pushing against the fabric and sticking out several inches from my body. Her eyes couldn't look away from me.

"Well, what about you?" I asked. 

I watched as she quickly removed all her clothing except for a pair of lavender panties and matching bra. I then quickly pulled my shorts down, and stepped out of them, fully naked. I got on the bed, and lay down on my back. My cock was completely erect, and was sticking straight up with excitement. A tiny droplet of clear pre-come was sitting on the tip.

She climbed onto the bed next to me and said, "Now, show me how you masturbate."

I lay back, closed my eyes, and reached for my cock with my right hand. Forming a circle with my thumb and forefinger, I grasped my cock about half-way down the shaft and began to stroke slowly up and down. 

"Oooohhhh," Michelle sighed. "That is HOT!"

I opened my eyes and saw that she had brought her face closer to my cock, perhaps six inches or so away, and she watched intently as my hand moved up and down, stroking my swollen member. 

"Is that come on the tip of your cock? Are you starting to come already?" she asked.

"No," I explained. "That's pre-come. It's a small amount of a clear fluid that comes out just before a man ejaculates." She was fascinated by this, and couldn't take her eyes off of my cock. 

"Do you want to stroke my cock for me for awhile?" I asked. 

"Oh, very MUCH so!" she said excitedly. "Please!"

"Not so fast. I will let you stroke me, but on one condition - you have to take your bra and panties off first." 

Michelle thought for a second, then quickly brought her hands up to the shoulder straps of her bra and pulled them down. She unsnapped and pulled the bra off, and tossed it off the bed. Her breasts were gorgeous, with beautiful dark nipples that had become swollen and engorged.

"What do you think?" she asked, proudly puffing her chest out.

"I think that they are beautiful, and I want to suck them," I replied. I leaned forward and lightly licked and kissed the nipple of her left breast, and then the right. "Now, what about the panties?"

She sat there, eager to start pulling and stroking my cock. "OK, but let me stroke your cock for a little while first, and then I will take my panties off." 

She reached over with her right hand and began stroking me. She mimicked the way I had done it, applying just the right amount of pressure. Her stroking caused her breasts to sway rhythmically with the motion of her arm. 

She was fascinated by the whole experience, telling me how warm my cock felt, and how soft and smooth the skin was. She touched the tip of her finger to the tiny drop of pre-come. I began to groan, and I could feel my balls start to tighten. My orgasm was not far off.

"I'll bet you are close to coming. Are you?" She quickened her pace with her right hand, and increased the pressure of her grip with her thumb and forefinger. 

"Yes, I am very close, but you better stop now," I gasped. "I can't let you finish me off like this."

"Why? Doesn't this feel good?" she looked at me, and not stopping what she was doing.

It took all my self-control to hold off, but I somehow managed. I told her, "You have to be completely naked with me when I come. Take off those panties, I want to see all of you!"

Michelle briefly stopped the hand job, stood at the side of the bed, and very quickly slipped off her panties. She was now completely nude, and there was no doubt that she was very excited. Her small bush of neatly trimmed pubic hair glistened from her own wetness, and the musky odor of her sex was intoxicating. She returned to the bed, quickly grabbed the shaft of my cock once more, and started pumping her right hand again. 

After a few more of her strokes, I could hold off no longer. The first spurt of come jetted out the end of my cock, and landed on my chest. I groaned loudly from the intense pleasure of that first spasm, and begged her not to stop. The second spurt of come went even further, and landed on my left shoulder. Michelle continued stroking me, and she watched the end of my cock intently as my spasms caused a third, fourth, and fifth spurt of ejaculate. She continued to pump me until my orgasm finally subsided, and the thin ribbons of my come crisscrossed my chest and belly. Her hand was dripping with the sticky white fluid. 

Michelle got up from the bed and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm, wet washcloth. She started to clean me up, and said how much she enjoyed doing that. I told her how great it was, and asked her if I could return the favor.

"You'd better! I am really horny, I am feeling a little daring tonight, and this seems to be a night of 'firsts'," she smiled. 

I kissed her again, deeply, and lay her back on the bed. I moved myself in between her legs, and began to kiss and lick the inside of her thighs. I admired her carefully trimmed bush, and breathed in the musky scent. 

At first, I stayed away from her pussy with my tongue, and I concentrated on kissing and licking the inside of her thighs very close to her pussy. Then, I lightly brushed her clit with my tongue, and she moaned and thrust her pelvis forward. I started licking more in earnest, drawing small circles with my tongue around her clit, and she began to push her pussy harder against my mouth, rhythmically pressing against me, then backing off, then pressing again, over and over. I felt my cock starting to harden and rise again, while her breathing became labored and ragged. Her body began to convulse as the first wave of her orgasm took her. She cried out, and a second spasm caused her to buck wildly. A third wave of pleasure came quickly afterward, and she trembled and shook from its intensity. 

"Oh, wow, that was incredible," she said, after her orgasm had finally subsided. "I can't believe how good that felt, it was like I was being turned inside out, it was so intense! I have never come like that before!"

She was silent for a moment, and I reached over to kiss her again. Our lips met, and our tongues darted playfully together in our mouths. I reached over with one hand, and gently touched her breast. She moaned quietly, "Oh, that was really nice..."

We cuddled some more, and she reached down with her hand and began stroking my newly hard cock again. We kissed, and I gently touched her breasts, stroking her nipples lightly with my fingers. Without talking, we touched, stroked each other, and kissed some more. 

"Technically, I am still a virgin," Michelle broke our silence. "Tonight was the first time that I have ever done anything like this."

She moved her mouth down my chest, kissing all the while, until her face was very near my now hard and throbbing cock. She lightly encircled the shaft with her thumb and finger, and gave it a slight tug. Then, she placed her mouth over the head of my cock and started licking and gently sucking. She repeated the exciting move again and again.

"I can taste your come from the first time," she said, pausing briefly. She continued to stroke and pull on my cock, and she licked the head again. "It's slightly salty, but it doesn't taste bad at all."

I knew my second orgasm was not far off, and I think Michelle sensed that she was about to bring me over the edge again. As I got closer to coming, I could feel my balls starting to contract again with my impending orgasm. 

"I'm going to come again, I'm going to come again," I warned Michelle. "Aaaaagghhh!" I cried, as her mouth eagerly sucked the first spurts of come from the end of my swollen cock. I kept coming, feeling a second, and then a third, wave of sensation as her mouth and tongue continued their relentless sucking. 

Finally, I was spent, and Michelle snuggled up next to me. We both fell quickly asleep. 

When I woke in the morning, I saw that Michelle had already gone. I began to think about our next encounter.



An Awakening



Dave and I had been married for eight years when he gave me an erotic novel. He had bought me the little short stories but this book was much larger than those were. I didn't want to seem too anxious to read it, so I made myself wait for a little while. I am an avid reader and the idea of a purely erotic novel had me excited so I finally gave in and kicked back to read.

It didn't take long at all to discover that the main character, a woman named Candy, loved anal sex above all sex. It seemed that the bigger the cock the more she wanted it inside that "other hole".

In our marriage, anal was discussed loosely, almost jokingly. I had told my husband at that time there was no way that I wanted any part of that. Dave had said that it was ok and unnecessary but I couldn't help but wonder, "Is the anal sex story a hint to convince me to try it out?"

In my reading, I fully admit that I found it intriguing. Until reading it, I really hadn't given anal sex more than a passing consideration. Now, it turned me on to think that it could be that erotic. Candy spoke of an intense fullness, a pleasurable pain beyond anything ever felt during "real sex". 

I've always enjoyed the pleasure pain of real sex. The feel of someone deep inside pushing against the deepest part of my pussy and here was this story where it hinted that "back there" was even better. 

I read a little and being thoroughly turned on, I went for my vibrator. In seconds, I came simply from holding the vibrator on my clit while reading. That book brought me off several times during the few days that it took to read it.

It wasn't until I finished the book that I decided I wanted to feel all that Candy had felt. I wanted to try anal sex and it wasn't easy for me to admit to that, even to myself. I couldn't imagine mentioning it to Dave. He had already said it wasn't necessary and even after eight years of marriage I still had to wonder if he would think less of me for saying that I now wanted it. 

Worse yet was the idea that if I said I wanted it to go there, what if I couldn't handle it? I wasn't sure what to do about it. 

A few months later, the book and the anal sex stuff still filled my mind. I had yet to mention it. I've always been rather shy about stuff like that. I don't want to be the one to suggest new things to anyone. The book wouldn't go away though. Experiencing anal sex became my number one fantasy.

I often grabbed the book and brought myself off while reading it. I envied Candy and her love of anal sex. I couldn't picture the feelings she described in her sexual encounters but every time I read, I wanted to feel it more. The pleasure pain of it, the overwhelming fullness that it gave her, filled my mind. 

There was also the amount of fooling around that she described as necessary. I wanted to be teased mercilessly until I was begging for a cock to be inside me, anywhere. I wanted to have a man in my rear hole and have him reach around and massage my clit.

I thought about it long enough until one day, I decided that rather than tell Dave that I wanted it and then not be able to go through with it, I would try it out on my own first. Then if it was more painful than suggested by Candy, I could easily back out and no one but me would be the wiser. I wouldn't have to tell anyone that I had tried it and couldn't make it work. Either way the "Not knowing" would be over with. 

I grabbed a toy that was both long enough to hold on to and a little smaller around than Dave, a bottle of lubrication that we always kept around, and my book of Candy's adventures. I started out just reading. I started at page one and probably read a few chapters before touching myself. Even though I had already read most of the book twice, it could still turn me on very quickly.

By the end of chapter three, I was more than ready to put a vibrator on my clit that would send me over the edge. That wasn't what I was aiming for this time though. I didn't want the quick release offered by a vibe on my clit.

I stood up beside the bed and finished taking off my clothes and then I got down on my hands and knees on the bed. Candy seemed to use this position often, even when she chose to play solo. I figured that it would probably work best for me as well, especially because it would allow both my hands the freedom to be where I needed them.

I read a little more, using the vibe on my clit a little bit, but not enough to bring myself off. I wanted to wait. I wanted to be ready for anything that I might feel, pleasure or pain.

I read another chapter in the book, and came very close to cumming. I decided it was time to stop playing and go for it if I was going to and before I lost my nerve or became so turned on that I simply couldn't stop myself. 

I slid the vibrator back toward my rear entrance and enjoyed for a moment the feel of the vibrations back there. I had felt it before but knowing what I would be doing soon made it even more exciting.

I teased myself that way for a little while, and now I was really wanting to cum. I didn't want to waste a whole lot more time with the build up. Curiosity was winning and I needed to see what it would feel like to have something inside me. 

I took the vibrator and put lubrication on it then rubbed it around again. I did this several times making sure that my ass and the toy was coated very well with lube. I then reached for the night stand beside the bed to get a bullet vibe for use on my clit once the vibrating cock was inside my ass. 

I turned off the vibration on the cock, wanting to make it easier on myself if possible and I began slowly trying to push it into my ass. I was glad that I had chosen a toy with a very small point and a gradual slope to full size around.

At first, my ass didn't want to let it in, so I pushed a little harder and tried to make myself relax. That was very hard to do considering I was scared it was going to really start hurting at any moment. 

I'm not sure if it was just the fact that I was pushing it in firmly or if I was able to relax enough to let it in, but the toy cock finally managed to get inside me a little bit. It did hurt, but it wasn't horrible. It was a very unique pain, coupled with the satisfaction of knowing I was making this happen. The toy wasn't inside very far at all but I still wanted to squeal in happiness over the fact that I had got that far with it. 

I held the toy still and moved the book back to where I could see it easily. Candy was just beginning another sexual encounter. I read through it and as the man in her world pushed his cock inside her, I pushed the toy cock further inside myself. 

The man in the story paused when he was balls deep inside her and let her adjust and I held still with my wrist against my pussy and the toy cock as far inside me as I felt I could possibly handle. I felt and can say with reasonable certainty that I took all but a couple inches. I wasn't sure if I had made a right choice in either picking a toy or wanting to go anal at all because it was hurting, but at the same time, I felt so full that I didn't want to stop. 

After a few minutes of allowing myself to adjust to that new fullness, I started reading again. I moved the toy cock in and out of my ass slowly. I wasn't able to pick up speed with the couple in the book but I continued to read while moving it in and out of myself slowly. When they were finished and she went to clean herself up, I discarded the book, anxious to bring myself off. Even though the discomfort was there, I was growing more and more turned on by it.

I pulled the vibrator out of my ass, but only long enough to add a little more lube to the mix, and pushed it back inside myself. It didn't hurt as bad the second time around and I was both amazed and happy about that. 

I laid my head down on the bed, leaving my ass up in the air and really began moving the vibrator in and out again. As my arm bumped up against my pussy, I could feel the wetness of myself and wondered if it was from the lube or just because I was that turned on. 

I moved it in and out of myself for a while and just enjoyed the feel of it, the naughtiness of what I was doing to myself. With every stroke of the toy, I was becoming more desperate to reach orgasm. 

I reached for the small bullet vibe and turned it on high and placed it between my legs and centered over the top of my clit. I couldn't believe the overwhelming sensation of having something inside my ass and a vibe on my clit. I knew that very soon I would reach my peak. 

The longer I held the vibe on my clit the more I had trouble focusing on thrusting the other toy in and out so I eventually gave that up. I opted instead to just hold it as deep inside myself and focus on the feelings provided by the one on my clit and the fullness. 

I came harder than I had ever thought possible within seconds of focusing on my clit only. I could feel the muscles in my ass pushing and pulling on the cock and was surprised. I had never known those muscles contracted much the same as a pussy would. I also noticed that those contractions kind of hurt when there was something inside there. That was more painful than putting it inside there, but even at that, it was still very satisfying. 

When I was finished, all cleaned up and dressed, I could still feel the toy cock inside my ass and it felt wonderful to know I had done it. I couldn't wait to tell Dave that now I would be willing to try and let him inside there. Now that I knew, I could handle it with a toy cock, I was very impatient to try it with a real one but I wasn't sure how to approach the conversation.

The next day I was sore and was very glad that I hadn't mentioned it to him as of yet. I would wait until the pain was gone, and then figure out a way to discuss that I wanted him inside there.

As luck would have it, I ended up waiting a couple months. It didn't hurt for that long, just I couldn't figure out a way to throw in "hey, want to go anal?" into conversation. 

I'm still not sure how the subject came up, but it did, and it ended with me telling Dave that I wouldn't be against anal if he wanted to try it out. I did say that I wasn't sure, if I could take it or not but that I would like the chance. I left out the fact that I had gone solo on it.

Dave being the type man that he is, he didn't say, "Well let's start." or anything of that nature. It took him a couple weeks to work up to it. 

We had been fooling around and there was little doubt that we were going to have sex. He was fooling around with that rear entrance quite a bit running the vibrator over it and stuff. He didn't attempt to put anything inside there at first, though by this time I really hoped that he would. I wanted him to put something inside there more every time that the vibe rubbed across the outside of it. 

Dave dropped the vibrator and used his finger instead, rubbing it against my asshole. Then he began trying to push his finger inside me just a little bit. Testing my response and watching to make sure that I didn't object. I didn't. I didn't mind at all. 

He did that for a little while and then stopped, and I kind of expected him to not go there because he focused his attention more on the pussy area than "back there". I resigned myself to straight sex, although admittedly I was disappointed. I had had the toy. I wanted to try it out for real now.

We continued on fooling around as always. A few kisses here and touches there, a little bit of oral sex and I was into it. I always like the fooling around, and more often than not, there doesn't seem to be enough of it. I especially found that I wanted his touches back there since he had teased around a little bit. I didn't want to push it though, even now. I wanted to wait and see if it was something that he really wanted to do.

My most favorite position is Doggy. I am a huge fan of it, and I have been since the first time I experienced it. It is better than missionary if for no other reason than hands are free to travel where ever they are needed. Dave is aware that I like it and tonight was my night because he stood up to the side of the bed and urged me to assume that position. At that point, I was ready to forget all about his teasing of the rear entrance because I knew that I would be well satisfied and still get to feel that pleasure filled pain of deep and hard penetration. 

He put his cock against my pussy and pushed forward entering me with one strong sure thrust and then pulled back pulling out of me. I was getting into it quickly. I wanted to reach orgasm and didn't feel like waiting so even as he thrust himself into me I turned to look at him and asked if I could have a toy.

Dave paused and reached into the drawer by the bed and handed me my most favorite vibe for that position. The vibration is in the tip though it's a full size cock, and it works great because the length makes it easy to hang on to and keep it where I need it. 

I let him resume his trusting and I pushed back against him on every in thrust in an effort to push him deeper. I was turned on enough that I felt sure if I turned on the vibe I would cum in a second. I wanted to wait though, just a little longer. I was enjoying the ride, the feel of him moving so deep inside me. As much as I wanted the orgasm, I knew that if I could wait a little longer, teasing myself with the vibe, I would cum hard. 

Dave picked up the speed of his thrusts and I thought that maybe he was about to cum so I turned on the vibe and held it against myself. I knew that I was about to cum and he slowed down. The vibe felt so good to me that I couldn't slow down with him so I just held it still against me and tried to hold off my rapidly approaching orgasm. 

I was keeping it at bay rather nicely, I thought, until I felt his finger rubbing against my ass hole and I felt him push it into me slightly. I cried out my orgasm and pushed myself back onto his cock in an effort to urge him to join me with his own release.

Dave just took it; he waited on me to calm down after my peak had passed before he started moving again, only it was the finger that did the moving. I could feel him dribble a little lube down the crack of my ass as his finger moved slowly in and out, pushing a little farther in each time. 

I liked the way it felt, and I started pushing back against his finger. When it would start to hurt, I would stop pushing and attempt to just rest there and let my bottom adjust. I think I had taken most of his finger, when he pulled it out and added in another finger and we began working together to get them inside me. 

When I had taken most of the two fingers together, he removed them and pulled his cock from inside my pussy. I felt him pour more lube on the crack of my ass and his cock soon followed, rubbing against me and then he pointed it toward my ass hole. 

Dave began pushing his cock inside and I could feel myself stretching to allow him. It did hurt, but it wasn't as painful as what I had done to myself with the vibe, so I just tried to breathe and relax.

When he popped through the outer ring and got the head of his cock inside me, I wondered if I would be able to take it after all. He was sweet though. He stopped and allowed me to adjust to that feeling. I wanted to get him all the way inside there, and as able pushed myself back onto him slightly.

It was turning me on to know that he was inside that hole that technically no one should be in. I reached and picked up the vibe that I had discarded once my orgasm had passed. I turned it back on and held it against myself again. As it massaged my clit for me, I relaxed and pushed myself further on to his cock. 

Finally, he was all the way inside me. The vibe on my clit was working its magic and I wanted to cum again. I started pulling myself off his cock and pushing back again, rocking myself against him. The closer I got to my second peak the more I rocked. 

When he took over the thrusting, I was in heaven. It was much better to have him inside me than the toy cock that I had used before. The pain was there but it felt great. I felt so full of him and regretted that we had waited so long to share that connection. 

He picked up speed and I knew that this time he would cum so I focused solely on the orgasm that was about to wash over me again. I let him do what he needed to do at the speed he needed to do it. I enjoyed the feast of new things I was feeling.

Just when I thought it couldn't feel any better to have him there, I felt his cum shoot into my ass just a second before my own orgasm hit me. I could feel my ass gripping and releasing his cock and I wasn't sure how much longer I'd be able to handle it. The contractions around his cock were even more intense. 

After it was over with, and Dave had pulled himself out of me, I could barely move. I was trembling from the force of my orgasms. I finally managed to move a little bit to lie down and could feel the wetness between my ass cheeks from the lube and our orgasms. He was also lying on the bed just panting, trying to get the strength needed to move and I found that rather funny.

Later, after we were both able to breathe and all cleaned up from our adventures, we discussed if it was good or not. I tried to explain to him about the pleasure/pain of it and I'm still not sure that he understood what I meant. He thanked me for letting him go there and I promised that he could go there again one day soon. What can I say? I'm hooked and it all began with a story.

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An Awakening



The inspiration for this very short story is the image that WhiteWave48 displays on her Biography.

I don't know about you, but to me it certainly appears that she is affectionately holding some lucky guy's erection - but then maybe it is either my always over-active imagination at work, or perhaps just another of the pieces of pottery that are beside her, on the table...

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Michael and I had spent the best part of a year in the planning of our trip; an overseas adventure holiday which had been prompted by some friends' enthusiastic recounting of their trip to India.

We had of course sought brochures, searched the Web, and checked prices with various agents - then spent many, many hours poring over the information we had accumulated, before deciding on the rough outline of an itinerary.

In addition to many of the more usual tourist icons, our mutual interest - both physical and intellectual - in things sexual, meant that high on our list were visits to at least some of the multitude of temples bearing the well publicised erotic carvings. Unlike our western cultures, the 'lingam' (the phallus, the erect penis, the cock) has always been a much venerated part of some Hindu practices - and that, and the 'yoni' (the vagina, the pussy, the cunt) - were eulogised and glorified in both paintings and statues in many extremely holy places.

Although we knew there was a gigantic - reputedly over seven feet high - lingam in one temple in Ranbireshwar, as this was north of our starting point, in Delhi, and our proposed route would actually take us south, we agreed to miss a visit to that one. We also knew that that particular carving was a purely symbolic one, not depicting the actual reality of the subject, so, in addition to the awkwardness of its location, it also held very much less personal appeal for me in particular!

I have always found the male's erection quite fascinating - and of course, in the right circumstances, sexually exciting, especially when believing that it was something about me that had given rise to it! It's lovely knowing that the man I am with finds some aspect of me - whether some physical attribute, or some especially stirring activity - so stimulating that he gets that powerfully turned on. But even just seeing one - whether a photograph or a simulation - so long as it is a nice, well shaped and proportioned one - I have often felt myself getting warm and wet.

But I am digressing!

So, given all that rising expectation, and just when my anticipation of the long awaited trip was at its highest - and we had each paid the full amount of our share of the bookings - Michael dumped me! He coldly informed me he had been seeing someone else for the last couple of months - she turned out to be the bubble-headed, blue-eyed, but admittedly big-titted, Cynthia - who I knew would drive him positively nuts in little more than the time he had already spent with her. But it was clear that he was absolutely determined to go to her, so what could I do? He obviously thought he was being generous when he told me he would only seek his portion of the air fare back from the agent, meaning that I would still be able to go on the trip - on my own?

I spent a week or two in deep depression, nursing both my loneliness and my much wounded pride, and seriously considered seeking a refund of whatever portion of the cost of the trip I would be entitled to. But then a few friends cajoled and persuaded me that with my holiday from work already firmly booked, as well as probably most of the money spent, why not go! They told me that the trip would not only give me a chance to clear my head of all thoughts of Michael - at least for the time being - it might also be an opportunity for some grand adventure.

During that time I also thought back on the four or so years Michael and I had been together; there had certainly been very many very good times, and our overall sexual compatibility had played no small part in creating many of those. But, if I was to be brutally honest with myself, there had always been something - something I found totally indefinable - but nonetheless there had undoubtedly been something missing. Whether that had been a lacking in Michael's technique or vigour, or my own failure to be able to unlock something within me, our love-making, though more times than not, totally enjoyable, still often left me with the feeling that there might, in other circumstances, have been something that could have been even more deeply satisfying. I was sometimes reminded of the song I occasionally heard played on the station devoted to the hits and ballads of the '60s and '70s, a song - no, it was more of a lament really - sung by Peggy Lee, entitled 'Is that all there is?'. The words of that song seemed to define so well the feelings I sometimes had immediately after it was clear that Michael had done all he either wanted, or was capable of doing with me.

Anyway, somewhat against my better judgement, I took my friends' advice and , a few increasingly apprehensive weeks later, finally set off on my own.

The long flight to Delhi was exhausting and the time lag meant my first night's sleep did not prove as refreshing as I'd hoped it would be, so I'm afraid a found myself occasionally dozing off during the next day's tour of the city, so I failed to fully appreciate the visit to the Red Fort, and even the undoubtedly tantalising bargains displayed in the much vaunted Delhi markets, left me singularly unimpressed.

However, by the time I arrived in Agra, for the trip to the even more famous Taj Mahal, I was happy to find that I had picked myself up enough to fully appreciate its beauty. Then, on my return to the hotel for a snack and an intended early night, I was persuaded by the admittedly extremely handsome room-service waiter that I should not leave until I had seen that building by moonlight - when it to all intents and purposes actually seemed to float above the ground beneath it. He was sufficiently persuasive, and had such an immediate physical appeal, that I allowed myself to agree to let him be my guide.

He later admitted, with a wickedly cheeky grin, that he well knew that that night would be moonless - but even so, and regardless of what followed, the sight of it lit by skilfully placed floodlights, is one I'll always treasure.

Young Mahendra proved to be just as creative and certainly as considerately acrobatically athletic a lover as he was a persuasive tour guide - and by the time he had to leave to get ready for his following day's work, I was both wearily sated and grateful that I still had several hours before needing to get ready for the next stage of my journey. Yet in spite of all that we had energetically done together, I still had that strange feeling that I could well have been able to experience something even deeper than the purely physical exhaustion he had left me with.

Although I did not meet up with another Mahendra, the next few days were certainly both fascinating, and sometimes, sexually stirring. I visited at least a dozen of the temples and shrines Michael and I had included on our list of places venerated by the lingam and yoni worshippers. Most were of either couples or, less frequently, groups, performing the innumerable positions of coupling; some I had tried, many I had not - but found I fancied trying some day - others I felt would require either one or both partners to be highly skilled contortionists.

All in all I must have seen hundreds, possibly thousands of lingams, in all manner of shapes and sizes.

Some were several times life-size, some carved from varying colours of stone, others quite gaudily painted. Some singly, some in groups and some formed into circlets being worn as either crowns or waistbands of the appropriate deity. Many were just starkly representational, others shown in the act of literally pouring forth their life-giving seed - and I have to admit that I found I was especially turned-on by those!

Then, quite late on one particular morning, when coming out of the last of our listed temples in that particular town, I happened to spot a relatively large group of youngish women going into another, much smaller temple, just a little further down the road. Although most of the places I had visited did have a significant number of women, of varying ages, entering them, the majority of the worshippers had in fact been men - so seeing that group naturally aroused my feminine curiosity, and I tagged along behind them.

Whilst my curiosity may have been the primary motivation, the humidity and down-beating heat of the mid-day sun also contributed to my eagerness to get inside another building. Although I had wisely chosen light, loose-fitting cotton shirts and skirts to wear during most of my trip to India, even after just a minute or so outside I felt the discomfort of countless pin-pricks of perspiration spotting various parts of me. 

The temple was both heavy with the smell of the many smouldering joss sticks, and very much larger on the inside than its exterior had suggested. In fact it was quite large enough to allow the twenty or thirty people already there to not crowd the place; so I felt free to wander slowly around and admire the various objects it contained.

And there were lingams aplenty! And although this temple had for some reason not been one included on my list, most of them were undoubtedly some of the very best specimens I had seen. 

There was one particularly large one, that was understandably the centre of most of the women's attention, adding their garlands of mainly Marigolds, but also other assorted floral tributes, to those already hanging down over much of its rigidity. It was a particularly vivid depiction of the phallus, and although the shaft of cunningly carved stone immediately aroused me by the way the artist had showed both the swollen skeins of veins, and the down-curling loose folds of skin, it was the head, and especially what was spurting up from it, that immediately began turning me on even more strongly than had any of those I had seen earlier in the morning.

In this particular case the over-large and clearly tautly bloated cock-head had been painted a life-like dark purplish red, and adding to its reality was the fact that the carver had somehow managed to sculpt the fountaining semen so that it really did look as though it was the broken and intermittently spouting stream that a man ejects when he comes especially powerfully.

Just standing there looking at it made my face flush from the thoughts that it stimulated, and thinking that my growing consternation might become all too obvious, I turned away, and headed slowly and hopefully casually, towards the rear of the temple. Although doing my best to make it appear that I was totally engrossed in viewing the other objects covering the walls and other, obviously less significant shrines - I was actually desperately trying to rid myself of the vision and thoughts that the far too physically arousing phallus had generated.

Then, at the back and in one corner of the temple, I saw a small and narrow archway, and thinking that it might take me to some other, perhaps less stimulating carvings, I went into it. Only to find that it led to an equally narrow, much darker, stone-flagged walkway that turned at right angles and led along what was obviously the back wall of the temple. At the far end of it I saw a dappled band of sunlight - so went forward, to quickly find myself actually outside, in a large, high-walled garden.

But it was garden the like of which I had never seen before; the whole area, other than a few, scarcely noticeable pathways, was an absolutely riotous blaze of colour! Reds, yellows, oranges, blues, whites and greens - each one in every conceivable shade - was there. In fact there were more variations of colour in that garden than I had truly known existed. Colours that rose from beneath my feet, to high above me, in fact soaring to many times my own height.

And the scent exuding from that floral extravaganza, was literally mind-bending! It was as though the most exotic of perfumes had been brought to, and un-stoppered in this one place. And the blending of those perfumes had been done so skilfully that each complemented and strengthened the others, resulting in a scent that was quite literally, both breath-taking and highly intoxicating!

I felt the heady mix suffusing me, not merely my nose and air-ways, but feeling as though it was even permeating my skin.

Although the garden was both enclosed and completely filled with heavily blossomed trees, shrubs and ground-hugging plants, I seemed to detect the faintest of breezes - not even a breeze really, no more than a faint, barely perceptible wafting of the scent-laden air. A wafting that was in fact perhaps caused by the slow but continuous evaporation of the nectar and moisture from all that glorious vegetation. But its movement seemed to be enough to maintain a lower temperature than I expected to find beyond the shading walls of the temple, I was certainly far more comfortable than I might have expected. But yet I was also very aware of the slow, drifting movement of it, even felt it floating up beneath the hem of my skirt, and then curling itself higher, up around my legs, my thighs.

I felt myself swaying, then as though directed by some sort of sixth sense, felt my feet stumbling forward, drawing me along one of the several pathways, a pathway which took me on towards a far corner of the garden; where a large, heavily blossomed tree, hung it branches down to almost touch the mass of flowers that still somehow grew lushly beneath it.

I paused, staring blindly at the curtain of leaves and blossoms in front of me, then, perhaps moved by that same faint breeze, I saw between them - saw in the space beside the trunk, placed on a knee-high plinth, there was yet another lingam. This one apparently a smaller - but still massively over-sized - version of the one in the temple, the one that had aroused me so extraordinarily powerfully.

Unthinkingly, I moved aside the branches and stepped forward into a surprisingly large and shady bower; to find myself standing before an obviously equally masterfully carved and although quite un-garlanded - as it seemed to have been freshly painted - artfully life-like, but in this carving, not yet forcefully erupting phallus.

Even more so than with the one inside the temple, the craftsman who had shaped it had truly excelled himself in his representation of this one. Not only were the veins and arteries as gnarled and corded as any cock would be in the moments immediately before its actual eruption - and the head had that glossily polished satiny and overstretched, skin-tight bloatedness that any woman who has teased and tormented her lover knows so well - but the creator of this one had even shown the tiny pair of lips at the tip of the phallus, formed them into that gapingly open look that would precede its ferocious spitting of his semen.

It may have been seconds, minutes or perhaps even hours - I really have no idea how long I just stood there, staring, absolutely mesmerised by the sight of that lustfully erotic cock - but I felt myself trembling while trying to imagine what it would feel like to have something even one tenth of that size pushing up into me.

I felt my breasts tightening, pressing my sensitive nipples against the soft lining of the bra - then the even more tellingly distinctive sensation of my pussy, first tingling, then moistening and swelling.

I think that if I had been confident of being left there alone, I would have been unable to resist the temptation to either push my hand up beneath my skirt, or, even more blatantly lasciviously, twine myself bodily around that impossibly large, but otherwise all too life-like image. Doing so in at least an attempt to relieve the heat of the need I could feel building much too quickly inside me by pressing - no crushing - myself against its inviting hardness.

Then, above the very faint rustling of the growth all around me, I clearly heard a dark, almost hypnotic voice. 'Lean forward, embrace the lingam Josie.'

I turned, to find standing behind me what I can only describe as the most beautiful specimen of manhood I have ever seen. He was tall, his face almost god-like in its sculpted perfection. His dark, deep-set eyes somehow intimated that he both knew me in all my imperfections, and well understood my most deeply held yearnings. His mouth, sensitively full-lipped, held the vaguest hint of a smile that confirmed the look those age-old eyes were giving me.

His pronounced cheek-bones and high-set forehead were softened by the fall of thick, almost blue-black hair that fell to just above the line of his shoulders. They were broad, and led my eyes down to the equally powerful chest beneath them, then to the well defined abdominal muscles, and then to the long, undoubtedly powerful thighs.

But it was what I saw between those thighs that held my eyes for much longer than even those other, unquestionably erotically attractive parts of him.

Although he was not yet fully erect, his penis - his cock - was already both longer and thicker than any other I had seen, and I know I gaped open-mouthed at the thought of what it would look - and perhaps feel - like when he became fully aroused.

But my silence and inactivity prompted him to repeat what he had earlier said. 'Lean forward, embrace the lingam Josie.' And as I felt two hands reach forward for my hips; holding me, gently but still quite firmly in place, the full meaning of those words filled my head. It was only then that I realised that what he had asked was in fact what I had, deep inside me, been longing to do. That my fingers had been itching to touch it, stroke it - my body, my breasts, had been aching to press themselves against that powerfully arousing object. Even if my pussy could never know the thrill of possessing it, every other part of me wanted to.

Without even being fully conscious of doing it, I reached down and unfastened my blouse, then the - luckily - front-fastening bra I had for some reason chosen to put on that morning, then leaned forward and, as my arms slid around the phallus, I pressed my by then stiffly swollen breasts against its smooth, but heavily veined, and of course, rock-hard shaft.

As my skin, my flesh, my fingers, touched it I felt its surprising heat; believing I could even feel the deeply pulsing blood that continued coursing up into it. And as I swayed myself, allowing my breasts, at first just my juttingly swollen nipples, to rub themselves to and fro against it, I also slid one hand up to touch, to stroke, the reality of the bulbous roundness of that huge, but still satiny smooth cock-head.

His hands also moved; stroking my hips, my flanks, caressingly; moving them around to cup, to gently squeeze my bottom - then heading slowly downwards, down the length of my thighs.

He took an almost too leisurely time, before hooking his fingers under the hem of my skirt and then moving them equally slowly, upwards again.

His fingers were soft, slow, yet somehow gently insistent - moving back and forth, up and down; tracing circles, patterns up the insides of my thighs - moving easily and unhurriedly; but all the time heading towards the aching, yearning - and by then, hotly gaping - core of me.

Again time itself had no meaning - I stood there, bent sharply forward, grazing my breasts, my nipples to and fro against that pulsing rock-hardness - his hands moving slowly but incessantly against my thighs, my skin, and only some long time later, finally tugging down my soaking wet-crotched panties.

Having bent to slip them clear of my feet he stood and came closer, close enough for me to feel his now apparently fully engorged erection as its silky smooth hardness grazed up along the inside of my thighs.




An Awakening



But if I had hoped, expected him to immediately at least attempt to push himself inside me, I was in some sense disappointed - but in others found myself becoming even more excited by having that unique experience denied me - at least right away. 

It wouldn't be fair to describe what he did to me as 'playing', his hands and fingers were far too skilful to be expressed that way - and of course he eventually proved that he knew precisely what he was doing, and why.

But at the time, as he slowly built both the need and sense of anticipation inside me, I mentally cursed him for delaying what I truly wanted, for so long.

Even when his fingers finally reached my pussy, they at first did no more than stroke, then gently slip between my by then slickly moistened pussy-lips; moving slowly, almost teasingly, up and down the slippery cleft. Then, when they did eventually reach deeper, into the hot, swampy wetness inside me, I tried to push myself back at him, urging him to thrust them, bury them even deeper. But he still denied me, saying - 'Soon your yoni will demand the lingam Josie.' - as he continued; sometimes sliding fingers slowly around and in and out, at others allowing them to reach further beneath me, heading up to tremble electrifyingly against my already fully stiffened clitoris.

I heard myself groaning, gasping, even sobbing, as several times he worked me up to an almost reachable climax - but each time letting his hand drift away from the critical point just moments before that much needed release.

It was only when I felt certain I was incapable of taking any more of his exciting, but almost tortuous caresses, that he perhaps took pity on me - he pushed my legs rather further apart, pulled me back so that my body was bent even more sharply forward, and as I did my best to fully relax myself, I finally felt the bluntness of his cock-head pressing up between my pussy-lips.

By comparison with any other man I had known, he was massive - his cock was not just thicker than anything I had had inside me, forcing me almost painfully wide open - but, as I was soon to discover, far, far longer too.

It would be fair to say that he 'opened' me - completely and utterly - stretching my pussy, my cunt, to, and then beyond, what I felt it had ever been made to be capable of. But the feelings that seared through me were the very opposite of painful - they were spectacularly and almost mind-numbingly, sensational!

Once he was satisfied that I could take him, he rode me - confidently slowly, considerately rhythmically - somehow knowing exactly when I needed him to thrust a little deeper, sometimes a little faster, then sometimes to use just the cock-head to stimulate the outer edges of my pussy.

He was a lover that every woman might dream of; not only being able to recognise exactly what I needed - sometimes a second or two before even I did - but had that dream-like combination of qualities of both physical vigour and self-controlled stamina that we might often fantasise in our idea of what would make a perfect sexual partner.

When he felt me building towards my first orgasm, he both speeded up and increased the energy of his movements, taking me to what I thought must be the strongest climax I had ever experienced - certainly if it hadn't been for the surrounding mass of greenery, I had the feeling that my overly shrill cries of overwhelmingly joyous excitement would have filled the temple, and probably even the street beyond it.

But, amazingly, he didn't come with me, instead he returned to the slower, more measured thrusting in and out of me - giving me time to not only catch my breath, but also for my body to take its time in relaxing before being taken on to the next level of arousal. Because that was precisely what I discovered; that my body was capable of experiencing pleasures far beyond any level I had ever previously known was possible.

It was only towards the onset of my second orgasm - as he nudged his cock into places I hadn't known a cock could actually reach, and I felt one hand reach around me, to begin gently but briskly rubbing my clitoris - that I felt a 'switch', a 'trigger' being flipped inside me.

Although I had thought that the first climax he gave me was as powerful as any I would ever feel, even it was shaded by the force and duration of that second one - I had simply no idea that my body was even capable of producing such intensity of pleasure for me, nor that those feelings could go on, and on, and on...

Yet, still he didn't come with me - just returned to those inexorably slow back and forth movements as my body went into its winding-down period.

Of course, in due course he did climax - in synchrony with my third - his cock pumping what felt like an over-load of stickily thick, yet balming semen into my sore and much over-heated cunt.

It was only when he left - which was as noiseless and unnoticed as his arrival had been - and I had at least begun to recover from what he had done to me, when I felt the first warm trickling of a little of the flood of semen, felt it oozing back out of me, felt it dribbling down the inside of my thighs - that I realised two things.

First that he had given me a gift - that no matter how diminutive or unskilled a lover I might find myself with, I would from then on always be able to mentally reach within myself to flick that ecstasy producing switch on.

And secondly - that if only a small proportion of the women visiting this particular temple were recipients of similar gifts, I could now well understand the steady stream of women coming there to give their continuingly grateful thanks to that sublimely generous phallus.

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An Awakening



This is a story about unexpected love, about life lived with a blindfold obscuring a glorious reality...


Parties are successful sometimes, aren't they? But does everyone look back and say the same thing? To this day I keep telling people – Stephie in particular – that I'm not so sure my party was a great success in itself. But between you and me? Ah, now that's an entirely different story.

I am shy and very straight. Was shy. Am shy. I don't know why I am, but I am. I'm not exactly a curvy type but I don't carry excess fat, and my hair is naturally wavy and naturally the dirty blonde colour I always leave it. Stephie even says that my face is cute and my lips kissable (although to be fair, she'll say that about a neighbour's dog). I'm the right side of thirty (always assuming you think twenty-something is the right side) and can even pass for a few years younger than I really am. My point is that I genuinely don't know why I am/was shy because it's not as if I'm not trying to hide a horrible figure or horrible face or anything – it is/was just my normal state.

It was, as usual, Stephie who was responsible for the effort to change poor little me (I'm Allie, by the way, as shall become clear). It was Stephie who said that a holiday away from boring Britain would be the perfect medicine for me after I broke up with boring Brian, my boyfriend of some three years. I was, in my defence, a little distracted by the whole "dividing the CD collection" and "reloading the Kindles" activities that, it appears, accompany break-ups of this sort so I can't be blamed for the choice of destination or even agreeing to go to this apparently well-known French resort where all sorts of things happen.

I was distracted enough that I didn't even register Stephie telling me that I didn't need to pack more than a couple of bikini bottoms (only, please note) and a handful of sexy skirts, tops and dresses. To be even fairer to myself, most of the physical packing was even undertaken by my friend while I was busy sorting out which (mostly unused) baking tins were to belong to which former member of the Allie-Brian partnership.

I really only truly woke up when a grinning concierge showed us to our ground floor 'apartment'.

"Bienvenue – welcome – mesdames. Votre studio!" 

I looked around at the spacious room, complete with two beds, a sofa, a table and chairs, an alcove in which a barely used oven sat alongside an over-used fridge and another alcove which, I supposed led to the bathroom. I glanced back at the concierge in time to see his grin broaden considerably as Stephie bent from the waist to recover her purse, the blouse that she was more or less wearing floating around barely concealed breasts. Even from where I stood a few feet away I saw a flash of bright pink nipple bared beneath the silky white material, so lord alone knows what the concierge was seeing. Enough, I gathered, to risk his grin splitting the top half of his head away from the bottom half.

While Stephie provided the young guy with a financial reward to go alongside the physical one, I reminded myself that I was not, under any circumstances, to take any fashion tips from my friend. The promise lasted at least an hour.

*****

"No way!"

"Oh, come on my little prig. Take a look out of the doors and you'll see that every single woman out there is in bikini bottoms only. And compared to a lot of them you have nothing to be ashamed of, trust me."

"Stephie, I mean it: no way! And now give me the bikini top."

We were standing in our room wearing nothing more than two pieces of hopefully waterproof bright white cotton, a broad smile (Stephie's) and an even broader frown (no need to guess who that belonged to). Despite my loudly stated reticence I did follow Stephie's advice and peeked out of the doors, hidden from view by a thick lacy curtain.

"There are," I said, turning back to my friend with a nonsensically triumphant flourish, at least three women out there who are decently covered."

"You mean prudishly covered." Stephie pushed past and forced open the door, standing on the threshold with her bared breasts pointing to the South-East (and not at all in the southerly direction that included her feet – they are still proud, but not as proud as she is of them...). "And to make matters a little more honest, the three you're referring to are respectively, somewhere around a hundred years old, somewhere around two years old, and somewhere about forty stone. Everyone of a decent age and decent shape is topless."

"That's as maybe," I huffed, "But some of us have decency built into our genes."

"Priggishness, you mean. Oh come on and chill, there's got to be a dozen cute guys out there and you're here to get back into the dating game."

"Dating, maybe, streetwalking, never." 

"It's a seaside resort, not Fifth Avenue. And you're not trying to charge them!"

I snorted, "Stephie! The only way any guy here is going to see my bust is if they pay me a fortune!"

"Your breasts, you mean."

"Bust.

"Tits, even." Stephie took a deep breath and stared down at her own, "Oh come on, Allie, bare with me!" She giggled at her own 'joke'.

I turned away, "Give me the top of this thing or I'll not go out there at all!"

With an exaggerated tut Stephie threw the tiny top at me, "Prig."

I fiddled the strings around my waist and shrugged, "Just being decent."

"Prude!"

"Sticks and stones, Stephs," I sighed, pulling the little white smooth cups over my offending boobs.

"Don't tempt me," she muttered, then more brightly added, "But there's another week to go yet..."

Finally covered to something approaching my satisfaction – but in reality feeling far too close to naked – I followed my brazen but much adored friend outside into the pool area/cattle market.

*****

Before anyone says it, I know. In this day and age, in a faraway sunny resort, among lots of people who are worshipping the sun with much of their bodies, with a reasonable figure and with youth on my side, with all of those things, why would I be so delicate and resistant when it comes to a little topless sunbathing? Simple – I had never done it before and had never been able to be, what to me, felt so daring.

My parents weren't particularly strict or cloying or anything that might explain my reticence, and nor had I ever had any bad experiences with my clothing (or lack thereof). It was just something innate that had always been with me – I had even been extremely reluctant to shower with the other girls at my school. From the earliest age I could recall I simply found baring anything more than a nun's view of a decent amount of flesh (more or less none) extremely unsettling. 

Following Stephie outside with me wearing a bikini was already for me tantamount to parading naked around a sports stadium on cup final day, let alone any attempt at going out there topless. As it was, I had tied one towel around my waist and was using another as a shoulder wrap, the two items managing to conceal what I was just about (to me) wearing. 

I was already regretting allowing Stephie to select what I would be dressed in under the sun, and that helped me force my friend to accept that we would not be sunbathing around the edge of the pool (under the gaze of at least twenty guys) but rather that we would be located high on the lawns banking the 'leisure area', far enough back that we would be out of sight of anyone walking around the pool.

"Any further," Stephie huffed, "and we'll almost be back home. It'll take me ten minutes to walk to the pool when I want a swim!"

"It's nice here," I told her, slipping the towel from my shoulders to spread on the grass after first checking four times that no one could oversee us. I sat on it and wondered whether I dare be daring and remove the one around my waist.

"Are you going to be like this all week?"

I looked up at my friend, trying to work out whether it was genuine concern for me or more self-centred, Stephs worried that she would be far away from the gawping eyes that she brazenly craved. The hang of her normally proud shoulders, coupled with eyes that almost bled sympathy made me momentarily guilty that I could even think such a thing.

"I'll be okay," I told her, "It's just that all this after the Brian thing... it's just got me feeling out of my zone. I'll be alright in a day or two."

My friend looked long and hard at me, evidently trying to see if I was being straight with her, obviously concerned for me. Finally she took a deep breath and nodded, "I guess that makes sense and I promise I won't push you into anything that makes you uncomfortable – for a couple of days, at least – but now, given that we're almost in the next country, can you at least drop the other towel?"

Stephs has a way of making things seem like compromises when they are merely well-disguised wants or demands of her own, but a few seconds thought on this one had me believing that this was a genuine concession. There really wasn't anyone around just then and we really were in a far-flung resort where nobody knew me anyway. It didn't make it feel any less daring, I guess, but I untied the towel and let It fall away.

Stephie nodded, "Feel better?"

I glanced down at what seemed like acres of bare flesh with just tiny scraps of cotton covering the most intimate parts. "It feels like I've just turned nudist."

"Liberating, you mean?"

"Daring to the point of stupidity, more like." I could feel both nipples so close to the edge of the respective cotton shrouds and I swear that I could feel ever single hair on my Stephie-shaved mound almost visible through their covering as well.

"Well just remember, if anyone passes close by – like in the same country – you can always lay flat on your belly."

"But this bikini doesn't actually cover a lot of my bum!"

Stephie laughed, "So lay on your back then."

"Yeah, but then–"

"Oh Allie! Put your sunglasses on, tie your hair up and no one will ever know who was laying out here even if they're staying in the same hotel, let alone anyone ever finding out back home. Just relax and know you've got me by your side and I promise I'll make sure that no guy bothers you when you don't want to be bothered, okay?"

It made me feel better straight away. Stephie knows me so well, and for all that she can be a really shameless, daring animal at times, I trust her and – never let her hear me say it – I respect her. I can't say I was entirely comfortable laying back in my tiny bikini, but I was no longer petrified. I even managed to mutter a very quiet 'thank you' and busied myself with hair ties and my sunglasses.

*****

My friend was as good as her word and we went back to the same secluded spot for the next two days, clad no differently and with Stephie on bar-running duties when drinks were called for. I was a little wary of imbibing too much wine as I have a tendency to lose some of my inhibitions when I drink too much, but even with that Stephie kept an eye on me and warned me when I was starting to get a little giddy (or 'normal', as she put it). On the third day I even let her untie the top of my bikini when I was (very deliberately) lying on my belly so that I could get a more even tan on my back.

By the fourth morning I was genuinely relaxed and even starting to feel as if I was cramping my friend's style a little. 

"We can stop here," I suggested to her as we started the climb towards our distant sunbathing spot, the 'here' referring to a point on the banking surrounding the pool area, visible to anyone who happened to be relaxing at the top corner of the pool – very few, I had noticed, but some.

Stephie grinned, "My, we are chilling at last, aren't we? You are sure though? After all, if one of the guys walks entirely the wrong way from his lounger to the bar area he might pass this way after five minutes."

"It is not that far," I laughed, "Even cheap binoculars could see us from the poolside."

"Oh we really are relaxing!" Stephie laughed, "At this rate by Christmas I might even get you topless."

"That," I told her firmly, "won't happen in a decade of Christmases. Just be happy we're closer and aim to get is within another twenty yards. That might be possible this week."

I wasn't joking much, either. The second I sat down, the feeling of displaying too much flesh started to bubble under the surface and it wasn't until another two hours – and three glasses of wine – had passed before I started to fully relax once more.

Stephie, as well as being a great friend, was also a great reader of my moods and by the late afternoon she knew that I was relaxed enough – and in need of distraction enough – to suggest that we attend a small party being organised by one of the other guests.

"It's a he not a she and he's invited pretty much everyone along to his apartment room at ten tonight." She told me, filling me in on a couple of details I'd requested. 

"And you're sure he's an okay guy?"

"I am, but given that there'll be twenty of us there, I'm not sure it really matters anyway."

I shrugged and nodded. After boring Brian and maybe because of boring Brian I was in need of some distraction. Nothing too serious or heavy (no dates or sex in other words), but a little light entertainment in the middle of a finally relaxing holiday. I had already adored my best friend before we came away, but now I could appreciate just how timely and perfect her intervention was, there was an element of true love mixed in. (and no, nothing like that, thank you very much!)

My loving regard took a step down the ladder when I looked at the clothes she had chosen for me to wear to the party, later in our room. 

"That blouse is way too low, the skirt's too short and you've forgotten to put a bra out!"

"No it isn't, no it isn't, and no I haven't."

"Stephs, there is simply no way–" 

"Oh shush! Allie, you're gorgeous and we're a million miles from home. Just relax for once and have every second male head staring your ways.

I looked at my friend, now thoroughly confused, "Every second male head?"

Stephie nodded, "Sure. Because if you leave Ms Prude at home for once and dress that way, I'll wear a blouse two inches lower, a skirt two inches higher and one less item of underwear!"

I stared at the tiny items laying on the bed, "You wouldn't dare," I laughed before full realising who I was gambling with. "I mean, I simply couldn't wear these things!"

"They cover everything. What's the problem? I'll be the one only just decent."

Stephs had a point – and I'd had too much wine. Just for once, after two years with a real bore and despite so long wanting to be covered in oilskins, I really could relax and enjoy my friend's choice of clothes for me. They were a little bit showy but they really did cover everything well enough – and even though I knew Stephie could be really daring, I very much doubted she'd dare go out in what she was suggesting... there again, if she really would then I suddenly really wanted to see it. And it would make sure that no one was going to be looking too closely at me! When Stephs added 'Please, Allie?' to her cajoling I just had to relent.

"Well, okay then but – and this has to be a promise – but want to be back here with no one more than you by no later than one' o'clock, okay?"

"No one with you sure, but can't I pull?"

"Stephs, for a start you're married," (She is, to Tim who's a great guy even if I do mix him up with his twin all the time), "and secondly we sleep in the same room and I really don't want to be an audience to your games!"

"Well instead of sitting back and watching, you could always join–"

"Not a chance... oh," I added as Stephs collapsed on the bed, giggling, "A joke in very poor taste!"

"You falling for something doesn't make it poor taste," my friend hiccupped, "But I agree to your terms, I promise."

An hour later we left our room and headed to number eleven, the party destination, with me somehow feeling more uncovered than Stephie, despite the fact that every time she bent over I could see her nipples from the front and I can't even type what I could see from the rear... And incidentally, I still have no idea why she needed to bend over for anything, let alone half a dozen times between the two rooms!

*****

As soon as we arrived I could feel myself starting to relax and enjoy things. I even let myself forget all about the story Stephie told of her sister Wendy and a few glasses of wine when their husbands were celebrating a birthday. I forgot all about the potential dangers of wine and Stephie... I even forgot all about the fact that I was decidedly short of lacy under-things in the bra department until I started to bop along to some ancient track from the era of my parents – and which I suddenly found incredibly insistent when it came to dancing. The sensation of my unprotected nipples rubbing rhythmically against the inside of my silky blouse wasn't I – decided once I had made sure there was no chance of either of them escaping – such a bad feeling after all. So help me, I even caught one of the guys staring at my chest region and never did anything more than turn away as I bopped around the room.

It was well past midnight when Stephie sidled up to me bearing a couple of brimming glasses of whatever wine it was that we were, I admit, knocking back rather freely.

"Here you go, Allie, and let me say it's great to see you having such a good time and getting so many deservedly interested looks!"

I took the glass and half drained it, "I am having fun," I told her, "but there's only been one guy looking and he wasn't exactly super-hot."

Stephie gave me a slightly lop-sided, slightly tipsy grin, "Methinks my darling Allie isn't paying too much attention. You're getting more looks than I am and my tits are almost hanging out here. No fair!" She gave a long giggle.

"I wish!" I protested before my brain could take its usual censorial role. I stopped dead and stared at Stephs, my mind whirling. It was the wine, of course, wasn't it? I couldn't really be wishing that my friend was right, could I? I didn't want loads of guys I didn't even know staring at me even if I was more properly dressed than Stephs, surely?

Stephie broke into my slightly panicked reverie, "You mean you really didn't notice? Come on, Als, let's go prove it to you. Put the glass down and come and dance with me!"

I knew – really knew – that if I dared do that I would find out for sure and it really could be true that guys were staring. But so what if they were, right? A look doesn't hurt, doesn't make me anything but a young woman out having some good, clean fun. If they stared real hard they were probably only going to be checking out my friend anyway. 

Wine – and Stephie it seems – can blinker you that way.

We danced. Guys stared. And it wasn't just Stephie's blouse or skirt that their eyes followed. To my shock – and not horror any more – some of them were watching me move and, reader, I loved the attention. I wriggled and swayed, and even came close to imitating some of Stephie's deeper bends and twists, even if I would never have showed off quite such intimate parts of my body.

At one thirty or so the music slowed and it was only a fraction of a second before a guy headed for the table where Stephie and I had more or less collapsed – more from tired feet than too much wine, of course. 

"Here we go," Stephie whispered/giggled in my ear, "You first, I bet."

I looked down at my friend's skirt which was so high on her thighs that I could tell she didn't need any trimming 'down there', "Not a shingle... single chance. He'll be after you!"

"Care for a dance?" The voice was casual but there was an underlying tension that for some reason made my heart twitch.

When Stephie nudged my arm and pointed up with her eyes my heart gave another twitch. Stephie had won her bet.




An Awakening



I rose, took the guy's hand, and drifted into the middle of the room, sweeping into a gentle embrace before starting to sway with the tunes, with the stranger.

"I'm Sean," he said softly, "and I have been watching you all night. You really are a gorgeous girl, you know?"

"Girl?" I laughed.

"Woman, then. Lovely eyes, lovely smile, and a lovely figure if you don't mind my saying it?"

I sighed, oddly contented, "I don't mind at all." I meant it.

Sean moved closer and I could feel my breasts beneath the silky blouse squashing up gently against his chest, could feel a distinct pressure against my belly, could feel him bend a little, could feel his right hand slip up the back of my left thigh, under my skirt and– 

"Stop right there!" I jumped back.

"Oh come on, love," Sean tried to drag me back close to him, "We all know you're just playing the little-girl-next-door routine but you're as horny as fuck really!" His left hand closed over my right breast. He grinned from ear to ear. 

I don't think I've ever slapped anyone so hard.

Stephie was by my side in a split second it seemed – certainly about an hour earlier than the stinging in my hand began to subside. "Oh God, my angel, come here!" She pulled me into a tight embrace, apparently suddenly sober, "If I'd had any idea he was such a piece of shit I'd never have let him... oh fuck it." She released me for a second and I heard rather than saw a second slap.

I couldn't help it – I laughed. Then I grabbed my friend again and let her lead me back to the table where we finished the last of the wine and from where we declined the two other offers of dances we had – each (I won that bet, to my slightly addled shock). We were back in our room – alone but for each other – by two, and asleep in our skirts and very little else by two minutes past.

*****

The hangover was far less nasty than I'd feared when I first woke and a couple of coffees and a paracetamol sandwich had me more or less feeling human by eleven. Stephie was even faster to recover but took things easy. She also apologised to me somewhere in the region of a thousand times, blaming herself for, as I tried to point out to her, the chauvinism of others.

A little after eleven, tiring of the string of 'sorry, Allie' mantras, I slipped on my bikini bottoms, and stood staring at the top. "Stephie?" I interrupted another apology.

"Sorr... er, what?"

"I want the most honest answer in the world from you, understand me?"

Stephie came and stood beside me, "Sure, Als, it's the least I can–"

"Oh stop it! Can I take that as a yes?"

My friend nodded, evidently not trusting herself to speak without the 's' word or its equivalent making an appearance.

"Right," I took a deep breath, "We're here for two more days after today, yes?"

She nodded, "We leave on the third morning from now."

"You know I've never gone topless before, right? Well..."

"Allie?"

I took a deep breath, wondering even to myself where the thought had come from, where this surge of... well, girl-power had arrived from, "I want to now." And I did.

Apparently it was easier for me to understand than it was for Stephie, "You want to... I mean, you... after last night and all... you really–"

"Yes, really! Come on Stephs, I need help here." All I really needed was for her to take my hand and drag me outside still topless but now that the moment was upon me I couldn't even bring myself to ask for that much assistance.

Fortunately, my best friend is also a mind-reader.

"Just one question then, Als. Are you really sure about this?"

"Well, yeah."

Stephie nodded, back in control. She reached around me, grabbed our bags and towels, shoved sunglasses and sunhats into the bags and took my hand. "No hesitation, follow me."

With that she headed for the door, almost dragging me behind her, the bags and towels looking almost as clumsy as me in her other hand. Before I knew what was happening my feet were on the tiles outside my room and in another second I was marching along behind my friend, feeling more exposed than ever before in my life.

I thought for one moment that she was going to take us right to the back of the grounds where we had started out on the first morning. Instead she stopped on the banking where we had spent most of the previous day, exposed to the looks of anyone and everyone. As she laid the towels down and I stood there trying so hard not to cover my naked breasts, I realised that she was quite right – being somewhere unseen would have been pointless given what I was trying to do. And that thought fired a spark deep inside me.

Before settling onto the towel next to my friend I turned and surveyed the crowded pool area. One or two heads – male heads mostly – turned my way. They looked at me. Looked at my topless form. I felt a flush, a chill, but also a thrill. I sat slowly.

"Als?" Stephie said beside me

"Hm?"

"You do realise, don't you, that your tits are still milky white compared to the skin around which has already gotten a lot darker?"

"I guess," I said, looking down at the almost glaringly white skin below.

"Well, Allie, from where they're sitting they probably think you've still got your white bikini on!"

"Oh, Stephie!"

"I'm joking, I'm joking! Bikini tops don't have nipples, right?"

I looked back down and couldn't help but agree that there were at least two things that were definite giveaways. The rest of the skin of my breasts was, however, very pale. "I look stupid," I moaned, suddenly more concerned about how natural I looked than the fact that I was half-naked in public for the first time in my life. I did however thoroughly love the feeling of the air across that part of me that had been covered for almost three decades when it came to the great outdoors.

All of that is not to say that the overall experience wasn't alarming in its own way. There's a perfect word for it – discomfited. I just didn't feel comfortable that way and although I knew – was already positive – that I'd get used to it, I still wasn't ready to fully relax and enjoy the sensations (both the air and the looks, although the latter was most unusual and troubling).

Stephie, again using her innate mind-reading talent was very quiet that day and made sure that she was the only one who ever needed to go close to any other sunbathers or pool users (or bar users – we were in dire need of dog pelts rather than just hairs of the said animals). She also refused no fewer than three party invitations although she did remark to me that there was an altogether higher level of interest all of a sudden. She put that down to my topless-ness although I personally still believe it was more to do with the impromptu slapping that had taken placed the previous night.

Whatever the reason, I was glad. By the end of the afternoon I felt stupidly exhausted. Probably thanks to the totally alien sensation of wearing just bikini bottoms most of the day, and for the first (and only time) on that break, I was in bed and asleep by ten o'clock.

*****

I woke to find our room empty and a note from Stephie saying that she had woken super-early after her own early night and had gone in search of breakfast for once. She's added that she would be back by nine and for me to wait for her before going outside.

I admired and was grateful for her caring nature when it came to me, but I already knew that I had changed over the course of the previous 36 hours. I was even, I had to admit to myself, looking forward to the sensation of fresh air on my naked breasts and, I can't lie, the looks that I would receive. I found it so hard to believe after so long, but it was true. I could even feel an unexpected heat at my groin! It even felt more than a little moist! 

I even felt that I felt it, if you get my drift. 

I looked at my phone acting as my watch. It was 8.45. I had a sudden urge to shower before Stephie returned and had just finished gasping and shuddering before she did get back. If you get my drift again.

That day passed in an altogether easier way, even though I spent all of our time outside topless. Stephie had come up with what she hoped was a clever way of stopping the rest of my skin getting much darker while letting the white flesh of my breasts catch up without getting too pink – and to my surprise it seemed to be working. My surprise was lessened when she told me that she's used the same technique on her butt the previous summer after switching to a thong bikini.

It was the next day, though, when other thoughts came and settled in next to the new 'look at me, I'm topless in the sun' ones. 

There was, of course, only one day left after that one but I don't think urgency had anything to do with it. I think I was just coming to terms that in that unique environment – the overseas holiday – it was perfectly acceptable to strip down to just bikini bottoms. And what's more, if it felt good to be seen topless, to be observed with my breasts bared for all to see, well so what? It was natural and what I felt deep inside was personal and private. No matter that my showers were taking a few minutes longer.

But it went further than just a new appreciation. There was, I could feel it, a new sensation – a desire to experience more while there was still time before we returned to the UK. To take a while to find out what the new me might like to experience, even. 

Despite all of that self-confession, there still remained the problem of who I fundamentally was. The timid little mouse. And that is where my Stephie and her mind-reading skills took centre stage.

A little after three o'clock that afternoon she returned from the bar with two glasses of cool wine. "Allie... I think we should have our turn at throwing a party tonight. What do you say?"

I stared up at her and eventually tilted my sunglasses away from my nose, "You mean invite a load of strangers into our room?"

"On our terms, sure, why not? We deserve a little shindig before we have to start thinking of boring Britain." She paused as she sat back down, "And I think it would do you good, as well."

The comment was simple but laden with hidden meaning. I couldn't tell what she was hinting at, for sure. Well, not until she added: "You've started to look as cute as you really are, maybe you can act it now as well..."

I turned a curious eye towards her, "I'm not sure what you're suggesting but can I remind you that I am on the rebound and you are a married woman?"

"Was I suggesting anything untoward?" She asked with a mock innocence that wouldn't have fooled a nun in a coma, "And anyway, who said anything about me being unfaithful again?"

"Well, no one said anything– hey! Again?"

Stephie snorted a laugh, "Don't get all Miss Prissy on me, I never start anything. If Tim strays, however, I feel that I have a free go due myself."

Tim, her husband, had certainly succumbed to temptation before but to her credit I had never realised that Stephie ever had some revenge fun of her own. A thought struck me, "Has he strayed recently then?"

"That," Stephie laughed softly, "is something I won't even discuss with a best friend. Let's just say that I might consider a tiny little amount of 'revenge flinging' later – nothing to scare you away though."

I shrugged.

Stephie sat further up, "Is that a 'yes' then?"

"I don't," I said slowly, "see why not. Just please promise me that you won't give me a reason to regret this decision?"

She punched the air, "Yay! And nay, I won't give you any reason at all!"

And do you know something? I honestly think that we both believed her.

*****

At half past nine I was still undecided as to what to wear and Stephie, friend or not, was hardly helping matters but feeding me more wine and what was beginning to sound like dares rather than suggestions.

"Stephs, if I wore a halter top like this my boobs would be on show before the second drinks were served!"

"The word is 'tits' unless you want to sound like a little girl, and there might be a bit of room in there but you wouldn't slip out."

"Well your tits are almost certain to slip out of that stupid little tank top and I don't want to raise the count to four."

Stephie giggled – a sound that I should always remember represents a warning – "At least you didn't say 'no' this time, and if my tits slip out, so what? Perhaps that would count as my – very mild –'revenge fling', and at least everyone here has seen them clearly enough already!"

That last comment was true but I already knew that there was a world of difference between seeing them bared in the sunbathing area and seeing them bared here (even though the actual experience hadn't been suffered by me at that point). And that was without translating the experience a few hundred miles – I was already starting to think that none of this would ever come into the equation back home, and was very grateful for the difference. I let out a humph and picked up the halter necked top again. "Well..." I began, that difference between here and home starting to make me think differently already, "I suppose–" 

"Great!" 

I know how a pig feels now when it's hog-tied by a cowboy. Stephie had me in that top in a matter of seconds. Somehow I didn't feel very much more dressed. She also poured me another wine, and after drinking that I didn't really mind about not feeling more dressed. It helped that her silly little tank top slipped off her boobs – tits – twice while she was fiddling around with my ties. I was getting increasingly giggly but through all the wine and wildness, it was Stephie's words that I clung onto and which took me through to a place where I could finally be honest with myself after all the years of being such a prude. I was going to love the attention that night.

*****

The first guest – a guy of no more than twenty – arrived a little after ten and I greeted him at the door with a broad, possibly silly, smile. The smile might even have widened a little when he didn't even try to hide the fact that he gave me a real once over with eyes that were not quite on stalks, but were certainly in no danger of drowning.

Stephie and I alternated with the door-answering duties, and alternated behind our makeshift bar (a table covered in cans, bottles and glasses), both of us almost visibly wallowing in the mercifully hands-free attention that we were receiving.

We danced, we laughed, we all sang along to terrible pop tunes. Stephie and I looked upon our little party empire and smiled. My halter top stayed tied, and my breasts – okay, tits, sheesh – stayed covered. Even Stephie's tank top only slid down once. We were both in short skirts and this time they were both very short – but we both wore panties, little lacy ones in my case, little spider webs in hers and – get this – one time when I bent to get more bottles of beer from the fridge I didn't even cover up too fast when said panties were obviously visible for a few seconds.

As the morning hours wore on we slowed the music and two of the younger guys who had evidently not been witness to our slap happy time the night before asked each of us to dance. Stephie looked at me with eyes that held both a question and the preferred answer – and when I gave a gentle nod, I loved the look of relief that passed through them. I was sure then that she really would have declined had I done the same.

Not that there was any chance of me declining an offer by then. The wine, Stephie's constant urging, and a whole new, experimental, me was eager to get close to a guy, to feel him against me. I wasn't too sure about what might happen if hands were too eager once more, but I no longer cared too much about the initial contact that might entail. As it was, the young man – Danny – was as gallant as he was apparently inexperienced. When he told me that I was a real good looking young woman I believed that he meant it and even when he guessed that my age must be somewhere not far north of twenty I had the impression that it wasn't a complete lie to try to impress me.

At the end of the first slow track he held on a tad hopefully. I looked at Stephie next to us with her young man and gave a subtle shrug. She smiled and turned back to the guy. I copied her and Danny's grin nearly blinded me.

He pulled me a little closer as the track got going and the moment of resistance when I felt his hardness against my belly, my tits crushing against his chest – reminders of the night before – was just that, a moment. His hand slid up from my waist to my shoulders and the skin there, the top leaving a lot of shoulder blade open to the evening air. The touch felt like a gentle buzz of electricity and I gave the smallest of shudders.

"Sorry," Danny began, I just–" 

"It's okay," I pulled him a little tighter feeling like a cross between a mother and a teenager at her first dance.

Danny's hands were on my bare shoulders again and I could feel his body pressed tightly against mine. A picture of myself, topless on the grass outside, sprang to my mind and I wondered how good a look he had gotten of my bared br... my bared tits earlier. A deep part of me hoped it had been a very good look indeed. It was my turn to pull us even tighter together.

*****

I glanced at Stephie from time to time over the next few records and each time she spare me an encouraging smile, occasionally an almost surprised one, and when our guests started to leave she took me to one side and told me to keep dancing with Danny and she would make sure everyone left properly. I asked her quickly if she was going to keep dancing with the last guy I had seen her with, a lanky but cute guy with long black hair. She shrugged and just told me to look after Danny. 

I went back to him and resumed out interrupted dance.

He leaned into my ear and whispered, "Shouldn't I leave now as well? Surely you want to be up in the morning and outside again. You said it was your last day."

"I'll be out there sometime..." I paused and let myself relax just enough to add, "You'll have plenty of time to see me out there topless again."

"I didn't mean that I wanted–"

I laughed softly, "It's okay, you know? I understand you were just looking out for me in an altogether more innocent way..." Another pause, "But to be honest, I don't really mind either way." My heart was pounding.

It nearly burst out of my chest when he almost reluctantly said, "Well, you are kinda really cute to look at. Kinda hard to ignore. You've got a lovely figure and... well... it's all lovely."

Stephie chose that moment to glance at me and that gave me the strength to say, just like I imagined she might, "You mean I have lovely... tits?"

Danny gave a soft gulp and slowly nodded, "Y-yeah. Like, they are just so cute. You don't mind me saying that?"

"Not at all," I told him, aware that Stephie was now close enough to hear most of what was said. It gave me even more strength, "I like that you think that way." One deep breath, "I've discovered that I really enjoy certain people seeing me so... relaxed, and, well... that is..." My new found boldness was seeping away, despite my attempts to block its path, "I really like that you, er, liked looking, and was... well, thinking... imagining..."

Stephie's voice close by my ear startled me almost as much as Danny I guess, "What my gorgeous friend is hinting at Danny, is that she loves eyes upon her, but not quite as much as hands..." She span away leaving both of us open mouthed, and me in particular wondering just how good those mind-reading skills were.

Before I could even come up with an estimate I felt Danny's thumbs slip under the either side of my halter and move slowly down from my shoulders until they rested against the small mounds of my breasts, naked beneath the thin fabric. I looked up into his eyes to find them seeking my approval – or at least praying that I wasn't going to be mad at him. The breath was catching in my throat at the feel of this young man's flesh on such an intimate area of mine, but there was no disapproval in the look I gave him or in the thoughts that flashed through my mind. I let my eyes close for a moment, let my pleasure shine brightly in them as I opened the lids once more. My lips parted a little, the softest and quietest of moans passing over them. "I think she might be right," I whispered.




An Awakening



My lips parted wider and I moaned just a little louder as Danny's hands moved inwards sliding slowly, slowly underneath the halter and up the side of each breast until the tips of his thumbs reached my nipples, now almost painfully erect. I gave the tiniest of nods and leaned into our first full kiss, the touching of our lips so very gentle until his hands pushed the material of my top inwards even further, his fingers spread over my now naked breasts. As he gave a gentle squeeze I moaned more loudly yet into his mouth, my tongue darting between his lips.

How long we kissed for, standing there, gripping each other so tightly, I have no idea. I didn't even realise that the room had emptied entirely other than for Stephie, nor have any notion of who might have witnessed the passionate embrace. I didn't care.

But I did care when Stephie coughed politely from our side, "Allie?"

"What?" I snapped.

"Enough, angel. Let Danny go back to his room and we'll see him tomorrow, okay? We'll have a busy day."

My eyes opened wide as I stared at her, my mind all too aware of Danny's hands slipping from my top, "What the... heck?" I looked back at the guy, "Danny, don't listen to her, I–" 

"Danny," Stephie said softly and easily, "Just go now and Allie will come and see you tomorrow, okay? You've not done anything wrong, so don't fret. It's just that I have something I need to discuss with her right now."

"Don't listen to her!" I almost yelled at him as he started to back away, "She's not my mother and whatever she's got to say can wait!"

I felt Stephie's hand on my arm, restraining me, "Allie, please do as I say?"

Danny was evidently more intimidated by Stephie than he was desperate for me – a situation which I failed to see the funny side of until a long time later. He turned, muttered a 'see you' and 'you were really great', and dashed from the room.

I turned on Stephie immediately, "You bitch! Just because I finally got a guy and you got nothing you have to go and... and fuck things up!" I never swear as a rule, but the cursing didn't seem to faze Stephie. She stepped forward and put her arms around me. "Let go you evil cow!"

"Allie, angel? Listen, huh?"

"I will not listen to you ever again you... you jealous, evil, bitch!"

"Allie, it was just going from nothing to everything way too fast after all you've been through, okay?" I went to interrupt her but she shushed me and kept talking, "Allie, you were brilliant. Sexy, gorgeous, really turned it on – turned the guys on as well and not just Danny – but Allie, my lovely Allie, trust me, you need just a few calm, deep breaths before you choose what to do next."

I tried to shrug free but Stephie was holding me tight. "You hate me!"

"Allie," she hugged a little harder for a second, "Allie I don't hate you. I love you! You've always been like the sister I never had and I will never ever see anything bad happen to you if I can help it, okay?"

"You're just spoiling my chance for fun!"

"Not at all. I'll help you get any and all the fun you could ever want – anything at all – but I also need to make sure there's some balance there, some forethought. Allie, I just don't want to see you ever hurt by another guy, that's all, and I want to see you able to respect yourself. I really do love you, Allie."

I was about to try to shrug her away from me, maybe even to chase after Danny, but that last sentence somehow seemed to take the wind out of my sails. It also seemed to break down the last of the barriers I had so studiously built up both through my adult life and especially in the last couple of years with boring Brian. I didn't want to, tried so hard to stop myself... but I burst into tears. And not the pretty little sniffles that Hollywood would have us all cry. I was sobbing in seconds.

Stephie held me and stroked my hair, the two of us standing in the middle of the room, all alone now in the small hours of the morning. 

It felt so comforting and so unusual, so rare this contact between us even though we had been friends for many years. It still hurt that my best friend had interrupted me just when I thought I was finally breaking free but deep down I knew she was right – this was rebound in its most dangerous form and as she held me there I knew as well that being touched and kissed by some strange guy wasn't even what I wanted or was looking for.

Stephie had encouraged me to be more daring but really what was the big deal about sunbathing topless in a distant foreign land where 99% of the women here did the same? She wasn't really encouraging me to be daring, just to feel how lovely it is to have the sun on more of my body, the gentle breeze caressing my skin, to receive admiring looks because, damn it, I was a cute enough woman still.

I realised then that Stephie knew all this. She was looking out for me just like she had a hundred times before. A thousand maybe. And when he said she loved me I knew now that she meant it.

With the realisation, the acknowledgement of what should have been so very obvious, a surge of elation washed through me, making me gasp. I stood straight up.

Stephie cocked her head to one side, her arms slipping down lower on my back, "What's up, Als?"

I shook my head and gave a gentle laugh, "I just realised you mean it, is all."

"That narrows it down. Mean what, exactly?"

"I just mean I realise you do look out for me, and, well..." I took a deep breath, "that you must love me to be such a great friend."

She cocked her head to the other side, "Glad you finally noticed, but I figure someone has to watch out for you, my naïve angel, and," she paused and gave a wry smile, "yeah, that's all to do with love."

I had no expectation, no forethought and in retrospect, no real clue as to what triggered the barriers to break. Kindness? Security? A hot steamy French night? I don't know to this day and I'm not so sure I even want to know. At the time, the trigger was just that last word that Stephie had said – 'love'. As she straightened her head I leaned forward and planted a short but firm kiss on her lips. Full lips, I noticed.

Stephie's jerked her head back, but slowly, uncertainty in her blue eyes, "That's... a thank you, I take it? And most welcome but not really necessary, you're–"

I leaned in and kissed her again, my mind seeming to short out, but a deep welling of love down in the pit of my stomach making me pull my friend, my Stephie, closer. The kiss was just a little longer than the first but allowed me a tiny moment to savour the softness and warmth of those full lips. A tremor ran through me.

My friend pulled her head back again so that she could look into my eyes, "You know I'm a married woman, don't you? Only that kiss was a tad warm for a thank you..."

"It was an 'I love you too' one," I blurted out, now sure that I'd taken a step too far, offended Stephie. I frowned and glanced down, "But... you're still holding me..." It was almost a question and I'm not sure which one of us it was intended for.

It was Stephie who answered, her voice suddenly low and quiet, "Yes, and I'm seriously contemplating returning that last kiss. The 'I love you too' one."

Our eyes were locked. I took a deep breath, but there was no calmness in me. The feeling of love was now raging through my chest and into my throat. "Fifteen years we've known each other and I never realised..."

"it would be more than a holiday friendship kiss, you know?" Stephie was now whispering.

"And you're a married woman."

"A straight married woman," Stephie's voice was almost too quiet to hear.

"Who's holding a straight girlfriend."

"I'm normally so sure about these things but not any more..." Stephie shook her head and gave a soft laugh, "Not at all."

My beautiful friend leaned forward and our lips met hesitantly, our eyes still locked and widening. We both turned out heads to the same side for a moment then I switched sides. Then, oh then, Stephie's hands tightened on my back and she hugged me so firmly. The kiss was suddenly firmer, then firmer still. My mind dissolved into love and white sparks and I pressed back.

I had by then kissed many, many times. In friendship, in desire, in what I had thought was love, but that kiss with Stephie was sending explosions throughout my body. I recall easing one hand onto the back of her head to ensure she couldn't end it before I wanted her too, then realised that there was a hand entwined in my own hair. And then... oh and then I realised her lips had parted just a fraction. A tiny amount that was the biggest invitation I had ever received. 

I suddenly knew beyond any doubt that I needed to taste those lips more fully, that I needed to probe that tiny gap... My tongue, as hesitant as a new born foal trying to stand for the first time, slid along Stephie's lower lip, then back, a little deeper across the surface. And as it reached the centre...

Oh I can barely draw breath enough to carry on typing here... as it reached the centre of Stephie's glorious mouth, the tip of my tongue touched the tip of hers as she sought out the gap that was forming in my own lips. There was a pause, and now the look that was passed between our still-locked eyes was one of pure love and pure need, all spiced with shock and awe.

My mouth widened in time with my friend's, our tongues entwined and pressed and tasted as they explored each other's lips and the deeper. 

The kiss lasted for minutes or hours before Stephie leant back, gasping a little, "This, my darling Allie, is turning seriously hot and seriously serious. I was trying to tell you not to jump into things..."

"Fifteen years I've know you," I managed though my own panting breath, "Hardly jumping quickly."

"Have you any idea what we're doing here?"

"Actually, none at all," I told her with a shrug, "Except I really do love you. Just in more ways than I had ever imagined." 

I don't know which of us was more surprised by my words, but it was Stephie who managed the laugh. "You're a beautiful woman in every respect." With that she leaned forward once more and resumed the kiss, one hand back in my hair the other now gliding up and down my back.

I pressed against her, amazed to find my body suddenly aroused in every way, delighting in the feel of Stephie's breasts crushed against mine, exulting in the pressure between our bellies and the amazing heat that was building deep in my groin. As our mouths opened wider and the kiss became hungrier, I felt love spread through every artery and vein, my entire body tingling and hot.

Stephie finally broke the kiss long enough to gasp, "I haven't the faintest idea what the hell we're supposed to be doing next but I have the strongest feeling that I need to see you topless again."

I unlocked my hands from her hair and quickly untied the halter, letting it fall to my waist where our locked bodies halted its fall until Stephie stepped back. It fell to the floor and I felt more bared, more naked than I had even felt on my first trip out into the sun like that. But as Stephie's eyes roamed down to that nakedness I almost gasped aloud at the joy and excitement I suddenly felt. My mind sizzled and sparked and from nowhere came the most urgent of cries,

"Well," I said slowly, "you're the one who got me this way, you should be the one to cover me... with your hands maybe? Your mouth even?"

"I'm not used to my little Allie coming up with the leading ideas but... oh..." 

With that Stephie's hands hovered, shaking very slightly, for a moment over the hot, smooth flesh of my breasts. I'm not sure to this day whether I leaned into her palms, or whether she pressed them against me – or whether it was a little of both – but in seconds her hands were cupping the heat of my breasts and when she gave the tiniest of squeezes I almost climaxed right there. When she dipped her head and her lips replaced her hand over my left nipple, I was back to the edge of climax in a second.

I've no idea where the boldness or bravery came from but I managed to gasp, "Oh Stephie, if you need to know how good that is making me feel, just touch the front of my little skirt!"

When the suction against my left nipple increased in intensity and I felt the grazing of her teeth, and when her free hand pressed first against the skirt, then lifted it, pressed instead against the little pair of cotton panties beneath... oh, then... then Stephie knew how much this meant to me. 

She released my breasts form hand and mouth, took her other hand from my damp panties. "Allie, my Allie. Show me it all. Feed my love, and my lust!"

My fingers fumbled for a moment with the zipper on my skirt and then it was down and open without a further moment's consideration. I let it fall, delighting in my best friend's eager gaze. Then my fingers hooked underneath the waistband of my knickers and I eased them down my thighs until gravity took then to the floor. I freed them then lifted one foot then the other, unhooking and discarding my heels until I stood naked and steaming in front of Stephie.

"Oh jeez Allie you are truly gorg–" 

As she reached to caress a breast my alien mind took over and driven by these new, wild feelings, I said, "Not until you're wearing as much as me."

Stephie gave a slightly strangled laugh and straightened up. "Wow, no wonder I love you so much!"

In seconds she had almost torn the clothes from her body and stood before me as naked as I was. We looked deep into each other's eyes and then she laughed, causing me to give her a quizzical look.

"I may," she said, "be the supposedly worldly wise one, but do you realise I don't have a clue what to do here?"

I shrugged, "You're certainly not alone there, but I have a feeling..."

"That we're about to discover some ways>"

"Precisely," I managed, just before our bodies locked together in the tightest of embraces.

I kissed her beautiful lips first then realised all we needed to know, all we needed to do, was offer up to the other just what we loved being done to ourselves. My lips moved from hers to her cheek then across to her ear where they lingered, kissing and nipping until I craned lower and kissed the smooth skin of her neck below her ear. 

Stephie almost crushed me in the tightest of hugs before I felt her lips on my neck and knew then that I was doing things right for once. I let my mouth drift lower, onto her collarbone and then across to the little hollow underneath it where I paused to lick and kiss. Stephie moaned softly and I eased her away from me, bending lower still so that my lips travelled down to the gentle swell of her left breast.

I circled the proud pink nipple with tiny kisses, my nose brushing across its hardness each time my mouth passed beneath it, until finally I could take the desire no longer. I kissed the tip of the nipple, bringing a small mewling noise from my friend before it grew into a full-bodied groan as I drew the entire length of that nipple into my eager mouth. More moans followed as a I suckled, sucked and gently nipped, my left hand squeezing her right breast as I attended to that gorgeous left nipple, simultaneously experiencing the touch and taste of a breast for the first time in my adult life.

Every groan and moan brought me so much joy that I was constantly on the verge of climax and becoming more eager for new tastes and touch sensations with every second.

My mouth almost reluctantly released the nipple and I moved lower and lower, kissing each rib before letting them caress the sweet softness of Stephie's belly. I moved down, on my knees now, and kissed the hardness of her left hip, then down the crease of flesh between her belly and her left leg, her heat palpable to my cheek.

I moved lower, then, but kept my mouth, my eager lips in check, attending now to her long, smooth thigh resisting Stephie's groans and the tug of her hand in my hair. I kissed every inch of that gorgeous, long thigh, stopping at her knee, then leaned slightly further inwards, starting my way back up again, this time with my lips caressing the supremely soft skin of her inner thigh.

As my head rose, her moans increased in intensity and volume, but when I skipped for her upper thigh to her belly, they became a wail of frustration. I drew back for a few seconds, my eyes locked on the most intimate of places on my friend's body until finally the frustration overcame me as well.

I plunged forward, my tongue seeking that hot – and now that I felt it – very wet slit. I paused again, this time to catch my breath and to let Stephie collapse onto one of the twin beds. When I was sufficiently oxygenated and my wonderful friend was stable on her back on the bed, I pressed forward once more, my lips meeting hers again but in an entirely more intimate, beautiful way. 

I licked the length of her labia, up then down – then pressed my tongue inside her, pressed the bridge of my nose against the small, now exposed nub of her prominent clitoris. Stephie groaned so loudly as I began to lick and suck and nibble, to press my tongue as deep into her as I could. I began to rub at her clit with one thumb, my other hand sliding under her butt to help increase the pressure between us.

Juices began to flood my mouth as I sucked and now swallowed and I could feel a deep, deep trembling in those long thighs that moved wider apart as I pressed, sucked, swallowed and rubbed, massaged her. 

I was forever on the verge of climax myself but I could have kept it all back for Stephie – for now I just wanted and waited her pleasure. I moved my mouth higher, taking her hard clit between my lips and teeth, sucking and licking.

With an almost guttural roar, the trembling in her thighs become a fluttering then a pulsing in Stephie's belly. Her hips bucked hard, grinding my mouth into her where I held on tightly. I felt her hands grasp for my hair as one buck followed another and then another. Through a ringing in my ears I could hear my gorgeous, wonderful friend gasping over and over 'Oh, Allie!' and that just made me twist my head and lick and suck all the harder.

With a trembling howl, Stephie's every muscle seemed to contract at the same time and she lifted her hips – and my head – a foot or more off the bed. She held that position for several long, blissful seconds before collapsing back onto the covers, gasping for breath, small twitches and shivers running through her belly.

A few seconds later I felt her scrabbling at my shoulders, heard her repeat over and over 'Come here!' and let my friend drag me onto the bed and then twisted over so that I was where she had been moments before.

I tried to tell her that there was no need to return the pleasure right then, but I was wrong and she knew it. Her mouth was at my womanhood in a second and as her tongue pressed between my soaking wet lips I felt the orgasm start to rise. Within a couple of seconds I knew that there was no controlling it and when Stephie paused and told me to come for her it had started almost before her mouth was pressed once more against my very centre.

I climaxed harder than I had ever done before – and that is not an exaggeration. Wave after wave of pure joy washed over and through me, a tsunami of emotion and pure pleasure. Ripples were still running through me when I found myself face to face with Stephie once more.

We kissed, maybe a hundred times in a couple of minutes. A hundred words of thanks between each kiss.

We fell asleep in that most cloyingly romantic way, in each other's arms. 

*****

I'm back in Britain now, the holiday a perfect and not yet distant memory. I never saw Danny again on that last day although I did see Stephie naked in the daylight. And tasted her. I saw stars and a million new futures. I saw even, the problems that I – or hopefully, we – might face. 

And here I am, a suitcase packed by my side once more. There'll be no holiday this time, but I will be seeing my Stephie again. She's not leaving Tim – I couldn't ask that – or at least, she's not leaving Tim yet, or I'm not asking yet. But there are a hundred hotels near where she lives and there are a million things that we need to discover about our new-found status as lovers. 




An Awakening



Overview:

A good father gives away his daughter in marriage to another good man but finds that he can't give her up as his lover. The new bride is also deeply saddened by the absence of her dad's cock and easily gives in to his persuasive seduction. Things go well for a couple of years, then the daddy/daughter team gets caught in her own martial bed by the husband and three lives are forever changed. Can a woman possibly love and make love to two men at the same time or does she have to make a choice of which one to give up? The plot will thicken a few weeks later when she misses her period and again nine months later when she gives birth to a healthy boy. Who's child is it?

This is a continuation of previous events that the reader needs to enjoy first. All sexual partners are over 18 and this is as usual, some truth stretched to the limits by my imagination. If incest it not your thing or you are under 18, stop reading now. Some writers make a long long story with many chapters but this writer enjoys writing a good story that is very sexual and gets the reader to a point where she or he has to stop and manually take care of their carnal lusts. I admit that I do the same to satisfy my own unquenchable fire between my legs as I write. One would think that as wet as my pussy gets that it would not be so hot! 

Enjoy! Terri

*****

I did not wake up that particular morning with any intentions of hurting my loving husband. It never even crossed my mind that our lives would be forever changed just a few hours later when he found me in bed with my dad. In fact I snuggled closer to him in search of the one thing that gave me some temporary pleasure and satisfy him with a quick release...cock! I loved to suck his cock, well any cock, but I loved him terribly and tried to find ways to please him. As you read this you may think I was only thinking of myself and how to get my own satisfaction but that was never in my mind.

I easily found his soft penis and began to rub and stroke it to a decent semi-erection before going down and taking the head in my mouth. My goal was threefold, first make him happy because I loved him, second to satisfy my constant craving for cock and third to extract from him as many sperm as possible that might impregnate me. I was off "the pill" for awhile for medical reasons and did not want to get pregnant again so soon. I insisted that he and Dad, my only two lovers at the time, both use condoms even though we all hated them. I had a harder time with my dad, pun intended, because he said he could not feel me as good. I knew they could not be 100% safe either but it was better than nothing. Frank and Dad both produced a tremendous amount of cum and it always seemed to find a way out the back side of the rubber. I held my breath after they came to see if it flooded out of me or was safely held within its thin sheath. Since Dad's cock was so much larger than my husbands and he fucked me harder and rougher, the chance of him shredding it was much greater too.

My thoughts right at that moment though were how much I loved the taste and feel of the soft spongy crown of a cock as it first enters my mouth. I slipped my full lips over and around it savoring each inch as he thickened and pulsed in my mouth...the first sign of an oncoming eruption. 

It did not take long to get him off and I did not waste a single drop of his delicious cum as he pumped about six shots down my throat then bounded from the bed to the bathroom to clean up and get to work. My pussy was left throbbing for relief as my hand found my swollen clit and wet lips. I felt disappointment that I was not "taken care of" but I knew there was no time right then for him to pleasure me. I would pull out the trusty dildo he had purchased for me and masturbate after he left for work to get some satisfaction and relief. 

Our day was off and running. My hubby was a happy camper as I kissed him goodbye, locked the door and retreated back to the bedroom before our little boy woke up. I retrieved the dildo that was supposed to be the exact size and replica of some porn star that had a 10 inch cock. Little did my husband know at that time that I was getting one about that big and little did I know that I would be getting it again and sooner than I thought. I lubed it with KY and ran the head through my open pussy lips as I sat in a wing back chair, a towel under me to catch all the fluids, my legs spread wide over the arms. I worked the large head inside while pushing my engorged clit down so it would rub on the hard latex veined shaft. I closed my eyes and imagined it was my daddy about to push his hard dick inside and split me open. 

I had just about 6 inches in when the phone rang. I cursed the bad timing while pushing a couple more inches deeper hoping they would hang up, but it kept ringing. I finally reached and picked up the receiver.

"Good morning Baby girl...are you wet and wanting something big today?" 

"God Daddy, I was just thinking about you,"I said as I pulled the fake cock almost all the way out then rammed it back in gasping loudly into the phone. 

I had to catch my breath but managed to studder, "Of...of...umph...course I'm wet for you and you know how much I want it Daddy! I always want it. (soft moan)You know I can't get enough of your big Daddy cock," I teased and moaned again still fucking myself. "I will get little Brad on over to Mama. She is expecting him anyway since I told her I was going shopping. When are you coming?" I giggled at my double meaning and wondered if he caught it. He did.

"God baby, I am about to come right now just thinking of your smoking body. I want to start with your pretty feet today...sucking each toe. Then I will move up your ankles and legs...God I am so hard right now!! Our little time together yesterday only made me want you more. I dreamed of you again last night and woke up this morning with a huge hard on that it is still straining to get out. I wish I could come right now but I have a job to get out by lunch."

"I will have everything ready for you...EVERYTHING! In fact Daddy, I am getting it ready right now as we speak!" I again moaned and teased in my sexiest voice. I could see in my mind his hard cock straining against his pants.

"Baby what are you doing...what I think you are doing? Don't cum yet Baby! Keep it hot and wet for me. I will be there as soon as I can to finish the job. Do you remember yesterday when I had you bent over in the truck? I want to fuck that little hot pussy more than once today and for a long time." I heard him gasp. I knew he was rubbing his hardening cock maybe at his desk or on the factory floor...just for me. I reluctantly pulled the latex cock from my pussy leaving a gaping hole and tried to relax and save myself for him. 

My mind wondered back to the day prior. You see, Daddy and I had just had a "quickie" the day before in his old pickup off a deserted dirt road which probably frustrated us more than satisfied our cravings because time was limited. So it had been one of those "wham bam thank you mam" type of fuckings with Daddy forcefully taking me from behind as I bent over the seat. We did not even get fully undressed. I pulled my big tits out of my bra for him to maul and pushed my tight jeans and panties down as he fished out his cock while grumbling about having to use a condom again.

"Honey, when are you going to get back on the pill? I hate these damn things!" He was rolling it over his thick shaft with one hand and fingering my pussy and anus with the other.

"Oh Daddy, I hate them too but it won't be much longer. Just get that big thing in me now...I'm so wet and ready for you. But please try to go easy this time and don't break that rubber for God's sake. I am fertile right now and I don't think having your baby would go over too well...ummmmmh...OH MY GOD!!" I gasped and grunted as I felt the spongy head splay my moist rubbery lips apart and with one long thrust it crashed into my cervix. 

I frantically grabbed for anything to hold on to as he withdrew his slick hot cock, took hold of my hips, steadied himself and rammed it back in to his balls. The exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure rushed up from my vagina across my body. I longed every waking minute and sometimes in my dreams for that rush that I got when he first plunged all 10 inches in me. It was always an " AHHHHHHHH" moment for sure.

I grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and grasped the seat belt with the other as the first orgasm began to spin out of control and rush over my entire body. My eyes were tightly shut and my mouth was opened against the old vinyl seat in an "O" as his huge balls slapped against my bubble ass cheeks making the sounds of sex even more intense. Because it was a warm day the musky delicious smell of a woman's aroused pussy being heated up traveled faster filling my nostrils each time he lifted me off the seat with a thrust.

How did this man do it? He was now in his forties but it did not show. He was so rugged, handsome and virile. No other man had ever made me lose control so fast and get so delirious in orgasms with just his cock! Usually it took foreplay but never with Daddy. He could just insert, push play and the music blasted out of control!

A second wave hit me as my throat closed and my tongue thickened in response to what was happening just a couple of feet below as he assaulted my willing cunt. I felt him stiffen and begin to grunt and groan. I felt the expansion and pulsing of his head as Daddy pumped load after load into the condom. His body slumped over mine as he remained still but firmly implanted deep. His hands roamed over any naked skin he could find, squeezing my soft flesh, pinching my hard nipples, kissing my neck and lower back. Finally, he pulled outwith a sucking sound, ripped off the loaded rubber and swung it in front of my face showing it was still intact and how much fertile seed could have been deposited in me before tossing it into some nearby bushes. I watched as it caught a limb swinging back and forth several times before coming to rest under its heavy load...there must have been several tablespoons of rich cum in it. 

"Now suck me clean Baby."

I spun around catching the last strings of his cum dripping from his spent cock while it still pulsed. It soon softened and began to bend downward in an arch. What a beautiful creation I thought as I caught the shaft by the neck and lifted it toward his stomach as another hand hefted his empty ball sack and the foreskin retracted over the curve of his helmet. The end of his dick barely touched my cheek and lips dangling back and forth spreading his rich semen over me. My tongue edged around the rim of it flicking and teasing. I looked up into my lover's clear blue eyes as I squeezed out a couple more beads of his pearly cum before swallowing. 

"I love you Daddy!"

"I love you too, Terri!" he said as he tucked his beautiful spent cock away to be used again another day.

That image still lingered in my mind as I changed the bed sheets preparing for his arrival. My thoughts went even farther back to my wedding day when my hunk of a dad gave me such a large "wedding gift" just before I walked the aisle. I could still feel his hot cum seeping out of my freshly fucked pussy puddling into my tiny white panties before trickling down my legs as I walked beside him down to my future husband. 

After that "last time" we both decided it would be the best thing to cool it for a while. It worked for one night and I was wanting my Daddy again. I moped around homesick for him. Frank did not understand what was wrong with me and of course I did not tell him. So after about one week of "honeymoon bliss", I realized I could not live another day without having my Daddy deep inside me at least on occasion...right, that was easier said than done. Once I returned home and slipped away with Daddy for a quickie, we came to the conclusion that it would be impossible to stay apart...we were in love and lust. 

We really meant to break off the affair that had started soon about the time I turned 18. Except for the week away from Daddy on the honeymoon, there was not another week that we did not find a way to make love at least four or five times. Even later when my husband, Frank and I were trying to have a child, Daddy and I fucked on a regular basis but with protection. I could not get enough of him and he of me so we became bold and careless and eventually got caught. Today would be that day!

I watched the clock waiting for his arrival. He got there earlier than I thought but Dad knew where the key was and let himself in. I heard him call my name and responded from my bed...no, our bed.

"In here Dad!!"

When he entered the bedroom all I heard was, "WOW! Baby!! Oh my god you are beautiful! I will start at the foot of the bed," he laughed as he reached for my feet.

He loved my pretty feet and toes so I had them accented with a pair of strappy CFM heels with crossed legs on the bed begging him to come closer. His shirt was coming off to reveal his muscular hairy chest and broad shoulders as he reached for the foot that was dangling across my other leg. He wasted no time to bend and kiss and lick each painted toe before kissing up the ankle and back down to my arch. His hands followed my smooth legs to the softness of my inter thighs. Dads mouth, lips and tongue ravished my feet and toes as he removed the heels with great fanfare. Each toe was thoroughly sucked sending tingles throughout my pussy.

I had chosen a simple black short negligee for the occasion without panties or bra. My wet pussy was fully exposed to his gaze and soon I felt his fingers parting my fat extended nether lips. 

"OHooooooooooooooooo god!!" I gasped when he brushed my clit. I was set on fire immediately and bucked my hips to his advance. "Eat me and fuck me Daddy... NOW!"

But he continued to worship my feet and legs making me wait and beg. Somehow he had removed the rest of his clothes and was standing close enough for me to touch his extended hanging cock. My small hand encircled the covered head twisting and pushing back the soft foreskin revealing a beautiful glans. A large bead of clear glistening pre-cum was oozing from his large slit forming a drop. I leaned over making a big deal of catching it on the tip of my tongue and swallowing before it fell to the bed while looking up at him fluttering my long eyelashes.

As my lips formed an "O" around the exposed tip and my tongue darted into the hole and under the rim of his soft skin, he expelled an "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" toward the ceiling. Immediately his cock grew larger and lurched upward almost fully erect. I had seen it grow and expand like this a thousand times but I just looked at it in wonder as if it was the first time. 

I tugged on his hard cock bringing it down closer to my mouth again. It always hurt my jaws the first time I engulfed it but with a few sucks and strokes with my hands it became easier to devour. I was now hanging off the edge of the bed going down on him as his hands ravaged my pussy and tits.

"God you are beautiful...these nipples are hard enough to poke holes in my chest little lady!"

I looked up just to flutter my eyelashes again in approval.

"You are killing me baby...I might just cum in your mouth if you keep that up," Dad managed to grunt as my teeth scraped over his bulbous head and back down a shaft coursing with thick veins. 

He dug his fingers deeper into my soaking pussy curling them up to rub my G-spot forcing the slick juices to the surface as his thumb picked up the lube and grazed over my swollen clit. My first orgasm surprised me as I tightened down on his fingers and hand with the muscles of my pussy and my legs. I released his cock from my mouth to thrash about on the bed in the first throes of orgasm. Daddy grabbed my face and covered my mouth with his own. He was a great kisser and I found peace and contentment when we kissed. Our tongues tangled and devoured as if we were starving for food. Another jolt struck deep within my pussy and my ass came off the bed moaning into his hot mouth and clutching the sheets with my fists.

"God Daddy...fuck me now...fuck your little girl with that big daddy cock. I want it so bad!" I reached for the dreaded rubber on the night stand clutching it like it was our only insurance policy for pregnancy.

"Ahhhh Baby...can't we skip it one time? I want to feel your pussy wrapped around me...please?"

"Ok, ok, I will drag just the head through my pussy lips so you can feel me skin to skin but no going deep without the damn rubber, ok? I think I probably sucked all the pre-cum out and it will be safe but as soon as I pull it out you will put this on...ok Dad?" I had the wrapper open and the rubber ready but my mind was having second thoughts...I really wanted Daddy to fuck me unprotected. I wanted him to breed me, fill me full of his fertile seed and impregnate me with his sperm.

I knew then I probably had fucked up and should have insisted but I could not stand another minute without some part of his cock buried in me even if it was just the glans. He crawled onto the bed between my legs sporting a big grin and covered me with his tight body waiting for me to take his cock and guide it inside. I took the mammoth head and drug it back and forth through my sopping gash preparing us both for the invasion. I teased and tortured him by making circles and rubbing it up over my clit, pushing it through my folds and even down to my anus. Since I had just shaved off all my pubic hair, the thick helmet passed easily between my lips making squishing and slurping noises and releasing the pungent fragrance of a woman in heat.

I closed my eyes as I fell into a pattern of masturbating using Dad's massive tool. My mind was spinning out of control when I felt him plunge past the head of his shaft.

"OH SHIT!!" I thought as the words formed in my head but only came out in a whisper as,"OH FUCK!!" which translated to Dad as "FUCK ME!!"

As the head pushed through the gate to heaven we both froze in awe at the awesome feeling that only two lovers have at that moment. My body reacted to this huge invasion as an "AHAAAAA" escaped from my lungs. I momentarily caught my breath knowing that more was to come, then I released all the air from my lungs as his cock slid about half way in before bottoming out with what felt like a thud up in my belly. I felt the first orgasm erupting without any other stimulation but Dad's cock. 

My thought process suddenly stopped and I threw all caution to the winds of fate as I locked my legs around his waist and held on for dear life. I wrapped my arms around his neck bringing my mouth to his in a passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. I had been on this trip many times before but I never knew if I would come back from it. I knew of the road that lay ahead because I had prepped myself all morning.

Daddy rode me through two more earth shattering orgasms...the kind that makes the body seem to lift from the bed and rise above the fornicating couple below. It is as if through such intense orgasm, at least with me, that I come close to death entering that tunnel of light where peace and tranquility surrounds me. The French call it "la petite mort" or the little death when usually a woman feels faint or does faint during or after an intense orgasm. Some say that it is a spiritual release or the expenditure of "life force". Doctors say it is a release of oxytocin or a lack of oxygen to the brain. Whatever happens, it does not always happen but when it does one will know that two souls have litterally become one and the spirits of love are working their magic within the hearts of both lovers. 

So it was that day in the life of a young married housewife who once again found that secret garden of eternal love with the only man that could take her there, the man that was half responsible for her very life on earth.




An Awakening



As I looked down on the naked couple below, my eyes were drawn to the sparkling wedding ring on the beautiful woman's left hand...she was married, but to whom, maybe the handsome man fucking her? I was so intoxicated with pleasure that I did not know it was me. Then something else caught my attention in the same hand. It looked so delicate, so fragile. It bounced and jiggled with the each thrust the man made into her. As her last orgasm subsided I drifted lower, the object became visible... an unused condom still partially rolled up! As my fingers touched the condom and then the diamond, the man arched his back and groaned loudly causing the woman under him to jerk away and grab the sheets sending the protection across the room. 

My floating spiritual body was re-entering the woman just in time to feel 8 or10 shots of molten thick cum full of fertile sperm splatter against my cervix sending me into another violent shaking spasm. I felt my body lift again but this time I was grinding into a hard pounding penis instead of floating above. My back arched against my lover as he still pumped more sperm into me. It was then I realized I was back under my father in a pool of wetness. I had squirted and flooded the bed but had not even noticed. The loud smacking sound seemed to bounce off the walls and ceiling as Dad continued the onslaught of pounding his prime meat into mine. The smells of sex permeated the bedroom and it suddenly seemed so hot. I felt faint again and exausted and begged Dad to rest for just a few moments so I could cool off.

As we lay on our backs under the ceiling fan catching our breath, I noticed a new addition to a flower arrangement I had made, the unused rubber. It then hit me!

"Daddy?" I slowly said.

"Yes Baby."

"Do you realize that you just unloaded about a ton of cum in me?"

"I don't think it was that much Hon," the joked.

"Dad, it is not funny," I playfully slapped his sweating chest. "What if I get pregnant by you? What if the baby is deformed? What if it looks just like you? What if..."

"Wait, wait Darlin'," he cut me off. "What is wrong with my boy looking like his old dad? Are you saying I am ugly? Besides, it was just one load! Surely you won't get pregnant with that."

I reached for his retracted cock now draped to one side of his upper leg and belly and lifted it in my hand. I always loved to play with it after he came. Cum was still leaking from the tip and some was hiding under the foreskin. I pulled the hood away to reveal the slick head. I began to stroke him softly making the entire glans disappear back into the smooth skin and producing a clicking sound. 

"Daddy my dear, it is a thousand wonders that I did not get pregnant that first time with you and many more times since. We have been lucky so far but this time I just feel like it might be the one time. I would love to have your baby but only if I healthy and is a boy and looks just like you...all over!!" I cooed as I felt of his soft balls and pulled on his cock. I wanted more and was quickly recovering from my "out of this world experience". I leaned over his flat belly letting my hanging tits drag across his chest as my mouth found his cock head. I nibbled on the tip tasting his cum and my pussy. I licked and tongued around the sleeping giant willing it to return to it's full potential. My mouth soon engulfed the soft but hardening shaft till my nose touched his pubes.

I then swung my legs over his and sat astride his now erect member as it throbbed over his stomach. As my swollen pussy rubbed up and down his cock it once again began to pulse in anticipation of what was about to happen again, I felt a blob of his cum push out and smear onto his shaft and balls.

"There is some of your huge deposit Daddy...how does it feel on your big cock?"

"Do you want another load of Daddy's seed baby girl?"

"What will it hurt at this point?" I returned as I took his cock and guided it into my wanting pussy. I rode Daddy for as long as I could, through a few more orgasms but he was holding out and fucking me back. I don't know how long I rode him but at some point he flipped me over on the bed and entered me from behind...one of my favorite positions. He could have fucked my ass and I would have loved it but his intent was to fuck my pussy till it was raw I think. I remember him slapping my ass and my tits swaying and jiggling with each thrust. I remember grabbing and tearing at the sheets as he relentlessly pounded me into the bed. 

It was about this time that I felt a presence...maybe a smell or a feeling, maybe a puff of air as if a door opened, something changed but I was too occupied to stop or take notice. I now know it was when my husband opened the bedroom door to see his wife getting her brains fucked out by her own dad. He witnessed my ass up in the air and Daddy reaming me out. He saw first hand his big cock plowing into his wife's pussy. He smelled the sex in the room. He heard me screaming for Daddy to fuck me harder and that his cock was the biggest and best I had ever had, yet he enjoyed it and came while witnessing this show. He bowed out and retreated when Daddy said he had to go. He acted like all was fine when he came home and wanted to fuck me.

I was still full of my Daddy's cum. The sheets and bed were still soaked with out love juices. My pussy was red and raw. My makeup and lipstick was smeared as was my hair. The bedroom smelled of fucking and cum. How could he want me now? He had to know something was wrong that someone else, another man had just fucked me. He opened up and told me what he saw, smelled and how he had cum all over himself. We cried, we fucked, we kissed, we loved, we made things right. It took time but love overcomes.

These were the days when if we found something broken, we fixed it instead of throwing it away and getting a new one.

More to come,

Terri.



An Awakening



She came home from work and set down her bag. The routine is the same every day: up at four to swim and then to open the diner, home by four to shower and flop on the couch to either watch tv or sleep. Lina clicked on the tv and headed back for a shower. She came out, toweling herself off and started up some spaghetti, because noodles are cheap and so is ground beef. She's saving up to buy an apartment in one of the habs, where all her old highschool friends seem to have ended up, but it's such a distant goal that Lina feels herself losing sight little by little, burdened with bills and loneliness.

 Spaghetti in, beef in (synthetic but you can't really tell), sauce... she stands there, naked with her towel draped over her shoulders and thinks of the wine she picked up on the way home. It will go good with the chocolate she has stashed away. Damn, she thinks. I need friends.

 She knows she isn't bad looking, and there's a guy at the diner who obviously likes her, but she doesn't really care much for him, a motorcycles and raucous parties type. Carrying her hot s'ghetti to the couch she cast an appraising eye at her hall mirror.

 Shoulder-length raven hair, pale skin, smallish, round C-cup tits with pointy pink nipples and the perfect, round butt one could only get from exercising it. She should be married to some banker-type, but she was always too shy and scared away boys throughout high school and college with her slightly desperate demeanor. Right as she sat on the couch she remembered her wine and stood back up. 

Dammit,she thought to herself. I should have brought that in with me.

 She stood there a moment in front of her tv, thinking about whether or not she wanted to run out to her car.

Fuck it, she thought and shrugged as she pulled out a heavy coat. Lina considered pulling on pants or something. It's 2090, she reasoned. Clothes are going out of style anyhow.

 Boldly, Lina strode out to get her wine, proud to have joined the trendier kids without fighting the inexorable march of fashion trends. It was cold, but it wasn't yet so cold as to be uncomfortable for a few minutes.

 Yanking open her car door Lina realized she was a bit nervous about this decision after all and forced herself to calm down. Everyone's doing it, she reasoned, and thrashed through the messy car to victoriously pull out a wine box. She smiled to herself as she reversed from the driver's seat, her coat bunching up around her shoulders, to place the wine on the roof of the car.

 She was thinking gratefully about how nobody slammed a door while she was out here, and she closed her own car door as softly as she could. Snagging her wine box from the car top, she turned around and came face-to-face with her neighbor.

 Time ticked by for a couple of seconds while her cheeks heated up. Her coat suddenly felt less adequate than it did when she was still inside. Was he going to rape her? He looked away, towards his front door and she noticed his cheeks were red, too. He mumbled, "'Scuse me, sorry" and went into his house. She stood there a moment, wondering if he was embarrassed too, when his car suddenly beeped and Lina nearly jumped out of her beautiful skin.

Damn idiot! She mentally berated herself on the way inside, tugging her coat down to cover herself more.




 Over the next couple of months she thought more and more about the guy in the parking lot. He was kinda cute. He was modest. She took more care with her appearance and looked for him at every opportunity, even making pointless trips to her car in hopes of seeing him, albeit fully clothed this time. Winter turned into spring and slowly her interest faded when she failed to see him again. She began to reason he had moved away and turned her attentions elsewhere.

 One late, rainy night in mid-April Lina really needed to go to the bank ATM, well after curfew. It was only a couple blocks away and she debated whether to take her car or not. She decided against, on the off-chance she got pulled over. There was a route through a park and there wouldn't be any beatcops walking in this weather, not in a safe neighborhood like this. She grabbed her bag and decided to be bold, once again. 

 Lina had an acquaintance from the diner she'd been going to the mall with named Fern. Fern was bold and tried all the newest fashions which included not including various important pieces of clothing. The first time Fern picked Lina up, she was naked from her ribs to her ankles. Lina had initially protested against such attire, but Fern eventually wore her down and the last time they went to the mall, Lina wore a half-chest top exposing her left breast. It had been rather thrilling and she liked the way boys and men pretended not to notice her breast. Or just stared outright. This night, Lina would go to the ATM wearing only her tennis shoes and mini-backpack.

The rain is so heavy, I'd be soaked and have to change anyhow. This way I'll just towel off and be done with it, and anyway, Fern will be thrilled if I go out naked, soon. This is a rehearsal!

 With that line of reasoning, she cautiously peeked out the door and nervously fiddled with her clitoris chains. She didn't want to be seen, and yet she did, partly because of her new jewelry. Fern had convinced her to get a belly button chain like the mall girls and a cute little gold triple-chain clitoral hood piercing came free with it. As long as there were no cops... Or old ladies... Lina stepped out into the rain with her head high, breasts thrust forward and false confidence in her steps.

It's far less than we walked at the mall, and many girls there were more provocatively naked than me.

 Lina reassured and reasoned herself all the way to the ATM without incident, a lone and pale figure striding through the rain, feeling her heavy gold chain swinging at her crotch. By the time she had her card out, she had become fully turned on and excited by her bravado. She swiped her card and held it in her crotch with a naughty grin, knowing she was on a camera. She deposited her check and retrieved the card from her thighs to swipe it again for a withdrawal. This time she stored it between the lips of her vagina, liking how it stuck there and stayed. She spread her lithe legs apart to test the hold, and found it stayed pretty well, held by the water on her soft skin.

 She completed the withdrawal and left for home, thrilled with her outing and hugely amused that her bank card stayed where it was, safe between the lips of her labia. As she strode Lina playfully swiped the card through her vertical smile and slipped fingers inside. She soon put the card in her pack and toyed herself as she walked, the way girls at the mall absently fingered themselves as they chatted. 

 By the time she rounded the corner of her apartment building, she was masturbating and walking. She walked into the guy from last winter, six knuckles deep in her dripping pussy, pinching her left nipple and groaning softly.

 "Whoa!" He said, and then looked straight at her hand buried in her vagina. His gaze snapped back up to her face and then off to the left as he blushed furiously.

 She let out a small scream when she saw him and whipped her hand free of her moist pussy, grateful the rain running down her naked body hid how juicy her crotch was. She was horrified, devoid of rational thought and wishing furiously she hadn't done this at all.

 Until he looked back with a slight grin and said, "I could help you with that, you know."

 Lina wasn't sure if she was excited or embarrassed that he had seen her arousal. While she stood there trying to decide, he smoothly stepped forward and ran a finger over her clit. The pleasure was undeniable and she shuddered, putting her hand on his arm. He took it as an invitation and slid two fingers into her, guiding her face to his with his free hand behind her neck and kissing her deeply.

 She thought, This will only turn out badly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she clasped her hands behind his neck and kissed him fiercely, rolling her bare hips with the motions of his hand. She groaned softly across his cheek. He moved his hand from behind her neck and reached down to tweak and pinch her clitoris as his other hand churned inside of her, sliding in and out of her. They stood there in the rain for a few minutes, the neighbor quietly fingering her vagina and Lina rolling her pelvis and grunting softly as she kissed him.

 When Lina's knees weakened, he moved his hands up to her firm breasts and he gave her one last kiss before sliding down to put his face between her thighs. He nuzzled her pussy, sliding his nose through the golden chains that hung from her crotch before he tilted his head back and looked up at her as his tongue licked up and down her slit.

 He moved his hands from her breasts to roughly grasp her bare ass cheeks, pulling her naked hips into his face as she stood on the sidewalk in the parking lot and she gasped. She looked down at him then, holding his hair as he sucked on her smooth mound and licked deep inside, and saw his bright blue eyes looking back, twinkling mischievously. She smiled and giggled a naughty giggle.

 Just as she wondered if he liked her shaved pussy, he stuck his tongue inside of her, finding her G-spot, and loudly she gasped, "OH!" Lina clapped her hand over her mouth and he stopped for a second as she looked down, wide-eyed. Her neighbor smiled and chuckled between her thighs. He slapped her bare butt and dug in again with his tongue. His hands shook her wet ass vigorously, sometimes sliding a finger dangerously deep in her crack. She slipped her backpack off. In seconds she was moaning again as his two fingers worked inside of her and he sucked the front of her pussy. He made loud smacking sounds and she began to roll her hips again, her knees weak and trembling. She twined her fingers deeper into his short brown hair and he changed tactics, moving his tongue into her vagina once more. Lina rubbed her clitoris on his nose as his tongue sought out her G-spot, groaning in sexual ecstasy as he spread and shook her ass cheeks in the parking lot. She loved being naked in public! Suddenly he pulled away.

 Confused and slightly upset, she looked down as he stood up from her crotch. He took her hand and said, "Follow me," with that twinkle in his eyes. He led her to a wall next to somebody's front door and had her put her hands there.

 "They'll hear us!" she whispered shrilly.

 He looked around the vast parking lot and pointed out the obvious, "There are hundreds of apartments here. They won't know who you are, and they won't care either."

 "But-" and then he had his hand in her warm vagina again. "Nnnggg..." she grunted softly as his fingers worked inside of her, his left hand cupping her left breast. He pinched her nipple and kissed her neck, and she felt like a goddess as she arched her naked body in the rain.

 Lina tried staying quiet but he soon fingered her so wildly that his hand lifted her heels high off the pavement and her bare butt cheeks bounced and jiggled in the rain as she Ohhhhh'd shakily, loudly. His breath was warm on her neck and she felt it mingle with the same gusts of rainy wind that tugged at her swinging vagina jewelry and swept water between her naked lips, down her thighs. She turned to kiss him, this man with his hand between her legs. He alternated slow, smooth penetration with rough and wild ass-shaking jerks as her pussy spasmed around his fingers. Up-and-down her heels hopped on the pavement as he lifted her by her pussy and shook. Her naked butt cheeks clapped together and she gasped a giggle. And then he stopped. Just as she looked back, confused again, he-

 Wrapped his arms around her thighs and buried his face in her ass. His tongue moved up and down between her labia, in and out of her hot vagina, across her clitoris. Sometimes he shook his head and she jiggled from her ass cheeks through her thighs, breasts bouncing in the wind. Lina gasped and moaned in the rain, pushing her shoulders down lower and lifting her bare ass higher.

 It struck her, then, the situation she was in, and she laughed. She stood stark naked in a public parking lot in the rain, hands on a wall and long, lithe legs splayed wide, laughing and having oral sex with a neighbor she didn't know. As he shook her perfect, round butt again she thought of how anyone might chance to look out of any of the hundreds of windows visible to her. The more she thought of it, the more she yearned for someone to see her wet, naked ass bouncing in the night. 

 "Oh my god! Yes! Yes!" she squealed, almost-quiet. He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb, tonguing deeper, deeper into her as if he could lick an orgasm out of her pussy. She felt his nose hard against the inside of her right ass cheek and his hand roughly grasped her left thigh.

 Lina threw her head back, flipping her short black hair onto her bare, arched back as she reveled in the sensation of the rain rolling in rivulets down her spine between her shoulder blades and around her naked hips to drip from her smooth, flat belly. She loved when he shook his head in her butt cheeks and made her golden chains dance between her legs, tickling her clitoris, even has her bouncy naked ass shook the rain off. She laughed and laid her face against the wet brick and felt the water falling on her back, on her round ass, washing her sweat away along her labia where he worked and down her naked thighs, in front of all those windows.

 He rubbed his palm on her belly from her clitoris chain to her belly button chain and back again, running the jewelry between his fingers. He liked her sexy jewelry! He wiggled her pussy chain and then shook his head roughly while sucking her pussy, shaking her bare ass. She climaxed.

 Lina cried out and arched her back as the orgasm came. She felt the jets of cum gush out around his tongue and run down the inside of her quivering, naked thighs, down past her knees. She rolled her hips on his face as he pulled her even tighter against him, quivering and cumming in squirts onto his face.

 He let go of her then with strings of cream stretching from his mouth to her crotch as she sank to her knees, hand on her slick pussy and gasping for air with her right cheek against the rough, cool bricks. She felt his hand on her left shoulder and opened her eyes to see him smiling at her. She smiled back and giggled.

 "So I guess-" Suddenly he stopped and looked over her shoulder. Lina gasped and snapped her head around to see a boy around twelve years old staring at them ten feet away. Her neighbor took his hand away and she heard him go, 'Shhh', and looked back to see him give a knowing smile. The boy grinned and ran toward the stairs.

 "Somebody saw us!" she whispered, shrill again. She was suddenly very aware of how naked she was, her hand on her pulsating labia.

 He grinned and said, "You're a real prude for a girl who walks around naked in the rain."

 She blushed and stood up to set him straight, but then blushed again when she saw that her golden chains danced at eye-level to him now. She turned around, pouty, and realized that wasn't much different with her bare bottom in his face, so she gave up trying to be indignant while naked before all the world.

 She looked over her shoulder and asked, "Do you like what you see?"

 "I suppose," he replied, eyes moving across the curvature of her lower cheeks, up the cleft of her buttocks to the top.

 She giggled and jiggled her ass for him. He said looked up grinning, and said, "I'm Stefan, by the way," and pushed his fingers between her thighs to tap her golden chains at the front.

 She giggled again and spun around to grasp his wrist. She bent down to eye-level and told him, "I'm Lina," with her most provocative smile. She saw his eyes roving from her eyes to her hanging breasts, so she kissed him long and slow

 Once again she felt the wind push from behind her, washing water across her ass and around her thighs. She felt a rivulet from her clitoris chain running down her leg; she reveled in the streams running from her back around her ribs to drip steadily off of her loose breasts to the pavement. As she kissed him, Lina felt so gloriously exposed that she wondered why she hadn't done this before, this new nudity fashion.

 She stood up slowly and put her hands on her waist, striking a coquettish pose with her naked hips cocked and thrust forward, feeling the wind unstick her pussy chains from her inner thigh to swing the weight back and forth. The chains tickled her clitoris invitingly as they swung at eye-level for Stefan. 

 Stefan looked at her appraisingly and said, "You're beautiful, you know."

 She turned away shyly. She had never been told that and felt flattered. Lina had no patience for false modesty, so she said nothing and just smiled at the empty parking lot.

 She heard him stand up behind her and put his arms around her shoulders, clasping his hands on her slick belly.

 Stefan asked, "Wanna go get warm inside?"




Two weeks and three fucks later, Stefan asked if she'd come with him to see his very elderly grandmother. Lina obviously said yes. So, on a lazy Friday afternoon they took off on a subway, both with a free weekend and very little luggage. Things heated up very quickly.

 Lina wore a modest but low-cut V-neck white blouse and a fairly immodest short, brown skirt with her new favorite three-inch black heels. Stefan had specifically requested her five-strand necklace, and she didn't even think to put it around her neck. His very specific request made her wonder in later days at his motives before they had even gotten on the train, although she wouldn't have refused had she known the end of the story.

 In keeping with her newfound sexual liberation, Lina opted to wear nothing beneath the clothes. No panties, no bra. WYSIWYG, in every sense. All of the excitement started when she noticed her pert nipples standing out in her shirt, and the obvious, lumpy elation of a tall man at the ticket booth. Being seen excited her, and she was eager to be seen more.

 As they stood on the platform, Stefan slipped a thumb under the hem of her skirt and cupped her chilly butt cheek. She looked at him equal parts alarmed and excited. When he looked at her out of the corner of his eye, she knew what he intended and she played along completely.

 Lina shifted position frequently to make her bare cheeks jiggle for his hand and even plotted how to get the skirt to ride up indecently high to revel in the chill breezes of the underground. She set her bag on the floor and crouched as if to rummage in it, producing her cell phone to fake-text nonexistent friends. Judging by the tickle on her backside, the hem of her skirt rode just below the curvature of her bare bottom. She shifted and tapped her heel all the more, as Stefan became emboldened and gently shook a cheek. Oh, she felt fabulous.

 As the train rushed up to the station it pushed a blast of air that brushed coolly against her exposed pussy and sent a thrill into her belly, just below her navel. In anticipation of more such stimulation, she folded the front of her waistband up a bit to shorten the skirt there, checking her reflection to see if it was visible or not. It wasn't quite visible, but she showed nearly all of her silky smooth thighs and most of the golden pussy-chain. The sight of her near-exposure aroused her

 The very last car was packed, standing room only, so they grabbed straps towards the back of the car and rode towards their next stop on the way to the suburbs.




An Awakening



As they claimed their straps, Stefan lifted her skirt-hem, slipped his hand deep into her crack, massaging and kneaded her left cheek, brushing her anus with his knuckles. Lina grabbed the strap with her other hand and leaned forward a bit to allow easier access. In college, she had once had sex with a boy who slipped a finger in her back door and she remembered enjoying it immensely, but was too shy to ask for it ever again. Today she asked for it with her whole body.

 He got the message and rubbed in a circle around the starfish, teasing her and making her cleft hot and sweaty. She grinned stupidly at the back of a man's plaid shirt for a moment before wiping the incongruous emotion off her face, struggling to maintain control. Instead of just going to brown town, he adopted the classic bowling ball grip: two in the pink, one in the stink, with his index and pinky pushing her labia together.

 The clatter of the train probably hid her small gasp as his fingers penetrated her pussy and butt, at least she hoped and believed so, gauging the passengers' non-reactions. Emboldened by hiding in plain sight, she reached back and slid the back of her skirt up high over her ass, baring it for the enjoyment of Stefan. Chill breezes washed over her naked cheeks and she felt her face flush as she closed her eyes.

 The train and her boyfriend both conspired together to make her naked ass bounce and jiggle constantly, which shook the delightful jewelry hanging from the front, tickling her bean and sending her ever-higher towards climax. After her anus relaxed he began to shake and penetrate vigorously, making it difficult to hide the action at the back of the train. She felt her breasts bounce in her tight shirt and the strap above her squeaked as the shirt stimulated her very hard nipples. Looking down, she could see her brown areolae through the fabric stretched taught across her round tits. What a slattern she was, with her visible nipples and short skirt!

 She suppressed a giggle as she smiled back into Stefan's shining eyes. He leaned forward to kiss her as he wriggled his thumb inside her ass to made her naked cheeks shake and her golden chain dance. She felt the hem of her shirt ride up over her belly button as his hot breath washed across her face. Lina felt his fingers search vainly for her G-spot, probing ever deeper along her front wall.

 Juices flowed freely and Stefan increased the pace, causing her to spasm and roll her hips forward. She nearly came! Accidentally, Stefan's fingers slipped out of her pussy, letting the juices they held back dribble down her leg and into the front of her skirt. She didn't know her skirt was compromised and pitched her bare ass out from her skirt again, eager for Stefan's sexual ministrations.

 The train hit a few hard bumps as Stefan returned his fingers to their warm confines, and she experienced a momentary surge of heat in her belly as she felt her naked butt cheeks clap few times. The general vibration of the ride -both Stefan's ride and the train's- kept up the tempo of her jiggling ass.

 A few more times they either went around sharp curves or over harsh bumps that caused Stefan to slip from her anus and slit, each time soaking the front of her skirt in copious amounts of pussy juice. Lina noticed on the fourth sharp corner that there was dampness and she looked down. In horror, she registered that the front of her brown skirt was nearly black, all the way across and halfway up to the waistband. She had no idea she could produce that much! She abruptly spun around and whispered the situation to Stefan.

 Stefan suppressed a full out laugh. He whispered, "Who cares! It's 2090 and the nudity taboo is breaking! I like your conservativism but you can take advantage of the rest of the world's progressive views! Just slip the skirt off and it will be dry by the time we get to the last stop, and then we can buy a new skirt that doesn't smell like sex. Alright?"

 Lina became very horny at the thought of riding naked in a train full of passengers and unbuttoned her skirt tentatively a moment later. The sensation of the skirt leaving her bare was thrilling and she looked back at Stefan nervously, excitedly. He grinned and popped his eyebrows up as he stuffed her wet and very naked pussy with three -three!- fingers. Grunting, Lina grasped the strap with both hands, turning so the plaid-shirt was to her left (for more room) and pushing her shoulders down so her nakedness stuck out more prominently.

 She felt her clitoris chain swing like a heavy pendulum at her bare crotch with the motion of the car and the air-conditioned breezes wash over her from her shirt-hem to her ankles, amplifying the sensation of her nudity. And then Stefan remembered what she liked.

 He began to pump strongly, lifting her off her heels and making her butt cheeks jiggle. Her drooling slot made slurping noises and she realized Stefan was showing her off, causing her naked ass to shake for all who would see. She giggled aloud. Oh, the memory of that night in the rain! How she silently begged to be seen, feeling like a goddess in the night! And now she was right next to the people she wanted to be seen by. This was sexual liberation. She felt the jerky tugs of her golden chain in her crotch, right above her clitoris, and she began to breathe heavily as passengers turned to look at the strange noises.

 She felt her bouncy naked ass in exquisite detail with the sweat cooling in her crack and on her cheeks. As they roared down an endless black tunnel bright fluorescent lights passed by her closed eyelids and she became lost in the sex, feeling the mounting orgasm strive to break free right there on the train. Stefan pumped harder, numbing the sensitive nerves in her vagina, jiggling her bare, sweaty ass and shining pussy in the air-conditioned breezes. 

 Lina arched her beautiful body and moaned loudly as she reveled in the orgasm when it came. Her thighs quivered as she spasmed and rolled her naked hips, audibly squirting cum onto the floor, heard even over the noisy train. She vaguely felt the hot cream slowly ride down her bare legs as Stefan continued pumping in her gushing pussy, noticed nothing as passengers hurriedly left the car.

 Her knees almost buckled and she felt Stefan's arm hook under her pelvis to keep her upright, still slowly churning his other hand in her pussy and making her teasing chain swing exquisitely between glistening thighs. Gently he let her sink down as she looked back, noticing how his hand shone with the wetness from her sex.

 The car pulled into its first station as she observed the near-emptiness of the car, prudes having moved to less-taboo places. A few younger types and one older lady sat at the far end, watching the show avidly, the old lady grinning slightly, and the small audience gave Lina courage.

 People left the cars more forward to return home from work, some shooting dirty glares through yellowed ancient windows at Lina and her man, but she didn't care. They would return home and talk scandalously to their wives or husbands and that would be the extent of it. Lina knelt on the floor and kissed Stefan, smelling her musky snatch on his hand. They kissed tenderly while he let her recharge, waiting to continue to higher climaxes.

 A few people got into the cars ahead, none in the last car. Some cast curious or angry looks back but none joined, and the car pulled out from the station. Stefan flipped her wet skirt onto an adjacent seat and lifted her by the elbow to help her stand. Then he pushed Lina against the back wall, facing the middle of the car, and knelt before her. She made eye contact with the now-smiling old woman, while Stefan parted her thighs and moved in.

 He started at the base of her naked pussy with his tongue and moved forward, gathering her sopping juices and smearing them across his face and her groin before the voyeurs. He made gentle, irregular circles over her excited clitoris and she broke eye-contact with her audience, swept up by the moment. He slid his tongue to her hole and began to slurp noisily at the cream between her thighs, directly attacking the pearl at the top of her pussy. His hands grasped her naked bottom strongly and pulled her luscious cheeks apart, pushing her backward into the cold metal wall. The chill of the metal against her forbidden erogenous region added to the coupling of his face on her hot mons brought her to a sudden, early release and she gushed a small but powerful torrent before the audience. Her eyes popped open for this second climax and she saw her cum spurt past Stefan's ear to land on the floor in a pearlescent drop of love. She looked at the people before her and some nodded or smiled appreciatively as she felt Stefan's tongue lick her drooling pussy.

 Stefan remained in place and gathered her dripping cream into his mouth from between the folds of her flushed labia. He slurped and sucked slowly, keeping eye contact as she sighed and quivered against his face. Eventually he stood as she calmed and dried his face on a sleeve. He took her hand and sat her soaked bottom in his lap by a window as the other passengers took out phones or books or laptops.

 "Was it good?" he muttered in her ear.

 "Ohhh, it was so good," she replied breathily.

 He rocked her for a time and they sat silently. She basked in the post-coital glow and thought up more exciting sex adventures they could have in the future.

 After a time, he asked, "Was it enough?" His voice was full of promise and hope.

 She giggled and told him it was never enough.

 Lina stood and went to look at herself in the dark glass on the back door. She saw her shoulder-length black locks standing in disarray and smoothed them. She roved her eyes across her body and bunched up her sweat-stained cotton top over her firm breasts. Her sopping pussy turned her on, with its golden chain dancing to the bump and judder of the train, framed by pale, naked, wet thighs. The passengers behind her were paying attention again, and she caught their gaze in the reflection, reaching up to caress an exposed breast while holding the strap for balance.

 She cupped a jiggling bare cheek at the crease, teasing her anus with a finger as she recalled earlier exploits by Stefan. A wetness covered her bottom, juices from her first adventure having been thrown by Stefan's frantic ministrations and left to cool on her goosebumpy cheeks. Lina bent forward, examining herself in the dark glass as she drew her hand into her dribbling crotch to flick her bean once, twice. A soft groan escaped her lips.

 Lina loved feeling an orgasm, as all people should. She liked sharing with Stefan, having sex for hours on end, stopping just before climax over and over until the pressure built inside and neither one could wait any longer. She loved sex, but she really preferred performance. There was something visceral about being seen as she cummed that took her away, sent her on a journey into places she couldn't remember when the glow faded. She liked to be appreciated by her lover and envied by watchers, and she was only just beginning to learn it. Her first lesson was in the rain that dark night, when that lucky kid saw Stefan service her, and she had an extensive lab today. She would show the world why skin was 'in'.

 Stefan came up to caress her soft and naked ass aimed at the voyeurs in the front of the car. He ran his hands up her hips and to her breasts, his hard shaft pressing one of her cheeks as he leaned forward to play with her hard nipples. Lurches in the train's headlong journey pushed them harder together briefly as he laid across her back and she fingered herself. Then his presence vanished and she heard shuffling behind her.

 "Oh!" she whimpered softly and removed her hand when she felt his mouth breathe over her cunt. He sat down beneath her in the triangle made by her spread legs and sucked on her moistness at an angle she imagined all could surely see. His tongue darted up and down the length of her slit, sometimes poking a short way inside to tease out more of the flowing juices. Lina whimpered and grunted as she tweaked a hard, sensitive nipple.

 Stefan's free hand slid slowly, tortuously up her finely-shaped calf as he lapped the cream visible in her bare pussy. He felt the muscle from all sides before he moved further up, caressing her quivering thigh, inside and outside. With her eyes closed, Lina was exquisitely aware of his fingers as he roved further up, feeling out the curve of her bare bottom, slick with cooling sweat and juices and cum. Her ass cheek played out an uneven rhythm against his fingertips as the train juddered along, accentuating the feeling of nakedness in her mind. 

 Lina imagined what the others saw, her lithe legs spread wide with her man's face buried in the mons pubis below her belly, tongue pushing aside the shining wet folds of her pussy to lap up more of the sticky fluids. She felt his nose pushing into her clitoris, nuzzling it gently back-and-forth, tugging on the gold chain adorning her naked sex. Butt cheeks jiggled above this to the irregular rhythm of the train, glistening with the cum of her last orgasm. She bit her lower lip as she listened to his slurping sounds as his hand grasped and wiggled her perky bottom, sometimes exposing her flower.

 A sharp gasp sounded when his middle finger poked in and she felt her muscles close, grasping his finger spasmodically. Lubricated by a great deal of her own cum, he pistoned in and out of her anus, slowly at first but gaining speed. She laughed a breathless laugh as she heard the dual sounds of her creamy vagina being slurped and her sloppy-wet butthole being penetrated. Dirty arousal spread in her, eliciting more gasping laughs as her twitching anus gripped his finger uncontrollably and his tongue spread her cooling cum around her groin.

 Lina glanced between her knees to watch his tongue lap across her golden chain and when it disappeared, she felt it slide around her wet labia. A naughty giggle erupted when he inserted a second finger into her anus, pushing forward and deeper. His index and pinky fingers straddled her flower, separating her bare cheeks as the other two digits probed her depths and his thumb massaged the back of her pussy sending thrills through her abdomen.

 Twitches in her pussy told him that her orgasm was nigh, and her moved his hand from the floor to push up on her belly as she jetted strings of thick cum onto the floor and down his front. He fingered her butt faster and her hips jerked as the spurting cream landed with loud plops on the floor of the car. She cried out his name as her toes curled in the black heels and she clawed the glass of the train car.

 The orgasm peaked when her moved his thumb into her gushing vagina, increasing the backpressure of her squirts. As she had been crying Stefan's name, the train's doors opened and people on the platform looked in curiously at the rare spectacle of a naked girl bent over firing shots of thick cum across a train car, but she noticed nothing until her orgasmed slowed and the doors dinged closed. The car was heavy with the musky smell of Lina's cum, white drops adorning the floor for a few feet behind her shining bare butt.

 Stefan got up to stretch and wipe his face. Lina stayed put, gasping with her forehead on the wall as she felt her cream fall from her cunt in long strings to the floor. She noted the growing vibrations in her naked ass as the train sped up towards its final stop. She stood upright and admired herself in the mirror for awhile, caressing her breasts and enjoying the way her cream linked her drooling pussy to the train-car floor in glistening strands between her spread legs. Lina watched the connection break as she slinkily moved her lithe, naked body towards Stefan.

 She bent over and gave him a long, sensual kiss as the train slowed for their stop. On their way out she noticed some of the younger men had damp spots on their pants from her performance. She giggled and waved her fingers at them sexily before tugging her blouse down over her breasts and exiting the car. She left her nearly-dry skirt behind.

 They held hands while she sashayed her bare hips on their way through the station. She caught her reflection in panes of glass, enjoying how she was almost completely covered in her own cum from her naked hips to her calves. Her bare butt bounced and her exposed, pulsing labia made sticky sounds as they passed passerby after astonished passerby She increased the slinky, sexy motions in her stride, stretching her long legs a little further and landing on her heels a little harder to make her fantastic ass bounce, to make the gold chain dance beneath her naked pussy as they left the subway and walked down the daylit street above.



An Awakening Ch. 01



Chapter 01: Angelique

I plan to add further scenes to this first one. As yet I only have an amorphous idea of where it is going to go. There is the obvious route of the mother's seduction, but also I may include Angelique's husband in some capacity. I really haven't decided yet.

Thank you to ProofreadManx for the suggestions and edit. Some suggestions I've taken, others I've let slip. Any errors in this scene are entirely mine. I hope this is enjoyed by you, the reader.

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If a house has stood for over three hundred years it is sure to hold secrets; and of course, having no voice, its secrets will remain uncovered as the generations pass and living memory fades. Just such a place exists in anonymous, serene silence, hidden from view, surrounded by trees, and ever ready to accept yet another example of humanity's secrets.

As the spring dawn broke with its promise of warm sunshine and a cloudless blue sky, Lawrence looked out from his bedroom window and again felt the sweet rush of his homecoming. The rigours of university life over the preceding three months had taken their toll on the young man. The constant demands of course work and his recent rise to captaincy of the rugby team were unrelenting, but it wasn't until this very morning that Lawrence realised fully just how heavy his work load had been. The view from his window of the flat, green lawn and well kept gardens, known to him since his earliest memory, offered him a sense of familiar permanence and security. To be home, again, in Cambridgeshire on such a morning, and with the day's promise laid out before him, made Lawrence eager for the free outdoors. Even though his family employed two groundsmen to keep the lawns and gardens tidy, Lawrence had always loved to work outside, especially on days such as this, and he became enthusiastic to take on some hard, physical work. 

So it was that an hour later that Lawrence was to be seen helping Joseph, one of the groundsmen carry cords of wood to the storehouse at the side of the manor. Joseph, a young fellow only a year or two older than Lawrence, would build tidy piles of logs outside the large shed next to the senior groundsman's workshop, from where Lawrence would collect them. His route took him under his widowed mother's second story bedroom window, and it was at this point on his final shuttle, that his mother threw open the curtains and was framed by the sash. Lawrence halted, his eyes, drawn by the movement, flicked upwards. At first he couldn't comprehend what he was seeing, but then the shock hit him, like he'd been doused with ice cold water when he realised his mother was naked. The shock was quickly replaced by a hot flush of embarrassment, but for some reason Lawrence couldn't move from his position, and what was worse, he couldn't drag his gaze from his mother's nudity. He knew he should avert his eyes, propriety demanded it, just as he knew he should move from the spot below his mother's bedroom, but he was powerless to do so.

Lawrence had never contemplated his mother's femininity before, and why should he? She was his mother, her sexuality was none of his concern, but to see her as she was, bordered by the wooden window with the thick green of the ivy softening the edges, he felt the illicit image of his mother's mature ripeness pound his senses.

His breath caught in his throat while his penis stirred and thickened in an involuntary reaction as his brain captured every exquisite, forbidden, physical detail of the figure so visible in the upstairs window.

Of Italian descent, his mother's near flawless skin was a light, golden brown. Her hair, tousled by sleep, fell to her shoulders in fine waves. Despite her being beyond forty, her breasts were round and proportioned, tipped by the dark coins of her areola with small nipples like small pebbles. The shape of everything revealed so candidly captivated him completely. Certainly no longer a slip of a girl, his mother's figure remained shapely and showed little sign of her mature years.Her narrow waist flared to agreeably wide hips, and Lawrence could just see the tops of her firm, athletic thighs, but the contemptible wall obscured his view of her knees and calves. Lawrence's gaze moved to the hypnotic vision of his mother's pubic bush. He had a sudden spark of taboo eroticism as he imagined her vulva. How would she taste? What would she look like spread across her bed, her legs wide in surrender, the pink core of her body exposed? Then he looked up to his mother's face and saw her eyes.

She was looking right back at him, staring at him in fact. Their eyes met and just for a moment, a sliver of time so fleeting that afterwards Lawrence couldn't decide if he'd imagined it or if it was real. He thought he saw her smirk slightly while striking a pose, her hip tilted to one side as the thigh pushed forwards, and in the next instant she was gone.

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The river Cam is a familiar feature to those passing through the city of Cambridge as either under graduate or as one of the city's many visitors. It is particularly pleasant to stroll along its banks on warm, English summer evenings, especially if a young man fancies showcasing a pretty girl on his arm. The atmosphere lends itself naturally to romance, and on that evening, in 1937, many courting couples could be seen by any casual observer sitting on the benches outside The Oarsman public house. Many carefree pairs were taking a stroll that evening, making the most of England's quirky early-summer sunshine. There was one particular couple, however, where the young man was anything but carefree, and the pretty girl with him wasn't his girlfriend or even fiancé. She was his sister.

Lawrence and Angelique had always been close. As children, with Angelique being two years his senior, Lawrence had sought the girl out whenever he was troubled or needed answers to his myriad childhood questions. For her part, Angelique had loved the role of guardian and confidant, and in recent years she had been privy to her brother's burgeoning sexual awakening and his subsequent experiences. It seemed entirely natural to Lawrence that he should seek guidance on these matters from his sister. Their close childhood meant that he felt completely open and at ease sharing his thoughts, feelings, and emotions with Angelique, and it was this morning's revelations that he was telling her about as they walked along the tow-path towards Angelique's town house.

'Our mother? You saw Mama nude?' The broad smile on the girl's face showed amusement. 'Oh, poor Larry,' she smirked, 'whatever's the matter with that?' Angelique hooked her arm through her brother's and laughed at his worried face. 'Do you not think it was an accident?' Then her face turned sly as she continued: 'Or do you think she openly flaunted herself at you?'

Lawrence stopped and turned to his sister. 'I'm really not sure.' He paused carefully to form his next phrase. 'It's as though she posed for me intentionally, Angelique. She was at the window for a long time, well a long moment, at least.' Lawrence's smooth brow furrowed with concentration. 'Then she stared right at me and struck a sort of pose, as though I was taking a photograph of her...' Lawrence then shook his head with consternation.

Angelique waited before asking, 'And how did that make you feel?'

Lawrence was too cocooned in his world of worry to notice the thickness in his sister's tone, her earlier amusement gone like a puff of smoke on a breeze.

'How did I feel? Oh, god!' Lawrence groaned and pulled his arm free from his sister's as he covered his face with his hands. 'I was staring at her... staring at her body...'

'Her body?' Angelique questioned; her voice low and intense. 'Tell me, please, brother dear, tell me what you saw.'

There was something in his sister's tone that caused Lawrence to pause and examine her face for a moment, a look in her eyes that he'd never seen before. It was disconcerting; like he was looking at his beloved sister and seeing her in a new light, as though there was some hidden, undefined quality in her he'd never recognised before. Lawrence shook his head briefly as though clearing his muddled thoughts. He thought it must be the confusion he felt over his current dilemma and he began to tell Angelique what he had seen.

'I saw her body, from the front; I saw it all from her knees upwards!'

'Not so loud, Lawrence,' Angelique murmured a warning and looked around to see if there was anyone close enough to hear. 'Please, just tell me what you saw.' Angelique led her brother away from the towpath towards the house she shared with her husband, a college lecturer. 'Tell me what Mother looks like naked. Did you find her... attractive?'

Lawrence stared at his sister again. Why was she asking these questions in that way? He watched her face redden with the intensity of his stare, but she recovered quickly and calmly opened the front door to her home.

'Why do you want to know so desperately?' Lawrence asked when they were comfortably seated in the reception room of the big house.

'I'm... umm...let's just say it fascinates me,' Angelique replied obliquely. 'I'm curious.'

Lawrence looked at his sister's face and experienced a strange sensation that was becoming all too familiar. He couldn't define what he was feeling; he would have been incapable of articulating it if he'd been pressed, but he felt a deep, primordial ache centred on his genitals and abdomen. It was the same sensation as earlier when he spied his mother at her window, only on this occasion it was the expression on his lovely sister's face and the melodic timbre of her voice that triggered it.

Lawrence was appalled when he felt his cock thicken in his crotch; the treacherous beast was suddenly huge and apparently clamouring for relief, but he found that his sudden erection overcame his discomfort at the situation.

Angelique shifted in her seat and said nothing while she closely studied her brother's face. She identified his initial discomfort, but then saw the change in his eyes. Her own eyes dropped lower along her brother's body. Then, when she saw the large bulge in his trousers, her eyes went from almost feline slits to wide amazement. She swallowed and then looked back up into her brother's face.

'Tell me what you saw,' she whispered softly as though afraid that a louder volume would shatter the unexpected, close atmosphere. Angelique leaned forward slightly in her seat and licked her lips as she nervously awaited her brother's reply.

'Mother's breasts . . .' Lawrence began uncertainly. 'I saw her beautiful breasts and...'

'Yes?' Angelique whispered and leaned back in her chair before, in what seemed to be an involuntary movement, she parted her legs and let her hand fall into the spread of her skirt. 'What else? Her breasts and...?'

Lawrence struggled. The tension in the room confused him. It was more than discomfort or embarrassment; it was sexual. His mind screamed how wrong all this was. The fascination of his sister demanding to hear an intimate description of their mother's physical splendour stirred him in a most peculiar way. His mind was insistent, there was something very wrong with this, but the power throbbing in his viscera overpowered him to consign his soul to the devil, and he was compelled to continue: 'I saw her bush as well... ' He paused and lowered his eyes to and added thickly, 'and it was so bloody lovely...'

'Oh, Lawrence,' Angelique murmured. 'Was she very hairy down there?' Then a barely audible whisper: 'Did it excite you to see Mother like that? Did it make you hard?'

Lawrence eyes watered from the tension. 'Yes,' he croaked.

Angelique's questioning was relentless. 'Are you big now, Lawrence?' 

Now his face blazed crimson. 'Yes.'

What occurred next caused Lawrence's breath to stall in his throat. He stared at his pretty sister as she locked her eyes to his. Completely heedless of any possibility of interruption by any of her household staff, Angelique slowly lifted the hem of her skirt. The thick, dark material rose higher and higher, first revealing Angelique's ankle boots and then her shins. She pulled the skirt higher and lifted her bottom from the cushion to finally hold the garment bunched around her hips. She held it in place with one hand while the other pulled the gusset of her underwear to one side to reveal her own hirsute pubis to her brother's disbelieving eyes.

Lawrence was sweating and moaned at the sight so wantonly and shamelessly displayed for him. Angelique had inherited their mother's Mediterranean colouring, and the skin of her inner thighs was the same light gold as Elisabeth's. Still holding her skirt high, Angelique spread her legs apart to give her brother an unobstructed view of the gooey pink of her intimate place.

'Lock that door and please, show me yours, brother' Angelique whispered. 'Show me how big it is, now?'

Astounded by her own daring, Angelique looked at her brother and waited with her life on a knife-edge. She had gambled all on one moment of lunacy. What would Lawrence do? How would he react to this? 

Although the decision to exhibit herself to her brother had been spontaneous, Angelique had harboured secret desires for her him ever since Lawrence had innocently revealed details of his heretofore minor sexual conquests. She knew that he was no longer technically a virgin, but hearing of his experiences had triggered a rich fantasy world in her mind in which Lawrence featured heavily. Now, today, when he had come to her so confused, and with the subject of their mother being so closely related to her own incestuous imaginings, Angelique had sensed that perhaps her time had come. It was with complete abandon that she had suddenly been compelled to lift her skirt. She had no thought for anything other than her want for her brother. It had been time to act, and hang the consequences.

Without comment Lawrence rose to his feet. He stared down at his sister while seeming to struggle with a huge internal conflict. The look in his eyes sent a shiver of fear through Angelique. Had she got it so very wrong? Finally, without speaking, Lawrence moved to the door. Angelique's tummy squirmed; her fear was very real now. What would he do? Had she ruined the sweet relationship she'd enjoyed with him? Would he walk out and refuse to speak to her? The shame burned on her cheeks at the thought of it.

Lawrence paused by the door for what seemed to Angelique an interminable age. Time condensed and for her it appeared to stop. His hand hovered over the door-knob as though he was going to pull it open and walk out into the hall. He turned and looked back over his shoulder and it was at that moment that he was lost. He saw his beautiful sister with her sex so candidly offered to him. The scarlet slash caused his stomach to churn with lust, and he felt an irresistible pull from his genitals urging him to go to her.

With a deep sigh Lawrence reached for the key and turned it in its housing to secure the door and ensure privacy for himself and his sister.

Lawrence fumbled with the buttons on the front of his trousers, soon standing before his sister with his cock jutting arrogantly from his fly. Angelique sighed with the relief of his decision and the heightening of her physical lust for her brother. She reclined in her seat and swirled a finger around her tight clitoris while her eyes drank in the sight of her brother's magnificent, veined erection.

Lawrence reciprocated his sister's need to masturbate and took several long, slow tugs at his cock. In response, Angelique spread apart her labia to show her brother her swollen, wet sex. Then, she swirled her middle finger around her clitoris in deliberate, lazy circles once again and smiled when she saw the rapture on her brother's lovely face.

'Pull on your cock, darling brother,' Angelique smiled after licking her lips. 'Pull that big thing for me...'

'But...' Lawrence began, but then finally gave up the fight as the sweet agony of his arousal thrummed through his veins. He tugged at his thick penis with ever-growing necessity as he stared at his sister's busy finger, sloshing around in syrupy, clear fluid.

'Do you want to put that thing deep in me, dear brother?' Lawrence could hear the obscene squelching as his sister grew more and more aroused. 'Do you want to fuck my nasty hole?' She smiled wickedly and continued, 'Or do you want to shove it up Mama's?'

The mention of their mother caused the morning's image to flash back into Lawrence's head. He saw again his mother's breasts and luxuriant pubic bush. And her pose? She most definitely posed for him, he would swear to it. Did she want him? Did she want him like his sister wanted him?

'Oh, Angelique...' Lawrence grunted. 'I want you both...' Lawrence's fist was moving up and down the shaft faster and faster. 'I... I...'

'Do you want to have both of us? Your mother and your sister?' Angelique asked, tensing up, her jaw clamped tight and her back arched as she tormented her brother with her seduction.

'Yes-s-s!' Lawrence hissed. 'I want you both. I want to have you right here, right now... please Angelique... please let me have you.'

Angelique stood up quickly, peeled her drawers from her body and stepped out of them. She hastily arranged her long skirt as she knelt on the chair cushion. She pushed her round buttocks out and offered herself to her brother's dripping manhood. With a deep growl, Lawrence moved quickly to where his sister knelt and undid the top button of his trousers so that his big cock bobbed free. Angelique wriggled her hips from side to side in anticipation as she looked back over her shoulder at her brother.

'Now, do it to me, my dearest... Love it. Use it. Fuck it.'

Lawrence pushed the big head of his cock against his sister's scarlet opening. He pushed against her body for a moment and felt a temporary obstruction before a final push sent him sliding into the moist, thick heat of her.

'Angelique...' Lawrence cried in disbelief. She was his second woman; there being only one other time when he had experienced the feeling of such a grip on his cock. 'My sister...' He groaned when he realised the full implication of what he was doing. 'My sister, my darling sister,' he whispered in awe. 'Can this be real?'

'Oh, Lawrence,' Angelique gasped, 'I know, darling, I know. It's like a dream to me too.' Angelique craned her head around to look at her brother. 'I can tell you want me. I feel it, so powerful and so hard. Even if this is wrong, it feels so good.'

Angelique allowed her head to loll forward; strands of her hair came loose and fell over her face as her brother increased the tempo of his rutting. Soon the large room reverberated with the sounds of their rhythmic coupling. Lawrence's rippling abdominals slapped sweat against the softer flesh of his sister's buttocks. Their moans and sighs of enjoyment mingled as both sought release from the tumult of pent up lust and desire. Angelique had managed to undo several of the buttons along her bodice to massage her tender breasts as her brother fucked her squelching sex.

'Kiss me,' Angelique said breathlessly. 'Take me from the front so we can kiss, like true lovers,' she insisted urgently, pushing her brother away.

Lawrence stood impatiently as his sister moved her position. She eyed his erection and licked her lips. He watched her eyes lock onto his cock. 

'I want to suck that for you soon, Brother,' Angelique growled before she finally settled in the chair, both her knees hooked over the arms. Her sweet tipped breasts pointed up at him, a younger, firmer facsimile of her mother's delicious globes. Lawrence growled when he saw the similarity between his sister and darling mother, but the growl tapered to a moan when his older sister held her sticky labia open with the tips of her fingers, and her other hand clasped his shaft.




An Awakening Ch. 01



'Kneel, love, and fuck your big cock back into me,' Angelique demanded, finally looking up at her brother's eyes, pulling at him until he fell to his knees between her spread thighs. 'Yes!' squealed Angelique when Lawrence slid deep into her again. 'Now, kiss me,' she insisted. 'Kiss me like you've never kissed any other woman before, dear brother.'

Lawrence watched his sister's eager pussy take his thickness easily. The flaps of her labia clung to the goo smearing his cock when he pulled several inches from her greedy grip. He bent to his sister's face to kiss her passionately while his cock began to piston in and out of her. Angelique returned the kiss with far more ardour than before, her tongue swirling around her brother's that wriggled for control. A rush to urgency overcame the excited woman. She knew a glorious release was imminent and would hold back no longer. As her climax began to boil outwards from her sex, Angelique grunted straight into her brother's mouth as she thrust as much of her tongue into him as was possible. She stopped breathing for a long moment as she stiffened in his grasp. She then drew back to catch her breath.

'Oh, Lawrence!' Angelique cried loudly. 'I'm doing it... my cunt's on fire and I'm fucking coming... Oh, yes, yes, baby brother...'

Angelique had broken away from Lawrence's insistent, probing tongue. She smiled dreamily up at him. Her eyes fluttered as she came. The sight of his sister's beautiful face contorted in such pleasure and the music of her words in his ears released Lawrence to gasp and grunt as he started pumping heavy bursts of warm, salty cream into his sister's body. Lawrence dimly realised through the heat of his climax that he was spraying his sister's insides with his seed. Late as he was; Lawrence pulled his still spitting cock from Angelique's clenching sex. Several more spurts of semen would spatter his sister's mons, leaving trails of white strings and ropes to hang from her sodden, matted, pubic hair.

Lawrence finally sighed and looked down at his sister's oozing opening as his climax tapered. With a start he watched trickles of his milky liquid drain from her body and down her leg. How much of his sperm was swimming inside her body?

'Oh, god, Angelique, I did it inside you...' Lawrence said with wide eyes. 'I came inside you... Jesus... What have I done? What have we done?'

Lawrence was wracked by guilt for fear of having impregnated his sister.

Angelique lifted herself to a sitting position and allowed her skirt to fall and cover her immodesty. 'But you see, my dearest brother, you don't know just how long I've wanted this to happen,' the older woman whispered tenderly. 'How I've wanted to feel your wonderful hardness in me, to feel you invading me.' And then Angelique kissed her brother on his sweaty cheek, almost chastely this time. 'It was Mother who was the catalyst for it,' she said matter-of-factly. 'And I'm so glad it's happened. Yes, so very, very glad.' Angelique looked at her brother's stricken face and she cupped his chin in her hand to lock his eyes with her own. 'You can't know how much I love you, my dearest,' she murmured and kissed him warmly on his mouth. 'I love you and I want to do this again, and again, and again. I want you to fuck me insensible, darling. I want you, forever.'

'But...' Lawrence began.

'Shush,' Angelique quickly said, pressing her finger against his warm lips. 'You can have me whenever you want, darling. And not only is this body is yours,' Angelique continued, grinning coyly, 'I think you and I should seduce Mother as well. Now, how wicked would that be?'



An Awakening Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Elisabeth

The following is the second scene in the Awakening series. A reader may possibly prefer to read An Awakening (Angelique) to gain an idea of previous occurrences relevant to this particular piece. Thanks to Selena for her work on this. Any errors that remain are entirely mine.

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Elisabeth moved from the window on trembling legs and sat at the edge of her bed. Her heart hammered within her chest, a low thumping in her ears. What had she just done? Whatever had possessed her? It was such a surprise, no, more than that; it was a shock to see her son, Lawrence, looking up at her after she'd drawn back the drapes. Elisabeth's first thought was that it had been the young gardener, Joseph, standing below and looking up at her; then she saw that the young, blonde Adonis was her own flesh and blood. Elisabeth knew she could have closed the curtains or even moved away from the window, but something had stopped her, she had been compelled to remain where she was. The sight of Lawrence's strong, defined upper body, with his lean-muscled arms and broad chest had stirred her deep in her belly. The fact that the young man staring up at her nudity was her son had no impact upon Elisabeth's consciousness at all. She concentrated her attention on how striking he looked with the light sheen of perspiration from his exertions oiling his muscles. Just for an instant, Elisabeth ached for the physical presence of a man so intensely that she lost control and blatantly flaunted herself at the figure below her window. Now, however, she was mortified. What had she done? What would the boy be thinking? Had she actually stood like that for him? Had she exhibited herself to her own son?

Elisabeth thought of her actions. She felt warmth in her face, but she wasn't sure it was entirely due to embarrassment. There was something more. Her son had witnessed her nudity, and that would be difficult enough to deal with of course. It could possibly have been a subject that neither would ever make any reference to, and it could have remained untouched between them for as long as they lived, but she had taken the whole issue to a higher level - and it had excited her. So what now? Would they ever speak of this event?

Although Elisabeth understood that the flush on her cheeks was more than embarrassment, her morality denied it all, and her tummy flipped with angst, causing her to groan with the mortification. Why? Why had she... exhibited herself?

'You stupid, stupid woman,' she whispered aloud. 'Your son, how could you?'

Nevertheless, as Elisabeth crawled back into her large bed, she felt the insidious pull of that excitement. A puff of air passed her lips when she let her middle finger slide through the slippery lips of her sex. Despite her feelings of shame that had begun to wane in the light of a stronger yearning, there was no denying that the sight of her son's well-defined, muscular torso had aroused her. He was maturing. She missed him when he was away from home, but perhaps the real reason for that was that she had been without a man for a long time, and her son's half-naked body had roused a dormant desire deep from within.

She had her many admirers; she was still a very attractive woman and could have had any number of men between her thighs, younger or older. But it was simply that she didn't find any of them to her particular liking, or taste. There was also no more time to think of why...

'Oh, oh,' Elisabeth grunted quietly as her climax broke. Her whole body was suffused with glowing, the epicentre deep within. As soon as she had calmed, the guilt and shame crashed over her like a wave. 'My god,' she murmured. 'Am I depraved? That was so, so wrong.'

Elisabeth then made a solemn vow to herself that she would never do such a thing again. She would never again think of her beautiful son in a sexual way. She had no inkling at that moment at how difficult it would be to keep that secret promise. She had no way of knowing what chain of events her spontaneous action would trigger. It would have been beyond her sensibilities to conceive of what was to take place between her son and her daughter that very afternoon; an event she was, at least in part, responsible for.

When Lawrence arrived home later that evening, he resembled a victim of shell shock from the Great War. His face was devoid of expression. His eyes were distant, as though he was studying something unseen by anyone else. He seemed terribly distracted and responded only vaguely to questions. He was jumpy and restless one moment, pacing and wringing his hands in another before sinking into a stillness so complete it was difficult to garner his attention again. Elisabeth's immediate concern was that it had been her display that morning that had upset her handsome son. What she couldn't know was that Lawrence held a far, far darker secret in his bosom, and at that moment no amount of motherly probing could elicit a response from him.

'Lawrence, dear, what is it? Whatever's the matter?' Elisabeth asked quietly when she eventually dared to visit him in his bedroom. 'Please, darling, please tell me what's wrong.'

Lawrence turned his head to look obliquely at his mother who was standing next to him, her hand on his shoulder, her face etched with concern.

'Yes?' he responded with a glazed look in his eyes, as though he wasn't entirely certain who she was. 'I'm sorry, Mother, what were you asking?'

'What's the matter, dear? You seem so... so...?'

It took him a moment to respond, as if only half his being had been listening. 'So?'

She wouldn't approach. 'So distant, dear.'

'I'm fine, Mother,' he whispered barely loud enough for her to hear, staring blankly at the wall again.

He was not fine, but Elisabeth could not get through to him, reluctantly leaving her son to his distractions. Not daring to broach the subject of her exhibitionism, Elisabeth also felt powerless to continue.

Two days passed and Lawrence made another appearance after that disturbing evening. Elisabeth had stopped at the threshold of his bedroom on several occasions, but she still couldn't bring herself to enter and speak of what had passed between her and her son on that bright, spring day. Nothing would be resolved, nothing could be resolved. There was some improvement. Lawrence looked a little brighter. His eyes had lost that distracted, pained look, and he managed to hold a conversation with his mother over breakfast that consisted of more than monosyllables. They discussed nothing of any consequence, save the weather, the local gossip and prospects for a hearty roast for supper. That's when Elisabeth became convinced the gulf forming between them had been caused by her own actions.

For Lawrence, though, the past two days and the three nights had been like no other in his 20 years. Confusion reigned after witnessing his mother's nakedness at the window, and the perversions borne of that episode. But the supreme reason for his descent into such a shocking state had of course been his incestuous coupling with his sister. He had arrived home with a cauldron of emotion boiling within him. He had loved his sister innocently, as a brother should, but now that love had been supplanted by something beyond comprehension. The innocence was gone, replaced with burgeoning lust beyond description. Then, there was the guilt, and this guilt was equally as powerful as the love he felt for Angelique, his sister. Could he have been the cause of this?

Lawrence had trouble sleeping. It was this clash of emotions that gave rise to the battle fatigue symptoms he displayed immediately after leaving Angelique in her house following the outset of their affair. He couldn't seriously concentrate on anything, thinking of his sister and of how she had looked and tasted when they had shared intimacies in the drawing room of her home. He couldn't shake the images, from the look in her eyes when she laid spread before him, to her legs straddling the arms of the chair, and finally the syrupy pink of her sex so candidly offered. His heart thumped and his cock stiffened whenever he recalled Angelique's soft moans and sighs of pleasure, which turned suddenly to a torrent of language more befitting a practiced whore as she urged him to fuck her hard and deep. Then, afterwards, her words of forbidden love, that were spoken with such feeling it speared his heart. She wanted him again, wanted him forever, and Lawrence realised that he felt the same.

Another reason for Lawrence's confusion was his sister's attitude towards their mother. She not only wanted to continue the incestuous affair with him, but Angelique had stated that to seduce Elisabeth together would be something very desirable indeed. This, after wading up to his waist in the waters of incest, excited Lawrence beyond comparison, and he prepared to plunge head first into that pool once he had reconciled himself to the guilt.

The damnable guilt.

Lawrence was on a precipice. He looked at his beautiful mother across the table and recalled her naked form in his mind's eye. 'Yes,' he decided, 'I want her as well. I want her and my sister.' But how could he make it happen?

'What have you got planned for the day, darling?' Elisabeth asked, breaking Lawrence's reverie.

'Today?' he replied, at a real loss to answer. He hadn't considered how to spend his day. He again looked across the table at his mother. She stood and appeared to be taking her leave. Lawrence felt an enormous flood of love for his mother when he saw the concern on her face. She really was worried for him. Then he had a flash of inspiration. 'I know,' he said brightly. 'Why don't you and I have a little picnic together?' He saw his mother's face lighten immediately at this suggestion. 'Cook could prepare us a little hamper. I'm sure she wouldn't mind.'

Elisabeth smiled: 'Yes,' she nodded enthusiastically, relieved that her lovely Lawrence was back. 'That would be marvellous. Shall we say ...one o'clock?'

An animated grin from Lawrence: 'Agreed. I'll meet you by the old copse. I'll bring the hamper and a blanket.'

It was arranged, a pleasant picnic in a secluded spot in the grounds. Although Lawrence had decided to pursue the seduction of his mother, he didn't have any idea how to proceed. Perhaps he would just see how things progressed and take his opportunities as they arose.

After a word with the cook, Lawrence - with a spring in his step to match the season - virtually danced up the staircase and into his bedroom. He was already looking forward to having his mother all to himself that afternoon.

Elisabeth arrived at the copse early, before her son. It was another gorgeous day, a slight breeze whispering through the leaves that cooled her cheeks. The sun beamed to warm her exposed arms as she made her way along a narrow path that led to the secluded copse. The shade was just right. Elisabeth had chosen to wear a light summer frock. It was modest enough and only showed a hint of cleavage at the décolletage. Her bare, golden-hued legs were visible from just below the knees. She looked entirely respectable.

While she waited patiently in the dappled grove, she pondered a little about the chasm that yawed between her and her son, the picnic the first opportunity to advance the issue. What explanation could she offer to explain his state the evening that followed their unfortunate encounter? She believed that she must have been the cause of his fugue and steeled herself to at last broach the subject with him.

'Yes,' she said to herself quietly and with determination. 'This afternoon, I'll just have to take the bull by the horns.'

'Hello, Mum.'

Lawrence's deep voice surprised his mother, and she gave a small start of surprise. 'Oh, Lawrence, you gave me a fright.'

'I'm sorry, Mother. Are you alright?'

'Yes, of course.' Then after recovering: 'You've brought the hamper; good.' Elisabeth busied herself and took the blanket from her son without looking at him directly. After spreading the blanket over the lush grass, she knelt and only then smiled up at her baby. 'Come on then, put the hamper down and sit next to me.'

'What a fine day for a picnic,' Lawrence said, while he remained standing and looked down at his mother. 'And you look beautiful, Mum, really lovely.'

There was something about the look in her son's eyes and in the way he spoke that set Elisabeth's nerves tingling. She experienced a sudden rash of goose bumps raise along her exposed arms, and felt a flush grow up from between her breasts and along her throat.

'Oh... Why thank you, Lawrence,' she said discomfited. 'And you look quite handsome. That shirt suits you. So much has changed in you in less than a year.' Elisabeth's voice sounded strange to her own ears. She identified a slight tremor in its quality and wondered if Lawrence had noticed. 'Come along then. Do sit down,' she added in an attempt at normality.

Lawrence settled down next to his mother. She had preened for him, he thought with a spark of recollection of his sister's face and semi-nude body. Lawrence superimposed his mother's figure on Angelique's as he recalled their forbidden tryst, and this imagining caused a hot flash of desire to spark in his loins. He could feel the heat from his mother's proximity after he settled on the blanket close to her, while her familiar scent fanned the flames of his lust to a blaze.

'Wine, Mother?' Lawrence held up a bottle.

'A drop please, yes,' Elisabeth replied. She admitted to herself feeling a little uncomfortable in his presence. Her son's eyes had a disturbing gleam, and his voice was thick and hoarse. Then Elisabeth experienced a moment of clarity and her eyes widened in surprise. She recognised the timbre in Lawrence's voice; it had been a long time, but she knew. He was, at last, becoming a man; a most familiar man, a man with sexual desires.

Lawrence poured two glasses of thick, red wine, handing one to his mother. She took the glass with a trembling hand. Still shaking as she looked at her son, Elisabeth held the glass to her lips and took a deep draught.

'Is everything alright, Mother?' Lawrence asked when he saw her trembling and noticed her gulp from the glass.

'I... I don't know, Lawrence,' Elisabeth said quietly, her eyes downcast and her expression glum. 'I'm a little confused. Perhaps a drop of this wine will help.'

Sensing that conceivably his moment had come, Lawrence shifted towards his mother on the blanket. She was so close now, so very close.

'Tell me, Mother, please, whatever's the matter?'

Elisabeth cupped the wine glass with both hands to keep it the liquid from spilling. 'You know that has been my question to you, of late.'

Elisabeth became startled by a pressure on her leg. A worried look wrinkled her brow when Lawrence's hand rested against the smooth skin just above her exposed knee. She suddenly felt cool, the heat from his hand felt as if it had just snuffed a fire. Then Elisabeth heard the roar of the ocean in her ears as blood quickened around her body.

Elisabeth was determined to breach the wall that had been built between her and her son. Things had gone too far, she thought: her son's earlier state of mind, his eyes, his voice, and now this – his hand touching her leg!

She felt the draw of desire and its narcotic effect. A memory of familiar warmth and presence had been resurrected for her. Elisabeth's body unconsciously responded to her son's touch. Her nipples stiffened beneath her dress. She felt a tiny clenching and accompanying quick itch between her legs. Elisabeth inhaled deeply, a rasping sound loud in the glade as she struggled against the urging of her body.

'Lawrence, please...' She placed her hand over her son's that covered her leg. 'We have to speak of what happened the other morning... Please...'

'I know, Mother,' Lawrence rumbled in a recognizable song to her ears. He gazed into his mother's eyes. He drank in the sight of her pretty face. He felt the velvety smoothness of her shaven and perfumed leg. He suddenly grew reckless, abandoning reason for desire that scorched his skin. 'You were so beautiful there. So very beautiful.'

Then, before his mother could react, Lawrence moved his face close to hers and kissed her lightly on the mouth. For a moment, a split second, Elisabeth allowed herself to be kissed by the familiar presence. She responded by returning the sweet pressure on his mouth.

And then she became alarmed when she felt her son's tongue probe between her lips, seeking to invade her. A thunderclap of reality exploded in her brain. She pulled away. 'God ... no! Stop, this can't be happening! Lawrence... please.'

Elisabeth struggled against her son's grip as he thrust himself upon her. He had become so strong; she had to fight desperately to wriggle free, as if for her life. Lawrence was unheeding of his mother's pleadings and efforts to get away, caught in an infernal spiral of lust and wanting. He wanted his mother as much as he had his sister, so very urgently to become one with her. He loved her. Couldn't she see that?

Elisabeth finally freed one hand from his grasp and took the only course open to her. She slapped her son across his cheek as hard as she could. The report of her hand against his skin was like a rifle shot that echoed in the glade. Her hand stung severely from the blow. He released her. She rose and ran in a blur. Lawrence felt for the angry welts of her fingers rising immediately on the not so innocent skin of his face. Instantly his eyes lost the intensity of his berserker frenzy for comprehension to dawn. His vision cleared on a large stain from her wine blotting the blanket.

'Mama... don't go!' Lawrence called too late.

His mother, sobbing and holding her wounded hand tight against her tears, had already run from the copse, leaving Lawrence amid the ruins of their picnic on such a beautiful, sunny day. 



An Awakening Ch. 02



After arriving at the office early the next morning, I started my workday the way I normally do, with a cup of coffee in the employees' break room. Michelle was already in there, sipping her coffee from a styrofoam cup and talking with two of the other interns. 

When she saw me, she grinned sheepishly and walked over to where I was standing, adding creamer to my coffee. 

"How are you feeling?" I asked, smiling and stirring my coffee with a thin plastic straw. 

"Never better! I feel great!" she said. "And how are you?" 

"Well, I had an interesting night," I hinted suggestively. 

She asked in a whisper, "Can I see you again tonight? Maybe I can make it just as interesting."

"Of course," I replied. "Same time, at my place?"

"Yes, but be ready early, and don't prepare anything. I have a surprise for you!" she said slyly. 

The day crept by slowly, and I found myself distracted with the thoughts of the pleasures of the previous evening and with wondering what that nineteen year-old might be planning for my "surprise." I had difficulty in concentrating on my work, because in my mind's eye, I kept thinking back to the night before, seeing her slipping off her tiny panties in my bedroom, and exposing that lithe young body. 

I left the office promptly at five PM to make sure I was at home well before she arrived. 

Michelle rolled into my driveway again, early this time, and she hopped out of her car. She was wearing denim "Daisy Duke" short-shorts and a white tank top. The summer sun was still shining and warm, and she was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses to cut the glare. She had left the car running.

"Let's go, I want to show you the surprise that I have planned!" she called, and I stepped out the door of the house and began walking to her car. I got in the passenger seat, and she took her place on the driver's side. 

While Michelle drove, we made small talk, and didn't say anything about the previous evening. She had the radio turned up loud anyway, so serious conversation was impossible. She drove fast, well over the speed limit, and a few minutes later we were at the entrance to a large municipal water reservoir, which was surrounded by a park that was open to the public. 

The park was heavily forested, with several small clearings and paths that crisscrossed its many acres. There were numerous streams, small lakes, and ponds. During this time of year, there would normally be a handful of picnickers or hikers, but at nearly seven in the evening there were few visitors. We drove into the nearly deserted park and pulled the car into a small vacant lot. 

"Let's go, I want to get there while there is still some daylight," Michelle said. She opened the car trunk, took out a blanket and a large basket, and began walking at a brisk pace toward the woods. 

"Where are we going?" I asked. Although I knew most of the park well, we were heading to a part that was unfamiliar to me. 

"You'll see. Come on!"

I quickly followed, and I saw Michelle enter the heavily wooded forest by a small, nearly invisible footpath. It was too narrow for us to walk side-by-side, so I followed a few paces behind her. She moved quickly and effortlessly - she obviously knew where she was going. I hurried a bit to keep up. 

After walking for about ten minutes, the path opened up into a small clearing, and the clearing was on the edge of a remote part of the reservoir. The sun, starting to set and reflecting in the water, created what professional photographers like to call the "golden hours" - the time at dusk or dawn when the sun is low in the sky and the light is best for capturing photographic images. 

Michelle carefully placed the basket down and spread the blanket in the grass about twenty feet from the edge of the water, and she walked down to the small strip of sand. She slipped out of her sandals and touched her toes in the cool, clear reservoir. 

I trailed her down to the edge of the water, where Michelle was idly trailing her toes and creating small ripples in the otherwise placid calm. Both of us were silent until she spoke. 

"You know, last night was an incredible experience for me. I have been thinking about it all day," she stated matter-of-factly. 

"That was the first time I ever gave someone a hand job, and it was the first time I ever gave someone a blowjob, and it was the first time anyone ever performed oral sex on me."

She paused for a moment, and turned to look at me. "I really appreciated the way you were gentle with me, the way you took your time. It made me feel desirable. You have awakened my sexual urges, you made me want you."

"Now, I have thought about this a lot, and I am curious to try some other things with you tonight. First, though, I want to go for a swim - I have been wanting about a nice cool dip all day."

"Well, I didn't bring a swimsuit," I said.

"Neither did I," she replied slyly.

With that, she tossed the baseball cap to the sand, and placed her sunglasses on top of it. Without hesitating, she grasped her tank top at the waist and pulled it over her head. 

She was braless, and her nipples were rapidly becoming prominent in the cool early evening air. She unsnapped her shorts, and slid them to the ground. She was now wearing only a light blue thong. 

"Well?" she looked at me, eyebrows raised expectantly.

I quickly undressed while she slipped out of her thong. We both stood there nude, and I was already semi-erect. Michelle tried to appear casual and uninterested, but her eyes lingered on my hardening cock. 

We waded into the cool water until we were waist-deep, about 20 feet or so from the shore. Michelle dove forward, and she begin to swim with effortless strokes. I quickly followed, working to keep up, as she sliced through the water. 

We kept the pace up for about ten minutes, and Michelle turned around to go back to the shore. Once we got back to the spot where she had placed our blanket, she produced two towels from inside the basket and handed one to me. 

"How did you find this place?" I asked, toweling my arms and chest. The cool water had had no effect on my stiffening cock. 

"Oh, I have been coming here since senior year in high school. My girlfriends and I used to come here in the summer, and we would go skinny-dipping and drink beer." She added, "This is the first time I have ever been here with a guy, though." 

She dried herself off, then stepped behind me, and used her towel to finish drying my back. She gave my ass a playful squeeze after she dried me off. 

I turned to face her, and she dropped her towel. We pulled each other close, our naked bodies touching, and kissed each other deeply for several moments. My rising cock was brushing against her waist. 

We stopped only briefly, caught a breath, and kissed again, our tongues probing and darting in each other's mouths. 

Michelle moved slightly away from me, brought her right hand to my chest, and let her fingertips lightly trace a path down to my waist, and then lower. She moved her hand to my cock, stroking me slowly and making me harder and harder. 

I began kissing and licking the base of her neck, while my right hand reached over and cradled her perfect little breasts, first one and then the other. I let my fingers brush gently over the hard buds of her nipples. 

With her eyes still closed, she turned her head toward me and her mouth sought mine again. We kissed deeply, our mouths opening and tongues exploring each other hungrily. We sank to the blanket, our mouths locked together the entire time. We were half-sitting and half-reclining on the blanket, holding each other, kissing and fondling, and saying nothing. 

I reached between her legs. She parted them slightly for me, allowing my fingers access to her moist slit. I found the prominent nub of her clitoris and began gently teasing it with my forefinger, touching it lightly, rubbing around it, and stroking the side of it.

A groan escaped from Michelle as she lay down completely on her back, and she rotated her hips a bit to allow me to have better access. I could feel that she was already slick with moisture, and I continued to play with and tease her clit with my fingers. Our mouths remained locked together, and I could feel her urgency growing as I continued to caress and stroke her in between her legs. 

After several minutes of this foreplay, Michelle's body tensed and she brought her legs tightly together, nearly locking my hand in place on her clit. I increased the pressure of my stroking, and she began to moan and whimper. This went on for several more moments, quickly reaching a peak. 

Her entire body froze for an instant, and she arched her back as she cried out. Her spasms continued for several seconds, and her body trembled and shook uncontrollably. She pressed her pussy hard against the flat of my hand, grinding vigorously as she brought herself satisfyingly over the edge. My hand was damp with her wetness. 

There is nothing that turns me on more than a woman having an orgasm. I love to see and feel a woman lose control like that, focusing on nothing but reaching her climax, uninhibitedly moaning, groaning, crying out. I was so excited that my cock stood nearly straight up, and I was urgently in need of my own release. 

"Oh, that felt good!" she said, turning on her side to look at me. "When you make me come like that, it feels so much more intense than when I masturbate alone at home!"

I chuckled a little, and said, "Yeah, that is how I feel, too. It's very different when you are lucky enough to share that with someone else."

Michelle lay on her side, propping her head up with one hand. "I want to do everything with you tonight. Being naked outside in a secluded setting like this, with the sun going down in this beautiful place, has me really turned on." 

"Really? And what exactly did you have in mind?" I asked playfully.

"Well," she said, "first of all, I want you inside me. I have been thinking about you all day, and I want you to be the one." 

She paused and added, "I have had a lot of opportunities with guys my own age," Michelle continued, "but I want you because you are older and gentler, more mature, and you showed me last night how much you really care for me."

I didn't know what to say, so I lay there silently, toying with her hair, and looking at her. We kissed again, and continued kissing and holding each other. 

After a few minutes, I positioned myself in-between her legs, and began to tease her swollen clit and the slit of her pussy with the head of my rigid cock. The tip glistened with her wetness, and I stroked her clit with my cock in the same way as I had my fingers, tracing light circles around it, followed by teasingly inserting just the head of it inside her pussy. 

"I'm sorry, but I don't have a condom," I said hoarsely. 

Without opening her eyes, Michelle reached down and took hold of my cock, positioning it at the entrance to her pussy, and she thrust her pelvis forward and upward in anticipation. My cock slid in easily about two or three inches.

"Don't worry about it. I have been using the pill since high school to regulate my periods, and I want the real thing tonight!"

I began a slow shallow thrust, pulling almost completely out, and continuing to insert only the first two or three inches of my cock, and Michelle gasped with pleasure. 

"Ohhhhh," she said as she spread her legs a bit wider, and I repeated the shallow stroke inside her pussy over and over. She began to whimper, obviously wanting more. She opened her eyes, and looked down at our coupling. 

"Oh, God, that is hot! I can't believe how sexy that is!"

I started to push a little deeper inside her, varying my thrusting a little. About once every ten strokes or so, I inserted the full length of my cock. This unexpected pleasure took her by surprise, eliciting a gasp. I continued the exciting pattern, alternating several shallow thrusts with a deep, slow full insertion, each time getting a response, literally taking her breath away. 

"Are you OK?" I asked. 

"Oh, yeah," she murmured appreciatively. "This is wonderful, please don't stop. I want to feel all of you inside me!"

After several minutes of this teasing, both of us were beyond ready. I felt like I was going to explode, so I slowly inserted the full length of my cock deep inside her pussy, and I began to grind our pelvises together. 

The pressure and the rocking motion quickly brought her to climax, and her eyes were closed tightly as she began to come in waves, over and over. 

"Ohhhh, ohhhh," she gasped, as her spasms became more intense, and her body rocked involuntarily against mine. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, and I could feel her pussy tighten around the base of my cock. 

She moaned with the pleasure, and I could feel my own orgasm beginning to form, deep in my groin. My balls started to tighten, and I began to thrust more in earnest. 

"Oh, oh, oh," I cried out. There was no turning back now, I couldn't stop if I tried. My body tensed from head to toe, and my orgasm was incredibly powerful. The muscle contractions sent warm pleasurable waves from my cock through my entire body, and wave after wave kept me moving inside Michelle. The intense sensations continued for a few minutes as I continued pushing my cock deep inside Michelle's pussy, only stopping when I was drained and could no longer move.

I collapsed on top of Michelle, and I felt her arms encircle me. I waited a moment, and then gently uncoupled my cock from inside her pussy. My heart was pounding in my chest.

Still positioned between her legs, I sat back and watched, fascinated, as my come oozed from inside her. A large milky glob seeped from her opening. 

Michelle reached down with her finger, touching the large drop of white liquid, and then rubbing it over her labia and her small neat patch of pubic hair. She smiled the enigmatic smile of someone who has been fucked thoroughly and enjoyably.

"Oh, was THAT good!" she said. "I could actually feel you coming inside me - I didn't know that was possible! I could feel your cock twitching inside me, and then I could feel the warmth and the wetness when you came!"

We both collapsed on the blanket, and gave ourselves a chance to recover from our exertions. 

After a short time, Michelle put my shirt on and I slipped on my boxer shorts. Although the sun had completely set we were still comfortably warm. Michelle opened the basket and brought out two sandwiches and two beers, and we talked and ate. 

When we finished our picnic supper, Michelle and I got dressed, packed up our blankets and towels, and we began to walk back to her car. 

"Let's go back to your house. I want to be in your bed again," Michelle said, "and I have a lot of catching up to do." 



An Awakening Ch. 03



Chapter 03: Marcus

The third scene in the series so far. An Awakening (Angelique) and An Awakening (Elisabeth) are the first two scenes, and may give the reader some history of the occurrences to date. Thanks to Selena for the work she's put in. Any errors remaining are as a result of my own stupidity and from drinking far too much cider last night.

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'Oh darling Brother,' Angelique murmured and lightly touched his bruised cheek. 'So... you tried to seduce Mama?'

Lawrence lifted his head and looked at his sister, his eyes filled with anguish. 'Yes. I tried.'

'And she rejected you?'

A whispered: 'Yes.'

At that moment the couple was disturbed by a man striding into the room. They both turned to see Marcus, Angelique's lecturer husband standing there, just inside the now open door.

'What, Marcus?' his wife asked snappishly. 

'Oh! Sorry, my dear, I had no idea...' Marcus lingered uncertainly.

'I'm rather busy now,' Angelique said; her tone still brusque. 'Lawrence has a... delicate problem, a family matter. Please leave us.' 

The emphasis placed on the word 'family' went unnoticed by Lawrence, but the effect upon Marcus was instant. His eyes widened and he nodded his head slowly. 'Ah, of course, my dear... I'll leave you. Excuse me.'

'Could you ensure that we're not disturbed?' Angelique called to the closing door.

The door's progress was checked. 'Most certainly, Angelique,' came the reply from beyond. Then the door clicked shut.

'Now, darling Brother, tell me all.'

In a miserable voice, Lawrence recounted his abysmal attempt to seduce their mother. He described how she had looked in the near idyllic setting of their picnic spot. He tried to articulate the feelings she elicited within him, and the emotions that had stirred him to make his clumsy attempt. Finally, Lawrence described the moment of madness when he kissed his mother's mouth.

'She responded, Sis, I swear, she kissed me back.'

'Did you really want to kiss our Mother, Lawrence?' Angelique's voice had taken the treacle - thick timbre that heralded her mounting lust. 'Did you want to kiss her like you kissed me? As you did when you loved me?' Angelique's voice fell to a near whisper; a very dangerous sign. Then she added, 'When you fucked me in that very chair.'

Lawrence couldn't help but glance at the chair referred to by his sister. He remembered alright. How could he not? Every scorching moment of their time together was branded into his memory. He could recall, with near perfect clarity, every sigh and groan, every sweet murmur of endearment, and most exciting of all, the sound of her body's gooey acceptance of his cock as she smiled up at him during their coupling.

'Yesss,' Lawrence hissed. 'I wanted to kiss her like we kissed.' His eyes blazed as he looked directly at his beautiful sister. His former anguish had evaporated and was supplanted by his blossoming ascendancy, by his bright desire to control both his mother and his sister in the vacuum left by his late father. Lawrence had never thought about the effect his father dying three years before would have upon his role in life. Now the dawning of realisation was breaking. He, Lawrence, would have to take charge. He would become the Head of the Family. He would assume responsibility. And with that responsibility would come... privileges. 'I wanted to kiss her as we kissed,' Lawrence repeated: 'Just as I want to kiss you again, Sister.'

'Then kiss me, dear Brother. Kiss me.'

Angelique moved towards him and he instantly fell upon her with all the delicacy of a bull in a field. Like the bull, Lawrence experienced the rush of a primal instinct. His sensibilities dulled and once again, as with his mother in the copse during the ill-fated picnic, logic and reason took wing and flew away.

Lawrence didn't care that Marcus could return at any time. Even though Angelique had been clear in her instruction not to be disturbed, he could still make an appearance—if only to check that everything was in order. Lawrence was gripped by a passion so overwhelming he would stop at nothing. He meant to take his sister again, by force if he must, but he wanted her so desperately.

It appeared that Angelique felt the same. As her brother kissed her, she opened her mouth eagerly and allowed his tongue to find hers. Moments later the woman had unfastened the buttons on her brother's fly, and his thick cock jutted from the gap in the cloth. He was magnificent; hard and thick and with a tear of pre-cum glistening at the slit in the large dome of his glans.

'This time I want to taste you,' Angelique whispered, with her fingers tight around his girth. 'I want to suck your fat, lovely cock.'

Lawrence watched in fascination as his sister knelt in front of him. She gazed in reverence at his manhood and then poked out her slippery tongue and dipped its tip at the goo trickling from his cock's eye.

'Angelique...' Lawrence could only groan her name. He could feel the sensation of her busy tongue at the underside of the dome. He could feel the suction from her mouth as her lips stretched to accommodate his thickness, and he watched as though in a dream, at the concavity of his sister's sucking cheeks as she sought to bring her brother pleasure. 

'Is that so very nice?' Angelique grinned up at her brother as she took a moments respite from her oral attention. 'Do you like me sucking you, Baby? Do I do it well?'

Angelique returned her attention to the big, throbbing cock. This time she used the slippery head of Lawrence's cock to smear the mix of her saliva and his clear pre-cum around her pretty face. The effect was devastating to her brother. He looked down at her with disbelief in his eyes. She looked so depraved, such a wanton slut, her face daubed with smears of goo, the thick strand of saliva and his own fluid bridging his cock to her face... The image of her was too much for Lawrence to comprehend. He had never seen such a display. He had never imagined such things. But, his own sister... 

'Angelique...' Lawrence was near to rambling with lust. 'That's so... so...'

'Yes,' a voice from across the room. 'Your sister is such a depraved slut, isn't she?'

Marcus!

With a sudden jolt, Lawrence realised just how insane the situation was. His mind worked with mercurial agility. He analysed the circumstances, managing to edit ten different scenarios simultaneously, but no matter what, he knew that he was beyond hope. There was no possible way to explain what was occurring in that room. Then, to his utter amazement, Marcus locked the door.

'Are you shocked, darling Brother?' Angelique whispered from the floor. 'There's nothing to fear.' She rose to her feet and lifted her chin to gesture towards her husband where he remained, just inside the room. 'Pay no attention to that snivelling cur. He is nothing; a pathetic cuckold with an equally pathetic cock. You're the man I want.'

'What..?' But...' Lawrence struggled to comprehend. He felt as if his mind was no longer his own. Nothing was right. Everything slewed askance; his world was shaken to its core.

'Please darling, Brother,' his sister whispered. 'Love me again. Use me, fuck me; I want you to fuck me with this big, beautiful cock.' Angelique took the still stiff shaft in her grip. 'Use this bludgeon on me.'

Lawrence stared at his brother with disbelief in his eyes, and then the expression changed with the insistent pressure his sister was applying to his cock. He dragged his gaze from Marcus and concentrated once more on his beautiful sister.

'Do you want me?' She asked quietly, already knowing the answer. 'Do you want me again; as a lover?'

Lawrence swallowed and nodded. Whatever game his sister and her husband were playing, Lawrence had no interest. Once more he felt himself falling into the abyss. The real world faded and he was again in the iron grip of desire. He growled low and deep in the back of his throat while his sister manipulated his shaft with slow, exquisite strokes. Lawrence reached out and virtually ripped the bodice of Angelique's dress apart. The buttons flew and scattered on the carpet as Lawrence drank in the picture of the swell of his sister's breasts as they spilled over the cups of her corset. 

With urgent haste Angelique pulled her dress from her body. Once the garment was in an untidy pile, forgotten at her feet, Angelique looked into her brother's eyes and lifted her breasts from the cups, bared in creamy, smooth invitation. Her arousal was obvious. Her areola were puckered and her nipples tight pebbles; Angelique was following her brother headlong into the abyss, and she jumped gladly.

'My God!' Lawrence murmured at the sight. 'You're so beautiful.'

'Show me how beautiful you are, darling,' Angelique purred. 'Take off your clothes. Show my pathetic husband how a real man should look.'

At the mention of Marcus, Lawrence turned to the face the door. He saw Marcus standing, unmoving, but with an intense expression on his smooth face. The cuckold was watching, fascinated as his semi - naked wife urgently tugged at her own brother's clothing. Lawrence was showered in revulsion. What kind of man was Marcus? It was bad enough that he, Lawrence, had consigned his soul to damnation. He had accepted the pact with Lucifer already, but this other man was pathetic beyond words. He was openly willing to stand by and watch his wife be used incestuously. Not only that, but it actually appeared that Marcus enjoyed the prospect. Angelique was right, the man was a cur, a dog; in fact he was beneath even that, he was insignificant.

Reconciled to the situation, even revelling in his newly exalted position, Lawrence decided to act as he'd intended earlier. He was the head of the family now. He was master here, in this house, and he would be master in the manor as well.

'Take off your underwear,' he growled at his sister, and he hastily pulled at his own clothes. 'Take them off and then sit on the settee.' 

Angelique did as her brother commanded. Her panties joined the dress. She was now dressed as a bordello whore. Her ankle boots remained for the effect. She guessed her brother would enjoy the look, besides; the heels gave her added height and tensed the muscles in her shapely calves. She knew too, that her dark stockings, held up with the straps attached to her corset would be an equal attraction for Lawrence. She loved being the slut. She delighted in the look of lust in her brother's eyes when he appraised her ensemble; she knew that the drying smears on her face lent further wantonness to her appearance. Angelique reclined on the cool leather and smiled wickedly as she exposed the scarlet slash of her sex to her brother's blazing eyes.

Angelique turned a contemptuous gaze upon her husband. 'Come here turd,' she spoke harshly. 'Come and lick my cunt while my darling Brother uses my mouth. I want him in my mouth; he's so much finer than you. Look at his gorgeous physique.'

Instantly, Marcus obeyed. Lawrence had a sudden flash of insight in spite of his arousal; Marcus was obviously used to this. Nevertheless, he decided, that matter could wait; he had more pressing business to attend to. He moved to his sister. She was looking up at him from her position on the seat, her eyes heavy and drooping with lust as her husband licked and slobbered at her centre.

'So, Sister,' Lawrence began as he clambered up onto the settee. He pushed his erect cock at her face and Angelique bent forward, her mouth opening as he offered himself. 'Your husband is a weak little man,' he continued getting into his stride. It was impossible for Angelique to answer - her lips were stretched by her brother's thick cock – the best she could manage was a muffled grunt and a rolling of her eyes. Lawrence laughed, 'Let the little fellow lick you, let him make you wet.' Lawrence reached down and ran his fingers through his sister's hair, taking a tight fistful. 'I want you wet so I can fuck you insensible, my gorgeous slut.'

Angelique pushed Lawrence away from her mouth at these words. 'I'm already sodden, you beautiful bastard,' she groaned. 'My cunt's on fire.' She pushed her husband away from between her thighs and spread her legs wider apart. 'Look at it. Look how excited you make me.' Angelique used her fingertips to hold her sticky labia open. 

Lawrence stared, his mouth agape as his sister exposed her very essence to him. He noticed now that she had contrived to razor her pubic bush since he'd last seen her, and gazed at her smooth, soft looking mons.

'Angelique...' Lawrence murmured tenderly, all trace of his former conquering attitude erased. 'You're so beautiful. I love you.'

'Take me then, Brother,' Angelique replied in an equally tender manner. 'Make me feel like a woman should.' She cast a contemptuous glance at her fully clothed husband. 'I need a real man to love me... I want you to do it... my brother.'

Marcus stood and watched as his wife allowed her lover to mount her. He heard his wife's sigh as her brother's girth filled her with its throbbing fire. He could smell the arousal that was trickling from Angelique as it dribbled obscenely along the cleft of her buttocks and pooled on the leather of the settee beneath her.

Marcus knew he was damned. He knew he would never have the strength to break away from his perversions – and he had many perversions – but truth be told, he didn't have any wish to break away either. Angelique was right; her brother was a gorgeous specimen. He was so handsome, his physique! Marcus wondered how Lawrence would taste. He was jealous of his wife when she sucked and drooled over her brother's lovely penis. Marcus adored cock-sucking. His position as a lecturer gave him access to a seemingly never ending parade of young, eager undergraduates. Some of those boys were delicious, but Lawrence? Oh my, he was positively godlike.

It wasn't that Marcus was unhappy, far from it. He was entirely satisfied with the choices he'd made. He was satisfied with his wife. He knew she was a depraved bitch, had known it from the very outset, he smiled inwardly at the memory, even if in the early days, Angelique hadn't known herself. Marcus had recognised darkness within her, it took one to know one, and he had taken the greatest pleasure in opening the portal to her corruption. They'd shared many a perverted occasion in their two short years of marriage and this, although probably the most depraved act to date, was just another in a long list. Although, at the outset, it had been Marcus who had been in control, somehow that power had shifted. As the dark flower of Angelique's depravity blossomed, her naivety had succumbed until she had grown to loathe her husband, and would punish him at every given opportunity. From this rich soil of loathing for her spouse had grown the love for Lawrence, and the season for harvest was upon her. Angelique had spoken of her love for her brother, but Marcus never imagined that she would actually do anything about it. But here she was, supine and open, with her brother thrusting urgently into her right before his eyes. The sight of it... The noise... It was unspeakably wicked.

Lawrence was pounding his sister with hard, long, vigorous strokes. The slapping of their bodies had a hypnotic rhythm. Angelique was mauling at her own breasts. Marcus was concerned that she was actually going to do herself an injury; she was squeezing herself and pinching her nipples so hard.

'Fuck your sister, Lawrence,' Marcus whispered. 'Oh, to see your big cock punishing her... It's glorious.' Marcus stared at his wife's labia, and was fascinated by the way the soft folds clung to her brother's shaft. It was as though her body was reluctant to let even an inch of that magnificent, long cock escape. Before his very eyes, Marcus could see the slick, oily wetness where the couple joined. Right at the junction of their bodies, where Angelique's inflamed cunt gripped her brother so tightly, Marcus saw a creamy foaming, a physical frothing of their combined lust for each other, and the sight of it caused him to moan.

Angelique's eyes opened and her glazed expression of pleasure gave way to a look of pure abandonment as she looked into her husband's eyes. Unspoken: You like to watch, don't you? Her expression said it all. The look in her eyes spoke volumes. Angelique's features gave the impression of being sly and feline. Marcus knew that at that moment she loathed him and that to her he really was as insignificant as a turd. She was mocking him and challenging him at the same time, just by looking at him. The copper jealousy turned like a blade in his guts – he hated her - the bitch - the perverted fucking whore. She mocked him while her own brother speared her sex with his cock. She was so high and mighty.

As if reading his mind, Angelique spoke harshly. 'You're a loathsome specimen, Marcus,' she hissed, 'a non-entity, nothing.' As if to add emphasis to her vehement outburst, Angelique lifted her knees closer to her chest and spread her thighs even wider. Her brother redoubled his efforts at this sign, causing Angelique to groan loudly. 'Oh... oh, yes. Fuck me, darling. Show this maggot how I want it. How I want it so badly.'

Suddenly Marcus heard his brother grunt like an animal. He saw the boy's buttocks clench and spasm, and realised that Lawrence was coming. 'Fill her with it,' Marcus murmured. He was filled with such excitement – his wife was taking her own brother's seed. The sheer wickedness of it thrilled Marcus despite his earlier hatred for his wife, now he was overjoyed. Her depravity was complete. The sordid depths to which she had sunk were surely beyond compare. Marcus felt his own little cock stiffen in his trousers. He knew he would have to masturbate immediately or he would lose the moment. His erection was such a rarity, he understood the urgency if he wanted sexual relief.

As his wife and her brother writhed in a mutual ecstasy on the leather couch, oblivious now to even his presence, Marcus hastily unbuttoned his trousers and fished his miniscule appendage out into the light of day.

He thought of the tiny sperm which could even now be swimming with instinctive determination towards their ultimate goal. He tugged at himself with mounting excitement and watched as Lawrence pulled his still thick, semi-erect cock from his sister's oozing body. As the young man's viscous gloop slid from her smooth, sodden sex, after less than a minute of masturbation, Marcus grunted and let his own cum spray freely.

As the sweet pain wracked his body, Marcus looked into his wife's eyes and saw again the contempt. He grinned at her, his semen staining the front of his trousers and dripping onto the carpet at his feet. 'You've joined me,' he grinned at her. 'The two of you are just as bad as me, perhaps worse.' The ecstasy of his release warmed Marcus' very being. He was replete, entirely satisfied. 'There is no worse now,' he said in a low voice as his wife kissed her brother in a long, lingering kiss of pure adoration.

'No?' she said when she broke the kiss. 'You don't think I can get any worse?' Angelique laughed. 'I'm sure we can think of something. Can't we dear, Brother? You may call it "worse", you wretch, but I would call it love.'

Lawrence glanced at his sister. He knew what she meant. She was referring to their mother. Lawrence wondered what his sister could possibly have in mind. But one thing was certain – he was beyond the point of no return. He was addicted as his sister. He loved her dearly, but he was also curious to see how far her strange husband would go. 



An Awakening Ch. 04



The door opened at Lawrence's touch. He paused on the brink, uncertain now. His body tingled. He knew it was folly, this mad adventure, but he could no more stop the course he was set than he could stop the tides. There was inevitability to his actions, as though his movements were scripted and he was merely acting his part in a play. 

He looked into the room beyond the open door. A broad shaft of sunlight, its edge sharply defined, bisected the already bright room and highlighted the lazy dust motes that danced within its smile. The light came through the single window, the very window in which she had been so fatefully framed on the morning Lawrence had spied her nudity. He sighed heavily at the sudden memory of her shocking nakedness, a memory that blazed in his mind and which had caused him so much anguish.

Even though the view was restricted, Lawrence could easily picture the objects and furniture that were presently hidden. They were all familiar to him. He took a single step, and in so doing, was now beyond the point of no return. The room was both well-known and strange at the same time. He'd visited this room on many previous occasions. Its contents and their layout were like old friends, but today there was an exciting difference; this visit was illicit. This was her territory, and without her presence, Lawrence had no business to be there. 

The thrill of guilt rippled through his gut and flashed, bright and hot, inside his skull. The amoral appendage, hitherto dormant between his legs, sensed the guilt and uncurled suddenly like a serpent sensing prey. This swift rise of lust burned and mingled with the fear and excitement already surging through the young man's veins in a heady cocktail of desire, and a low moan sounded deep in his throat. Lawrence closed his eyes and recognised her scent. It was the familiar smell of her that he had known all his life. It was the imprint of her, branded forever on his senses. 

Beyond the call of reason, set on his irreversible course and mindless to discovery, Lawrence moved quickly to the bureau. The dark-wood piece of furniture held no interest for him; it was the contents he craved. There, nestled inside the open drawer! There was the prize. Soft and delicate, neatly folded, the treasure lay before him.

Lawrence lifted a piece from the trousseaux. He closed his eyes again and pressed the scrap against his cheek. It was so soft, so fragile, and he savoured the sensation of it against his own flushed skin. He brought the blue material to his lips and kissed it lightly, as though it was her flesh. 

The subtle essence of her remained; vague and undefined, but impermeable nevertheless. The light, lingering trace of her was like an apparition - part sensed and part intuitively felt - suspended beneath the laundered scent, a delicate hint of her. Lawrence couldn't resist; the tip of his tongue, timid yet eager, traced the thicker band of cloth at the point which would have been tight against the most intimate part of her. 

In his mind's eye, Lawrence imagined his tongue was pressed into the crease that had warmed the smooth, flat fabric. How would she taste? What murmur of appreciation would she let slip if he were savouring her arousal for real, and not just dreaming into this transient scrap of cloth? 

While one hand pressed the forbidden garment to his lips, the other was drawn down to the insistent ache between his legs. He fumbled with the buttons and allowed his ardour the freedom it clamoured for. The single eye cried a thick tear and Lawrence used his mother's underwear to wipe it away.

With a groan, Lawrence tightened his grip and succumbed to the rush. He was like iron against the tantalizing caress. Every sense was alive within him, the texture against his tumescence inflamed his desires, and his hand moved quickly in a desperate rhythm.

The force of his inevitable release surprised him. A sob burst from his lips when the lust rained heavily onto the carpet between his feet, and further evidence dribbled reluctantly down the face of the bureau. He tried, in a moment of sharp clarity, to stem the tide using the pathetically inadequate clothing that was creased beyond recognition and balled in his fist, but the task was beyond his capabilities.

Still lewdly exposed, Lawrence turned. The madness had cooled and he was searching desperately for some way to mask the evidence of his trespass when shock flashed red across his vision. He felt a palpable, near physical blast at the surge of adrenalin coursing through his veins as his body reacted to what his brain refused to accept. He had neglected to close the door and, with fatal inevitability, his mother was standing there now.

A near gasp split the awful silence. 'Lawrence!' 

He didn't react. There was no panicked fumble to hide himself from his mother's shocked stare. There was nothing Lawrence could do to influence time; he couldn't turn back the clock. He had been discovered so devastatingly inflagrante that it was almost comic. In another dimension, Lawrence caught sight of the dust motes still turning in their languid, unconcerned way, caught in the beam of sunlight that continued to pour into the room. 'How pretty,' he thought silently, his brain insistently detached from the full, embarrassed horror of his reality.

'Lawrence... please...' It was obvious that his mother, too, was experiencing difficulty in reconciling what she had just observed. She had faced her own period of torment following her son's accidental witnessing of her nudity at the window. She had been aroused to the point of furtive masturbation following her reciprocal appreciation of his muscled torso. During the original incident, Lawrence had gazed up at her while she had looked down upon him, and she knew in her secret heart that she had, in fact, flaunted herself to her son. She was to blame, or so she thought, for her son's fumbled attempt to kiss her during the garden picnic; just as she was to blame for this... Elisabeth struggled for a description and was found wanting.

'Lawrence, I...' Still no words would form.

Elisabeth took a step toward her son, who was standing in profile to her. Elisabeth's eyes were drawn to the thick, downward curve of him. In spite of herself, and her original rejection of her son's clumsy advances, Elisabeth felt a rush of warmth deep in her belly. The warmth grew and moved downward and Elisabeth felt a single trickle of her own desire leak from her. She saw the glistening pools dotting the carpet, and then surveyed the devastation spattered across the dark bureau. The obvious, physical evidence of her son's virility turned the trickle between her legs to flood, and Elisabeth felt the throbbing pulse at her vulva and tips of her breasts.

Lawrence turned and faced his mother fully. His face was rent with an expression of utter despair as he finally accepted the enormity of his crime. He looked down at the balled remnant of his mother's underwear, defiled and corrupted in the palm of his hand. With a grunt of disgust and self-loathing, Lawrence cast the thing aside before he pushed the offending appendage into his flies. Then, with one final glance at Elisabeth's shocked face, he pushed past his mother and out onto the landing.

For a long moment, Elisabeth remained immobile. She stared at her spoiled underwear that lay in the sunlight still blazing through the window. Then, she bent slowly and plucked it from the carpet. She uncurled the cloth as though it were a balled sheet of crumpled paper and examined the silver stains; the evidence of Lawrence's sin. 

Elisabeth recalled the image of her son in profile and the glow in her tummy grew suddenly hotter and became an insistent beat between her thighs. She could feel herself awash with her arousal, and knew that her present underclothes would be smeared with traces not dissimilar to the stains on the material she held in her hand.

Elisabeth had arrived at her open door in time to see Lawrence in the final, agonising throes of his ecstasy. She had no way of knowing what his actions had been prior to her arrival, and, in unknowing imitation, she lifted the cloth to her own lips and smeared the residue against her tongue.

***

Sleep was elusive for Lawrence that night. He lay on his back under the covers with his eyes open and stared into the dark. He sensed, rather than heard the door to his room open and he turned his head to see a figure vaguely silhouetted in the doorway. The figure remained indistinct, the dark hallway being only slightly lighter than the room, and after entering, whoever it was stood silently for several moments. 

'Mother?' Lawrence whispered uncertainly. 'Is that you?'

The door closed and Lawrence heard the swishing of feet on the carpeted floor as the shape moved towards his bed.

'Yes.' A single word in the darkness and Lawrence felt the covers lifted from him and the mattress shift with his mother's weight.

'What..?' he began, confused by his mother's unexpected appearance as well as her actions.

'Our secret,' Elisabeth whispered to her son. 'This will be our secret.' 

Shock prickled through Lawrence when he realised that his mother was naked next to him. He could feel the length of her body against his own; he felt the heat from her where her flesh touched his. Her hand found him limp and flaccid, but he grew swiftly at her touch.

'Oh God, Mother,' Lawrence groaned.

'I know you've wanted this,' Elisabeth murmured, her fist moving against her son's flesh. 'I denied it... I denied it to myself,' she continued with her son's girth in her tight grip. 'It just seemed so sordid, I mean you're my son, for God's sake, but after seeing you today... So long and so thick... I can't help it. I want you to love me. I want you to love me like a woman should be loved by a man.' Lawrence sensed his mother's anxiety despite the delicious tickle at the root of himself. 'Do you want to love me, Lawrence?' Her breath fluttered against his cheek.

'Mama,' he groaned in response. 'I've wanted to since I saw you at the window. You're so beautiful... Your body...' He moved quickly, causing his mother to release his swollen, aching member. 

He pushed his mother's legs apart and knelt inside the V. He reached out blindly and found the switch to the bedside lamp. Elisabeth blinked quickly at the unexpected light before she gazed up at her son's glorious nudity.

'Very impressive, my darling,' she giggled playfully and reached up to take him in her fist once more.

'You're so, so beautiful, Mother,' Lawrence sighed as the soft light illuminated his mother's honeyed skin.

'And so are you, my baby,' Elisabeth whispered hoarsely as her lust spread in a rosy blush upon her neck and chest. 'Use it on me,' she continued. 'Use it on me very soon.'

Lawrence growled and impatiently replaced his mother's hand with his own. He pushed the fat bludgeon against the molten heat of his mother and rubbed the length along her cleft. Elisabeth's nipples showed her desire as her hips lifted and she urgently attempted to take her son's length.

'Mother,' Lawrence gasped when he felt the truth of his mother's wanting. 'You're so wet... My God, you're absolutely sodden.'

Lawrence paused for a moment on his outstretched arms. He looked down at his mother's body and then into her love-filled eyes. Then, as he bent to kiss his mother's mouth, he allowed himself to be drawn into her.

Mother and son kissed as lovers for the first time, their tongues meeting as Lawrence sought desperately to occupy as much of her as he could physically manage. He wanted to invade her, to fill her, and to make her his own. He had loved his sister the same way only days before, but his mother was different. He needed to assert his influence and control over her from the outset. He was to be the head of the family now and his mother would have to submit to his will. It was the awakening of his dominance.

Elisabeth opened herself to her son as he lifted his torso from her after that first, hot kiss. She offered herself without reservation and was thrilled when she felt the power of him; gloriously thick and agile as they moved together so easily. She looked up at his sweet, handsome face which, at that moment, was a mask of concentration. She felt the youth and vigour of him as she ran her hands along the packed muscle of his chest and down along his flanks. Lawrence hissed and drove harder when Elisabeth dug into his taut buttocks in a frenzy of fingernails.

'You're mine,' he grunted, punctuating each word with the press of his body. 'You're all mine, every inch of you.'

'Yes,' she yielded immediately. 'I'm yours, darling.' And then shocked her lover by using language more suited to a Liverpool docker when she described what she wanted him to do to her.

The coarse obscenities, so foreign and uncharacteristic, flowed from his sweet mother's mouth and ran along the gutter of Lawrence's mind to swirl and blend in the sewer of his darkest desires. The effect upon Lawrence was devastating; that his mother knew these words... That she knew them and used them so freely now... In his mind, the woman beneath was no longer his darling Mama; she became a foul-mouthed whore who deserved to be punished.

The dark thoughts of how best to punish his slut brought Lawrence rapidly to the brink. He felt the headlong rush of his release and fell into the abyss.

Elisabeth sensed her son's departure from reality moments before his ascent to the peak, and she gloried in the pulse of him as his essence poured into her. The tiny fluttering of Lawrence's seed against her body opened the floodgates of Elisabeth's own climax and she pulled her son even tighter and closer to her with both her arms and her legs enveloping his shuddering form.

'Come to my bed, darling,' whispered Elisabeth hoarsely a few moments later. She could feel the sticky wetness of their combined sin when she walked from her son's bedroom and moved quietly along the passage. 

His mother's modesty was restored by a long, flowing nightgown when Lawrence appeared, somewhat bashfully, minutes later.

'What have we done, Lawrence?' his mother questioned.

He said nothing for a time, taking the question and tone of her voice as a sign of her shame. 

Then he spoke: 'We made love, Mother.'

Elisabeth's eyes flashed dangerously. 'Love?' You call that, "Love"?' She moved the few paces to stand before him. 'We didn't make love, Lawrence.' Her voice softened in response to her son's hang-dog expression. 'You gave me exactly what I wanted... What I asked for.' Her hand caressed his cheek and she continued. 'We will make love, right here in my bed, and very soon, but I wanted to know how you feel.'

Emboldened by his mother's statement of intent, Lawrence replied: 'I feel as though I'm taking my rightful place within the family, Mother. I should be the head. You should be here for advice and guidance, but ultimately, I should be in control.'

'And that "Control" includes me?' Elisabeth asked.

'Yes.'

Elisabeth pondered deeply for several moments. What a change in circumstance in just a few hours. The heat she had experienced between her thighs in the moments following her accidental discovery of her son in her room had been intense, overpowering, and had led to her complete abandonment of her morality. She had known her own son carnally, and now he was usurping her position at the helm.

'Allow me to influence your decision, Mother.'

The low, deep timbre of his voice and the dark look in his eye sent a glacial shard of lust through her which melted before the furnace of her renewed craving for her son.

'Oh, darling,' she murmured at the light but insistent pressure upon her shoulder from her son's hand. Elisabeth sank lightly to her knees and gazed enraptured at the unbridled tumescence that swung heavily before her face. 'Anything you desire, my Son,' she whispered finally. 'Anything you desire.'

And Lawrence smiled wickedly as his mother's mouth opened in invitation and she pulled him closer.  



An Awakening Desire



My introduction into the world of gay sex was interesting to say the least. It was at a time of mad hysteria to eliminate gays from the ranks. Though no single incident of dereliction of duty could be associated with gay sexual activity, it was often the excuse used by NIS to drum a person of gay orientation out of the service. 

I did not enter the Navy with such aspirations, not by a long shot. At the beginning I was a first rate whore. I dated and fucked women with such enthusiasm I was often sore from my exploits. I also drank too much, which more often than not contributed to my soreness. 

To say that my first exposure to gay sex was in the Navy would be inaccurate because my best friend seduced me quite successfully in high school. His mother, who was supportive of 'experimentation', helped him. It was his mother who suggested that he put the make on me, but I'll go into that later.

Josh and Steven were my best friends in the Navy. Even so, I was completely unaware of the fact that they were a couple because they were well practiced at hiding their orientation from the Navy. They had to be exceedingly careful about to whom they came out. The Navy was aggressive in its pursuit of gay men while it left lesbians alone. 

The brass did not see lesbian women as a threat to national security. On the day I arrived, Josh and Steven were in charge of billeting newly arrived personnel. As it happened there were no billets available, even though most of the barracks rooms were empty. The C.O. had been given orders to leave a certain number of barracks rooms open for immediate use by undisclosed persons. 

We never did know exactly who used the rooms but periodically the rooms were occupied for several days with the shades pulled down with nobody entering or exiting. During these times, we weren't allowed within 100 yards of the building, which was cordoned off and surrounded by black sunglass clad security types carrying heavy artillery. 

Oddly, it was so secret that no rumor started, such was the fear generated by these mysterious visitors. The cars they arrived in were driven onto the aircraft they had arrived on. Nobody ever saw them in the flesh. That was the reason I did not have a berth.

It was Friday when I reported and by the end of the day, we had met with the C.O. concerning the need for a room. He said he'd put someone on it over the weekend. Josh and Steven invited me to stay with them in their apartment. 

It was well past seven when I finally collapsed onto the spare bed where I remained until ten the next morning. Steven and Josh invited me to spend the day with them. 

We drove around town, ran errands and later rented a movie. Somewhere during the movie I fell asleep and woke up the next morning covered in a blanket and nearly naked. I don't remember taking my clothes off, but they were piled neatly next to where I slept. 

The weekend turned into a week and the week turned into a month and a month turned into six months. I had become an official roommate by the second month, and had applied for VHA and was paying my share of the rent.. In that time we became close, close friends.

I was in close proximity to them often enough to recognize certain things that suggested that there was more to their relationship than just 'friendship'. There were looks I wasn't meant to see, touches that were way more than friendly and 'moments' that indicated that these men were more than just good friends. 

However, those brief momentary interludes were not enough to confirm for sure what I was beginning to suspect. They were my friends and I really didn't care one way or the other. I'd known gay couples in the service and knew that it was more common than the brass would like to admit. I'd even heard it was common among the command ranks. I was no phobic knob so I didn't think much about it, but I was curious. One night the veil of doubt was cleared away.

Late one night while watching a movie, Steven and Josh were sharing a blanket while I hunkered in the corner of the couch under my own blanket. Steven and Josh had shared a blanket since I had moved in so I thought nothing of it especially since I had long suspected them to be a gay couple. 

The movie was kind of a slow moving flick and I dozed off toward the end. I wasn't fully asleep and was barely cognizant of the movie and the soft whispers between Steven and Josh. I heard a muffled 'ziiiiippp' and the shuffling sounds of denim. They were trying not to move too much but I was awake enough to realize that Steven was slipping his jeans down. 

"Touch me..." Steven groaned. Moving ever so slightly I shifted so I could see better apparently neither of them noticed. Josh's hand was busy under the blanket. Josh was looking into Steven's eyes as he stroked him.

"Are you sure you want to cum here?" he asked, finishing his question while nuzzling Steven's neck. 

Steven nodded and said, "Yes, Yes...I want to cum...especially with Rich nearby." He paused.. "We both want him...well; this is sort of like that isn't it?" 

Josh whispered, "Shhhh... you'll wake him." 

Steven rocked his head back and sighed "I'm going to cum soon....oh baby...oh Joshua..." 

His head jerked back suddenly and his body stiffened under the blanket. He reached for a pillow and bit into it as a low growling moan grew to a moan which he had to let out into the pillow so as not to wake me.

His body jerked suggesting that he was cumming, but I realized that he was working up to such a violent orgasm, that he might just have to yell. My cock was raging. When he came he pressed his face into the pillow and attempted to stifle the emotional ecstasy he was experiencing and came in torrents. He came so hard I thought he'd pass out.. 

"I want to fuck you," Josh hissed. 

Then Steven looked down at me and whispered softly "Let's wait a moment. I get turned on with him so near. I wish he'd wake up and catch us." 

Josh leaned against Steven's shoulder, obviously still massaging his cock. "We should come out to him before we let that happen," Josh said as he nuzzled Steven's neck. 

Steven continued to look down at me, smiled and said, "Do you think he'd join us?" 

Josh nodded. "Maybe...I wouldn't mind fucking him in the ass." 

"I get the feeling that he'd like that... a lot,". Steven replied. They then kissed passionately and Steven moaned. 

"Oh, Joshua I want him to catch us fucking... I want you to fuck him in the ass... I want to hear him beg for it... Oh baby..." 

Steven was eager to make it happen... or so it seemed but Josh would not relent. "We can talk about it in the room," he said as they stood up.

My suspicions were confirmed and I understood why they had to keep up appearances. Renting a two-bedroom apartment, as long as they behaved straight out in the Navy world NIS would leave them alone and they could live as they wished. 

The confirmation that they were a gay couple and that they wanted me to join them had a surprising effect on me. I liked the idea and wanted to follow them into their room just to see what would happen, but I thought better of it. I got hard at the thought. 

Standing my erection jammed into my jeans and I groaned in discomfort. I walked to my room, freed my cock from its confines, and sat on my bed staring down the hall to the light shining under their door wondering what was happening or would soon happen.

As their shadows passed over the door jam, I stared into the night sky, deep into space and remembered the night my best friend had seduced me. We had been drunk and watching porn. Later, he slipped in a gay porn flick, which being drunk led us to 'act out'. 

The end result was that we spent the evening with my head in his lap sucking his cock with his fingers poking around my ass. That led to me lying face down on a sleeping bag with his hard cock pressing against my waiting hole.. I buried my face into an over stuffed pillow as he lay on top of me and slowly and gently pushed his well-lubricated cock into me. 

It all seemed so natural that I easily took his cock into me. Not a shock of pain met me as he pushed in with one long, slow stroke until his pelvis touched my ass. Hands on hips he fucked me slowly at first until we got used to the sensation and it wasn't long before he shot his first load...deep inside me, the first of many that night.

First, I was on hands and knees. Later I was leaning against the rail while he pressed against me pumping his cock into me with short, hard thrusts; later still, I lay on my back as he fucked me savagely under the stars. The cool night air had surrounded my body as his hot cock warmed me from the inside. 

I do not remember how many times he came in my ass that night, but I loved it every time he did. The next few months were spent naked whenever we could manage it, most often with his hands on my hips as he pounded his cock into me or with my face in his lap sucking his cock dry of cum.

Oddly, neither of us considered ourselves gay, I guess because we never kissed. I guess that was one of our limits, we could fuck and suck but kissing was too 'gay'. We did discover an unusual affection for one another having shared such physical intimacy. 

When his parents decided to move away he and I made arrangements to spend a weekend at a cabin his parents had often rented. We spent the whole weekend naked. Not a stitch of clothing hit our bodies the whole time and we spent a lot of time in the hot tub, shower, couch and finally the bed where we did everything but sleep.

Apparently, they had a rather sexually free mindset in this family.. She encouraged him to fuck whoever he wished and he in turn encouraged her to 'play' with whoever he was playing with to 'check' them out which she did on several occasions. 

The first time was for helping her clean out the garage after which she poured me a beer and invited me to the living room. After my third beer, she disappeared for a moment then came back wearing a short, short robe and nothing else. She dropped to her knees and before I could react, had my jeans around my ankles, her mouth on my cock.

The second time was for helping her clean the yard. From that point forward, she had her mouth on me for no specific reason sometimes just for being there at the right time. I was never allowed to fuck her. It seems she was, in her mind at least, attempting to be faithful to her marriage while still indulging herself.

I was lost in these thoughts when Steven came down the hall. He was standing in the door, as I lay on the bed naked with my erection raging when he cleared his throat. "I was going to cover you up. I didn't realize that you were awake," he said.I threw a blanket over my hard on. Standing in the doorway was Steven fidgeting with his robe.

"What were you thinking about?" he asked staring at my cock. What made me come clean at that moment I'll never truly know, because I was thinking of a plausible lie even as the truth came flowing from my lips.

"I was remembering the time my best friend seduced me and wondering what would happen if I walked into your room naked."

Before I could catch myself, I had spilled it. As the words left my lips, Steven's mouth dropped open and he nearly fell off the edge of the bed where he had just taken a seat. 

"You w-w-want to join us?" he asked clearly shaken by the revelation and my apparent willingness and the fact that I had just blurted it out as a matter-of-fact. 

Then he realized what I'd said and his mind locked in on my confession.

"Y-your best friend seduced you? He or she?" he asked urgently, voice shaking noticeably.

My heart leaped into my throat as I croaked out, "H-he." 

"You've been with a man, sexually?" he said clearly astonished. I nodded feeling my heart rate increase so that I felt as though there were a vibrator in my chest. 

"How far did you go?" he asked.. Nervously I sat up. Shifting his position on my bed, I noticed that his cock was growing. 

Again, my mouth went off before my brain could stop it, "How can you be hard again after cumming so hard just a few minutes ago?" 

He stared at me a long moment. "You saw that? I thought you were asleep." He was clearly shaken.

I nodded again and said, "I watched everything from the time your jeans unzipped to when you came. It was hard to miss really and I heard what you and Josh were saying about me. That is what got me thinking about Ray again." 

Seizing the opportunity Steven again asked how far we had gone. I filled him in on all the details, leaving out no detail. 

As I relayed the events of that night and the relationship that followed he leaned back onto his elbow and deliberately moved his robe out of the way to uncover his full 8" erection. 

There was a smirk on his lips and a yearning in his eyes as he displayed his cock to me. "Did you like sucking cock?" he asked as my eyes moved to his erection. 

My voice choked off as I nodded. 

"And did you like getting fucked?" he asked placing particular emphasis on the last word. My heart was in my throat as I nodded slowly. He smiled gently staring into the night then down the hall toward the room where Josh waited. 

"S-so you heard everything we said huh?" he asked finally. I nodded. He paused again and stared down the hall. "I'm sure you'd enjoy yourself and I know that Josh and I would, if you joined us tonight but I'd like to talk to you a little more about this before that happens. Would tomorrow be ok?"

I nodded my head as my entire body began to shake from nervous excitement. "To talk?" I asked.

He paused a moment and then said, "Well that depends on you. We'll discuss 'that' tomorrow and see where it leads."

Before I knew it he reached for my hand and placed it on his cock. I automatically began caressing it with my open palm. "I have to leave in a minute. Mmmm... Ok, ok. I'll see if Josh is ok with adding a new member to our play time." He paused.  

I nodded and gripped his cock, firmly placing my mouth on his head remembering the warmth I'd so often enjoyed on my lips again. He rocked his pelvis and I accepted his head into my mouth tasting the saltiness of his last orgasm still dripping out of the opening. 

His warm hands slid down the back of my neck and stroked my neck putting pressure to indicate that I should proceed further. Taking his signal I slid my lips over his cock a few inches further feeling his skin slide over my tongue savoring the memory of having done this so many times for Ray, wanting it, missing it...craving it. 

"Oh...this is good," he said moaning obvious approval. Before I could get into a proper rhythm, he pulled out of my hungry mouth. "As much as I would love for this to continue, Josh is waiting." He paused then said, "If you want, I'll leave the door cracked so you can watch, ok?" 

I nodded. Steven moved toward me and whispered, "I want you to watch." He got up, strode down the hall and disappeared behind the door. He closed it partially behind him.

I waited a few minutes until I heard a loud moan. I moved down the hall and sat against the wall so that I could see into the partially opened door. 

What met my eyes were two muscular men devoid of body hair. One on his hands and knees facing me with his eyes closed, Steven, and Josh immediately behind him with one hand on his hips and the other on his cock guiding it into Steven. 

Steven's mouth gaped open as Josh penetrated him. He then opened his eyes and looked right into mine, smiled and said, "Babe how badly do you want to fuck Rich?" His eyes never left mine as he asked this.

"Are you serious?" Josh was taken back by the question. "I'd love to fuck him." 

Steven laughed softly and pressed himself further onto Josh's cock. "Ok then, I want your permission to seduce him."

Josh looked lovingly down at Steven. "Why?" 

Smiling his eyes never broke away from mine, "I want to watch his beautiful face as your cock enters him, gently and slowly until he begs you to fuck him hard and deep. I think he wants to be fucked in the ass and suck a cock, again." He said staring into my eyes as Josh pressed his groin hard against him. 

It was a few moments before Josh reacted to his words finally comprehending what they meant. "Again?!" Steven pressed himself against Josh who was turning red with excitement. "You mean he's been with a man before? How do you know?" 

Steven stared right at me and said, "I heard him talking in his sleep just now, as I went to cover him up. I'll need a day with him to know for sure though." His eyes closed as Josh pulled half way out and slowly pressed back in again. As his groin touched base once again, Josh leaned down and kissed Steven on the neck. 

"One day? You must be pretty confident," Josh said softly, eyes closed as he slowly rotated his pelvis into Steven. "Will that be enough time?" he asked trying not to sound too excited. 

Steven smiled and pressed himself against Josh.. "I think so," he said. His eyes never left mine during the entire conversation. "If I'm successful I'll call you at work ok?" They fell silent as they both now were concentrating on fucking.

Josh started slowly and leaned back slightly as he gripped Steven by the hips and pulled his cock out...then slowly pushed the entire length back into him to the hilt. Steven's mouth opened in what appeared to be ecstasy at having been impaled so thoroughly. 

His eyes never left mine as he said, "Just think, you could be doing this to Rich tomorrow night." Josh apparently liked that idea and began slamming his cock into Steven who was soon lost in the pounding he was receiving. His head hung down as he met each thrust and moaned as their skin slapped together again, and again. 

I was mesmerized by the sight of it. For a few minutes they fucked in this manner, sweat dripping as they fucked. Then Steven rose onto his knees and cried out as his cock shot cum at least 6 inches in multiple spurts, each landing on his pillow, which I noticed was covered in a towel. His orgasm was nearly as powerful as the one I'd witnessed earlier. Only now I could see that he was shooting an impossible amount of cum. 

His face was distorted in what appeared to be a combination of pain and pleasure as he folded himself back into a semi-fetal position as his muscles contracted with one last orgasm...which caused him to cry out. His eyes were full of tears....he was cumming still...a deep, deep orgasm... 

Josh stiffened... and his mouth opened as if to scream... only nothing came... as he rocked his head back... I saw every muscle in his body contract... as with one last thrust he drove deeply into Steven who was now panting... and barely conscious. Josh convulsed in silence... struggling to stifle a scream of ecstasy... as he emptied his balls into Steven. 

When he was spent, he fell or more accurately collapsed onto Steven's back, which gently supported his weight, while he folded up the towel and tossed it on the floor before lying face down on the bed.

When he had gathered himself, he winked at me. "Babe," Steven said.

"What?" Josh replied snuggling closer to Steven.

"What are my limitations with regard to Rich tomorrow?"

There was a pause and a thoughtful 'Hmm' from Josh as he pondered the question. "You do what you have to do, but I want his ass first, ok?" Steven smiled as Josh wrapped his arms around his waist. The light went off. 

I went to bed and brought myself to a screaming orgasm, the howl from which I failed to suppress. With the combination of the late hour, excitement and my own stronger than usual orgasm I fairly passed out. During the night, there was a period where I was aware of Steven standing over me as he covered me with a blanket.

Waking up with a heavy blanket over my naked body was confirmation that I had been visited again by Steven. It was late morning when I woke to the smell of coffee and Steven sitting alone at the table smiling a warm, knowing smile. Sitting down at the table, he poured me a coffee. "Well?" he asked.