5 comments/ 72894 views/ 14 favorites Discovering Lex By: ThaMonk Part 1 There are times in your life when you are confronted with a situation that is at once the worst thing imaginable, and the greatest of all opportunities. The shock of the former blinds you to the latter, and you invariably miss that one chance. But, then again... Things began to spin out of control just over a week ago. I guess you could say they actually started 18 years ago, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I was rambling around the house, looking for my video camera. There was a new property that had been listed by the Real Estate firm I maintain a web-site for and they wanted me to start putting together a "digital tour" for potential buyers. I have a professional video crew contracted that actually puts together the final product, but I lay the ground work with my personal cam. I always know best to start my search in my daughter's room. Lex (Alexis actually, but try and call her that these days and you're likely to get a Doc Marten's hurled at your head) has been addicted to the thing lately, videotaping virtually everything she sees, and piecing the experiences together in these odd, artsy little montages with her friend Tam (again it's Tammy, and again "boot to head" if it's uttered in her presence...). They have been tight ever since we moved to town 3 years ago, after my wife Penny died of ovarian cancer. The death and the move had rough on both of us. I became immersed in growing my web design business, and Lex, well, Lex became fairly dark. They call it Goth now, with that growling, grinding, music that accompanies it. When I was young, and it wasn't all THAT long ago, it was Alice Cooper and Black Sabbath. Moody and off-putting, but harmless as long as you try and keep some contact with reality. Luckily Lex still did. Tam helped immensely with that as they developed a close friendship, though she was even deeper into the whole scene than my Lex. "Ahhh, here it is," I muttered to no one in particular as I grabbed the cam from Lex's bedside table. As I walked out, I couldn't help but be entranced by the sheer amount of pictures, posters, collages, and detritus coating the walls of my daughter's room. She had an artistic bent rooted deep within her; definitely her mother's contribution. Even her little video montages, head-ache inducing as they could be, showed a talent that belied her 18 years on the planet. I closed her door, and headed off to my study. Sitting down at my desk, I remembered that I had a few invoices that needed to be sent off to the accountant. I may be a full fledged member of the digital generation, but the IRS has a thing about hard-copies. Flipping through the piles of paper on my desk, I happened to glance at the camera and I noticed that it still had a tape in it. Usually Lex whips those out fairly fast and begins furious editing on her computer. "Either she hasn't gotten around to using it, or..." my thought broke off, should I preview the raw footage of her latest production, if any was there? "What the hell, I could do without digging around for a blank tape if nothing's on it..." That bow to laziness set me on the path I find myself on right now... "Oh---my---fucking---god..." this phrase began ricocheting around the inside of my skull as the tape began to unwind before me. There, on my computer screen, was Tam, naked as the day she was born, stretched out on a bed in a room that looked like it could have been the twin to my Lex's. Not only stretched, but bound to the four posts of the bed, her legs obscenely spread open before the camera's lens. My brain seemed to lock up, unable to process this for what it was. I couldn't move to shut down the astonishing performance that was, apparently, just getting started. In the past few years, I had seen Tam nearly as much as I had seen Lex; they were that inseparable. She had the full compliment of piercing, eyebrows, nose, center of the nose, lip, and what looked like a metal shop attached to each of her ears. Naked now, on that bed, my eyes locked on her other piercings---ones I could never have imagined her having. Her pink button nipples were fully ringed, and there seemed to be at least three in her rapidly moistening, fully shaved young pussy. "Okay Tom, she's ready for you now..." came the voice from behind the camera. Lex's voice. I think my heart actually seized up for a micro-second as I instantly recognized her dusky voice. And then it seized again when I comprehended who "Tom" actually was. Tom Haley, Tam's father, strolled into the frame--right on cue. Full-on shock now controlled me. My eyes were locked on the unimaginable. I knew this man--or I thought I did. I had commiserated with him over the pit-falls of single parenthood and dating from that position. We'd eaten at his house. He and his daughter had been to pool parties here. I played GOLF with the guy, for Christ's sake! As he drew closer to his daughter, splayed out on her bed before him, I began to think of other uses for my 2 iron. "She's pretty tasty today, Tom...this ought to be a hot one..." Lex's voice sounded once again from behind the camera. All of my murderous thoughts were flushed away, along with what was left of my senses as those words sank in. Lex wasn't only the camera "man", she was directing this little abomination! With a tangible sense of glee, no less! It's difficult to describe what flowed into my head next. The words, "She's pretty tasty today..." echoed in my ears, and lit in my mind a scene I could no more shut out than I could move to turn off the camcorder. There they were, in my mind's eye, Lex strapping Tam down; Lex, kneeling between those pale legs of Tam's, her studded tongue and full, blood-red lips working on Tam's pierced, bald, and ever-so-damp cunt. My mind had gone completely away, and now it was replaced by something that shocked me right to my core. I instantly became as hard as I had ever been in my life. The tape played on, as I sat paralyzed by what I was witnessing. Tom, dropping his robe, exposing his hard cock to his bound daughter. His daughter, smiling a smile that I recognized from the last time I had made love to a woman. Flashing white desire poured from her face as her father mounted the bed, straddled her chest, wound his fingers in his hair, and thrust his cock into her welcoming mouth. The camera's position moved from across the room, swaying and bobbing a little, yet holding the scene in frame, until it was right next to the action. I focused on Tam's eyes as they rolled back in her head in ecstasy. On her throat as it bulged again and again as her father (HER FATHER!) fucked her face like a cheap whore. I couldn't believe that a girl as tiny as Tam could take that much cock into her mouth and throat without something breaking or ripping. Her skills made me flush even darker, and my restrained hardness throbbed against my clothes. "Fuck her hot little face, Tom, fuck the taste outta her mouth!" Lex was now audibly panting as the scene continued. From the growing unsteadiness of the footage, I could tell she was pleasuring herself. Pictures of my dark, but sweet little girl, fingering herself while she captured all this on tape burned themselves into my brain. Licking her full, cupid's bow lips, tasting the remnants of Tam's juices still on them. It was all too much for me! Grabbing my hardness through my drum-head-tight khakis, I twisted and pulled just a few times and exploded! As I panted uncontrollably, the dark stain began to spread across the front of my pants. A stain that made me complicit in this perverse spectacle. For the first time since the death of my wife I was completely lost. At some point, I snapped back into reality. "Jesus, it's nearly 3:00!" Lex would be home anytime within the next half hour. My hands scrambled across my desk and shut off the camcorder. "What the hell am I gonna do now?!" The question was about as sensible as I could manage at the moment. Without thinking, I re-wound the tape, jumped from my chair and ran to Lex's room. Bursting in, I repositioned the camcorder where I had found it, and walked hurriedly to my bedroom. With every step now, I could feel the wetness inside my pants. The reminder of what had seemed like a fever dream was real and tangible. I stripped down quickly and threw my clothes into the hamper just outside my bathroom door. Quickly, I turned on the shower and jumped inside to wash all the evidence of what had just transpired away. In the billowing steam of my shower, I lost myself again. "Should I confront her about this?", the questions began to come... "What does that even mean--confront?" Every scenario played out with the most horrific results. Horrible scandal. The total loss of my daughter. Anger. Repulsion. Hate. Fear. All these questions, visions, and emotions spun in my head like the spokes in a wheel. Also, however, desire crept in. As much as I tried to broom it out of my mind, the desire that video tape had sparked in my groin was breaking through; flooding my conscious mind. It wasn't the images of Tom Haley madly throat-fucking his daughter that had made me lose complete control of myself. It was what I had seen in my own mind. The pictures I had created in my head of Lex eating out Tam's cunt. Of Lex, fingering herself as she taped the scene. Of Lex, standing there naked as the day she was born. Her pert breasts shaking with an on-coming orgasm. Her ragged, raspy breathing. Her sweet juices flowing down her thighs... I was hard again. Just as hard as before. My hand reached down as though controlled by another power. The whole scene replayed for me, but this time Lex was strapped down on that bed, and it was MY cock driving into her sweet mouth. MY fingers wound in her jet black hair, yanking her head tight against my body. MY load pumping deep into her welcoming throat. I exploded again. The force of it drained nearly all the strength from me and I bent nearly in half at the waist as it finished, bracing myself against the front of the shower with my outstretched left arm. Down the hall, as I breathed raggedly in near exhaustion, I heard her. "Dad, I'm home!" Part 2 Denial can be a difficult thing, after witnessing such a spectacle. But that was the only course of action I felt I could live with. I loved my daughter, and the relationship we had. As repelled as I was by the display put on by Tom Haley and his daughter Tam, my little girl was involved so deeply that the situation couldn't be revealed without severe damage to my Lex. As odd as it sounds, I decided to try my best and live life as though the world I had peeked into was nothing more than a bad dream. For the next week, I kept as busy as was entirely possible with the details of my work. I tried my best to not be distant from Lex but, after a week of this, she began to notice. "Hey, dad," she asked me as I rushed about the kitchen yesterday morning, "is there something wrong? Having trouble with work or something?" There, at the table, beneath all the black eye-liner, the dyed jet-black hair, the pale make-up, blood-red lipstick, and piercings, was my beautiful and ever sensitive daughter. For the first time in a week, I took her in as a whole. For the first time in her life, I noticed she wasn't just my daughter. In another four months, she'd be off to college. A woman on her way to the rest of her life. And after what I'd witnessed on her tape, she'd already begun running down that road. "Dad?" She asked again, breaking my wandering thoughts. "Oh...sorry sweetie," I exhaled as my mind returned to the room, "I've just been a little, um, pre-occupied these past few days. I've got a lot of things on my plate." No shit Sherlock, I thought to myself. "Well, I hope everything works out okay," she said as she got up from the table, a strawberry breakfast pastry lightly gripped in her black nailed hand, "I've got to get to school. Will you be home when I get back today?" "Dunno, I've got to get that walk through finished at the new listing. The video crew is on a tight schedule. But it shouldn't be much later than five when I get back." As she passed me on the way to the door, she brushed a brief kiss on my cheek and I involuntarily flushed at the gesture. "Okay, well, I'll see you for dinner then, 'k?" She threw a little wave at me as she passed out the kitchen door. I felt a rush of relief that she didn't notice my blush. As I turned to leave, I absentmindedly rubbed my cheek. Looking at my hand, I saw a trace of her lipstick there. My heart pounded, and I flushed once again... It was around 5:30 as I walked in the kitchen door from the driveway. It was unlocked, but there didn't seem to be a soul around. Usually there'd be some dark anthem or another grinding away on the stereo as Lex worked her dark magic on our evening dinner. I walked across the kitchen to the fridge to see if she had just popped out for something when I saw it, lying there on the counter of the prep island in the middle of the kitchen. A riding crop. For a second it seemed like the funniest thing in the world to find. Then, it began to sink in. This sick little game had just spilled into my house. I grabbed the crop, and a butcher knife. If that bastard Haley was here with my little girl, he would leave my house feet first. I walked through the house, but I could see no signs of anyone around. Lex's room was empty, mine as well. No one in the study or the spare room. At that point, my anger turned to fear. What had happened to my little girl?! My search took me back down the stairs to the living room. I walked through, to the laundry room and, just inside, I could hear something. Through the door to the basement, I could hear soft music rising. I gripped the knife tighter and turned the doorknob. The basement seemed to be illuminated by flickering candle light as I peered down the stairs, trying to adjust to the near darkness below. I flipped the switch with the knuckle of my right hand, but, nothing doing. The lights weren't going to come on. Tentatively, I moved down the stairs, ever mindful of the sharp, 7" blade I carried in my right hand. As I reached the bottom, I turned my gaze over the entire room. At that second, my heart began to pound as hard as it ever had. In the center of the room, illuminated by a ring of black candles was Lex. Not standing. Not sitting. Not laying down. My beautiful daughter was suspended an inch or two above the floor, her arms and legs forming a straining "X", ankles and wrists spread wide apart, held that way by two separate spreader bars. Her head was bowed forward, her jet black hair cascading down to the tops of her beautifully shaped breasts. I couldn't react for a moment as I caught my breath at both the horror and beauty of the scene. "Daddy?" she asked quietly as she raised her head to face me. I rushed immediately over to her, shocked out of my paralysis. "Oh god, baby! Are you okay?!" I immediately dropped the knife and the crop to the floor and cradled her face in my hands. Slowly her eyes met mine. She took a breath and then, in a half-whisper came these words: "I'll be better once you do to me what you've been dreaming about all week.." I jerked as though I'd been hit with a jolt of electricity. "What...what did you just say?" "I know you found that tape," she continued. "I left it there for you to find. Just like right now, like am, placed for you to discover..." She rolled her eyes back in her head just a bit as that thought left her, and licked her lips slowly. "Mmmm, daddy, I've been dreaming of this for over a year now..." "Of...." I was in an even deeper state of shock than I had been when I saw the tape. And, again, I felt the same reaction. The hardness was instantly back. "Tam and I have been at each other's panties for almost the entire time I've known her. Licking, fucking, sucking each other until we couldn't see straight," Lex's breathing began to match mine now, slightly labored and deep. Her eyes bored into mine again, "And as fun as that was, it just wasn't enough. We both needed cock, to be fucked hard and deep by something neither of us had... But then again, we discovered we did..." She laughed just a bit, and it unnerved me with it's darkness and self-possession. It also served to excite me all the more. My dick pressed painfully against my now-tight jeans. Lex continued, "Both Tam and I have our daddies. She got hers. Now, I want mine." I had never heard anyone express desire so plainly before in my life. Looking into her eyes I saw a flash of fire I couldn't deny any longer. My hands moved to shed my clothes. In what seemed like a second, I stood before my suspended daughter completely naked. The air seemed to have been sucked out of the room. "Now, give me what I have been wanting for so long," with each word, her voice grew louder, more demanding, more sensual until she finally nearly screamed, "Fuck me harder than you've ever thought about fucking a woman in your life!" With those words just out of her mouth I jammed two fingers directly into her sopping cunt, the feeling of them entering her caused her to throw her head back in ecstasy. I grabbed her tightly spread body like a wild animal grips a fresh kill. My teeth on her nipples, her neck, biting, drawing blood, hearing her scream out in pleasure. My arms wrapped around her, my hands gripping her taut ass, squeezing them, digging my nails, bracing her body for what was to come. Her head spun and bobbed, pain and pleasure and gasping screams escaping her between gulps of thick air. Her teeth and lips finding my neck and shoulders, biting and sucking. Finally, I could hold back no more. Pivoting my hips, my the head of my achingly hard cock pressed just at the entrance of her dripping pussy. I looked her straight in the eye, and she stared right back. A grin spread across her face and the candle light glinted off her brown eyes. At that second, I plunged every inch of myself deep into her. Her scream tore into my ear, and every muscle in her body tensed at the onslaught. She began alternating between crying and laughing and moans of pleasure. I drilled into her so hard the skin on my cock felt as though it would peel right off from the force, bucking against her, slamming my hips into hers, I lost whatever control I had left inside me. "Fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can!" She screamed out again. Words escaped me as I felt her hot tightness contract around my thrusting cock. All I could do was grunt, and breathe and grunt again as I banged into my sweet little Lex. Then I felt it...The whole week of desire began to pool deep inside me, and I could feel it begin to make its way out. With one last violent thrust I burst deep in her. It felt like the cum would never stop firing as her tight cunt spasmed around me. She screamed and screamed again in an orgasmic fury, but I could barely hear her any more. My muscles relaxed, and I fell away from her, and collapsed in a heap before her body. She hung limply against her bonds, head bowed forward again, bobbing up and down as she panted. I could see the lips of her bald pussy, swollen now, my seed dripping from them, streaks of cum and flop-sweat running down her beautiful legs. Slowly, my gaze ran up her slack body. The perfect curve, distorted by her position, those perfect breasts, now covered in bite marks, and finally her face. I could see her smiling, tired yet satisfied... It's now the morning after, and I am sitting here at my laptop, ten feet away from my naked, sleeping daughter. There on the bed, dead to the world, her amazing ass peaking from beneath the sheets of my bed. She still has that smile on her face. Discovering Lynn I pulled into my driveway and killed the engine. It had been a hard week at the office and I was looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend. As I sat there de-stressing, Lynn, my neighbor came out of her front door. She saw me sat in the car and shouted over. "Hey lazy, get your shorts on and come for a run!" I waved and shouted back. "Maybe tomorrow. I need to clean up and eat." We had been unofficial running partners for a year or two now. I have been single for three years, ever since my wife ran off with my business partner. It had been the best gift either of them could have given me. My marriage had been a sham and the business has been on the rise ever since he ran and let me to run it on my own. Lynn had been married also but sadly her husband had been killed in a automobile accident just after they had moved into the house about five years ago. We had managed to stay platonic friends all that time, although there was always rumors drifting around about the two of us. Our houses are the only two at the end of a wooded road. They were the first of a subdivision that were going to be built just before the crash in '08. The developers went bankrupt and the rest of the division never got completed. We both managed to buy the houses at really good prices and as we both love peace and quiet, they are the perfect homes for us. As for our sex lives, they stay completely separate from our friendship. Not that I don't think she is hot. About 5'5" 110# Long straight blond hair and very bright blue eyes. A figure that fills the Lycra tops and shorts that I see her in very well. A nice tight butt and very perky breasts. There have been a few times when it has been difficult to run with her and the raging erection in my shorts. But we have built a friendship that is easy to live with. She has never brought anyone home, but she does have a few girlfriends that she goes on vacation with. I'm not saying she is gay, just that I think she tends to let her hair down a little when she is away and maybe risks a few one night stands. She always seems to have a glow about her when she come back from these vacations and it's not just the tan. My sex life on the other hand is, well, on the other hand mainly. I've never been a big lover of nightclubs and bars so there is not a lot of possibilities to meet someone. I have dated a few ladies I met through work, but they never turn out to be my type. Not to say I didn't explore every possibility with these ladies, but they are pretty few and far between. I watched her run down the road and around the corner, before getting out of the car and walking inside. I threw my bag on the chair and dragged myself up the stairs and stripped off as I went. I threw the clothes into the laundry basket in the bathroom, before turning on the shower and stepping in. The shower setting was the sharp needle like pulses and along with the high temperature it made my skin tingle to almost a masochistic level. I eventually turned it to the soft rain setting and began to lather myself up. When I got to between my thighs I stroked and squeezed my balls before sliding my hand along my hardening shaft. I thought about the brunette with the tight arse at the office. How she always seemed to bend over to pick things up with her butt so close I could reach out and slip my hand up her short tight skirt to find she is not wearing underwear. Of course I had never found the courage to do this, but it seemed she was constantly teasing me. What would she do if I did slide my hand up and stroke her pussy lips with my fingers. Would she be shaved? Yes. Would she already be wet and open? Yes. Would she pull her skirt up over her butt so I could slip down behind her and drive my tongue deep into her pussy? Oh god yes! Would she cum in my mouth if I rubbed her clit and licked all the way up her slit and then back down to her brown little rosebud. Oh fuck yes she would squirt all over my face. Stand up and drive this hard cock deep into her pussy. Pound it! Make her scream. Oh yes, shoot all that cum deep into her womb, fill her up! Oh Fuck! My cum shot across the shower and slid down the wall. Yes this was my sex life. I finished showering and threw on a pair of sleep pants and a t shirt. I went to the kitchen and made myself some dinner before sitting down at the computer to check my emails, I ate the stir fry as I repeated the same old routine I usually did each night. Emails then check Skype for any messages from the few girls I had managed to meet online and play with. None this evening. Then onto one of my favorite websites for extreme bikinis. I'm not sure what it was that attracted me to this site. It could be the fact they showed real girls wearing the products. They ran a competition where girls could send in photo sets of themselves wearing the bikinis and have them posted to the website gallery if they were good enough. The thought of these women wearing and not wearing these tiny bits of material and meeting them on a beach somewhere, watching the look in their eyes as they inspected the bulge in my shorts and unspeakably encouraged me to undress and be as naked and free as they were. What would happen next? A hot steamy, sand covered fuck before doing it again in the ocean. I realized I had my hand on my crotch and was already waking it up. I opened the website and went to the competition gallery page. There were usually four or five new entries a week and I had managed to stay away fro the site for almost a week so I had plenty to enjoy this evening. The first woman was a blonde in her forties with a tight body, improved breasts and was wearing a blue bikini that just covered the auroras but left no question about the shape and size of her nipples. Her bottoms were not covering both lips totally and depending on the pose she took either showed the left pussy lip or the right. A rear view shot showed that the string at the back not only did not cover the tight brown rosebud but seemed to accentuate the fact that she would probably take it in the arse at the drop of a hat. It didn't take many photos before they showed her gradually losing the bikini and posing by the pool at the resort. I refrained from getting my hard cock out of the sleep pants. I was going to make myself wait until I had inspected all five entries and then go back and choose the best to jack off to. The next female was a young Asian and during the course of the photo set she was seen wearing and removing three different styles of bikini while walking along a beach. The shots were very sensually done but she looked like she spent a lot of time using weights and her muscles were a touch too masculine for my taste. She also had fake tits and I've never been a fan of big solid breasts. The third girl was a ebony colored beauty wearing a dark brown micro two piece that from a distance made her appear as if she was naked. It wasn't until the camera got close that you could see the material and then realize she needn't have bothered to wear it unless you wanted to sniff and taste it later as her tiny bottoms spent most of the photo shoot inside her fleshy smooth pussy lips, and there was definitely evidence that she was enjoying wearing it, glistening on her inner thighs. Her nipples were only covered on two of the photos as she had beautiful large natural breasts that probably moved too much for the small pieces of material to be effective, All in all, a good candidate for my wank fest shortly. I opened the fourth set and it was a petite blond girl... wait a minute, I recognize that face! It was Lynn from next door! On the website she called herself Nina but it was definitely the girl who had frequented the majority of my wet dreams over the last few years. Usually I zipped through the photo sets and then returned to study them closer later, but with 'Nina' I clicked the slideshow button to take me slowly through the set. She started with a small white bikini and a white lacy wrap shirt that only just reached below her butt cheeks. Her tanned skin contrasted perfectly with her blond hair and the white material. There were a few shots of her leaning back against a tree. The next couple were of her facing the tree and she had lost the wrap. Her smooth tight butt was enticing as the thin string went from the waistband and disappeared between her cheeks. The next shot was her looking wistfully away across the beach and the wind had picked up her hair and swept it out behind her. The wind must have been cool as her nipples were very noticeable, pushing the thin material. The next shot was her standing in the same pose but the camera was coming from below, looking up at her. The outline of her pussy was showing through the thin tight material, but there was something else pushing the material out. Oh my god she was wearing jewelry down there! The next couple of shots were of her walking in the water. Then a couple action shots of her dipping under the water and coming back out with the camera catching her hair once again flying but this time with water flying from it. The next was a really pretty shot of her laughing but what made it almost hard to comprehend was the water had caused the white material to become transparent. Nothing was being hidden anymore and her niples and aurora were plain to see as well as her pussy lips and the silver horseshoe hanging from her clit ring. All this time I had managed to keep my hands of myself but I suddenly felt very warm and shed the t shirt, stood up and slid the pants down leaving my cock about as hard as it has ever been. I still didn't touch it though and sat down with the shaft sticking upright and my ball sack pulled up to almost sit on my thighs. The next shot was a killer. She was on her hands and knees in the surf and the camera was looking straight at her arse and pussy. You could easily see the outline of her pussy lips and the bulge made by the pussy jewelry. But then the next shot was identical but she had removed her top and you could see her firm 32C breasts swinging beneath her. They were everything I had ever dreamed they would be and more. Whenever we had been together it was when we were running and she would be wearing a sports bra. It had always been a life quest to see, maybe even fondle her breasts as well as her tight butt that drove me crazy if she ran in front of me. It was taking every bit of willpower to not grab my cock and start stroking one off, but I wanted this to be special and if it meant extreme balls ache then so be it. The next shot she had turned over and was sat in the wet sand with her knees apart and her hands supporting her from behind. Just the perfect pose for me to dive between those thighs and start lapping at her pussy. Further inspection showed that the material had slid slightly to one side revealing most of her pussy lip on that side as well as the silver horseshoe that had slipped out from behind the material. The next shot was the one that did it for me. She was knelt on the sand with the surf rushing between her thighs. She was looking down to the side in a demure way with her hand on one of her breasts and her other hand pushing her hair away from her face. But what made me take my meat in my hand was she had removed her bottoms and the horseshoe was hanging freely but you could tell the water rushing between her thighs was tapping it. The look on her face could only mean one thing. The ocean was making her cum. I had no sooner grabbed my meat than my cum shot up in the air in probably the strongest spurts in a very long time, and landed all over my chest. It wasn't the last time that evening that I brought myself off to her photos. I also printed off the last few and took them to the bedroom. I slipped them into some frames and hung them on the wall. Yes my name is Dan and I am a sex addict. I lay in bed that night, with my balls aching from all the cum production they had done that evening. What was my next move? Do I say nothing and just secretly masturbate over her pictures every day? Do I confront her with the pictures and demand a second showing? I decided to be a little subtle over it but definitely see if I could take it to another level. I didn't see her over the next few days as we were extremely busy at work and it meant me staying late each evening. Saturday morning I got up, ate breakfast and decided to do some yard work. I was just getting the mower started when Lynn came out of her front door. Hi neighbor!" she called over merrily. She was wearing a pair of cut off denim shorts and a white tank top. Here it was. All or nothing. "Hey Nina, how are you this morning?" She stopped in her tracks and looked at me with a strange quizzical look on her face "What did you just call me?" she said with a slight tremble in her voice. "I called you Nina because you remind me of a goddess I know called Nina" I said softly. I had walked towards her and was now standing directly in front of her. She looked at the ground and mumbled "I knew I should never have listened to her" "Who?" I asked "My so called best friend. She was the one who took the photos. But wait a minute... where did you see them?" "On the website" "What website?" "Extreme bikinis." Lynn looked at me and I saw anger flash across her face. "That cow promised me she wouldn't publish mine. Just hers." "Are you saying she also had a set of photos?" Yeah, she had me take some really raunchy ones. It's a wonder you didn't remember them." I suddenly remembered that in my state of lust that evening I had failed to check out the fifth set of photos. I took her hand gently 'Lynn" She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "Those photos she took of you were beautiful. In fact I have to say something I have wanted to say for a very long time. You are extremely beautiful." "You really think so? "Of course. I just wished I'd told you a lot sooner." "Dan will you do me a big favor?" "Yes, what can I do for you?" I was shaking with both fear and anticipation. Fear that she didn't feel the same way as I did about her and anticipation that maybe she did and our relationship was about to change dramatically. "Would you show me the website that you saw my photos on?" "of course, do you mean to tell me you haven't seen the photos?" "Well I saw them on the screen of the camera just after we took them, but I haven't seen the edited shots." I invited her to follow me into the house and led her into the living room where my laptop was sitting on the coffee table. I gestured for her to take a seat on the sofa and sat next to her while I logged into my laptop. I couldn't help notice how short and tight the denim cut-offs she was wearing were. I also noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were now very evident behind the material. I pulled up the website and then had a thought. I turned on the TV and clicked a button on the laptop screen. The website suddenly appeared on my 60 inch screen. "Wow! I guess I'm really going to get a look at them now" she said as I clicked on the competition gallery. I clicked on her icon and sat back to watch her reaction to the slideshow. The first few slides produced a nervous smile and as the show progressed she absently started to slide her hands up and down her thighs. When the show got to the first of the shots that shows her pussy jewelry she glanced nervously at me and I just smiled at her. She quickly turned back to the screen, just in time to see the shots where she was on all fours with her butt facing the camera. A small groan escaped her but I now noticed her nipples were very prominent through the fabric. The final shot appeared where she was completely naked, kneeling in the surf and she started to cry. "Oh my god! I am such a slut. How am I going to ever live that down?" I slipped my arm around her shoulder and drew her to me. Hey, please don't be upset by those beautiful photos. They are very tasteful but if you really feel uncomfortable about them being on the web I will contact the webmaster to see if he will remove them." "You can do that?" "I can try. I can't promise anything but I will try." She snuggled in closer to me and I just held her, although my finger tips had reached far enough around to rest along the side of her breast. "Lynn, can I ask you a question? It's a little personal but I'm intrigued." "Well as you have seen every bit of me, I don't think you can get any more personal that we have already." "Maybe or maybe not. My question is, did you really have your clit pierced? Lynn giggled and looked up at me."No, I was thinking about it because Gina has had it done. She lent me some clip-ons that she had used for the very same reason. I spent the holiday wearing them and I have to say I loved the feeling but I don't think I'm ready for a real piercing." "Well, it certainly made an impression on me. I thought it was hot!" "Yeah, I've been trying several pieces of jewelry lately and they really have an effect on me." "Are... you wearing some now?" She pulled herself away from me and looked me straight i the eyes. Her bright blue eyes seemed to glow in the sunlight coming through the window. "As a matter of fact... yes I am." She studied her hands resting on her lap and said quietly "Would you like to see them?" Them? There is more than one?" "Yes" "Lynn I would love to see them, but only if you are sure you want to do this." "Dan, sometimes I think you must be a little dense. I've wanted to show you myself for a very long time." With that, she stood up and faced me. She ran her fingers through her long blond hair and this caused her nipple to really push against the material. I then noticed why they were so erect. She was wearing jewelry on them. She slowly took hold of the bottom of the tank top and lifted it over her head, dropping it onto the sofa. Around each nipple sat a star like embellishment. The inner points of the star gripped the sides of her nipples, holding them in place. She looked down at my lap and smiled. I was having erection problems of my own, but I didn't want to seem like a dirty old man and start beating it. "You leave that there for me" she said as she started to slowly unfasten her shorts. When she had slid the zipper down she slowly worked them down over her butt and thighs. As they slid down it became apparent that she was not wearing any underwear. There, less than two feet from my face hung the small silver horseshoe I had seen on the website. But it wasn't alone. Just lower down hung two small chains with blue crystals at the ends, clipped to her labia.. "Do you like?" she said demurely. "Like? I fucking love them!" She giggled, turned around and bent over. "How about this one?" I nearly shot my load right there. Protruding from her little brown puckered arsehole was another silver chain with the same crystal as the labia clips. "Oh fuck! That is so hot! How is it held there? She reach behind her and took hold of it. It slowly slipped out of her arse. It was a u shaped wire with ridges shaped into it. "It's quite easy to insert. Would you like to put it back for me?" "Mmm yeah please" I took the clip and put it to her sphincter muscle and watched her hole twitch. It then visibly relaxed and I gently pushed it back inside her. "Okay, it's only fair that as you have seen me naked on several occasions now, I should now see you naked. Stand up please." I slowly got up from the sofa and stood facing her. She stepped forward and took the bottom of my t shirt and tried to pull it over my head. "Hmm, I'm feeling a little short this morning and that big bulge in your shorts is preventing me getting any closer. I laughed and grabbed the shirt and threw it off onto the sofa.