12 comments/ 162610 views/ 27 favorites Discovering Sex By: ainu2 I'm feeling guilty. Guilty but very happy. But maybe I should explain something first. I'm eighteen. My birthday was a month ago, I'm about to graduate from high school. My sister is about a year and a half older than me but just one year ahead of me in school. She goes to our local community college. We have good parents, go to church every Sunday -- not real religious but we know right from wrong. My sister's and my bedrooms and our bathroom are in a separate wing from my parents and since we're fairly grown up our parents leave it up to us to keep things clean and almost never come into our wing. My sister is a fox. Beautiful. Gorgeous body. Always has dates for everything. I have dates for nothing. Talking to girls almost scares me. I 'm on the school wrestling team and am not ugly so I know I look o.k. but I think I'm afraid of girls saying no to me or something. I'd love to be more like my sister, more outgoing, but I'm not. Anyway, a week ago, as I took a shower I started feeling horny and playing with myself a little. When I got back to my room, I lay on my bed naked, on my back, and played with myself some more until I got really hard. Then I started jerking off. I had my eyes closed,trying to imagine some naked girl but pretty much having to remember pictures from magazines. Usually, I jerk off in the bathroom so I can shoot into the toilet and then use toilet paper to wipe up anything that missed the bowl and then flush it all down, leaving no trace for anyone to see. This time, though, I'm laying on the bed and when I shoot off it lands all over me. I open my eyes, knowing that I'm going to have to clean myself and maybe even the bed cover, and my sister is standing in the doorway watching me. "What are you doing?" I yell out. She grins, "What are you doing? I'm just watching you." "You're my sister, you shouldn't watch me jerk off." "Why not? It's very arousing. Your thing is awfully big. Are all guys things that big?" "What? Uh, I don't know. Maybe I'm a little bigger than average but, yeah I think most cocks are sort of like mine." "I'd never seen a real one before. It looks too big to fit inside a girl." "Well, mine has never been inside a girl but they must fit because a lot of people are sure doing it." "Yeah," she says and just looks at me for a moment. Then she turns and walks away. To her room, I imagine. I've got cum all over me so I head to the bathroom and wash it off. I never even thought about it but I'm still naked. When I come out of the bathroom, I'm looking right into my sister's room. She's laying on her bed naked, her knees up and her legs off to the side and she has one hand down in the hairy area where her pussy is and the other looks like it's pulling on one of her nipples. I freeze sort of. I should go away, not watch my sister masturbate but I almost can't move. "Want to watch me like I watched you?" she says. I can see the hand at her pussy moving fairly rapidly. I just stare. I might have grunted something. I wanted to run because this is all wrong but I didn't. "Yours is so big I could see it from the door. Come closer, you probably can't see much from there. "But you're my sister." "So? It's a learning experience. I bet you've never seen a girl's pussy so now's the time to find out what they're like. C'mon in." I crossed the hall and went in, actually sat down on the end of her bed, perhaps three feet from her naked pussy. She reached down with her other hand and used both hands to spread herself open. It's all sort of pink and red in the midst of a lot of hair. Dark hair. The hair on her head is like mine, brown, but her pubic hair is darker. I guess mine is too now that I think of it. "This is it," she says. She moves a finger. "These are my pussy lips. Here is my vagina." She points sort of low in the pink area, then pushes a finger in herself. "This is where a thing like yours would try to fit, but up until now the only thing that's ever been there is my finger." She pulls her finger out, I can see it glisten like it's wet a little. She points to another spot. "This is my clit. This is really where I can arouse myself a lot. Playing with it is what makes me cum." While I had never seen one for real, I'd learned the parts before. But the clitoris she was pointing at didn't look like it was anything. Where's your clit?" I ask, "I don't see anything." "You probably have to either get closer or touch it yourself, it isn't real noticeable." Almost without thinking, I slid closer and leaned a little. My face was probably a foot from her pussy. I could smell her. She used her finger and moved it back and forth. "See it now?" she asks. Actually I could, just a little nub sort of. "Yeah," I say. "I didn't realize girls masturbated like guys." She starts moving her finger on herself real fast, rubbing, I guess. "We're all humans, males or females. We're just as horny as you but learn to control ourselves better. Or at least some of us do." She pushes a finger into herself and then starts sliding it in and out, With her thumb of the same hand, she's diddling on her clit some. With her other hand, she got hold of one of her tits and is pulling on the nipple. She starts to moan and her hips seem to jump a little. Then she lets out some sort of "uh - uhs" over and over, and her pink area is obviously getting wetter, I can see it, and then a little fluid of some sort squirts out just a little and she pulls her hand away from herself for a moment and then reaches back and just sort of lays her hand on herself, hiding her pussy from me. "I don't know whether you could tell but I just came," she says. "It doesn't squirt like yours but it sure feels great as I imagine you feel when you cum." All of a sudden I realize that I'm sitting there naked, next to my sister who's naked, and I have one of the biggest hard-ons of my life. I almost feel like I could cum again just from watching her. So I stand up, pretty quick, and start backing out of the room. I want to say something but I don't know what. "You're all hard again. Are you going to masturbate again? Can I watch?" I have no idea what I was going to say, if anything. But what she said stopped me. I sort of wanted to turn and run. But I was also feeling hornier than I ever had. Then she turned some, sat on the edge of the bed and then stood up and stepped towards me. I was seeing her full, naked body in front of me. Her tits moved with every move she made. Her nipples were like they were staring at me. Without even thinking, I reached down and grabbed my cock. She stepped closer. "Can I touch it?" Without waiting for an answer she has her hand on my cock. I let go and let her hold it. She's so close her tits are touching me. My move is almost involuntary. I reach up with my left hand and hold her right breast. "Softer," she says, "Don't just squeeze it, act like you like it." So I held it softer, moved my hand a little, feeling her. "I like that," she says. "Do the other one." So I reach up and hold her other breast the same way. "Play with the nipples a little," she says. Meantime, I can feel her hand moving back and forth on my cock. "The skin on your thing moves and it's so hard and yet not hard. Is this right, just move my hand back and forth?" "Yeah," is all I can think to say. I've never felt like this before in my life. "Want to kiss my nipples?" she asks. I lower myself some and get my face to where my hands are and kiss one nipple. I don't just kiss it, I stick my tongue out and lick it. I move my mouth to the other one. I use my hand to sort of feed it to me and get my mouth around the nipple and lick and suck. "Oh fuck," she almost murmurs, "That is so great." She's let of of my cock, I'm too low now. Her hands are on my face and on my back. "Let's get on the bed," she says. She lays down on her back and I crawl on top of her to get my mouth and hands back to her breasts. Her legs are up, on either side of me. Her pubic air is against my abdomen. "Billy," she says softly, "Can you use your mouth like that on my pussy please. I've heard about it but never experienced it and I'm just so aroused I really want you to try please." Well, I'd heard about it, too, and had wondered how to do it. So I look up at her from where my face is at her tits and start sliding down her. She brings her knees up almost to her shoulders and I'm looking right at the pink area in amongst a lot of hair. I use my hands to push the hair out of the way and in the process it pulls her open slightly, so I stick my tongue out and push it into her pink area and start licking up and down a little. "Yes, yes," she says. I lick down slightly to where I saw her push in her finger and I tried pushing in with my tongue. It actually did go in. "Oh," comes out of her. Then I think about her clit, that she said really aroused her, so I licked up some and felt a little bump. "Oh," from her again. I lick back and forth on it. I think it actually grows a little as I lick it. "Do that more," she says. I do. "Can you get a finger in me?" she asks. I get my hand down under my chin. It's awkward but it's possible, I have to move my head to a different angle. "Oh, fuck,' comes from her. "Yes, do that,' she says. I start sliding the finger in and out while I lick on her clit. She keeps on making noises and then her hips start bouncing. I move my head away. "Don't stop, don't stop" she actually yells. So I get back to licking her. Everything is moving and she's getting wetter and wetter. Then both her hands are on my head pulling me into her. Her legs are waving back and forth against the side of my head. She starts almost screaming and I get a faceful. Whatever she squirts, I get it squirted on me. Not bad, no strong flavor, sort of sticky. Then her whole body relaxes, her legs fall to the side, her hands come away. I pull my finger out of her and look up at her. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had. By far," she says in an odd, hoarse voice. "She pulls on my shoulders. "Come up here," she says, almost like an order. I slide up over her again and she pulls my head to her and kisses me. I can't help it, I kiss back. Her other hand is down between us, grabbing my very erect cock. Her tongue pushes into my mouth and we sort of lick each other inside my mouth. She pulls her tongue out, "Roll over", she says. I roll onto my back and she follows, almost on top of me. "I've heard of this a lot so now I get to try it,' she says. She moves off me a little and sort of half sits up to the side. She has hold of my cock and then leans over it and get her lips around the head and starts licking. Then she pushes her head down and takes more of me into her mouth, licking and sucking. She pulls her head loose and looks at me, grinning. "This is so sexy," she says and then acts as if she's trying to swallow my cock. She can't get all of it in her mouth. She uses a hand to hold it at the bottom, then starts sliding her lips up and down on my cock, like she's jerking me off with her lips. "Watch the teeth,"I say, when I can feel something. She looks up at me, her lips spread around my cock. I realize she has to have her jaws open pretty wide to take my cock into her mouth. She just keeps bouncing her head up and down, sucking me and I can feel my insides so I say to her, "I'm going to cum." I don't know why I told her and I don't know why she paid no attention but just kept sucking and bouncing and then I shoot a load into her mouth. Her eyes widen and she lifts up some and another shot comes out and hits her chin. She looks surprised and then takes my cock back into her mouth as I shoot off a couple more times. I can see her throat move, she swallows what I'm giving her. She continues to suck me after I'm done until my cock starts to get smaller. She looks at me. "A girl told me about that but it surprised me when it happened. It doesn't taste bad at all so I swallowed it. I guess you got some of mine earlier so it seems fair." Then she laying on top of me kissing me again, tonguing me again. I put my arms around her and kiss back. "This is all wrong, you know. You're my sister. If Mom and Dad found out it would really hurt them because we're wrong morally and legally." She grins and moves her hips to rub her pubic hair against me. "Yes, but isn't it terrific? I've never felt like this before in my life. I plan on our doing this a couple times a day at least. We just have to make sure Mom and Dad never know. And your friends and my friends never know. Don't you feel the same?" "Yeah, I do. And doing this as often as possible is what I want too." I lift my head some to kiss her. She kisses back, pushing my head back down onto the bed. We swap tongues for a while and then she says, "You're probably not ready yet for me to suck you again but I'd love to have you lick me again if you're willing." I kiss her again and roll us over so I'm atop her now. I kiss her some more and then slide down a little to get at her breasts. I'm even thinking of them as breasts now instead of tits. I relish touching and tasting every part of her body practically, down her legs and back up again, and finally to her pussy where I did everything I could think of. This kept up for three days. The only change is that I tell her that her bushy hair gets in the way of licking her pussy and we need to cut it some. She mentions shaving but we agree that shaved, she would need to keep shaving regularly. Just trimming the hair a lot will do what I think will work out well. And it does. While we're at it, she trims my pubic hair some, too. We eat each other almost constantly every day. As soon as I can get hard again, she has me in her mouth. Well, except when we're in school. She seems to really love sucking cock and swallowing cum. Claims it's sexy. I enjoy handling her body, her breasts and her pussy. But truthfully I don't get the kick out of eating her that she seems to get out of sucking me. I mean I like it. But the biggest kick is seeing how it makes her react. But on the fourth day things change. We come home from school, shower together, feeling each other all over, and she kneels in the shower and sucks me off. After we dry each other, I lay her on the bed and kiss all over her body, ending up eating her to a great orgasm. All of that is normal. She then feels to see if I'm hard yet and I am. I roll onto my back and she straddles me down over my legs, all pretty normal as she decides to suck me. She does suck me. But only for a short time. She then sits back, rolls a condom down over me and sits on top of me and starts dropping herself down as my cock goes up inside her. She's slow about it, commenting on how big I am. I'm in her an inch or more and I can feel I've hit something in there. She can feel it, too. She lifts up very slightly and pushes herself down and I can feel that I've broken through something. She makes a face and a hurt kind of noise but then starts taking more of me into her. She grunts and exhales and finally her pubic hair meets mine. We're fucking. She raises and lowers herself and makes all sorts of loving noises and I can't imagine anything better than her very tight insides massaging all over my cock. She cums and we roll over and I fuck her some more, really pounding into her, until I finally cum. So fucking regularly enters our daily routine. I really feel guilty. I mention it to her several times. "Billy, if you feel so guilty, there's only one solution. You need to find another girl for sex and I need to find another guy. I can't believe anyone else will actually meet all our needs, I bet we continue to do each other afternoons and at night. But it does make sense that we widen our horizons. What girl at school would you most like to fuck?" "What? Oh,probably Amy Strasser." "Good. The prettylittle blond. I remember her. Well, if she's what you like, you have to try. You might be surprised that she's not as pure and innocent as you think." "Well, I said I'd like to have sex with her. That doesn't mean I have the nerve to ever talk to her and get her to want to have sex with me." "You have to. Look, you have nothing to lose. Tomorrow, as soon as you see her, go up to her and say, 'Amy, I'd like to get a date with you.' Don't think about it, don't let it worry you, just do it as soon as you see her the first time." She went on to make me promise to try. So, the next day, I see Amy as I walk up to the school, before school starts. She's just walking up, too. I go up to her and she says, "Hi, Billy" and I say, "Amy, I'd like to get a date with you." She surprises me and says, "O.k. when, and what do you want to do?" I almost swallow my tongue. How do I answer her. Just tell her I want to fuck her? That certainly won't work. But I can't stall any longer so I blurt out, "I probably can't tell you what I want to do or you'll slap me." That's dumb, I know immediately. She looks at me with a big grin. "That's intriguing Billy. You've got to tell me." "Uh, well, ever since I first saw you, I've wanted to kiss you." She grins, looks up at me (I'm a lot taller than her) and says, "Well, then, kiss me." Right in front of the school! But I lean down and kiss her. She kisses back. I get one arm around her and kiss her more and she does the same. I finally break the kiss. "Wow," I say, "I bet you'd taste delicious." She grins again and says, "Do you mean what I think you mean? I'd like that." "Well, I'm thinking of working on your clit with my tongue." She gives a little shriek. "Oh, I'd love that. I've never had anyone do that yet. And I bet you'd be delicious, too. So, would right after school be a good time, so I could get home in time for dinner?" After school we walk to my house. My parents are at work and even if she comes home, Linda won't bother us. For the moment it seems like the best place to have sex with Amy. "I've been getting wet all day waiting for what we're going to do," she tells me as we walk. "About every two minutes, I'd think of it and get a boner. I've been mostly hard all day. It's almost embarrassing." "Well, I hope you've saved some of that hardness for me." I'm really amazed that Amy is so sexy. So openly sexy. She certainly sounds as if she's far from being a virgin. I mean, I start talking to her and she's ready to do it the very same day. If we had time before school I think she was ready to do it right then. I guess Linda was right, girls are human, too, and get horny just like guys. "You've always been so quiet,"she says. "I've seen you wrestle and you have a great body. I would have liked to date you sooner but you never asked." "You're so beautiful," I answered, "that I never thought I had a chance. To be truthful, it surprises me that you're not a virgin, that you've had sex with guys before." "Well, I've never had sex with a guy in my school class before. I'd just as soon have most of you think that I was a virgin. But I love sex. I love to fuck, love sucking cocks. I've just always done it with guys older. My first was Gary Walker, you know him?" "Yeah, I think my sister dated him." "Well it was at the lake, we were in bathing suits. We went off alone, away from everyone and started making out a little and the next thing I know, my bottom is off and he's pushing in to me. I hadn't planned it but it was great. So we started doing it a lot. He got me to suck him and I discovered I loved it, it's so sexy somehow. I've gone on the pill so I don't have to worry about getting pregnant. Then, at a couple parties, I met other sexy guys and pretty soon I'd blown four different guys and three of them had fucked me. I guess I'm a dirty slut but I really love it. Those guys never seem to brag about it or tell others, so I still have a good reputation so I hope you don't go talking about it either." Discovering Sex We're at my house. We go in and upstairs to my room. We're naked in no time and holding one another and kissing. She has a gorgeous body. Every bit of her is rounded or curved. Really big breasts for her height, big hips, great legs. Blonde hair in her pubic area, just like on her head. Very quickly, she's on her knees telling me what a great cock I have and then getting it in her mouth. She seems to really like sucking me, is constantly busy, moving her head back and forth, using her hands on my cock and my balls, sort of humming to show she likes what she's doing. She pulls off and looks up at me quickly, "Cum for me, Billy," she says and then almost swallows my cock again. It doesn't take very long and I do cum, giving her more than one mouthful. She milks me dry with her lips and licks me clean and then stands up, grinning about her accomplishment. "You're really good, Amy," I say, "Now it's my turn." I lay her back on the bed and kiss her and then slowly start working my way down her body. I really feast on her terrific breasts. I kiss over her stomach, which makes me realize that she's likely going to get a little fat in a few years if she keeps living as she does. I keep telling her what a great body she has, how beautiful she is. Finally I'm at her pussy. It really is beautiful. The blonde hair is not heavy at all, all above her actual pussy with just a little down each side. Her pink pussy lips are actually pretty next to her pink skin. Different than Linda, who's darker and much hairier. I tell her, "Amy, your pussy is actually beautiful. You could sell photos of it to Hustler." And then I go to work. I do everything I've ever tried on Linda. I tongue fuck her, lick almost to her ass holes, lick up and down, flick my tongue on her clit every time I get close. She gets wetter and wetter and then I slide a finger into her and get my lips to her clit. I finger fuck her, sucking and almost biting on her clit as I do. She's yelling, making much more noise than Linda. I'm facing away from the door but if Linda is home, I know she's looked in on us. Finally Amy cums. Really cums. Shoots out fluid. Her whole body jumps, her legs wave around, hitting my head. She pushes my face into her with her hands and then grabs my hair to pull me away. "Ohmigod Billy that was the most fantastic thing ever!" Then I'm up over her and pushing my erect cock into her and she starts almost yelling again. She's really something. Noisy. She has another orgasm as I fuck her, so I pull out and have her roll over and I get into her again from the back and she cums again after a short while. I roll her back over and push into her again. I lift her butt up some and just start pounding into her as hard and fast as I can. It ought to hurt her, I'm slamming against her so hard. She stays loud, yelling, and then I cum. As I do, I think she has another orgasm, too. Whatever, we're both sweaty and we collapse, I get off her and lay next to her. She rolls partly on to me and tells me that it was the best sex in her life. "If I tell my friends about you, they'll all be calling, trying to get you to do them. But I want to keep you for myself for awhile Billy. I have to go home, my Mom thinks I'm at the mall but we have to do this again and again. I'll see you at school tomorrow." She dresses and leaves. She's not even out the front door when Linda comes to my door. I'm laying naked on my bed, pretty much fucked out. "I see you asked Amy for a date." she says, grinning at me. "I told you she isn't as pure and innocent as you thought. Gary Walker claims he's been doing her for almost a year and that a lot of his friends have had her, too." "Yeah, that's what she told me. Hey, she's on the pill. I didn't need to use a condom. If you plan on getting a boyfriend to do you, you should get on the pill, too." "She smiled at me. "I am. It's just been a week, so I wanted to wait a little until I knew it was working before telling you." She starts taking off her clothes. Once she's naked she comes over to the bed and sits on it and putts her hand on me, sliding it up my leg to see if she can excite my cock. As she does this, she tells me, "I had a talk with Bob, who I've been dating. I told him I wanted sex but was a little scared about it and wanted to just try oral sex. I asked him if I would do oral on him, would he do it on me. He told me 'Linda, I'd rather eat you than a steak dinner' which I guess is a yes. He then went on to tell me he'd never done it but wanted to. So, we're going out this evening and will try it. If he's any good, I think I'll keep us on oral for a couple days and then move to fucking." By then my cock was hard and she was giving me a slow, soft hand job. She climbed up over me, positioned herself above my cock and slowly dropped down, taking me up in her. "We can try bareback safely now." I've already cum twice. I might last all night. She likes to be on top. She always starts slow, moving herself around a little, feeling me inside her, and then slowly increases the tempo. This goes on for a couple weeks. Linda is having great sex with Bob in the evening, I'm having great sex with Amy in the afternoon most week days. In between, Linda and I have sex with each other, often late at night after she comes home from fucking Bob. Then one day as I approach the school in the morning, Karen Johnson stops me. Karen is tall. I'm 5'10", a little tall for wrestling seriously, wrestlers are usually compact and muscular. My guess is that Karen is also 5'10". She's a terrific basketball player, will undoubtedly get a college scholarship out of it. I should also mention that she's black. Well, not black-black, obviously there's white blood in her background because she's coffee with cream colored. She's very attractive. Black hair, of course, but beautiful facial features and a slim, long body. To my knowledge, she'd never been on a date, my understanding is that her family is religious. "Billy," she says, "I'm not sure how to say this, it's embarrassing, but Amy suggested I talk to you." "Amy?" I sort of question, "Then it must have something to do with sex. So don't be embarrassed, just blurt it out." She grins. "I should have realized that. O.k., here goes. I don't know why but I was mentioning to her one time that I really, really wanted to experience sex with a guy but was scared about it. Partly about what the guy might do and partly about what my family might discover. She claims you are the best lover ever and that she sees you in the afternoon after school and no one knows anything about it. So that's why I'm talking to you." "Well, just so you know. Amy and I go to my bedroom, my parents are at work, get naked right away. She sucks on my cock and gets a mouthful of cum. Then I make love to her body as well as I can, doing oral sex on her to an orgasm, and then we fuck. Since I've already had an orgasm, I last a long time and she has several orgasms before I do again. Then she gets dressed and goes home. Is that what you're interested in?" "Oh," she says, pausing, "In general I guess that's what I want but I should tell you I've never touched a male before, let alone suck on a penis. I'm sure I can but I don't know exactly how to do it." "And you're a virgin, so you're not on a birth control pill, I would need to use a condom." "Oh, yes. Definitely." "Well, you're a very attractive girl, so if you're still interested, I am. Today? Tomorrow? I imagine Amy will be willing to give up time to you since she's the one that suggested this." "It might as well be today, while I have my nerve. There's no use spending too much time thinking about it." "Fine, I'll meet you right here after school." We both head into the building. Inside the door, Amy is waiting, grinning at me. "Are you going to?" she asks. "Yeah, today," I answer, grinning back. "She'll take your time from you today." "O.k." she says, "She's really nice, be good to her." And she turns and heads to class. Amy the pimp. Perhaps some people saw us meeting after school and walking off together but I've never heard anything about it so I guess nobody noticed much. "Karen, at any time that you feel things aren't going well, you can leave. I'm very interested in making love with you, I think it will be terrific. But I have no interest in forcing you into anything. Once we're naked, we should probably just hold one another and kiss and feel each other and slowly get aroused. Amy is always aroused, ready to go, but this first time I imagine you'd prefer moving slowly into things." "I'm sure you're right. But don't move too slow or I might lose my nerve." In the room, she takes her clothes off without any undue modesty. I guess she's changed clothes in gyms often enough that her naked body is not anything she's ashamed of. And she shouldn't be. "Karen, you're beautiful. You have a gorgeous body." I put my arms around her and we kiss. I slide my hands down her back, feeling her butt. She presses against me and returns the kiss. I decide not to use my tongue right away, I don't know whether that would help or scare her. I get her on the bed, we continue to kiss. I feel her body, get a hand between us and fondle her breasts. I break a long kiss and go to a series of short ones as I diddle her nipple with my fingers. She reacts by using her hand to feel me, my chest. She moves her hand down slightly onto my stomach. I kiss her again and use my hand to guide hers to my cock. She wraps her fingers around it and holds it. "Slide your hand back and forth a little," I tell her. "It's big. Bigger than I expected," she says. "The skin moves." I roll onto my back. "Look at it," I tell her. "Sit up a little. Use your other hand to feel my testicles. Keep sliding up and down on it. Yeah, like that." A pause as she gives me a soft hand job. "Is it sexy looking?" "Oh, yeah," she says. "This is something to be doing this." "Kiss it," I say. She leans forward some and kisses the head of it. "Now turn you head and lick the side, then the other side. You like that?" She stares at my cock, doesn't look at me. "Yeah," she says. "Kiss the head again. O.k., now open your mouth and take a little bit of the head into your mouth." She does that. "Lick it, suck on it." She does that. "Slide your lips down, keep licking and sucking. Just keep on until you get as much as you're comfortable with in your mouth. Breathe through your nose." She has almost half in her mouth. "You're holding the base with one hand, you can move that hand up and down on the cock, as you slide your lips back up and then down again. Yeah, like that. And your other hand, you can play with my balls if you want but if you feel like it, you can finger yourself." I watch her for awhile. "Don't use your teeth but tighten your lips so that you're masturbating me with both your lips and your hand. Yeah, just like that. And just keep doing it, it'll take a while so enjoy it if you can." She lifts her mouth free and looks at me, "I do like it, it's very sexy," she says before getting me back into her mouth and going back to work. She keeps at it for three or four minutes and is actually very good at it. I can feel my balls sort of getting ready. "I'm going to cum soon. It'll surprise you. But if you can, keep me in your mouth. Swallow when you need to." I can see when it happens because she had her eyes closed as she sucked me, enjoying it, I hope, and all of a sudden her eyes pop open and flick up towards my face. But she keeps me in her mouth. I can see her neck as she swallows. I give her perhaps four shots. "I think I'm done. You can slide your lips back up, sort of milking me to get the last of whatever I have. Then lift off and lick my cock to clean it some." She does all that. "How was it?" She looks at me with a big grin. I saw it the first time with Linda, the sense of accomplishment of having succeeded that first time. I pull her to me and kiss her and then I start on her. I kiss her face, her neck, her shoulders, then to her breasts. They're not huge but they're definitely there, Nice shape, with nipples that almost stick straight up. By the time I'd sucked on both of them they definitely were hard and sticking up. I kissed down over her stomach, I get between her legs and push on them to spread her open. I should kiss down her legs and more but I want at her pussy as much as she wants me there. "I've got to get your legs up so I can get at you," I tell her as I push her legs so that her knees are almost to her shoulders. I get my face to her pussy. Dark , coarse,pubic hair. Too much, we'll get to trimming it later. Dark pussy lips. I kiss her lips. I get both hands to pull her lips apart. She's just as pink and red inside as Amy or Linda. I get my tongue in her and start licking. I purposely spend more time licking around in her, tongue fucking her, that I would with Amy or, perhaps, with her the next time. As she gets wetter and wetter, she starts to moan. Not loud shrieks like Amy, but a definite reaction. I finally slide a finger into her vagina and get my tongue and lips to her clit. By now, her clit is really there, more noticeable than either Amy or Linda. Almost like a little cock. I fuck her with a finger and suck and almost bite on the clit and she starts moaning louder, her hips start jumping some and she gets wetter and wetter. Both her hands are on my head, holding me to her. Between the moans I can hear "yes" repeated several times. I keep at her until she climaxes, shooting all over my face. She's pulling my hair. I sit back and look at her. She's in ecstasy. I reach for the condom and slide it down on me and then get over her, her legs still spread. I reach between us to aim my cock into her. I'll have to get her to do that in the future. I push in a little and her eyes pop some. I push some more. "You're so big," she says. I just keep pushing and never run into a hymen. She may be a virgin but all those sports, she lost it somewhere. It doesn't take long to be fully into her. "Ummm" she's saying. So I pull back and push in again and away we go. I fuck her until she cums again. Then I get her to turn over and lift her but and fuck her doggie style. I lean over her and play with her breasts, then her clit as I continue to slide in and out of her. Then I sit up more, hold her ass, a really nice, full, ass, and start pushing harder and faster. She's grunting with each shove into her. She cums again. I roll off and have her mount me. I get her to hold my cock up as she gets over it and lowers herself, taking me up in her. 'Just use your legs and move your body however it feels best for you." "I can feel you moving inside me,' she says. Slowly, she's sort of looking off into space, feeling her own emotions as she rides me, moving her body. I can feel that I'm finally going to cum so I reach to her and start diddling her clit with my fingers. She starts bouncing harder and harder on me and I finally shoot off. She keeps bouncing a couple more times and then she cums again and collapses forward on me, my cock still in her. I roll her off to the side, face her and put my arms around her and hold her close and kiss her. "Was it what you expected?" "Billy, it was so much more, I don't know what to say. I've never had such strong emotions over and over." "Whenever you want, no hurry, the lesson is over. We can stay here and hug and kiss until you calm down and feel like you can walk home." For several weeks, right through high school graduation, I'm busy with three girls. It's almost as if every time I get a hard-on it ends up in a mouth or vagina.I 'm not complaining, I love every minute of it. I have the most sex with my sister, Linda, because we get together whenever either of us has a spare moment -- late at night, weekends, whatever. I do Amy three times a week, although now that we've graduated we started finding other times, too. I was doing Karen twice a week, but since graduation, we both agreed to up our activity a lot. I realize that sex involves emotions, so it's easy to confuse lust with love. But Karen is something special. I've told her so several times. I know we're just in high school and I know that a white guy and a black woman, even though she's not very black, will run into lots of problems with family as well as society in general. So we're both agreeing to not claim we love one another but instead just demonstrate love physically as often as possible. Then I get a phone call. Mrs. Valentine, the mother of one of my female classmates and perhaps the wealthiest woman in town, says she understands I want to earn a little money and she has some work I can do for her. I should mention that Mrs. Valentine is in perfect condition. She's somewhere in her mid forties but could pass for thirty and being a model. Her husband is the one with the money, of course, but she might look better now than the day they married and rumor is she was a Playboy centerfold when he married her. So I go to her house -- actually, she told me to meet her in the pool house, or cabana, in back of the house. I walk there, it's perhaps a mile and a half from my home, and go in through the back to the pool house. "Billy," she says, taking my hand and leading me to a seat. She's in a minimal bikini, white, and I'm reminded what a great body she has. So I'm seated and she's standing in front of me, letting me look at her body. Her legs are spread slightly. "I'll get right to the point. I heard Myrna (that's her daughter) talking on the phone to one of her friends and apparently you have a reputation as being a very proficient lover." "I've never even touched Myrna," I said before she could go on. She smiled. "I know that. No one has. I'm making sure of that. No, the reason I've asked you here is to see if you really are as proficient as the girls seem to think." "Uh, see if I''m proficient? You mean try me out or something?" "Exactly, have sex with you. And if you're as good as they think, I'd like to come to an arrangement to experience you often." "Mrs. Valentine, this isn't what I expected at all. To be honest, it's almost scary. I mean, you're very attractive but you're older and you're very rich, we're not in the same class at all." "I've always had a boy toy or two. I need more sex than my husband can ever give me. I should add that my husband and I do have sex, just as often as he wants. Being his wife has many advantages and I don't want to jeopardize that. I suspect he realizes that I'm having sex with others but as long as it doesn't affect him he doesn't seem to care. Getting a bad reputation, though, might affect him so I need to keep my boys discreet.": "I should tell you that right now I'm having sex with three girls my age. My cock is in use almost constantly. I like that and I don't care to give it up. As attractive as you are, I don't think I want another sexy female needing my body. If I were a virgin, wanting sex, I'd volunteer in a moment. But I have almost more sex than I can handle." "Perhaps I should add that I realize my boys have other needs. I've always made it to their financial advantage to enjoy me. As a high school graduate ready to enter college and with no steady job, you must need money. You have no car, so you must need a car." "Oh. Well, if your plan is to check my proficiency now, right here I mean, we might as well get started. I should tell you that with the girls my age, we always start with me getting oral sex, a blow job. Then I give their body a lot of attention including getting them to orgasm with my mouth and fingers. Then we fuck. Since I've already cum, I last long enough that they usually have several orgasms in different positions before I have another. If you're paying, it goes as you want but that's what's worked well for me up to now." "Oh, I love to suck a young, erect cock, We can do it your way just so I can experience you at your best." Discovering Sex So that's what we do. She's a terrific cocksucker. Her pussy is shaved, completely clean. She must shave it often, there isn't even any stubble. Her body is every bit as good as girls my age, great breasts (larger than they once were, I believe, I could see some very faint scars to the side). And she loves to fuck, loves to have orgasm after orgasm and it doesn't take her long between them. And quiet. No screaming or yelling, just soft moans. She must have learned to control herself that way. And darn near insatiable. She even likes it in her ass. I'm sure I'm not her only boy toy. Now I'm driving a mini-Cooper (registered in my name, I know she'll drop me one day) and have spending money, clothes money. I just can't tell people how I have it. I'm still fucking Amy and Karen and Linda, but not as often as they would like, they just have to fit in when Mrs. Valentine doesn't need me. I explain to Amy and Karen that I have a job. I have told Linda about Mrs. Valentine and she's searching for a horny, wealthy man who wants to hire some young pussy. I've even suggested Mrs. Valentine's husband because I bet he's as unfaithful as she is. One day I leave the pool house and go out the back gate, as always. Myrna, Mrs. Valentine's daughter, is waiting for me. Myrna looks a lot like her Mom. That is, she's good looking with a great body. "I've watched you and my mother in the pool house," she says. "Oh," I say, "well . . ." I have no idea what to say. I haven o idea whether Myrna is about to shoot me, turn me in to the police or what. And if she's watched us, she's seen a lot. "I guess that's how you got your car. From my Mom, for fucking her." "Uh," how do I answer that? "We do more than just fuck." I say, which I realize is stupid as soon as I say it. "Yes, I know," she says. "You spend a lot of time with your mouth to her pussy. I want you to do that to me." "Lick your pussy?" "Yes." "Myrna," Is ay, "That wouldn't be smart. It will make your mother angry. Besides there's just no time when we can do anything like that, I'm awfully busy." "Well, you better find time. If you don't, I'll catch you with Mom and raise Cain and she'll have to end it with you, including ending any money she's giving you." "And if I do?" "She'll never find out a thing, I'll never tell her and I won't interfere with you and her." "I guess the only thing left is to decide when and where." "Well, the time is right now, Billy, and the where is right here." She lifts her skirt and she has no panties on. She sits on a low wall, right there in the alley, and spreads her legs. So I get on my knees and get my face to her pussy and get at it. She has a very nice pussy in fact, tastes clean. She obviously planned this. She starts to moan. I pull back from her a little, "Your Mom is just the other side of the wall. Can you keep quiet?" And I get y tongue back in her and continue licking, then get a finger into her and away we go. She's soon grabbing my head and pulling me tighter to her and then she cums. Cums more than her Mom does. "I liked that," she says. "We have to do that some more. And I want to do more. Your cock looks delicious, or at least my Mom seems to think so." The next day in my bedroom she discovers that it is delicious and the next day that it fills her vagina. So now I have five females I'm trying to satisfy. I'm losing weight and the scheduling is crazy. And as I said in the beginning, I'm feeling guilty -- incest, prostitution, miscegenation, promiscuity, sodomy, adultery -- it's all so wrong. But so good. Discovering Sin You may laugh at the notion that Cyn wants to be 'good' and just can't help herself, but it's true and this is just part of the long story that tries to explain why. This is a completely original work of fiction that has basis in real life; the characters are imaginary, even though they're real to me and I've enjoyed this experience. If you enjoy the story, I'd love to know it, if you don't; I hope you didn't read it all. This is an exaggeration of life and emotion, if I hit my mark you will love the people you meet or hate them, I didn't plan on neutrality. I had no idea where this was going to take me when it began. I feel like a character, who was an aspiring author in a recent movie when he said; I know the characters and let them take me where they need to. To me, these people were real, normal and comfortable with their normal lives until things went off track. They're ordinary people capable of extraordinary thought, emotion and behavior; that's why you'll see a strong reinforcement of normality that gets twisted out of shape throughout all the story parts. If you can't figure out the order, click on the author link and refer to the posting date. * * * * * Part I, Craig knows – His perspective The reader's comments range from love to hate so I know the characters are far from neutral. If you don't like them, don't read. If any of you have suggestions or comments, feel free to speak. A little hate at times in this story is appropriate and what I expected, but I still think there's a lot more in the main characters to love. For those of you who have been following Cynthia's story, you already know me, at least to some degree; I'm Craig Jamison. You know we have been married for eighteen years; what you don't know is that, until the last month or so, Cynthia has always fit the criteria of a perfect wife, mother and friend. She has always been dedicated to the happiness of everyone around her and a totally selfless person. In large measure, that's what makes the events of these recent weeks so unbelievable. When we got married we knew enough families in and out of our church group, whose lives had been splintered by the rebellious attitude of one family member, to not realize how difficult a troubled child could be, or how hurtful it might be to us if one of our precious daughters went over the edge and ended up in illegitimate pregnancy. Cynthia and I agreed unequivocally, and made a binding pact that in no event, no matter what the circumstance, nothing would be allowed to cause us to forsake the love we had for any member of the family; even if that struggling member turned their back bitterly on the rest of us, the door would always be open, and our hearts would always welcome their return. This commitment was absolute and without any reservation to everyone in the family. It goes without saying that 'everyone' included Cynthia and me. She was upset if I even remotely considered the possibility she could ever turn her back on our love and violate our vows of fidelity. I explained that I thought there was always a possibility that someone could be thrown a curve in life and that as far as I was concerned a breach of sexual fidelity would never be as painful to me as emotional infidelity would. I remember when she asked me what the hell I meant by that. I explained that if something unexpected happened or if flirtation got out of control so that she actually had sex with someone else, it wouldn't hurt as bad as it would if she fell in love with someone else, or out of love with me. She said that she didn't know if she could agree and thought she would be hurt equally either way. Even so, I reiterated that, I would never turn my back on her in either event. "You'll never have to." Is all she would ever say. From another perspective, I have worked in enough roles involving sales that I have been through most of the motivational material available, and the one simple truth concerning mental attitude that has always made the biggest impression on me is that we all have ownership for the things we feel. No one can make us happy or make us sad against our will. Each individual has to make a conscious decision whether to allow hurt, pain, happiness or misery take up occupancy in their hearts and minds. I came to the conclusion long ago that negatives like hurt, pain and misery could serve no beneficial purpose in my life and only posed risk to my own mental health, so I lived with the conscious decision to always do everything within my power to look at life from a positive perspective, and make sure I and those around me learned and grew from every experience, pleasant or not. It was nearly two AM on Wednesday morning when I felt Cynthia slip into bed and snuggle up to my back. Almost tentatively she moved a cautious arm around me to hold me close. I felt her body quiver and shake slightly, like she may have been sobbing softly. It didn't surprise me; I sensed deep emotion and knew she was locked in deep emotional torment. Early in the morning, of the day before, I had watched Cynthia prepare for work. She looked more beautiful than I had ever recalled as she dried herself after her shower. Her skin was flawless and smooth. She took such good care of herself there was very little evidence that she had carried and delivered three beautiful full sized babies during our early marriage. She was just 19 when we married, and Troy was born just after her 20th birthday. He was now almost 18. Cynthia's complexion was fair and she didn't like to tan much. Her hair was a rich and black and when she wears it short she looks like a delightful pixie, when it was longer I thought she looked a lot like Marie Osmond. We had eaten a hurried breakfast before she got in the shower and she was rushing to apply her finishing touches in time for the arrival of her car pool. She had been exited and alive ever since she went back to work and was becoming more uninhibited and sexually expressive every day. The changes were coming so quickly and her enthusiasm for sex was increasing so much, I had become suspicious that something was increasing her interest and libido outside of our marriage. As I became aroused at the sexuality that seemed to exude as she prepared to leave, I wanted more than the perfunctory kiss she offered when we heard the sound of the horn announcing the arrival of her carpool. I held her longer than her impatience wanted to allow and she struggled slightly as she said. "Hey tiger, I'm not leaving for ever." She smiled and patted my hardness. "Keep a good thought until tonight." She said and then she was gone. She had dressed conservatively as always wearing an attractive peach colored stretchy jersey type dress. She surprised me by choosing a red lace bra and matching bikini panties but then, surprise from Cynthia was no longer unexpected. In the past, she only wore things like that under darker clothing or when romance was on the agenda. She still pulled on her traditional sheer pantyhose and her legs looked gorgeous, in fact, I have always thought her legs were her most striking feature. They were long and perfectly proportioned and she had the perfect shaped knees of a professional dancer. I had seen exotic dancers and I thought as I looked at her legs that a true leg man could cum just from concentrating on them alone, especially when she wore high heels. She surprised me again by slipping on black patent leather 5 in high heels that I had never seen before. I knew they would add exiting definition to her toned calf muscles. You could see a hint of her bra and panties beneath the peach colored dress and it made my prick stiffen as I looked at her. The main light in the bedroom was off and I couldn't resist going to the window to watch as she hurried to the car. Our house has multiple levels and the Master bedroom is slightly elevated from the front door and further away from the drive. I watched her back as she walked with a lightness in her step that showed her excitement. The car was backed part way into the drive on an angle to the street. From my elevation, the roof was little more than a blind strip that separated my view above the line and below at the far side rear passenger door. I could clearly see above the roof as well as into and through the window nearest to me. Cynthia was directed to the opposite side, but whoever was already in the rear seat was almost on the other side already. When the door opened, a man's body partially blocked my view, but not so much to hide the obvious action of his hands and arms going beneath the hem of my wife's peach colored skirt and up to her waist as he took hold of the waist band of her pantyhose and panties and pulled them all the way to the ground. I was shocked and expected Cynthia to scream and slap his face. She seemed to make only symbolic protest as she tried to push him out of the way so she could get in. He shushed her and she froze as his hands went back beneath her dress and she allowed him to freely roam over her naked body below her waist. I saw her throw her head back and close her eyes tightly in arousal as he explored everything he wanted to under her dress. I could see him lean toward her as his arms went behind to apparently un-hook her bra and then come forward to massage her unrestricted breasts. I could see her naked legs apparently spread wide to allow him access to her pussy as he moved a hand down to caress her nakedness. Then both hands came out again and he partially stood as he reached to her shoulders. There he gripped her peach colored dress and the shoulder straps of her bra as well and pulled her remaining clothes off and all the way to the ground. She howled in arousal loud enough for me to hear in my bedroom and shook as she kicked her clothes off and dived into the car naked across his lap. He reached down and retrieved her clothes and closed the door quickly as the car sped from my driveway. I stood there in shock, wondering why I hadn't had the presence of mind to rush from the house and rescue her from this assault but then I realized I was the only one disturbed by what had happened. Way in the back of my mind I had already imagined this scene as I tried to understand the changes I had seen and I realized as I stood there this nameless passenger who had stripped her without resistance probably had his stiff cock already buried deeply in the sacred womb I thought I had exclusive claim on. It was an erotic scene, and like any scene that portrayed such raw sexuality, in spite of the terrifying consequences implied for me and the woman I loved, my cock was as hard as it would have been if I had witnessed the scene with a cast of strangers. I sat down on the bed and as my mind tried to deal with moving from the scene just played out, to the weighty question of how I was going to define the course and direction of my life from here on; emotion started to take possession of me until I hung my head in my hands and cried in what I thought was a very un-manly way. The noise of my emotion led to concerned pounding on my bedroom door that yanked me from my hurt. My daughter Wendy, sensing something terribly wrong, was asking through the wooden panel. "Are you all right daddy?" I choked back my emotion and told her I was, that I just didn't feel well and had thrown up. "Don't worry honey, I'll be fine." I said to her, then added, quietly and mostly to myself that we would all be all right, and I knew somehow at least our splintered family would survive, what I didn't know was whether Cynthia would still be a part.. Like I said, I came to the conclusion long ago to refuse to let negatives like hurt, pain and misery control my life, so you see, I could not, for my own sake, afford to allow the hurt I was be feeling at the moment close the door on my life with Cyn and the love I had legitimately felt for her without a serious fight and effort to learn. I had loved her honestly and we had shared too much good in life with each other; I could not, in reaction to pain, evict her from my life without loosing an important part of me as well. In spite of my resolve to find a way to go on, I new that my effort to keep the door open wouldn't necessarily keep Cynthia from choosing on her own to leave. At the same time, if she stayed, I was not ready or interested in simply becoming a willing cuckold to a promiscuous and adulterous addiction. Relationships inevitably change, that's the essence of growing and learning. I felt sad as I wondered at what point in time had I become complacent and stopped trying to make our intimate life flourish with new growth and imagination? I had always been committed and dedicated to make sure sex was a satisfying and pleasurable for Cynthia. Her pleasure was more important to me than my own and I'm certain that her honesty hadn't permitted her to fake orgasm or pleasure. I can honestly say, I don't have recollection of a single sexual encounter between us in our entire marriage where I failed to bring Cynthia to a climax. Were the orgasms as fulfilling as I had imagined them to be, all couples seem to go through periods of complacency, obviously I had failed to see needs that were not being met? The only personal regret I ever had in Cynthia's performance was that she had always seemed reluctant to take initiative and be a seductress, at least before this last month. She had always claimed to be uncomfortable in sexy lingerie and normally shied away from the high heels I loved. They made her legs look more exiting and brought sexy tone and definition to her lean legs. I would have enjoyed seeing her in shorter skirts and dresses, but modesty was a firm tenet in our church, and she said she had a responsibility to set a proper example for our daughters, who continually tried to get away with the shortest skirts we would allow. You know the old adage that a wife should be a saint in the kitchen and a sinner or whore in the bedroom; I could never get the message across that I wanted to see her in a more seductive role as often as possible. For years, Cynthia took very little initiative to try to address my sexual needs but she was perfect in all others. She would agree to wear sexy lingerie when I bought it for her but she acted unnatural and uncomfortable so it usually ended up disappointing for both of us. Sometimes she acted like it made her feel almost funny and amusing, which was opposite from the erotic effect I hoped for. When I tried to be spontaneous or add surprise and risk through danger or exposure she became visibly aroused and passionate during the experience but seemed anxious to put it behind her and wrap up her conservative persona once she had reached a climax. Usually the orgasms she had when I pushed her into uncomfortable territory were especially intense but she was reluctant to leave the impression she had really enjoyed them and wanted more, and I was reluctant to make demands I felt were selfish on my part if she wasn't enthusiastic. This is why it was confusing and hurt when I saw her interest in sex emerging almost in secret especially when she tried to keep it hidden from me. The sex between us was becoming much more frequent and she was developing the uninhibited interest in sex I had always dreamed of and had tried in my clumsy way to inspire, but somehow I seemed to be excluded from the source of her inspiration. I was realistically worried that Cynthia may have at least fallen in lust with someone else and already decided, on her own, to take a different path, because I had failed to identify what she wanted and needed in the way of excitement and sexuality. If I would have seen it, we may have easily incorporated showing off and danger in our sex play and found the excitement we both wanted to experience. Now the stakes had been raised, adultery carries with it its own compelling addiction, and divisive challenges. Cynthia's sexual evolution had crossed the line from erotic teasing, fantasy and exhibitionism to complete sexual expression in raw adulterous lust where the emotions and hungers become so compelling and intoxicating they can make a person willingly put at risk everything including life itself. This incredible intensity was in itself my greatest challenge or obstacle to salvaging our life together. Adultery can easily pit one mate against the other unless both agreed to share their lives with others and open up their marriage. In reality an open marriage continually puts the prospect of future together at risk and I for one didn't relish that idea or that either of us could potentially become lost as Mr. or Mrs. Wednesday, Thursday or Friday night. Hell, I still liked the idea of exclusivity and commitment with my wife and didn't even know if I could handle sharing, and I certainly wasn't sure if Cyn could ever settle down with me alone again. Another issue I had to deal with was the perverse stimulation that ironically can come in the presence of jealousy and even rage. Ultimately I knew I had to learn more about Cyn and my own feelings and that in the end, nothing would work between us again until a balance with equal parity could be achieved. I was sick and broken and needed to find out more before I did anything else. I went down to the kitchen to make sure everyone was prepared for their day and said goodbye to all the kids. Wendy said she hoped I was feeling better as she kissed me on the cheek, and then they were all gone. I was in no way prepared to take on duties at work so I called in and left a message for my assistant that I was sick, and that I would be at home if an emergency came up. I went back upstairs and started to look through Cynthia's drawers for any evidence that may shed light on what was happening. All of the clothing looked like the normal conservative things she always wore. Tucked under her lingerie at the back of her drawer I found a standard sized white envelope and pulled it out to look inside. As I opened it more than a half a dozen photos fell out onto the floor. I picked them up one by one and the energy left me again as I slumped to the floor and leaned against the bed. I examined each of the photos that showed Cynthia's aroused eyes looking directly at me as she sat obscenely in the back seat of a car. They showed her progressively exposing her body until her legs were spread and her pussy lips looked open, swollen and red like she had been thoroughly fucked. The next picture showed her holding a large rubber dildo as though she worshiped it. One showed her inserting the tip into her obviously aroused opening, another with the rubber cock just barely showing and another with her finger pushing the end of it all the way inside. The eye contact made it look like she was playing for and to me directly as though she were trying to show me how wicked she was. I sat, still in shock, but inevitably effected by the erotic scene. I hated myself for being aroused by the photos that were taken for that very purpose. I secured the photos in the order that made sense, and carried them from the room. I went down to the den and turned on the computer wondering if there was something there that would show me more. Cynthia had been spending a lot of her spare time working on some kind of project that I thought was work related, but now I wondered. I turned on the computer but found the user profile with her name on it had been secured with a password. I opened my own profile and launched windows explorer. Even though she had locked her profile with a password she hadn't secured her document files from public view and I was able to open one of several large word processor files she had stored there. Nothing looked suspicious at first; some things to do with Church. I noticed a sub file labeled 'Life', and opened it up. There were quite a few word documents that all referred to Cyn this or Cyn that and I thought it may be an abbreviation for Cynthia. I opened the one with the earliest stored date. It was titled 'Cyn' for short, and I started to scan through it. In her own words, she said it was an effort in part to explain to herself, or to me, what was happening in her life, and maybe why.