0 comments/ 117801 views/ 5 favorites Sugar By: like_my_pussy_sucked I stand out here in our outdoor shower thinkin' 'bout my daddy's lips on me. He a good lover. I still remembers the feel of his big hands as they rubbed all over my body. I was just finished up with my schoolin', being 18 an' all when Daddy an' me started bein' nasty together. I just can feel the rough calluses on his hands from all the hard work he do to put food on the table for mama an' me. Mama a cripple woman. She got bit on her leg by a cottonmouth when we was at the pond 'bout five summers ago. When it happened. We was skinny-dippin', durin' a picnic, mama, an' me, when that big ole black snake come just a slitherin' through the water. Mama screamed somethin' fierce an' Daddy come a runnin'. By time he gets to mama, her leg was gettin' all big. he tore his good shirt off an' tied it to her leg real tight. Then he picked her up an' ran to our truck to take her into town to the hospital. I guess it took too long to get Mama to that hospital, 'cause when Daddy come back, he said the doctor had to go cut off my mama's leg, that it was gangrene. So, Daddy an' I prayed that she be ok after havin' her leg cut off. It took a long time for Mama to come back home an' Daddy was getting restless. We didn't have enough money for him to keep going to the city everyday to that hospital to see Mama. He had to work out this ways, for the lumberyard. But when Daddy came home, he was so tired. I'd get him a beer an' some food an' we have dinner together. One Sunday, Daddy come out to the shower where I was. He saw me washin' my woman parts real good an' I guess he got all excited about it, since he ain't seen Mama's stuff in a while. I ain't even knowed he was looking' at my puss 'til he told me that I missed a spot. He like to have scared the hell outta me. When I looked up at him, he was stan'in' there with his dry towel off an' 'cross a branch. He opened the door an' got in the shower with me. His manhood was standin' just as big an' long an' thick! The viens was just popped out an' it looked like it hurt him. "I said, you missed a spot, Sugar," Daddy said again. "Where I miss, Daddy?" I asked an' he put his hands on my titties an' pinched the nipples. "Right here, Sugar, an' down here too," he said as he slid one hand down lower 'til he was cuppin' my puss. Now, I know dog gone well that I ain't missed no places to be cleaned an' certainly not down there. My mama taught me right how to clean up down there. But my daddy was just a rubbin' an' a rubbin'. I knew it was wrong to be getting felt up like that by my own daddy, but I just couldn't help it. The inside of my puss started to hurt something' awful. Even with all the water on us an' all, I could feel myself getting slick down there. "Now, Sugar, I know you's gonna let your daddy help to get you cleaned up right, ain't ya?" he said, rubbin' me 'tween my legs, an' now he had his other hand on my butt, slidin' it 'tween my cheeks. I said, "Daddy, you can help me. I think I is just plain clumbsy when it come to my puss. " "I thinks you is, Sugar. I thinks I needs to look a little closer at that little puss down there, only to see where you be needing attention at," he said as he got down on one knee an' put one of my legs on his shoulder, speading my puss wide open in front of him. "Well, I say, Sugar, your puss need mo' cleanin' than I thought The bestest way to clean a puss like this is to get all the little places that no washin' rag can reach. " Daddy told me while he played with that nice place on my puss that was makin' me weak. "Go 'head an' do it, Daddy, I need's to know how to make sure my puss gets cleaned right proper. " An' then, I got my chance to know what be makin' Mama holler when she in the house an' done sent me outside when I was a young'un. Oh, my daddy just put his mouth on my achin' puss an' I was in Heaven. I felt his tongue just slippin' and slidin' in an' outta me, ticklin' my drippin' puss just right. Daddy started to moan an' humm while he had his tongue inside me. Felt just like he was tryin' to suck my insides out through my puss. I loved the way his big nose kept on rubbin' that nice place that was startin' to swell. "Oh, Daddy, that what you done to Mama?" I asked him while I's out of breath an' 'bout to pass out 'cause it just felt so good. He just hummed a yes and kept on lickin' me. Then he took that swole up part in his mouth. Lordy have mercy, I seen stars 'fore my eyes. I grabbed my daddy's head to keep from fallin' on my rump an' losin' that good feelin' he was givin' me. I feels him put a finger up in me an' bring it in an' out, like his tongue was donin'. Then, like thunder an' lightning', I started shakin' an' I couldn't hardly breathe no more. I starts to grind my puss up 'gainst my daddy's mouth. He thought it was ok, 'cause he grabbed my rump with his big hands an' pulls me so I stays right tight up 'gianst him. Now, I sees why mama was happy when I comes back in the house. Just when I thought it was all over, Daddy stands up an' picks me up with him. My legs was 'round his waist an' he was holdin' my puss open from 'hind me. Then I feels somthin' just a rubbin 'gainst my puss. Felt like a finger first, but Daddy's fingers was holdin' my puss open. Then, that finger turned out to be more that a finger. It was my daddy's thing. He put up in me an' I holds on to my daddy for fear of fallin'. I liked how it felt, I's all full when he did that. "HMMM, Daddy, you thing feels mighty fine…Uh, uh, uh, yes sir, real fine, ooh Daddy. " I said whiles I slides up an' down an' grinds my puss on that long pole of his. I's glad I sneaked the dry corn from Mama's kitchen. That felt good, but Daddy's thing was better 'side my achin' puss. We was just a slappin' our privates together an' it was feelin' so good. I smelled us doin' it an' it was so strong. My tittie's was slappin' 'gainst my chest an' I just could see sweat pourin' from Daddy's face. I never thought I could do such nasty stuff with my daddy an' have a good ole time doin' it. I looks down 'tween our bodies an' I could see my daddy's thing go in an' out my puss an' it was looking' so nasty to me. I loves it. Then, Daddy starts to hollerin' an' goin' on an' I feels his thing start to move like it was a pushin an' then I feels him shoot is stuff all over my insides. It felt all hot an' sticky 'tween us, getting' all in the hair on our privates. Daddy kept on pushin' his thing in me 'til it got soft. Then he let me down. "Daddy, " I says to him. "That how I's 'posed to get my puss clean every day?" Daddy looked down at me an' smiles at me with his one tooth missin' in the front. "Yea, Sugar. You wants you daddy to clean you up real good, you just give me a holler," he told me whiles he was rubbin' his now floppy thing 'gainst my belly an' it was getting' big again. "Daddy, you want's me to clean your thing for you? I do it for you. " Then Daddy turns the water off an' opens the door. "We's gonna go on the porch an' finish this up, Sugar. This water getting' awful cold. " To be continued... Sugar The trees were changing colors but Samantha remained pale. Pale wasn't a bad thing, unless you were a twenty one year old in college, submerged in a sea of baked bronze blondes. These girls stood out at parties and acted the part of the airhead, the innocent, and the bimbo. It was hard to pull off that act when you were dressed in black from head to toe like Samantha. Every weekend there was a party, the locations changed and so did the couplings. The party for that night had been thrown at the house of a friend of a friend in Samantha's Spanish class. It had started out good, with a live band and plenty of booze to spread around. By 4am, the party had slowed down, and Samantha had to be in work by quarter to six to get started on the morning's first pot of coffee. She swore this would never happen again, like every college student does after a night of too much drinking. Laying on the floor of the old house, staring at the ceiling, her dark brown hair falling into her eyes, trying not to be sick, Samantha told her self over and over that she wouldn't even look at alcohol again. Megan and Marcy had left her there as they went off in dimly lit bedrooms to be felt up and probed by overzealous animal like college boys. And the only guy there who she had even remotely thinking of blowing, had passed out an hour ago. By the time Samantha was ready to head home, darkness was around, but she knew she had to get to work, because she would be the only one there for the first two hours of the morning shift. Saturdays were never busy, all the college kids were asleep and the nearby businesses didn't even open until noon. However, she knew the seven hour shift she had ahead of her would be a killer. She was still a bit drunk, and hoped that she didn't smell too much like cheap beer. She sprayed on some perfume, straightened her hair, and hoped for the best. Every Saturday Phillip Monrose came in at exactly quarter after six to grab a cup of coffee before he headed to work at his law office. He parked his shiny red convertible sports car in front of Karma Coffee, not caring that he was in a no parking zone. He chain smoked as he waited in line, ignoring the huge red signs which proclaimed "Smoke free environment". He ran his hands over the collar of his freshly ironed cornflower blue polo shirt. The girl behind the counter wasn't wearing the typical white shirt and black pants that was the uniform . She had on some tight dark jeans which were so low he couldn't help but stare, and a faded black t-shirt with a band on it that he had never heard of. Her belly button was showing and her long dark brown hair was down and it hit the middle of her back. Phillip grimaced, knowing the girl should have had it pulled back. It disgusted him. He placed his sunglasses down on the counter, but she didn't turn around. He glanced at the board with the specials, but he knew exactly what he wanted. He was growing impatient and he didn't have time for this. Time was money for Phillip. He slapped his hand down on the counter, and the girl spun around, startled. "What can I get you?" the girl said, her icy blue eyes looking him up and down. "the usual?" She had forgotten about the tall, thin, lawyer with the beamer and how every Saturday he was there, bright and early. She looked down at his black sunglasses, which probably cost as much as she would make in a month at the coffee shop. She fought the urge to roll her eyes. "yes, low fat milk. I hope you remember this time." Samantha smiled. Thanks for the reminder asshole. Of course I remember, it's the only damn thing you ever order. She quickly fixed the drink and slammed the cup onto the counter, a little harder than she meant to. The coffee cascaded in an even flow onto the blue shirt, with smaller drips staining the front of his light khakis. Samantha's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry." "You fucking little bitch, you threw hot coffee at me. You are lucky I'm not going to sue your ass and this shitty little mediocre coffee shop. He said as he shook his finger at her. He swiped some napkins from the counter and began patting his pants in an over dramatic fashion. "Ruined!" he hissed. "fuckin ruined!" "Listen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident." "Do you know how much this shirt and these pants cost?" "No, I..." "I didn't think so." He began mumbling something under his breath. He turned and made his way to the back of the shop. Samantha stood at the counter, unsure of what to do. She ran into the back, and pushed the door of the mens room open. "What are you doing, you dumb bitch." "Listen, I want to fix this. I can't afford to pay to get you a new shirt and pants. I can give you the money so you can get them dry cleaned." "Ha, would you even be able to afford that? You are lucky you didn't burn me." "I'm really sorry, the coffee spilled, I didn't mean to..." tears ran down her face. He looked up from the stain on his shirt. "I have an idea, if you want to hear it." "Go ahead," she sobbed He breathed in deeply. "what is it?" "well you could help me out. You are a good looking girl. I work all the time, I could use a little relief if you know what I mean. You could help me out every once and awhile. I think a few times would be enough." She leaned against the door, silent. He could see she was thinking if over. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "Listen, if you want to do this, its fine. I just..." "I hardly make any money here. I'd rather blow and fuck you rather than owe you a couple hundred dollars for a shirt and pants ." "And shoes ." "Let's just do this." She pulled down her pants and blue green lacy thong and then stepped out of it. Phillip's eyes lit up as he focused on her ass. It was nice, round, and smooth. Her skin was like milk, it was so flawless and fair. It had been a long time since he had been with a girl, his work seemed to push everything aside. He let his hands feel her hips and he licked his lips with sweet anticipation. "I didn't think you'd do it right away like this, this is nice." She bent over as though she just wanted to get his over with. He unzipped his pants, and his cock sprung out. It wasn't impressive, but it would do for now, she thought. No wonder he was such a dick. "you are going to have to be a lot nicer than that," he said. She leaned over more and reached back, spreading her shaven pussy open. Phillip grinned. "Yeah, girl, that's it, much better." A small bead of sweat formed on his forehead, but he ignored it. He wanted to sweat all over this dirty girl and her tight pink pussy. He pressed his cock up against her opening. She still seemed bored, as if this was another task at work that had to be completed. He wiped some spit off his mouth and rubbed it on the tip of his dick. "I see you every Saturday morning, it's a nice way to start the day. It's a shame you are such a bitch." He slid his dick into her and she moved her body back so she took it to the hilt. She moaned loudly. "mm, yeah that's it, take it." He pushed his dick in and out, but just the first two inches of it, so it hardly went inside her. "look at you, all nice and wet, your dripping on my cock, you slut." She pushed back against him, writhing up against the sink. He was driving her mad. "Mmm, no no no, not all the way." He took his dick out and rubbed it on her clit. She sighed. The tip of his dick was spongy and it slid frantically all over her clit. Back and forth it slid over her swollen clit and lips. He continued tease her, sweat running down his face and into his open mouth. He grunted as his cock got more and more moist. Juices were flowing out of her pussy. He sunk his cock back into her pussy, deeper than ever. A long moan escaped from her lips. He began to thrust in long movements. The force of his thrusts were making dirty sounds that he had only heard in porno. He reached around and pinched and pulled on her clit lightly and she began to shake. "you are a fuckin wet little bitch, and I love it." He reached down and grabbed her hips with one hand as the other grasped a fistful of hair. She squealed out in pain. He pulled his dick out and came in a large spurt on her ass. He smacked her lightly. "You were good, If you make this an ongoing thing with me, you won't ever have to work in this shitty coffee shop again, I'll take care of you if you take care of me. " She turned back and looked at him "Okay." "you just have to keep up the end of your deal and I will do the same. Stop by my office after you have cleaned yourself up and we'll figure out the specifics." He smacked her ass again. "yeah I think things will work out fine." Sugar... I knew who you were when you rang the doorbell. I have watched you for over a year, my hot young married neighbor from down the street. I like to watch you do things outside your house and I can't resist sliding my hand down my pants, stroking my clit and thinking about sliding my hand down your pants... You mow the lawn with no shirt on and I love to drive slowly by in my convertible, catching your eye as the sweat rolls down your back. You always smile and wave like a good neighbor. But then I see you look at me when you drive by, your wife in the car. I see the look in your eyes mirrors my own, hungry . . . ------- One summer day I'm out back by the pool in my bikini bottom, no top thanks to my private yard. I've been out here all morning, greasing up with suntan lotion, paying special attention to my breasts, kneading the lotion in and rubbing my big nipples. As I lie in my lounge chair, I half doze off, warm and sleepy in the sun, thinking about the things I need to get up and do. Soon I just can't lie there any more. I'm hot and ready for a drink, so I throw on my little cover up and make my way through the back door and into the kitchen. Just as I put the ice cubes in a glass, the doorbell rings. I peek out the front door and as I see you there, I think, "Great, here I am all hot, sweaty and smelling of suntan lotion and you have to appear." With a devilish gleam in your eye you ask, "May I borrow a cup of sugar?" I just laugh as you proffer the empty cup and tell you to follow me. We go into the kitchen and I can feel your eyes on my ass as I lead the way. As we enter the kitchen, I hear you stop by the back door, the blinds rattling as you look out at the pool. I turn and sneak a peek at you, looking you over from head to toe. You are just as fine up close and in person as you are in my fantasies. I watch your big hands on the blinds and can feel myself getting wet as I think about you running them up and down my body... I suddenly realize you have turned around and are speaking to me, and I can feel my guilty blush creeping up my neck to my face. "Do you use this pool often?" You ask, apparently not for the first time as I see you raise one eyebrow and smirk at me. "Yes, I love to swim laps and swim daily if the weather's nice," I reply, looking down into the cup I'm holding. I feel like an idiot, standing here blushing like a schoolgirl, but feeling my nipples getting hard just the same. I realize then that I'm only wearing this little cover up and you can probably see right through it, so I cross my arms in front of my breasts and think, "Get a grip girl!" "What are you making that you need sugar?" Is all I can think of to say. "Not sure yet," You reply, and walk toward me, still smiling but now with a look in your eye that sets off alarm bells in my head. Turning quickly, I beat a hasty retreat to the counter where the sugar canister sits, thinking to myself, "Give him the sugar and get him the hell out of here." I have always been a huge flirt, but I feel way out of my depth here. You are one really fine looking man, but you're married and so young and this whole encounter is starting to make me nervous. As I reach to get the canister of sugar, I feel you press into my back, your hardness rubbing my ass. I jump as you growl deep in your throat, "You know I don't need any sugar, baby." I try to turn around, stuttering, "Wha...what did you say?" but you hold me against the counter and begin to rub yourself against me harder, working your hard cock between my legs. "No!" I say, "This isn't right! You have a wife, you can't just come in here..." But you cut me off by pulling my head back hard by my hair and sticking your tongue in my mouth. You suck my bottom lip in your mouth, biting down and pulling it through your teeth, making me forget what I was saying. Still pulling my hair, you kiss me again hard, until I can't breathe, almost shoving your tongue down my throat. You growl again, mumbling something into my mouth about "You fucking tease." You bite my shoulder then run your tongue up my neck and across my cheek, nipping and licking my face. I try to turn away, but you have your hand tangled deep in my long hair, using it to steer my head any way you like. Holding me by the arm and grabbing the glass of ice off the counter, you pull me stumbling down the hall to the master bedroom. I'm excited, but really scared too. I don't know you at all, and here you are in my home manhandling me and ordering me around. And yet, I stand here breathing heavily, my chest heaving, waiting to see what your next move will be. Putting the glass on the nightstand, you turn around and look at me. The look in your eye says, "I'm going to eat you for lunch." A shiver runs down my spine. Walking slowly across the room to me, you tell me, "Take off that top now." You're smiling, but the smile doesn't quite reach your eyes. I hesitate, and by then it's too late, you're right in front of me. Running your hands up under my top, you find my nipples and pinch them until I gasp and a tear rolls down my cheek. You shake your head and quietly repeat, "Take off that top now." As I undo the ties with shaking hands, you bend closer and lick the tear off my cheek. I let the top fall to the floor and see you looking at my tits. I see your eyes widen as you see just how big they are. Taking their weight in your hands, you run your thumbs over my hard and distended nipples. Taking me to the bed, you lie me down on my back, leaving my head hanging over the side. I watch you as you take off your tee and slide your shorts off, running your hands up your hard body. You have that sexy gleam in your eye again as you take your cock in one hand and stroke it slowly, cupping your balls with the other hand. I can actually feel your eyes as they run down my body, taking in my 40 C's with the nice tan and my long, shiny legs. I try one more time to tell you to stop. I don't like being out of control, and as much as I want you, I'm accustomed to calling the shots. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, coming into my home and pushing me around?" I ask, trying to maybe bluff you into stopping with my tone. But I find maybe I was just bluffing myself as you walk up to me, pull my head back over the edge of the bed and slide your cock into my mouth, cutting my protests off. Slowly and gently, you start sliding your cock farther and farther in my mouth. I'm paralyzed for a moment, expecting you to hurt me again, but you just continue slowly fucking my mouth, running your hands over my tits and down my stomach, squeezing and pulling as you go. Every muscle in my body is clenched tight. I realize nothing I say is going to stop the inevitable. I also realize I've never been this wet before, can I really be this turned on and this scared at the same time? With another growl you pull my bikini bottom off and grab my thighs in your big hands, digging into the soft skin, spreading them wide. I'm only offering token resistance now, so you casually lick all over my inner thighs, leaving small bites here and there and making me jump and groan with passion. As I start to suck and lick your cock, you bury your head between my legs, sliding your tongue up and down my pussy, making me arch my back and moan and purr. All thoughts of who is in control fly right out of my head as you find my clit and suck and nibble on it. Pushing first one, then two big fingers deep into my pussy, you fuck me with your fingers as you suck and bite harder on my clit. I put my arms around your ass, pulling you deeper into my mouth, squeezing your balls softly, causing you to thrust harder down my throat. We are in a nice rhythm now, and I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as I get ready to cum. Suddenly, you pull your face out of my pussy, sucking my swollen lips as you do. I try to follow you with my pussy, needing to cum and I was so close, dammit! You push me back down onto the bed, holding me still while you spread my pussy open with your fingers. I can feel the air on my hard clit and I try to squirm around, seeking release from somewhere. Suddenly I jump as icy cold is placed on my clit. You have taken ice from the cup and are sliding it up and down my pussy, the melted water running down my ass. It melts quickly, hot as I am, so you take another ice cube and run it up and down my inner thighs until it too is melted and gone, and I can feel my nipples getting harder and tighter from the cold. I'm having an incredibly hard time trying to suck your dick and not grind my teeth on it as I'm quickly losing any semblance of control. You take one more ice cube and place it directly on my clit, gently at first, but then pushing and rubbing it with more pressure as it starts to melt from the heat radiating from me. I tense up and then let loose the fiercest orgasm, only your hand holding me open keeping me from bouncing right off of the bed. As I cum, you take me again in your mouth, licking and sucking every bit of my pussy juice up, leaving me a twitching and quivering mess. Pulling yourself out of my mouth, you turn me over onto my stomach, holding my wrists up above my head in one of your big hands. You spread my limp legs and lay on top of me, crushing me into the bed, covering me from head to toe, so I can't move an inch. Slowly you sink your cock all the way in my pussy until your balls are resting on my clit. You pull back quickly, until just the head of your cock is inside me, then slowly thrust back in. Whispering in my ear you ask me, "Still want me to stop?" as you lie motionless on top of me, waiting for my reply. I moan, "Nooo, don't stop." You laugh and say, "I knew you would say that, you horny bitch." Fucking me now with long, measured strokes in and out of my throbbing pussy, you are still holding my wrists above my head but not as tightly. You start to suck on my neck and shoulders, biting and nibbling until goose bumps break out all over my skin. When you reach under me with one hand and start rubbing my clit, I can't keep from cumming, screaming out loud as I jerk and try to drive myself back harder onto you. Letting go of my wrists and holding me around my waist, you roll over onto your back, keeping me firmly anchored on your cock. Then hands against my back, you push me up until I'm sitting on top with you buried deep inside me. Grabbing my ass tightly with your hands, you start to push me up and down your shaft. "Move that ass, baby," You tell me, smacking me hard on one ass cheek while still pushing and pulling the other. I run a hand down each of your hard, hairy thighs and lean forward a bit, balancing on my hands and knees. I start to slowly rotate my hips in a circle as you guide me up and down your cock. You continue to spank me, and I can feel my ass getting hotter and hotter with each slap of your hand. My pussy is dripping with my cum, it's impossible to feel where I end and you begin. Now it's my turn to take your thighs in my hands and push them apart, just enough to get a hand in between your legs. I take your balls and rub them on my clit, soaking them in my pussy juice and rolling them softly in my hand. I run my wet hand under your balls and rub the tip of my middle finger around the rim of your ass. You stop spanking me and move your hands to my hips, moaning as I continue to ride you and slowly slide half of my wet finger into your ass. I continue to fuck you with my finger and you spread your legs wider to allow me deeper. Soon I have my whole finger sliding in and out of you and you moan louder and louder, your hands clenching and unclenching on my hips. "Now I'm back in control and you don't even realize it," I think to myself with a smile, throwing my head back and losing myself in the feeling of sliding up and down your member, gripping you tightly as I can with my pussy. I'm well on my way to my third orgasm when you suddenly grip my hips and pull me right off of your cock, my finger popping out of your ass, and I find myself on my back with you on top now. I must have been sending out vibes for you to realize how cocky I was feeling, because you quickly put an end to it, sliding your hands under my head, grabbing two big handfuls of hair and holding your face inches from my own. "Open your legs," you demand. Nipples still throbbing from earlier, I quickly obey and slide them open as far as I can. "Good girl," you say as you slide your cock into me once again. Holding my head by my hair, you stare into my eyes and proceed to fuck me deep and hard, bringing tears to my eyes once again as you bottom out against my cervix with each stroke. Pulling my head back, you begin sucking on my neck hard, making little bite marks like you're putting your brand on me. I hold my breath and just hold on tight, not able to do more than just experience the feelings that are coming from being taken like this. Letting go of my head, you slide your hands under me, grabbing my hot, pink ass in your hands, pulling it up off the bed and holding me tightly against you. I didn't think it was possible for you to go any deeper than you already were, but with this angle your cock is sliding in and out of my pussy with amazing intensity, my pulsing clit crushed between you and your cock, sliding up and down your hot, hard shaft, all wet with my cum. I can feel it all the way to my toes and it feels like my hair is standing on end. I start to shake with yet another orgasm and realize, yes, that's really me, grunting and crying, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" at the top of my lungs. I can't breathe and my ears are actually ringing. I've clenched my teeth so hard that my damn jaw hurts. You start to pump faster and faster and finally drive hard, yelling while cumming deeply inside me. It feels as if my insides are being scorched with each hot spurt of cum. Totally spent, we both just lie there, panting and feeling the aftershocks until your cock starts to soften and slowly leaves my pussy, making me twitch and whine because it feels like I've lost a part of me. After you catch your breath, you roll off of me and run your hand down my body like you now own it, squeezing and rubbing it possessively as you go. "Oh my God," I say as I roll onto my side and look you in the eye. I run my fingertips down your sweat-slicked body, memorizing the feel of you. You lean over and cup my chin in your big hand, kissing me long and deep. "If you don't quit driving by my house and teasing me, this will happen again," you warn in a very stern voice, squeezing my ass hard and giving it one last slap. Smiling at you, I'm already planning what I'll be wearing the next time I drive by your house. Sugar and Cream Waking up in a strange bedroom, my world alternating between brave, new, and what the hell are you thinking! It had so long been a fantasy of mine that I could scarcely believe it nor imagine how much the night's festivities might impact my life. Where should I begin? The wide aperture would take you to junior high when I expressed revulsion when I first heard of a guy eating pussy. Soon afterward, lesbian fantasies were the only ones I enjoyed reading, and a single cock in a Penthouse spread would be one too many. It was as though my fantasy women were being violated by a third person. Couldn't this unwanted guest understand that there were many red-blooded hetero readers who only wanted to see the package between their own fingers? As years went by, I gradually found myself getting aroused by some images of transexuals. I don't know what it was about these long haired effeminate ladyboys that made it possible for me to consider or even look at the types of things they would do to a man or have done to them. Maybe it had to do with how turned on I was early in my sex life when a number of lovers fondled, kissed, licked and penetrated my insatiable ass ring with their fingers and mouths. I can still remember being amazed how far I would shoot a load of come when I saw a beautiful caramel-colored tranny in a five shot sequence licking a guy from his balls down to his asshole while the guy was beating off looking into her eyes. Fast forward to the present, and I find myself heterosexual for the most part, yet with occasional urges to taste forbidden fruit. The fantasies I have these days are somewhat similar to the earliest ones I knew. Only, instead of just two or more women, there would often be another man and zero or more women. Granted, the number of females is usually one or two, but I have on occasion even fantasized about just a guy and me. Usually I'll be lying on my back with my knees high and my ankles spread as my male lover is licking my cock, balls and playhole. Every now and again, I even see myself pleasing a man the same way--whether it be me teasing his crack with my tongue while he strokes himself to climax or we're in a slow, intricate sixty-nine. Usually, however, my fantasies involve a dominant woman who is turned on by watching two men together, and who may or may not be bisexual herself. Sugar is a dominant woman. And she happens to be very bisexual. We met on a Saturday afternoon at Charles DeGaulle airport in Paris at a bookstore. The title Bound caught my attention, and I flipped through the pages to see if the love scenes between Gina Gershon and Jennifer Tilly were any steamer than the film. "Now, that was a hot movie," said a dark chocolate woman in a southern drawl whose large breasts suddenly pressed against me in the crowded store. Her forehead was even with my chin, and her slight touch in the crowded store had an instantaneous effect on my startled cock. She looked up and into my eyes after slowly and deliberately using my shoulder to regain her balance, her gaze dropping to the swelling in my crotch where it brushed against her. I can't remember ever having reacted so quickly so anyone's touch before or since. "Yeah," I said nervously. "I loved that movie, too." I didn't know what to say but continued, "if I were a woman, I'm sure I would be a lesbian." The sensual black woman smiled and asked if I spoke French. "Who me? I can read just a little, but my pronunciation has been called atrocious," I grimaced. "Well, that's too bad. I really love French erotica. My favorite author has just come out with a new book, N'oubliez pas le Crème. You see the cover with two couples in a somewhat curious pose at a coffee table." As she started speaking, I noticed the cover details featured a young white couple and an older black couple who had expressive faces in a slightly unusual cafe scene. Looking closer, I saw that one of the black woman's hands was noticeably inserted inside the front of the pants of the shocked blond man. The redheaded woman behind him had her hands on his shoulder, her lustful eyes locked on the intruding digits. The heavier-set black man in the front of the image had a knowing smile on his face as his partner's other hand squeezed his upper thigh, the artist being kind to blend the colors in such fashion to make you believe you saw both bulge and stain on his dark trousers. "This is the third book in a series that she's done with these couples. It started as a torrid affair between Gladys, the one with the wandering hands..." I felt my face redden as we both took in the fullness of the book cover. Some pictures may be worth a thousand words--this one could inspire at least a million. Her hand somehow clasped mine as she finished her sentence, "and Cayenne, the insatiable redhead." I could not believe how turned on I had become in little more than a minute. Both of our eyes reflected the racing in our minds that had suddenly consumed us. Rather than withdraw my hand, it involuntarily responded with finger tracing on her palms and then around her soft, smooth hands. "I'm Sugar," the mischievous schoolteacher of a woman said in a low voice. She leaned forward to give me a french cheek kiss, quite unlike the handshakes that I usually exchange with women. "Where are you headed today?" Where am I headed? I was completely distracted from traveling. "Brussels. I'm Randy. Randy Williams from Seattle. I'm working Monday through Friday and then fly back next Sunday." "What a pleasant coincidence. I am also going to Brussels--Air France?" "Yes," I replied, feeling my cock grow and sensing she was aware. "That is fantastic! I should call my husband and have him set another plate for dinner tonight. Do you have plans? Are you married?" Husband? I knew it was starting to sound too good to be true. I tried not to show my disappointment. "No, I just left a two year relationship with a much-too-conservative woman." I had to keep my bitterness in check. During that entire time, I neither received nor gave oral sex, having to be satisfied with missionary sex once or twice monthly. It's no wonder I began fantasizing! "Well, conservative we are not," the diminutive dark temptress smiled. "And, actually, it is good that you are traveling alone. The author of that book we just looked at, Dominique, is also coming for dinner. A foursome would be perfect!" I felt my breath empty from my lungs. Not quite sure what she meant by perfect, but the invitation was difficult to resist. "You're really kind. I'll have to check into the hotel and shower when we arrive. What time were you thinking?" "Shall we make it 8:00? That gives us a few hours." "That sounds great. Where's your seat?" "Let me see. It's 31A. You?" "I'm in business for this leg. I have someone waiting for me at the airport and need to make a few calls as soon as we land, so 8 o'clock will be perfect." "Tres bien. Here is my card with my phone and email. I'll write the address on the back. Please let me know if you cannot make it. Dress code will be casual, and we have spare toiletries and pajamas if needed." Pajamas? I looked at Sugar inquisitively. "I meant if the night gets long, and you wanted to sleep in one of the spare rooms." "Thanks. It sounds like they're boarding now. I'll see you at eight? Should I bring anything?" "A bottle of wine if you like." She gave me a long lingering look from my knees up to my crotch and beyond. I felt a sexual wave in the wake of her blatant lust, having no idea what she had in mind. "Just bring your birthday suit, and you'll be fine," she winked as she disappeared from view. _________________________ When 8:00 finally arrived, I felt like a schoolboy being invited to a private naughty teacher's affair. It wasn't so much the age difference as it was the sexual maturity. Sugar seemed quite experienced, to say nothing of her friend, the erotic author. I had my share of exploits in high school and college, but my recent years had been an odyssey of vanilla sex. Nothing could have prepared me for Dominique and Sugar standing in revealing sheer bedroom attire at the entrance to the four bedroom townhouse. I don't know how long I stared at their nipples before the blond woman said, "bonjour, je suis Dominique." "Bonjour! I'm Randy. It looks like I'm overdressed?" Dominique wasted no time. She reached straight out for the top of my jeans, unfastening the button with one hand as she reached behind my underwear with the other. I felt like she was designing a new cover. Sugar removed my shoes and socks, laughing at her friend's brashness. "Hello, Randy. I'm Pierre," said the black man dressed in the same type of women's lingerie that the two women wore. "I believe these are yours," he said, gesturing to a neatly folded pile of towels with equally see-through lingerie on top. "Uh, thank you. All of you. I'm not sure if we have the same thing in mind," I said as I could not help noticing Pierre's cockhead dance beneath the edge of his nighty. "Mais, oui," Dominique mocked as she continued undressing me after Pierre's interruption. "Sugar tells me that you found my latest book very interesting. She tells me that the reason you came to dinner is because you saw the cover. She says you were, how-do-you-say, impressed?" I stopped fighting Dominique's quick-moving hands as she had gotten off everything but my shirt. I noticed Sugar smiling in the kitchen, looking at us as she opened a bottle of wine. As the erotic author stared at my quivering manhood, she held the piece of lingerie in front of me, waiting for me to take off my shirt and put it on. In one smooth motion, I slid out of my shirt and reached my hands up through the armholes of the sheer attire I was about to wear. She stepped in towards me and held my hands in hers, keeping me from lowering my arms and letting everyone see my naked torso and bouncing cock. Through the fabric, her lips found mine. She kept me suspended with no desire to lower my arms and shield my nakedness. I suddenly became aware of attention being given to my exposed areas. I felt two distinct mouths kissing and licking the head of my cock. Dominique was still in front of me, so I imagined who the two were that were French-kissing with my cockhead between their moist lips. Dominique reached down to my cock and started stroking the length of it into one mouth and then the other. I couldn't move. "Do you know what my new book is about, Randy? Do you know anything about the title?" I could not remember the name and never knew what it meant. My mind returned to the foursome on the cover. One woman's hand was down the front of a man's trousers whose partner held him in place while the woman massaged her own man's thigh with her other hand. But, he still could not remember the title or anything about it. "It's called 'Do not Forget the Cream.' Do you think you can guess what it is about?" As I parsed through the words, I looked at Sugar whose eyes were glued to mine as she stroked her husband's thick cock, seeming to point it towards me. His eyes were crescent moon slits as he rocked back and forth, my cock and eyes competing for his attention. "No," I said nervously. "No, I can't." I had not had much experience with same sex situations and was unsure how I felt about it. "Okay, there is no problem. The best way to explain the title is to give an example." With her hand still on my cock, she looked me in the eye and asked, "do you like eating pussy?" Before I was able to reply, she moved her other hand, with drenched fingertips, to my nose and lips. I licked and sucked her fingers while maintaining her gaze. After a few moments of bliss, I answered, "oh, yes. Absolutely." She took my hand and walked me to the master bedroom which held a very large bed. The French nymph lied down with her head on the pillow, her legs spread open, her fingers plying the folds of soft flesh around to expose her clit, all the while watching the lust grow upon my face. "Mon dieu! If you don't want any, I want some," said Sugar as she let go of Pierre's rigid member. Dominique's fingers filtered through Sugar's coarse hair, keeping her friend pressed deeply into her womanhood. The blond author stared at me as her friend burrowed into her furry hole. After a couple of minutes, during which she encouraged me to masturbate while watching them, she pulled Sugar by the hair away from her pussy to let me see her sopping bush. "Don't you want any of zis pussy," the seductress insisted, as she opened up her pussy lips with her free hand. Pierre left the couch where Sugar had been stroking him, hardened his tongue, looked toward me, then licked his wife from behind, paying particular attention to her clitoris and asshole. At one point, when he had entered his wife's anus with his fully extended rock hard tongue, Sugar reached backward and held her man by the back of his hair, not letting him escape from his duties. I moved toward her insatiable love hole and ravaged it with my lips and tongue as though it were the last watering hole before crossing the Sahara. At first, Sugar licked her friend along with me. She would lick from her protruding clitoris all the way down to her twitching asshole. Then, she turned her attention to me, sticking her tongue in my ear while I ate her friend. Sugar moved down my body, her hand tracing my spine to the small of my back. She positioned herself directly between my legs then leaned forward and started licking my asshole. She played with my cock while she tended to my ass and balls with her very thorough mouth muscles. A sudden shade alerted me to Pierre's new position behind his wife. His tongue was being replaced by his even harder cock. At one moment, I felt Sugar's tongue stop exercising my ass and felt the deep breaths that accompany penetration from such a large cock. She moaned into my balls and ass, her nose pressed against the crease between my groin and leg. After a few thrusts, she found a rhythm between his clocklike pounding. All the while, Dominique stared at the three of us from her position at the top of the bed. I should have guessed she would be a squirter. It came out of nowhere as I heard Sugar coming with her face repeatedly smacking against my ass cheeks. Pierre also sounded like he was about to lose it. As the black man began to breathe very heavily, Dominique suddenly grabbed my hair and forced my face to stay right where it was as she ground her cunt against it. Along the ridge of my nose, my lips and extended tongue, she coated my face with a thick sheen. I could tell that something was about to happen as she gasped uncontrollably. She pulled my face away from her pussy and stared at me as she ejaculated three or four times. I had heard of women ejaculating, but I had never seen such a thing. It wasn't like urine or cum, but she sprayed me like I've never been sprayed in my life. I wasn't sure how to react for a moment, when Sugar's attentive mouth licked and kissed all of the liquid that had coated my face and hair, almost closing my nostrils. "So what do you think? You like eating zis pussy? Tu aimes mon crème?" "Oh my God. I've never been turned on so much in my life! Is this what you meant when you said, don't forget the cream?" Sugar reached for my cock and said, "you still haven't come. Maybe you want to eat my pussy?" Dominique sat next to me and stroked my cock along with Sugar. Pierre stood next to Dominique, his cock dangling in front of her. She took him in her mouth and said, "I can taste Sugar on your cock." She then looked to me and presented me the sticky black slab filling her hand. "Can you taste her on his cock?" Without thinking, my mouth opened and Dominique guided the thick muscle between my lips. She took it out then rubbed it around my face, pointing it straight up and pressing his balls against my face and lips. "Take his balls in your mouth. He likes that." I did what she told me. Sugar had meanwhile positioned herself at the top of the bed and had her legs opened, playing with her pussy while watching her husband's cock being pleasures by Dominique and me. She managed to get my attention and used her curled finger to call me forward to her soaking cunt. When I got close to her pussy, I noticed a thick white substance flowing from her pussy down her asscrack. For a moment, I felt and looked apprehensive. But, Dominique already had her hand behind my head, her free one on my cock. We looked at each other, and she said, "you must not forget the cream." I looked back to Sugar's dripping hole, and Dominique pushed me face first into her good friend's steaming box. While Dominique stroked my cock, I felt a tongue in my asshole. I knew it had to be Pierre. As I was cleaning his cum from his wife's lust pit, he was preparing me for something that I had neither expected nor wanted. But it all happened so smoothly. Not necessarily quick, per se. I was lost in a daydream as I buried myself in Sugar. Her reassuring hands on my face and in my hair had me hypnotized. Dominique's steady hand and the contact she made with Pierre's face while he tongue-fucked me left me in a state of nirvana. I didn't notice when Pierre stopped rimming me. Dominique's fingertips with lube took its place and she immensely enjoyed playing with my ass and sticking one, then two or three fingers inside me. When I finally realized that there was something larger than a tongue or finger in my ass, it was too late. Sugar closed her legs and had both hands behind my head to make sure I stayed in place. Dominique stretched my cheeks apart and pulled my cock forward to make sure that Pierre could penetrate me as effortlessly as possible. Once he was all the way in and all motion stopped, Dominique let go off my ass cheeks and pushed them together, forcing me to be aware of the large black cock inside me. Dominique and Pierre helped get me up on my knees after having been fully laid down on my stomach. The erotic author grabbed my still hard and aching-to-come cock and began jerking more life into it. She moved up to look me in the eyes and said, "it is time for you to come now, all right?" I was so turned on, like I had never been in my life and could not believe I hadn't come yet. I could only smile at her as my ass was slowly being fucked by the black man behind me. "I am going to lay beneath you and suck your cock, lick your balls, and my tongue is going to dance along Pierre's big black dick to the point where he penetrates you. What do you think?" I could still do nothing but smile. The strain that the cock put on my ass did not leave me able to speak much. "And you must eat my pussy at the same time. If we are lucky, we will come at the same time. Will you know when I'm doing?" I smiled at her, thinking of the spray that her friend suckled from my face. She licked my lips and tongue, kissed me full on the mouth, then went upside down between my legs. Her pussy found its way just below my face. Her hands locked my head in place, and her mouth began to do its magic. She licked all around my cock and balls, tracing the shaft all the way down to where Pierre's cock penetrated my virgin hole. As she poked her tongue around the edges of his black muscle, I could hear Pierre begin to lose control. And then I could feel it quiver inside me. Dominique also began to hold my face in position as her sex hole began its march towards release. At that moment, I finally felt myself become overwhelmed. I managed to look up and see Sugar on the verge of orgasm, rapidly beating her clitoris as she watched the three of us. Finally, as I start to feel the thick muscle inside my ass began to vibrate and expand, as I feel the clenched fists in my hair keeping my face pinned to a pussy that I know is about to explode, as I hear Sugar begin crying out over and over, "I'm coming," my cock finally blasts out a long overdue load. It felt like my orgasm lasted an eternity. I finally regained consciousness when feeling Sugar kissing and licking the thick spray with which her friend coated me. I barely noticed the spent cock still inside my ass or the gentle kisses and nibbles that Dominique continued spoiling me with. What happened in the morning is another story to tell. Sugar and Her Father Dulcinea "Sugar" Garcia awoke from a fitful sleep, with her carnal needs not even close to having been satisfied. She glared at her husband, who was lying beside her, sound asleep and snoring loudly, and silently called him some vile names in Spanish. Although she is bilingual, that is her native language, and Sugar knows all the worst of some really nasty things to call people. She used a substantial part of her vocabulary as she lay in bed early that morning, but he remained asleep, and would not have heard her even if she had said them aloud. It wasn't his snoring that bothered her; she was being driven up the wall by his refusal to attend to her sexual needs. Sugar is a very sensuous woman. Before her marriage to Ricardo, she had enjoyed all forms of sex with men, and even a few women. She is not a lesbian or even bisexual; she just loves sex, and what she loves more than anything is having her pussy caressed by the agile tongue of either a woman or a man until she is brought to a thunderous orgasm. Before their wedding, Ricardo had gone down on her body a few times, rather inexpertly, but well enough to bring her to a climax each time. Sugar expected her bridegroom to continue giving her pleasure in her favorite way and to improve his technique after their nuptials, but that had not happened. From their wedding night on, he had absolutely refused to touch her with his mouth anywhere below the waist, only occasionally kissing a breast and nowhere else above that line of demarcation. The lack of what she craved was what kept her from having a truly satisfying sex life and from getting the full night's sleep she wanted and really needed. Later that morning, after her well-rested husband had gone to work, Sugar Garcia decided to do something about his inconsiderate attitude. She thought of him as being selfish because of his absolute refusal to satisfy her in bed, even though she did everything he wanted, which was one of the reasons he slept so soundly. There were other men, she knew, who would do what she needed, and she believed one of them lived right down the street. Ricardo Garcia Senior, the father of her spouse, had a multitude of beautiful young women who loved and adored what he did for them, and Sugar knew, from asking some of them, he was an expert at eating their pussies. Although sixty years old and retired, her father was still a vigorous, desirable man, and Sugar decided she would call on him that day while his son was at work. What she wanted was to get his face between her thighs and his tongue in the needy, wet place where it would do her the most good. If he wanted to fuck her after that, it would be more than alright with her. The mere thought of his tongue and cock in her pussy was enough to start her lubricating. Determined to get what she deserved and needed, she picked up the telephone and called him. "Hello, Ricardo. This is Sugar, and I want to come to see you and ask you to do something for me." "Of course. C'mon down. You know I'll do anything for a sexy girl like you. My wife is out visiting her mother today and tomorrow, so there won't be anybody around to keep us from doing what you want." Sugar was very glad to hear that and, from what had been said, wondered if Ricardo Senior already knew what she wanted. "Alright. I'll be there in about an hour." That would give her time to carefully bathe and apply some cologne. It would help in the seduction she planned, but she knew better than to put it near her pussy, because Sugar was aware the natural scent of that part of her body was, by far, more alluring to men than anything artificial she might want to add. Her father had been speaking only partly in jest. He believed she was interested in him, because some of the young women he serviced sexually had told him of her curiosity, and he hoped to add the gorgeous and sexy Sugar to his long list of regular bed partners. He would not be deterred by the fact she was married to his son. At the same time, if her request had nothing at all to do with sex, he would just claim to have been joking, and he would probably do what she wanted, because he was very fond of the young hotty, besides being so taken by her beauty When he answered the door of his home in response to Sugar knocking, he was extremely happy to see her and let her in, because she was dressed in a more provocative manner than he had ever seen her. She was wearing a short, tight skirt and a low cut blouse and, from the way her breasts moved, he was certain she was wearing only a very skimpy bra, and maybe not even that. Although tempted, he did not use his hands to determine if he was right or not, being fairly sure he would know in a few minutes anyhow. Besides her sumptuous body, she has a truly beautiful face, with a clear, light tan complexion, a great cloud of shiny black hair and striking facial features, especially her smoldering dark eyes. "Come in, you sweet thing," he welcomed her, followed by hugging and kissing the red lips she turned to him, and leading her to the family room. Sugar followed, although the bedroom was where she would have rather gone. Her host was not particularly handsome, but he was in excellent physical condition, slender and broad-shouldered, with a bushy beard and mustache, which his female friends all said felt great on their swollen clits and pussy lips. She hoped to find out for herself that morning and afternoon. They sat on a small sofa, and Ricardo turned to the young hotty and asked "What's on your mind, Sugar?" As he spoke, he placed his hand on her bare knee and gave an affectionate light squeeze. She made no attempt to push the hand away, and even made it more welcome by pulling her skirt higher up on her thighs. "Ricardo, I notice you have a lot of girl friends, some of them young enough to be your daughters. Or even your daughter." "Yes, I do," he replied, elated at the direction her visit was taking. "I must have something they like, or do something." As he spoke, he moved closer, and his hand crept up to the middle of Sugar's thigh. She smiled and spread her legs slightly, as if to give the questing hand more freedom to go where it wanted, which was the same place she wanted it to go. "I was hoping I could find out what it was they like so much. Especially if it's something you do." "I think it would be better for me to show you rather than telling you." By that time, his hand was on the inside of her thigh, less than an inch from the crotch of Sugar's panties, and he was smiling eagerly. She smiled back just as eagerly, raised her ass from the sofa and hiked up her skirt so it was bunched around her waist, showing off her snug red panties. "Can you show it to me here?" "I could, but the bedroom is a much better place." "Well then, let's go there, instead of sitting here talking about it." Sugar stood up but still held her skirt high to show off the cameltoe and the small but spreading stain in the crotch of her panties. Ricardo escorted his horny visitor to the bedroom he usually shared with his wife, happy she was going to be away overnight. He was glad he had changed the sheets after Sugar's call, in the expectation his hunch would be right, as it obviously was. When they stopped in front of the bed, he stepped behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, before moving them around her body and cupping her luscious breasts. That was something he had wanted to do from the time he first met the sexy young woman who later became his daughter. However, fondling her breasts was only a small part of what he wanted to do, so he pulled the blouse from her short skirt and began to unfasten the buttons. She turned to face him and started to do the same to his shirt, but he finished first and she turned around to let him pull her blouse all the way off, besides unhooking her bra. Wanting to tease, just a little, Sugar held the cups in place over her breasts when she turned to face Ricardo, before pulling it all the way off and moving her body so her succulent bosom would bounce enticingly in front of him. He had always known her breasts were beautiful, but he could hardly believe just how succulent they really were. Raptly, he cupped either of the lovely orbs in a hand and bent down to lick one of her dark brown nipples. They were already hard, and Ricardo could even feel all the tiny erect ridges and the pebbly texture of the young woman's areola against his tongue. Ripples of pleasure coursed through Sugar's body, and she cooed happily and started squirming under the ministrations of the older man. It felt even better when he transferred his attentions to the other nipple. "Oooo, that feels good," she told Ricardo. "Why didn't you teach your son how to please a woman?" He raised his head, but only briefly, to answer her question. "He's too dumb to know what's fun, either for himself or for you." Having answered her question, his mouth returned to the activity he and Sugar both much preferred. "That already feels wonderful," she told him. "But it'll be a lot better if we're lying down." Having made that obvious suggestion, she removed her skirt and lay on her back with a pillow under her head, naked except for her panties, and held her breasts in place for more oral attentions. Ricardo took his shirt the rest of the way off and joined her, his tongue immediately resuming what it had been doing to Sugar's erect nipples. For several minutes, his mouth alternated between the luscious breasts of his daughter, while her movements under him grew more strenuous. Some of the time, he caressed her whole nipple and areola with broad strokes of his tongue, and sometimes he used just the tip. Sugar was sighing and cooing happily, especially when he drew one of her breasts into his mouth and started to suck on her soft brown flesh. While the delightful globes were engulfed by his mouth, his tongue continued to lick where it was doing the most good. He was immensely enjoying what he was doing, as was Sugar, but the truly delectable aroma of her pussy was luring him to go lower on her body. Avidly, he licked and kissed and nuzzled his way down her soft belly until he reached her pubic hair. He kissed her Mount of Venus and slid off the bed, to get back on at the foot and approach Sugar on his knees. She was still wearing her panties, with a big, wet area in the crotch from her copious juices, and that was the aroma calling him forward. Ricardo reached out, hooked his fingers in the waistband and started to tug on that final garment. Sugar grinned and lifted her ass from the bed so he could pull them down and off around her feet, leaving her totally naked, just as they both wanted her to be. He had never seen her nude before, and Ricardo had fantasized about what Sugar's pussy would look like. She has a heavy, black bush of pubic hair, which delighted him, because he loves naturalness in the pussies he eats or fucks. The skin surrounding the curly hair was a soft tan like her face, and her dripping slit, with her inner lips blossoming through, was a lovely soft pink. In his life, he had seen many alluring pussies, and one of the most beautiful was at the apex of Sugar's thighs. Still on his knees, Ricardo moved in closer and leaned forward so she could raise her legs and rest them on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and leaned forward so his face was inches above her gorgeous pussy and breathed in deeply. The aroma was incredible and, when he tasted some of the fresh juices, their flavor was even more delectable. This would be one of the greatest sexual adventures of his life, and he continued it by licking off the juices which had spattered on Sugar's sexy, plump legs. Her skin was soft and smooth and warm and, of all his senses being favored by her pussy, the sense of touch was being pleased the most. Sugar was squirming under his ministrations as he licked all the fresh juices from her crotch and started on an outer lip. Her black hair was thick, but it felt delightful against his tongue, and he took a long time licking everything up to her soft mons, which he kissed. Her joyful movements had evolved to writhing under his face, and her blissful cooing was music to Ricardo's ears. As he had always believed it would be, eating Sugar's pussy was a treat to all his senses. After pleasing his taste buds again with the juices which were flowing heavily from her, he started licking her other outer lip. She felt as she were in Paradise when this one got the same treatment from Ricardo as he had provided the first. Waves of pleasure swept back and forth over Sugar's body as his clever tongue slowly caressed her all the way to her mons again, and he raised his face, smeared with her juices, and grinned. She smiled back; Ricardo winked and lowered his face again. Seconds later, Sugar felt his tongue mopping up the fresh juices she knew she had produced, and this was followed by his starting to apply his tongue to an inner and outer lip. He started at a very sensitive place -- the tiny, ultra smooth and soft area between the origins of the two labia. When he finished that small area, he began licking between the two lips, his tongue simultaneously pleasuring both the inner and the outer. She saw him tilt his head so he could probe his tongue into the seam and take a long, highly satisfying time with what he was doing. Over and over, the pleasuring organ stroked the most sensitive parts of her pussy, sending solid streams of bliss to inundate her body. This was what she loved and had missed ever since her marriage, but Sugar vowed she would never do without it again, as long as there were men willing and available. As fabulous a time as she was having that morning, her father may have been having even more fun. He loves eating pussy, and a truly memorable one, such as the one starting to thrust up against his face, can fill him with delight and, the more time he spends on it, the better it is for him. Very slowly, licking every square millimeter of Sugar's pussy lips many times over, his tongue wandered all the way to where her clit had pushed its way out from under its hood. With the utmost delicacy, not wanting his partner to cum too soon, he caressed the little cutie with his tongue. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she whimpered happily, and her pussy began to fuck harder up against the mouth that was providing such exquisite pleasure. By that time, Sugar's head was rolling from side to side on her pillow, while she bucked and thrashed on the bed. She didn't see her father's face when he raised it to look at her, but he smiled with delight at her reactions. Once more, his mouth returned to her dripping pink hole and devoured all the fresh juices before starting to treat the other inner and outer lips as he had done the first pair of labia. Taking his time and truly relishing every second and every stroke of his tongue, Ricardo licked between Sugar's pussy lips until he reached the end of the inner one. Once again, he raised his head, but not for very long. His daughter was thrashing all over the bed and her thighs had turned partly outward, fully presenting her pussy to him. She was as sexually excited as she was going to get, and it was time to take her clit into his mouth and suck until she achieved her orgasm. He opened his mouth wide and enveloped the precious morsel, his lips forming a seal at the base. As he sucked, his mouth and cheeks acting as a bellows, his tongue caressed the swollen top and sides of her clit. Sugar's movements were even more strenuous and erratic as she reacted to the extreme sensations her body was receiving, until she joyously cried out she was cumming. "Oh, god! Oh, god! Keep sucking my clit! I'm cumming!" she crooned. Reflexively, Sugar clamped her thighs onto the temples of the man who was giving her such excruciating pleasure, and her hands buried themselves in the hair on the back of his head to press her face even more closely against her pussy. She bounced up and down on her succulent ass, ramming her pussy against his face and swinging her legs from side to side while she begged Ricardo to keep sucking her clit. Such an entreaty was unnecessary; he had no thought of leaving a pussy as outstanding as the one plastered against his face. He clung to her thighs to keep from being thrown off the bed by her strenuous movements and continued sucking and licking her clit. When Sugar climaxed, all her muscles clenched momentarily; her wet pussy rammed into Ricardo's face for an ultimate time, and she cried out in ecstasy. After her orgasm, she totally relaxed, releasing the grips her legs and hands had on his head and sprawling under him. He moved his face back, but for less than a second, because he wanted to feast on all the delicious juices her pussy had just secreted. Ricardo licked the delicious treat from Sugar's soft thighs, crotch and lips and everywhere else they had spattered, but he left them in the pink hole that had produced them. When his tongue had sluiced up everything he was going to allow himself, he moved back again, this time letting her legs fall from his shoulders. Ricardo's cock was harder than the wooden headboard of the bed, which was to be expected after such an erotic experience as eating a pussy as fabulous as that of Sugar Garcia. He needed to fuck, which was why he declined to eat the juices inside her pussy, which would be needed for their natural function of lubrication. He got off the bed, took a condom from his pants pocket before removing them and his underwear, and rolled it onto his raging erection. When he was ready for fucking, Ricardo got back onto the bed to kneel again between Sugar's legs, which were still sprawled where he had let them drop. Ricardo smiled at the sight of her face, which was a mask of delight, her eyes closed and her lips parted in a smile of absolute bliss. When she felt the bed moving, Sugar opened her eyes and gazed at the sight in front of her. "That was fantastic, Ricardo. I don't think I've ever cum like that." When she saw the stiff cock aimed at her, she grinned lewdly and reached her hands between her thighs to spread her pussy lips. "I hope your cock can do me even half as well." "You've got such a great pussy. Any man that doesn't want to eat you out is either gay or some kind of pervert. I just hope I did you justice before and that I can do it again." Ricardo moved in closer and leaned forward, supporting his weight on one hand he placed on the bed, while guiding his cock with the other. Still holding her pussy lips open, Sugar raised her legs and spread them farther apart to accommodate the big man who was moving in between them. When she felt the tip of his cock between her fingers, she centered it in the pink hole where it belonged and moved it around to spread the wetness. There was a plethora of that, from what had been left in her pussy and what she had secreted in eager anticipation of what was about to happen. "Give it to me, Ricardo. Right here," she urged him. He needed no further invitation, and thrust forward, feeling the head of his cock wedge between Sugar's fingers and against the soft edges of her wet pink hole. He had barely started and, already, he knew his cock was going to be in one of the most wonderful places of its extensive experience. Sugar also had a fair amount of experience, at least before her marriage and, after the second stroke, which drove two inches of stiff cock into her, she had a similar thought. She realized her pussy was receiving one of the best ever of the many hard cylinders, real and plastic, that had been made welcome there. When she felt Ricardo's cock surging into her for the third time, she spread her thighs wider to allow an additional fraction of an inch of penetration and thrust back to meet him. This time, he drove the entire length into her, and their two bodies came together with a satisfying wet sound, accompanied by matching sounds of joy. Sugar & Spice This is my most difficult story to date; difficult to write, difficult to read. The sex is intense; the violence, more so. Most men will not have the patience to sit through it; it takes too long to get to "the good parts". Most women will not have the stomach for it; in places, it hits too close to home. I don't know whom that might leave as an audience, but I felt it was a story worth telling. While this may be a work of fiction, its analogs – and the social dynamic that shapes and propels them – happen in this country every day. God help us all. ********** Like any nine-year-old, Sharon Brennan wanted a best friend, someone she could play with, confide in, and entrust with her deepest, darkest secrets. There were other girls at school, of course, and the assertive, engaging young girl made friends easily. But she never had the opportunity to spend time with them outside the classroom. The other girls all lived in Aurora; Sharon, along with her mother and brother had moved to a lavishly-appointed home outside the city limits, owned by her mother's friend and co-worker. That alone would not have been fatal, but Sharon had to take care of her younger brother every afternoon until her mother returned from work. That meant she usually had to hurry home on the bus – with her brother in tow – after school. Even if she wanted to stick around to be with her friends, what would she do with him? It just wasn't fair! It wasn't that Sean was loathsome or hateful to her; far from it. He was only a year younger and really kinda cute. Sean had been a "preemie" who, physically, had not caught up with other boys his age. He was small, with a slender build and delicate, symmetric features. He had also inherited their mother's thick, satiny copper-colored hair and emerald eyes. Sharon envied him more than a little. Unlike Sharon, Sean was painfully shy and insecure, unable to make friends easily. He adored his big sister and would do anything she asked. Sharon took advantage of that. By default, Sean became her playmate and companion – on her terms, of course. She chose how they would occupy their time together while awaiting their mother's return. When they played together, it was usually with her Barbie Doll. She had him help her dress and undress Barbie in different outfits according to the different scenes she had imagined. Sean seemed not to mind such girlish pursuits in the slightest. If it made Sharon happy, he was happy. To Sharon, it was almost like having the girlfriend she wanted. Still, he was a boy – unless.... Inspiration hit the mischievous girl. One day, upon returning home from school, Sharon told Sean they were going to play "Dress Up" in a new way. She took her brother's hand and led him to the bathroom. She filled the bathtub with warm water, to which she added some lilac-scented bubble bath. Stripping the school clothes from the expectant boy, she helped him into the tub and washed him head to toe, allowing him to soak a while. She helped him out of the tub, patted him dry, then applied lotion to his hands, arms, feet, legs, and torso. When she had finished this task, Sean's entire body was smooth, fragrant, soft to the touch. Leading him next to their shared bedroom, she dressed him in a pair of her panties, dress, pantyhose, and shoes. After dressing him up, she sat him next to her at their mother's vanity table. She polished his fingernails with her mother's deep red nail polish, then his lips with the matching shade of lipstick. Sharon had tried it on herself and didn't like the way it looked, but her mother had described it as her favorite shade. She had remarked that it flattered her auburn hair and made her feel sexy. The young girl had to admit; it did flatter her mother – and looked just as good on her red-headed brother! She played with his longish tresses, brushing them this way and that until they looked just so, fixed it in place with hairspray, pinned a bow to one side to make him look even more feminine. A final spritz of her mother's favorite perfume, and voilá! She and her 'girlfriend' were ready to play. They spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Sharon's Barbie doll. Sean was a little unsure of himself at first, but took readily to his sister's direction. By the end of the afternoon, Sharon had coaxed Sean into becoming the giggly, confident, and outgoing 'best friend' of her dreams! Sean, in turn, felt closer to the sister he adored than ever before. Their mother returned home to observe, unnoticed, her two children engaged in their rapturous new mode of play. In a matter of moments, she ran through the gamut of emotions from shock to horror to bewilderment to curiosity to wonder. She presented herself to the playmates, assuaged their fear that she perceived this new game as "something naughty", and joined in their play. Before long, she allayed her own fears as well. She determined neither child was being hurt, physically or emotionally. This was something they both enjoyed, and in which she could perceive no harm being done to anyone. In addition, her little boy, as a little girl, possessed a sense of self-confidence, poise, and joie de vivre he had never displayed as a male. Searching her own emotions, Nora Brennan couldn't help but feel a twinge of bittersweet rapture. She knew Society would see this as wrong, an aberration. Her heart told her otherwise. For the first time in a long time, something seemed to be working out for the better.... Nora was a still-stunningly-beautiful redhead with a 'past'. She had left that life behind over a decade before; gone back to school, earned a nursing degree, gotten a good job at the clinic in Aurora, gotten married and had the two children that had become her life. Her past had caught up with her just before the birth of her second child. The moment had been ugly. Nora's husband walked out on her, claiming she had deceived him and that he wouldn't remain with a 'woman like that'. If she had deceived him, it was a sin of omission; she hadn't told him everything about herself for fear of losing him. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.... Whatever her sins, Nora Brennan was suddenly alone with one child already, another on the way, and an ex-husband who wanted nothing to do with her, much less provide financial support. She coped as best she could. When she was finally backed into a financial corner and faced with losing her home, she and her children had moved in with her best friend who, in turn, began pulling some strings to help her obtain child support. Even so, the stress had caused her to give birth six weeks early. She had almost lost the baby altogether – almost. Nora had believed her second child was going to be another girl. She had even picked out a name she adored for Sharon's new sibling. Nora had not been disappointed when Sean was born. She loved her son just as much as she loved his sister. She was especially taken with his uncanny resemblance to herself. Yet her instincts told her something was not right, not the way it had been intended to be. As the years passed, she grieved for his obvious lack of self-confidence and inability to make friends - other than his sister. She would observe him wistfully, and wonder what might have been. She was also keenly aware of the burden she had, necessarily, placed on her daughter. Nora felt guilty about cutting Sharon off from other friends by having to take care of her brother. Seeing them together this way, happier than they had ever been before, she knew she had found an answer to both problems, if only until Sean was old enough to take care of himself. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was a way for Sean to find himself at last, to enable him to open up freely to others. No, that probably wasn't a practical notion. Still, Nora Brennan was elated with even this much. From that moment on, Nora nurtured their game of "Dress Up" in any way she could. She had convinced Sharon that just dressing Sean up would not be enough; it would only confuse him further, possibly making the painfully shy, retiring boy even more so. While dressed, he should be a she as completely as possible – with a feminine identity and personality. The name Nora had originally chosen for her unborn second child – the one she had altered to reflect his unexpected gender - came back to her now. She suggested it to Sharon, who was just as thrilled as her mother. Together, they sat down with the newly-feminized Sean. They suggested, since he was having such a good time playing "Dress Up", wouldn't it be fun to pretend to be a girl like his big sister? He could be 'Shauna' and wear all kinds of pretty clothes, just like Barbie. This would be their little secret; they wouldn't tell anyone outside of "family". Mama and Sharon would just adore that; wouldn't she? The child's reply had been as enthusiastic as it had been predictable. Mother and daughter patiently, lovingly, trained 'Shauna' to dress, walk, speak, act, and think like a girl, until it became second nature to her. The older sibling especially took to the task. No plastic doll could ever hope to compete with her walking, talking, interactive 'Barbie'. Gradually, "Dress Up" became any time Shauna was not in school. The 'game' became pretending to be 'Sean' and fooling all their teachers and friends at school into believing she was a he. Nora allowed Shauna's hair to grow out and took her with Sharon and herself to have it trimmed and styled, reinforcing the child's perception of herself as a girl. Nora delighted in taking her two daughters out with her. This all made sense; it was as it should have been in the beginning. In a lifetime of bad choices and unintended consequences, this one thing was very, very right. Nora was not alone in that perception. Evelyn Rossi, a magnificent blonde beauty, was entranced with the development of her new "goddaughter". Since before Sean/Shauna's birth, she had been an integral part of the Brennan "family". It had been Evelyn who had taken the struggling, expectant mother in when all other avenues had been closed to her. Her home had been their home as long as Sharon and Shauna could remember. The siblings enjoyed having two mothers to look up to. They both admired Evelyn's strong, self-assured personality and take-charge attitude. The younger 'girl' was even more enamored with Evelyn's personal style of dressing and grooming. While she was the consummate professional at work, her personal style was flashier, more provocative, in a very "80's-retro" way. Whatever outfit Evelyn might wear on any given day, whether for business or pleasure, she always wore skyscraper-high-heeled shoes. She appeared to flow, rather than walk in her high heels, hips swaying alluringly. Shauna had been entranced with those stiletto stilts and the alluring woman's grace in them. The reactions of the men who beheld this vision on her 'pedestal' – and Evelyn's subsequent ability to manipulate them to get her way - were not lost upon the impressionable young girl, either. Shauna had seen photos of her own mother - in her "wild and crazy days" before she got married – dressed in the same provocative style. Evelyn had remarked it was what Shauna should expect from two girls who grew up on "the left coast of the Hudson." Shauna had learned that her mother and Evelyn had been best friends long before their careers in Health Care, but did not know any details of that long-ago existence. Her other 'mom' kept long hours, frequently not coming home until late at night. When she was home, she still worked in the privacy of her study - usually with the door shut. Nora told them such was the life of a Manager; her friend was all but married to her job. For all of Evelyn and Nora's efforts, the four enjoyed a more-than-comfortable, if not lavish lifestyle. And then Nora Brennan died. Her ex-husband, father of her children, had taken exception to her long-standing efforts to seize his assets and garnish his wages – then taken a semi-automatic pistol to the hospital where she worked. The devoted mother of two died in a storm of point-blank nine-millimeter malice, her beautiful face destroyed, her life force extinguished before her body hit the ground. Her attacker thudded to the floor next to her moments later, felled by a security guard's return fire. Blood, teeth, and gray matter gushed from the gaping exit wound in the back of his skull. A local television news crew had been in the office next door, taping a human-interest piece on breast cancer survivors. The shocking 'scoop' had been uplinked to the station before the first police car screeched to a halt at the front door. One more human tragedy had played itself out: "Two dead in a shooting rampage at a local hospital. Exclusive film at eleven." Another tragedy had yet to be resolved. Although Sharon was in school that day, 'Sean' - in one of his rare non-school appearances - had accompanied his mother to the hospital for a routine vaccination. He had been sitting at his mother's elbow, reading Highlights For Children, when his father burst in and opened fire. Nora Brennan and her ex-husband had died in a fountain of blood and gore before the terrified child's eyes. The networks picked up the clip of a dazed nine-year-old with lifeless eyes, drenched in the mortal remains of his slaughtered parents. The image haunted the nation for days. There were the predictable calls for more stringent gun control, tighter security, anger management, grief counseling, more protection for the Lazy, Inept, and Privileged. Then, the media moved on to newer, fresher atrocities, as the media always does. Evelyn Rossi was inconsolable. The two had been best friends since their childhood in New Jersey. Evelyn had also been an integral part of the 'past' Nora had withheld from her husband. In fact, that 'past' had been the reason they had both moved to Aurora those many years ago. To her horror, Evelyn realized she had been instrumental in her friend's assassination as well. A careless reference to their mutual past, intended as an insult to the disgusting slug's manhood, had been the 'loose thread' that eventually unraveled Nora's marriage. It had been Evelyn who subsequently convinced her longtime friend to pursue the ex-husband through the courts, as much to ease her own guilty conscience as to punish his lack of one. Knowing men as well as she did, Evelyn believed she should have foreseen his reaction. She would have, had they still been on the East Coast. "Evie" Rossi would never have been that careless. In spite of her position of authority, she and Nora both had succumbed to the same small-town complacency as those who had lived there all their lives. That she would adopt and raise Nora's children as her own was little comfort for the loss of the one person with whom she had shared everything. 'Everything' included Nora's unqualified joy in Sean's feminization, and how 'her' personality had flowered so dramatically. All of that now seemed lost. 'Sean' had been devastated by the death of his mother. The trauma had somehow locked the child into that male persona; 'Shauna' refused every effort to bring her forward. The child had become more withdrawn, isolated than ever before – with two exceptions. In time, Evelyn replaced Nora as a mother figure, exuding an aura of strength and confidence. The child bonded with his new protector and had drawn upon this strength, as well as the comforting presence of his big sister. He clung physically and emotionally to both as though they were the last two people on earth. The massacre had taken place in October. As Thanksgiving came and went, the child was still too terrified to leave the house, much less go to school. Often Sharon would return from school to find her brother cowering in a dark closet, shivering in terror in the fetal position under a pile of clothes. The two frantic family members struggled mightily to reach the child and heal his fractured soul. One thing Evelyn could do was get Sean into therapy. She had a close friend who was perfect for the task. Claudia Rafferty was an M.D. and PhD in Psychiatry. Juvenile trauma had been the cornerstone of Claudia's practice, which now focused on the effects of juvenile trauma on adult identity disorders. Dr. Rafferty used a broad spectrum of medical and psychiatric tools, including hypnosis, to help men and women of all ages in recognizing and resolving their emotional conflicts. Upon learning of Sean's 'duality', the psychiatrist expressed keen interest in his case. That she would be able to return a favor to an old friend sealed the deal. Evelyn had no doubt Sean would benefit greatly from Claudia's care. The problem was, Claudia Rafferty was in New York. A series of phone calls led to a workable plan. Owing to the tightly-knit bond between the three, Dr. Rafferty decided to approach Sean's case as a family problem, requiring a family solution. Evelyn, Sharon and Sean flew to New York for Christmas Break. They spent two weeks in the city and consulted with Dr. Rafferty every day. First came an exhaustive battery of lab tests. Sean surrendered samples of every conceivable bodily fluid and tissue. While the lab was analyzing the samples, Dr. Rafferty met first with all three together, then each individually. Sharon recounted the origins of 'Shauna' and how much she had enjoyed dressing up her little brother and turning him into her 'girlfriend'. She added her memories of her mother's participation in the transformation and the delight all three had shared. Evelyn discussed the atrocity that had occurred at the hospital, Sean's proximity to the catastrophe (Claudia remembered well the poignant video clip that had so haunted the national conscience), and her fruitless attempts to salvage the child's withdrawn, morose personality since that day. She related her perception of 'Shauna' as a happy, sociable, well-adjusted little girl who had completely submerged since the shooting. Since that time, only a near-catatonic 'Sean' remained, functioning on a minimal level at best and not at all if Evelyn or Sharon were not nearby. She summarized with Nora Brennan's expressed desires for her child. Almost as an afterthought, Evelyn related Nora's uneasy suspicion that something about her youngest child was "not right", even before they had begun to dress him as her. As before, Sean was minimally responsive. Claudia was able to elicit happy memories of his mother and sister dressing him up, of being 'Shauna' and loving every minute. When the doctor attempted to draw upon his recollections of that horrible day at the hospital, he shut down. The child expressed no memory of that day at all. The therapist believed him. She knew from past experience the human mind, especially a child's mind, was perfectly capable of, and likely to, repress that kind of trauma; lock it away deep in the subconscious. That way, the conscious mind could cope with living, if only on a diminished level. That process was a double-edged sword; the person could function, but would usually never heal until he faced the trauma head-on and worked through it. The gifted therapist had dealt with this kind of human misery before and knew what she had to do. Beginning that same afternoon, Sean underwent a course of intensive hypnotherapy. Day after day, the doctor labored to retrieve his repressed memories and sort out the jumble of emotions locked up in the young boy-girl's head. Her findings were disturbing, but not in the least surprising. Claudia Rafferty met privately with Evelyn and Sharon to review the results of Sean's therapy and tests. One recurring theme established itself above all else; Sean loathed being a boy. Nora Brennan's intuition had been confirmed by the lab results. Sean had been born with Klinefelter's Syndrome, a genetic disorder whereby the subject's genetic code contained an extra female chromosome. Many XXY males showed no unusual symptoms at all. Others displayed any combination of mild learning disabilities, female secondary sex characteristics at the onset of puberty and Gender Dysphoria as they matured. Sugar & Spice copyright 2003 - clemstra She was waiting in line for her turn at judgment when I had time. My harp break was over, so I opened up another Que. "Next," I called, letting her come over to tell me her story as I read her file. The file has the facts, but it's important to hear the story of the end straight from the individual. So I let her tell me how she got here. It was that damn lamp, that's what did it. Some friends and I found this old oil lamp like you see in the movies. You know those movies with the Genie of the lamp? So Bill gets funny, (we were all drunk you see) and starts rubbing it. Next thing we know there's this big blue gas shooting out of it. It became this huge big blue man, well sorta a man. It was big, blue, unlike most men had sharp looking teeth. It's eyes were like sulfur glowing in the night. All of this took place in an alley mind you. "What is your wish Master" said the genie to Bill. "Wow, totally rad man" he said falling flat on his butt in the alley as we all laughed. "Hey everyone" he yelled "I got a wish right" he looked to the genie? "Yes Master, one wish only" the genie agreed. "Wait, be careful" I yelled remembering my old movies about being careful what you wish for lest you get it. "Oh Sandra, your such a downer," Bill said to me. "Why can't you just be like the saying of little girls? You know, sugar and spice and everything nice," he said irritated? "Because I'm not a LITTLE GIRL but a WOMAN I said angrily. "Hey dude" he said to the genie, can you make her like sweet, you know like sugar and spice and everything nice" and he laughed drunkenly? The genie looked at him, looked at me and smiled an evil smile I remembered some di jinn's were not always nice in the legends. "Is that REALLY your wish master" said the di jinn? Bill laughed as I tried to scream NOOOOOOO and he said "Sure, why not." I found myself stripped naked and on a table with a man in a pastry chef's uniform looking down on me. "Dude, like what are you doing" Bill said to the genie? "I have arranged to make her sweet, sugar and spice and everything nice just as you wished" said the genie. "Like dude, you can't think we are going to eat a friend" Bill was drunk but not totally out of it, I had a faint bit of hope. "So you do not wish to eat her" the genie asked? "No man, leave her alone" Bill and my other friends chimed in. "I'm sorry, but you have already made your ONE wish" the genie smiled nastily showing all of those sharp teeth. "Since you do not wish to eat her after the chef" he pointed to the chef who was waiting to work on me, "is finished, then I will eat her," he said laughing as the world disappeared. I was now in a strange giant kitchen with the pastry chef and the genie towering over me. I was naked on a tray and the chef started washing me with sponges dipped in sugar water. "She should be sweetened especially inside don't you think" the chef said? "Oh yes, it improves the flavor and the appetite, our appetite anyway" the genie and the chef laughed. I found myself being stroked, tickled, massaged till I begged them to take me, damn it take me. Which is when they did. The genie first, after casting a spell on his own penis. As he came into me he squirted sweetening agents not sperm. The giant pastry chef started screwing me in the ass, squirting sweetener into my anus. They switched, then I was sucking the genie's cock...it really was sugary substances coming out of him as I sucked. While I sucked the pastry chef was fondling my clit. I was panting and sweating as the genie caused my hair to become spun sugar and my nails rock candy. They filled my breasts with strawberry jam, my breasts were really big then. My bones were sugarized as they poured sweet and spicy sauces on me. The chef put a large dildo filled with whip cream into my vagina and started moving it in and out as he filled me with whipped cream. I came screaming in ecstasy as he pumped me, then he put it up my ass and filled my intestines and stomach with the whipped cream. The chef started to pour warm chocolate all over me, then decorated me with icing rosettes on my breasts and stomach. He tickled my clit as he put icing rosettes all over my pussy. They set me down on a plate and looked me over. I guess I was really sugar and spice and everything nice then, because I didn't really mind that they were about to eat me. They started on my feet, eating my sugarized bones and all. My legs, the calves, my tender thighs. The genie got my pussy, licking the icing off, then the chocolate before eating my pussy all up with gusto. They ate my stomach, the little rosette over my navel, then my rump, my internal organs, arms, breasts, my hair, face and brain. I kinda found it pleasurable, guess because I had really become a pastry by then. So that's how I got here. I looked at her, "Umm, well you weren't an evil woman, not a saint, but you did well enough. Still, you have much to learn. Try and choose better friends next time and drink less okay," I tell her? "Okay" she says. "Hey, can I NOT be born around any magic items, genies or pastry chefs?" I looked at her, an angel can only do so much after all. "I don't think that's possible, but don't worry, after being dipped in the river Lethe you won't consciously remember your last life." "Okay" I stamp her papers, "Down the hall, take the escalator down to the guys with pitch forks. Don't worry. Your not a bad case so no punishment, but you have to be dipped. It's the rules. Sorry you can't be allowed access to past life memories just like that." She leaves for her next life and in comes my next case. "I was just singing, "I wish I was an Oscar Myer wiener." Like I remember from childhood, when I found this lamp" he says. "Let me guess" I say, "You rubbed the lamp while singing that song and.....," I could guess the rest. It looked like it was going to be one of those days! Sugar and Spice ‘Ohhh!’, sighed Karen. The water was hot on her skin and the last lingering waves of her climax were easing away. She smoothed her hands over her breasts and felt the tight hard nubs of her erect nipples under her palms. Karen had been divorced for over two years and had not made love with a man since. Two years was a long time but after sixteen years with John the idea of being with another guy didn’t appeal anymore. It wasn’t that he was mean or abusive or a bad lover and ruining her for life that way. No, something down deep just never felt quite right during that time together and maybe that in some way also contributed to the end of the relationship. During her marriage she never masturbated. Somehow, that too just didn’t sit right in the relationship and her husband should be enough. At the time that sounded okay to her. But after he was long gone and she was on her own once more she started the practice up again. It was most enjoyable and some of the most powerful orgasms came from those quiet sessions late at night in bed while her daughter slept. More than once having to press her face hard into the pillows so not to wake Sara in the next room. Karen was loud. She never was with John, only when she did herself was she letting go and crying out in ecstasy. Sara had just turned eighteen a few months earlier and was enjoying the summer before going to college with friends and working two part-time jobs to help out paying for school. During the day Karen had the house to herself and this time in the afternoon was hers and hers alone. Completely alone. Her quiet sessions would start out the same way. Undressing in front of the mirror and admiring her body. It was shapely and did show signs of aging but she was still young and had Sara when she was young. Her hair was wavy and short, above the shoulders and dark brown. Her face was round but by no means chubby. Her breasts hung lovely and full and her nipples lay dark and small. She would touch her skin and caress down her sides and up to her hair and face. Stroking every inch of her body slowly and moving bare foot to the edge of the bed where she would pull and play with her nipples and her hand traveling down over her belly to between her thighs. The teasing game would begin and Karen would touch lightly at the edges of her lips and watch in the dresser mirror at herself touching herself. This aroused her more than she could have imagined. The very first time she saw her own hand, her own fingers embedded up in her pussy she came. She massaged her inner thigh as the other hand rubbed and stroked gently over her sex. She had started shaving there too. It felt amazing self-pleasuring a soft smooth pussy. This is when she would allow her fantasies to wander across her mind. Eyes shut and only feeling what her hands were doing. A stranger’s hands now and not always of a man. More often than not Karen was thinking of a woman’s touch. She had never thought herself a lesbian or even bisexual. But the sensations of these images aroused and pleased her so much she allowed them all the time now. She thought of a woman down there licking, caressing and sucking her clit until she exploded and her most erotic fantasies came when she thought of returning the favors to her lover. Her fingers were inside now and rubbing the roof of her pussy hard. She was trembling and whimpers escaped her lips. ‘Oh yesss, please…. mmmm fuck me there. Lick my sweet pussy darling… oh my darling love. Kiss my nipples. Bit them…oh yes yes, oh oh there, sweetie…. Fuck me!’ Karen spoke aloud knowing that she was alone in the house. Sara was at work. Karen brought herself off thinking of a girl she invented in her mind. Young, soft, pretty, and sexy. The orgasm grew and slowly she let it overtake her thoughts and she was on her knees on the floor finger fucking her pussy harder. One hand massaging her breast and pinching a nipple making her cry out alittle. Her lover kissed her there hard and nipped at her nub in her passion. Her lover touched her and was fucking her deeply now. ‘oh! Oh god…mmmmmmmmnnnnnnnhhhh hhhh hhhhhhhh hh!’ Karen screamed. ‘OH! Fuck me my sweet girl…ooooooowwww Sara…mmmmmmmmm.’ She thought louder in her head. The image of the young girl was so clear as her climax came and she fell back against the side of the bed in exhaustion. Karen, panting and spent moved to the bathroom and erasing the image of her daughter from her mind turned on the water in the shower and tested it with one hand as she held her hair out of her face with the other. ‘Sara, god…. Could I be that bad. Me fantasy lover is her!’ Karen thought aloud as she stood in the heat of the spraying water. She absently started to lather herself in scented soap that she enjoyed and Sara always gave to her at Christmas. Soaping her breasts the tingle began again and she fell back into fantasy. Her hands caressed and touched her wet skin. Exploring down again to her swollen pink folds and rubbing her clit with soapy fingers. The arousal grew as the water hit her body and massaged her nipples and throat. She wet her hair and fingering her pussy lightly began to masturbate again. This was heaven. It was going to be a wonderful session. Her moans built up to a fever pitch again and she was crying out and breathlessly whispering encouragements to her invisible lover. ‘mmmm suck my nipple, oh yesss, harder sweetie…don’t be afraid of hurting me….oh how I love your kisses. Mmmmm put your hand on my pussy, touch me there…mmmm’ she muttered. The sound of the water and her own moaning drowned out the sound of Sara coming home. She dropped her bags at the bottom of the stairs and called up to Karen. ‘Mom! You home?’ Sara kicked her shoes off and climbed the stairs. She went into her bedroom and heard the shower in the adjoining bathroom, which they both shared. ‘Mom, I’m home.’ She said to the closed door. There was no answer but the moaning was loud enough for Sara to hear. Right off she knew what was going on in the shower. The idea of her mother masturbating had never really crossed her mind. She wasn’t sure that she even thought about it before at all. She did it, about any time she had the house to herself so Sara smiled and knew her mother was doing just that. She turned without listening at the door and then as she got to the bedroom door she couldn’t help herself and stepped slowly and quietly back to the bathroom doorway. She listened to the pleasured moaning and cries and the muffled words. It was the moaning that got to her the most. As she leaned against the doorframe she could easily over hear the sounds of pleasure. Sara felt that tingle and as she listened to the door she started caressing her breasts and her cheeks. She felt flushed and her pussy twitched and ached. She stroked herself between her legs and pressed the door open a crack to hear better. She felt so quilty then but couldn’t turn away or close the door. It was too late to ignore the urges within her young body now. Her fingers down in the elastic of her panties and exploring the wet lips of her pussy. She listened to her mother coming and then the thing that sent her backwards. ‘Sara, oh…my darling…. Fuck me harder lick me suck me…oh yess yessssss.’ Came from inside the hissing shower. Sara heard her own name and stumbled backwards. Karen opened the shower door and stepping out saw the open bathroom door on Sara’s bedroom’s side. ‘Sara, are you there?’ Karen called. There was the longest silence and then she heard, ‘Mom, yeah, um I’m here.’ Sara said very quietly. Karen wrapped a towel around her body and walked into Sara’s room to find her sitting on the floor. Her panties around her knees. ‘Sara, are you okay, did you fall?’ Sara caught her breath. ‘um, yeah. I tripped getting undressed for a shower.’ She lied. Karen looked down at her blushing daughter and knew better. ‘So did you cum yet darling. Were you listening to me in there?’ Karen asked and sat on the bed, her hair wet and clinging to her neck. Sara scrambled to get up and pulled her panties up. It was obvious that she was caught listening in. ‘Um, well…okay alittle bit. I never thought you did that sort of stuff. I couldn’t help it and well I got turned on a little. I’m sorry mom.’ Sara sighed. Karen thought a moment and patted the bed as a gesture for Sara to sit with her there. ‘How much did you hear?’ Sara sat and shuffled alittle nervously. It was enough that she listened to her mother fingering herself but then to hear her name like that. Sara didn’t know how embarrassed she should be at that moment. ‘I heard you…well coming. I kinda couldn’t help that huh.’ She smiled. ‘Loud huh…. Well can’t help that. It just happens that way. I get caught up in my own body and wow…. You know.’ She nodded. ‘You do it Sara? Masturbate?’ she asked. Sara didn’t speak for a minute. All she could do then was nod her head. ‘Do you fantasize at all during it? I mean I do and sometimes they get pretty erotically charged.’ Karen added. Sara nodded again. ‘Mom…I heard you at the end. I heard my name. Were you, I mean were you…god I can’t say it!’ Sara looked her mother in the eye. ‘Yes, it was you I was thinking about. I know it is bad huh, but there was this woman in my dreams and only was it this afternoon that she came clear to me…it was you darling.’ Karen said softly and put her hand on Sara’s back and rubbed up and down in a slow motion. This always calmed her daughter and she hoped it would work again now. ‘So, um, what was I doing in your fantasy…. I can’t believe I just said that.’ Sara giggled. It had become obvious that this was going to be a weird afternoon. ‘Do you really want to hear all about this. I guess we should now that it is out in the open. Well, it starts with us cuddling Sara, then kissing softly. I ask you to suck my nipples like you did when you were a baby and then it kinda goes on from there. It is just touching and kissing and we love each other, well make love to each other.’ Sara stood and looked at the wall. She walked to the dresser and sat for a moment and looked at her mother in the mirror. She was beautiful and shapely and sexy. This was the first time Sara had seen her mother as a woman. ‘Mom, I’m going to have a shower and we can talk more after, OK.’ Sara said and began to undress. ‘Do you want me to so you can get undressed sweetie?’ Karen asked. ‘No, you can stay. You’ve seen it all before, right. Anyway, I’ll be right out.’ Karen sat and thought about everything she had told her daughter. He heard the water running and the image of Sara’s bare ass moving into the bathroom stuck in her mind. After a few minutes she got up and went to the bathroom door and stuck her head in just as Sara was getting out of the tub. ‘Here…let me dry ya off sweetheart.’ Karen offered and started patting Sara’s hair with a towel. ‘Mom. I was thinking in the shower and…well I have to tell you something.’ Karen paused and looked at Sara standing covered only alittle by the bath towel. ‘What is it?’ ‘I was thinking about what you told me before and I know you have been alone along time since dad left and…. It would be our little secret okay. Your fantasy about me. I know you love me and would never hurt me at all.’ Sara paused and dried herself and stepped passed her mother in the doorway and put on her robe. Karen turned and they looked at each other for some time. ‘Sara?’ ‘Mom, if you…um, want me to. We could have a cuddle. It would be okay.’ Sara said softly in a little voice. She turned and closed the door behind her. Karen went into her own room and sat on the bed and in the late afternoon light the room was cast in shadows and was peaceful. She brushed her damp hair and sat at the dresser thinking of all the things that had happened and been said when there was a light tap on the door. Sara entered and took the hairbrush and brushed Karen’s hair gently. She felt the soft strokes down her hair and against her neck and felt warmth all over. Sara’s hands stroked her hair as well and that felt amazing too. ‘Sara, darling would you come over to the bed with me?’ Karen asked sheepishly but the lust was growing at the thought of following through on her fantasies. ‘OK, um.your hair feels nice mom. Would you stroke me hair too?’ Sara asked. They climbed onto the bed. Karen from one side and Sara the other. They met in the middle of the big bed and propped up against the pillows. Sara leaned onto her mother and Karen stroked softly and lovingly at Sara’s long brown hair. It was longer and straighter than her own and felt like silk after it was freshly washed. ‘mmmmmmm’ Sara sighed. ‘Do you like that my darling Sara?’ ‘Oh yessss. It feels nice.’ Sara wrapped one arm across her mother’s body and hugged her. ‘Mom, tell me more about that fantasy of yours.’ ‘Do you really want to hear about it or feel it.’ Karen said feeling more bold. ‘um, feel it. Tell me what to do for you ok.’ Karen hugged Sara close and kissed her cheek. She caressed Sara’s hair and face and lifted her from under the chin. ‘Just touch me sweetie. Your hands are so soft I think about how soft they are darling.’ Sara sat up and reached across and stroked at one breast through the fabric of the bathrobe. Karen closed her eyes and felt the light touch. Her hand moved back and forth and underneath so she could feel skin. Karen moaned softly as she felt the caress across her full round breast and the rubbing over her nipple. Karen sat up and opened her robe revealing her breasts and Sara touched at one nipple. ‘Suck it darling. Be my baby girl and suck my nipples. Sara lay on her side and cupped it in her palm and kissed around the nipple and listened to her mother’s moans. It was so weird to be doing this and feeling aroused as well. Sara touched lightly on the nipple with her open lips and dragged her upper lip over the nub sending Karen into trembles. Sara felt hands in her hair stroking and holding her in place. She sucked alittle bit and heard Karen ask to be nibbled too. She nipped gently at the hard nub. ‘Oh that’s it yesss harder darling, suck me!’ Karen moaned. Sara continued her love making at the breast and felt her mother’s hand on her own and guiding it to her other breast and closing her fingers around it. The hardness of Karen’s nipple against her tongue was more exciting than she thought it might be. Sara felt aroused and guilty at the same time. The calming strokes at her hair by her mother’s hand made it all good and pleasurable. She felt she could do anything for her now. ‘Oh baby girl…. You are making me so…mmmm would you like to touch my pussy? ‘OK, is that part of your fantasy mom?’ Sara whispered as she raised her mouth slightly from the nipple she was enjoying. ‘Oh yes my darling.’ Karen sighed. Sara took little time in doing what her mother had asked and let her fingers creep down over her belly and onto a thigh. There she caressed and stroked lightly and listened to the warm moans coming from Karen. Her index finger moved up along the edge of her slit and Karen jumped up and let out a whimper. ‘Mom, are you all right. Should I stop?’ Asked Sara. ‘No sweetie, you can do that all night if you like. Mmmm’ Karen settled down and let the finger just caress over her smooth flesh. ‘Can I give you a kiss Sara darling. Oooww keep doing that okay.’ Karen moaned. Sara lifted her head and felt with her eyes closed the soft touch of her lips to her mother’s. They had kissed before but not like this. Not an intimate lover’s kiss. It was just a soft light caress. Upper and lower lips brushing gently across each other and then more solid contact. Warm and wet and soft. The kisses became passionate and her tongue easily slipped between her mother’s lips. Her hand not rubbing fully on Karen’s pussy and she was shaking and moaning. Karen broke from the kiss and panted soft and low. ‘Oh Sara…thank you…I know this is strange. It is for me too. We can stop now if you want to.’ She insisted but not all that enthusiastically. Sara looked up at her in the low light of the bedroom. They had been in there cuddling for over and hour and it was getting dark outside the window. ‘No! We can’t stop. But maybe we can light a couple of candles. Its getting kinda dark in here don’t ya think.’ Sara said with a smile. Karen, surprised by this reaction only nodded as Sara got off the bed and before searching for the matches in the dresser drawer, let her robe fall to the floor. Karen watched her daughter pad around the room nude and as she looked on she caressed her slit. She was wet. Her inner thigh damp with her juices brought out by Sara’s loving touches. She got up as well and took off her bathrobe and joined Sara at the mirror as she lit one candle there. ‘You are so beautiful, my grown up little girl. Do you think I am pretty Sara?’ Sara turned to face her and smiled. ‘Of course I do, god you are so amazing!’ Karen stroked down her body with one hand and touched Sara’s breast with the other. She kissed her lightly and touched her face and hair. ‘Sara, have you made love to a boy yet? It is a personal question I know, just curious.’ Karen asked. ‘Sara smiled and told her that she had been with a boy. The year before she had sex with her then boyfriend Jonathan. ‘Really, he was cute. Was it okay?’ ‘Yes and no, ya know…. I was kinda glad just to get that over with if you know what I mean.’ Sara said and stepped away. ‘Sara, darling. Would you kiss me here.’ Karen pointed down between her thighs. Sara looked there and up to Karen’s eyes. She saw the need and lust there and also love. Sara nodded and lowered to the floor, as Karen stood open-legged for her daughter. First she only kissed one thigh and Karen urged her to kiss her pussy. ‘Please Sara, please, kiss me there.’ Sara did just that and Karen jumped as she felt the heat of Sara’s mouth pressing onto her slit. It was a soft kiss that led naturally to licking. Sara instinctively knew how and this surprised her. She wasn’t sure if this was the right way but as she found out there was not wrong way to lick your own mother’s pussy. Karen’s hands were on the top of Sara’s head and she moaned so wonderfully that Sara grew bolder in her pleasuring and inserted her middle finger up into the open wet folds. Karen was beside herself then in ecstasy. ‘Oh baby girl, suck my clit. I need that so badly. It’s been so long!’ Karen was nearly crying it felt so good. So good in fact she almost forgot who it was fucking her. She exploded inside when Sara sucked her clit between her lips and flirted with it with her tongue. Flickering back and forth and rubbing her thumb against the side of it while she finger fucked her. Juices flowed freely down Karen’s leg and on Sara’s face. She cried out loudly in her orgasm and the wave that rushed through her body were enough to cause her to stagger a little weak kneed. Karen moved over to the bed and Sara got up and followed and sat beside her. ‘Oh Sara, that was so amazingly good. I came so hard! I never thought it could feel like that.’ ‘Did I do things okay…really?’ Sara smiled a little and still tasting the cream on her lips. Karen answered her with a little kiss on the mouth and moaned, as she tasted herself there. She held Sara close and kissed her a little more. She looked at Sara for a long moment. ‘Lay down on the bed darling Sara. Would you like mom to make love to you?’ Sara gazed blankly at her and those words were not the words she would have ever imagined hearing. But so far things were so weird that they didn’t really surprise her at all. After all there was no going back now. Sara felt like the only girl to have ever done what she had done but would learn later that wasn’t so. All she knew now was she wanted to feel it too. Sugar and Spice ‘Yes…will you, um lick me.’ Sara asked. ‘I will do more than that, you’ll see my little girl.’ Karen said with a wink. Then she had Sara lay back on the bed with her head on the pillow. She began by kissing and sucking hard on Sara’s small nipples. Sara moaned and cooed like a dove and just lay there still as she was loved. ‘Does that feel nice Sara.’ She whispered. ‘UN huh’ Sara moaned. Karen raked her fingertips over the small dark mat of hair and let her fingers stretch down over Sara’s slit and massaged her there lightly at first but then much more intensely. Sara arched her back and let out a moan and felt herself being opened and entered by two fingers. Karen watched her daughter writhing on the bed and then moved down to lick at her pussy. It didn’t take long to awaken Sara’s clit to life and Karen attacked it with her tongue and Sara was wriggling and kicking at the sheets now. Her loud moans echoed her mother’s pleasured sounds and Karen sucked harder on the swollen sensitive nub. She brought Sara near climax before slowing down and letting her daughter recover a little then without warning nipped her clit and sucked it in her mouth and thrust faster with her fingers. Sara screamed and let out a series of long low moans. As she came Karen kissed her pussy lightly and licked her clit just enough to prolong the affects. She moved up on the bed and lay with Sara and touched her slender body with even strokes of one hand and kissed her. ‘Thank you little darling Sara’ Karen said softly. ‘It’s been so long.’ Sugar and Spice My younger sister, now nineteen, left home about six months ago. Until then, she and I had had sex with each other three or four times a week since the day she'd turned eighteen. I'm only a year older than Tiffany, and we've always been close. For the half year that we'd had sex with each other, most people--especially Mom and Dad--would have said that we were too close. Tiff's gone away to college, to start on a bachelor's degree in psychology--to become, someday, my sister, the shrink. She wants to specialize in sex therapy. I miss her terribly, as she does me. We write each other every day. She signs her letters "Sugar," and I sign my "Spice," just in case Mom or Dad see one of our missives. They sound more like the letters that lovers would write to one another than the letters that a brother and a sister would pen. That's why we use the nicknames. If Mom or Dad sees one of Sugar's letters to me or one that I'm writing to Sugar, I can explain it away, even though, if they read it, it would be embarrassing. I could, likewise, explain away a letter that Sugar has written to Spice, not that I'd want to have to do so. The last time I saw Tiffany, she was wearing the teddy I got her. It's sheer. The top and the panties are both made of some gossamer fabric the name of which only a girl would know. The top is just sheer mesh between an inch-wide band of lace-covered elastic that clings to her chest, above her perfect tits, and some lace-roses that edge the bottom. The panties are the same light, gauzy material, sewn to--the best I can tell--a strip of silk ribbon that serves as the waistband and leg bands. She looks beautiful in it--and sexier than any words could ever describe. Tiff has long honey-blonde hair; a sweet, innocent angel's face with well-defined, delicate features--large blue eyes; a slender, dainty nose; and small, bow lips, pink and soft and smooth. She has a perfect body--slender without being skinny--flawless skin, and a golden complexion. Her tits are round, full, high, tight--beautiful! Her belly is firm and flat, and her navel is tiny and, I swear, teardrop shaped! She keeps her pussy shaved, and the cleft of her vagina is visible like a little girl's. Of course, she's sleek all over, which makes me want to kiss and caress her smooth, golden flesh, squeeze her breasts, run my hands over her round ass, and slide my erect cock between her wet labia, deep into her drenched pussy. Damn! Just thinking of her makes me hard! I think I'm addicted to my sister's tits, ass, and cunt. The good news is that she's coming home! Hooray! Not to stay. Just for a couple of weeks, for spring break. Her roommate, Cindy, tried to get her to go to a beach somewhere, but she's coming home, instead, to see me--and she's going to bring the teddy I gave her. She's going to wear it for me. She said so in her last "Sugar" letter. I sent a brief reply from "Spice": "Bring it on!" She'll be home today. This afternoon, about three. I can't wait. My dick is hard just thinking about "Sugar." It can't wait, either. At precisely three o'clock, Tiff drove up in her Honda. She was by herself, having brought nothing with her but a couple of textbooks, a briefcase, and one of those suitcases on wheels. She was dressed modestly in a light pink top, blue shorts that extended to mid-thigh, white bobby sox, and pink-and-white tennis shoes with thick pink laces. Her hair was in pigtails. She looked fourteen instead of nineteen. Mom and Dad weren't home. Dad was working. He wouldn't be home before six. Mom was at Aunt Jane's. Her sister was sick, and Mom had been staying with her for the past couple of weeks, keeping house and helping her with her medicine and her other needs. Mom has always been a giver. Tiff was a giver, too, of course, in a whole different way. "Let me give you a hand," I said as Tiff, having parked in the driveway and opened her trunk, lifting out her meager cargo of luggage. "It's not your hand I need," she replied, smiling as she nodded at the outline of the erection that was clearly visible through my shorts. "It's that." I couldn't help blushing. Although Tiffany and I had made love many times since her eighteenth birthday and we had an intimate knowledge of every square inch of one another's anatomy, it still embarrassed me to hear my sister talk like a slut. "It's nice to see how much you've missed me, though, big brother." She emphasized the word "big," her smile widening. "It looks to me about nine inches worth." My blush deepened. "Well, don't just stand there. Help me get my bags inside. I want to change into something more comfortable--like the teddy you gave me." I didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing the suitcase on wheels, I carried it into the house, too impatient to pause even for the few moments it would have taken to extend the handle. "My, you are horny, aren't you, brother?" I didn't reply. There was no need to answer. I took her suitcase to the guest room, which had been Tiffany's room when she'd lived at home. She followed me inside, closed the door behind us, and stepped into the bathroom that adjoined the boudoir. "I'll only be a moment," she said. "Don't waste time. When I come out, be naked." I jerked my pullover shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor, kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly, and tugged my shorts down my legs and stepped out of them, removing my socks. In less than half a minute, I was naked, my erect cock jutting, stiff and swollen, from my groin as if, in honor of my sister's visit, it were offering a salute. A moment later, the bathroom door opened. Tiff stood in the doorway, wearing the teddy I'd given her and looking more gorgeous than ever. "You're looking awfully naked," she told me. "You, too." "I replied. "I'm wearing clothes," she reminded me. I grinned. "Not much." "Well?" She arched an eyebrow. "Are you just going to stand there and leer at me or are we going to fuck?" "Let's fuck." She grinned again, crossing the room. I took her into my arms, and we kissed. When we broke for air, she said, "Let's." Within seconds, we were in bed, and Tiffany had my cock in her mouth. "Suck it, Sugar!" My glistening prick slid free of her warm, wet mouth, trailing her saliva. "What do you think I'm doing?" she asked. She giggled, taking my manhood--her brotherhood, I guess we could say--back into her mouth. Her soft, smooth lips, encircling my cock, rode the taut flesh back and forth, up and down, upon my straining shaft. She let my penis drop from her oral embrace again, looking at me with her wide, blue, innocent angel's eyes and said, "Mmm! Sucking your cock's even better than I remember, brother dearest." "So it is, sis; so it is," I agreed. "How about eating my pussy? Do you think that would be better than you remember?" she hinted. "I was hoping you'd ask," I said, sliding her thin, sheer panties down, over her perfect, round ass, past her firm, sleek thighs, to her knees. I left them there, instead of removing them completely. As she repositioned herself on the bed, so that we were both face to face with the other's genitals, she paused for a moment to completely shed her panties. Then, she lifted the sheer top over her head and let it fall to the floor, to join her discarded panties. Now, like me, she was fully naked. I looked up, at her beautiful pussy, and my cock and balls were only inches from her own lovely face. As she dipped her head, parting her lips, and took my member into her mouth, I began to lick her stiff, swollen clitoris. She squirmed, but continued to suck my prick. I squirmed, too, but persisted in stroking the firm little button of flesh within the hood at the top of her vagina. I could hear the wet, gurgling sounds of her mouth and throat as she sucked and swallowed. My own slurping noises joined hers as I licked and lapped her wet, shining pussy lips and the deep-pink, petal-soft folds of tissue within the deep, slick crevice of her sex. She licked the tiny opening at the tip of my prick, flicked her tongue over my rubbery glans, and bathed my taut, smooth shaft with her oral appendage. I felt her warm drool sluice down my penis, onto the taut, smooth clump of my testicles-filled scrotum. Then, she lapped at my balls, taking first one and then the other into the warmth of her wet vagina-mouth. As she ministered to me, I also licked her genitals, driving my tongue like the blade of a plow along the cleavage between her slippery, wet pussy lips, stroking the whole length of her labia and wriggling my stiffened tongue tip fiercely against the nub of her hooded clitoris. My whole face, drenched in her cunt juices, was wet and slick. I could smell my sister's scent upon me. The thought that I was wearing my sister's pheromones made my dick even stiffer. My balls ached. I lifted my head, sticking the tip of my nose into the sopping-wet furrow of her sex, and drew it back and forth within the slick trough, wanting as much of her lubricant on me as possible; I wanted to wear my sister's cunt juices as if they were a cologne. Tiff, likewise, continued to slurp, gulp, dribble, drool, and slobber. Our grunts and moans and heavy exhalations were a chorus of lust that excited us further. As we continued to perform oral sex on one another, I recalled the first time that my sister and I had made love. It had been on her eighteenth birthday. Even before she graduated from high school--hell, even before she'd enrolled in high school--Tiffany had known that she wanted to go to college, and she'd applied to several prestigious universities during her senior year. She was accepted at an exclusive East Coast university which boasted among its alumni several presidents of the United States. Whoa! Needless to say, we were proud of Tiff, and, of course, congratulatory presents were in order. Mom and Dad bought her a college survival kit--a how-to-study guide, a dictionary, a thesaurus, and a calling card that was to be used only to phone home (yeah, right!). I'd bought her a poster of her favorite rock star for her dorm wall. At least, that was the present I gave her to open in front of Mom and Dad. I also gave her a more personal gift--a college survival guide of my own. After all, although Tiffany and I had an understanding between us, agreeing that we belonged to one another exclusively, I knew that she enjoyed sex--with both sexes and all genders--and, I thought, for both of us, it was better to be safe than sorry if, in my absence, she did happen to give in to an urge to merge. My survival guide included the teddy; an assortment of flavored, lubricated, ribbed condoms, with reservoir tips; The Joy of Sex; a dildo; a pair of ben-wa balls; and a tawdry romance novel that advertised itself as "intense, stimulating, and erotic." It showed a half-naked man clutching a half-naked woman to his chest. With smoldering eyes, she looked up, into his eyes, which were smoldering as well. In the background, there was a mansion and a peacock flashed his tail on the sprawling front lawn, beside a spraying fountain. The title of the novel, Sugar and Spice, was the source of our nicknames. I'd given her the present in private, and she'd modeled the see-through teddy for me. As I mentioned, we've always been close, and Tiff had, even as an adolescent, been unashamed of her beautiful figure, allowing me to see her undressed whenever I wanted to view her without clothes. Of course, she'd expected me to reciprocate, which I was more than happy to do. As a result, we'd both seen each other naked many times. However, in my case, at least, familiarity had not bred contempt; if anything, I'd discovered, abstinence makes the heart grow fonder! Brilliant as well as beautiful, Tiff has always been extremely open about sex and sexuality. She's been with girls as well as guys, and, on her eighteenth birthday, she'd included me as one of her male lovers. In fact, after our third time, we'd become exclusive, committed lovers, boyfriend and girlfriend as well as brother and sister, and the ring she wore had been a gift from me, representing our commitment to one another, both as siblings and as lovers. Still, one could never be too cautious when it came to sex; hence, my gift of her survival kit, not that I'd be happy to hear she'd had occasion to use it. Siblings who commit incest are supposed to suffer emotionally as a result, but neither Tiff nor I ever did. Even from the beginning, there was no guilt, no remorse, no shame, and no fear associated with our lovemaking. We felt only pleasure, joy, and love. Sexual intimacy simply intensified our feelings for one another, making us even closer than we'd been before we'd had sex with each other. We understood that our responses to incest were different than most siblings' feelings about such a relationship, and Tiffany, always thinking ahead, had decided to use us as the guinea pigs for the study of sibling incest that she'd undertake for her doctoral dissertation. A psychology major, she planned to become a sex therapist, helping so-called incest survivors. The problem with siblings who considered incest a problem rather than a joy, she believed, wasn't the sexual acts that they'd performed with one another but their attitudes toward these acts, which they'd learned from society, accepting them uncritically. The key to their recovery was to embrace, rather than reject, their experiences and to see them as having been positive and fulfilling rather than negative and destructive. "Don't worry," she'd reassured me upon announcing her intentions to make us the subjects of her research. "I won't use our real names." Instead, she'd refer to us as "Sugar" and "Spice." The first night we'd made love, we'd kept it simple. As I'd sat at the edge of her bed, Tiffany, on her knees, had gone down on me, fucking me with her face, and I'd shot my load of thick, white cum all over her--there'd been gobs of semen in her hair, streamers against her cheeks and lips and chin, and volumes over her breasts. She'd licked her lips, smiling up at me. "Delicious!" she'd cried, giggling. Afterward, we'd lain together in her bed until dawn, but other than to caress one another lightly, to kiss, and to cuddle, we did nothing more. The experience had been sweet and wonderful, more romantic than sexual, despite my sister's having taken my ejaculate in her face. It had been the start of much more intense, sometimes even brutal, sex between us, however, and it wasn't long before we'd done everything--cunnilingus; sixty-nine; anal intercourse; regular, penis-vagina intercourse; spanking; and a whole lot more. Despite her innocent schoolgirl looks, Tiff is quite a slut. After our third lovemaking session, I'd given her the ring and had asked her to be my girl, exclusively. She' accepted my proposal, and we've gone steady since. Although we could never marry, we could live together as husband and wife, which is what we plan to do as soon as Tiff graduates. Now, as we continued to service one another orally, with her on top and me on the bottom, I was excited at the sight of her dripping-wet cunt, but I was even more excited by the inward-curving slopes of her creamy, smooth buttocks and the tight asshole within the parted cleavage between these twin spheres of loveliness. "Let me finish in your ass," I requested. Tiffany's mouth came off my cock. "Sure, bro." She got out of bed, eyeing my stiff-standing erection. "You can put that sweet meat anywhere you want, honey, whenever you want." "Thanks, sweetie." Tiffany climbed back onto the mattress, knelt, facing the headboard, with her knees wide apart, and rested the weight of her upper body upon her elbows. Her ass was high in the air, cheeks parted invitingly. I could see the tiny, tight anus between her golden globes. "Thank you," she said, emphasizing the "you." I climbed up behind Tiffany, the mattress bouncing and jiggling beneath my knees. My sister's tits also bounced and jiggled beneath her chest. She giggled. "We haven't even started, and the earth is moving," she quipped. "Ha ha," I answered, chuckling despite the corniness of her comment. After lubricating my cock and my sister's asshole, I took my stiff, hard prick in my fist, guiding the tip of my erection between Tiffany's luscious ass cheeks. The glans pressed at her anus, meeting stout resistance. I wriggled my hips, jabbing my cock head more firmly, more resolutely, into the dimple, and I felt the ring of muscle expand, opening, to accept my member. Tiff gasped, feeling my thick, long cock slide through her asshole. "You okay?" I asked. "Sure, honey. Fill my ass with your big brother cock." I'd inserted a couple of inches. Now, I pushed another couple of inches of my manhood through my sister's asshole, watching the thick column of rigid flesh vanish within the wide-stretched ring of her anus. Tiffany squirmed, biting her lower lip. "You okay?" I asked again. "Yes. Stop asking. I'll let you know if there's a problem." "Just trying to be considerate, sis." "I know, and I appreciate it, but asking me if I'm all right every two or three seconds--or every two or three inches--tends to break the mood." "Okay, sorry." I slid another two inches of cock into my sweet sister's behind. Pausing, I let Tiff enjoy the sensation of being crammed full of her brother's prick as, once again, I enjoyed the sight of my penis stretching my sister's asshole to many times its normal size. Although I loved Tiffany immensely, it was hard to think of her as anything other than a slut when she was like this, with my cock rammed up her ass. I'd fucked her in the ass before, many times, but it never ceased to amaze me how she could take my nine inches up her tight little ass or, for that matter, how my monster cock could even fit through her snug asshole. Girls were like that, though. They might look small and helpless, just as they could look innocent and naïve, but they were able to reduce a much bigger, more powerful man to a whimpering, mewling, ejaculating weakling. Hell, while we were trying to recover from one orgasm, they could be having their fourth or fifth and, without the need to recuperate, they could be ready to go again, right after they'd reached ecstasy for the sixth time in a row. Shoving the remaining three inches of my prick through Tiffany's asshole, I'd now completely filled her with my erection, and she was as skewered upon the thick, rigid pole of my manhood as a roasting pig on a spit. She looked a hell of a lot more enticing, though, with my cock up her ass than a boar looked with an apple in its mouth. Looking down, I could see nothing of my cock; it was completely buried in my sister's ass, and all I could see were the tops of my thighs and my lower belly pressed tight against her flattened buttocks. I could feel her anus around my cock, though, forming a tight ring, as the lips of Tiffany's mouth had done a few minutes ago when she'd been fucking me with her face. That was another thing about girls--almost any part of them--pussy, hands, mouth, or ass, it seemed--could be used as a cunt/ They were designed for sex. God or nature, take your pick, had built them to satisfy men--or women; again, take your pick--sexually. Was it an accident that a sister could excite and satisfy her brother the way that Tiffany excited and satisfied me? I don't think so, not if we consider all the incest stories recorded in the Bible or all the instances of incest observable in nature. Tiff interrupted my reverie, wriggling her cock-stuffed ass. "Fuck me." Rearing back to let my cock slide back through her asshole, I plunged home, driving my thick prick deep into my sister's rectum. "Ahhh!" she moaned. Her passion ignited my lust, and I jerked my cock back down the smooth tunnel of her bowels. With just the glans remaining inside her asshole, I drive my organ again into her depths. Again and again, I repeated this same action, increasing the tempo and the force of my thrusts. Tiffany's buttocks jiggled and swayed, as did her breasts. Her ass cheeks flattened before my every lunging thrust into her ass and bounced back with my every momentary retreat.