6 comments/ 76870 views/ 18 favorites Where It All Began By: sexy_mama_09 Ronald was twenty seven, he was packing up his things to move out. He'd lived with his mother for so long and he'd finally been able to afford to move. Not that he hadn't enjoyed living at home. His mother was a sweet thing, she cooked and cleaned plus worked a full time job to raise him. He'd been here too long and was ready to move on. Clearing out his closet had been a long day yesterday, so today he was focusing on packing up his dresser and the stuff around his room. Opening a middle drawer, he pulled out most of the things. When he reached in to grab the rest, he saw a small pink silk thong. Picking it up, he felt the smooth material between his fingers. He pressed it against his nose and breathed in, her scent still clung to the fabric. After all the years he'd known her, after all the things she'd done for him, what she taught him was the best memory. He'd spent every Friday through Sunday in her bed. Wrapped in the sheets, naked next to her. She was older, but so much more mature and knowledgeable than he had been. He cherished those moments, he even fantasized about them. Taking a break, he sat back on his bed. He pulled his sweats down revealing his hard cock. It had grown as the sight of that thong. He wrapped the cool silk around his hard member. Stroking up and down, feeling her against him. His mind spun out of control and as he remembered their first time. The night his own mother had taken his virginity. It had been Friday evening, he'd turned eighteen two weeks before. Her work schedule had been crazy and they hadn't celebrated. He arrived home from football practice around seven. She was waiting, wearing a cotton sundress and sandals. Her hair was curled and bounced around her shoulders. He'd thought to himself that she looked like a college student, not the mother of an almost college student. He'd been sweaty, but she'd bounded over and hugged him. "Ronnie baby, We're going out to celebrate your birthday. My little boy is finally a great big man!" Her breath had smelled of wine and she was giggly. He knew it meant she had been drinking. He hurried to shower and change before leaving. They went to a restaurant about an hour away so he could get the famous ribs he loved so much. During dinner, his mother had drunk an entire bottle of wine and could barely walk as they left. She stumbled and gripped his arm. He drove them home, but she wanted to stop to walk on the beach about half way home. He'd protested, but she'd insisted that if he wanted his birthday gift, he'd oblige. The parking lot was deserted when they'd pulled in. His mother had gotten out of the car first, kicking off her sandals and pulling her dress off. She wore a tiny string bikini that barely covered anything. His mouth dropped open, she was almost naked in front of him. She'd never been like that before. As she walked toward the beach, she called to him, "Come on Ronnie baby! I want to give you your birthday present!!" He followed her to a spot down the beach to a secluded area where someone had left a bonfire burning. His mom tossed on a few more pieces of wood, causing the fire to grow. He sat near it, not sure how she was warm when she was wearing nothing. She'd come over near him, cuddling up beside him on the warm sand. He'd felt her skin, warm against his own. Her nipples were hard from the breeze. She was giggling and the fire's glow across her face made her look younger. "Are you ready for your present?" she'd asked. He was being shy, "Sure mom, I'm ready." She stood before him and began to dance. She rocked her hips, as she spun, her ass was in his face. He noticed how sexy she looked and his cock stirred. She shook her hips and swayed in time to the music in her head. As she danced, his cock grew. Soon he was full staffed and suddenly she stopped. He knew she'd notice. As she settled in next to him, she leaned over and tugged at his pants. He stood to get away and they came down easily. His cock was rock hard and she sat grinning. As he tried to move away and pull his pants up, she tugged them down further. He stumbled and one leg came off. Before he could stop her, she was up and her arms were around his neck. His hard member was pressed against her stomach and she was teasing him with her lips along his neck. He stepped back, but she just came with him. "Mom, this isn't right," he tried to protest. She laughed, "Ronnie baby, nothing I do seems to be right anymore." She sat at his feet and began to cry. He was quick to drop beside her and wrapped his arms around her. He rocked her gently and kissed her hair. "I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't mean it." She sobbed against his chest and he sat back on the sand. She crawled into his lap. His hard cock was now pressed against the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms. She kissed his neck, soon their lips met and he was so hard he thought he'd burst. He never thought he'd spend his eighteenth birthday naked on the beach making out with his own mother. Much less he didn't think he'd lose his virginity on the beach with his mother. She let him kiss her neck and down to her collar bone. Slowly he moved down to her breasts, her tender breasts that had such succulent hard nipples. He pushed aside her top and sucked her nipple into his mouth. His warm breath on her sensitive nipple, she gasped. He teased with his tongue and his hand moved to the other nipple. He twisted and teased her. Slowly he pleased her. She spread her legs apart and his fingers made their way to her bottoms. His lips found her other nipple and he gently sucked it too. She let him rub over the silky fabric, he could feel her getting wet already. His finger tips slipped under the fabric, finding her bare cunt. He rubbed her clit with two fingers, gently teasing her. His mouth let go of her nipple and found her lips again. She sighed loudly and he whispered into her ear, "Tell me if you want me to stop." She laughed, "Ronnie baby, fuck me please! It's been so long, I need you so badly." With that request, he untied her bottoms, letting them fall away. Her slick bare pussy exposed, he rubbed harder and she spread herself wider. He dipped down to her hole and slipped in one finger, then two. He pumped in and out of her with his fingers. She rocked and moaned against him. His teasing making her slippery. Suddenly she slipped off his lap, his fingers never leaving her treasure box. As she lay on the sand, her mouth found his large cock. She slipped it into her mouth and sucked fondly. He groaned, using one hand to finger her and the other to keep his cock inside her warm mouth. She slicked up his cock, perfect for a long fuck session. He had her stand, pussy at his nose. He buried his face in her cunt. Flicking his tongue over her bare skin, making her juices drip down his chin. She pressed his head against her, begging for more. He made her orgasm like that, her body shaking with pleasure. He lay back on the sand and pulled her into his lap. Suddenly he was inside her and she was riding his cock. As she rocked, he watched her. The glow of the fire made her radiant, her breasts perky and bouncing. Her pussy filled with his cock, he groaned and gripped her hips. She slid easily up and down, crying out in orgasm twice. The second time, he'd flicked her clit with his thumb, bringing her to the edge. When she'd came for the second time, he flipped her onto her back. His cock never leaving her warmth. He pushed her legs up on his shoulders and pounded her pussy. In and out, harder and harder. She pressed her tits together and pinched the nipples. That was enough for him, with a loud grunt and one final hard pump, he filled her with cum. As he let her legs go, he collapsed against her warm body. His head resting on her still hard nipples. As he lay there, flicking her nipples with his tongue, she asked, "Did you like your birthday present?" He sat up, grinning. "Of course I did, I'd like that all the time!" She smiled shyly, "Really? I wasn't sure how you'd feel." His response encouraged her, "I wasn't sure at first either, but now I know, I'd make love to you all day every day if you let me." That's where their love began, he'd kept the bikini bottoms she'd worn that night and used them to beat off daily since. Now, he'd be stopping over every weekend to get his rocks off. He was ready for his life to continue, maybe one day he could fuck his own daughter and carry on their tradition. Where It All Began All characters portrayed are over 18. ***** I had to go so bad! In all my life, I've never felt this heated. I ran to the closest bathroom; into the closest stall, pretty much slamming the door behind me. I released my cock just as a steady stream of piss made a bee-line for the toilet bowl. I moaned as my urine gradually exited my body. That honestly had to be the best piss of my life. I zipped up my pants and tried opening the door. It wouldn't budge. 'Fuck!' I thought. 'What the hell am I suppose to do now? God I hate this place!' I heard someone come into the bathroom. Yet the footsteps were so quiet. I heard a soft moan come from the other side of my stall door. "Hey, is everything alright in there?" The voice was so silky and soft. Wait... what was a chick doing in the guys' bathroom? "No, the door's jammed. I'm stuck!" I heard her soft moan again. I peeked under the door to see a pair of school girl shoes. Probably just another cock sucking, no comitmemt fucking prep. The whole school was jammed full of them, so that really wouldn't surprise me any. "Hold on a second." I heard the handle jiggle as she worked on getting me out. I'll be honest I was starting to feel claustrophobic. Part of the handle actually snapped off and fell to the floor. The door slowly swung open. 'My god...' That's all my brain could muster. She was gorgeous. Straight blonde hair lightly fanned over her face, big blue green eyes, sensual lips, a cute little nose. My eyes slowly trailed down to her lucious breast. They were modest size, just the way I liked them. Her hips were curved perfectly, her thighs nice and thick. Her feet looked so much smaller now though. My mind was cloaked in a heavy fog, I didn't even feel her hold my hand. "Hey, are you alright? Do you need to go to the infermary?" I couldn't break out of my daze. This girl was amazing, and she was actually touching me! "W-what? Oh! Eh, just take me back to my dorm." Wait did I really just ask her that? I think my other head was starting to take control of my predicament. "Oh, okay." She slowly walked out of the bathroom with me and we were on our way to my dorm. My roommate had dropped out at the beginning of the year, making it so I didn't have to share a dorm with any other students. You could call me a loner, but I prefer to be called someone who has a low bullshit tolerance level. My dorm was actually hidden away from all the others as well. "Well, here we are." I said as I brought out my keys to get in the room. The door squeaked open, it sounded old as hell, but the rest of the dorm was practically new. "Wanna come in? I could fix you a little drink." "Oh that's really sweet, but no thank you." She sounded so modest, yet why was she dressed so slutty? In a school girls outfit! "I mean, I don't even know you're name." "Christopher. You can call me Chris if you want." "I'll stick with Christopher. It sounds so sophisticated." Her eyes shimmered as my name passed her lips, almost like it was meant to do so. "And what's your name, beautiful?" Well, at least I was trying to flirt with her. I'm not really good at talking to people in the first place, let alone females! "Allison. Just don't call me Alli, I hate when people do that." She walked into my dorm, carfully shutting the door behind her and locking it. "Just so we won't be disturbed." "Ah don't worry your pretty little head. No one comes around to bother me anyways." I turned and walked over to my mini-fridge. "Now, would you like just one drink?" She walked up behind me and hugged me. I could feel her chest mash up against my back. 'Huh, she's not wearing a bra either...' I heard her soft moans again. "I'll drink whatever, whenever." I passed her a mini bottle of Smirnof. The stuff got me feeling loose, just not drunk off my ass. "Mmm, looks like we have the same taste in vodka Handsome." She winked so seductively at me. I felt my eleven and a half inch cock start to harden at this beauty's actions. She sat down on my bed, her skirt cascading around her thighs. 'Perfect spot for the perfect girl... Wait what?' My thoughts were stuck on her like crazy. I sat next to her. "So, you comfy enough?" "Yea... May I take off my shoes. They're making my feet so sore hun." I didn't speak. I lowered myself off the bed and down to the floor. Gently, I peeled her shoes off of her sore feet. Her feet looked so soft. I couldn't resist. I lightly kissed her left foot. She giggled. "Ticklish?" She nodded. I gave her a little smirk, lightly blowing over where I had left my kiss. Her toes curled slightly as another moan erupted out of her. 'Don't blow this Chris,' I heard in my head, 'She could be the one.' I shook my head. Damn thoughts. "Yea a little bit. Come sit up here Handsome, I'm so lonely." I looked up into her eyes, the desire in them glistening like fresh pond water on a warm spring day. She bit her lip as I crawled up to her, leaving little kisses up her right leg. I lingered a bit at the hem of her skirt. It was pleated and so ruffled; there must've been multiple layers to it. "Do you want to get a little bit comfyer Beautiful?" "But... I..." It was obvious that she was lost due to my actions on her sexy body. I took her hand in mine and kissed it softly. "I'm... not wearing any... um..." she whispered something under her breath. "Panties? Not wearing a bra either? You naughty, naughty girl!" I joked, yet her deep pink blush told me that everything I said was true. "Awe don't be shy," I calmed her, "You don't have to take off your clothes if you don't want to. I'm not the type of guy that'll force you to have sex with me." Now that was 100% true. "Good, because I'm still a... virgin..." She hid her face in my blankets. God she looked so damn adorable. My cock was aching as it forced to tear a hole in my pants. "Heh, same here gorgeous." Why would I confess something like that?! My brain must've been stuck on autopilot because the next thing I knew I had her pressed to the matress kissing her deeply. She moaned under me. I moaned back as I felt her erect nipples press into my chest. I grinded my cock into her thigh, yet I had absolutely no idea where this primal instinct was coming from. What had gotten into me? I snapped out of my trance and quickly pushed up off of her. She squirmed trying to get me back on top of her. "Allison, I think we're going a little too fast. But I can't stop. I'm sorry I can't control myself." I stood up and caressed her face in my hand. "C'mon. I wanna do something for you." She stood quickly. I lead her to the bathroom, which was not too small, but just the right size for two people to be in there at the same time. I pulled out some scented body scrub for her. "I'm confused. Do I smell?" She looked at me with deep concern. "No, you smell so good. Like strawberries dipped in vanilla. I just thought you'd like to relax and unwind a bit before bed. That is if you'll stay..." I looked down at the floor. So much for being confident. She looked up at me and kissed my cheek. "Of course I'll stay. You're the only one in this whole school who has ever even paid any mind to me. I've only been here for a week, I was never even assigned a dorm. No clothes besides this ridiculous donated outfit, no friends. But now," She stared into my eyes; into my soul, "I have you Christopher." She kissed my lips. I couldn't help but moan. She sounded like her time here had been full of dissapointment, and now she found a rose in the field of dandelions that was the population of our school. "Here," I leaned over and started her bath, "I'll leave you to relax for a little bit before bed." She looked so lovely as she unzipped her skirt. It swiftly fell to the floor along with her thin shirt. God she looked so amazing. Her breast were perky and topped with light pink nipples; perfect for sucking. My eyes lingered down to her pussy. She was completely hairless. She turned to test the water, and I started to drool. Her ass was so amazing and looked so firm. To make things sound simpler, her ass was huge! "Thank you for all of this Christopher. I feel so loved." She kissed my forehead and shooed me out of the bathroom. The door silently shut behind me. I walked over and layed on my dishelved bed. It was so soft, so warm. I don't know when it happend, but I passed out with another raging hard on. ______________ "Pssst. Wake up Boo-Boo Chan." I heard echo through my head. I stretched out a bit, and felt Allison's finger tracing circles on my chest. Opening my eyes, I was shocked. The room was bathed in a soft candle light; the scent of lavender and vanilla wafting into my nostrils. "Mmmm, it smells nice in here. And don't you look sexy." She had her hair up in a towel and there wasn't a single trace of makeup on her face. She looked even better without it. She looked so comfortable in my oversized bath robe. She cuddled into my chest and hugged me tight. "Only for you baby." She planted a soft kiss on my lips, and this one actually sent shocks through my body. "So, what do you wanna do?" I looked over at the alarm clock on my desk. 2:24am. So much for staying up with her all night. "I wanna eat, Boo-Boo Chan. I 'raided' your cabinets and cooked us up some fettuchini with a light sauce. Is that okay?" Man it's like Allison was reading my mind... or my stomach in this case. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd had a decent meal, more or less a romantic one at that. "That's perfect, Beautiful." I got up and rushed over to the table. Oh god, she had out bread and everything! It made me feel like I was about to dine at a 5 star resturant with a gorgeous sweetheart. My mouth watered so much that a bit of drool leaked down onto my plate. She giggled, "Looks like someone enjoys what they see. Here," She placed the fettuchini on my plate, lightly glazing it with the sauce. Above all, she buttered a large slice of bread, put some sauce on it, and put it on the side of my pasta. She also gave me a wine glass of Smirnoff and chopsticks. I was in love. "I think you just put magic on my plate baby! This looks amazing!" She blushed at me and kissed my forehead. She set up her own plate and our date was under way. She looked like a pro as she twirled her fettuchini around her chopsticks and brought it up to her lucious lips, taking every bite slowly, savoring her masterpeice. I on the other hand scarfed my food down as if it was my last meal. She laughed as sauce landed on my cheeks from me eating like a savage animal. I let her gently wipe off the sauce with her thumb, falling deeper and deeper in love with her with every touch. "That was amazing honey. You're such a great cook." I got up and put my empty plate in the sink. She still had about half a platefull left to finish, but to me it looked like she was about to puke. "T-thank you." She put her hand over her eyes and groaned in pain. "Allison is everything okay? You don't look very well." Her skin had paled dramatically over our date. She uncovered her eyes and let her arm fall limply to her side. Her eyes were severely dialated, so much so that all I could see were black voids. What the fuck was wrong with her?! "I don't feel ve-" she fell out of her chair, almost hitting the floor, but thankfully I was there to catch her. She felt so warm; too warm. Maybe her body was reacting to the food she made, or to the body scrub if she used it. I layed her in bed, carfully laying a thin blanket over her. Even in this state, she still looked so angelic. I let her be for a couple minutes to put away the food. It looked and tasted perfectly fine to me. I guess some people can't handle their pasta. Once all the food was put away and in the fridge, I returned to the bedside. She was gone. "Allison?" I called out. I didn't hear her leave. "Allison?!" "In... here..." I heard come weakly from the bathroom. I walked over quietly and saw her hunched over the toilet, vomit on her lips. I went in to comfort her, lowering myself next to her and gently hugging her as she shook in my arms. She puked again. "Too much food?" "Too much drink." Yep. That explained it all. I forgot the fact that with some people food and vodka don't mix very well. I rubbed her back as she puked more. "I'll be right back." I went back out into the kitchen to get sleep medicine for her. The stuff knocked you out quick, but it also aided in stopping puking. I rushed back to the bathroom to see her raise herself, only to induce more vomiting. "Do you think you could hold off your vomit to take this honey?" I showed her the bottle as she looked back at me, slowly nodding. She took the bottle from my hand and took a swig. Allison started to gag, but she didn't puke again. "Gah! What the fuck even IS this?" She stared angrily at the bottle, but her stare started to soften. "Take me to bed baby?" She held out her arms. I picked her up and took her back to bed, lowering her onto the bed gently. She pulled me down and deeply kissed me. "Goodnight Christopher. I love you." My eyes widened in joy as the words came out of her. "I love you too Allison. Sweet dreams." I fell asleep with her in my arms, lightly purring as she slept. Where It All Began We had been out for something to eat. Nothing fancy, just some fast food. It was still early and we all needed a quieter night. We went back to the apartment, and lazed around with some drinks. It had been a manic few days, with little sleep had by anyone. There were six of us. My friend and her latest guy of the moment, and three of his friends. Lee and I weren't exactly seeing each other. There was no official arrangement in place, but whenever we ended up in the same place at the same time, we tended to hook up. It was more a thing of convenience, his friend was involved with my friend, so we were often in the same circle. He always seemed to want something more, and though I really liked him, I was apprehensive. I was still young, to his twenty five, still a virgin, and not really looking to change that. Lee sat at one end of the long sofa, and I lounged around lying on my side, using his lap as a pillow. He placed an arm across my body, and the other hand to my head. It was winter, and the apartment wasn't very well heated, so I covered myself with a blanket, hoping for some warmth. My friend and her guy were wrapped around one another in an armchair across the room. I hadn't met the other two men before. Nick sat on the floor, leaning against the middle of the sofa, and Steve lifted my feet from the last remaining seat, sat on the sofa, and rested my feet on his lap. As darkness settled in for the night, we watched movies, and drifted in and out of sleep. Lee was always really tactile and spent the whole time absent-mindedly stroking my face with the back of his knuckles, or twisting strands of my hair in his fingers. The flicker from the TV screen cast a blue light throughout the room, highlighting momentary facial expressions for a second before moving on. As the evening moved on, the temperature grew colder. Soon my blanket became a highly sought after benefit. Nick pulled some of it around his shoulders from his position on the floor, and Steve tucked his hands under the fabric with my legs, making a joke about how cold his hands were and threatening to freeze my feet. Some time passed before I felt just how cold Steve's hands were. It begun with just one of his fingertips stroking my ankle gently, much the same way Lee was stroking my face and neck. Soon I felt his other hand trace a line up my calf. I straightened my leg a little as his touch tickled the skin at the back of my knee. I sneaked a glance in Steve's direction, only to find him focussed intently on the TV screen. His hand stayed at the back of my knee, first stroking softly, gradually adding more pressure until his fingers and palm were massaging the flesh deeply. He slowly alternated the attention from one leg to the other, loosening up my calf muscles. I felt so relaxed, though had to make a conscious effort not to show the changes in my breathing. I continued looking at the television, but had long since lost track of what show was on, enjoying the soothing hands on my face, neck and legs. Looking up at Lee's face I could see he was practically asleep, his eyes closed and his breathing regular. Steve never broke his gaze from the TV screen. Each time Steve's hand moved from one of my legs to the other, his fingers stretched out and crept a small way up the back of my thighs. The touch came a little higher, just a few millimetres each time. Every few minutes I anticipated where I would feel that sensation next, as his hand broke contact with the skin at my knee. He wrapped his other hand around my ankle, and rubbed at my skin. I could feel the pressure from his hands, guiding me. I shifted position onto my back. He took hold of my left foot, and urged it's movement. I bent my leg at the knee, and he placed my foot against his thigh. He ran his hand slowly up the inside of my calf, pushing my leg against the back of the sofa. My thighs opened, and I became aware of just how baggy the shorts I was wearing were, as the material moved away from my skin. His hand came to rest on the front of my leg, halfway between my knee and hip, his thumb trailing to my inner thigh, where he continued the slow massage. Lee had always loved my lips. Whenever we spoke I got the feeling he was watching my lips rather than my eyes or anything else. He liked them most when they were wet and would sometimes spend ages placing tiny kisses and licks all over them until they glistened. As often happened, his hand had gradually moved from tracing my hairline, across my cheek and towards my mouth. I nestled my face against his palm as he held my face lightly. His other hand moved beneath the blanket, and across my ribs to rest so close to my breast that even the slightest movement of his thumb caused it to brush against me. I became aware that as Lee's index finger moved slowly towards my mouth, so Steve's index finger moved further up my thigh. I was trying my hardest to hide how turned on I was. My right leg moved, opening my thighs wider, until my knee was resting on Nick's shoulder. I mumbled a quiet apology to him, but left my leg resting there. Everything was happening in slow motion, every movement seeming to take an eternity. I felt guilty that I was enjoying the attention so much, and that most of it was coming not from Lee, my semi-sort-of-boyfriend, but from his friend Steve. I also felt that above everything else, I didn't want it to stop. I even began to feel bad for Nick sitting on the floor, by himself. I slowly moved a hand over my right knee, and began playing with Nick's hair. As I glanced at Steve, I saw that he had noticed this and a small smirk appeared on his face. Lee's hand cupped my jaw line. Steve's hand moved up my inner thigh. I massaged Nick's neck until his head relaxed against my knee. I tried to read Steve's face, to gauge how far he would go, but he continued looking at the TV, still smirking. I was pretty sure I knew where Lee's fingers were heading, and wondered if Steve would respond similarly. I hoped he would. Just as I had expected, Lee moved his thumb to my mouth, and I opened it a little as he traced the outline of my lips with his nail. I felt the material of my shorts brush against my skin as Steve pushed it aside and ran his palm to the top of my inner thigh. I felt one fingertip lightly touch my panties, and start long slow strokes along my slit. In turn, my hand stroked the side of Nick's face. I closed my eyes for what felt like hours, willing Lee to keep going so the hand on my panties wouldn't stop moving. Steve must have felt how turned on I was from the wetness between my legs, and the slight involuntary movements of my hips, even though I was trying not to move a muscle. With deliberate, methodical movements, Steve hooked a fingertip under my panties and pulled them to one side. I could feel my mouth trembling a little against Lee's thumb, as I anticipated Steve's touch. Again with just one finger, Steve pushed on my slit gradually opening it up and resuming the long slow strokes. It took all my willpower to resist the moan I wanted to release. My mouth opened further and I let the tip of my tongue lick once at Lee's thumb. My tongue had not even left his skin before I felt Steve's fingertip circling my clit. My hand held Nick's face more firmly, the fingertips pushing into his hair. Lee moved his thumb back to my lips, spreading the moisture around my mouth, and Steve resumed his long slow strokes at my slit. On the television, one show ended and another began. It's light occasionally illuminating the room beyond the low blue glow. I took a moment to take stock of my surroundings. Lee still looked mostly asleep, his head cocked to one side and resting on the back of the sofa. Steve appeared to be fully focussed on the TV, showing no hint that his hands were beneath the blanket on my skin, one holding my ankle, the other at the end of his outstretched arm between my legs. Nick had the side of his face buried in my palm. I laid on my back, thighs wide open, feeling the skin of three different men touching me, two of whom I barely knew. Lee's thumb continued to stroke my lips, with my tongue occasionally going to meet it with a small lick. For every lick I made, I immediately felt Steve's finger move to my clit and tease it. I knew he must be watching my face, but had not once noticed his eyes move from the TV screen, despite my trying. The flickering screen kept everyone mostly in the dark, only flashing bright and strobing across faces on occasion. As the finger grazed my clit once more, I let out a small sigh. My body shifted slightly and Lee's hand cupped around my breast, not really holding it but resting the weight over my nipple. I relaxed, more than I ever had before. With the hand on my breast came a strange sense of completion and belonging, like coming home after time away, the comfort of things feeling they are exactly as they should be. This wasn't the kind of thing I ever did. I had fooled around with guys before, but was still very inexperienced. There had been fingers inside me before, even a tongue or two, mostly the clumsy fumblings of teen boyfriends. Nothing like this though. Steve's slow, deliberate, confident actions were a complete contrast to everything I had ever known. As well as exciting me so much, what he was doing fascinated me. The combination of the two completely set my mind on fire. Lee stirred in his semi-slumber, and his grip tightened on my breast as he shifted weight to get comfortable. I strained to stop my back arching. Almost without thinking I took Lee's thumb in my mouth, and sucked lightly. A flashing came from the TV screen, and for the first time I spotted Steve's eyes on mine. His smirk spread, lighting up his whole face. He continued watching me as I felt two fingers push my slit wide open, and another dip slightly inside my wet hole and circle around the rim, before all fell dark again. The next time the light caught his face, he had turned back to the screen. I moved my left hand, and held Lee's palm to my face, moving the thumb from my lips and replacing it with his index finger. I licked my lips and pushed them over the fingertip to the first knuckle. Steve responded by sliding his middle finger into my hole, to the first knuckle, and continuing the circling motion inside. I don't know how much time passed, as I licked and sucked at Lee's finger, enjoying Steve's mirrored responses between my legs. Whenever the finger left my mouth, Steve would slide his own finger from my hole and cover my slit in my own wetness. I took the chance to be mindful of what was happening, to take it all in, and be fully aware of every sensation. The television was playing a loud rock song, part of the soundtrack to whatever action movie was showing, the music filling the room so no other sounds could exist. The lights from the screen lit up the whole room whenever the image showed an explosion, and gave a continual blue glow to everything. I noted the taste of Lee's finger on my tongue, slightly salty from his sweat, feeling familiar to my mouth as my tongue wound around it. Nick's unshaven face felt rough to the touch, and I was enjoying the contrast of textures from his skin to his softer lips. Steve's hand clasped around my ankle, holding it in place on the top of his thigh. The blanket lay loosely over my legs and hips, and a cool breeze managed to sneak under it through any opening it could find. Beneath the blanket, the heel of Steve's other hand held my shorts up and my panties aside, as his fingers stroked at my slit and dipped into my hole. I felt the moisture he left on me evaporating with my body heat, until he replaced it again with another stroke. Nick had begun kissing my hand, just barely brushing his lips over my knuckles. He had noticed the sucking motions of my mouth, and was watching the expressions on my face intently. I pushed down the blanket that was covering me, until its edge rested on my waist, low enough to show Lee's hand squeezing at my breast, but not low enough to uncover my own or Steve's hands. I tugged at the material of my shirt with my left hand, and pulled it up, exposing my stomach and the bottom of my breasts. Nick chuckled a little, and playfully bit at my hand. I softly slapped at his face and faked a disapproving frown. Across the room my friend and the man with her slept, or watched television. I hadn't paid enough attention to notice which. Lee dozed. Nick watched what Lee was doing to me. Steve watched what they both did to me. I felt secretive, yet on display at the same time. I felt guilty at letting this happen, but full of excitement because it was happening. I felt alive, and courageous. I knew I should care more about the consequences. If Lee noticed any of this it would have meant trouble. If anyone noticed, or heard about this, the mockery I'd get for it would be unbearable. For a short while I tried to force myself to care, but every effort was interrupted when the sensations from my pussy flooded my brain. Steve's fingertip twisted inside me, and a second finger joined it. Slowly, as methodically as always, the two fingers pressed inside, just up to the first knuckles, before they spread apart stretching my hole wider. Steve's thumb found my clit and pushed down on it firmly, causing a small stream of juices to drip inside my panties, down my crack and soak my asshole. The combination of the liquid tickling my ass, the fingers spreading my hole wide and the pressure on my clit almost made me cry out with a moan. A reflex action to try and stifle any noise had me pushing my mouth further onto Lee's finger, until it was all inside, my tongue circling around it as I sucked. I should have expected Steve's two fingers pushing deeper into my pussy in response, but it still took me by surprise. He kept his thumb on my clit, rubbing from side to side, as the two fingers deep inside me curled and mirrored the same motion there. I pushed one of my fingers into Nick's mouth, and he sucked on it, his eyes barely ever leaving my breasts. Steve's fingers slid from my hole, and took the place of the thumb on my clit, one finger each side, squeezing slightly, for just a short moment. Suddenly Steve's hand moved quickly away from me, and out of the side of the blanket, he was beckoning to my left hand, which I moved down to meet his. Together they returned to the cover of the blanket. Steve placed my hand on my thigh, then took each of my fingers, one by one and curled them inwards, leaving just my middle finger outstretched. I stared at his face, trying to catch his eye but he gazed at the screen across the room. With each motion as deliberate as the last, he guided my half closed fist up my thigh, pushing my shorts up as far as they would go. He hooked my panties aside with his thumb, and pulled my hand with him. I felt his middle finger pressing on the back of my own, urging it onto my clit, and steering it wherever he wanted. My finger grazed my clit from side to side, circled around once, and then was guided down my slit. He pushed both our fingers into my dripping hole, curling his finger over mine once inside. I closed my eyes as he held us both inside me, and savoured the feelings from all over my body. We lay there for minutes, nothing moving except the rise and fall of our breathing. I felt his thumb pressing on my clit once more before his finger left mine and his hand moved away. I opened my eyes, disappointed, trying to gaze at Steve's face in the dark. Eventually a flash of light from the TV screen shined in our direction. Steve stared at my eyes, sucked on the finger he had just had inside me, and gave an almost imperceptible nod in my direction. I slipped the finger from my pussy and slowly moved it out from the blanket. Steve smiled as I moved my hand upwards, towards my face. Lee's finger was still firmly in my mouth, and I pushed my own finger in alongside it. Nick watched me from the floor as I licked and sucked at my own juices eagerly. He had seen where my hand had been, and knew what it had been doing there, though was oblivious to Steve's involvement. Steve moved his hand, and made a beckoning motion towards where my right hand was stroking Nick's face. I tried to catch Steve's eye so I could signal my refusal, but he would not look in my direction, his smirk just grew into a grin. I glanced down to Nick's lap, and could see his hard cock was straining against the inside of his shorts. The thought of what I was about to do both thrilled and terrified me. Should I or shouldn't I? Steve looked as though he was about to giggle, and I found myself trying to hide the same thing from my own face as I gave in to the urge to continue. I moved the wet finger from my mouth, pushed my shirt up a little higher, and moved my bra to release one nipple which I pinched gently. Nick's eyes grew wide. I took the other hand from his face and moved it up under the blanket. Steve's hand met mine on my thigh. As before, he curled my fingers, guided my hand up into my panties, and pushed a finger from each of us inside me. Things went faster this time, Steve dictating every move of our fingers as they pushed in and out of me faster and faster. Nick could see the motion of my upper arm, and his hand went to his cock to adjust, looking for comfort. I took Lee's finger back into my mouth, and sucked on it to stop my moans. Steve slipped our fingers from my hole, and replaced them with two of his own, continuing the faster pace for a few moments, each thrust probing deeper inside me. I moved my hand, still wet from my pussy, out from under the blanket and back towards Nick's face. Nick licked his lips anticipating what was to come, his eyes still watching my nipple being twisted and pulled between my finger and thumb. I hesitated when my hand drew close to his mouth. Steve's fingers pushed deep inside me, curling at the tips. His thumb found my clit again, and this urged me to run my fingertip across Nick's lips and push into his mouth, where he sucked it hard. I glanced at Steve's face, and saw his head move with a sigh as his lips slowly mouthed one word, 'Fuck.' The thumb on my clit stopped its side to side motion, and began to move up and down, with long firm strokes. The two fingers inside me parted and pushed at the sides of my hole as they slipped in and out, over and over. Every movement Steve's hand made seemed to grow stronger and as the inside of my pussy tightened, so the grip on my ankle from his other hand tightened. I was overcome with sensations I'd never felt before. The blue lights strobed from the television screen, its speakers blaring music loudly. I fought to stay quiet and still, as my body wanted to writhe and push against the hand fucking me. I pinched at my nipple in an attempt to distract myself with the pain, but that only made the urge to scream stronger. I let Lee's finger drop from my mouth, and bit at my lip, as the sensations overwhelmed me. Steve pushed his fingers inside hard and deep as he felt me cum around them, circling round inside me, every change of direction making my orgasm longer and more intense. I rode the long waves of the climax without making a sound, only releasing a long drawn-out sigh when the waves ebbed away. Steve took his fingers from inside me, and placed his whole hand over my pussy, rubbing his palm into my juice before removing it entirely. He pulled my panties back into place, then again placed his hand on top of them, squeezing lightly and pushing the material against my wet hole. His hand trailed down my thigh, pulling my shorts back into place, before he put his fingers to his mouth and sucked the taste of my juices from them. I took my finger from Nick's lips, gave him another playful slap on the cheek, then pulled my shirt down to cover myself back up. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep. Where It All Began Epilogue While I was asleep both Steve and Nick left the apartment. I never saw either of them again. Except about one month later I was waiting to be served at a crowded bar, when I felt a hand on my ass and someone push up tight against the back of me. His hand slid down the outside of my jeans, his middle finger slipping between the back of my thighs. His mouth went to my ear and I heard a quiet voice say 'You have the sweetest pussy I ever tasted.' Then the hand was gone. I looked around over my shoulder and saw Steve walking away, a familiar smirk on his face. I smiled back, with a giggle as I blushed.