11 comments/ 162199 views/ 28 favorites Women and I By: happenstance I was eighteen-year-old when I first touched a woman's breasts. She was our forty-two-year-old maid who had lovely pair of breasts. She, of course, didn't like it, but I did it anyway. She was also the first woman I saw naked, when I peeked through a window and saw her taking a bath. After that, I never lost an opportunity to touch her or see her nude. During those years, I tried to see whatever of whomever I could: breasts of my cousin; the naked body of our neighbor's daughter; my friend's mother in shower; my voluptuous aunt; feeling my cousin's breasts inside a railway couch; sucking on another cousin's breasts; watching another aunt breastfeed her baby and also made an unsuccessful attempt to make a girl touch my cock. I was nearly nineteen and ready for the big leap when a cousin came to stay with us for couple of days. At that time she was around twenty-one and experienced in all things sexual, so she took the initiative and at night we made love in my room, while my parents slept in theirs. I don't exactly remember whether I was good or bad but she had opened up the floodgates and I just couldn't have enough of her: We made love in the afternoon when my parents were out; we made love at her house when I went to visit her and we made love at a mutual friend's house. I have had sex with women of just about every shape, color, and size, but nobody comes even close to the three closest to me. One is Mom's best friend, Allison. She and my mother, Megan, hanged out a lot together and she sometimes even came to our house. She's an accountant, her husband a project manager and they have a daughter who is of my age. I only knew them causally and had seen their daughter once or twice when I went to their house to drop off Mom. "Why do you want to bring your daughter along?" I overheard Mother asking Allison one day. "To keep your son busy otherwise he would spoil the party," she replied. "Fair enough," said Mom. At that moment I thought they were talking about some party and without giving it any more thought went into my room. Looking back, I now realize how wrong I was. Around ten days later, my mother, who was wearing a low-cut lime halter dress, revealing her ample cleavage and her smooth legs, called me into her bedroom and asked me how I would like a trip to an island. "Yes, why not. Where?" "A friend of mine has arranged a cottage for us at Kiribati Islands for fifteen days and we can go there and enjoy some sun," she answered taking a deep breath and flicking her long blonde hair with her fingers. Now, I had never heard of Kiribati or knew where it was, so asked her where are we going? Who has booked the cottage for us? Who else was going? Faced with so many questions, she sat down on a chair and began answering my barrage of queries. "You know Allison? Well, she has a friend who had booked a cottage at Kiribati, it's an island near Australia, but her friend isn't going, so we can utilize it for two weeks." "Who else will go?" "You, me, Allison and her daughter, Rachael." Then she asked me whether I had a problem or some other engagement. "No, I've nothing else to do." "So, it's final?" "Yes, why not." With that out of our way, we got down to planning. I'd never even been to a beach, the sea is too far from our place, let alone an island, but quickly discovered whatever I could thanks to internet and soon was for trip of my lifetime. On day of departure, Allison's husband, who was unable to come with us because of office work, dropped us off at the airport and we were off to our dream vacation. At the Kiribati airport, we took a taxi and headed toward our cottage near the beach, but since it was raining and we were so tired from the long flight that we decided to stay indoors and make the cottage liveable. The house, if you could call it that, had a living room, two bedrooms, a kitchen and a bathroom. Since Rachael didn't want to share a room, she took one room, Mom and Allison decided to share the only one left and I got the couch in living room. The kitchen, just like the rest of the house, had bare necessities but since we had already eaten at the airport the absence of anything to eat didn't bother us and as soon as our beds, or in my case the couch, were ready we just crashed into them and went off to sleep. I don't know for how long I slept, but when I woke up it was already dark outside and Mother and Allison were busy with groceries they had just bought from town. I got up, took a shower, changed clothes and by the time came back to kitchen dinner was ready. As we were really hungry, we quickly finished off everything we could lay our hands on: sandwiches, beans with rice, fried potatoes and the whole lot. It was only after filling our stomachs that we stepped out of house and went to beach where we lay down on mats we had brought with us and started to enjoy beauty of the clear blue sky and appreciate the power of water lashing against our legs and clothes. I stayed there for about twenty minutes, but with rest of them busy with their own things I decided to take a tour of town and with that got up, went to house, changed my clothes and took for town center. After roaming around for nearly forty-five minutes and getting absolutely drunk on local wine, I stumbled back home and straight away went to sleep on couch. By the time I woke up, sun was up but all others were still sleeping, so tiptoed to kitchen, made a sandwich and came outside to enjoy fresh air. Although I've been with Allison and Rachael for nearly two days, including the traveling time, I'd hardly spoken to them apart from casual hellos, but when I saw Rachael walking toward me in a green two-piece bikini my heart started missing beats and felt a definite movement in my shorts. She came near me and I tried to say hello to her but she ignored me and lay down on lounge chair next to me with her iPod blasting some songs in her ears. Initially, I tried not to look at her body, maybe because I was hurt that she didn't even say hello to me, but it's impossible not to look when a fifteen-year-old girl is lying semi-naked next to you, so started roaming my eyes all over her five foot and four inch frame, her long black hair, her round perky breasts, her flat stomach and her smooth thighs. I was busy looking at her body when saw Mom and Allison coming toward us. Mother had a white beach towel wrapped around her and Allison, who was five foot five inch like my mom, was wearing a long blue shirt. I was dying to hit the waters, especially to hide the erection, so got up and without waiting for them to join in dived right into the sea and was busy swimming when I saw Mother, Allison and Rachael splashing around some distance from me. Although I had missed the chance to watch Mom take off her towel and Allison her long shirt, I was now determined to see them come out of water and walk toward the lounges in nothing but their two-piece swimwear, so got out, sat down and waited for them to walk toward me in their full glory. After around fifteen minutes, I saw Mother emerge from water with Allison and Rachael behind her. Now, normally a man's eyes would instantly go toward the younger girl, but my eyes were fixed on Mom wearing a beige one-piece bikini and Allison in a brown two-piece bikini. I lay there and enjoyed the view of two beautiful near-naked women walking toward me and although I made sure that neither Mother nor Allison saw me staring at their lovely bodies, somehow Rachael saw me looking at her mom and my mom's heaving breasts and she didn't like it a bit because instead of sitting with us she went straight to the cottage. I took my time and ran my eyes all over their bodies, savored the sight of their beautiful breasts moving up and down with their breath, looked at how their wet nipples were sticking to their bras, how their panties were struggling to cover their pussy lips and then there were their thighs and their necks with water droplets on them. We stayed there for well over twenty minutes and then walked back to cottage, with me walking behind them and enjoying the sight of their backs and bums. Not a lot happened that day or the next day, as Mom and Allison began to spend a lot of time together without me and Rachael was avoiding me because she was still angry with me, so apart from getting couple of glimpses of my mother and Allison on the beach nothing exciting happened. Two days later, I was on the beach in afternoon when Rachael came wearing black bikini top and matching thongs and after swimming for seven or eight minutes came toward me and sat down on the mat next to me and started drying herself with the towel. I knew she was angry with me and wasn't talking to me, so just sat there avoiding any eye contact. "Do you really fancy your chances with Mom?" she asked suddenly turning toward me and looking at me with her blue eyes. When she said that, I was so shocked that I didn't even know how to react or what to say, so just stared at her. But, instead of being fazed, she continued her questioning. "I've seen how you look at her, but trust me you don't stand a chance." By now my mind was starting to work again and the last comment had completely woken it up. "I don't know what you're talking about and I don't think about such things," I replied. "You're wasting your time with her," she added when she heard me say that. As soon as she said that, I got up and before she could understand what was happening, I was on top of her and kissing her neck and shoulders and by the time she realized what I was doing I was already holding her arms with my hands while my mouth was busy biting her nipples hiding under the black bikini top. She continued to struggle for next five minutes or so, but I proved to be too strong for her and she finally gave up and I fucked her right there on the beach mat. The whole session took us around two or three minutes, but I had completely broken the wall, so now we could relax, get rid of mutual hostility and enjoy each other's bodies. After a break of fifteen minutes or so and two bottles of beers, we were again ready, so we walked toward the sea naked and fucked each other with the water completely wrapping our bodies. We stayed there for well over an hour and fucked each other thrice and would have gone on for longer but I was hungry and tired, so we went inside the house and took a break. After satisfying each other as much as we could and after doing everything and anything possible, including making each other cum in the sea, biting each other's nipples and enjoying her probing my bum with her finger. "I like you because you're not narrow minded," she said shaking her ass where I was resting my head. "I never was." "Yes, there aren't that many guys who would accept their moms so easily." I had no idea what she was talking about but wasn't in mood for talking, so just kept quiet, but she wasn't done, so she asked me how I found out about Mother. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, that she likes women". When she said that, I started laughing and told her that she was crazy. "Are you telling me you don't know your mom likes women?" "Hell, yea," I shot back as wasn't enjoying the conversation anymore. "You really don't know that your mom and my mom are lovers?" she said looking at me as if I was the crazy one. I was so angry when I heard her say that that my face went all red and would have hit her, but she caught my hand and jerked me back on the mat. "I don't know why you're getting so upset. I know my mom likes women and I don't have a problem with that, so why should you get so angry." I didn't say anything and just stared at her face, trying to understand if she really was that crazy. "Why do you think they spend so much together? Why are they sleeping in one room? Hell, why are we even on this bloody island?" she replied matter-of-factly. By now I was totally tired of listening to her, so got up and went inside the cottage and sat on the couch thinking about what she had said. To be honest, I had always found Mom's friendship little odd, like spending nights at Allison's place, their hanging out together. And after arriving at this island, I had seen them constantly looking at each other, touching each other and enjoying each other's company a lot. Until now I had never thought of all these things as anything more than what friends do, but now I was coming to the terms that there was way more going on than I had accepted or realized. I was running all these things through my mind when Rachael came and sat down next to me and asked me whether I was still angry at her. "No." She then asked me whether I now believed her. I knew she wasn't lying, but I just wasn't ready to admit it, so remained quiet. "I'll prove it to you that I wasn't making things up," she said when she saw that I wasn't going to answer her. With that she went inside her room. My thoughts was everywhere, so left the house and went to town bars and didn't come back home until late evening. When I arrived back, all three were sitting on the porch and were getting drunk on local beer. My mom was wearing a yellow top and white shorts that were revealing her smooth stomach and long legs, Allison was wearing a gray shirt without a bra, with most of the top buttons open, and white panties, while Rachael was in a long black T-shirt and red panties. I went and sat down near them and shared couple of beers until it was time for dinner and Mom and Allison went inside to prepare it. With us alone, Rachael came near me and asked me whether I wanted to go to beach, apparently for a quickie, but when I refused she lowered her head, brought her mouth near my ear and whispered, "Screw you" and went inside the house. The next afternoon, I was coming back home after scoring a joint from a local boy when Rachael caught up with me and asked me to come quickly inside the house as she wanted to show me something. Thinking that she wanted to have sex with me, I started walking slowly but she dragged me inside and stood in front of side wall of Mom's room and asked me to lift the wooden panel but I didn't move so she lifted the panel herself, forced me to bend my head and when I did the inside of Mother's room was clearly visible. When she saw me struggling to understand her plan, she placed the panel back in its place, took me outside and told me that since I still don't believe her she will prove it to me tonight that she was right. I asked her what her plan was. "Well, don't drink too much because then you sleep like a donkey and I'll show you I wasn't lying," she replied. I shrugged my shoulders and went to beach to enjoy my joint. The rest of the day went by uneventfully because Mom and Allison had gone off for hiking and Rachael had gone to town to buy groceries and beers. It was late at night and I was in deep sleep, helped by the joint and beers, when Rachael woke me up and signaled me to follow her. Unable to think clearly, I followed her like a zombie and then she switched off all lights of the living room, plunging us in total darkness, and like an expert burglar removed the wooden panel and told me to look inside. What I saw inside not only woke up each and every bone in my body but left me completely in a daze. My mother was sitting on bed totally naked and was fingering Allison's pussy who was sucking my own mom's nipples, the same nipples my mom used to feed me milk from. I was so taken aback by the whole scene that I instantly jerked my head and stepped back from the wall. Seeing my reaction, Rachael placed the panel back, took me outside and handed me a joint to calm me. After giving me time to get my head around, she broke the silence and said: "You took it far worse than I had thought." Without looking at her, as I was too ashamed to face her, I asked her for how long had she known. "I've known it for some years. I always knew there was something going on between them, but actually saw them some years ago." I asked her how was she able to guess when I wasn't? She didn't say anything, just smiled. I asked her whether her mom knows that she knows. "Yes. I've seen them together several times and now they aren't that shy in front of me." "What do you mean they aren't shy anymore." "Well, if I walk in and they are kissing or petting each other then they don't try to hide it or feel uncomfortable. They know that I'm cool about it, so they also don't feel awkward." There were thousands of questions running in my mind, but before I could ask any of them, she again signaled me to be quiet and follow her inside the house. On reaching the wall, she again took out the panel and bent down to see what was happening inside the room. After remaining like that for a minute or so, but it seemed like an hour, she stood up and motioned me to have a look. I saw Allison licking my mom's pussy while Mother was tightly pressing her own big breasts with her hands and was writhing on the bed with absolute pleasure and ecstasy. I watched them for just few seconds as it became too much for me, so came outside the house and Rachael followed me with a beer for me. We sat down and without waiting for me she started telling me how once she had accidentally heard voices from her mother's room and out of curiosity had peeked inside the window and saw her mom and my mother making love; that she wasn't ashamed or shocked instead she was happy to see her mom happy; that she has never told anybody about it; that she likes it when my mother comes to her house because it makes her mom happy, that her dad doesn't give attention to her mother, etc. She kept on talking but I was half-listening because my mind was occupied with my own thoughts, then she took my hand, placed it on her bra and said she wants to tell me something she has never told anybody. I turned my face toward her and waited for some other shameful detail. "When I see them do it, I get aroused." I had no idea what to say to that, so I just kept staring at her. When Rachael saw no response from me, she simply took off her bra and shorts and started fucking me right there on the porch under the moonlit blue sky. I don't recall when I went to sleep, but when I woke up the next morning I found myself next to Rachael in her room instead of my couch. I was afraid that my mom would found out that I had slept the night in Rachael 's room, so quickly got up and tried to creep back into the living room but my mother and Allison were already awake and were having breakfast in kitchen. When they saw me trying to sneak into the living room, they laughed and called me over to have tea with them. Red faced with shame I went to kitchen and started drinking tea that Mother, who had a yellow skirt and a white blouse on, had made for me. Allison, who was wearing a red gown and most likely nothing under it, was the first one to speak and asked me how my night was. Unable to decipher what she meant, I mumbled it was OK. "How was Rachael's night? Did she sleep well?" she said smiling. "Yea, I guess so," I replied without any idea where she was going with that. Hearing that she and Mom both smiled and Mother even patted me on the head. Then I saw something I had seen many times before but had never paid any attention to it: My mom playfully slapped Allison's bums. I don't know what happened to me but that one act brought back all the memories of last night: my mother getting her pussy licked, touching and feeling her own breasts and nipples, writhing her body. So, without even finishing my tea, I got up, went to bathroom, got out of the house and didn't come back until late night. I took my cell phone out and wrote down in it the things I wanted to say but were too afraid to say them out loud and on reaching the house I went straight to Rachael's room, took her out of the house and sat down on the beach. Women and I As soon as we were out of the house, Rachael started telling me how worried they all were about me, that I shouldn't have left the house without telling them, and that I shouldn't stay out so late. I let her talk and when she was finished talking; I gave her the cell phone and told her to read what I had written in it. After reading the message, she said she wants me to be honest with her and asked me whether I could be honest with her? "Yes." Rachael told me that she went through the same feelings but slowly she accepted the reality and is now a part of their lives. I too can be part of their lives if I want, or I can ruin my relationship with them and my mother, the choice was mine. Then she turned toward me and asked me what would I prefer: being a part of them or breaking off all ties with all them? I knew I would never break off relationship with my mom, especially not over this, so I replied I want to be a part of their and your life. Hearing that, she smiled, kissed me and slowly we made love in the sea with the waves joining in our love making. We were walking back toward the house, when she asked me whether I wanted to watch her mom and my mother again tonight, but I still had the last night scene etched into my memory, plus I was afraid of being caught, so told her that I wanted to go to sleep straight away. Although I went to couch right away, but wasn't able to sleep and was tossing and turning when suddenly somebody switched off the lamp in the living room, pitching the whole room in darkness. I turned to see who it was and was barely able to make out that it was Rachael, who was slowly crouching toward the wall and was removing the wooden panel from Mom's room. I got up and when she saw me staring at her she motioned me to come, but I stayed on the couch and watched her peek inside Mother's room but finally the curiosity got the better of me and I decided to have a glance. With that in mind, I stood beside her and peeked inside the room to see her mom wearing a strap on and riding my mother in a cowboy position with her mouth enjoying my mom's voluptuous breasts and her fully erect nipples. I had come with the intention of having a glance and then going back to bed, but when I saw my mother getting fucked that way that too by a woman I was unable to take my eyes off and Rachael sensed that because I felt her hand on my cock and when she saw that it was already erect she gave a smile and hugged me. Both of us stayed there with our eyes glued to the action happening inside the room and left the scene only after her mom had fucked my mother's brains out. We went outside where Rachael immediately gave me a blow job to relieve me of my pressure and after her persistent questioning I admitted that watching her mom and my mother making love did turn me on and when she heard me say that she replied that it also turns her on and there's nothing wrong in getting turned on by watching two people making love. "Yes, especially if both of them are women," I said smiling. The next I stayed at home and didn't run away like the previous day but didn't feel like talking to either my mom or Allison even though they both tried to engage me in conversation. In the afternoon, I was sitting alone on the beach when Allison came near me wearing nothing but a white shirt with most of its top buttons open and purple panties and sat down next to me. I was busy admiring her exposed cleavage when she asked me why I was avoiding her and Mother. I replied I wasn't avoiding anyone. I could tell from her face that she didn't like that answer and just like her daughter wasn't about to give in so easily. "You know we all love your mom, she's part of our family, do you know that or not," she asked changing the line of questioning. "Yes, I know that." "Well then treat her like one, don't avoid her. What she does to keep herself happy shouldn't affect your relationship with her or with me, understood? You've a good thing going don't spoil It," she warned even before I could figure out whether she knew that I knew or not. With that she started to get up and I thought she was leaving, but she sat down again right in front of me, with her exposed cleavage inches away from my face, and asked me whether I was taking precaution. "We know what you and Rachael are up to, we're not kids. All I'm saying is take precaution," she added when she saw that I was avoiding her eyes and wasn't about to answer her. "You know we don't need them but you do, so use them," she said putting her hand in her shirt pocket and completely exposing her left nipple in the process and took out a packet of condoms and threw them on the chair. Then she turned her back toward me, took off her shirt and walked toward the water in purple panties. I knew she had revealed her nipples to me knowingly and the way she had turned and taken off her shirt was a sign that she wanted more from me than talk, so I followed her to the sea and swam near her, all the time admiring the way her fully exposed breasts were moving in water. We swam for around ten or fifteen minutes and then without any shame or hesitation she came near me and said, "Let's get out of water and rest for a bit", so I got up and walked beside her, with her naked breasts completely exposed to me. It was only when we sat down that I realized that she hadn't brought a towel with her so that meant she would be sitting there with me just in her wet panties and that gave me a huge erection. But she got up and put her white shirt back on but that was as good as not having it on because now the shirt was wet and her breasts and nipples were clearly visible under the white cloth. We were sitting like that and sharing a joint when Rachael came wearing a lime green thong and matching bra and after going straight for a swim she came back and sat down with us. By the time she came back we were already high and were comfortable with each other in the near-naked state. Rachael had brought a beach towel with her, so after coming out of water she wrapped it around her smooth body, took off her green thong and bra right there in front of us and sat down on the mat in her towel to share the joint. "See your mom has only gone to get groceries and my mom is already trying to get you," she said sitting down and looking at her mom's wet breasts and black bikini bottom. "He has more than enough to share around," commented Allison looking at my fully erect cock hiding under the underwear. At which her daughter showed mock surprise and then moving her body next to me put her arms on my stomach and her leg on my cock. "I've given him condoms so make sure he uses them," said her mom turning toward us. I wasn't feeling comfortable with these talks but didn't want to miss out watching mother and daughter sitting semi-naked so close to me, so I decided to lie there and enjoy the sight. "Mom, I've asked him many time to use them but he hates them." "Make him use them whether he likes them or not. You don't want to go back home carrying a baby," Allison told her completely ignoring my presence. "Get a full body tan otherwise what's the use of taking cottage so far away from town," she advised Rachael. "Yes, only my shoulders and legs are tanned, but I'm planning to get fully tanned." "Wrap that towel over your lower part and let your upper part get the sun," replied her mother matter-of-factly. "Right now?" she asked in surprise. "Why not? It's not as if none of us have seen your breasts before. Would you mind if she shows her breasts?" Allison asked turning toward me. "No, of course, not," I replied taking a deep breath. "His mom has got good pair. I've always liked them," commented Rachael opening her towel and exposing her round and perky boobs. "Yes, she has got big ones; I guess big size runs in the family," added Allison moving her eyes toward my cock. "It sure does," confirmed Rachael putting her leg back on my dick. I was aware that thanks to the joints and beers and the sun, things were getting raunchier and raunchier, but wasn't worried. On the contrary, I was enjoying each and every moment. Allison asked me whether I shared everything with Mom. I told her that I didn't. "Well, I'm lucky that way because I share everything with my daughter and she tells me everything. We don't have any secrets. We've even discussed our first loves and our first times." When Allison said that I instantly hoped that she would continue and thankfully she didn't disappoint. "I've always been open with Rachael and have never stopped her from doing anything. I've always told her do whatever you want but inform me beforehand and avoid risks," she continued moving her body close to us and placing her legs on Rachael, who was stretched out on mat with her head resting near my cock. At which Rachael opened her eyes and said Mom is only against hard drugs, apart from that everything goes. "How can I be against the rest of the things when I myself have done them all? There was a guy and Rachael liked him and I knew she was planning to go all the way with him, so told her to bring him home when she wants to do it instead of doing it in the school yard or someplace like that and I will leave the house and she can have the whole place for themselves. I had even kept a packet of condoms in her room just in case he forgot to bring them." "Now you know that Mom has always been very fussy over condoms." "I'm only fussy about condoms and keeping yourself shaved, nothing else." "When my mom first saw your mom, she called her the 'Amazonian woman'. But after that she has always made sure that your mom keeps it clean down there," said Rachael sitting up and unintentionally exposing the shape of my erect cock struggling under the underwear to her Mother. When I heard Rachael and her mom discuss Mother's pubic hair as if they were talking about her eyelashes, I should have felt some shame, some awkwardness but instead that all I felt was arousal and Rachael's mom noticed that because she clearly saw a movement under my underwear and then gave me coy smile indicating that she understood that the image of my own mom's shaved pussy had aroused me. I desperately wanted to stay there and hear the stories about Mother's sexual activities, but Rachael stood up, signaled me to follow her and then placing the towel on the sand some feet behind her mother she told me to lie down and then proceeded to ride me in a cowgirl position. She had just taken my cock in her wet pussy and my hands had just started to cup her perky breasts and pink nipples when I heard her mom shouting at us that we had forgotten to take the condoms with us. Just then I saw her walking toward us in nothing but purple panties. As soon as I saw her naked heaving breasts, I told Rachael that her mother was coming toward us and I tried to get her off me but she didn't even move and continued sitting there naked on top of me with my cock still inside her. Surprisingly, the sight of her naked daughter sitting with my dick inside her pussy didn't bother Allison either, who came and standing next to us simply handed Rachael a condom and calmly walked back toward the mat. The whole scene and all the talk about my Mother was too much for me and within minutes I came and Rachael got up and went swimming naked, while I lay there on the towel for couple of more minutes before wiping myself clean with the towel and after putting my underwear back on and disposing off the condom, went back to Allison, who was still topless, and was watching her daughter swim naked in the sea. "Maybe, you should learn a thing or two from your mom, she never gets tired," said Allison looking at me with her big black eyes when I told her that I wasn't swimming because I was tired and lay down on the mat next to her. Before I could understand whether she meant household chores or something else, Allison took the towel from me, wrapped it around her and took off her panties right in front of me and lay down on the mat with nothing on but that towel. Although I had just fucked her daughter, the sight of Allison sitting topless with just a towel hiding her pussy was making my cock aroused again and was planning my move on her when I suddenly saw my mother standing right behind me in tight orange shorts and a brown T-shirt. I thought the sight of Allison sitting there in front of me in just a towel wrapped around her bums would not go down well with her, but Mother didn't even blink her blue eyes and sat down on the mat as if it was all natural. After making herself comfortable, Mom took off the T-shirt and shorts, revealing a sheer hazel bikini top and matching bottom. I had seen her cleavage several times at home and even saw her naked getting fucked by Allison, but this was the first time I was watching her sitting so close to me in a transparent bikini top and I instantly understood why both Allison and Rachael were praising her size so much. Allison and Rachael both had really beautiful bodies but Mother's breasts, which I and the whole neighborhood knew were big, were simply stunning when out in the open. Not only were they big but they were also round, smooth and as far as I could make out from the bikini top, she also had amazing nipples, the same nipples I once used to have my mouth around. I was utterly fascinated by my own mom's breasts and even though I knew that Allison was watching me staring at my mother's body, I was so engrossed by the sight that I was way past caring whether Allison saw me or not. Thankfully, Mom did not see me stare at her like a hungry child and lay down on the mat next to Allison with her head resting on Allison's stomach and her legs touching mine. We were enjoying the sexual tensions in silence when Rachael came back from the beach with water dripping from her completely naked body. I thought seeing Rachael walking totally nude toward us would definitely provoke a reaction from Mother, but she just lay there next to Allison while Rachael dried herself up with the towel Mom had brought. I, of course, was already going nuts watching Mother's huge breasts struggling to remain under her sheer bikini top while her semi-naked body was so close to Allison's, who was watching the whole scene in nothing but a towel draped over her pussy, and now to make matters worse Rachael was standing there drying her shaved vagina, her bums and her whole naked body just inches away from us. "Mom, he's now ashamed to look at me," she said loudly when I looked at her hazel eyes and motioned her to cover her pussy. "Don't be shy. You've seen whatever she has, we have seen whatever she has, so relax and enjoy the weather. Your mother, Rachael and I have gone for skinny dipping many times and we wanted to take you also along, or at least I wanted you to come with us, but your mother never agreed. She always said you wouldn't feel comfortable with us," replied Allison watching me. "My son's a nice boy, he concentrates on studies and these things don't interest him," defended Mom, who was now applying sunscreen lotion on Rachael's bare back. "He looked more than interested when Rachael was riding him near that tree half-an-hour ago," said Allison, who knew that Mother was joking but still decided to take it a step further. I was expecting anything but wasn't expecting Allison to come out and tell Mother that I was fucking Rachael on the sand half-an-hour ago and when Mom looked at me with her blue eyes, I lowered mine and sat there like an innocent boy. We stayed at the beach for about an hour and I used that time to enjoy the sight of Rachael sleeping totally naked on the mat while Mom spent the time reading a book and resting her head on Rachael's cute back and Allison lay there next to me with just that white towel covering her shaved pussy. After that we went to the cottage, took shower, changed and sat down for lunch. The evening was pretty uneventful, but things took off late in the evening when two New Zealand girls who were also visiting the island and knew Mother and Allison invited us all to a private beach party. We had heard a lot about these private parties so when the invitation came we wasted no time in getting dressed and headed off to the location. Rachael, who was in orange halter top and brown shorts, was driving the jeep and I was giving her company in front seat, while Mother, in a pink and white skirt and blue blouse, was in the back with Allison, who was wearing a sarong and a dark red bra, which was looking devastating on her beautiful flawless breasts. When we reached the spot, there were around ten people, including us, but as the night wore on the small patch of the beach got totally filled up and by midnight there were more than twenty people and all of them without exception were completely high and drunk. It was well after midnight and I was sitting near a couple who had their hands all over each other when I suddenly saw that everybody was standing up and when this couple too got up, I also went and stood next to them and without any signal or anything everybody started to take off their clothes and as soon as everybody was completely naked all of them jumped right into the sea. At that time, I wasn't anywhere near Allison, Mom or Rachael but then spotted them with a large group of men and women and saw that three men had their hands all over Mother and Allison while Rachael was busy kissing one of the New Zealand girls. As soon as I spotted them, I stood in the water and watched a man play with Mother's huge breasts and nipples while rubbing his cock against her naked bums; Allison, on the other hand, had a man in front of her and one behind her and both men were busy sucking her boobs, kissing her full red lips and, as far as I could make out, they were also fingering her pussy; Rachael, who was standing next to her mom, had that New Zealand girl go down on her under that water. I was so engrossed in the whole scene that I didn't even notice that a British girl was standing naked near me, but when she started kissing me and touching me I found my excuse and dragging her with me I swam near Mom's group and started kissing and feeling the British girl's breasts. Initially, I wasn't sure that Allison, Mother or Rachael had spotted me playing with the British beauty, but then saw Allison smiling and looking at me and that in turn made me happy because I wanted them to see me sucking this girl's nipples, fingering her tight vagina and making her give me a hand job in the sea. As expected, Allison didn't miss the opportunity and dragged both of us nearer to both Rachael and Mom who was giving one of the men a blow job under water. When Rachael saw me sucking the girl's nipples, she quickly came near me and pushing the girl away from me offered her round and smooth breasts to my hungry mouth. Although I was loving that girl's breasts, I knew Rachael was a much better fuck, so got busy with her young tight body and made her suck my cock while her mom and my mother stood there in the arms of the three men they had just jerked off and watched me come in the Pacific Ocean. After the night of debauchery we knew we had lost all inhibitions and after reaching home Allison and Mom went to sleep in the nude without even bothering to close the bedroom door. By the time I woke up in Rachael's room, who was sleeping in blue panties, it was already afternoon, so got up and was sitting in the living room watching some local channel on TV when Allison came from the bedroom wearing nothing and without saying a word to me lay down on the couch next to me with her head resting on my thighs. I was busy admiring her beautiful naked body, especially the butterfly tattoo she had near her pussy, when Mom opened the bedroom door and walked toward us in a green silk robe and kissed Allison and me on the mouth and got busy with lunch. In about fifteen minutes, Rachael came from her room, wearing only blue panties, gave a hug to my mother and started helping her in kitchen. Women and I After finishing our lunch, we were sitting in living room when Allison walked toward Mom and started kissing her passionately on her neck and mouth and before I could even avert my eyes Allison had put her hands under Mother's rob and began playing with her big breasts. But before I could enjoy the full show, Allison took Mom's hands in her hands and took her to the bedroom but this time they didn't even bother to close the doors and without any shame or inhibition they started making love on the bed knowing fully well that we were just feet away. I wanted to watch them make love so naturally out in the open but Rachael came and stood in front of me and pushed my mouth toward her breasts, so instead of watching my own mother getting fucked in broad daylight I got busy with sucking Rachael's soft pink nipples and fingering her tight wet pussy. The thought that Mom knew her bedroom door was wide open and when Rachael started moaning and talking dirty I knew that both our moms were well aware of what both of us were up to in the living room - and that was a big turn on. Rachael and I were stretched out on the carpet completely naked when Allison emerged from the room about twenty minutes later wearing a two-piece azure bathing suit and after closing the bedroom door behind her and telling us that Mom was sleeping asked us if we fancied a swim and although both of us were quite tired we decided we needed the sun, so all three of us headed toward the beach. We swam and rested for more than thirty minutes after which we went back to the house, woke up Mother and after dressing up hit the town for some clubbing, drinking and smoking weed. The next afternoon I was at the beach with Rachael and had just entered her pussy when suddenly from nowhere Allison appeared completely naked and without batting an eyelid told Rachael to get off my cock and Rachael far from being annoyed or shocked just rolled over and revealed my fully erect cock to her own mom. Now I knew that for the past few days all of us have been indulging in all kinds of debauchery and were way past any shame, but I wasn't expecting Allison to announce her intention to Rachael so openly and nor was I expecting Rachael to just roll over. The whole thing unnerved me so much that my erection disappeared, so Allison lay down next to me and after moving her beautiful long legs over my thighs she started stroking my cock. "Rachael and I share everything. We have even shared your mom." When Allison said that I instantly looked at Rachael, but she wasn't looking at me, instead her and Allison's eyes were fixed on my dick and its movement told them that the thought of them doing my mother had aroused me. Allison, who never misses an opportunity, asked me what I like most but I didn't reply. "Mom, he loves getting his cock sucked," said Rachael. "Typical man. Your mom loves it when I ride her from behind, she moans a lot. All of us have ridden her," added Allison. I looked at Rachael and wondered whether she had ridden my mother too. "Yes, I've ridden her and so have Mom's many friends. We all love her and enjoy sharing her with others," answered Rachael as if reading my thoughts. Allison, who had been stroking my erect cock, rubbed her finger over my pre-cum and brought it toward Rachael who cleaned it with her tongue. "You're now ready, but first tell me what's your favorite fantasy?" enquired Allison turning toward me and looking at my erect dick. But by this time I was way too aroused for any questions or answers, so I shifted my cock toward Allison's pussy and began playing with her breasts, but she gave a slap on my hands and asked me again but I just kept on playing with her boobs. Rachael, who was busy kissing my neck and shoulders, lifted her head up and whispered something in her mom's ear and both looked at me. "His fantasy will come true," said Allison smiling. Then without saying anything more, she expertly brought her vagina over my cock and started fucking me while Rachael played with my nipples, balls and even placed her finger deep inside my ass. Both mother and daughter shared their bodies with me in each and every way without any guilt or shame. Later in the evening, Allison had arranged a party at our house where she had invited the same people who were at that beach party two days ago and who still thought that Rachael and I were a couple and not children of either Allison or Mom. By eleven in the night, the party started to get in full mood with ten guests and four of us and within three hours all fourteen of us were pretty drunk and had started fooling around with each other when Allison entered the living room in a black dress that was revealing her lovely cleavage and her long legs and in her hands she was carrying blindfolds. She stopped in the center of the room and started distributing the blindfolds to each of us and asked us to put them on tightly on each other and then she asked all women to stand on one side of the room while men stood on the other end. She told the men to select their partners by reaching across the room and touching the women only by our hands and without saying anything. The only rule of the game was that we were not allowed to remove our blindfolds and not to speak one word, not even moan, until our session was over. So, all of us, both men and women, took of all our clothes and then one by one all of the men started walking toward the women. I walked toward the women with my arms stretched out in front of me and when my fingers touched somebody's neck, I stopped and slowly moved my arms toward her hand and led her to the middle of the room where both of us lay down on the carpet and slowly, softly and sensually started kissing each other. After moving her in the missionary position, I started kissing her and when my lips felt the smooth skin of her neck I knew I was going to enjoy fucking her. The idea of blindfolds and remaining silent had already electrified us and when we started to slowly explore each other's bodies it made everything more intimate and erotic. I slowly ran my tongue all over neck, shoulders and made my way to her boobs and her nipples, which were already aroused. When I started sucking her nipple, I wanted to know whether her breasts were big or not, so started feeling her boobs and they turned out to be delightfully big. I continued playing with her breasts while she kissed me everywhere and then took my cock in her mouth and started to suck each and every inch of it. Then, as if that wasn't enough, she got up, went behind me and after opening my bum hole with her fingers she got down to licking deep inside it with her tongue. Now other women had licked my bum hole many times but she was doing it like a real pro. After making sure I was as clean as possible, she lay down under me and placing her hands over my cock moved it into her wet pussy. "See, I've made your fantasy come true," heard Allison whisper into her ear just as I was shoving my cock into her pussy. As soon as Allison said that the woman stopped for a second and then tightening her pussy as much as she could she proceeded to give me the best fuck of my life. After making sure that I had deposited the last drop of my cum into her vagina she moved her hands toward my face and both of us simultaneously removed each others blindfolds. When I saw who she was, I was totally shocked and feared the same expression from her but instead of that she gave me her broadest smile, looked at Allison and Rachael, who were standing next to us anxiously waiting to see our expressions, and tightly hugged me as I lay there on top of her in middle of the room with my cock still resting in my own mom's pussy. Women and Wine "Thy vulva is a rounded bowl, That never lacks mixed wine." The Song of Songs, 7:2 Reaching into the darkness, I touch the soft curve of a shoulder, a slender, tapered neck. I lift the bottle out of the closet, into the light--Vosne-Romanee 1978, a wine that in a less prosaic and technical time would have been called feminine. The term has gone out of fashion-- politically incorrect, I suppose--but I still find it evocative. Not in a stereotypical way, either: great Burgundy is not shy, unassertive, weak, or demure; nor is it unrestrained, promiscuously generous, or shallow. It is reserved but earthy, delicate but powerful, flirtatious but demanding,a challenge to the senses and the mind. It is not a beginner's wine. Even lesser Burgundies can be difficult for beginners; but they were the wines I began on when I was nineteen, a novice in both wine and women. The woman I drank them with was Susan, a tiny, dark-haired girl who was at least as much of a challenge as the first Cote de Bourgogne I bought to impress her. It was the 1970s, and the drinking age was still 18. We went back to her dorm room and drank most of the bottle. I found the first sip strange, almost unpleasant, less friendly than the fruity, slightly sweet California Burgundies I had been drinking, heavy with aromas of peat, mushrooms, tar, and less speakable things. But then it slid over my tongue like a feather, leaving behind a lingering radiance of ripe plums and cherries, fennel and cloves, overlaying that fundament of earth. I wasn't sure if I liked it, but I couldn't help being fascinated, even charmed, by the perfect integration of incongruous flavors. By the end of the first glass, I was in love. After the second glass, Susan and I fell upon each other with an intensity of lust that surprised even me. I tasted traces of wine on her tongue as she probed my mouth; we tore at each other's clothes, somehow fighting through buttons and zippers. I reached behind her back, fumbling for the clasp of her bra. She laughed, popped open the hook in the front, and shrugged her breasts free of the tan lace. I took a nipple in my mouth, circled it with my tongue, then sucked hard. Susan moaned and thrust her hips against me. Emboldened, I moved down, running my tongue over her navel and moving on to my goal between her thighs. I had read about this, but had not dared to do it with my two previous girlfriends. I was afraid I'd do it wrong, that they or I would be disgusted. But with two glasses of that wine in my belly, I was as courageous as I was amorous. I plunged my face into her damp fur, my tongue probing deeper into her. Her aroma was dark and heavy; I had a momentary image of a cave, a burrow, warm and filled with animal smells. A place to crawl into and hibernate, safe and comforting; or perhaps a place with hidden risks and mysteries. Then my tongue, exploring, flicked over a tiny button of flesh and she whimpered as fluid, thick and salty, gushed over my chin. I rubbed my face in it, thrusting my nose into her center and breathing deep to take in all I could. A sudden inspiration, impulse, a madness unlike me–I reached over, took up the bottle, and poured the dregs of the wine over her. It filled her deep, oval navel, ran down the slopes of her rounded belly, trickled between her thighs and into every cranny, its essence of fruit and earth mingling with her essence of animal musk in an archetypal wildness. My lips and tongue were everywhere, lapping up every drop as she squirmed and cried out, then she grabbed my arms and pulled me up and into her in one motion, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, sucking her own juices from my lips. I felt as if I were falling into a warm, dark, cavern. * * * Susan was gone eight months later, into the bed of a pre-med student. I took a semester off to nurse my broken heart and found a couple of unmemorable girls to fill the time, but spent more of my time with wine than with women–more than was good for me, no doubt, but educational nonetheless. Then I came back to school and met Laura. She was Susan’s opposite–tall where Susan was short, blonde, large-breasted and wide-hipped; not out of proportion, but lush and expansive where Susan was snug and compact. And unlike Susan, cautious and inexperienced. She told me she had only slept with one man, three times, and hadn’t found it very satisfying. She wasn’t sure she was ready to do it again. I wasn’t used to talking about things like this–my experience with sex had entirely to do with reading nonverbal signals and hoping I read them right. Laura, disconcertingly, insisted on talking everything out. She would allow me to kiss her, caress her breasts, suck her nipples, insinuate my hand into her panties and stroke her; she would even unzip my jeans and touch me gently until I spurted into her hand. But if I tried for more, she would stop and insist on talking about what felt right, what didn’t, and why she didn’t feel ready to fully open herself to me, or anyone, quite yet. I might have given up had I not been so fascinated with her composure, with the contrast between the urgency with which she thrust her crotch against my fingers on the rare occasions when I was allowed there, and the calm restraint with which she discussed her difficulty feeling sexual pleasure–or at least sexual pleasure given by another. Because in spite of the urgency of her desire, she never actually came under my fingers, even after my hand was cramped and aching from thirty minutes or more of devoted caresses. She did not complain–she had never had an orgasm in the presence of someone else, and was not sure she could. She quite frankly acknowledged that she had no difficulty pleasuring herself, but refused–without any sign of embarrassment–to show me how she did it. “That’s too private,” she said. I took her out to dinner at a French restaurant on a Friday night. I hadn’t been there before, and didn’t really know French food as well as I tried to pretend. I ordered a half-dozen oysters on the half shell as an appetizer, and a glass of Muscadet de Sevre et Maine because I remembered reading in a wine guide that it was the right thing to drink with shellfish. Laura made a face when the waiter brought the oysters. “I don’t know how you can eat those–aren’t they still alive?” “I don’t know–I don’t think so.” I looked down, concealing my unease, not willing to admit that I had never eaten raw oysters before either. I squeezed the lemon over them, carefully speared one with the miniature fork, and thrust it into my mouth. The taste of the sea exploded in my mouth as I pressed it between my tongue and palate, and let it slide, slick and viscous, down my throat. I sat back, almost stunned with intensity of the sensation. I maintained my composure by picking up my wine glass and sipped the pale Muscadet. I knew immediately why this was the right wine. Beneath the lemony fruit with its bittersweet lemon peel bite, there was a rough spine of flint and chalk, a faint suggestion of salt air, a briny edge that echoed and grappled with the slippery, salty sensuality of the oyster. A passion held in check by clarity and balance. Aggression balanced with subtlety, steel wrapped in silk. I swallowed and let the long finish fade on my tongue. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a woman at the next table ignore the fork and slurp her oyster direct from the shell. I picked up the next mollusc and looked at Laura. “You sure you don’t want to try one?” “No...not this time.” There was something in her look, as if she had noticed how I had been affected by my first oyster. I held the second shell to my lips and sucked the creature down, with its salty liquor, chasing it once more with the elusive, austere, biting wine. We went back to Laura’s apartment. As I closed the door, I took her in my arms and kissed her. She kissed back, then pushed me away. She pointed at me. “Stay right there,” she said. She undressed slowly. For all our passionate groping, I had never seen her completely naked. Her deep golden hair just touched her shoulders. Her breasts were large, with generous pink nipples. Her hips were generous, though not at all fat, and below her belly the light brown curls burst out in a luxuriant bush that spread to her thighs. She stood before me, and pointed again. “Don’t move.” She came closer and began to unbutton my shirt. Almost involuntarily, my hand rose to her breast. She stepped back. “Uh-uh,” she said, “Gotta do it my way.” I let my hand fall. She finished with my buttons, slipped my shirt off, unbuckled my belt, then looked down and stepped away. “You can take your own shoes and socks off.” I did. She knelt and unzipped my pants, sliding them down; I raised my feet and let them drop on the floor. Laura took my hand and led me to the bed in my undershorts. “Lie down,” she whispered. I fell back on the bed. She bent over and slipped her fingers under the waistband of my briefs, pulling the elastic out to ease it over my erection. I raised my hips to allow her to slide my shorts off, then reached up for her. “No–let me look at you.” She sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at my body. She reached out and took my penis in her hand, squeezed it gently. It twitched in her grasp. She bent over and kissed away the clear drop that appeared at the tip, then circled it with her tongue. She got onto her knees, crouched over me, and took me deep into her mouth. I reached out and slid my hand between her legs, easing my fingers into the wetness I found there. Laura turned her body, swinging her right leg over me to straddle my face as her lips and tongue continued their work. I pulled a pillow under my head and pressed my mouth against her pink labia, bathing her with my tongue. Laura’s scent was as unlike Susan’s as could be, as different as Muscadet from Burgundy. She had a sharp tang, a savage, salty tartness that called up images of storm-tossed seas, salt spray on the face, and echoes of the meal finished not an hour ago. I drank in the smell and the taste of her greedily. Then she pulled away, turned to face me, and straddled my hips, easing herself onto me, opening to let me in, her eyes closed and her breath coming in shallow, irregular gasps. She paused a moment, then began thrusting against my pubic bone, squeezing me with her inner muscles. I reached up and pinched her nipples, not too gently. She let out a sharp cry and thrust harder. She leaned toward me, taking her right breast in her hand and offering it to my mouth. I flicked it with my tongue and took it between my lips. She moaned; “Bite...” she gasped. I took her between my teeth and nipped gently. “Oh yeah, yeah...ah, ah–harder...” I did it harder, sucking the nipple between my teeth as I bit down. Her hips gyrated frantically, and I suddenly felt her fingers between us, rubbing desperately at her own flesh as she panted “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...” It was too much for me at twenty-one. A part of my mind tried to hold back, but my body was having none of it and I came explosively, with guttural roar as my buttocks clenched and I bucked against her rotating, thrusting motion. Laura paid no heed, except to push her breast back into my mouth; her hips and fingers never broke their urgent rhythm. I returned to what I had been doing, indeed redoubled my efforts, hoping she was close. Not close enough–I felt myself softening, and finally a vigorous twist of her hips pushed me out of her. Disappointed and even ashamed, I was about to apologize when she scooted up the bed and pressed herself against my face. Mingled male and female fluids oozed over me as I lapped at her, her fierce, salty musk blended with a pungency that I knew came from me. Her hips continued their thrusting against my tongue, but with smaller motions. I could look up through her pubic hair to see her twisting her nipples. I closed my eyes and focused on her taste and smell. How long it took I don’t know–maybe only a few minutes, maybe longer. I was lost in Laura and she in her own feelings, but I was becoming aware of soreness in my jaw muscles and wondering how long I could keep it up. And then she drew a long, shuddering breath and let it out with a “Woooo! Ahh...” as a fresh torrent gushed over my lips and she nearly crushed my nose. I was only twenty-one–I was hard again. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down, thrusting into her in time to feel the last contraction of her orgasm. It took no more than a dozen thrusts to bring on another one, and perhaps twenty more to trigger a third, in which I joined her. She collapsed onto my chest, kissed me, and rubbed her cheek over my face, which was wet and slippery from my eyes to my chin. She sniffed, crinkled her nose, and grinned at me. “I can tell what you’ve been doin’.” “Oh yeah? What would that be, exactly?” She kissed me, open-mouthed, tongue exploring. She pulled back and smiled. “Tastes like you’ve been going down on some lady. Want to tell me about it?” We hardly got out of bed that weekend, and we cut classes on Monday. Monday night we went back to the restaurant, even though I knew I really couldn’t afford it. This time I ordered a dozen oysters, with a bottle of the same Muscadet. I picked up the rough shell that cradled the silver-gray blob, and held it out toward Laura. She started to shake her head, then shrugged and said, “What the hell.” She leaned forward and I held the shell to her lips. She sucked the oyster in with a soft, wet noise, sat back and swallowed. Her eyes widened. She took a sip of wine and smiled. “That’s amazing. It tastes like...like....” She paused and looked at me quizzically. “It tastes like you, love,” I said. * * * Laura, who had not taken a semester off, graduated that June. I helped her drive the U- Haul to Seattle, where she was to start a job. We had a last night on the floor of her new apartment, surrounded by boxes, and a tearful goodbye at the bus station the next morning. We had very carefully not talked about the future. We wrote weekly at first, but by September it was monthly, and in November I got the letter telling me about Mark. I wrote back to say I was happy for her, which was true, as far as it went. Then I drank a bottle of Bordeaux--a stern, masculine wine. I graduated in December and moved east to take a job as a researcher and fact checker for a small publishing house that specialized in magazines for amateur historians and other obsessive intellectual hobbyists. I spent a lot of time in the public library, browsing the stacks for obscure journals and long out of print books. The assistant behind the reference desk was a tall, slender woman, about my age, with short auburn hair. When I got bored with my work, I would stand beside her desk and chat, in between the phone calls she got from people with questions about everything you can imagine, and more: What’s the capital of Paraguay? What is the date of the Battle of Balaclava? What is the first sentence of “A Tale of Two Cities”? (It’s not what you think–look it up.) I had known her for over two months before I thought to ask her name. She raised her eyebrows. “About time,” she said. “Sarah Caswell.” I blushed. “Steve Reilly.” She nodded. “I know–I asked Jenny in circulation right after you checked something out a few weeks ago.” “Uh...” I’ve been at a loss for words before, but never quite like that moment. Then I recovered, trying to sound like I’d been planning it all along. “Would you go out with me Friday?” She looked me over cooly. “What did you have in mind?” “Oh, uh”– improvising madly– “dinner at l’Aubergine?” Her eyebrows went up again. “You can’t afford it,” she said, which was absolutely true, “and neither can I. How about if I make you dinner? Then maybe we can go out.” “It’s an offer no gentleman could refuse,” I said with all the twenty-three-year-old savoire- faire I could manage. “I’ll bring wine.” She rolled her eyes. “You history majors....” I knocked on her door at 7:30 Friday. I had a brown bag with three bottles under my arm–a Cotes du Rhone (red) and a Vernaccia di San Gimignano (white) that I had picked up at the wine shop, as well as a half-bottle of a German wine I had taken from a case in my closet. My uncle, who had lived in Germany and was the only relative who shared my enthusiasm for wine, gave me a mixed case as a graduation present. There were slender green and brown bottles bearing ornate labels with long unpronounceable names. I knew little about German wine, and I had been cautious about drinking it because I knew it was expensive. But tonight I had pulled out a half-bottle, a little brown thing with gothic letters spelling out “Rheingau” and “Trockenbeerenauslese.” I had read enough to know it was considered the apex of dessert wines. It was a 1964, fourteen years old, which made me nervous even though I had read that these wines aged well. Sarah answered the door wearing a white silk blouse and a short green skirt. I handed her the wine. She looked at the three bottles. “How drunk are you planning to get me?” she asked, with a Groucho leer. “Just drunk enough.” I blushed again–which was not like me. “ Um, I didn’t know what you were cooking and I wanted to be prepared.” “Hmmm. I don’t usually invite Boy Scouts to dinner.” She turned away and I followed her into the kitchen, where she put the whites in the refrigerator and opened the Cotes du Rhone. We sipped the soft, fruity red and talked as she sauteed chicken breasts, boiled rice, and steamed asparagus. I don’t remember a word we said, but I remember every detail of how she moved smoothly about the tiny kitchen, her long-waisted, almost boyish body gliding elegantly from refrigerator to sink to countertop to stove. By the time she put on a record (it was Bach, I remember that) and carried the food out to the table in the little dining area, the Rhone was gone. We started on the Vernaccia, Michelangelo’s favorite wine, which in his words “kisses, bites, stings.” We finished most of the bottle over dinner, then sat back and looked at each other. “I didn’t make dessert,” she said. “I brought it,” I answered. “Did you? We’ll see.” I got up and went into the kitchen. I eased the cork out of the little bottle and poured the golden liquid into two fresh glasses, and carried them back out into the dining area. Sarah had moved into the living room and reclined on the couch. A pair of red panties hung conspicuously over the back of the chair she had just left. I took a deep breath and walked across the worn carpet. I knelt beside her and held out one glass. Instead of taking it in her hand, she leaned forward and put her lips to the rim. I tilted the glass and she sipped, eyes closed. “Mmmm,” she purred, then opened her eyes to look into mine. I lifted the same glass to my mouth and drank, setting the second glass on the floor. The aroma of honey, peaches, and musk , touched with lime peel, rose petals, almond, wet grass, loam, and mushrooms filled my nose and then my mouth. Sweet, but with a firmness that kept it from being syrupy or cloying. Heavy, but with a velvet softness that floated over my tongue like mist. More depth and complexity than you could grasp if you held it in your mouth for years. I swallowed, then leaned forward to kiss Sarah. She came to meet me, mouth open. After the kiss we pulled back and looked at each other again. The taste of the wine still lingered on my tongue. She took the glass from my hand and sipped. Then her other hand reached down under the green skirt, and emerged with two fingers shiny and dripping. She ran her fingers around the rim of the glass, leaving a glistening trail, and offered the glass to me. I drank, then she lifted the glass and drained it, set it on the end table, and put her arms around my neck, pulling me to her. Our lips and tongues met again, and I reached down to stroke her thigh. Women and Wine She shivered as I touched her. We kissed for a while, squeezed onto the couch. Then she pushed me back and began to unbutton my shirt. I reached out and followed suit, carefully slipping the pearl buttons through the white silk. I shrugged my shirt off; she leaned forward and caught my nipple between tongue and teeth. I fumbled a moment with her last button, then opened her blouse. She wore no bra. Her breasts were small, with large brown nipples. I kissed each in turn, then slipped onto the floor, kneeling before her as I bent over to kiss her inner thighs, sliding the green skirt up. I brushed my lips over the nearly invisible, downy hairs on the silky, pale skin. She sighed and spread her legs wider. The hair between her legs was paler and redder than that on her head, sparse and soft. I ran my fingers over it and down, brushing her rosy lips, which were noticeably moist. I kissed them gently, then harder, slipping my tongue between them and licking from bottom to top with long, slow strokes. Her scent was delicate, at first almost disappointingly faint, but as I worked over her with my tongue she opened, as some wines will when allowed to breathe. Fragrances of spice and earth, a rich animal perfume of old forests and dark pools, with a hint of sweetness that might have been only the last trace of the wine’s long finish. Her breath was coming fast, a little panting gasp with each stroke of my tongue. I sped up, following her rhythm. Then she burst out with a single, sharp “Ah!” and her entire body went rigid for a moment, then convulsed as I tried to follow her with my tongue, greedily lapping up every drop I could catch of her spicy liquor. She slumped back on the couch; I rested my head on her thigh. She opened her eyes, leaned over, and picked up the untouched wineglass from the floor. She held it to my lips. I drank, she drank, and she set the glass down. She grinned at me. “Okay, you can fuck me now.” * * * I take a towel from the drawer and wipe the dust from the bottle. The grapes that went into it were still on the vine that night, exactly twenty-five years ago. I open a cupboard and take out two large balloon glasses, put the corkscrew in my pocket, and head upstairs to the bedroom. Sarah’s waiting.