0 comments/ 51392 views/ 1 favorites Awakenings By: alltherage Maggie had never really given any serious thought to why she often felt the beginnings of arousal in the presence of a beautiful woman. She would either tell herself that it was natural and everyone felt that way or she would ignore it completely. As she grew older her feelings grew stronger and harder to ignore. After five years of marriage she felt her sexual frustration growing. When she thought about being with someone other than her husband her thoughts always turned to woman. She had not acted on her feelings and she had resigned herself to never fulfilling her desire. She was 40, a member of the PTA and her husband's country club. The women she met, while attractive, seemed to her to be far too conservative to ever entertain the idea's that swam through her head almost daily. There never seemed to be away to bring the subject up safely and so, as time past, Maggie put the idea into a dark corner in her mind and tried to forget it. In an attempt to relieve boredom she enrolled in the local community college and signed up for a course in Modern American Literature. She worked had in the class and soon it became obvious to her classmates that Maggie was ahead of them and had a firm grasp of the material. As the midterm approached Maggie could feel the near panic of some of the students as they struggled to catch up. One day, as she was leaving class, a young woman named Paula approached her. "Excuse me Maggie," Paula said softy, "may I ask you something." "Of course you can." Maggie said smiling at the young women. Maggie immediately noticed the loose fitting blouse that Paula wore. It was light blue and made of light fabric, which covered her firm breasts only minimally. Paula had tied the blouse off at the midriff and she stood now before Maggie, bare bellied and with what Maggie could only imagine were the prettiest breasts she had ever seen. "Maggie," Paula said shyly, "I need help with Faulkner. Do you, is it possible, maybe, that we study together." Maggie paused only briefly before answering, "yes." They made plans to meet at Paula's apartment that night. When Maggie arrived that first night Paula answered the door wearing only a robe. Her short jet-black hair was still wet and she had pulled it back off her face. Paula reassured her that she was quite comfortable, and that she did not want to waste time getting dressed. The settled in and worked till around midnight. All the while Maggie fought the impulse to touch he young friend. Each time Paula moved Maggie would catch a glimpse of her leg, or her cleavage. Paula seemed unconcerned that she had exposed much of her body to Maggie by the end of the night. They agreed to meet again the following night. When Maggie arrived home her husband was asleep. During her drive she was unable to get the image of Paula out of her mind. She found wondering what she would look like naked and the thought excited her. Within minutes she was in the shower. The warm water washing over her body as she lathered herself and dreamed of Paula. Her hands traversed across her belly to the top of her mound. She did not hear the first sigh she made. She touched her wet lips and opened herself with her index finger. Her right left index finger circled her clit and she was soon focused completely on the pleasure she was feeling. Her mind imagined Paula's finger inside her, and her mouth sucking on her clit, and suddenly she was moaning, "oh god, yes Paula, god make me come." The force of her orgasm made her legs week and she slumped in the shower. She began to cry, her sobs muffled by the shower. In her heart she held no hope of ever being with Paula in the way she had just imagined. She felt trapped and alone. The next night she arrived at the appointed time. Paula again was wearing a robe but this one was shorter and even more revealing than the night before. Maggie ignored this as best she could. They began to study but Maggie had no energy for the task. She had hardly smiled through the first hour she was there and the progress they made was slow and uneven. "Maggie, What is bothering you tonight, " Paula asked in a conciliatory tone. "Did you have a fight with your husband?" Maggie thought long and hard about what to say. She realized that this might be her first and last opportunity to be honest about her feelings. Before she could think her way out of it she said," Paula, I can't seem to get you out of my mind. I don't know what to do about it." "You must think I am blind," Paula answered with an evil grin. "You want to fuck me don't you?" Maggie was stunned but Paula's question. It had never occurred to her that she could send out that signal and "fucking her" was not how she would put it. "Good god," Maggie protested, "I can't believe you think that." "It is so plainly written on your face," Maggie said as she stood and came around the table to where Maggie sat. She leaned over and began to kiss Maggie. Maggie at first resisted responding to the kiss, but she did not push Paula away, and soon her mouth opened to receive Paula's tongue. It was soft and wet on her and she felt her pulse racing as there lips lingered together. Paula broke the kiss. She smiled at Maggie and said, " lets make this easy on you Maggie. I am going to my room and I am going to take off this robe. If you want to join me come to me. If you do not I will sleep and you can go home and there will be no hard feelings." Before she could answer Paula was padding down the hall, dropping her robe as she went. Maggie looked longingly at her lovely ass. Her palms where sweating and her heart raced. Paula closed the door to her bedroom behind her. Maggie stood in stunned silence. Her mind raced. Finally, she made her decision. She took off her cloths quickly and nearly ran down the hall. It was as if if she took too long she might change her mind. She opened the bedroom door to see her young friend lying on her bed, wide legged, with three fingers probing her already soaked pussy, and her thumb playing over her clit. "Ohhhh., she sighed, "thank god you came," Maggie stepped toward the bed and was about to sit next to Paula when Paula stopped her. Paula guided her so that she was kneeling over her face. Maggie gripped the headboard and Paula's sweet mouth covered her pussy. She licked her along the length of her lips and then back down stopping halfway to probe deep within her. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh your sweet mouth," Maggie purred as Paula's educated mouth licked and lapped at her. Paula reached up to caress Maggie's full breasts. Her fingers pulling and tugging at her nipples as her mouth covered Maggie's clit. She sucked hard on it. Maggie's body shuddered as her orgasm built. "You like that don't you Maggie? You love my mouth fucking you don't you. Tell me you love it. Tell me," Paula demanded. "Oh god I love your mouth, please fuck me with your mouth, make me come for you. God you are so beautiful" Paula attacked Maggie's soaked pussy with more vigor now. Her mouth concentrated on her lover's clit as her fingers probed deeply into her pussy. Maggie felt a finger begin to probe her anal opening and she fought off coming with that touch. "Please baby, please baby fill me up," Maggie screamed. As Paula's finger entered Maggie's ass she came screaming, "like never, god like never." From his vantage point in Paula's closet Roger had watched the whole scene unfold. He stroked his hard cock slowly, trying not to come too soon. He had a part to play in this play and he needed to remember his lines and be patient. He waited for his cue to enter. Awakenings "Come on douchebag, gimme the remote!" Connie's voice was clear and annoyed as he held the remote out at full stretch by the other side of his body, giggling as the woman gyrated mechanically on the TV screen. "You are so disgusting, change it!" She didn't sound happy, and when he refused to change the channel, she tried to swipe his arm to get the remote for herself but was unsuccessful and he laughed again, much harder this time, clearly enjoying the fact that she found the topless woman so distasteful for some reason. He relaxed a little and she suddenly attempted another swipe, missed, and sat with her stern face on and her hand held open. "One last time." She narrowed her eyes. "The remote." Pete was an irritating little toad, most people thought so and not just Connie. Unfortunately there wasn't much that she could do about it given that he was her brother. Mostly she just tolerated him, I mean, he wasn't always irritating, just when he was bored. Pete was very bored at the moment and was spending his time flicking through the cable channels, taking more than was absolutely necessary to work his way through the tease TV sections at the back end of the list, the fact that it annoyed Connie was an added bonus to getting to see semi-naked women. "I'm just joking, here you go." Finally her offered the remote to her, but snatched it away as she reached for it and stuffed it down the front of his pants. "If you want it, take it." He said and burst into laughter again while Connie scowled at him. He was always like this when he got the remote. "I mean, what do you get out of that anyway?" Connie gestured towards the TV and the bottle-blonde woman on the screen flipped from her back onto her hands and knees and started humping the air. "It's pretty gross, she doesn't even have a particularly nice body." Pete laughed and pulled the remote out of his pants. Connie made a mental note to wipe it down before using it. He pointed it at the TV and flipped forwards a few channels, stopping at an older, slightly sagging woman wearing a pink bikini who was laying on her side staring seductively out of the screen. "See, she looks like you." He said and howled with laughter again. She had spent the previous summer wandering around in a pink bikini, though she knew her body looked better than the woman on the TV did. Connie huffed and snatched the remote, forgetting her previous desire to have it cleaned and disinfected, and flipped up more channels, revealing more girls in similar states of undress and similar gyratory poses. She was shaking her head and Pete noticed her. "What's your problem? It's just like modeling, only naked and on TV." She looked at him. He was serious. "That is NOT modeling! That is....rolling around while a thousand guys jerk off over you." She continued flipping as she spoke, stopping to look at a pretty Asian girl. "She's cute though." Pete giggled briefly then stared at the TV as the girl unhooked her bikini top and let it slip off. The smile drifted from his face and he was transfixed as the girl massaged her hands over her bare breasts. Connie was watching him the whole time. "Jeez, look at your face. What are you gonna be like when you see boobs in real life?" He spun and looked at her. He looked hurt. It almost made Connie laugh, she had always thought Pete had a funny face, though she couldn't quite put her finger on why. "What do you mean 'when' I see some? I see boobs all the time." He attempted a confident manner but failed miserably. Connie did laugh this time and he looked even more hurt and his bottom lip stuck out slightly as he tried to think of the witty retort that didn't come. "Pete, I think we both know that you have never seen a decent naked body in real life." She paused for a second for effect. "Male or female." She laughed again. But noticed that he looked genuinely hurt now, and she almost felt bad for teasing him, after all it wasn't his fault he was funny looking. After he spent the next couple of minutes staring at the wall beside the TV instead of at the pretty girl on the screen, Connie knew she had upset him, and she felt bad. "What's wrong? I was just messing around, I didn't mean to hurt you." He nodded but stayed silent. Connie went back to flipping through the channels, but didn't really find anything worth stopping for and went back to the tease stations. Something occurred to her. "How come they don't have guy channels like this?" She wondered aloud. Pete didn't reply. "I think girls would love to watch this, but I guess they'd have to be careful about what they showed. I mean, you couldn't have a huge dick swinging around on..." Pete got up and walked out of the room before she could finish her thought. Ten minutes later he came back in, and to his surprize Connie was still flipping through the tease channels. He sat back down without saying anything and watched the girls flicker past, then he saw the one he liked. "Oh, wait it's Marianne!" Connie stared at him. "Marianne is..my favorite..." Pete realized that he had shared too much information and decided not to speak any more as he felt his face flush a deep red. He could feel Connie's continued staring and out of the corner of his eye he could see she had a grin on her face. "Your favorite?" He didn't respond. "Do you watch this stuff a lot?" He still didn't respond. "The Asian chick is my favorite." Connie added, still grinning. "She reminds me of myself." Pete was still flushed. "She's called Aimee." He could feel the couch tremor as Connie laughed hard, and he couldn't help but feel the giggles rise in his stomach too. "Stop it...I..." His voice cracked and he burst into laughter. The two watched each other as they laughed, their mouths wide open and their shoulders shaking. Soon, tears filled their eyes and they both struggled for breath. Connie spoke first. "Oh Godddd...you are such a goof..." Slowly they both regained their composures, which was punctuated by shorter laughing fits, and when the tears had been wiped away and the aching cheeks had got most of the feeling back, Pete suddenly jumped in with a question. "Do you..." He thought about the question. "Have you ever been worried about something, that you're not good enough for..." He paused again and thought hard about what he was asking. "Sometimes guys worry about stuff..." Connie understood. "Don't worry too much about it, as long as...everything works." She had the feeling that she wasn't quite able to explain it to him properly, and took a deep breath while she thought about it. "I'm sure everything is fine. You know? I mean, I'm sure it must work if you spend all your time watching this stuff on TV!" The joke didn't quite hit, and Pete looked at his feet, embarrassed. "Have you ever showed it to anybody?" She asked. He shook his head, his eyes still staring downwards. "It can't be that bad..." Suddenly Connie felt lost for words, and at the one time she really needed them. She thought about offering to get one of her friends to look at it for him, but that sounded like a ridiculous idea as it replayed back in her head. They sat in silence as the girl on TV gyrated and thrashed around on the bed like a landlocked fish. She surprized herself when she suddenly spoke without realizing she was going to. "You could show me. I promise I won't laugh." She wasn't sure where those words came from and she hoped he'd say no. It seemed like several minutes before he responded. "Y-you promise?" Still no eye-contact. "Of course." She still hoped that he wouldn't. But he did. He slipped his thumb into his waistband and pulled the front of his trousers and pants down slightly, his penis sat there on top of his testicles. He was right, it looked smaller than normal, but Connie had a thought. "It's fine. But you're nervous too, right? If this is the first time that anybody has seen it, you're bound to be nervous until you're comfortable." He sat there with the front still pulled down. Connie felt a little uncomfortable herself but she didn't want to say anything to upset him, so she sat there and stared at it. It was chubby and she stifled a giggle. "You just need confidence, and to show it to more people. The more you do it the better you'll feel." Pete continued to stare downwards and she wasn't sure if he had even heard her. He reached out and touched it with his finger and it flopped over onto it's other side, which made Connie really have to fight the giggles. This time Pete noticed, and she defended herself as she began to chuckle. "I swear it's not you, it's how it flops around..." And with that she started laughing again. Pete felt hurt at first, but then he began to laugh too, and as he did his penis jiggled about, making Connie laugh more. "Oh my God, I swear it's the funniest thing, and look, it got bigger, see? Confidence!" She was right, it had – marginally – gotten a little bigger. The wrinkles had smoothed out from the sides and it laid properly over his testicles without pointing into the air like it had before. Pete had relaxed and everything was at the normal resting size. "But is it too small?" He asked. No, it looks fine, and besides which, I'm sure it gets bigger still." It did, he knew that, and usually when he watched his favorite, Marianne, though at the moment he wasn't feeling like it could ever grow properly under such conditions, what with another person in the room. Size wasn't his only fear though. "But what if I can't...you know, when I need to." His penis started to wrinkle again as he thought about it. Connie noticed it too. She felt a flash of adrenaline and became aware of a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Is this who you usually watch when you...do stuff?" She asked, noticing him staring at the TV again. He nodded. "Show me." She said, and he looked at her, confused. "Consider it practice, to build your confidence." He kicked his pants down, and pinched the end of his soft cock between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it lightly but nothing happened. He wrapped his hand around it and massaged it with his fingers, then slipped his hand back and forth slowly, but it stayed soft, and he looked embarrassed. Connie tried to comfort him. "Relax or you'll never manage it. Tell me what you think about when you do it." He looked up at the screen and thought for a second and the images flashed past his eyes. "Her boobs mostly, they're amazing. I think about them being right in front of my face, and sucking her nipples while she strokes me" He continued rubbing, but if it was getting any bigger he couldn't feel it, so he carried on his fantasy. "Then she lays down next to me and stretches her arms over her head and I stroke them and squeeze them and kiss her nipples." The warm feeling in Connie's stomach continued and she heard the excitement in his voice as he described his fantasy. "Have you honestly never seen any in real life?" Connie asked delicately, not wanting to upset him again. He shook his head and secretly felt any momentum drain away as the shame replaced it. Connie knelt up on the couch and crossed her arms around her body, then in one smooth lift, her t-shirt came off over her head as her arms straightened above her. Pete had stopped rubbing and was sitting still, staring as his sister straightened her long black hair. "You're gonna have to see a pair at some point, might as well be now. Do you know how to unhook a bra?" He shook his head, his startled face reminded Connie of a chimp and she giggled again. "This is a front-loader, just hook your fingers either side of the middle bit..." He wiped his sweating hands down his t-shirt and, with shaking hands, he pushed his index fingers inside the black bra next to the clasp, and pressed his thumbs against them. "Now," Connie continued, "push together slightly and lift apart. That works for the ones that fasten behind as well." It took him a couple of pulls, but eventually he found that the bra came loose. He didn't let go right away, just held the cups and looked into her eyes to see if this was going to be some horrific joke at his expense. Connie smiled at him, no doubt sensing his fears. "Go on, open it." He did, slowly. He felt his breath come in short bursts and thought that he felt little prickles of sweat form on his forehead as he watched from what seemed like the other side of the room as a thin sliver of her honey colored skin opened up. He watched as the lower curves of her breasts appeared and noticed how her skin darkened ever so slightly around these areas. Then, her nipples came into view, they were soft and dark browny-pink in color and looked to him much better than the ones on TV, even Marianne's nipples, which he felt he loved dearly. He lowered his arms and massaged the fabric of the bra with his thumb as he stared at Connie's beautiful breasts. This was way better than he had imagined. "You like?" Connie asked, and he nodded in reply. "Anything happening down there?" He sat with his back against the arm of the couch and regarded his penis. It had shrunk again and sat wrinkled and buried. Connie took his left hand and placed it over her right breast, and Pete could feel her soft nipple under the hot palm of his hand. He stroked it gently with his fingers and as it started to harden so did he. Connie watched as his soft little cock grew slowly at first, and then as he gently played with it it stood up on end and looked much larger than before. It was still fairly small, but she didn't mention it, just smiled at him as he took it in his right hand again and rubbed it slowly. She sat back and watched him as he opened his legs and stroked himself. His balls jiggled around and Connie smiled. In truth this was the first time she had seen a penis in real life too, aside from on the internet, and that time she and a group of friends had gone to a nudist beach as a joke, only to flee when a naked old guy with an enormous Johnson tried to hit on them. She had certainly never watched anybody masturbate in real life before, and she thought it looked quite pleasant. Pete stretched his legs out either side of Connie, who was still kneeling and watching him. His eyes moved from breast to breast, then up to her eyes and lips, then back to the breasts again. "What are you thinking about?" She asked. "Sucking your nipples." He said, his courage had risen as quickly as his cock had. "Your lips around my hard cock, sucking me and licking my balls." Connie laughed to herself, he was talking like the guys on the chat sites she went on sometimes. Those guys always had huge cocks, but Pete's wasn't as large and angry as theirs were. Pete's cock looked like a cute little cartoon. She sucked her tongue and leaned forward, then pushed a little drop of spit out between her lips and watched as it dropped and landed on the tip of his cock, then ran down the side. He moaned and rubbed it in with his hand as he went back to staring at her breasts. 'Might as well do something', she thought to herself, and she started pinching her nipples between her fingers and rolling them around until they stood rigid and a tingling feeling made her breasts feel hot to touch. She leaned over and picked Pete's hand up and placed it over her breast again. "Feel how hot it is..." He moaned again and took his hand away from his cock and placed it over her other breast. His thumbs flicked her nipples and she liked how it felt and told him so. His cock stood firm, twitching rhythmically but not going softer. "Rub it for me." He said and took his hand away, leaving his wet cock standing there. "Ew, no way." They both stared at it, but as it began to get soft again, Connie reached out and took it in her hand. She gave it a gentle squeeze and she felt it harden in her hand, and she noticed that it wasn't much longer than her hand was wide, maybe half as long again at most. She stroked it slowly as he ran his hand lightly over her breasts. She found that she was able to stroke all the way from his soft balls all the way to the tip and back, and he moaned in appreciation. She leaned in and pressed her nipple against his lips, he opened his mouth and sucked it inside and licked the rigid point with his tongue. It felt hotter than it had in had in his hand, but felt nice against his lips. He cupped the other breast and then rested his hand on the inside of her leg, just above the knee. Connie warned him a little. "Don't go too high, we can't do that..." He hummed to say okay and the vibrations felt good to her. She was getting the hang of it she thought, his cock was warm and hard in her hand and he showed no signs of softening at all. She liked how his lips felt and he loved her breasts pushing against his face, and the two were so involved that they didn't hear the knocking on the door, they didn't hear the door handle being tried and the door opening, and they didn't hear the footsteps coming down the hall. The first they knew of it was when the door of the lounge started to open. They both jumped up and when the door was fully open they were both standing stock still, Pete bottomless with his penis shrinking rapidly, and Connie topless with her nipples even firmer than they had been before. "What the fuuuuuuuck were you two doing?" It was Laura, Connie's best friend. The expression on her face was a mixture of glee that she had finally caught Little Miss Perfect doing something bad, and confusion that she had caught her doing it with her brother. Her annoying brother, more to the point. The brother who had spent the previous summer following them and their friends around Connie's house staring at their bodies in their bikinis, the brother who had tried to burst in on them naked while they were changing so many times that she had lost count. The brother who she was sure had stolen her panties the last time she had slept over. She shuddered to think what he had done with them. Or to them. "Seriously though, what are you two doing?" It suddenly dawned on her that she was looking at Pete's little penis, and with a laugh she spluttered, "Pete, is that the nine inches you promised me?" Pete looked ashamed and diverted his eyes downwards and Connie felt angry. "Don't be so cruel, okay?" She said, and in an attempt to explain what they had been doing she added, "He's sensitive about it. I was showing him that it doesn't matter...showing him that confidence..." she trailed off. Pete slumped back onto the couch and Laura noted the look in his eye, suddenly she felt bad for the kid. He was so funny-looking that she doubted he would ever get to show it to another girl. "I'm sorry, okay. Pete?" He nodded but didn't look up. "But this?" She directed it towards Connie, who shrugged and looked more than a little ashamed herself. "We didn't..." Connie said, "...we just...touched, that's all. I wasn't going to..." Pete looked at Connie and then dropped his eyes again. Laura got the impression that he was very disappointed to hear it, and she felt a pang of guilt. "I'll go, and I promise I won't tell anyone. If you guys want to continue..." Connie was shaking her head, and besides that Pete's penis was small and wrinkled now and she very much doubted if he'd be able to continue. Connie bent down and picked up her t-shirt and tossed Pete his pants, and he had begun to pull them on when Laura spoke again. "Okay, I have an idea. Pete, I'm sorry for laughing at you, and I want to help you - not in that way – but if it helps you can leave your pants off for a while. If confidence is your problem then you should get used to girls seeing you naked. We're girls right?" Awakenings Pete nodded and Connie smiled at Laura. Laura had never let her down and she knew she wouldn't start now. The three of them sat on the couch and flipped through the channels again, out of the corner of her eye Laura looked at Pete's penis and noted that when he relaxed it looked better. When she pointed it out to him it shrank again. "Does it always do that?" She asked, and Pete nodded and blushed, and then she turned to Connie sitting in the middle. "So that's why you had your t-shirt off?" Connie nodded and the two girls made eye-contact briefly. Both felt the warm feeling in their stomachs. Pete had always had a thing for Laura. Even though she was constantly unkind and said nasty things to him, she was pretty and he couldn't help but imagine doing things to her. He loved her natural light blonde hair that she often wore in tight pigtails, and her green eyes tied his stomach in knots. Her light pink shapely lips made even the harshest insults sound sweet as they were kissed out into the world, which is why he liked to hang around all the time. Bad attention was still attention when it was from a gorgeous girl, he thought. Often, when he closed his eyes and tried to think about Marianne when she was on TV, Laura would pop into his head and replace her in his fantasies, or at least join in them. He thought about the time last summer when the girls had all had been wandering around the house in bikinis, Laura had stayed the night and he had seen her walking around in Connie's bathrobe, and she had bent down to pick up a dropped hair tie and the robe fell open slightly to reveal a glimpse of tender white skin framing a pink nipple. He hadn't got a very good look and to be honest filled the nipple detail in by himself five minutes later after locking himself in his bedroom and beating out a new fantasy, but he had read someplace that nipples and lips were often similar in color. Later that morning he also sneaked into Connie's bedroom and stole the panties Laura had left in the pile with her nightie, which he imagined she had slept in. And now here she was sitting two seats away from him, and she had seen his penis, the very same penis he had wrapped her panties around and massaged as her sweet smell lingered in his nostrils following a deep inhale with the panties over his face. He thought that today she looked as incredible as she smelled. Her voice snapped him back to reality. "Pete, would it help if Connie took her top off again?" Connie looked surprized and Pete nodded. "Laura, I..." Connie almost protested before, with a sigh, lifting her t-shirt back off, then added, "Now you then, Laur." "Ohh nooooooo!" Laura shook her head and waved her arms. "That's not what I..." Connie had grabbed the bottom of Laura's green t-shirt and lifted the front over her head while the back stayed down. The two girls laughed and Laura lifted it completely off, whipping her blonde pigtails around. "Oh God, I..." She stopped suddenly and stared at Pete. As he watched Laura's milky stomach come into view and her pink lace bra cupping her pert breasts, his penis had come alive and had grown into a firm erection. Connie thought it looked bigger than before. Secretly Pete thought it was his biggest ever but he didn't say anything. "Well, I think we just found out what Pete's into." Laura said with a smile. "How about you help me off with this. Do you know how to unhook a bra?" Pete felt a strange movement inside which he would later identify as confidence. He knew from unhooking Connie's how it was done, he just hoped that he didn't mess it up when so much was at stake. He nodded and Laura got up and sat between his legs facing away from him. His cock was an inch away from resting against the small of her back and he looked over her shapely shoulders and along her long white neck, and his eyes finally found the pink clasp, then moments later his fingers got there too. Connie smiled and winked at him as he unhooked the clasp like a pro, taking Laura a little by surprize with his speed, and she grabbed the cups against her breasts and laughed. "Oh wow, you're quick!" She leaned back as she laughed and Pete felt her soft skin touch his penis and then she laid completely back on top of him. It was slightly uncomfortable, but Pete enjoyed smelling her blonde hair as much as her warm body on top of his. "Slide your hands under the bra." He did and she pulled the bra off and tossed it, then stretched her arms over her head. Pete felt his excitement build as her soft breasts heaved under his hands, and he slid his hands down just enough to see her pink nipples, and they were exactly as he had imagined. Connie watched with amazement. She was amazed that Laura had gone so far in what she had originally believed to be a giant tease, and amazed that she was enjoying watching Laura as much as it appeared that Pete was. Pete's hands were barely covering Laura's breasts now, her light pink nipples escaped his fingers and to her further surprize, Connie found herself reaching out to touch them too. They felt soft and warm underneath her fingers, and the way Laura looked at her with her big green eyes sent Connie's stomach into flips. Laura's hand traced it's way up Connie's body and stroked the line of her breast softly, and Connie felt her nipple stiffen as Laura's fingers caught it and gently pinched it before releasing it again. Pete's hand followed and Connie allowed him to stroke her other breast. She thought it was amazing to have two people touching her at the same time, and she felt the excitement building inside her. She leaned forward and kissed Laura's lips, taking them all by surprize, but Laura reciprocated, taking Connie's lips against hers and gently sucking her tongue into her own mouth. Pete watched, amazed. He had his hands between both sets of breasts and their hard nipples rubbed over and under his hands at the same time. His sister's full light brown lips pressed against Laura's light pink lips and he thought it was fantastic. He could feel his erection in Laura's back and he rubbed it against her as much as he could. Laura could feel it too and she thought it was cute that Pete was enjoying it. Connie's lips were full and soft and she stroked her face with her hands and ran her fingers into her soft black hair and pulled her closer, flicking her tongue against Connie's own and sucking her lips. She had been fantasizing about Connie ever since they met but had never had the courage to do anything about it until this rather unusual opportunity had presented itself. Connie sucked the front and sides of Laura's neck, and Pete pressed his lips against the back. Connie's lips touched Pete's slightly when they both went for the same spot, but neither complained, just kept kissing. When Pete's tongue found it's way against Connie's lips she opened her mouth and let it slip inside, their lips meeting properly for the first time. After a while, Laura felt herself slipping off of the couch and had to stand up and move to the seat next to Pete. Pete's erect cock stayed firm and he stroked it while looking between the two girls. It definitely looked larger, but still probably slightly small. Laura smiled at him and he attempted a smile back which made her laugh. He was definitely funny looking, but cute she thought. She lifted his t-shirt over his head and pinched his nipples, causing him to yelp slightly and giggle. "Stand up Pete, let us get a good look at you." She said, and reluctantly, Pete stood up while the two girls sat back on the couch. He pushed his cock out as far as he could manage and hoped that it was enough. Laura smiled and a devilish glint flashed across her green eyes. "Come closer, let me see it properly." He moved closer and she leaned forward. Pete felt nervous and exposed standing in front of her like that, but he thought it was worth it when her gorgeous pink lips pushed up underneath his cock. She just let it rest there, his balls on her chin and his cock over her lips and cheek. She poked her tongue out and licked her lips, catching his cock a little too, and he desperately fought to remain composed. Connie noticed and reached out and flicked one of Laura's blonde pigtails against his inside leg and over his testicles, and he had to take a deep breath and hold it until the urge to orgasm passed. Laura opened her mouth a little and closed her lips around the underside of his cock and she nibbled him gently, causing him to moan and almost pull her head away before he stopped himself. She nibbled along his short length and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, then let it pop back out as he tensed his muscle. With her mouth open and her tongue out, Pete pushed his cock into her mouth and she closed her lips around it and sucked gently, slipping her soft tongue over it. Connie dropped Laura's pigtail and went back to holding her breasts. Laura's free hand slipped between Connie's legs and massaged her firmly, and it felt good. As she watched Pete's cock slip into Laura's mouth, she leaned back and guided her friend's hand underneath her jeans and into her panties. Laura had thought about it for many years and it felt even better than it did in her mind. She could feel a fine line of hair under her palm and soft warm skin under and around her fingers, and as she slipped her fingers inside, Connie's wetness surrounded her and became spread all over her soft pussy. Laura slipped her hand out and looked at her wet fingers. "Take them off..." She said and Connie leaned back to unbutton her jeans. Pete stood there watching this and felt that at any moment he was going to lose it and ejaculate. He desperately wanted to hang on longer so thought about all kinds of stuff to put the feeling to the back of his mind, but when he saw Connie slip off her jeans his attention was entirely back on the business at hand again. Connie wore white panties, which she probably put on without even considering the mismatch with the black bra she removed earlier, but it struck Pete that when she got dressed that morning she had no idea they would be seen by anybody. Pete liked the white panties anyway, and in particular the wet spot between her legs. Connie pushed her legs together and lifted them up, and slid the white panties over her golden skin and up over her feet, then tossed them. As she lowered her legs back down, she opened them and Pete saw her pussy for the first time. It was deep honey and slightly pinkish and above it was a tidy patch of jet black hair. He noticed that she was slightly wet and he wondered if she was fighting an orgasm like he was. Laura stopped and turned around, she had seen Connie naked lots of times, but never had she looked as great as she did laying on the couch with her legs open like that. She teased the black hair with her fingers and touched her soft pussy gently, feeling it's warmth and catching a little of Connie's juice on her finger, which she then licked off. She wanted more, and leaned in to taste her properly while Pete watched. She placed gentle kisses on the insides of Connie's legs, then on the soft, fleshy outer parts either side of her pussy, then licked her slowly with the tip of her tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top of her clit. Connie moaned and their eyes met. With their gaze locked, Laura licked long and slow with her entire tongue firmly over Connie's pussy, taking her juice and spreading it all over. Connie thought Laura's green eyes sparkled as she looked into them, and Laura thought the same about Connie's dark brown eyes. Pete watched and thought both girls looked amazing. He stroked himself as Laura pushed her pink tongue into his sister's pussy, and he hoped that he would get to do the same to Laura soon. His eyes met Connie's and both realized that they shared a need to do the same thing, so with a nervy but brave feeling in the pit of his stomach, Pete sat on the far seat and, reaching around her waist, began to slip Laura's jeans down. Laura didn't protest, in fact she reached down and opened her buttons and lifted her knees one at a time so he could get her trousers off easily. She was busy tasting Connie's pussy to worry about what Pete was doing in any great detail. Connie tasted amazing and was extremely wet, Laura's face was covered and she loved it and spread it all over. She pushed her fingers inside and felt how tight and hot Connie was before pulling her fingers out and pushing her tongue inside, drawing more juice out and swallowing it. She felt Pete fumbling with her panties and she opened her legs to make it easier for him to slip down, which he eventually did. Pete found himself holding a pair of Laura's fresh panties, and he took a deep smell before hiding them behind the couch for later. He took a breath to steady his nerves and then looked at Laura's pussy. It was very pink and she clearly waxed all of her hair off because it was completely smooth. Pete touched it gently and moved his finger in circles, tracing the line of pink skin. To be honest he really wasn't sure what he should be doing, so he just copied what Laura was doing to Connie. He pressed his tongue against her and was surprized by how warm she felt against his lips and tongue, and he gently opened her lips and licked around inside her a little before kissing her clit. He thought he heard her moan so he carried on, sucking her clit softly and pushing his tongue into her in the same way she had done to Connie. Laura sat up and leaned back and opened her legs. Connie and Pete looked at each other as if unsure of who got to go first, sensing this, Laura made a suggestion. "Both together." They did. It felt a little awkward at first, but Pete flicked his tongue over Laura's clit as Connie licked along and inside her. Their tongues met but they didn't stop, just shared the juices with each other, and when Connie spit a little over Laura's clit, Pete licked it into his mouth with the rest. Laura moaned and her fingers massaged her clit, and she opened her pussy and allowed Pete and Connie's tongues to slide deep inside her together. Her pussy was now red and covered in slippery juice, and Pete loved it. It looked better than anything he had ever seen on the internet. Connie's lips were full and soft and he started to enjoy feeling them against his own full lips, and the two shared several kisses in between licking and kissing Laura. Laura called Connie up to her lips where they shared the juice, and Pete sat back and watched as the two girl's pussies pressed together, golden honey against red-pink, their juices mixing like it did in their mouths too. Pete decided to carry on. He slipped his tongue between the two and felt both pressing together. He slipped his tongue into Laura, and then slid it up, out over her firm clit and then over his sister's, then pushed deep inside her too. Connie tasted as amazing as Laura did, and the more he pushed his tongue into he the more juice he felt run down his face and neck. The girls pressed their pussies tight against each other and rubbed their clits back and forth. Pete pressed his face in as best he could but there was very little room between the two, so for the most part he just watched, at least until Connie sat up and the pair locked legs and began to grind into each other. Pete moved to get a better look from above, and was surprized to find Connie's hand around his cock instead of his own. She slowly massaged him, pressing her hand into the base of it and then smoothly stroking all the way over the tip and back down again. The juice on her hand made his cock slippery and she started to stroke faster as she sped up her hip movements. Pete moved a little closer and Laura's hand took over. Connie's eyes were closed and her luscious, full light brown lips were parted slightly as she moaned and moved, and Pete felt Laura's hand pull him forward towards them, and he couldn't stop himself. Connie opened her eyes, slightly surprized, but didn't try to stop it. She made eye-contact and let his cock slide into her mouth. Her lips closed around his hard cock and she pushed her head down until his cock disappeared entirely into her mouth, and as she sucked and pulled her head back again, he pushed his fingers into her hair and slowed her down so he could enjoy the feeling. Laura watched as Pete's cock disappeared into Connie's mouth. She knew it was wrong but it felt so naughty and she loved watching it. Connie had delicious full lips and she had wanted Pete to experience them too. She wanted Pete to experience things fully now, both with herself and with Connie, even if he was her brother, Laura thought that it made everything extra special. Laura sat up and placed her open lips over Pete's cock against Connie's lips, and they shared him as he slipped between the two mouths, from Connie's to Laura's and then back again. She still pressed her pussy against Connie and she enjoyed how their clits had felt rubbing over one another. This was something she had fantasized about doing but wasn't sure it would feel so good. She was thrilled that it did and she felt as if she wanted the two of them to orgasm like that and feel each other's sensitive parts as they pressed together and squirted their juices into each other. But before that she wanted to try something else. Connie felt Laura push her back slightly and leaned back until she was laying on the couch. The couch felt wet under her back but she didn't worry about it. Laura continued to press her pussy against her, but had Pete go to the back and push his penis between their pussies. Their soft lips pressed together around him as he pushed between and she could feel his balls pressing against her and thought they felt soft and funny. She pulled Laura's face down by her pigtails and kissed her again. Pete slipped his cock between the two pussies and it felt like he was in heaven. He knew he didn't have much longer but wanted to last as long as he could. He moved slowly and savored each thrust, the way the tip of his cock pushed past the two firm clitorises, and how inviting the thought of sliding into both girls seemed. Maybe they wouldn't notice? He might get away with it if he went slowly... Laura felt his cock press upwards against her pussy, and she looked behind and smiled at him. He pressed it in and closed his eyes as he slipped in very slowly until he was pressing against her. It felt more amazing than he could ever have imagined and he leaned forward and kissed her on the shoulder. Connie felt Laura smile against her lips and knew what Pete had done, and part of her was proud of him in a funny way. Connie could feel Pete's legs moving rhythmically and felt his balls pressing against her pussy, and she reached down and massaged Laura's clit, wanting to give her as good and orgasm as she could, but Laura wasn't ready yet. Neither was Pete. Pete reached down and stroked Laura's clit and felt his cock slipping inside her. He still couldn't really believe what was happening and it took him touching his own balls as they pressed against her pussy to bring it home that he was having sex with Laura and his sister at the same time. He was feeling very brave now, and he finally decided that he was ready, but he wanted to make it special, so he pulled out of Laura and, after placing the tip of his cock against Connie's warm brown pussy, pushed inside her. Connie wasn't sure they should be doing this, but Laura's lips stopped her from saying anything. Pete's cock felt nice even if it was small, and she found herself getting used to it, enjoying it in fact. Laura whispered to her, "Wait for me." and then she lifted herself off and watched as Pete leaned forward and placed his lips around Connie's nipple. He sucked as he pushed into her rhythmically and Connie wrapped her legs around her brother and pulled him tight against her. Finally he raised his head and moaned as he ejaculated inside her, his entire body stiffened for several seconds and then he relaxed on top of her, and buried his face in her black hair. Awakenings The two thought he had fallen asleep for a second until Laura tapped him on the ass, then he kneeled up and his cock, covered with his own white cum hung limp in front of him. Laura kissed him on the lips and then as he stood up, sucked his soft cock into her mouth again and twirled her tongue around it. Without getting an erection he managed another tiny load, then sat on another chair curiously, to watch them finish. He thought it was amazing. Laura and Connie thought it spectacular. They locked legs once again and pressed their pussies together and shared a tender, gentle kiss, loving and soft, probing each other's mouths with their tongues and feeling their breasts touching, nipples firm and massaging against each other, brown on pink. As they moved, each felt the other's pussy, their clits rubbing firmly together and their juices mixing, making the sliding against each other easy. Their eyes met, brown, green, both deep pools of clear, sparkling energy and their lips touched, kisses stolen as their hips moved in unison. They felt themselves open up and come closer together, their pussy lips parting and sliding until they were lined up perfectly and their clits touched, then Laura began to climax first. She gently bit Connie's full bottom lip and Connie sucked Laura's top lip into her mouth. She could feel herself getting near too. Laura pressed her face against Connie's soft neck and Connie wrapped her arms around her as she moaned and shook. Her pussy was so wet and as Laura shuddered, Connie felt a warm sensation as the juice filled her pussy and made the top of her legs feel wet. She too began to feel the powerful orgasm and she pulled Laura's hips tight against hers and, arching her hips and pulling open Laura's pussy, squirted her own juice mixed with Pete's inside with a loud moan. The two girls looked at each other and then shared a kiss. Pete ventured over and joined in the kiss, and as three sets of lips touched they each believed that this was the beginning of something new and exciting. Awakenings Although stylized for entertainment value, the first part of this story is based on actual events. I'd like to thank Horrorotica for editing an early draft of this story. Any errors in grammar, syntax, characterization or plotting that remain are clearly the fault of the author, and no other. ** After twenty-five years of marriage, things were stirring and boiling...awakening between Shannon and me. New and wonderful things that neither of us would have guessed existed, were suddenly becoming self-evident as they percolated to the surface of our relationship. Long story short, I find it ironic that the discovery of a great truth in our lives was initially brought on by the tiniest of white lies. ******** It's late. Tired and thinking about going to bed, I was feeling the effects of a long day. Unfortunately, she's doing that foot kicking thing, which means, to paraphrase Robert Frost, 'I had miles to go before I sleep.' She, is my wife Shannon. We've been married for over twenty years, and I've come to know most of her idiosyncrasies. The foot kicking was one of her more irritating quirks. Whenever Shannon was mad or anxious about one thing or another, she would sit in a huff with arms folded across her chest, cross a leg at the knee, and then swing her foot it in small arcs. It always looked as though she was kicking some imaginary foe in the ass. By the look of things, she was pissed in the extreme. Her leg pivoted like a metronome keeping prestissimo tempo—rapidly kicking someone's behind. By her silence, I knew it was my ass she was kicking. I just didn't know why. "Okay, what's wrong?" My words acted like a Starter's gun, sending her mouth at full sprint, "You're writing again, aren't you? Porn! You're writing porn again, aren't you? Just admit it. I want to hear you say that you're writing porn...and not for me." "What makes you think that?" She got off her chair and stopped kicking my imaginary ass long enough to hand me something she printed off our computer. I recognized what it was, immediately. I've always been writing erotic stories for Shannon. I was out of town a lot due to my job, and I'd spend my evenings writing her stories. I liked to write, and I liked writing erotic fiction. However, when I found this site, I began posting my stories for a wider readership. I still wrote her personal ones, but I also posted others she didn't know about. I enjoy having others read what I'd written, and I got a lot of nice compliments from readers, which fueled my ego. Some readers even requested I write a personalized story patterned just for them. More than flattered by the request, I agreed. The paper Shannon handed me is a set of questions I had fashioned for the reader. The answers to which, I would incorporate into their story, making it more personal for them. Obviously, the questions were very explicit and targeted for specific responses. I thought I had deleted the file after sending it to the reader, but somehow a copy was saved, and Shannon found it. The fact that she found out I was posting my stories to the general public didn't bother me that much. However, there were good reasons I kept it a secret from her, as I'll explain later. What did bother me was that embedded in the series of questions I sent to the reader, was the specific name of this website and my user name. I hope she didn't go too far in her investigation. "Okay, yes, I'm writing. I like to write. You know that." "Yes I do, so why did you keep this a secret from me?" "I wasn't sure how you'd take it that I was writing erotic stories for other people to read. I didn't want you to freak out." "Keeping secrets from me freaks me out." Pointing to the paper I still held, she asked, "Like that. What's that, then?" "I'm not having an affair, online or otherwise, if that's what you're worried about. A guy asked me to write him a story involving him and his wife. I asked him questions so that I could better pattern the story for him. That's it." "I don't like you keeping secrets. Plus, if you have to write, why can't you just write romance novels?" "Because, I don't like romance novels, I find them boring. I like writing erotic..." "Porn!" she corrected. "Whatever Shannon, I like writing it. Besides, I never heard you complain about it before. So I'm going to keep writing erotica, or porn, or whatever it is you want to call it. Writing gives me something to do at night other than channel surf when I'm on the road." "If you want something to do, why don't you read instead?" "Because I'd rather write the stories, than read them." She knew I was telling the truth. Hoping I quelled her anxiety and that I could go to bed without her braining me with a club as I slept, I asked, "We good?" She pursed her lips at my question, scrunching them up as if she just bit into something bitter. Then she snapped, "Not really. I can't keep you from writing, but I read your stories. All of them..." She hesitated for a moment, before finishing her thought, "Please tell me the truth...a-are you gay?" I guess she did investigate further. Now we come to the central reason I kept some of my writing a secret from her. I am bisexual by nature. I've known this ever since I took a camping trip with two friends in high school. When I met and fell in love with Shannon, knowing that she was the person I wanted to marry, I felt it necessary to tell her about my nature and about my past. To say she freaked was an understatement. For a week after I told her, she wouldn't see me or return my calls. I finally confronted her outside her apartment building as she came home from work one day. There, on her front stoop, we talked for hours, and I was able to lessen her fears. Mostly, I reconfirmed my bisexuality to her, but prefaced my declaration by making it clear I was also monogamous by nature. Once I commit my love and devotion to a person, I always honor that commitment. We ended our talk by making love for the rest of the evening in her apartment. We were married two months later. Just like that, I went from being a practicing into a nonpracticing bisexual with those two little words: I do. I didn't mind. Not only did I love Shannon deeply, and still do, but our times making love were the singular, most wonderful moments in our marriage. As such, I didn't miss that other aspect of my life. Yes, I still had homoerotic fantasies, and I committed some of my youthful exploits to digital paper and posted to this website, but that was all. However, given her previous reaction, I kept my story postings, particularly those dealing even remotely with my bisexuality, a secret from her. Are you gay? she asked, directly and with the tenor of surprise. I thought it an odd question given what she knew about me. "What do you mean?" "You're writing about...you know...gay stuff." "I thought we settled this a long time ago. You know I'm bisexual, and even though I've never been with anyone else since we've married, I still have fantasies about it. So, I adapted some things that happened to me before we met, and posted them for others to read. It helps me to quell some of my feelings when I write about it." Shannon gave me an odd look, one combining confusion and hurt. Now we come to the strangest part of our discussion. She blurted out, angrily, "What are you talking about? This is news to me. When did we ever settle that you liked guys? I mean, you even admit it on your personal page. Bisexual, right? When were you going to tell me?" Now, it was my turn to stare back at her in confusion. Finally, I said, "What do you mean, 'What are you talking about?' We've talked about all of this before we got married. I told you about what I'd done before we met, about Mike and Danny, and Carl and Mary. I thought I made my past and sexual nature clear to you. Don't you remember your freak-out when you said you didn't think you could trust me not to slide back being gay? You wouldn't talk to me for a week." "I-I thought you said all that stuff happened when you were a kid...you know...playing doctor with the neighborhood boys. I don't remember you saying it happened when you were older." What she said is the strangest thing I had ever heard. I don't know the clinical term, except to call it a form of Repressed Memory, but Shannon had literally blocked from her mind most of what I had told her about my sexuality. Somehow, she transferred those events deeper into my past, making them harmless exercises. Little boys satisfying their sexual curiosity by playing, 'you show me yours.' I guess it was her way of dealing with a troubling issue, because she loved me and wanted to marry me. Changing my past history allowed her to move forward with me as she wanted. It took me the better part of an hour to convince her she had her facts wrong. I think what astonished her most was that I could remain celibate about the other half of my bisexuality throughout our marriage. Shannon asked, "So you haven't been with a guy the whole time we've been married?" "Is that so hard to believe? I haven't been with another woman since we've been married, either." "That's different." "Maybe, but I've enjoyed having sex with both men and women. Why should it be harder for me to stop having sex with men, but not with other women? I've just as many harmless sexual fantasies involving some of your saucy girlfriends as I do involving their husbands, and usually they involve both." She finally started lightening up, and said with a weak laugh, "Oh, don't say that. Now I'll be wondering who you've got the hots for when I see our friends." "The point I'm trying to make, is that like everyone in the world, I have fantasies. Mine may involve both sexes, but I would never act on either of them because I love you. I'm committed to you and our marriage, and would never do anything that would cause you pain and embarrassment. More importantly, my life with you has been every bit of wonderful, sexually and personally. Not once have I regretted marrying you, or felt I cheated myself out of something in life." She asked, sweetly, "No regrets? Not one?" Kissing her, I said, laughingly, "Well, I may have regretted that time I let your mother stay with us for a week, but that's it." "Don't say that. Mom wasn't that bad." When she gave me her patented Shannon smile, giggling before returning my kiss, I knew I had relieved her fears. Holding her tight, I asked, "Are we good, now?" She returned my hug, nodding her head in response. "You understand that I'm the same person I was before you found out. I'm no different." Another silent head nod as she continued to hold me tight. "I'm sorry for hiding my stories from you. So that there won't be any more secrets between us, would you like to read my stories before I post them?" Shannon nodded her head, again. I can tell something else is wrong, but she's reluctant to say what. Her continual silence is unusual, especially after a resolution like we had. "What is it now, Shannon? I thought we settled things." She surprised me by pushing away. Standing stiffly, she stared down at the floor as she balled her hands absentmindedly into fists. It's her usual default mode when she's too embarrassed or anxious to reveal something of herself. "Shannon...sweetheart...there's nothing we can't solve if we work together. If you still have a problem with my bisexuality, then say so. Didn't we just agree; no secrets. Let's get it out in the open so we can..." "It turned me on!" she blurted. I stared at her, while having a, What the fuck is this? moment. I finally responded, "My stories about..." "Yes." Now I'm pissed, and said, angrily, "Then why did you just put me through the wringer, giving me the third-degree, 'Guantanamo butt probe' about whether I'm writing in secret, and whether I'm gay, and whether I'm whatever?" "I don't know. I guess I wanted to see if you'd lie to me about it. I felt hurt that you didn't tell me. Now that we got all that other stuff out of the way, all that's left is how it made me feel." "All this time, I'm thinking you've got some bug up your ass about anything gay. It's subject non grata with you, verboten. I really thought mentioning it again would send you into another apoplectic freak-out. So I never even considered broaching the subject..." Cutting off my diatribe, she apologized, "I'm so sorry about that. I really didn't remember what happened when you told me the first time. I really feel like a dumb fucking asshole for not remembering." "So how long has the idea of gay sex been turning you on?" She shrugged her shoulders before answering, "I don't know. I never really thought about it until I read your stories." I couldn't stay mad at her. Not over this. Moreover, it was difficult for me not to smile at the irony. O. Henry must be laughing his ass off from the grave. "There's no reason to be embarrassed or ashamed about it. A lot of women get turned on by imagining, reading...watching guys getting it on with each other. Shit, a lot of readers who favor my Gay Male stories are women. It's the same with guys. We like to watch women getting it on with each other." "I sorta', kinda' knew that. About guys watching girls, I mean. I just didn't think I would find two guys getting it on so hot, personally. And now that I realize those stories were about you, I'm really..." She paused for an agonizingly long moment. Then, staring at me hard, she finished her thought, "I want to watch!" "Watch what?" "You. I really want to watch you with another guy." I couldn't believe my ears. As I stared back at her, dumbfounded, my heart was doing backflips of joy, and if it could, it would be high-fiving my cock. I was half-way into wondering which of our male friends would let me go down on him in front of Shannon, when my cooler, more logical head finally kicked into gear. "Are you sure about this?" I heard my head ask. 'Of course she's sure, moron,' I felt my heart respond, 'Call Todd!' Shannon thought for a moment before answering, "Maybe...I think. I don't know. All I know is, I was pissed you were keeping your stories a secret. Then, as I read them again, I wasn't as much angry, as I was embarrassed and humiliated thinking that maybe I wasn't enough for you and I wasn't giving what you needed. By the fifth reading, all I could think about was you giving that Mike guy a blowjob in the tent." "Wow, you read them five times. I'm flattered." "Way more than that, I think." I smiled at her honesty, and asked, "Did you play with yourself?" She responded with a defensive, "Shut up!" then laughed out of obvious embarrassment. I smiled again at her honesty, and responded, "You understand, it will change some things in our marriage if we do this." "Maybe, and that's why I'm not sure." "Well, we should talk about this further before we charge head long into doing something about it. I'm curious, once I tickled your imagination with guy on guy fun, did you explore it further?" "What do you mean?" "Well, when I'm curious about something, the first thing I do is surf the Internet." "I don't like watching porn, you know that. There's no story, and after seeing endless close-ups of someone's junk in your face, it gets kinda' creepy. " "So you haven't actually watched a porn vid with two guys getting it on? Then how do you know you'll like seeing it live?" She thought for a moment, then said, "Well, I did get a feel for it from that show we used to watch, Spartacus. When they have two guys kissing and stuff. It kinda' turns me on." "Yeah, I always thought you got off seeing Crixus' junk," I teased. "Shut up! I bet you got off seeing Crixus' junk." "Not half as much as thinking about you watching as I went down on Crixus' junk." "Shut up!" she blurted, laughingly "Well, Spartacus doesn't go far enough. Right now it's still just a naughty indulgence in your head. Before we get too deep into talking about the who's, how's, and when's, maybe we should find out if you really want to watch uninhibited gay porn, especially with me as the star." Sitting her down in front of our computer, I called up a free, gay porn site I visited on occasion. Shannon noted the ease I had in calling up the website. "So, you committed the address to memory, huh? How long have you been coming here...and coming?" Now, I was embarrassed, and said in a mocking fashion, "Shut up!" After she finished laughing at my expense, I continued, "Take your time watching this stuff, and be honest with yourself. If this isn't a total turn-on, then we should just forget about it, okay. Better to find out now, instead of...well, you know...right when I'm about to get in the act. I'll wait for you in bed." "Wait! You're not going to watch them with me?" "Nope, it's getting late and I have to work tomorrow. Besides, I want you to watch them on your own so you'll be more comfortable. I know how you get when I'm watching you do stuff over your shoulder. If you know what I mean." "Shut up!" she said, laughingly. Before leaving her alone, I kissed her cheek and reconfirmed my thoughts to her, "Remember, be honest with yourself about it being a turn-on. I don't want you thinking you have to do this just for me. If you're not one-hundred percent sure, we won't go any further." I tried waiting up for her, but fell asleep, anyway. ******** Shannon woke me by throwing the covers back and sitting firmly in the middle of my back in reverse cowgirl fashion. Spanking my ass teasingly, I vaguely heard her say, "Wake up, sleepyhead." I was still groggy from sleep, but recognized that playful tone in her voice. The one she used when she was sexually aroused in the extreme. I played along, curious about where she wanted to take this, "It took you a long enough. I was wondering if you'd ever come to bed." Giggling, she slipped her hands beneath my underwear and began fondling my buttocks. "I'm sorry it took so long. Such wickedly nasty videos. Once I started watching, I couldn't stop. So many burly men like you, making love to each other. So many stiff pricks pushed in so many forbidden, manly places; more than enough to make a girl jealous. Then, I got an instant message from your boyfriend. After that, I completely lost track of time." Her fantasy mind's working in overdrive, and quickly pulled me in as well. I was already hard listening to her, and continued to play along, "What did he say? He hasn't talked to me in weeks." "He says he missed you, and all those little trysts of yours behind my back. You're such a horny bad boy, keeping me from finding out about your boyfriend, and what you two do together. He wants me to tell you he really misses you sucking on his hard prick. But most of all, he really misses fucking your tight, little tushy." Sliding my briefs down around my thighs, she spanked my bare ass as punctuation. "Yeah, sounds like him. He always was an ass man...and a blabbermouth." "More than that, he has such a nice, hard dick. No wonder you love sucking on him." "Oh? So you've seen it. He's always been an exhibitionist, but I never knew you were such a voyeur." "You have no idea, but we're about to find out. I invited him over and he's with us now." She began kissing the small of my back while running one of her dildos along the cleft of my buttocks. What really surprised me about our interchange was that I've never known her to be this mischievously frisky in bed, nor this aggressive. She always showed a bit of reserved shyness when it came to sex, particularly when talking about sex, never getting too crude or vulgar. Now, however, she was assuming a dominant, yet playful tone, in both manner and voice that was driving me to the heights of arousal. Awakenings I could barely contain my excitement, as I rasped out, hoarsely, "Talk about 'behind my back,' just what are you two doing back there?" "You'll see, now lift your legs up so that I can get your undies all the way off." After sliding my boxer-briefs off, she spanked my ass again, and commanded gently, "Time to get your hard tushy up, so lover can play." Shannon didn't have to ask twice, as I got up on my knees without hesitation. Shannon was lifted up along with my ass, as she had laid her chest on my back, and continued to kiss and lick me around the top of my buttocks. Squeezing and kneading each cheek with a hand, she commented, breathlessly, "Ooh, such a tight little tushy. Your lover missed your tight little tushy. Did you miss lover's hard prick sliding into your tight little tushy?" I didn't answer her. She had me burning with such total desire for her. I couldn't stay passive, taking her sensual teases without doing something. Trying to shift around so that I could sink my face into her warm pussy, she spanked me very hard, stopping me. Then in a tone of amusement mixed with false anger, she said, "Don't move again, or I'll really spank that tight ass of yours. Your lover told me he likes to fuck you doggy, and doggy is how I what to watch." "Jesus, when did you get to be such an alpha-girl Dom? Maybe I should get you a pair of knee-highs and a whip." "I'm sorry," she said, her voice full or concern, "Too much?" The old Shannon was back momentarily, afraid she had overplayed her fantasy. "Are you kidding? No! It's just different and unexpected. If I could, I'd kiss you." Frisky, alpha-girl Dom Shannon responded, "No, no, no, we can't keep lover waiting. You can kiss me after." "After what?" I teased. "After I watch him have his way with you, silly." I felt her tickling my perineum with the tip of her dildo, sending sweet tingles throughout my groin. "Oops, there's his dick," she said, sweetly, "He's such a naughty tease with his oh, so hard dick." Shannon traced the tip of the dildo all around my groin, and then shifted her attention lower by running it all along my testicles. Seeing the effect it had on me as my balls tightened, Shannon giggled. "It looks so hot watching him tease you with his dick, and he so much wants to fuck you. He's begging me for permission with his bedroom eyes to fuck you." Jesus, she had me on fire with all of her slutty Dom banter. There was one thing she always avoided saying, and I wanted her to say it now, "Shannon, call it a cock, baby. I want to hear you call it a cock." "You want me to call it a cock?" "Yes. I like the way it rolls off your tongue when you say it." "You like it when your cock rolls off my tongue?" she teased. "That too." "Okay. I'll ask again, do you want your lover's very hard cock in your very tight ass?" "Yes!" "How far up your ass do you want his very hard cock?" She was killing me with her teasing, as I stuttered from absolute arousal, "J-Jesus, tell him to stick it all the way in!" She stopped her tease with the dildo for a minute to squirt some lube in and around my ass. When I felt the first, subtle prod of the dildo against my asshole, she teased me again, "Say please." I answered, laughingly, "Please...be using the normal-sized dildo." Shannon laughed. I'm sure a heavy refrain of, 'Turnabout is fair play,' is running though her mind, now. Getting revenge for all those times I did her through the backdoor. She eased it into me, slowly and gently. Then cooed softly when she had finally inserted the dildo into me as far as it could go. As for me, I'd fallen deeper into a sexual fog of bliss with each passing inch it was inserted, and let out one, low moan when it was fully in. She didn't pump the dildo at first. Instead, she just held it fully within me with a firm hand, while gently shifting it about. Shannon said, softly, "Ooh, is he doing a little cock flex for you? Is he flexing those fat cock muscles, making it all tingly inside? Oh, yes he is, just like the ones you do to me." After her teasing words, I felt her other hand slip along my abdomen right before she cupped my balls in her palm. Running a finger or two around my perineum, she continued to jiggle the dildo. I just about came with that little technique. "Ooh, my baby's so nice and hard. Come, lover boy, fuck your lover's ass, for me. Slow and gentle like a good lover." Shannon slowly slid the dildo within my ass. Immediately, I felt that sweet, tingling sensation of pleasure growing deep within me. A pleasure I had only experienced in my bachelor days. This time, however, it was made even more intense because it was my sweet wife, the newly crafted voyeur Dom, imparting the bliss. Even more than the physical feeling of ecstasy centered in my ass, there's an emotional force working within me that's far greater. I could tell she was totally turned on in the extreme by what she was doing to me. I heard her arousal in the way her breath quickened each time she plunged the phallus deeper into me, and felt it against my back as warm moisture seeped from her groin and through her panties. There could be no more doubt, if there ever was any. She had totally accepted my nature, and diving head long into it, swam gleefully about its warm waters. Her palm soon gave way to her fingers, tips and nails, as they continued to dance and stroke me lovingly; tracing all around my tightening balls. Kissing me sweetly on my buttock, she breathed, "They're so tight and full. Lover must be fucking you well. It's time to fuck him harder, lover." Immediately, I felt my arousal screaming toward climax as Shannon pumped the dildo at an ever-increasing rate. She would also mix up her technique, further driving me into a sexual fog of forgetfulness, when, at times, she'd push the dildo all the way in, very hard and very rapid. Then, while fully inserted, she'd jiggle the phallus about, pressing the tip hard against my anal walls and prostate before renewing the same constant pumping rhythm as before. The act forced pre-ejaculate fluid to emerge from my cock as steady stream. Shannon giggled, while saying, "You like it when your boyfriend tickles your insides, don't you? I can tell, you're dripping all over my arm." She kept teasing me with her words, as she slowly slid her hand further down and along my shaft. Shannon pumped the dildo even faster, while saying, "That's right lover, fuck his ass hard and fast. Fuck it! Fuck it! Oh my, I think your lover is going to come. Do you want him to come deep in your ass?" My mind was in such a fog I didn't hear her. She pulled the dildo fully out of my ass, and said with mock harshness, "Lover's not fucking you anymore until you answer. Do you want him to come deep in your ass?" "Fuck yes!" I almost screamed. She renewed the rapid thrusting with the dildo, while she ringed the shaft of my cock between her thumb and fingers. I added my own hip thrust as she pumped the dildo, trying to push my cockhead through her caressing hand to make myself come. Shannon knew what I was trying to do, and kept pulling her hand away teasingly, while saying, "That's right, fuck my hand while your lover fucks your ass. Come on baby, fuck it harder. Picture it as my pussy. That's right, fuck my pussy while your boyfriend fucks you." When I really started thrusting my hips, Shannon pushed the dildo all the way into my ass and held it in place. "Do you feel it, honey? Your lover's pumping all his hot come deep in your ass. Now, fill my pussy with yours!" She tightened the ring around my sliding cock... I had rarely experienced an orgasm as intense and long lasting as that. Much of it shot well forward, hitting me about the chest, and even along my neck and under my chin. As I slumped down on the bed, Shannon went to the bathroom to clean the mess off her arm. Above the running faucet, I heard her ask, "Is it always this much when you get...you know...fucked there?" I answered breathlessly, and still slightly dazed, "Sometimes. You doing the fucking added to it. So, I take it that perusing the gay websites wasn't a total turnoff for you." Climbing back into bed with a wet washcloth, she wiped the cum from my neck and chest, before responding, "A bit raw and formalistic." "Welcome to porn." "As you can tell, I really liked the butt fucking vids. Thinking of you and another guy...you know...that way..." She didn't finish, as I saw her blush. The old Shannon was back. I kissed her deeply. "You know, when I was active, I preferred oral sex and topping, but with you it all seemed right." "Topping?" "A top takes the dominant role. A bottom...well, that's what you just did to me. So, you still want to watch?" "Hell yes!" ******** In the following weeks, Shannon and I continued to talk about our options, deciding it would be better to find a guy outside our close circle of friends. Before I attempt trolling gay bars or putting advertisements in the personals for a fuck buddy, I thought I would try to make inroads with a guy I knew from work. Todd Hastings and I had worked together for a number of years. He is an all-round nice guy with a good sense of humor, good looking, and had a similar body type as me. A loner, though. Except for the occasional office party, he kept to himself after hours. I had a suspicion like most from the office that Todd might be gay. We came by that conclusion mostly because he's close to my age, but as far as anyone knew, had never married. "What do you think of Todd Hastings from work?" I finally asked Shannon one day. She thought for a moment, then asked, "I don't know. Is he the quiet one or the short one?" "The quiet one. Cleft chin, dark hair, but going gray at the temples." "Oh yeah, what about him?" After weeks of talking about it with her, I could only roll my eyes. "Oh!" Now she got it. Looking me over while rubbing her chin in a thoughtful manner, she said, "Hmm...yes, I can see you and him together. Now the question is, do you see you and him together?" "You know after weeks of talking and thinking about this, I can even see me and Danny DeVito together." She responded, laughingly, "Now that you mention it, even I can see you and Danny together. You think he would be willing?" "I doubt it. He's pretty busy with that comedy show...Philadelphia, something or other. Plus, I think he's married." "Don't be a smart ass." "As for Todd, I don't know, but let's find out. I'll invite him over for dinner on Friday. The worse that can happen is he'll say no." The invitation was easy enough. Todd accepted without hesitation, although he expressed surprise he was the only one from work who was invited. My real problem between now and Friday was figuring out how to approach him about Shannon's and my desires. Every time I played a scenario out in my head, no matter how august or witty the banter, it always came out sounding like, Hey Todd, can I suck your cock? By Friday, I still hadn't figured out a suitable way of asking him. Dinner started out awkward. Todd seemed even more reserved than usual and Shannon and I were nervous as hell, but after a couple of glasses of wine we began to loosen up. We traded stories. Mostly about how we spent our youth, and what we wanted to achieve in the future. By the end of the meal, we were all comfortable with each other. I got everyone a brandy as we moved to the living room. Shannon made it a point to sit in a chair on the other side of the room, while I sat on the couch with Todd. By the look he gave, I could tell that the arrangement surprised him, but he didn't say anything. I did most of the talking as Shannon sat quietly, sipping her brandy. "When you were talking about your sister's wedding, I couldn't help wondering why you never married." Todd responded with a reflective tone, "Oh, I guess I never found anyone I was really compatible with. I'm still looking, though, but I kind of like being a bachelor." Okay, one fact about him checked off. "Are you seeing anyone now?" "Not really. Well, no one serious. Why, you two know someone who needs a date? Is that what this dinner's about?" Good, no significant other in his life. Now for the 'Gay' question. "No, I was just curious. It's just that some at work find it odd you've never married, or come to any company functions with a...you know...friend." Todd guessed my mind to a degree, and said, defensively, "So that's what this diner is about. I was wondering when someone from the office was going to ask. Yes, I'm gay. Is there going to be a problem with it at work?" Smiling, I reassured him, "No. In fact, most people at work already assume you are. We invited you here for a slightly different reason." I paused for a moment, trying one last time to come up with the most delicate way of asking him without making him feel uncomfortable. At that moment, Shannon decided to take a more direct tack—bless her heart—the alpha-girl Dom in full bloom. "Todd, what do you think of John?" Taken aback by Shannon's apparent change in the direction of the conversation, Todd stammered, "Ah...well...I...ah...great. I think John's a great guy. I always enjoy working with him on projects." "Do you find John good looking?" Todd's eyes turned downward in embarrassment, as he answered, "That's kind of personal, don't you think." Seeing his reaction, Shannon responded, lightheartedly, "It's all right if you do. I won't be jealous." Looking her directly in the eyes, he answered, "I've always found John attractive. Where's this going, Shannon?" Shannon leaned far forward, staring back into his eyes. A total look of seriousness donned her face, as she answered, "Where this is going is simple. John is bisexual, and if it's agreeable to you, I would like to watch you and he make love." Shannon barely finished her sentence before Todd turn toward me, and without saying a word, pushed his lips into mine. His move took me completely by surprise. For the first few moments I didn't do anything, just sat, wide-eyed, receiving his kiss. However, as the moments passed and I felt his soft lips against mine, his warm breath brushing my cheek, and his five o'clock shadow scratching my chin, my surprise quickly turned to lust. When I opened my mouth to receive his tongue, our lust burst unabated, blinding and hot, igniting all of us as an acetylene torch. "That is so fucking hot!" Shannon remarked, loudly, as Todd and I wrapped our arms around each other, falling deeper into our embrace. When we finally disengaged from our kiss, I said to Todd in a teasing manner, "I guess you do find me attractive." Unexpectedly, I saw his eyes water, as he said, "You have no idea. I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed of this...all of this with you." I stared into his face for a long time, stunned by his declaration. The seconds continued to tick by as I reflected on his words. It's not every day you find that, all along, you've held someone's heart in your hands. How easy would it have been for me to have crushed it with an inadvertent phrase or gesture when we were working together? The thought made me feel uneasy at how delicate the web of life can be. One wrong deed or misplaced word, and as with a sudden, stiff breeze, the webbing snaps; a budding relationship possibly destroyed. Seeing the depth of feeling he had for me in his eyes, I felt my own eyes watering. Most times, the world appears filled with nothing but lies and hate. Imparting to all those who occupy it feelings of utter dread and pain. And it seems whoever, or whatever, controls this sphere, could not care a whit at what happens here, ever looking down with such bored indifference. Then, there are those rare, magical moments like this one. When the gods or fate or whatever, actually smile down on us and make things right. It is at these times that life is its most transcendent and beautiful, and wholly worth living. Todd wiped his eyes, as he said, "I'm sorry. My emotions got the better of me. I shouldn't have said that. Stupid of me to tell you this now, of all times." Shannon was also moved. Sitting on my knee, she took his hand, saying to him, sympathetically, "That's all right, Todd. You should say these things, and get them out in the open. John and I are finding out how wasteful it is keeping secrets." I looked at Shannon as she held Todd's hand, consoling him, and wondered what she really must be feeling. It was one thing to invite a person over to fulfill some lustful desires. It was quite another thing to realize that person may be in love with your husband. I wanted to talk to her about this, but not in front of Todd. As such, I said to the two of them, "Maybe we should do this some other time when our emotions aren't as strong." She looked at me for a long time with an inquisitive expression. Then, guessing my mind, said, "You are such a sweet man for worrying. This is unexpected and it blows me away, but I think I can handle it." "Are you sure?" Putting a hand on my cheek, she smiled while answering, "We'll see how things go for now." Then, she added in a teasing manner, "Or should I ever be worried of you two running off together?" I wanted to kiss her more in that moment than in any other in our marriage. "Only if you stop loving me." Now, her eyes watered. She kissed me hard, and said, "I doubt that could ever happen." Wiping her tears away, she turned back toward Todd. I can tell the alpha-girl Dom is back, as she asks, "You didn't answer my question before. Do you mind if I watch you and my husband fuck?" He smiled mischievously, while slowly shaking his head. Grabbing us both by the hand, Shannon led us to the bedroom. Sitting in her vanity chair at the foot of the bed, she said to us, "I want to see that kiss again. Come here you two. Stand in front of me and kiss like lovers should." As Todd wrapped his arms around my waist, he asked with a grin, "Is she going to do this all night?" "I'm afraid so." "Good." We fell into a long passionate kiss, pushing our tongues in and out of our mouths with complete recklessness. At the same time, we fumbled with each other's clothes. Shannon remained quiet. So quiet, I had forgotten she was in the room, steeped as I was in Todd's embrace with my head spinning. It was only when our pants fell around our ankles did she make her presence known. "Keep kissing Lovers. I'll help you the rest of the way." She held my pants to the floor, allowing me to step out of them, and did the same for my underwear. Then, kissing me sweetly on the hip, she attended to Todd before sitting back in the chair. Shannon gave no reaction at seeing Todd's cock. No sound of either awe or disappointment—the sneaky bitch. Grabbing Todd's buttocks with a hand, I pulled his hips into mine. The first contact with our groins was amazing, and we both let out a low moan as our cocks crushed together and against our bodies. His cock was warm, almost hot against my skin, compared to the coolness of the room. It took all my strength of will not to hurry things by dropping to my knees and just start servicing him. Wrapping his arms around my neck as we continued to kiss, Todd ran his fingers through my hair just as Shannon does. Latching both hands on his buttocks, I pulled his hips even tighter against me, all while I roughly kneaded and massaged his ass. Shannon let out a loud sigh as we continued to kiss, grinding our cocks against each other. Finally, we disengaged from the kiss to look at ourselves for the first time. Though I was smooth, Todd sported some chest hair, with a narrow patch running straight down his abdomen. It would have ended at his pubic hair, except that he didn't have any. Awakenings I commented, "I see you shave." We kissed again before he answered, "I like the look and feel of a hairless cock." I heard Shannon say, "Hmm, I'll say, we'll have to do the same for John the next time." Looking over at her, I responded, "And you as well, my love." Then with a hint of sarcasm, I added, "Oh, thanks for giving me a hint at what you saw when you took off our underwear." "I knew you'd be curious for my reaction, but I was being a tease on purpose. I wanted it to be a surprise. It's very nice. Almost like yours." I ran a finger along the underside of Todd's cock, making it twitch. Shannon giggled, "Feisty little guy, isn't he." Todd chuckled, "Well, there's an ego boost. You using an adjective like 'little' to describe my cock." Shannon turned red over her unintended verbal blunder. I asked Todd, "What about your balls, do you shave those too?" He smiled mischievously and kissed me again. It was the perfect segue. "Somehow I don't believe you. I'll have to see for myself." I heard Shannon almost whisper as I lowered myself, "That's right. Get on your knees and suck that cock like a good lover." I knew she would appreciate the gesture. An 'on your knees, bitch' blowjob is a position I often put Shannon in when were both in a fevered pitch. His cock was cut, like mine; although he's thicker, I'm longer. I'd say he was a good seven inches. I saw his large, bulbous head swell in anticipation as I grabbed the base of his cock. I knelt there a moment, looking at it, touching and fondling it with my fingers. Decades had passed since I tasted another man, and in that moment on my knees, admiring Todd's stiff member, I wondered how I was ever able to abstain. The answer, of course, was easy. I loved her, and she loved me. Our love for each other made it all possible. Still, even with all my love for her, I had doubts I could ever go another twenty years without ever tasting another. I looked over at Shannon with Todd's cock in my hand. She was flushed with excitement and arousal. Her blouse was already unbuttoned, her bra, pulled up above her breasts. I could see both of her soft mounds moving subtly, shifting around seductively, with each heaving breath she took. Her nipples were erect and just peeking out though the opening in her blouse. Even her areolas were dimpled, hardened into flattened disks from her own fondling. Her legs were parted, and it was obvious she had been rubbing herself, as a small wet patch darkened the crotch of her slacks. God, she looked beautiful in that moment, full of want and desire, and she was mine. I smiled at her, saying, "Last chance. After this, there's no turning back." She knew what I meant. Smiling broadly back at me, she answered with raw enthusiasm, "Fucking-A right, there's not!" With that, I pulled Todd's cock into my mouth. The taste or it, the feel of it, and the raw feelings of excitement I felt when I drew him in were everything I had remembered. Being overexcited, though, I pulled him in too far and too fast, making myself gag. Shannon chuckled while saying, "That gives me relief. I'm glad to hear you're out of practice." From then on, I took it slow, gently sucking and licking. I wanted this to last, so I didn't even use my hands except to hold his cock steady. With pursed lips and tongue, I applied great sucking bites and kisses all around his member. Only on the rare occasion did I draw him back into my mouth, and when I did, I held him in as far as I could, while tickling his shaft with my tongue. Todd really liked it when I ran firm, yet moist, lips up along the underside of his shaft, ending with a quick flick of the tongue at his cockhead. He would loudly moan as his cock twitched wildly each time. I could hear Shannon giggle at the sight whenever his member wiggled about in my hand. "Look at it dance," she commented, with amused awe, "Such a wonderful lover you are, my dear husband." Shannon's arousal was redlining as she continued to watch. I was putting on a show for her. She knew it and loved it. "God, this is so hot," she rasped, while fanning herself in mock fashion, "It makes me jealous I don't have a dick myself. Oh my, you should see Todd's face. It's pure bliss. Look up at your lover as you suck his cock." Todd was looking down at me. His large brown eyes appeared glazed over as if he were in an opium trace. I took that moment to clamp both of my hands on his ass and pull his cock as far as I could. Then, while applying strong suction, I slowly pulled away from him. With each inch I pulled back, I saw the lids of his big browns slowly close. He put his hand on my head. A signal he wanted me to do it again, and I did, over and over until his knees wobbled. Pulling him out of my mouth so he wouldn't come too quickly, I stood. He leaned into me. His breath came forced and deep through his nose as he pressed his lips hard into mine. With both of our hands clamped tightly to each other's buttocks, we poked, prodded, and kneaded our tight globes as we wildly kissed. I could have stayed in his embrace forever, but we heard Shannon say, "Come you two, suck cock for me. Todd, it's your turn." Todd and I smiled at each other. It's not every day you become a puppet to an alpha-girl Dom, and we loved it. I didn't trust my legs, as I was already going weak in the knees, so I sat on the edge of the bed as Todd knelt between them. Looking over at Shannon, she had her blouse and bra off now, and her slacks were down around her ankles. She was sitting upright at the edge of the chair. Her eyes blazed with rapt attention and arousal. Both of her hands were working feverishly, one at her breasts—massaging, squeezing and pinching them—while the other was down in her panties. I could see it shifting about, moving the dampened fabric that covered it, and looking every bit like a small, woodland creature busily scurrying for food under a shifting bed of leaves. Todd began with a slow head bob, pulling me in as far as he could, then pulling it fully out, leaving it to quiver in ecstasy in the open air. Like me, he didn't use his hands, allowing his mouth to impart all the pleasure on its own. During those times when my cock stood out on its own, he would press his lips to it, and it push hard into my stomach. Trapped as it was, he would run his lips and tongue all along my shaft, or nip at it gently with his teeth. My toes curled each time he raked his pearly whites against my swelling cockhead. Shannon said, "Oh Todd, don't forget his balls. John loves it when you play with his balls." Todd, the dutiful puppet, did as told, spending equal amounts of time, licking, lapping, and sucking my balls, as he did the same to my shaft. He brought his hands into play this time, and whenever he concentrated on tonguing my balls, he would gently caress and stroke my cock. I must have been giving Shannon some serious facial contortions, because she laughed heartily, before asking, "Is he better than me?" Ah yes, I was waiting for that. The type of womanly question that should never be answered, and if you're dumb enough to answer, don't hesitate. Next, she'll be asking if a dress makes her look fat, or if I thought a girl was prettier than she. "Let's just say you're both different, but equally good in your own special ways." She was still rubbing her pussy with a quick pace, so I warned, "Don't get too busy with that hand, sweetheart, you don't want to go off too quickly." She giggled briefly before answering, "Too late, love, my pussy already detonated. I couldn't help myself. Don't worry, though, you two have put a fire in me that won't stop." "Then take your panties off, so I can watch you playing with yourself." After removing them, she sat back in the chair, pushing her ass near the edge while folding her legs around the chair's arms, giving me a full spread shot of her pussy as she continued to play with herself. Her pubes and thighs glistened with an almost iridescent sheen of her arousal and ejaculate. She slowed her feverish pace. Bringing both hands into play, she gently teased at her pussy with the fingers of both hands, running them all along her inner labia, and at times, pulling the lips apart in a tantalizing manner so that I can easily see her hardened clit and opening. She stared back at me hard, with love and longing, a smoky allure covering her face. A look of enticing seduction, augmented with a small, sly, half smile creasing her lips. She wore the smile of a woman who knows that their charm and allure both inflames and chains a man's desire to them. I almost came in Todd's mouth seeing the look she gave me. Taking Todd's head in my hands, I pulled him up and kissed him. I could taste my salty pre-ejaculate fluid on his lips. I said, softly, "Lie on the bed. It's my turn." This would be the moment I would draw Shannon fully into the dance. Todd laid his head on a pillow, as I positioned myself so that I'm facing her. I began giving Todd a slow blowjob, bobbing my head in a nice even rhythm with slightly tightened lips and very little suction. "Oh suck that fat cock like a good lover," Shannon sighed, "I want to see it throb when you hold it tightly between your lips." Pulling his cock out, I dropped a large spit bomb on his cockhead, and worked the fluid all along his shaft with a hand and my tongue. Adding more spit, I pulled his cock back into my mouth, and continued with the head bob. Looking directly at Shannon with Todd's cock in my mouth, I saw that she had two fingers in her cunt and another massaging her clit. Her hands, again, are working in frenzy. Catching my glance, she licked her lips, seductively, and began giving me instructions, "That's right, go all the way down and all the way up on that tool. Really work it like I work on yours. Suck on your lover's cock. Now pull him out. Pull him out...that's it, I want to see your tongue flicking at his head." I flicked and kissed and sucked at his cockhead. Todd moaned loudly and arched his back, pushing his cock higher into the air. "Oh, your lover loves it when you play with that fat head. Now, pull him all the way in...all the way, baby...that's it. I want to see it all in your mouth." From this position, I found it easier pulling Todd's cock all the way in. When I did, I held him there until I could feel my spit pooling in my mouth. Pulling back, I let my spit flow out and down his shaft. "God that's so hot!" Shannon yelled. Shannon was panting uncontrollably, as I continued to deep-throat Todd. Her back was arching forward, and I knew she was about to climax again. Now to change the dance before she did. I stopped. Shannon looked at me with a questioning expression. I smiled at her and tipped Todd's cock in her direction. She guessed my meaning. Unsure of herself, she shook her head. I shook mine back, telling her that was the wrong answer. Taking another short suck with pursed lips to his cockhead, I tipped it in her direction, again, saying, "I want you to join me." Then I asked Todd, "You mind if Shannon joins us?" "Are you kidding," he answered, excitedly. "You sure it won't make you feel uncomfortable?" He laughed. "Fuck no, I'm not that gay." "Well?" I said back to Shannon. She gave me an, 'Oh, all right,' look and crawled between Todd's legs. As I held his cock for her, she took one long lick. Starting at his balls, she slowly continued up his shaft, leaving a heavy trail of saliva along her path. Then, meeting her at the top of her ascent, we kissed, long and hard. It was that moment, probably more than any other that night that I would always remember. My wife and I kissing passionately above our newfound object of desire, and one we were about to share. I'll be thinking about it just before I pass. The morticians are going to have a hell of a time closing the casket. Shannon and I slid our tongues along our respective sides, staring into each other's eyes as we did. I loved how her lips and tongue played with his cock with brief little kisses and sucks here, while adding a long tongue slide there. Of course, we would occasionally take a break to kiss; usually with the tip of Todd's cock right between us so that our lips and tongues would glide across and around it—caressing his cockhead as well as ourselves. On one of her licking, kissing traverses down his shaft, I said, "I bet I'm not the only one who likes their balls tongued. I want to watch you suck his balls, sweetheart." Shannon ringed the top of his sack with a thumb and finger, and gently lifted them away from his body. They were much larger than mine, and his sack hung low across her thumb. As with her cock play, she began by taking wet, kissing lip bites and licks to each ball in turn. When they were fully saturated and slick with her saliva, she pulled them into her mouth, rolling them about gently with her tongue. It was hard for me to believe, but Todd's cock stiffened even further from Shannon's testicular attentions. She was into it as well. The hairless texture of Todd's sack was having a wonderful effect on her, ramping her excitement even higher than it was before; her breathing coming as quick, stuttering pants through her nose as she continued to play with his balls fully in her mouth. . "How's that hairless sack?" Pulling them out long enough to answer, she said, breathlessly, "Do you even have to ask. I could play with them all night long. We are definitely going to shave you." With that, she popped them fully back into her mouth. Her nose nuzzled teasingly along his shaft as she renewed her play. Seeing her lewd display with her nose gave me an idea. "Keep sucking his balls like you're doing." Drawing Todd's cock in my mouth, I slowly pulled him in, deeper and deeper. Shannon went wide-eyed and her lips curled into a smile when she realized what I was doing, and just like that, our noses touched. I came off his cock and she came off his balls and we kissed deeply. Then she said, "Okay, now that was the hottest thing I've ever done. Let's do it again." We played like that several more times, and getting a little silly with it as we gave ourselves Eskimo kisses each time I reached the base of Todd's cock. Both of us were laughing at the end. "Now, I want to watch you suck cock," I said to her. Taking his member from my hand, she slowly drew him in, bobbing her head a little bit along the way. When he was about halfway in, she did her little 'Shannon bob' I always enjoyed, where she would swivel her head a little as she dipped. The technique made in feel as if her lips were everywhere on your cock at once. Todd approved, groaning loudly while arching his back upward as she sucked. "Deeper," I said to her. Shannon slid him in further while doing that same technique, getting him almost all in before she backed away. "That's as far as I can get it," she said, with a pant. I teased, "Don't tell me I'm better at this than you." She said, laughingly, "Shut up! I'm in the wrong position, and he's not bendy enough. Your turn, and don't show-off." Shannon continued to hold his cock for me as pulled him in. I bobbed on his cock a few times before coming off him. Immediately, she put his cock in her mouth, and did the same. We fell into a wonderful rhythm after that, each taking brief dips onto his cock in turn. Shannon, bobbing her head quickly, me a little slower, and our contrasting styles were driving Todd insane. He was moaning almost continuously, and at times would push his cock further into us as we went down on him. Seeing the effect we were having, Shannon's eyes lit up, as she said, "Flick that fat head with your tongue, like this." Holding her head close and steady to his erection, Shannon slapped at his cockhead with rapid flicks of her tongue. I joined her, flicking the other side, although my tongue wasn't as quick as Shannon's. Todd arched his back further at the treatment. He grunted out undistinguishable sounds and phrases while bucking his hips. He was in sexual torment. Shannon and I had brought him wonderfully to the top of release with our flicking, but not enough to push him over the pinnacle. I said to Shannon, "Wet your finger and press it against his asshole." What?" "Trust me. You'll see." Shannon paused to soak her finger, and then went digging between his buttocks. Todd uttered a loud, clear and distinct, "Jesus," when she found the spot. Pushing his ass toward her while bringing his knees up, he grunted, "Shannon, baby, that's it, press it firm. Oh baby, press it firmer." We continued our flicking, Shannon continued her prodding, and Todd continued to yell commands at Shannon, "Oh, side it in, girl. Finger my ass...God, please finger me!" This time she spit on her finger, and slid it in all the way down to the first knuckle. Shannon only had to massage his anus a few times before his cock erupted. We kept our mouths in close contact with his cockhead, flicking, licking, and running our lips over it as Todd ejaculated. He emptied everything he had into us. I could feel his repeated, hard shots hitting about my mouth. It all must have looked like a great, white fountain, as his cum shot upward, hitting our lips and tongue before deflecting off them and down. Large gobs and globs of Todd's thick and heavy semen dribbled downward, flowing down his shaft, it oozed over Shannon's fingers on their way to his stomach. We certainly made a mess. Leaning back, I let Shannon finish him. Her eyes were closed, in peaceful repose. Her face appearing nearly angelic, with pursed lips and sunken cheeks, as she slowly bobbed her mouth along his shaft. Semen continued to flow out and down from around her lips, as long, heavy cords of it hung from her mouth and chin, and off her delicate fingers. I have never seen anyone look more sinfully slutty, and at the same time virginal, as did my wife in that moment. Only when his cock softened did Todd finally relax, his body finally coming to rest fully on the bed. He uttered a loud sigh before all went quiet. Shannon and I leaned in and kissed. Our tongues darted long and deep, tasting Todd in our mouths. We spent a glorious time cleaning our faces. After which, Shannon got a warm, wet washcloth and towel to clean up the rest of our triumph. Sitting next to me, he asked, "Was that everything you hoped for?" "You have no idea. And you?" She put my head in her lap and wrapped her body around me, saying between soft kisses, "Oh...how...I love you...my...loving man." Looking over at Todd's prostrate form, and asked with a patented Shannon giggle, "And how are you?" Lying dormant this whole time, he let out another heavy sigh before exclaiming, "God that had to be one of the best blowjobs I've ever had." I couldn't believe that. He was just being polite. "Come on, you're kidding." "I'm not kidding. Hearing you two, who have this great, longstanding marriage, talking to each other as you went down on me was awesome. Totally fucking awesome! Sex has always been sex for me. It was great, for sure, but still just sex. This time...I don't know...there was something more to it...something wonderful." "Well thank you, Todd," Shannon said, laughingly, "I didn't think John and I were such sex gods." Todd was still breathing hard and flushed with excitement. I asked, with a laugh, "You going to be all right?" He propped himself on his elbows, and said, "Give me a few minutes, and I'll return the favor." "I've a better idea. How would you like to help me get Shannon off?" Looking up at Shannon, I asked, "You ready to come again, sweetheart?" She didn't answer, as she looked around the room with a look of embarrassment. Awakenings "What is it?" Sheepishly, she said, "Well I ah...I ah...sorta'...you know...already came again...and a third time." "When?" "Before, when I was watching you blow Todd." Staring into my face, she added, defensively, "Hey, don't look at me like that. You can't believe how hot it made me watching you. I couldn't help myself." I laughed. "God, what a horny little housefrau you are. So full of surprises. Well, I didn't see any of them. So you're coming for me now." Kissing me again, she said, "Well, I'm not going to argue with you." "Good girl. Get one of my neckties." Sliding over to Todd, I cupped his balls in my palm while running my thumb along his cock. Except for a slight twitch from my first touch, it lay motionless. "How long do you need before you recharge your batteries?" He covered his eyes with an arm, and chuckled. "It varies. Tonight, though, it shouldn't take me long at all." Running a hand down his chest, I finished my quick exploration of his body by cupping his balls in my hand again. "What did you say? Oh yeah, I'm not that gay. That was funny." Todd looked at me thoughtfully before responding, "I still find a lot of women attractive, some even sexually. But I was never comfortable with them, inside or outside the bedroom. I found it easier with men. So I decided a long time ago that I'm gay." Kissing him about his bare pubis, I'd occasionally take short excursions to kiss and lick his flaccid cock. "It's okay for you then, with the two of us? One thing we don't want is to make you feel uncomfortable." "I don't see how you can do that. I haven't felt this turned on since the first time I went down on a guy. It's just that I haven't had much practice with women, so you'll have to be patient with me." Patients, he asks for. I almost laughed at the irony of his request. This whole time, being married to Shannon and a nonpracticing bisexual, if there's one thing I've learned how to be is... "You won't believe how patient I can be, and we have plenty of time to practice," I said. Continuing to kiss and lick at his cock, I could feel it beginning to stiffen, gradually rising up off his abdomen to greet my lips. Laughingly, Todd commented, "There he goes. See, I told you it wouldn't take long." I continued sucking on him, helping his cock along to full hardness. Then, I said loudly toward the bathroom, "Hey, what's taking so long?" "I have to pee," came Shannon's muted reply. I continued to yell into the bathroom, "Bring two ties!" "What?" "I said, bring two ties! Not one tie, but two!" "What have you got on your mind," Todd asked, with a grin. "Time to give you some practice. Just follow my lead. Whatever you do, try not to get anything too close to her face. Try not to say anything, either. Don't moan, grunt, or even cough. I don't want her guessing who's doing what to her." I was back to playing with Todd's cock when Shannon finally returned. Throwing the two ties next to me, she said, using a mock tone of jealousy, "Look at that. I'm only gone a few minutes, and already you two are back at it without me. I can see I've got some real competition for your affection." "Only a little," I said, as I gave her a kiss, "Now, I want you to sit on your heels in the middle of the bed...that's right...spread your knees wider...good." As Shannon complied, I blindfolded her and bound her wrists behind her back with my ties. I then pulled Todd off the bed, momentarily leaving her alone. When she felt us get off the bed, she asked, "Okay, what are you two doing?" "You'll see. Don't try to peek, and stay on your knees for the time being. Todd and I are going to have so much fun with you." Nervous and unsure of what Todd and I had in mind, her head swiveled about rapidly, as she pointed an ear or a blindfolded eye about the room, trying to determine where we were. We watched her in silence for a while. It was so quiet in the room we could easily hear Shannon's shallow breaths of anticipation. Only until she began to fidget with her head again, did we get back on the bed with her. Todd and I each took a side. It was amazing when we touched her for the first time, almost as an electric charge. Shannon inhaled sharply and her skin erupted into gooseflesh the moment I touched my fingertips to her hardened nipple. All we did at the start was gently run our fingertips around her body. Front and back, from shoulders to stomach and buttocks, never staying in one place for very long. Todd and I purposefully avoided her groin, crawling a hand along her mons or on the tops of her thighs, but never going between them. Every now and again, Todd, or I, or both of us together would lean into her, and kiss or lick various parts of her body. Each time I ventured close to her thighs she'd widen her stance a little, begging me to go further between her legs with my lips. Todd continually put soft kisses and licks to the small of her back and the top of her buttocks as he raked his fingertips across a breast. Shannon arched her back, pushing both her breasts and bottom out, pressing each firmer into his massaging hand or mouth. It wasn't long before we had Shannon shivering with anticipation, her breathing coming as short, shallow pants. Laying her on her back, we concentrated on her breasts. Massaging, kneading, kissing, and licking them, sometimes both of us on the same one, passing a nipple between us while sucking hard on either side. Now, our play became a bit rough, as we squeezed her tits firmly with both hands while raking our teeth across her areola, biting gently at her nipples, or sucking on them so hard we made a popping sound each time our mouth came off her. She gasped and squirmed each time we took one of her breasts full in the mouth, sucking hard while flicking a tongue across them. When she arched her back, pushing her breasts further into the air, did I allow my hand to explore her vulva. The second she felt my hand at her mons, Shannon spread her legs wide, while uttering an almost joyful moan of relief. Seeing what I was doing, Todd followed me with his hand. When we slid our hands further down and between her legs, as if by reflex, Shannon brought her knees further up to where they almost touched her chest. Resting an arm on her exposed thigh so that her leg would stay high and wide, I gently ran a finger of two all along the slick folds of her pussy, but always making sure to avoid her clit. She moaned loudly, and for the first time since we started, she begged we attend to her with a harsher hand. "Please. You're killing me with this. Touch me harder. Bite my nipples. Please, do something more!" We found it difficult not to let on who is where; difficult not to laugh, taunt, or respond in a teasing manner to her pleas. However, we ignored her wants, and continued to slide gentle fingers around her pussy, Todd's hand on his side, mine on the other, as we each sucked and licked a breast. I had rarely seen, heard or felt Shannon in a higher state of arousal. She moaned and babbled constantly, extolling and mumbling for Todd and I to flick her clit or bite on her nipples with abandon—continual pleas we continued to ignore. A thin sheen of sweat had developed over her face and across her chest, giving us a wonderful seasoning as we feasted lovingly on her swelling mounds. Her body was in constant motion, twitching, writhing, and shifting about. No matter where Todd or I placed a tongue, our lips, or a finger, that spot would erupt in goose bumps, sending shivers throughout her body. Shannon was more than ripe for what I wanted to do next. Indicating to Todd that he should lie back, I pulled Shannon up and positioned her on top of him so that she straddled his groin. For the moment, I lay close to Todd, keeping my head near his as I held his cock, teasing her pussy with it. "What are you two doing?" she asked through stuttering pants. I didn't answer at first. Todd was playing his part well, remaining as quiet as he could. He did kiss my cheek, though, and I felt him crack a smile as I continued to run his cockhead between her drenched labia. Finally, I told her, "Just sit on my stick, baby. It's time to have some fun." Shannon shifted her pelvis around trying to get a bead on what she thought was my cock. When she felt Todd's cockhead rimming her hole, she slowly sat down, uttering a long, low moan in the process. Shannon just sat for a while with Todd fully inside of her. I wondered if Todd felt different to her, and that's why she was waiting, or was she just taking a moment to feel the bliss of having something finally filling her after being in such an overexcited state all evening. She didn't give me a clue either way. She tried to lay her head down onto Todd's chest, but I wrapped an arm around her breasts, pulling her back into an upright position, as well as giving her support. I spanked her bottom, making her yelp in surprise, a subtle signal she should start moving her hips. Todd remained still at first. A smile creased his lips as he watched Shannon begin a nice, slow pelvic roll. I still had an arm wrapped around her, as she moaned a plea, "Todd, please play with my tits." Our misdirection worked. As I cupped a breast in each of my hands, Shannon increased the force and tempo of her pelvic thrusts. "That feels so good, Todd," she said though a long moan. Turning her head to the side, an impish smile crossed her lips, as she teased, "You're very good. Your hands are so soft and gentle. Are you sure you don't like girls?" I almost burst out laughing, given I've been bugging Todd all night about being comfortable around women in bed. Todd just rolled his eyes and bit his tongue. She pleaded to us, again, "Pinch my nipples, please Todd. That's it. Oh, that's it. Fuck me John. Fuck me baby. Pound my pussy. I'm getting so close." As Todd began his thrusting, Shannon went still, allowing him to push her to the top on his own. She threw her head back, almost clipping my chin, as she repeatedly said, "Oh my...oh my...oh my." Seeing and hearing Shannon's reaction, spurred Todd on. Grabbing her by the thighs, he began fucking up into her with ever rapid and hard thrusts. I held her tight against me, crushing her tits together as I flicked at her hard nipples. She arched her back further, pushing her tits even harder against my hands. "Almost there...almost there...almost there...oh god, I'm almost there," she squealed with delight. I could feel her hands fishing around my stomach, looking for my cock, but it was pressed deeply into the side of her buttocks, as I held her tight against me. She pleaded between large gasps, "Give me your cock, Todd! I want to feel your cock as I come!" There was so much I wanted to do to her. Assorted images of naughty acts all flashed through my mind at once as I held her. Mostly, I desired to stand up and have her suck my cock while Todd worked her over, or better still, slide my cock deep into her lubed ass so that we could both work her over. However, there's plenty of time for all that later. I wanted this moment to be just about her—my love—for her pleasure, alone. Ignoring her request, I pressed my erection even deeper into her flesh, keeping it away from her roving hands. Sweat was forming all across Todd's face and chest. I could tell from the deep-red flush of his face that he was getting tired, and couldn't keep up his hard, rapid pace much longer. Applying the coup de grâce, I pushed Shannon's clitoris down. Then holding it against Todd's rapidly pumping cock with my finger, I added a finger massage to her in the process. Immediately, Shannon began yelling, "Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh...," and just as suddenly as her crescendo started, it stop in mid-chant. She froze, going completely still and quiet in my arms. Her head's tipped to the ceiling while her mouth's stamped open into an over-exaggerated 'O.' Only when the intermittent waves of her climaxes rippled through her, one followed by another, did she show signs of life; each time shuddering in my arms as she gasped loudly for another breath. The final wave hit her with such force that she nearly wrested out of my grip as her body violently shook. Through her whole release, Todd continued to fuck her, but with a slower, more thoughtful deliberation. Toward the end, I began hearing the loud sloshing sounds made as his cock continued to slide within her saturated pussy. Their ejaculate, one clear, the other milky, oozed out from around his cock to pool and mingle on his stomach. Feeling her going limp, I untied her wrists and let her slump forward. When she felt Todd's chest hair against a cheek, she knew she'd been had. Springing off Todd, she ripped the blindfold off, while saying, "Oh you sneaky bastards!" Pushing me onto my back, she straddled my chest while holding down my shoulders. Lifting an eyebrow while giving me that same, saucy, half grin from before, she said, "Maybe I should invite one of my girlfriends here, and we could do the same to you." "You're such a tease." "Maybe...maybe not," she answered slyly, "We'll see. Until then, I think I'd like a second go with the ties." "Not yet my horny housefrau, I believe you and Todd owe me a favor or two." By now, I so overexcited that it didn't take them long to 'pay back' the favor. They both worked me over well, each giving me a deep, slow blowjob in turn, and ending with that wonderful cockhead flicking with their tongues. Shannon let Todd finish me off, as she brought her face toward mine. Her lips and chin covered with my ejaculate. Kissing me with her cum covered lips, she emptied a mouthful of cum into me, following it deep with her tongue. After we cleaned each other, she said, "Okay, that's the second hottest thing I did tonight, helping your lover give you a blowjob." We spent some time talking about where we should go with our newfound relationship; although, we really didn't resolve much of anything that night before the next round of 'sexcapades' started. We were all having way too much fun with each other to bother with the details. Besides, we had the whole weekend to figure things out. Awakenings I opened my left eye, then my right. It took some time but eventually I realised I wasn't going to remember where I was, how I got here or why I had a foul taste in my mouth. I looked around. I was lying on a double bed. Fully clothed in my dark suit and tie. I felt hungover but had no recollection of drinking. My last memory was the hotel bar after dinner, kindle and coffee. I sat up and studied the room. It was a female's room. Makeup, brushes and pastel colours gave it away. A dull bedside lamp barely lit the room and I could see it was dark outside. Checked my watch; 2.46am. Fuck, where was I? What the fuck had I done? I sat up and patted my body through my clothes. Nowhere hurt, there were no obvious signs of anything untoward apart from the raging headache and undeserved hangover. My wallet was still in my inside pocket. I could see a door leading off the bedroom and a light. I stood up and walked over towards it feeling slightly dizzy. I still had my shoes on. It was as if I had just flopped down on the bed. But what bed? Who's bed? I walked through the door and entered a small ensuite bathroom. The female theme continued. What looked like hundreds of bottles of creams, shampoos, and makeup littered all available shelf space and spilled onto the floor. The small shower cubicle was equally packed with lotions and potions. I closed the door behind me and then unzipped myself to pee. Once done I turned to the sink. In keeping with the hangover theme I had a raging thirst. I leaned down to drink direct from the tap then stood up to examine my face in the mirror. Then I saw it. I knew there was a reason I worked in finance and not as a police man or private investigator. It was scrawled in dark red lipstick on the mirror. How I had not seen it immediately I don't know. But I hadn't. 'Downstairs, third door on right x' it read. This confused me even more? I studied my face in the mirror, patted down some stray hairs then left the bathroom. Downstairs was silent. I looked along the hall and third door on the right had a sheet of paper stuck to it. This was moving from very strange to downright bizarre. I pulled the sheet from the door and started to read, it was typed. Hello total stranger. I'm sorry but I slipped something into your drink at the bar so you might not even remember me but that's not important now. What is important is the fact I have just finished shopping online with your credit card. I hope you don't mind. I only spent $1,000 on some vital things; shoes, handbags, makeup. I felt my anger rising as I read. Fucking bitch had ripped me off. And I couldn't even remember anyone in the bar, how could that be? $1,000 wasn't a lot but still, it's the principle. I continued to read. So I have robbed you and now the question is what are you going to do about it? You have two choices, Awakenings He slowly opened one crusty eyelid, struggling to focus on his blurred surroundings. He could feel the thump-thump-thump of his pulse pounding out its amplified drumbeat on his right temple. "Helluva hangover," he thought bleakly. With his right eye still closed, he managed to dispel the visual fuzziness with a deliberate squint. His left eye then proceeded to scan the room in periscope fashion. The room was not much to behold. The walls were bare and painted white. Plain white linens covered his lower body and the bed on which he lay. The blond wood furniture was virtually empty. The lighting for the room was undoubtedly artificial - there were no windows in the room. "Where the hell am I?" he thought, struggling to remember the events of the night before. In the midst of this brief mental quest, a loud beeping sound halted his thought process. He quickly opened his right eye, turning it to the far right side of the room in search of the source of the noise. Standing in the far right corner of the room, with tubes and wires that reached across the bare floor tiles to the bed, was a bulky electronic machine. It featured a myriad of lights, buttons and switches. A trio of red lights were blinking in rhythm to the electronic beeping sound. "What in the world...?" he exclaimed. At that moment, a tall, heavyset woman dressed in white scrubs rushed into the room. He could only see her eyes and the edges of her face, as her nose and mouth were covered by an odd diamond-shaped white mask. The mask was lined with metallic nodes and projected a 3-D image in an eerie green light. In the midst of the green image were three red lights, pulsing to the rhythm of the beeps from the far right corner of the room. "Mr. Katameros, you're awake!" she shouted. "How do you feel?" That was the moment it struck him - the knowledge that he had no idea who he was. "Mr. Kata... Katameros?" he inquired. "Yes. Adam Katameros." "But - but - who are you? And what am I doing here?" "I'm Nurse Thompson. And you're the first beneficiary of the Methuselah Solution." "The Methuselah what?" There was a tremor in his voice, and his hands began to shake with visible frustration. "Settle down, Mr. Katameros - all in due time. For now, you just need to rest. It's been a long journey." "A long journey? From where?" "Not from where - from when." * * * * * "What... what the hell are you talking about?" He stared at her, bewilderment in his eyes, anger on his furrowed brow. He propped himself up on one elbow to better engage the discussion with her. For the better part of thirty seconds, she made no attempt to answer him. Finally, she replied, "I think you'd better speak with Dr. Radcliffe. I'll make arrangements for her to visit you at the first opportunity." "What did you mean by - a journey from when?" He made no attempt to hide his contempt. "You and this doctor aren't going to feed me some load of crap about time travel, are you?" "Nothing like that, Mr. Katameros. At least - not exactly..." Now the thump-thump-thump in his right temple was matched by a hammering sensation at the back of his head. "What - exactly? "I think it's best if Dr. Radcliffe fills in the details. You've been through a lot. You're sure you don't remember...?" "Lady, if I remembered, I wouldn't be asking you to explain. I figure I must have really tied one on last night, judging by the jackhammer pounding inside my skull. I don't remember much of anything from last night. Or any other night, for that matter..." "Dr. Radcliffe was concerned that amnesia would accompany the procedure, at least initially..." "The procedure? I've had some sort of surgery?" "Not in the traditional sense. At least not from the tradition of your time." "Here we go again! My time? What in the name of God are you talking about?" The pounding in his skull was reaching epic proportions. For a moment, he thought he would faint. "Your surgery was a newer procedure - one you wouldn't be familiar with. It made it possible for us to test the Methuselah Solution." "Now we're spinning in circles! Why don't you just throw me on a merry-go-round and spin me until I vomit? That'll accomplish about as much as the worthless explanations you're giving me." "A 'merry-go-round'? I'm sorry, Mr. Katameros; now you're the one who needs to explain." He stared at her once again with his crusty, bleary right eye. His left eye winced with a migraine throb that encompassed his consciousness. And now the spinning seemed to become physical rather than metaphorical. He lay his head back on the pillow. His eyes were fixed on a point on the ceiling, the axis of the room's apparent movement. Consciousness was slipping away. He saw a look of concern in the woman's eyes as one of the red lights on her eerie green mask began to flicker. The red light blinked off completely just as the room turned to black. * * * * * "Ah, there you go," murmured a soothing feminine voice. "Adam, where are you?" Katameros slowly opened his eyes. An attractive woman's face leaned in toward his, a look of tenderness warming her eyes, a gentle smile curling the corner of her lip. He peered slowly around the recovery room where he was now situated. "I'm on this gurney," he rasped with a crooked smile. The faint crows-feet at the edges of her eyes crinkled with the smile that his humour elicited. He noted the contrast of her cool steel-gray eyes with the warmth of her lush, rose-coloured lips. Her close-cropped hair had been vividly highlighted, creating almost a halo effect. He pegged her as mid-thirties, self-assured, vibrant, used to being in control. "Can you sit up? Perhaps you'd like to take a walk with me..." her voice trailed off. "Who are you?" he asked as he grasped the sides of the gurney and pushed his torso upright, his legs still horizontal. "Eve Radcliffe. I'm your doctor. I performed the procedure that brought you back." "Brought me back? You mean I died on the table?" "Not exactly." "Not this evasiveness crap again. What the hell happened to me?!" His eyes were once again ablaze with anger and frustration. "Let's walk, Adam. I'll explain everything." She eased his legs off the gurney and helped him stand. "Here, hold on to my arm until you're steady," she offered as his legs momentarily buckled. They trudged down the whitewashed corridor, Adam's hand on Dr. Radcliffe's arm, until they reached a steel door with no handle. "Exit, Radcliffe with patient Katameros!" exclaimed the woman. The door slid open to reveal a bright outdoor patio beyond. The pair walked through, one at a time, Dr. Radcliffe leading the way while holding his hand. * * * * * The white cast iron patio furniture reflected the dazzling sunshine of a clear and balmy spring day. Katameros felt the urge to shield his eyes from the sunlight as they sat, but resisted so that he could look his doctor in the eye. He needed truth, and he believed he could discern it more readily with full eye contact. He motioned with his hand for her to lead the conversation. "Where should I start?" she asked. "Where any pitcher's nightmare starts - at the big inning..." His crooked smile showed her that he was joking, but the reference escaped her. She regarded his swings of mood from frustration to humour and back as perhaps another by-product of the procedure. "Big inning?" she queried. "Yeah - baseball, you know. 'Big inning' - a pun for 'beginning'? Not a sports fan, eh?" "Sports, yes, especially air polo - but baseball? Never heard of it..." "Holy sh**, you've led a sheltered life. I can understand never playing it - but never heard of it?" "Must have been before my time," she muttered. "The time thing again, " he answered. "Lucy, you got some 'splainin' to do!" "Lucy? 'Splainin'?" "Before your time as well, and before mine, but I can remember the I Love Lucy reruns..." "Reruns? What are reruns?" "Let's not go there. Just tell me what the hell's going on. Where am I? And what's happened to me?" Dr. Radcliffe drew in a deep breath. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" she asked with a worried expression. "Ready as I'll ever be." "Okay, it's like this," she began. "You're a patient at the WCNMS. That's an acronym for the World Center for Nanomedicine and the Methuselah Solution. We're sort of like a global hospital, only our medical efforts are directed at one specific goal." "The Methuselah Solution?" "Exactly. You've heard of Methuselah from the Bible?" "Yeah, the old fart who lived the longest. Something like 969 years." "Right. According to Genesis, people used to typically live more than 900 years. Then came Noah and the ark. The flood wiped out everyone except Noah and his family, and all the animal kingdom except the pairs on the ark." "But isn't the flood just an old wives' tale?" "Maybe, maybe not. Many people of faith don't think so. I don't think so. I've found fossils of sea life while hiking in the mountains, more than a thousand miles from the nearest ocean." "But couldn't that just be from the primordial slime of prehistoric evolution?" "Again - maybe, maybe not. But if the Noah story is true - and particularly if the story of his ancient predecessors is true, then something in the human gene pool fundamentally changed soon after the flood." "Changed?" he asked. "Within three generations after Noah, the average life span had shrunk from 900 years to less than 100 years. One would guess that it had something to do with the vastly shrunken gene pool that existed after all but Noah's family were wiped out. Apparently, Noah had a genetic defect, at least compared to the general population before the flood." The doctor waited to make sure Katameros was still with her. "But what does this all have to do with this hospital?" he questioned. "That life span differential between 900 years and 100 or less years is huge. And if it's related to genetics, it's quite possible that something can be done... to bridge the gap." She paused to gauge his reaction. His eyes narrowed, and he could no longer hold her gaze. He looked upward toward the cobalt sky. "You mean..." "We've been working on genetic engineering to alter the aging process, directed at recapturing the relevant gene structure that existed when people had a life span of close to a thousand years. Plain and simple." She again waited to fathom his reaction. His gaze returned from the firmament to fix on hers. He spoke slowly, deliberately. "So - what does that have to do with me?" "You're our first - let me find a way to put this delicately..." "Guinea pig?" "I think I've heard the historical reference. Does that mean 'test subject'?" "Of course. What do you mean by 'historical' reference?" "I mean we don't use guinea pigs as test subjects any more. And we haven't for so long that the antiquated reference has fallen out of use for many decades." "The time thing again. Now I'm really confused..." "You see, the development of the Methuselah Solution is only half the story behind WCNMS." "Half the story?" "Yes. We have one goal - delivering the Methuselah Solution - but with the regulatory environment we're in, we have a secondary means of reaching the goal." "What regulatory environment?" "With regard to testing. The Global Council will not allow testing on live human subjects for the genetic engineering involved in the Methuselah Solution. It's considered too dangerous. That's where the 'nanomedicine' in our name - the 'N' in our WCNMS acronym - comes in." She smiled weakly, not sure how to proceed. He spared her the need. "So 'nanomedicine' is for genetic engineering on small laboratory animals - presumably ones other than guinea pigs?" "No, not at all. It's molecular level medicine, geared toward humans, not small laboratory animals. One of the things we do with nanomedicine is to develop and deploy medical nanorobots that repair the body from the inside - and we've even used them to alter genetic structures." "So there are tiny robots that swim around inside a person's body in order to fix or enhance it?" he asked doubtfully. "In very simple terms, yes," she replied, "but in the case of the Methuselah Solution, they're not used on live human subjects - only dead ones." * * * * * "What the f***?" He stared open-mouthed, stunned. Finally recovering, he asked, "I'm the 'first beneficiary of the Methuselah Solution'! Are you saying that I'm dead?" "Were dead," she corrected, "but you gave your consent to being a 'guinea pig' for the Methuselah Solution - or at least the arcane version of it - before you died. As did thousands and thousands of your generation and the several generations that followed. Which gave us a neat solution to the problem of not being allowed to genetically engineer live human subjects. We did it while you were dead, using molecular medical technology. If it works on you and enough of your counterparts, without significant side effects, we can seek Global Council approval for testing it on live human subjects. We will have reached the holy grail of medicine. No more short-term medical solutions that only prolong the inevitable to a cap of a hundred or so years. We can stretch the boundaries from a hundred to a thousand years - to provide virtual immortality." Adam's brain was now on overload. He shook his head rapidly and blew out a few breaths slowly, trying not hyperventilate. "You're saying I've been dead, and now am alive, genetically engineered to live a thousand additional years?" "Or more. The sky's the limit. We know that medical technology and environmental conditions now are vastly superior to those of Methuselah's day, and that 969 years is low compared to what it could easily be. Maybe two thousand years, maybe more." "How long was I - dead?" "Eighty-nine years. You went in 2026; it's now 2115." "That's a helluva long time. Why didn't I rot away?" "You really don't remember, do you?" "Remember what?" At that moment, their conversation was interrupted by the sounds of voices shouting from beyond the courtyard walls. Dr. Radcliffe took Katameros' hand once again, stood up, and said, "Let's get you out of here. You're going to need some spiritual counsel, and this isn't the place to get it." * * * * * Katameros found himself being led down another corridor toward another door. Dr. Radcliffe picked up two pairs of sunglasses along the way, from a desk that was positioned at one of the hallway crossroads. "Those for shading our eyes from that bright sunlight?" Adam queried nonchalantly. "Not really. They're so we can go where we need to go without being recognized. I'm also going to change out of my scrubs. You'll need to do the same. There should be some street clothes for you in the locker over there. You can use the nurse's rest room behind the desk to change. I'll pop into my office and be right back." Katameros found a pair of jeans made from a material he didn't recognize. It was softer than denim but quite sturdy, showing no signs of wear when he accidentally caught the pants leg on the locker's handle. He dressed slowly in the jeans, one leg at a time, after putting on a pair of jockey shorts, tube socks, and a yellow silk-like shirt whose material again defied definitive identification. He stepped out of the rest room and saw Dr. Radcliffe, almost beautiful in a floral print spring dress that clung to her curves in all the right places. He reminded himself that she was his doctor and that he had been dead for 89 years, though his attraction to her made him feel undeniably alive. "Let's get out of here," she gently commanded, once again taking his hand. She handed him a pair of sunglasses as the rear exit door opened upon her voice command. They strolled together from the hospital toward the sidewalk, by all outward appearances a couple out to enjoy the lovely weather of a spring day. "Where are we going?" he asked as they turned a corner to the left. He heard shouts echoing from the opposite direction, apparently from the front of the building they had exited. "St. Ignatius Church, just a couple of blocks away. Sorry it's Roman Catholic; I remember from your file that you're Greek Orthodox, but there aren't any of those around here." "I never was a religious man, anyway - at least I don't think so. Why are we going to a church?" "To see Father Brown. He's a bit of an oddity, but I think he can help you. He's more mystic than Catholic priest. I go to him when I need spiritual counsel." Within minutes, they were climbing the steps of the weathered and apparently ancient cathedral. The cornerstone showed a date of 2012. The sound of shouts grew louder from behind them. Inside, their eyes adjusted from the brilliance of the sun to the dark reverence of the vestibule. A short, round-faced man with white hair, dressed in a black outfit with a clerical collar, approached them with a whispered greeting. His disarming smile and twinkling eyes made Adam feel immediately at ease. "This is the one I was telling you about, Father," confided Dr. Radcliffe. "Ah, yes - Sleeping Beauty," grinned the priest. "They're still telling that story?" asked Katameros. "A classic. Though the means of conveying stories has been greatly altered from your time. But let's not get into that now. We have bigger fish to fry. Almost as big as the ones Jesus fried on the beach with his apostles after His resurrection." "Speaking of resurrection, I have a lot of questions..." "Quite to be expected," replied Father Brown, "especially from a man who never walked on water. At least I don't suppose you did..." "I don't remember anything I did. I have no answers - only questions. Like how I was dead for 89 years and now I'm not. Um - I'm not, am I?" "In the physical sense? No. You are alive and quite corporeal, as are the lovely doctor and I." "So how did I not rot in the grave? I mean, eighty-nine years is a lot longer than three days." "Ah, I see you have no recollection of the events precipitating your current state of unusual affairs. Perhaps the good doctor would be willing to recount the history." He pointed to the sanctuary, and led them to a pew where they sat in a row, a body's width of space between each. Katameros was in the center, with Dr. Radcliffe to his right and Father Brown to his left. "You were one of the early policyholders of the Cryonic Life Insurance Company," began Dr. Radcliffe. "Cryonic Life was the first insurance company to stumble on to the idea of providing a life insurance benefit that helps the person who died, rather than helping their survivors." "Helps a dead person?" "Right," interjected the priest, "Prior to that, life insurance buyers needed somewhat of an altruistic motive to induce the purchase. They never saw a dollar of their life insurance proceeds themselves, but rather it was paid to their survivors. But Cryonic Life, in the tradition of their capitalistic forebears, found a way to exploit the innate selfishness of the common man." "How so?" asked Katameros. "Well," continued Dr. Radcliffe, "as the name of the company implies, it's based on cryonics. It involves a process whereby a recently deceased person's body is frozen at very low temperatures, with the hope that healing and resuscitation may be possible with future technology. And the future is now." Awakenings "What the good doctor failed to mention," interposed the priest as Katameros turned in his direction, "is that from the 1960's until after the turn of the 21st century, the prospect of healing and resuscitation after post-mortem freezing seemed extremely remote in the court of public opinion. However, Cryonic Life succeeded in convincing the masses that such healing and resuscitation was in fact plausible and even to be expected as medical advances unfolded, in much the same fashion that organ transplants became a medical reality several decades earlier." "How did that 'exploit the innate selfishness of the common man'?" quipped Katameros with a sardonic smile. "It created a whole new market," the doctor replied, "people became willing to buy life insurance for their own desires, as opposed to buying it solely for their survivors. The insurance was to pay for the cost of cryonic preservation - including time-of-death expenses similar to those for major transplant surgeries, as well as storage of the patient in liquid nitrogen into perpetuity - the whole nine yards. Cryonic Life Insurance Company guaranteed that their clients' bodies would be maintained for healing and resuscitation in such a way that information-theoretic death would not occur." "Information-theoretic death?" queried Katameros. "Yes," continued Dr. Radcliffe, "Information-theoretic death is the physical deterioration of the brain and the information within it to such an extent that the recovery of what constitutes the original person is theoretically impossible by any physical means." "Heavy stuff," commented Katameros. "Indeed it is," continued the doctor. "A central premise of cryonics is that long-term memory and identity are stored in durable structures within the brain, and that these don't require continuous brain activity to survive. You seem to be living proof that this premise is true." "I guess I am," he replied, "although my memory is limited and I don't really know what my identity was before I died." "Suffice it to say that you are at least not a blank slate," said the doctor, "which dispels the fear that brain death would be equivalent to formatting the hard disk drive on one of your computers of the twenty-first century." "Thanks for the vote of confidence," Katameros quipped, "so the fear of a formatted hard drive must have been overcome if people became willing to embrace cryonics?" "Exactly," replied Dr. Radcliffe, "people had to believe in the possibility of restoration - not only resuscitation, but recovery of identity - before they'd take cryonics seriously." The priest cleared his throat. "It took more than belief in the possibility of resuscitation and recovery - there had to be trust in the storage techniques. Cryonics went from quackery to visionary almost overnight in the second decade of the twenty-first century," he added. "The end of its buffoonery took place with the onset of cryonics regulation, in the wake of the Ted Williams debacle." "Wait a minute. Ted Williams - the great baseball player?" He turned to Dr. Radcliffe and gave her a smile and a wink. "Ah, so you do have some memories that precede your initial demise," affirmed the priest. "Yes, that leviathan of the ancient and now-obsolete pastime of baseball, the 'Splendid Splinter' - who posthumously became known as the 'Decapitated Driller' - was unfortunately at the center of the inelegant case that ironically brought about the end of cryonics jeering." "Yes, I seem to remember - they froze his head separately from his body, and there was a big family fight about it," recalled Katameros. "To make matters worse, rumours of his frozen head being accidentally dropped and cracked spread like wildfire." "Those charges were never proven," said the priest, "but soon after that embarrassing episode, regulatory agencies intervened to develop standards governing cryonic freezing and maintenance processes. Not long after, cryonics began to take on an air of legitimacy." Dr. Radcliffe interrupted, "I don't recall the Ted Williams affair, but I know that public opinion in the early days of cryonics was against the practice of neuropreservation." "Neuropreservation?" asked Katameros. "Yes, the cryopreservation of the head, without the rest of the body. It later became much more fashionable, on the basis that the brain is the repository of the human consciousness. And in practical terms, neuropreservation was less expensive and less likely to cause damage during the freezing process. The head would be preserved, with the intention of the future re-growth of a healthy body around the brain - using the same technology as for re-growth of a limb or organ, which was not possible in your day but is in ours. Alternate techniques which were once speculative but are now a reality, such as the development of a cloned body or an artificial body in which the brain could be housed, serve the same function." "So is this my real body? Or is it a re-grown or cloned or artificial one?" "No, you're built from all original parts, though the warranty expired a long time ago," she grinned. "But seriously, we repaired your body from the cause of death and from the damage of cryogenic freezing, and we genetically engineered it for the Methuselah Solution before resuscitating you, all using molecular nanotechnology. We needed the closest available proxy to a live human subject so that we could extrapolate the results of our genetic engineering to the general population. And a frozen head just didn't fit the bill," laughed the doctor. The sounds of shouting that Katameros had heard earlier began to grow in the distance. "That noise - I've heard it before. Anyone know what's going on out there?" he wondered aloud. "An unfortunate reaction," replied the priest somberly, "the masses are asses, and they are looking for you." * * * * * "Me?" replied Katameros in unfeigned surprise. For the moment, the priest did not respond. Katameros stood and moved past Dr. Radcliffe, up the aisle and toward the altar at the front of the sanctuary. His hands were trembling as he turned to face them. The doctor was the first to speak. "All part of the Cryonic Life story," she explained, "the company enjoyed great success for many decades. Its sales of cryonic life insurance policies exploded as people embraced the idea of future regeneration. People even overcame their sense of the macabre in relation to neuropreservation, bringing the practice of storing only the head into vogue in the last few decades. People saw advances emerging in molecular medicine that would indeed allow the re-growth of organs and limbs, and by going the post-mortem decapitation route they could significantly reduce the cost of cryopreservation and the attendant life insurance policies used to fund it. But then in the last decade, things began to go off the rails..." "Heads began to roll?" asked Katameros with a nearly straight face. "No, the financing began to fail," replied the doctor. "Human nature continued to fail," retorted the priest, "Self-interest drove the sales. Mispricing drove the financial viability of Cryonic Life into doubt. Greed drove the timing of your resuscitation. And the masses weren't prepared." "Now I'm really confused," moaned Katameros. "I think I can explain," soothed the doctor as she stood and moved toward him at the altar. "You know about the self-interest. People bought the Cryonic Life policies because it gave them something for themselves - really, Cryonic bottled hope for the future." "Yes," said Katameros, "I get that, even though I don't remember doing it." "Yes, that's odd, although it's consistent with your partial amnesia. Anyway, there's then the issue of mispricing - that's another story," said Dr. Radcliffe. "Cryonic Life built their pricing on assumptions, some of which nobody could reasonably validate. Assumptions about investment earnings on the premiums they collected, to help pay for ongoing cryopreservation maintenance costs. But more importantly, assumptions about how long the freezing would need to continue until a viable healing and resuscitation solution could be developed." "The Methuselah Solution?" queried Katameros. "No, that's a more recent solution," replied the doctor, "that was not really contemplated by Cryonic Life or the forefathers of cryonics, like R.C.W. Ettinger or Evan Cooper. The idea of the Methuselah Solution, with life expectancies measured in the hundreds or even thousands of years, is a product of my generation. The wait for simple healing and resuscitation - the arcane version of the Methuselah Solution - is a product of yours. And the wait was longer than Cryonic Life assumed when they priced their insurance policies." "How much longer?" "They thought they were being conservative when they priced for fifty years on the early policies, and they've been reducing that assumption in the generations since. But you know it's been eighty-nine years for you - a lot more than the original "conservative" fifty-year assumption. They underestimated by forty or so years. Multiply that by the annual maintenance costs, and then again by the thousands upon thousands of policies they sold. I'm not exactly sure how to calculate the extra cost - I'm no actuary - but it adds up to a boatload of money. New sales of Cryonic Life policies have been funding old policy guarantees for the last decade. Even with premium increases on new policies, they're headed for financial ruin if the maintenance for old policies can't be terminated soon." "Terminated?" Adam's uplifted eyebrow accentuated his quizzical tone. "One of two ways - let the corpses thaw and rot," smiled Dr. Radcliffe at her indelicate choice of words, "in which case Cryonic Life's reputation is shot to hell and there's no more market for new sales, or - resuscitate the old policyholders en masse." "So that's what Father Brown meant when he said that the masses weren't ready?" "No, you're a step ahead. We're on Father Brown's third point, the timing of the resuscitations. En masse resuscitation is about the frozen bodies of the last several generations, not the marching masses of today's generation." "So what's the issue about the timing of the resuscitations?" "It's based on greed. Cryonic Life's greed - they need to stop paying the long-term costs of cryopreservation on all their old policies. So they were willing to help fund the shorter-term costs of our research on the nanomedical techniques that we're using for restoration and resuscitation." "So Cryonic Life is motivated by greed, but it looks like a good thing they're doing..." "But the resuscitations are based on WCNMS's greed, too - we're anxious to get our Methuselah Solution to market so that we can make a fortune. If Cryonic Life knew that part of the equation, they'd have thought twice about funding our work, since their product will become somewhat obsolete to people with life expectancies of a thousand years." "Okay, I get it. You raised me from the dead for WCNMS's financial gain, and your employer feels no compulsion to deal squarely with its stakeholders. So there's nothing altruistic in what they're doing, either..." Katameros' voice trailed off as he paused to reflect, then continued, "And the fourth point, about the masses being asses?" She rested a hand gently on his shoulder. "Adam, I'm afraid the masses are not ready for a single person from a century ago - let alone thousands - to be introduced into our society today." "What are they worried about - overpopulation?" "I'm afraid it's more ethereal than that," she countered. "The current generation is as concerned with the spiritual as it is with the physical. When news of Cryonic Life's plans for widespread resuscitations was announced, there were mass demonstrations in the streets. People with placards declaring 'Don't unleash the zombies!' and "Cremation, not creation!' marched on government buildings. They're demanding that their voices be heard and that the resuscitations be stopped. And if not for the neat - some might say shady - way that the availability of cryopreserved bodies legally solved our dilemma for testing the Methuselah Solution, WCNMS would probably have yielded to the public pressure." "But - but why are the masses calling us zombies?" The priest took over from his seated position. "It's because they believe in the separation of body and spirit at death - that the spirit leaves the body and departs to its eternal destination. And you represent something fearful to them: either their theology is wrong, or you have no soul. They have no tolerance for either." * * * * * Katameros stood in stunned silence. Dr. Radcliffe dared not speak. Finally, Father Brown moved forward from his pew. "Don't allow the popular theology to unduly influence you, my son," encouraged the priest, "as I said, the masses are asses." "I don't think I understand..." "The issue is one of faith. And their view of God is simply too small." "How so, Father?" asked Katameros. "Let me follow the example of the Teacher and answer a question with a question. What is faith?" asked the priest. Again, there was a moment of uncomfortable silence. Finally, Katameros offered, "I guess it's something you choose to believe." "Exactly," said Father Brown, "but the basis of that choice to believe is all-important. It needs to be a basis that recognizes that God is God and man is man." "So what does that have to do with me not having a soul?" "Those who choose to believe that your soul has been separated from your consciousness, now that your consciousness has been restored to your body, have narrowed their understanding of God." "Really? In what way?" retorted Katameros. "They have viewed your resuscitation as an act of man rather than an act of God. As if God has your spirit, but man was able to pry His hand off your consciousness when he - or, more accurately, she - resuscitated your body." "I don't know about this God stuff, Father. As far as I can remember, I've never been a religious man." "Nor have I," quipped Father Brown, "I'm instead a man of faith - faith in a God who is not limited, not even by man-made constructs like the good doctor's 'information-theoretic' death." "What do you mean?" asked Dr. Radcliffe, rejoining the conversation. "What about information-theoretic death?" "You posed it as a point at which recovery of the person is impossible due to the physical deterioration or destruction of the brain," replied the priest. "My view of God is that no such boundaries exist for Him, even if the brain is completely physically destroyed. He who created man from the dust of the earth can surely recover and restore man from the dust of the earth." "I - I see your point, Father," she replied. "Not only physically restore man's consciousness," said Father Brown, "but He who breathed the breath of life into the first man can return the spirit to the recovered man," said the priest as he turned from Dr. Radcliffe to Katameros. He seemed to be assessing Adam's demeanour for signs of a reaction. Katameros was lost in thought when the shouts from outside grew very loud and sunlight streamed into the previously dark vestibule. * * * * * "You two - into the confessional," whispered the priest as he strode quickly toward the back of the sanctuary and the vestibule beyond. Katameros and Dr. Radcliffe both hesitated, not sure what the priest had in mind. Father Brown stopped at the exit from the sanctuary and turned toward the pair. "Go," he mouthed, pointing to the confessional. Katameros and the doctor moved to the confessional and entered, one at a time, as the priest left the sanctuary and entered the vestibule. The space inside the confessional was cramped, and the two of them crouched on the floor. The compartment was designed to be occupied by only one penitent at a time. Its walls were structured to mute the sounds from within, in order to maintain the sanctity of the confidential confession. Still, Katameros and Dr. Radcliffe could hear raised but muted voices from the direction of the vestibule. As they waited and strained to hear, Katameros breathed a heavy sigh. "I'm not sure I'm supposed to be here," he stated forlornly. "You're thinking you shouldn't have come to the church with me?" the doctor asked. "That's not what I mean. I mean I'm not sure I'm supposed to be alive," said Katameros, "maybe I should climb up to the top of the bell tower and throw myself off." "Don't be silly," she answered, "why would you say such a thing?" "Because I was born for a different time. Because those people out there in the vestibule hate me, or at least what I represent. And maybe they're right." "That's crazy. You heard what Father Brown said about that." "Yeah, it's pretty compelling - if you believe in God the way he does." "And if you don't believe - then what does it matter whether you have a soul or not?" "Maybe it's just that I don't see a purpose in living, if all I am is a computer disk that's been restored. I don't understand why I'm here. It must have made sense to me before. I had to have a reason for signing up with Cryonic Life to be brought back." "Maybe you were looking for a second chance to find purpose and meaning in life. Maybe you believed that it existed but knew you just hadn't found it yet..." Katameros was momentarily silent, again lost in thought. It suddenly became apparent from the sound of the priest's voice that the people had now moved into the sanctuary and stood just outside the confessional. * * * * * "...and as I said in the vestibule, if there were a fugitive in here, he would have a valid claim to sanctuary anyway," echoed Father Brown's voice from disturbingly close range to Katameros and the doctor. "There's no if about it," declared an angry male voice, accompanied by shouts of affirmation. "The kid here saw him come out the back of the hospital with some woman while we were marching out front. He followed them down the street and saw them come in here. He came back to get us so we could do what needs to be done - God's work. We're gonna send the damned zombie back where he came from. It ain't natural. He ain't supposed to be here." The priest surprised his adversaries by bursting into peals of laughter. Katameros and Dr. Radcliffe sat immobile inside the confessional, too frightened to move. "What the hell are you laughin' about?" shouted the leader of the vigilante crowd. "Of course it's not natural - it's truly a miracle," responded Father Brown, "so I find your statement that it's not natural to be a humorous statement of the obvious. But your idea of what's supposed to be is even more comical." Katameros sat breathless, willing himself to silence, waiting to hear the outcome of the conversation through the confessional wall. "Come again?" said the voice. "You're worried about him being a man with a body but no spirit - a zombie, as you say?" "That's right..." "And it's your mission to kill him. A mission from God?" "Exactly." "And so God would have those whose mission is to serve Him to kill off those who are raised from the dead?" questioned the priest. "Right again, Einstein," the man taunted. "Don't you find that just a little bit ironic?" "I don't get you," the man replied. "Never mind," said the priest, "let me just put it this way. The thing that makes mankind unique is that God made us in His image - the Imago Dei. An aspect of the image of God in us is that we long for eternity, because He is eternal." Awakenings "So what?" "So the desire for resurrection is exactly aligned with being made in the image of God," continued Father Brown, "and reflecting His image corresponds directly to God's will for mankind. But you say that this isn't supposed to be..." "But the man's spirit is gone - gone for eternity," said the man's voice, much less heatedly. "And how do you know that? Why are you so convinced?" the priest inquired. "It only stands to reason. Only God can bring people back..." "And didn't God bring this man back? Who made the doctors, and allowed them the insights needed to achieve this great miracle? Who is in the business of rebirth, of second chances, of regeneration???" There was dead silence. Katameros became restless inside the confessional. Dr. Radcliffe put her finger to her lips to shush him. Finally, they heard the priest say, "Let him among you who can say with certainty that this man has no soul cast the first stone..." * * * * * There was a loud knock on the confessional door. Katameros gazed at Dr. Radcliffe, a look of resignation in his eyes. As the door opened, the pair saw the priest beaming down at them. "Well, my children, that takes care of that," he said. They peered past him and saw an empty sanctuary as they exited the confessional. "But what about you?" inquired the priest, looking squarely at Katameros. "What about me?" he replied. "Where do you go from here? You've had to face a lot today - a lot of difficult truths," said the priest with a gentle smile and twinkling eyes. "Difficult, yes. Truths, I'm not so sure," replied Adam. "You're here for a purpose," asserted the priest, "you've been raised from the dead, and you will return to the dead - whether today or a thousand years from now. But there's a reason for you having that interim opportunity." "And what might that be?" "You expect me to give you the answer? That's something you need to work out with the one who made it possible." Katameros glanced toward the doctor. "Not her, my son," interjected the priest, "though perhaps she will play a role in your interim opportunity. Have you not been listening?" "Yeah, I get it," he replied. A smile of acknowledgment broke across his face. "God has given me a second chance." "And a longing for eternity," added the priest, putting his hand on Adam's shoulder. Dr. Radcliffe moved to Adam's other side and took him by the hand. "I have something to show you two," declared the priest. He led the way toward the back of the sanctuary. There, in dazzling luminescence as the sun's rays shone through, stood a massive stained-glass window. In remarkable hues of pink, purple, blue, orange, red and yellow was portrayed a striking sunrise. Inscribed below the scene were these words, identified as being from the book of Psalms, the 90th chapter: Psalm 90: 1-6, 10, 12 Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations. Before the mountains were born Or You gave birth to the earth and the world, Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God. You turn man back into dust And say, "Return, O children of men." For a thousand years in Your sight Are like yesterday when it passes by, Or as a watch in the night. You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep; In the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew. In the morning it flourishes and sprouts anew; Toward evening it fades and withers away... As for the days of our life, they contain seventy years, Or if due to strength, eighty years, Yet their pride is but labour and sorrow; For soon it is gone and we fly away... So teach us to number our days, That we may present to You a heart of wisdom. Awakenings Disclosures and notes: All characters are fictional and over 18. This is my first foray into any type of male same sex writing. IT is NOT just gay sex, but an awakening for a young man. As with my other stories, please, give me feedback either written or by voting so that I may improve my writing. Don't forget I am a bi-woman. I can only imagine what it is like for guys to fantasize about bi or gay sex. I hope you enjoy! xoxo --Samantha ------- Awakenings It was a dark and stormy night. The power was out and the only light came from the frequent bolts of lightning. It was then that I saw it. Standing in my doorway silhouetted against the darkness stood a cloaked figure holding what appears to be a dildo. "Billy... Billy..." I slowly wake from my dream state to hear my mom calling again. "Billy! Get up, and get down here. I need some help." Grumpy, but now awake I fall more than roll out of bed. I stretch my lean 5'8" frame and look down at the morning woody boldly sticking out of my boxers. I laugh and stride quickly downstairs. She will just have to deal with it. I reach the bottom of the stairs still half asleep and mom is there waiting on me. "Yes ma'am?" I ask and notice her gaze is at my dick that is more out than in my boxers. "Did you call me down here to gawk at nature or did you have something more important?" "Oh yes. To both actually. You sure have grown. I bet Libby enjoyed that last night." She grins and reaches out and slips my manhood away. "Your aunt Joan called earlier. She and Dave are having computer trouble. I told them you could take a look at it for them." Aunt Joan. Not really blood, but she and Dave had helped mom raise me since the bastard ran off from the word pregnant. Joan had been mom's best friend since college and had always been around. She and Dave had been dating when I was born and lived just down the street. "I told them it was the first day of summer after graduation and you may have plans. It is after one o'clock though so you have slept enough." "It's ok, mom, I was just looking forward to a nice quiet week. Lib has gone to visit several colleges and I figured a nice week long lounge would be great. A little time at Aunt Joan's wouldn't be bad either." "That's my boy. I told her you would be over soonish. I could slap some brunch together for you. Why don't you run get a shower. There is more than one way to tell you had goodbye sex." I laughed, "This young stud body and after sex smells getting to you?" She returned the jab, "Baby if you weren't my son and I were a few years younger I would show you how to work that cock of yours." She slapped my ass and said, "Get going you. I will have some food done shortly." I took the stairs two at a time, kicked my boxers into my room and hit the shower. My dick was still hard. Normally my morning greeting would be gone by now but if nothing else it is more stiff. I soap up the washcloth and wash myself. Once I am ready to rinse I go back to my dick. I try to recall the dream I was having but can't. The soft cloth and soap were having the desired effect and soon I was pouring out my seed into the drain. I rinse off and by the time I am drying off I am flaccid and can concentrate on other things. Mom comes in as I am finishing drying and dries off my back. She hands me my swimming trunks and tells me the food is ready. I thank her and she leaves. I throw on my suit and grab a towel then head down to eat. Mom and I make small talk. She is still in her nighty. A small affair that is mostly see through. Her tits are not huge but they are nice enough. I can see the dark outline of her areola and her nips are poking out. Her legs are slightly spread and her pussy lips are peaking out. She is not model pretty but mom is no slouch. Her body shows she is a mom with a slight pooch at her tummy. The rest of her is tone and shows her muscular outlines very well. She notices me admiring her and laughs. We have never shied away when it came to nudity. In fact I have seen my mom more naked than dressed over the years. I give her a peck on the lips and thank her for brunch. "I will be back soon. The PC is likely another virus, but I will let it scan and swim a bit." "Ok baby, thank you again for doing it. I am sure your friends would be better company." I hop on my dirt bike and ride down the sidewalk so the cops don't complain about me riding in the street again. I park beside the garage, and walk to the back yard. Joan is sunning by the pool and waves as I enter the gate by the pool. "Hey sweetheart! Thank you sooo much for stopping by to help us out again." "No problem." I lean over to peck her on the cheek. "I will head on in and get things started. See you in a minute." I go in and sure enough the computer is very slow. I start the usual virus/malware scan, and grab two beers from the fridge. I go back out since it can take a while. "Where are Uncle Dave, Danny, and Mikaila?" I ask as I hand her a bottle. "Well, Dave is golfing up in east side and won't be back until after dinner. Mikaila is still passed out in her room. Danny is likely stuck on his PS4." I swallow about half of my drink and jump in the pool and swim a few laps. I get out as Mikaila is coming out of the house with a drink in a koozie in one hand and a towel in the other. She is in her junior year at Uni, and I admire her lean body as she comes to the pool. Her small tits sit high and her nipples are poking their way through the almost translucent material. Her bottoms are more of a thong affair the thin material is trying to ride up into her crevice. She smiles when she sees me stepping out of the water and runs up and gives me a hug. It is so not fair. My cock is starting to tent my suit. I quickly grab my towel and make an excuse to run inside to check on the computer's progress. When I get inside I notice Danny watching his sister's swaying ass as she moves a chair around. "Hey, bro!" Danny jumps when I speak and I can see he is bulging like me. "Your sister is so fucking hot." "Hey, Billy, yeah she is. For a sister, that is." "Man it's ok. I don't know how you live with it." I say looking at his tented boxers. I move my towel to show him my own tent. We laugh. "Well, I better go check the PC." "Um..Billy? Could you not tell mom what you find?" "Don't worry, Danny I just delete shit and move on you know? I always just tell her it was a bunch of trash files from where yall use the PC. I know porn is there. I have to do the same from time to time on our own PC." "Thanks man!" He heads back upstairs to his room. I go into the home office and move the mouse. I repair the viruses and malware. Then I check the history, cache, and temp files. I am shocked when the temp files open. Mixed in with the normal gamut of porn pix are crossdressing pics and some gay blowjob pics. I can't believe my cock is stirring as I look at men going down on men. Disturbed at my own reaction I quickly delete the evidence and reboot the computer. I go upstairs and pass Mikaila's room. I peek in and it is the normal girly room, but I notice some of her underwear thrown around. I resist the urge to go in and swipe a pair, but I hear a moan come from the room. Her room faces the pool and Danny is the only one in the house. I slowly open the door and see Danny in nothing but a pair of his sister's panties stroking his cock. He is watching out the window to make sure his mother and sister don't come inside. He is in a darkened side of the window so they can't peer up and see him either. I watch him stroke his cock and once again cannot believe another guy is getting me worked up. I tell myself it is like it is in straight porn. You can't help but watch the guy and imagine it is you. My mind comes back to the scene before me and I notice Danny has stopped stroking and is facing me blushing. "Billy, um... please, please don't tell anyone," he whines. "Hell no, bro. What am I going to tell them? I was sitting here watching you beating off in your sister's drawers? What would they say to me?" Billy relaxed. I walked over to the window to see Mikaila sunbathing topless beside her now equally topless mom. Danny has started slowly stroking his cock again. Before I know what I am doing my hand is on top of his feeling him stroke. He looks at me when my hand touches his. He lets go and allows me to feel his cock. He is 8 inches and uncut. I have never really seen an uncut cock before and I play with his foreskin for a second before I start to slowly move my hand up and down his shaft. He moans my name and shoots his load on the tile floor. Somehow it felt different feeling his cum race up and out of his dick than it does mine. The same, yet foreign. He thanks me and takes off his sister's panties. He wipes up his mess and motions for me to follow him. We go into his room, and he closes and locks the door. He puts on a shooting game and turns the volume up a bit. He pushes me onto his bed. Danny then reaches in and pulls my cock out of my pants. Unlike him I am cut, but also about 8 inches. He begins a slow stroking rhythm as I close my eyes imagining Mikaila is doing this. He is running his hand up and down my shaft without tugging on my cock like I am fucking a soft hole. Then I feel it. His mouth takes me in, and I open my eyes and start to protest. It feels too good though. I know he has been watching videos, but this has to be his first time. It is not long before the sensation is just too much. I warn him I am about to cum, but he just shoves me deeper and clamps down. I feel the first volley erupt from my dick. He swallows the entire load. Somewhat ashamed and conflicted at what we have done I get up pull my suit on and practically run out of his room. I get to the bottom of the stairs to find Mikaila in the kitchen refreshing her drink. Somehow my "problem" is still showing. Mikaila smiles and walks over to me. She winks as she hugs me and presses her mound into my still hard cock. "Mmmmm. Did we get excited by all the porn my brother left on the computer? Was it just the straight sex or the queer shit too? Would you rather have me or him?" She reaches down and grabs my dick through my suit and rubs it against her sex. She pushes her fingers inside herself and brings them up to my nose and shoves them in my mouth. "Which is it or is it both?" I am too stunned to answer. I back away only to bump into Joan. "I think he is shy, mom." I turn around to be face to face with her tits. My cock bumps her thighs as I turned. "Oh he doesn't feel shy to me, baby." Joan shoves her tits into my face and wiggles them at me. I turn back when I hear a moan to see Danny with his arms wrapped around his sister and pinching her nipples. "Oh, he isn't shy," Danny says. We just had a nice little one on one time. I think he is uncomfortable that a guy just gave him a blow. "Y'all stop." Billy is just now finding out about our lifestyle here. "Billy, it is ok, hon. We are a tight family. A blow job from another guy is just that. It doesn't make you gay if you like it. If you want to try it as well you may find you are bi though. It also doesn't mean you are wanting to get ass fucked either. It is only natural to be curious. It is also the best too. A man and a woman know how to please the same sex sometimes better than the opposite sex because we know what we like done. Look at Billy and Mikaila now. See how Mikaila's body reacts to him? Her nips are hard and just look at her bottoms. They are soaked. He is just as much a guy as you are and Mikaila is very much a woman. Mikaila, come here and love your mother." Joan pulls her suit bottoms off and sits on the counter. Mikaila eagerly dives into her mom's pussy lapping at her juices. She then turns and kisses me. I bask in the taste and smell of her mother's pussy on her tongue and lips. "Come here Billy and taste me from the source." I move to her and take a long lick from her budding star to her clit. "ooooo that's it, Billy lick me good." I continue to lap at her pussy like a dog at a water dish. Once I locate her rather smallish clit I lock onto her little nub and lick it with a frenzy. I feel my cock pop free from my suit and look down as Mikaila engulfs me for my second blowjob in the last half hour. Billy moves over and sucks his mom's tit into his mouth as he puts my hand back on his cock again. This time I am not as timid and begin to slowly rub him off again. I mock what he did to me earlier and form a light sheath over his shaft and run it up and down his shaft and over his head and glans. It is not long I erupt again. Mikaila is swallowing my seed like a champ. I quickly go soft this time and I fall to my knees because I am as weak as a kitten. As I settle onto my knees, Danny's cock is at eye level. Mikaila whispers how it is ok and gently pushes my face to him. I can smell his musky arousal. Mikaila takes hold of his cock and pulls the foreskin back. I take a tentative lick at the precum oozing out of his head. I taste the saltiness. It is much like my own that I have tasted in the past when masturbating. At Mikaila's urging I take his head into my mouth. I lick his hole and his glans. I suck at his head. She is pinching my nipples now and kissing my neck pushing my head down on her brother. I pull back and his cock pops up and back down hitting me in the nose. Mikaila takes his cock in her mouth and buries her head in his pubic mound that is shaved bare. She holds him deep in her throat and I can see her tongue rubbing back and forth on his shaft. She slowly pulls away when she needs air again. His cock is slick with her saliva. She kisses me and pushes my head back to her brother. She tells me to finish him off. He is not far. She rubs his ass as she guides me back onto his cock. She pushes my head down his shaft until she feels me start to gag and pulls me back. She pushes me again. This time I take more of him before the gag feeling starts. I pull back wanting to try more. Needing more of him in my mouth I lick his glans and cup his balls and slowly slide him in again. My nose touches his pubic mound, but I can't hold it there. I come back for air. Mikaila kisses my ear and whispers encouragement. She pulls me off her brother and takes my hand. She moves me to the table. I realize I am their toy now. She pats the table and I climb up on the thick wooden table. Joan walks over and tells me to slide to the edge. My head leans off the table and her pussy lips engulf my nose and her clit is at my lips. I instinctively lap at her and she shies away. She is too sensitive after cumming on her daughter a little bit ago. I feel my cock being stroked and see Danny licking me again. When I am halfway erect, Mikaila, mounts me reverse cowboy and Joan moves to lap at us both. Danny moves to me again. He grasps my head and tells me to relax. He pushes his head at my mouth and I open. He slowly begins to fuck my mouth His balls are slapping gently at my forehead. I reach out and gently rub them. I cannot believe how deep he is going. At this angle my throat is open for his breaching. He reaches out and pinches my hard little nipples. He announces he is cumming and for me to be ready. Mikaila's pussy tightens on my own sex rod at her pending orgasm. My cock shoots what little bit of cum I have left into her as she screams the arrival of her own orgasm. Danny's cock goes off like a cannon. I feel the warmth of his salty seed hit my throat. I have no choice but to swallow as quickly as I can. After his orgasm subsides I find myself milking his cock for more of the milky liquid. "Billy... Billy! Get up lazy bones." I groggily awaken and look up to see my mom at my door. "Son you have slept the day away. Don't forget Aunt Joan needs your help with a computer problem." Shaken from the dream within a dream, I try to make sense of it all. However, my cock is standing at attention. Awakenings I awake to the feel of hands on my wrists. Slowly, as from a daze, I realize I am being removed from my bed and bound to the restraints in the middle of the room. My pulse begins to race as a blindfold covers my eyes and my body is bound spread eagle. As the leather straps are tightened around my ankles and secured; my heart catches in my chest and fear mingled with excitement, makes my body tremble. My body responds with a start and I am instantly wet and feverish with need. I do not fully comprehend what is happening to me, due to the fact that I am not yet awake, and wonder if maybe it's a dream. I try to see but the blindfold has me thrown into blackness which makes my senses reel. As darkness surrounds me and clouds my awakening, things seem as though very close and yet far away. Then I feel a hand slowly run down my shoulder and across my back and a cry escapes my lips as I realize it is no dream. Yearning for your touch, my body twitches and throbs with anticipation. Then suddenly, I hear laughter that seems to come from all around me and I gasp. "Good Morning Christine" you whisper in my ear and my body begins to shake. I cannot see you but know you are very close and when your hand grazes my flesh, I jump from the electricity emanating from you. I feel as though you are all around me and all at once I am out of breath. I feel your breath on my neck as you caress my flesh, awakening every fiber of my being. Then you kiss my neck softly. My body is at once yours and I collapse against my bonds, my wetness and excitement spreading. I can feel your hands around my waist helping me to stand, once more. You run a finger across my clit and a shiver runs through me; your touch enough to drive me over the edge. I quiver as you take my hardened nipples in your hand, squeezing them hard then taking them into your mouth, teasing them with your teeth and tongue. My moans and the beating of my heart are the only things I hear. Then you back away from me and my body tingles where your touch has been, as if you are still there, and the emptiness of that loss threatens to close around me. Waiting seems as an eternity and my body begins to quiver from the passion rising within. "Christine?" I hear from you. "Yes my Master" I whisper trying to keep my composure while trembling. "You are mine, are you not?" you quietly say as you walk around me. "Yes Master, I am yours always" whispered softly with an apprehension one can feel. "What will you do for me?" you say as your voice moves to my left. "Anything you want Master" I stutter as the fervor that grips my soul tightens around my chest making each breath difficult. I feel your hand close on my neck and you kiss me roughly, biting my lip. As a small trickle of blood runs down my lips and down my neck, your tongue laps it up slowly and then feverishly, until I can feel your teeth biting my flesh and I shake uncontrollably. "All I ask of you is to obey and please Me, can you do that My pet?" spoken softly and with a menace I can feel. "Yes Master, I will do my best for You" I say as a tear runs into the blindfold. My body trembles like a leaf as I wait for what ever is to come next. In the darkness and silence that envelope me, my anxiety and excitement grow threatening to destroy me until I feel your hand upon me, steadying me. The first blow lands squarely and the breath is knocked out of me. The fire that is leftover makes my flesh burn from within. I then smell rich leather as you touch the paddle to my lips; and I kiss it softly, a sigh escaping my lips. My passion bubbles over. Then I feel your finger tracing the welt and the heat left by the whip and I arch moaning loudly. "Your pleasure is Mine" you whisper into my ear. Feeling your breath against me I whisper "yes Master". I close my eyes against the blindfold, wet with my tears, as the blows rain down on me. Each blow is more intense than the next making me scream out. The heat that remains, burns through me and into me, igniting my passion and making my body weak. I lean against my bonds, body quivering eager for release, when suddenly I feel your touch. My body spasms from the heat of your touch, bringing me close to the edge. I begin to beg and plead for release. You smile as your caress drives me closer and closer. Your fingers slowly run across the welts driving the heat throughout my body and making my back arch. I moan loudly as I pant, my body quaking through ragged breaths. You slowly run one finger up the middle of my back sending shivers through me, and upon reaching my neck, you bring your lips to the nape of my neck, kissing gently. Leaning against me, you wrap your hand around me placing your hand upon my neck. caressing it softly. While your other hand reaches around to pull me to you, you tilt my head and bite my neck. "Now My pet" you say against me and my body explodes; the passion that has been building flowing out all at once. You squeeze me close feeling the tremors spreading throughout my body. My body shaking against you as wave after wave runs through me, pummeling me like the surf during a storm. Each wave making my body quake from within. You whisper softly against my neck "you are Mine, now and forever, I love you My precious". "Thank you" I say as I crumble against you sobbing happily "Yours forever Master, I love you." "You are welcome My love" he says as he smiles down at her as he holds her tightly. Awakenings The midday sun was high and relentless in the still blue Mediterranean sky when I woke sometime around noon. From the vantage point of my bed I could see snatches of the day through the light billowing curtains that danced with the breeze through the ever open blinds. The air was heavy and though I slept without clothes on white linen sheets I felt incredibly warm and stifled. There was little the cool notes of sea breeze that sometimes pricked the stifling air could do to abate me. For a moment it would relive me, it's invisible chill cooling my young naked body, but the choking heat remained. I sat up crossed legged on the bed and swept my damp blond fringe from my anxious face. It was going to be another frustrating day. For the past seven days I was having increasingly erotic dreams. I knew not what they meant or why I was having them, but they haunted me in daytime as much as the night, and I knew not how to appease the frighteningly sensual burning that remained. I knew little of sex. The mechanics I could comprehend, but desire, passion and the pleasure that two bodies in rapture could attain were alien to me. My education had been learned watching animals mating on the farm. Making babies, that's all sex meant to me, a means to an end. How, I wondered, could pleasure be derived from so base a function? Thirsty and fatigued I walked yawning into the small kitchen of my parents holiday apartment. From the window I could see children playing by the pool side, laughing and merry beneath the faultless summer sky. I drank a glass of water then pulled on some panties and a little white vest that were thrown carelessly over the back of a chair. I strode out onto the modest balcony wiping perspiration from my brow and looked down at the people having fun. My parents were amongst them, spread out on sun loungers at the far side of the pool. I waved over to them but they did not respond, asleep no doubt at this time of the afternoon. I drank some more water then went back inside to the bathroom to pee. Before I sat down I splashed my face with water to cool me down. My hair was stuck to the sides of my face, uncombed and matted, and my arms and legs glistened with perspiration. I desperately needed to cool down. Off came my panties and vest as I sat on the loo, my intention to shower before joining Mom and Dad below. As I waited I looked down at my body, the vessel that bore the weight of the sensual curse that came to me at night. I was lithe and supple, a slip of a thing both skinny and awkward yet as pretty and endearing as a young doe. Again I thought of the dreams I was having and that unknown intensity of needing something returned. Shocking, perverse, sexy dreams, there was I naked doing things with men I had not yet known, touching, kissing caressing them in places I had not yet seen. Under men, above men, sometimes two men, their things inside me, in my mouth. I was ecstatic in them all, ravished, overcome, a lover and supremely rude . My body was used selfishly by men, but I used the men equally for a sequential demonstration of pleasure and lust. There I was, thrown into such shapes I was convinced my body could not endure, but remaining always pliable to my perversions. The men left me glowing, satisfied, trembling with pleasure, but only in my dreams. For when I awoke I was frustrated and confused and not a little ashamed of the perversions my thoughts had entertained. A few feet opposite from the loo was the bidet. I had not known what it was for when we first arrived, and when I was told of it's purpose I wrinkled up my nose and gagged. But still it remained a n object of curiosity for me. I reached down and brusquely hit the switch that turned it on. An arc of water gushed out of the nozzle with great force, splashing over the far rim of the ceramic bowl. I stared at it a while as if hypnotized, then curiosity got the better of me and I turned round so my bottom loomed above the water then sat down upon it. I gasped as I was instantly taken at how pleasurable it felt to have the force of the water stimulate my ripe buttocks. It was wonderful. I squat down and let the strong liquid finger interfere between my peachy cheeks, pleasuring the mouth of my ass. God, it was amazing! I didn't know why I liked what I felt but it felt good, and the water between my buttocks was doing strange but lovely things to me. It felt as if all the frustration and desire I carried with me would somehow be fulfilled if I remained on the bowl. I leaned forward, my head on my knees, and closed my eyes. Feeling behind me blindly I hit the switch again and turned the pressure of the bidet up to full power. I gasped (or did I moan?) as the increasing intensity of the water pleasuring my behind sent me giddy with feeling, with vibrant spasms of delight emanating from within my porcelain buttocks that wriggled as if to bear down on the water. My head was then further between my legs to fully expose my self to the ceaseless caresses of the water, and when my ass slipped on the ceramic edging the water brushed against the tip of my sex. I moaned for sure this time in delight as this unknown pleasure consumed me. Purposely this time I raised my ass off the bowl to allow the water to further pleasure my sex. There was something going to happen to me that I could not control, nor did I want to, like an itch that needs to be scratched, but to satisfy the itch I knew I had to open my sex completely to the water. I shifted round on the bidet so I faced the wall behind, water splashing my thighs and belly as I straddled the bowl as I would later sit upon a man. My thighs seemed to part of their own accord so at last my sex was completely exposed to the loving water. The spray of the water like a hose on my intimacy was almost intolerable such was the overwhelming sense of pleasure it gave. Without thought I moved my hips slowly in a gentle grind to heighten the intensity of feeling on my sex, then reached down to part the open lips of my flower to the passionate water. I thrust and delighted with the intensity and passion of a woman making love to a man, but I was making love to the water. With my sex open to full stretch and my breasts shaking I was in the heights of passion, moaning inconceivably and mouth wide open. Just then I cried out as in a heartbeat I attained my critical juncture, the water coaxing me to orgasm as it lapped relentlessly at my virgin sex. Anxious and bewildered by the changes of sensation in my body I nonetheless pursued my unknown denouement, the water now flesh and blood ravaging my helpless body. Then, as if a switch had been turned inside me in the midst of all this passion I felt a balloon of pleasure explode inside my womb and at last I came for the first time, the climax aggressive and prolonged as the water pleasured me in a way I had not been able to satisfy for myself. Then it was over, as quickly almost as it had begun. I remained on the bowl for a short time, panting, elated, my hands gripping the bowl and the water still licking my thighs as I tried to comprehend what had happened to me. Then I recognized myself now from my dreams and knew my frustrations were over. I was almost a woman. Finally I stood up limply , and with a flick of the switch the water ceased to be my lover. With trembling steps I made my way to shower after my moment of unexpected passion. That was not the end of my affair with the water. I repeated this episode throughout the holiday, and indeed my life. But at that moment, after I had showered and put swimsuit on, it was a different girl who had joined her parents at the poolside under the Menorcan sun. Awakenings Carol looked at the paper in her hand. He'd told her to be there at 7:00 P.M. and to not be late. She'd left her home in plenty of time, so it came as no surprise that she was there 15 minutes early. Her long, slim fingers were clean of all polish and her face was clear of all make-up, just like he'd told her it needed to be. She was supposed to come to him clean and she was, even her hair was free of the usual chemicals she used on them. Alan first saw Carol two months ago; they'd been inseparable ever since. Wednesday night they'd made love for the third time in their relationship; now he wanted to introduce her to what he hoped she'd enjoy. He told her that night she was to come to his place free of all inhibitions and with an open mind. He'd given her his apartment number as well as directions, and now he stood looking at her from his balcony. "God she's beautiful," he whispered. At that moment she looked up and saw him, their eyes locked and he stared down at her. Something told Carol that this evening was just the beginning, the beginning to a new self-awareness and she felt as if a flock of butterflies had been let loose inside her. "I belong to him," she thought, wondering how she ever made it in life without him. She shivered as she made her way through the building until she reached his door. Carol was surprised when she stood before a closed door, she assumed he be there to greet her, but he wasn't. She knocked and waiting, wondering if perhaps he had to use the restroom before he opened the door. Alan heard her knock and looked at the time. His fingers itched to touch her again, but he would have to start this evening out correctly so he sat there watching the television and ignored the second then third knock. Carol screwed up her face and leaned against the wall of the hallway. A young woman and her boyfriend walked by and looked at Carol, an odd expression on the man's face. Carol watched them leave and saw the man bend down and whisper something in his girlfriend's. The girl turned around and said a bit louder then a whisper the word "pet?" Carol could tell by the girl's voice that the boyfriend hadn't explained something to his lady friend and when the couple left she found herself curious as to why the man had groaned and hurried his friend along. Looking at his watch he saw the time hit 7:00 and he opened the door to his apartment. "Hello. 7:00 on the dot," he said. Carol smirked, "Hello... umm yeah. 7:00." She shook her head in confusion, but said nothing else, nor did she mention the couple she'd seen. She was just glad to be with him. They could feel the electricity running between them, neither spoke as he stepped away to let her enter the room. Carol's heart beat rapidly as she felt his arms surround her. He pulled her close, kissed her deep, and pressed her back against the now closed door. His tongue moved over her lips, down her chin, her neck, the dip of her chest that was exposed by the cut of her blouse. He tasted her flesh, smelled the perfume of her body; the natural scents of her aroused him. His fingers tore at the buttons of her blouse; he was too hungry to wait. Pulling the sides apart with his hands, the sound of tearing fabric filled the room. "You're mine," he growled before ripping the clasp apart on the front of her bra. The twin globes sprang free, the nipples hard and full. Carol whimpered, watched his mouth take in one of her pink pearls, and felt her body attempt to slide down. "Yes," she muttered, her fingers moved to his hair. She held him close. She felt the bite of his teeth; the tearing and pulling of her flesh brought a moan to her lips. "Alan," she gasped. "I can't wait." Alan looked up, his features changing slightly, but not enough to startle her. "You have to wait . . . that is what tonight is all about . . . waiting. Learning and waiting Carol. You'll learn to wait. I'll teach you how." He stepped back, took her hand, and led her through his apartment, making sure to show her the lay out. When they arrived at the bedroom, he sat on the bed and stared at her. "Strip for me," he demanded, his voice not frightening, yet full of demand. Carol smirked, "Gladly." She finished taking off the tattered shirt and torn bra. Her fingers ran over her nipples and she tweaked one. Before she could tweak the other, Alan was gripping her wrist. "No," he told her. His voice was stronger, more demanding, and a shiver ran through her. She cocked her head and a look of questioning crossed her face. "From now on I tell you when you can touch yourself. Agreed?" Alan watched her lips pucker as she thought of what he'd said. She knew she'd liked the feeling that ran through her, as well as the firm, forceful grip he had on her wrists. "When we're together? Or always?" she asked. She was curious as to the "rules" of this little demand he'd asked of her. "Always. I'll let you know when it is okay to touch yourself. I travel a lot, so there will be times I'll allow it, but I will have to give you permission first," he told her. He waited for her agreement and when she accepted his rule he released her wrist and moved back to sit on the edge of the bed. "Finish," he told her. Carol smiled. Her fingers slipped to her waist and curled into the waist band of her denim shorts. She unsnapped the button and slid the zipper down. Her finger slipped over the bald mound of her sex, and she pressed against it, no panties blocked her path of exploration. He'd seen her face change from the seductress stripping for her lover to one that showed a hint of pleasure. Again he was up and pulling her hand away from her body. "Did you forget already slut?" Alan wanted to feel the place where her hand had been, but he waited for her reaction to his words. A flash of indecision and then excitement coursed through Carol as she was forced to feel shivers of another type of desire roll over her. "Slut?" she whispered, her brow lifted, her pulse raced. She'd been called that before, but it never had this effect on her. She felt a bead of moisture slip from her sex. "Aren't you?" he asked. Alan wanted her so much, but he also knew she was headstrong, not easily bent, and not easily broken. He didn't want her broken, but he did want her to bend. His sex was aching to slide into her slick folds, but he knew he wanted and needed her to give herself over to him. The shudder that passed through her caused her whole body to shake slightly. Another bead of juice freed itself from her pussy. "Only yours Alan," she whispered, licking her lips in anticipation for more. "Only yours." "Sir," he told her. "I'm Sir now. When we make love, I'm Alan. When we fuck, I'm Sir. Understood?" "Yes Sir," Carol knew this first time was going to be fucking and she grew more heady with lust. "And what am I?" she asked him. "Slut and Carol?" she rolled her eyes at him. Alan's other hand grabbed her chin and pulled her face close to his. He glared at her. "Don't disrespect me, slut. You're Alan's slut and you're only Carol when I say your name, other wise you're always Alan's slut when we are screwing, understood?" Alan's cock strained against his slacks. He would need her to relieve him of the pressure soon, but he couldn't right now. He had to wait and see how far he could go this first time. She'd not given him head yet, but all day he'd been wanting it, wanting to see her mouth take him in and swallow his seed. "Yes Sir," she whispered, her fingers curled into fists at her sides. No fear was evident in her face, body, or thoughts. If someone were to look at the couple, they would only see pure hunger raging through them both. "Good . . . now what's my name?" he asked. "Sir." "And yours?" "Alan's slut." "Wonderful," he told her, released her, and sat back down on the bed. "Finish," he demanded. He watched her bend down and slip her sandals from her feet. Her toenails were clean of polish and he smiled in appreciation, knowing she'd followed his first request to the letter. He knew her skin would be free of all perfumes except ones that God gave her as well as the ones they created together. When Carol removed the shorts and stood before him naked, she waiting for his next request. She ached to slip her fingers inside her moist cunt and show him how wet she was, but she didn't. She obediently kept her hands to her sides. Alan drank her in. He stood up and walked around her, admiring her full body. She wasn't the slimmest girl he'd dated, but to Alan she was the most beautiful and the sexiest woman alive. She had brown hair that fell to her hips, often kept it in a braid, but for him she'd left it free to cascade in waves down her back. Her eyes were the color of blue bachelor buttons. He loved her eyes. Her skin was dotted with freckles; her breasts were large, full, and very heavy. He loved those as well. Her stomach wasn't small; it too was full, but he didn't care. He loved her. Alan had fallen deeply for the woman that now bared her body for him, exposing her imperfections, and giving him her trust completely and fully. Carol felt subconscious as Alan walked around her. When he faced her again, the blush was no longer a raging pink, but a flaming red. She bit her lip and lowered her head, almost afraid to see the look of disgust in his eyes. He'd not seen her like this. When they made love, it was dark; she insisted on it. They were in her apartment, the lights were off, and she was usually already under the covers when he came to her side. Now she was here, fully open and on display for him. "My God Carol," he whispered, losing his dominance for a moment to appreciate her openness. "Beautiful," he kissed her lips and stepped back from her. "Don't hide yourself from me ever again. We make love with the lights on, candlelight, moonlight, sunlight . . . I don't care, but you'll never hide this from me again. Understood?" His eyes flashed with a mixture of hunger and anger, anger at her denying him the pleasure of looking at her body. Carol's heart exploded at that moment and she felt as beautiful as the words he'd spoken. She smiled and agreed, "Yes baby." "What?" he asked, his voice returning to the demanding one of earlier. A spark shot through Carol and her head snapped to attention as did her body. "Yes Sir," she countered with respect. "Good, now undress me," he told her. He sat down on the bed and watched her bend to her knees and work the strings of his shoes free. Alan placed his hands on her head and combed his fingers through her hair as she removed each shoe and then each sock. She sat back on her legs and waited for him to stand. Alan stood and Carol's fingers moved to his belt. She rose up to her knees, worked free the clasp and leather, pulled it from the loops, and was about to toss it to the side when she heard Alan's demanding "give it to me." She looked up, saw his outstretched hand. Her head cocked to one side, but she did as he'd ordered. She saw him toss it to the bed and she thought of him using it on her. A drop of moisture slipped from her folds as erotic images played on her mind. "Slut . . . you have a job to do," he told her, his voice reaching through the lustful fog that kept growing. "Yes Sir," she said. Her fingers released the snap of his jeans, the zipper began its journey down, and the black boxers were soon the only thing covering her lover's hard cock. Carol licked her lips in anticipation of having his shaft buried inside her and she wondered how long he'd make her wait. He stepped free of the denim. She took his boxers in her hands and pulled them down. His cock jerked free of the cotton and leapt toward her. Carol stood to remove his shirt, but Alan pushed her back to the floor. "You're not finished yet," he told her. Carol looked up and then back to his swollen cock. "Sir," she said. "I've never done that to anyone." Alan could have grabbed her at that moment, plunged into her sex, and never looked back. He hadn't been her first lover in the sense of intercourse, but he would be her last. Knowing she'd never taken another into her mouth added to his aroused state and he fought a battle inside not to abandon this lesson of submission and just take her at that moment, claiming her as his property. "I'm glad to hear that Carol. You will learn." He watched her smile and she stared back at his stiff rod. His hand took it and gripped the shaft. His other hand moved from her shoulder to her head and he closed the distance that separated the two lovers. "Open your mouth and take my cock." Carol did as she was told. Her mouth opened and she bent her head down over the rigid member. Her tongue pushed the tip in further and soon she had his swollen sex enveloped in her warmth. She felt his fingers tighten on her head and then he began to lift her head up and down on the firm tool. Carol understood and she mimicked his movement; soon the pulling on her hair eased and she rolled her lips and tongue over his cock. His shaft was on fire. Her virgin mouth was devouring him. It was like her mouth had been designed with him in mind. She was like a present waiting to be discovered. Alan could feel her gaining knowledge on how to please him and he shuddered in anticipation for more lessons. He could come now just knowing his seed would be the first she'd ever drank, but he wanted more of her mouth on him so he stilled her movements with one word. "Stop," he told her. Carol whimpered. She didn't want to stop. She was so wet. She was dripping everywhere. "Sir?" she looked up at him, her eyes not understanding. "Please Sir, I would like to continue." Alan closed his eyes, rolled his head from side to side, easing the tension he was forcing on himself. "You may . . . first you need to suck my balls slut," he told her. He cupped them and lifted them to her. She didn't hesitate for a moment. Carol would have done anything he'd asked just as long as she got that wonderful cock back in her mouth. Her tongue pushed the small marbles back and forth, teasing each one with firm strokes. As Carol gained knowledge in what she did, she worked with more passion in an attempt to hear more growls of approval from his lips. "My cock, bitch," he shouted. "Yes, oh God yes Sir," she grabbed his shaft, rammed it into her mouth and began to move her head up and down. Carol moved faster than she had earlier. Alan watched her take him deeper each time. He could feel the seeds of his sex building and he knew he'd empty his fluids into her. Grabbing her hair he jerked her off his dick. "Drink my seed slut " he grunted. A wave of heat ran over her and she pushed his sex back into her mouth. Carol groaned over his shaft, sucking, and stroking with her tongue and mouth. She wanted to taste the hot gift that belonged to her lover. She felt her mouth try and gag on his rod, but she refused it. She was supposed to take him, drink him. He'd told her to. She was determined to ride out the awkwardness and accept his gift. Angling her head and making a slight adjustment with her jaw eased the burden of his cock. "Oh fuck," Alan said. When her virgin mouth deep throated his cock, he felt the electric bolt shoot through him. His balls tightened and his seed shot out. He forced her head further down, made her take all the hot liquid and swallow it. "Drink it slut," he gasped as he came. The shot of come surprised her, the thought of it made her gag in natural disgust, but also brought a thrill to her. Knowing she was pleasing him only added to the pleasure and she kept sucking his cock. He gave her more of his liquid silk and she relished it. Her senses adjusted to the taste and she hungered for more. He'd ordered her to drink him and Carol could think of nothing that tasted more pleasant then her Master's come. That was what he was she realized. He was her Master, her Sir. She belonged to him. Alan lifted her head from his softened cock and stroked her cheeks. "You've pleased me," he told her. "I will give you something . . . a reward." He slid his fingers over her lips and felt her tongue lick the pads of his fingers. "What do you want?" Alan asked while he moved his fingers back to her hair and combed them through it. "I want to kiss you, Sir," her voice was meek, but her eyes, hungry. "Kiss me my slut," he told her. Carol stood up on shaky legs and for a moment she wasn't sure if they would support her or not. When she was steady, she leaned in, not yet touching him, unsure if she were allowed to or not. She pressed her lips to his and he opened his mouth, welcoming her tongue. Together they danced slowly, each muscle stroking the other. She gave him the taste of his sex and he drank it, loving the flavor of his arousal and her mouth. The kiss ended and Carol sighed. "Wow," she whispered before stepping back. Alan smiled at her, ran a finger down her cheek, and over her lips again. "I want more." "Oh God," she shivered in desire. "Yes Sir . . . I too want more. I need it very much," she said. Her fingers moved to his shirt and she looked at him. "May I continue to undress you?" she asked. "Yes . . . while you do, I will tell you the next rule," he stood still for her, allowing her to undo a couple of buttons before speaking to her again. "I'm going to eat you out slut." He smirked when she trembled in desire. He could smell her excitement and he wanted to taste it. "While I eat you . . . you can't come." She stilled and looked at him. One button was all that remained, yet she was frozen as she tried to comprehend what he meant. "I can't come?" she asked, not sure she'd heard him correctly, or hoping she hadn't. "That's right," he said. "I will tell you when you can come. If you come without my permission there will be a punishment." He stared into her eyes and refused to ease up on his demanding glare. Carol bit her lip, "I'll try not to." Alan grabbed her hair and pulled her against him. "You'll not try, you'll do it You won't come unless I tell you to do you understand me." He twisted her hair and grabbed her slick pussy. He stroked her cunt hard, found her clit, and squeezed it between his fingers. "You're so close aren't you slut? So close to coming right now, just the thought of my tongue fucking your pussy would be enough to make you come wouldn't it?" he growled into her ear as he pushed a finger between the slick folds of her sex. Carol whimpered, not from pain, the stinging in her scalp from the initial pull on her head was long gone and replaced by want. "Yes Sir," she whimpered. "I'll not come unless you tell me," she gasped out. "Good." Alan released her hair and her sex. He shook inside, his blood boiling, and when she whimpered he knew it was because he'd stopped touching her. He watched her return to the task at hand and free the final button from his shirt. Her fingers moved the fabric away from his body and it fell to the floor. Alan stood in front of her as naked as she was and he allowed her to drink him in. Her blue eyes moved over his strong shoulders, his full chest, and the small pouch of excess weight on his stomach. The small pouch was slowly disappearing from the workouts at the gym where they'd met. She didn't care; she saw only him. Alan was a man that also let himself open for her inspection. Carol wasn't stupid, she knew that men had issues just like women and now her lover was giving her another gift, whether he knew it or not. He was giving her . . . him. She smiled as she looked over what he would call imperfections. Small scars cris-crossed his legs and she moved around him. She noticed his ass showing signs of tightening the once flabby muscles. His back showed hard muscles newly formed from the vigorous weights he lifted every few days. She finished her inspection of her Master and returned to face him. "Thank you," she said. Awakenings Priyanka looked around her room one last time before shutting her suitcase. This was it; she was finally leaving home to go to college. She was excited to begin a new life in a new place, have new experiences, and meet new people. Priyanka had received a scholarship to go to out of state college in New York City. Her family had moved to the USA from Mumbai, India when she was a little girl and had lived in the southern state of Texas. While she loved her life in Texas, she longed for the Northeast where she had heard that life was a lot more cosmopolitan, like her childhood town on Mumbai. She was looking forward to walking in downtown Manhattan with friends, going to the local coffee shops, and of course also to studying in one of the best universities of the country. Priyanka flew directly into JFK airport in New York City, and then took a taxicab to the university. Curiong the cab ride, one of the biggest difference she saw was that every where she looked there were people of all races. Unlike Texas, there were Hispanics, Orientals, African American, and Indians. Lots and lots of Indians, which completely thrilled her. She had been assigned her room in the dorms and her parents had insisted that she live in the all-girl dorms. She didn't now who her roommate was going to be but hoped that she would be someone nice. Priyanka went into the dorm and registered herself with the Dorm Director and then proceeded into the room. She opened the door and was not surprised to see half the room already decorated as she was just told that her roommate had checked-in the night before. What did surprise her was the fact that the room was decorated with Indian décor. She looked at the door of her room and saw that her roommates name was Jaya and in her hurry to come into her room, Priyanka had missed the name completely. She really hoped that Jaya would be a nice girl since she really didn't want to have a difficult relationship with a fellow Indian. Priyanka started unpacking and setting up her side of the room. As it started to get dark, her room door opened and in walked in Jaya. Both girls looked at each other and instant broke into a wide smile. "Hi!" they both said enthusiastically and in typical Indian fashion just gave each other a hug. All walls of formality instantly disappeared. They immediately hit it off, and after a few moments of pleasantries, Jaya started helping Priyanka unpack. They talked for hours and Priyanka told Jaya about herself and her family back in Texas. Jaya shared that she was an international student and her family was still in Mumbai. Hearing that Priyanka jumped up with delight. "I was born there," she said entusiastically. "This is so wonderful. You have to tell everything about it. I haven't been there is ages." "No wonder you're so beautiful, your a mumbian!" Jaya said. "One thing you have to know that Mumbai is the most happened place in India. Just remember that and everything will be fine because we Mumbaians take our city very seriously." She added with an air of pride. "Ok madam." Priyanka said in mock seriousness. "And you should be the one to talk about my looks, have you looked in the mirror lately? You should be in Bollywood. speaking of which, have you seen all the movie actors and actresses? After all Bollywood is in Mumbai right?" "Yea I've seen a few" Jaya said with a laugh. "What are you laughing about?" Priyanka asked. "Well you are only the tenth person to ask me that in two days." Jaya replied with another laugh. The girls continued to ask and the comfort they felt with each other surprised both of them. "I hope I'll be able to settle down here." Jaya said with a bit of apprehensiveness in her voice. "I know people do it all the time, but I tend to get a bit homesick now and then. I mean I've never stayed away from my family. My older sister went got her degree in Mumbai so I'm the first one to leave home." "Well this is my first time away from home too. I'm sure we can help each other time in time of need. That's what friends do right?" Priyanka said back with little bit of encouragement. "Right." Jaya cheered back up. Priyanks then looked at Jaya and said "I'll make a deal with you, you tell me all about India and Mumbai and I'll help u get acclimated in the US." "Deal!" said Jaya and the two girls hugged again. Priyanka and Jaya friendship grew as time went by. Both were very good natured and had a lot in common. Priyanka let her talk to her family back in Texas who invited her over whenever Priyanka few back home. Jaya's parents in India were very happy to hear that their daughter was living with an Indian girl. While the girls did not have the same majors, they did share a few classes the first semester. So the girls studied together and helped each other out with homework. Priyanka was amazed at how smart Jaya was and often looked at her in admiration. Jaya on the other hand was always on awe of Priyanka's confidence. When they hung out together on weekends, and went out together with friends, to college parties and sometimes even explored the city, Priyanka was always the leader and true to her word she help Jaya get acclimated to like in the US. Priyanka introduced Jaya to her first taste of alcohol which the girls enjoyed in the privacy of their rooms. Both of them got pretty buzzed and ended up having a pillow fight in their pajamas. When the university shut down for Christmas break in December, Priyanka took Jaya back to Texas to meet her family. Priyanka parents welcomed Jaya with open arms. Their second semester was just as good as the first one. Their friendship continued to grow and soon they had become inseparable except when they were in classes. When the semester ended, Jaya went back to India and Priyanka went home. They kept in touch through emails and chats and updated each other regularly on what was happening in their lives. They also realized how much they missed each other. It was apparent that an unmentioned emotional bond had formed between the two and the day wouldn't be complete if they didn't chat for at least a little bit ever night. Both were looking forward to the fall to return college, and in September their reunion was like that of school girls and not college women. There was screaming, and hugging, and giggling, and jumping. Such was their friendship. They were always there for each other in good times and bad moods; through laughter and tears; through aggravation of school, and homesickness. They weren't friends, they were they were best friends, and if genetics wasn't a factor, they would be sisters.. The following October Priyanka and Jaya were invited to a Halloween party organized by the University's Indian association and both decided to dress up as Indian brides. It sounded like a great idea since it would be excellent opportunity to show their culture off to the Americans and also fulfill the purpose of a costume. The girls applied mehendi (henna) to their hands and feet (Jaya was very good at this did most of the work). They wore their most formal dresses which comprised of a short embroidered blouse with a long full length skirt accompanied with the ghoongat (Veil). This latest fashion allowed their midriff to be bare so both girls added thin gold waist chain to the jewelry that they had which they wore just below their navel. While not as grand as the real bridal jewelry, the girls augmented their dresses by putting on the Teekas (forehead jewelry), rings, bangles, bracelets and anklets. When the finished dressing, Priyanka got her camera out and started taking Jaya's picture. "Hey let me take yours. You look gorgeous, dear." Jaya said gleefully. "If this was your wedding day, your husband would have gone nuts." "Yea well" said Priyanka not to be out done, "If this was your wedding night, you husband would consider himself a very lucky man." Jaya simply blushed at the comment and started laughing. Priyanka was taller of the two at 5'6 and had a slim figure. She wasn't very big-chested and sported average 34 b cups and a thin waist and slightly rounded butt. She had shoulder length black hair and was of wheatish complexion. Jaya was a couple of inches shorter and was more rounded. She was fairer than Priyanka so her mehendi really stood out in start contrast to her green eyes. She also had a fuller figure with 36c cups, and a rounded butt. The long hair ended just an inch above her lower back. Both the girls had very sweet faces and tonight both looked like exquisite brides. Priyanka had bought a used car this year so they drove to the party which was being held in a banquet hall. When the girls walked in, almost every head, male and female, turned to look at them. Jaya turned to Priyanka and whispered, "I thinks our costumes as a hit." Soon the girls were surrounded by guys asking them for a drink and dance. Being more experienced and knowledgeable in such situations, Priyanka had instructed Jaya to stay close to her. She knew that parties like these were almost like hunting grounds for horny boys and not being naive she knew that both the girls would be a prize catch for any guy. Within moments both the girls were dancing with two very handsome guys. Once was dressed as a European Count and the other as a rock star. The music and atmosphere was lovely, and the guys kept bringing them drinks on the dance floor. Both the girls were very conservative in their drinking since they didn't want to get in trouble or be taken advantage off. Soon the foursome found a corner booth and started to relax and talk. The guys were really charming and both Priyanka and Jaya were enjoying the company of their respective "dates". Once the music started to pick up again, Jaya's date took her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor again. Soon they were dancing out of sight while Priyanka was busy chatting with her. She could feel herself being attracted to his charm and the more they talked the closer they got to each other. He kept praising her beauty and his words were like sweet nectar. The more she heard his manly voice the more she could feel being pulled to him. This man was someone special she thought since he was arousing her without a single touch. As he leaned closer, Priyanka arched her face forward and closed her eyes. His lips were soft on hers and he gave a gently suck on them pulling her lips even more. He placed his hand on her face gently and parted his lips. Priyanka responded in kind and they kissed a bit more passionately. He placed his arm behind her back and gently pulled her closer to him and kissed her again. Priyanka was enjoying his musky aroma, his lips and she could feel herself get very aroused. Her body was responding the way any woman's would and she could feel her neck started to warm up very intensely. Her breasts were starting to get warm and she could feel her pussy start to tingle. She felt her lips part more and could feel his tongue exploring her mouth and Priyanka felt her tongue get a life of its own. The kissing became more and more zealous and suddenly her woman's instinct kicked in and she broke the kiss with a jerk, leaving both of them panting for breath and looking flushed. Trying to catch her breath Priyanka looked around the dance floor and couldn't see Jaya. She looked for a few moments and then decided to check up on her friend feeling a bit guilty for forgetting about her. She excused herself and walked into the dance floor and still didn't see her. Getting a bit concerned she went to the ladies room with no luck. She tried Jaya's cell phone and still no response. Now getting very worried, her own horniness forgotten, she went outside to the parking lot and asked around and fortunately found an attended seeing a girl dressed like Priyanka go into the parking lot with a guy. Running frantically, she saw that Jaya's date in the car with Jaya, and when she got to the car, she was shocked to see that he had his hand up her skirt, she we kissing Jaya's neck and Jaya had tears on her face. She also seemed to be on the verge of passing out from the alcohol and was in no position to fend off her aggressor. Priyanka completely lost her temper and banged on the door. "Get the fuck out you bastard." She yelled. "I'm calling the cops" "Holy shit!" the guys turned and opened the door and got out. Priyanka took one look at Jaya's state and slapped the guys with all her might. Without waiting for anything, she pulled a sobbing Jaya from his car and immediately walked to her own, which happened to be parked nearby. Priyanka drove straight back to her dorm, while Jaya continued to cry hysterically. When they got back, Priyanka took Jaya in her arms and helped her walk back to their room. Jaya had stopped sobbing but her tears were still streaming down her cheeks. Priyanka opened their door and helped Jaya to her bed and locked the door again. Jaya couldn't stop crying as she lay down and turned on her side and pulled up her knees. It was such a sad site to see Jaya dressed and adorned as a bride and crying her eyes out. Priyanka walked to her and lay down next to Jaya spooning her and placed her arm across her pulled her closer. "It's ok my dear, its ok." She said softly. "I'm here; no one's going to hurt you now. Shhhhhh, my dear, I'm here, I'm here" Jaya took comfort in her friend touch which was a lot more loving than the ones she had just so horribly experienced. She closed her eyes and tried to forget his face and slowly allowed herself to melt into her friend's safe embrace. This was not the way tonight was supposed to be, it was going so well until he turned out to be such a creep. She felt so stupid when she trusted him enough to get into his car. She was getting cold talking and walking with him and he suggested they warm up in the car. The more she thought, the angrier she got. She was just relieved that Priyanka came for her. She could never forget that and she felted blessed that Priyanka had been her angel. Still decked up in their jewelry the girls looked like a work of art, laying down together with ones arms draped over the other. Jaya had started to calm down a little and Priyanka started rubbing her hand over Jaya's bare arm. She stopped crying and soon was breathing normally again. Priyanka shifted to get off the bed but Jaya held her hand. "Please stay with me." She whispered. "I'm just going to change." Priyanka said soothingly "No, please don't leave." Jaya asked again. "I need you here, please." Priyanka obliged and placed her hand over Jaya's tummy. Jaya pushed back into her even more as if trying to hide herself in Priyanka's warm arms. Priyanka could feel her breasts being pushed back into her chest and her face was right by Jaya's neck. The girls were in a perfect lovers embrace. Jaya's perfume smelled wonderful and Priyanka closed her eyes as the aroma slowly filled her senses. Unconsciously she slowly started to move her hand in small movements over Jaya's tummy. She felt her fingertip making slow circles around Jaya's belly button, trailing her waist chain and Jaya's sighed slowly in response. Maybe it was the unquenched arousal with her date, or the drinks she had had, or the fact that Jaya was an very beautiful bride, Priyanka for the first time in her life felt her self getting aroused with another female. Not just another female, but Jaya, her best friend. She always felt close to Jaya and thought Jaya was a wonderful, beautiful and sexy woman, but she had never consciously fantasized about her. Jaya too could feel Priyanka finger on her bare skin which was now slowly moving up and down her tummy from the end of the blouse to the start of the skirt. Jaya was a virgin and had never been touched intimately (other than the gruesome incident a few hours earlier) so she was surprised at how natural, comfortable and good it felt. She felt safe and comfortable in Priyanka's arms and right now that's all that mattered. Feeling Jaya relax even more, and simply giving into her natural need, Priyanka planted a very soft kiss on Jaya's neck. Her lips felt very soft and tender to Jaya, who just closed her eyes and let out an even calmer sigh. Closing her eyes, Priyanka let her instincts guide her and gently licked a small trail on Jaya's exposed neck with her tongue. The sensual warmth of the kiss on Jaya's neck made her shudder once more. Priyanka's arm had slipped from Jaya's tummy and her hand now stroked up and down Jaya's arm. The kisses were gentle and slow, not rough or hard at all, just tender and soft. Jaya shuddered again and her inner fears kept telling to make her stop but her sensuality want not allowing her to. Her body needed to be loved, it was asking for it, begging for it, craving for it, and she could not think of anyone better than Priyanka, her best friend to help her right now. Jaya's blouse had a wide neck, which allowed Priyanka to gently kiss Jaya cross her shoulder and back up to the neck. Jaya turned and faced her best friend who pulled back her arms with a slightly fearful look. "Please, Jaya, don't be angry with me." Priyanka said apprehensively. Jaya took her best friends hand and squeezed it. "No, Priyanka, it's all right. I don't want you to stop." Priyanka's eyes glimmered with passion as she moved closer to Jaya. Slowly her arms encircled Jaya and Jaya's responded in kind. Now there was a warm, sensual body in Jaya's embrace. Slowly, very slowly, Priyanka's lips moved towards Jaya, as their bodies got closes, their breasts pressed each other and their legs begin to intertwine. Jaya's heart pounded like a bass drum, anticipating the moment of that first contact. As their lips met, a charge of incredible sensual force surged through both the girls, making every part of their bodies tingle. "Ohhhh," a moan escaped from both the girls at the same time. Jaya's lips were so unbelievably soft and wet. They were like none Priyanka had ever kissed before. She slid her hand to the back of Jaya's head and pulled it into her as their kiss grew more intense. Her hands slid up and down Jaya's back and into her hair, loosening it. Priyanka could feel her breasts rubbing against Jaya's through the many layers of fabric as she began moving against her. The kiss seemed to go on and on. Priyanka, using her sudden burst of sexual energy, rolled Jaya onto her back and came on top of her and slowly started to moved on her. Both the girls were still dressed in their bridal attire and by the look of lust developing in their eyes, they looked like brides about the experience their wedding night. Jaya opened her legs instinctively and feeling Priyanka slip between them. The gentle thrusting motion of Priyanka's hips created friction against Jaya's panties, which rubbed against her mound, causing her to flush with warmth and moisture. Jaya ran her hands up and down her now lover's back. Jaya slowly brought her arms up and slowly slipped her fingers under Priyanka's blouse. Her mouth broke their long kiss and moaned slightly. Priyanka's blouse was a tight fit so Jaya trailed her finger up to the hooks. She looked at Priyanka for her approval. "Go ahead sweetheart," Priyanka smiled. Priyanka lifted herself above Jaya, driving her pelvis harder against Jaya's pussy and allowed her to unhook the blouse and pull it off. Jaya looked at her best friends bra covered breasts. While the girls had dressed in front of each other, this was the first time she looked at them as sexual objects. While not as big as her own, Priyanka breasts looked extremely erotic. Priyanka has chosen to wear a nude colored lace bra that did nothing to hide her nipples. Priyanka leaned over and whispered into Jaya's ear "please don't stop now." Taking her approval, Jaya unhooked the bra and freed the breasts from their confines. Jaya could see the raised mounds of the breasts and her heart seems to beat faster as she reached up and gently touch one of them. The skin was so soft and smooth, yet firm. The nipples were hard, surprisingly dark and Priyanka gasped as Jaya gently squeezed one of them. She cupped the breast for a moment before letting go. Awakenings Then Priyanka sat up on her knees and pulled Jaya, the new bride up. She slowly reached back and unhooked her blouse. Jaya lifted her arms after a slight hesitation and watched as her blouse got pulled off as well. Not stopping there, Priyanka unhooked the black bra and bared Jaya's breasts which were much bigger and a lot more appealing to her than her own. Jaya's breasts were accentuated by puffy nipples that were slowly turning darker in response to Jaya's arousal. The two girls sat face to face, clad in skirts and their jewelry. Both looked like pictures of goddesses from Hindu scriptures. Both girls knew this was new, unknown and forbidden territory. They were Indian girls, with traditions instilled in them. They were to stay in school, graduate as chaste women and get married in nice Indian households. This was not part of the plan. But the look of love, desire and lust they both could see in each other eyes overtook the look of confusion, apprehension, and shame. Priyanka looked longingly at Jaya's bare breasts and slowly extended her hand and cupped one gently in the palm of her hand. Jaya's breathed in sharply. Priyanka cupped the other breast in her other hand and gently caressed them both, rubbing the nipples in slow circles with her thumbs. "Oh God" Jaya leaned her head back and began to moan softly. Priyanka's hands slipped from Jaya's breasts and slid around her back. She pulled Jaya toward herself and felt both sets of breasts push against each other. Their mouths moved together, hands grasping each other as they caressed their way around their bodies. Priyanka's tongue parted her lips and flicked against Jaya's. Jaya slowly gave into her own desires and parted her mouth. Jaya would feel an electricity go through her as Priyanka invaded her mouth and started to brush against her tongue. Jaya's tongue began to respond by flicking into Priyanka's mouth causing a groan from her lover. Priyanka suddenly broke the kiss and started to kiss Jaya's cheek and then worked her way back to the ear. She traces the soft earlobe with her tongue causing Jaya to let out a soft groan of pleasure. Priyanka's lust grew stronger and she moved down Jaya's neck and ever so gently bit her skin. Jaya wriggled in pleasure against her lover nude chest, breathing in deep gasps. Priyanka moved one hand and gently caressed Jaya's skirt covered ass. Reaching up again, she slowly unhooked the skirt and unzipped the side to loosen in and gently pushed it down Jaya's knees. Priyanka then placed her hand on the newly exposed panties and slowly traced the shape of the panty line with her finger tip, occasionally slipping a finger beneath the elastic to tantalize her lover. Jaya could feel her skin tingle to Priyanka touch. Priyanka other hand reached down to clasp Jaya's left breasts, raising it up so the firm nipples were pointing towards her mouth. Jaya's breast felt heavier to Priyanka which only added to her lust. Jaya prepared herself for this new experience but nothing she knew prepared her for the jolt that seized her body when Priyanka's wet, full lips plunged down her breasts. Jaya could feel the hot, sensual, slightly rough tongue circle her areolas, moving close and close the nub. When it finally brushed across the erect button, Jaya suppressed a scream of pure lust. When Priyanka's teeth clamped lightly onto the nipple, Jaya let it all go. "Ooohh, Priyanka," she groaned, "I love that." Priyanka pleasuring was beyond anything that Jaya could have imagined and Jaya hoped that this was only the beginning. Priyanka buried her face in her lover's breasts, snuggling each one. Suddenly her hands slipped into the sides of Jaya's panties to pull them down. Priyanka's hands grasped Jaya's bare bottom and she pushed Jaya down onto her back, sliding Jaya's panties down. Jaya didn't even have time to react before her naked pussy was revealed to her lover in all its grandeur. Priyanka dropped the panties onto the floor and cast her gaze over Jaya's naked body. Jaya had never been anything even remotely close to this situation and could feel her self blush. She felt embarrassed, but suddenly Priyanka lets out a long, slow breath. "Oh, God, Jaya. You're so beautiful!" Priyanka admired Jaya's naked body with her jewelry still on her hand and feet still covered with the intricate designs of henna. She thought to herself, this is how Jaya will look on her wedding night and felt a tinge of envy for Jaya's future husband. Jaya's pussy was bare with tight closed lips. She looked like the innocent little girl that she was. Priyanka wondered if Jaya had ever masturbated herself. Jaya was too worked up to reply, except to reach for Priyanka's hand, to caress her fingers. Priyanka took Jaya's hands and lead her to the hooks of her own skirt. Jaya took the cue and unhooked and unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to her lover's knees. Then Priyanka took her hand guided it toward the front of her panties. Even before Jaya touched the fabric, she felt the heat radiating from the panties. She also saw a wet spot forming on the crotch. Priyanka placed Jaya's fingers onto the soft bulge in her underwear. She closed her eyes as Jaya gently rubbed the wet silk. Jaya could feel her pubic hair beneath the cloth. Moving further back she felt the bump of the clitoris making Priyanka gasp. A little further back Jaya could feel her slit parting and she pushed the wet material slightly up into her vagina. Priyanka began gyrating her hips and grunting softly at this point. "Oh, Jaya, yes! That's so wonderful!" Jaya pulled her hand away and grabbed the elastic of the panties. She pulled down, rolling the fabric past the top of her pubic triangle. She raised her knees and slowly pulled them off the rest of the way along with the skirt and stood there in all her glory. Unlike her lover's, Priyanka pussy was very hairy. She didn't shave and rarely trimmed her hair there preferring the more natural look. "Oh, my!" Jaya whisper. "Priyanka..." Jaya's hands caressed her lover's hips, unsure what to do next. Slowly Priyanka moved up between Jaya's legs. Jaya complied and she parted them for her, raising her knees. As Priyanka lay forward on top of her, Jaya's hands slid to her back and caressed them. Priyanka's hair cascaded like a waterfall around Jaya's face, creating a curtain hiding her from the rest of the world and only Priyanka's beautiful face, with it's sensual lips moving ever closer towards her own. The feeling of her lover's bare breasts pressing into her own made Jaya breathe deeply, and the new sensation of Priyanka's pussy hair brushing against Jaya's bare pussy caused her to gasp aloud. "Oh, Priyanka," Jaya hissed as Priyanka's hips begin to move, rubbing her mound against hers. Priyanka kissed Jaya again with the passion that was now in full form. For long minutes, maybe even an hour, the two bodies moved together as one. It was a most beautiful scene with the naked bodies of the two girls covered in jewelry with their henna covered hands and legs intertwining in a throw of passion. Jaya moved her hands up and down Priyanka's back often stopping to touch her firm and smooth butt and caress them with her fingers. Occasionally rubbing her finger down her butt crack and pinching the butt on her way up to her back again and losing them in Priyanka's hair. The contact motion of Priyanka pussy started to heat up Jaya's pussy even more, and the pubic hair tickled her clit to the point of teasing but not making her cum. Priyanka could feel her pussy get wetter by the second and could feel her juices ooze out of her and started to trickle down over her clit. Jaya suddenly felt a small trickle of fluid fall into her pussy and realized that Priyanka was leaking her love juices. Jaya could feel the wetness falling down her own slit and mixing with her own juices. This mental image of their love juices becoming one was more than enough blow her mind with unbridled lust. She pinched Priyanka butt with her hand causing Priyanka's pussy to contract more. More pussy juice oozed out and trickled its way down to Jaya's waiting pussy lips. Priyanka broke the kiss and looked into Jaya's lust filled eyes. "Do you want more, Jaya?" Still panting, Jaya gasped a reply. "Yes, Priyanka! Please!!!" Priyanka moved her hands down spreading her fingers across Jaya's breasts, slowly clutching them and kneading them. She pinched the nipples with her fingers just hard enough to make Jaya moan deep in her throat, the way an animal does. Jaya had lost all inhibitions and the animal in her just wanted sexual gratification and she wanted it from Priyanka. Priyanka lowered her mouth to the nipples once more and suckled like a baby. Instinctively Jaya cupped her breasts and Priyanka sucked even harder. She pulled and tugged on the nipple biting it to the point of pain but still giving Jaya immense pleasure. Her efforts were being rewarded as Jaya's pussy was dripping down her thigh and forming a wet spot on the bed. Slowly Priyanka worked her way down from Jaya's breast leaving them tender and moist. She gently planted butterfly kisses on Jaya's flawless skin as she moved down to the inviting pussy. Jaya shuddered every time Priyanka's lips touched her body. Priyanka placed soft kisses all around Jaya's pussy, over the top of her clit, then down the inside of her left leg and up the inside of her right, ever so close to her dripping slit. Jaya quaked and quivered as she was teased over and over near her womanhood in her passion. Jaya raised her hips to show that she wanted more. Priyanka positioned herself between Jaya's legs and wrapped her hands over the tops of Jaya's legs to coax them apart, spreading her already excited labia completely open. Priyanka brushed her lips against Jaya's pussy lips, gently parting them, and then rubbing over her clit. Priyanka moved her lips very slowly up and down Jaya's pussy and teased her clit making Jaya squirm even more. Occasionally she flicked her tongue on the clit or up and down her slit, sending another jolt through Jaya's body and mind. Jaya softly lay her hand on the back of Priyanka's head and whispered her name, her voice husky with the passion she felt. Her lover raised her head and Jaya caressed her cheeks with her fingers. The two lovers connected on an emotional level and both of them said "I love you" at the same time. Priyanka kissed Jaya's fingers and moved her head down to Jaya's awaiting pussy. Jaya screamed out in surprise and pleasure as she felt Priyanka's tongue plunge straight down into her. Priyanka's tongue wriggled its way into Jaya's vagina and her lips pressed on the labia and clit. The sudden explosion of pleasure made Jaya push her pussy harder into Priyanka's mouth. Priyanka pulled her tongue back and began to draw circles around the clit and slowly built up speed. She plunged her tongue again and made Jaya cry out. "Oh Lord, yes! I'm losing my mind!" Jaya could feel a burning sensation in her loins and she pushed her pussy into Priyanka's face again. She started humping her pussy hard and arched her back and she came! "Aaaargghhh!!!! Oh, oh oh!" Jaya managed to say completely out of breath. Priyanka didn't let up and just as Jaya came, she slid a finger into her pussy and the walls contract around it. The pleasure of the invasion strengthened Jaya's orgasm as she bucked with pleasure. "Oh yes!!! Something happening to me!" She panted Priyanka gently bent her finger with much difficulty feeling Jaya's pussy clamp the around the finger and started moving the fingertip back and forth. The finger fucking pushed Jaya over the edge again and she was humping Priyanka's hand like a wild animal. Priyanka could feel her pussy contract on her finger as Jaya came all over her hand. "Priyanka! Oh, god, Priyanka!" Jaya cried out, trying to restrain the volume but finding it difficult. Seeing Jaya lose her complete composure and cum like a wild animal increased Priyanka's lust even more. "Oh yes my darling, let it go, let it all out." Hearing these words of love triggered another explosion inside Jaya's body and mind and she oozed out more of her juices onto her bed, coating Priyanka's fingers and hand. Priyanka continued to pump her hand and whispered sweet words and Jaya came down from a very intense orgasm, the world went blank for while and all she could hear were Priyanka's voice in her head. Jaya opened her eyes, and found Priyanka still between her legs with a broad but very loving smile. Jaya emotions were on a roller coaster and she was bursting with love, affection, and gratitude for her lover, her best friend, her sister. Loosing control, her eyes welled up again, but this time they were out of happiness. "Jaya, my sweet Jaya, please don't cry" soothed Priyanka as she crawled up slowly and slowly took Jaya in her arms comforting her. "Thank you, thank you so much, you are the angel of my life today." Jaya whispered through her tears, and wrapped her arms even tightly against Priyanka, pulling her lovers sensual form even closer to her own body. Jaya had never felt anything like this before. Her whole perception of love and pleasure changed in one night. Never could she has imagined that the person who opened her world to love making would be her own best friend, and now that it happened she couldn't think of any other way that would have made it better. Priyanka gently rolled onto her back as she continued to sooth Jaya who layed her head against the Priyanka's breast. Priyanka didn't say anything but gently caressed Jaya's hair with her finger, bushing off the hair from falling into Jaya's eyes. Feel a nurturing aspect towards Jaya that even surprised her. She wanted to make Jaya happy, to make her feel good, to protect her, to keep her safe. Her own desire and attraction to Jaya surprised her. Jaya found Priyanka breast very soft as she gently traced the supple flesh with her hand. She felt curious about what Priyanka had just made her experience and with a desire to show her gratitude Jaya began to kiss around the areola and nipple. For the first time, Jaya felt the roughness of a woman's nipple in her mouth and the feeling sent tingles thought her. She gently and tentatively licked the nipple and heard Priyanka moan a little. Getting encouraged she kissed the nipple and took it into her mouth. She felt Priyanka's hand go through her hair gently pressing her down, so Jaya started to suck on the nipples taking more of the breast in. She started to give into her instincts and also vaguely remembered what Priyanka had done to her; she gently bit and tugged at the nipple causing Priyanka to start moaning and groaning more insistently. Jaya placed her hand on the Priyanka other breasts and started to caress and massage it she sucked on her lover's tit. Her desires and lust now coming back and taking over the love and gratitude she felt for Priyanka. Priyanka was getting out of control. She needed release and Jaya has doing a wonderful job of reminded Priyanka that she hadn't cum yet. "Jaya! This feel soo god. Please don't stop!" Priyanka groaned. Not wanting to disappoint her lover, Jaya gently began kissing down Priyanka tummy, pausing to lick and suck her navel as a tease. As she moved further down, she started to get the strong scent of Priyanka hairy pussy which was an amazing and very erotic sight. For the first time tonight, Jaya felt a bit of hesitation. She had never considered herself a lesbian; she was an Indian that this was forbidden territory. Jaya looked at Priyanka again who had her eyes closed and felt a new surge of love. Yes this may be taboo, but after what Priyanka had done for Jaya, there was nothing she would do for her. Jaya was going to do this and do it well, for no other reason but to show Priyanka how much Priyanka meant to her. Jaya climbed over and slipped between her lovers legs, scooting her face down until it just above the hairy pussy. Jaya saw Priyanka pussy lips wet and glistening and gently pulsing with desire. Jaya has never appreciated her own pussy until this moment. Seeing Jaya's pussy wet and wanting, aroused her even more. Leaning in she planted a tender kiss her pussy lips and tasted her lover's juices for the first time. Priyanka sighed deeply at the first contact and Jaya kissed again getting more of the juices on her lips. Jaya licked her lips and closed her eyes savoring the salty tangy taste which surprisingly she liked. Wanting more Jaya tenderly licked from the bottom of the slit all the way to the clit collecting more juices on her tongue. As Jaya's tongue licked the aroused clit, Priyanka bucked her hips and started to gently massage her own breasts. She pulled up her legs and spread them to allow Jaya more access. Jaya flattened her tongue over the very wet pussy and started to lick it in earnest. She followed Priyanka's style and plunged her tongue in and felt the heat from within. Wanting to pleasure her lover as much as possible, she gently slid a finger into Priyanka pussy. She felt the slick inner walls of the vagina as she rolled her fingers inside. Priyanka tightened her butt in response and started to rock her hips. "Oh, God, Jaya! Yes, That's feels wonderful!" Priyanka moaned. Jaya's fingers goes into overdrive, and she started pounding her fist against the very wet pussy making sloshing sounds as Priyanka pussy starts to gush her juices out. Priyanka was very close and she was about to lose her mind. She began to scream out her passion as Jaya start sucking on her clit again. Inside she could feel her pussy starting to clench Jaya's finger wanted to cum. She pinched her own nipples and Jaya finger fuck her wet pussy. "Priyanka, Priyanka! I want you to come for me!" Priyanka heard Jaya's encouraging voice. Priyanka growled like an animal out in ecstasy as orgasm swept through her body. She lifted her ass of the bed and could feel her pussy squirt her cum out over Jaya's hand and down her ass crack. She could feel Jaya still finger fucking her relentlessly. "Oh, Priyanka! This is so beautiful! Oh you are so wonderful" She kept saying over and over again. Jaya was amazed at the intensity of Priyanka's orgasm. She kept moving her hand in and out and tip of one of her little finger brushed against Priyanka's asshole and, instinctively she slid it in. The finger only went in a little way, but that was enough to send Priyanka over the edge again and she climaxed for the second time. "Oh, my God!!!" Priyanka gasped Priyanka's moans subsided as her body began to stop quivering and gyrating. The contractions within her body slowly stared to fade away and her breathing calmed down again. Jaya climbed gently on top of her and the two girls hugged each other intertwining their legs henna covered legs. They kissed for a long time gently caressing each other. When they parted they just looked at each other without saying anything. Jaya broke the silence first. "Thank you," She whispered. "Please don't say that." Priyanka whispered back. "Please don't ever say that. I loved every second of tonight, and it made me realize how much you mean how me and how much I love you" She gently caressed Jaya's face. "Oh that's so wonderful to hear. I love you too, and I know that from now and forever, I always will." After a few moments Jaya spoke again. "Now what's going to happen? What are we going to do?" asked Jaya with a look of concern. "I don't know." Replied Priyanka honestly "But I promise you this, whatever happens, whatever we do, we'll do it together." The girl looked at each other, not knowing what the future was going to bring, but they knew that for now, for this moment in time, they loved each other with their whole being and tonight was the first time they realized how much.