0 comments/ 94895 views/ 28 favorites Finding Myself By: krr1957 This story deals with themes of coercion and reluctance in a lesbian setting. If you think that you might be offended please try a different story. Chapter 1 On the flight over from Ireland I had visualized this moment; a hot sultry afternoon watching from the bleachers as the girls practised. It was part of the fantasy that I had fashioned, a typical slice of Americana, but it had metamorphosed into a nightmare. In my head I envisioned myself marking test papers, casting the occasional maternal glance towards my charges; instead, I was desperately trying to loosen the webbing belts that held me fast along the length of the bench. It had happened so quickly. At one moment the girls were unpacking their equipment and then, without a word, they had launched themselves at me. At first I treated it as horseplay but when I took a stronger tone and they still refused to desist I began to panic. My struggles availed me nothing. I was no match for six, athletic, eighteen year olds and, within seconds, I was pushed down onto my stomach as they wound the packaging straps around my body. As always Chloe was the ring leader but she ignored my entreaties as she slowly circled me and cinched the straps tighter still. I tried to remain calm. The main campus buildings were just a quarter of a mile away and, in extremis, I was prepared to yell for assistance. Chloe seemed to follow my train of thought as she paused to look across the field and then, to my total astonishment, she reached beneath her abbreviated skirt and slipped out of her panties. I was so naïve that I could never have contemplated what happened next. With a cruel smile she bent over me and viciously pinched my nose. The pain brought tears to my eyes and caused me to yelp but my cry was immediately stifled as she pushed the bunched cotton deep into my mouth. For a second or two I was shocked numb, after all I was a teacher and she a pupil, and in that time she slipped the sweat band from her wrist and forced it over my head so that it acted as a gag. I was apoplectic but they simply laughed as I struggled against my bindings and tried to scream. The trouble was that the more I did so the damper the panties became and my mouth was filled with an acrid tang. I tried desperately to spit them out but it was an impossible challenge and I made myself calm down to see what would happen next. I suspected that, having humiliated me, they would let me go and so I was surprised when they ambled across the field and began to practise. The college had an official cheerleading squad but Chloe and her friends were disbarred from trying out and so, in an act of open rebellion, they had formed their own. The outfits they had designed for themselves were outrageously skimpy and their routines bordered on the obscene but they were not breaking any rules. They made no attempt to disrupt the official squad on match days but they must have enjoyed hearing the predominantly male crowds shouting out for "Chloe's Kittens". As I lay ignored, growing increasing hot in the glare of the sun, I cast my eyes around for someone to help but most of the faculty was upstate watching the semi-final that was being contested that afternoon. I had little choice other than to bide my time and watch as the girls went through their paces. In so doing it was hard to escape the conclusion that if they could only harness a fraction of the discipline that they displayed on the field and applied it to their studies they would not be failing as consistently as they were now. The sun passed its zenith suggesting that more than an hour had elapsed before they practised their pièce de résistance. It was a perfectly formed human pyramid with Chloe at its summit but, as the others looked up to check her balance, I was reminded that she was naked beneath her skirt. I felt an immediate revulsion and almost gagged on the sodden mass that filled my mouth. It might have seemed an admission of defeat but I was determined that I was going to see Chloe expelled for this stunt. With a loud cheer they finished up and walked back towards me as if nothing untoward was going on. They were all perspiring and drinking bottled water making me conscious of my own thirst. They gathered around me in a loose pack and then Chloe appeared in my line of sight. The temptation to yell at her was strong but I knew that they would only laugh at my muted protest. Instead, I tried to maintain a steely composure letting them know that they had picked on the wrong woman. Chloe seemed unfazed and shocked me when she stepped astride of the bench to which I was bound. With studied deliberation she sat down allowing her skirt to brush my face. My heart began to pound with the knowledge that I was scant inches away from her sex separated only by a barrier of thin red cotton. I told myself not to be stupid. Whatever else this was about there was no sexual motive. Chloe knew, as did the others, that I was engaged to be married. "Are you thirsty?" I did not dignify her question with the obvious answer and simply scowled. She chuckled quietly and then my heart stopped. Her skirt had a velcro fastening and, with a loud rasp, she slowly pulled it undone and let it fall apart. I almost tore my neck muscles as I whipped my head away but not before I had caught a glimpse of her exposed sex. Now, fired with indignation, I did begin to shout but, as I feared, they just laughed. Within seconds the strain of holding my head to one side began to tell and I had no option but to face front. As I did so Chloe tipped her bottle so that a trickle of water ran over her sex and spattered my face. I closed my eyes and held myself rigid but she got my attention by pinching my cheeks between her thumb and fingers. She spoke quietly but loud enough for everyone to hear. "You're going to lick me...just a little...then I'll let you go." I could not believe what I had heard and must have had a look of stupefaction on my face as she took hold of the sweat band and tugged it back over my head. As soon as I was able I spat out the wadded cotton. "Chloe, you'll be expelled for this; don't make me involve the police as well." She made no reply other than to press her fingers against her sex revealing the inner lips. I knew, then, that this was no joke. I began to yell for help but she quickly snapped the sweat band back into place. It slipped between my teeth, cutting cruelly into the sides of my mouth, and my shouts were immediately muted and rendered incoherent. "Okay ladies, you know what to do. Two each for now and then I'll ask her again." The others were in the periphery of my vision and I craned my neck to see what was going on. The field boundary was demarked by a series of whippy plastic poles surmounted with triangular flags bearing the school crest. As I watched they pulled the poles from the ground and discarded the pennants. Coming back towards me they whipped them gleefully through the air and I felt my blood run cold. I could still not bring myself to believe it as they began to discuss who would go first and I struggled angrily against my restraints. There was a momentary hush, and I breathed a sigh of relief thinking that the joke was finally over, but then I was given a split second to register a terrifying whooping sound. I felt the sharp cut across my buttocks and my brain seemed to work in slow motion. Disbelief gave way to a hideous realization and in the next instant the screaming agony made itself felt. It was like no other pain I had ever endured. It had both the winding effect of a heavy punch and the sudden intensity of an accidental burn. It drew from me an unearthly wail but it was lost in a cacophony of cheers. A second stroke landed, no less vicious than the first, and I was convinced that I had been cleaved in two. "Beat that." It may have been Jennifer who had spoken but I could not be sure. I was only dimly aware as the girls changed positions and then came another excited shout. "My turn!" There was no mistaking Janisa. She was the oldest of the group with a body to die for but this was at odds with her angelic face which enabled her to pass herself off as some years younger. I knew that she used this to her advantage in her dealings with the authorities but, despite her seeming innocence, she was just as bad as the rest of the group. I jerked reflexively as she whooped her pole experimentally through the air eliciting more laughter. "Okay, watch this." For all her Puerto Rican curves she could not have weighed much over a hundred pounds but the pain as she laid on the third stroke was greater than ever. At that point I cried like a baby and, but for the gag, I would have begged. The fourth stroke fell quickly but clearly not to her satisfaction. She swore crudely and must have prepared to try again because Chloe intervened. "Two each, let the twins take their turn." This was the cruelest blow of all. In my short acquaintance with the girls I had pinned my hopes on the twins. I felt certain that, at heart, they were decent young people who were suffering under Chloe's malign influence. The reason for Chloe bringing them into her circle was obvious. The identical blondes were stunningly attractive and wherever they went on campus males fantasized and salivated. To the best of my knowledge they did not have regular boyfriends and they made a good show of not noticing the lustful devastation that they left in their wake. Tears blurred my vision but I could see enough. As one, they shook out their long, straight, hair and rolled their shoulders as they took up station on either side of me. It was so well choreographed that I was left in no doubt that they had done it before. There was no preamble, no taunting, they simply laid into me with swift alternate strokes. I thought the pain would drive me insane. It enveloped my whole body, ebbing and flowing but never entirely receding. At that moment I would have done anything to spare myself further punishment. With the last of my strength I raised my head to look up at Chloe but it was only to be met with a look of lustful triumph. She knew, as I did, that I would do as she wanted but there was to be no mercy. "Just two more...You can take that can't you?" Her mocking tone brought fresh tears to my eyes and I knew that I would have to endure. Meryl had waited until last. Where the others might be considered conventionally attractive the tall Jamaican girl had a different kind of beauty. She was a gifted tennis player and the school had been keen to foster her talent but she had eschewed their support and had, instead, taken to body building. For now her body was perfectly honed but she still retained an essential femininity; however, there were already indications that she intended to push it further. She was rarely seen without a protein drink in her hand and she had already taken part in her first official contest. She was out of my sight but I literally shook with fear as I visualized her well muscled arm raising the pole aloft. Long seconds passed and the girl's laughter faded as they too waited to see what she could do. For a brief moment there was silence, leaving only innocent birdsong, and then the deadly cutting of the air. For the blink of an eye I was transported to a place of darkness, and I wanted to remain there, but I was instantly dragged back to experience a pain beyond my imagination. Even the sound of the stroke was lost to me as molten agony flushed over my body. I thought that I would pass out, and would have welcomed it, but I remained aware. The white noise in my ears slowly resolved itself and I could once again hear the girls screaming and clapping. A dark shape eclipsed the sum momentarily as Meryl moved to the other side of me. I am not a devout person but I found myself trying to whisper a prayer. Surely they had had enough but as silence fell once more I knew it was a forlorn hope. This time I did shut down. I felt the stroke, as distinctly as the others, but the pain was experienced differently. It was still agonizing but it was as if I was in some way disembodied. In an unconscious desire to curl myself up I became acutely aware of my breasts and my sex pressed flat to the bench. For a brief moment the pain was dimmed and I felt an unexpected and unwelcome sexual charge. Without thinking I found myself looking between Chloe's legs and it was then that she removed my makeshift gag. I resisted the immediate urge to hurl a stream of invective and tried to work some life into my tortured jaw. "She looks eager..." The others laughed at Chloe's deliberate misinterpretation but she eased forward until her sex was almost touching my lips. "...so are you?...eager?...are you ready to lick me?" I could not help myself. The words sprang from me almost unbidden. "Go to hell!" Completely unfazed she ran her fingers through my hair. "You remind me of the singer...in that Irish band..." She paused for a moment as she struggled for the name. "...The Corrs...that's the one." "Wouldn't it be something to have that girl go down on you? But still, I have the next best thing...a little colleen all of my own." I turned away from her in revulsion but she continued in the same easy manner. "Okay girls, five more...each, and take your time, we have all afternoon." "NO!" As I screamed I jerked violently against my restraints but it was futile and simply encouraged a fresh burst of laughter. I knew that I could not take any more. It was not just the pain but the fear that some permanent damage might be done. "Alright...I'll do it." "Good girl, I knew that you'd see it my way." I was eight years her senior and her studied condescension got under my skin as she knew it would. The others gathered a little more closely to witness my humiliation but Chloe remained still. Wondering what was expected I lay looking at her sex and could not help making comparisons with my own. Where I retained a neat growth she had a smoothness that suggested professional attention. It also made her mound seem more pronounced but her labia were neater than my own. The delicate pink fringes were barely on show but gave the impression that they could bloom into life at any moment. I realized, with a shock, that I was finding it aesthetically beautiful. I had never, in the past, been in the position to make a judgment, nor would I have wanted to be, and it was disturbing. I looked up at Chloe to find her smiling down at me as though my every thought was transparent to her. I quickly averted my eyes but she pressed her advantage. With a single finger she teased her labia and, at the same time, brushed the tip of my nose making me instantly aware of her scent which, so close to, had an almost cloying richness. I immediately began to breathe through my mouth but a buried instinct, perhaps a need to sniff for danger, made me draw another shallow draught into my nose. The smell was one with which I was familiar from my own fingers and some subliminal connection was made. I felt my own sex stirring, anesthetizing the pain that still racked my body. I accepted the relief but, at the same time, I was fearful. I had never been involved with another woman, nor had I entertained the prospect, but here I was taking comfort from an unsolicited proximity. I tried to pull myself together. I was being forced against my will and I had no choice but to get it over with. My thoughts now moved beyond expulsion to a charge of assault. They were all complicit and they were not going to get away with it. "I'm waiting..." To compound my humiliation she had eased away just a little making it absolutely clear that I was to was to come to her. I lifted my head but still found it hard to overcome my reluctance. It took an effort of will to put out my tongue and close the gap between us. My first touch was tentative and unsure but it was enough to convey a surprisingly tart taste. I withdrew instantly and washed my tongue in my mouth. As a teenager I had licked my own fingers, just once, out of curiosity and it was nothing like this. "Don't like the taste? Well that's just too bad...now lick me properly." Behind me someone slapped my backside playfully but it was enough to reignite the pain and to remind me of the consequences of refusal. I screwed my eyes and licked more boldly along the whole length of her sex. Again the taste was sharp but, as I made myself do it once more, there was a hint of something less objectionable. At that point I was going to stop, I had submitted and done as she wanted, but for reasons I found hard to explain to myself I made another pass. Perhaps, because I knew that I would never do this again, I wanted to imprint the experience. This time I firmed my tongue a little and traced a path between her labia. They yielded gently and, at the same time, my tongue was assailed by a seemingly sweeter taste. It excited the whole surface and I licked again before finally managing to pull myself together. "I think she's getting to like it." Chloe was still mocking me but there was something else in her tone, a faintest suggestion of puzzlement. The girls cheered in a manner that made me think my ordeal might be over but I sensed an uncertainty. A new hush fell over them as Chloe slid forward just a little and, at the same time she brought her knees closer together. I was caught between her smooth thighs which served to shut out the others and her sex was pressed to my mouth. She clearly wanted more and then, I think, I understood. The whole thing had been an exercise in humiliation; they were impressing upon me just how little my authority meant to them. The physical manifestation was the beating they had inflicted; the licking was little more than a ritual submission. The problem was that Chloe had enjoyed it more than she had meant to. They had clearly done this before, perhaps taking it in turns to be ministered to, but none of them wanted to be thought of as a lesbian. These girls spent their lives working on how to ensnare the pick of the school studs. In a perverse manner I now had an opportunity to try and embarrass her. I slowly opened my mouth over her sex and began to lick gently. Still immobile I become totally focused on her and there was an odd comfort to be taken from the enclosure of her thighs. The others were still present but they were forgotten as I began a hesitant exploration. I wanted to get a visible reaction from her and to begin with I picked up where I had left off and licked gently at her labia. She was already much wetter and her taste had a fresh intensity. I carried on for my moment or two keeping my head very still and simply using my tongue. I could feel the tension in her as she came to terms with her own internal conflict. On the one hand she wanted to reassert her dominance and play to the gallery but, on the other, I was sure that I was getting to her and she wanted to know how far it could go. Her body flinched and I assumed that she was readying herself to pull away and so, to forestall her, I braced my tongue and broached the portal. There was a slight resistance but then I entered with startling ease. I found it hard to order my impressions. There was heat, moisture, taste and smell but most of all there was an incredible silkiness and a gentle but insistent pressure. It was as if she was moulded around me, as if we were intended for one another. I flexed my tongue and felt her swell slightly to accommodate me inviting me deeper still. I stretched to new limits until my nose was drawn into the warm wetness and I found it difficult to breathe. Finding Myself My name's Richard McIntosh, and until a couple of months ago I was a perfectly ordinary middle-aged businessman, husband and father. I'm 45 and work as an area manager for an international finance company in a large city a couple of hours from London. My wife is Alison, my eldest daughter Pippa has just started university and my youngest, Katie, is in her last year at school. I'm just under six feet tall, broad shouldered and, despite weekly visits to the gym, I was maybe a stone overweight, some of the muscle from my amateur rugby playing days having turned to fat. I suppose my, erm, issue, started perhaps 18 months ago. One night I was sitting in my home office on the computer, idly flicking through a porn site, as you do, ogling all the huge-busted 'college co-eds', when suddenly a male picture filled the screen. He was dressed as a cowboy – I think trying to look like one of the characters in Brokeback Mountain – except that his jeans were pushed down to the top of his fancy boots. His fist was wrapped around his enormous erect dick, which reared up towards the viewer. My initial reaction was shock, then I stared at the image for a few seconds before quickly moving to another screen. Before logging off though, not even realising I was doing it, I flicked back to the cowboy. For the first time I studied the picture, I mean really studied it. Being a typical hetero bloke I'd never really looked at other men's cocks, but his was quite impressive, it had to be at least ten inches long (I've got a respectable six inches), and thick too, with a forest of sandy-blond hair sprouting at the base. With the sun reflecting off the bulbous tip, and balls the size of melons hanging down, in its own way it was actually quite attractive. And that's how it started. My obsession. Over the next few weeks I began to look at a few more pictures of naked men, just a few. Then I began to store the ones I found most interesting, and to compare one against the other. Within a couple of months I was no longer looking at girlie porn, but only at gay websites. Then I started to watch pay-to-view movies – I actually opened a secret bank account so I could run a credit card on it to pay for them without Alison knowing. One that I started to watch regularly featured a male US cop arresting a student and arse-raping him, then later on the kid seduced his own father and they had a 69 session in the family car. The plot was ridiculous, of course, but before long I was regularly tossing myself off to the sight of that incest scene. For months I felt ashamed and confused. I'd never had anything against gays; but from having spent my entire life chasing women and never thinking twice about blokes as sexual objects, suddenly I was looking at men around the office and imagining what they would look like nude; or having daydreams about things I'd like to do to the younger, pretty, ones, thoughts that simultaneously disgusted me and made me feel almost sick with arousal. I felt like I was turning schizophrenic. Half my brain was telling me the best thing to do was confront the issue, that I should go to the local red light zone, or up to London, and get my cock sucked by a queer to see if it was what I wanted; the other half was telling me not to be so fucking stupid, that I was obviously going through a bizarre midlife crisis and I should just ride it out, not start acting like some sort of pervert and put my marriage at risk. I seriously considered seeking psychiatric help, but I was too scared of my guilty secret being exposed. Then, two months ago, I attended a four-day European business conference in Hamburg: several hundred earnest men and women from everywhere from Reykjavik to Rijeka stuffed into uncomfortable business suits listening to deadly dull lectures about the prospects for the post-recession global market, and networking in hotel bars over too many gin and tonics while wondering if that busty little blonde from Poland would come up to their suite with them for the night. Still, at least the weather in the city was quite pleasant, and on the first day following the conference session I decided to walk the mile or so from the stuffy meeting hall to my hotel. I passed a café as the opening chords of The Who's Who Are You? burst out of the door. I've always liked that song and, on an impulse I decided to stop for a coffee. The place had a British pop theme, with tattered posters of old gigs by bands like the Kinks and the Stones on the wall, together with glossy photos of various rock icons. The music was coming from a jukebox, and as I sat sipping my coffee and unfolding my copy of Der Spiegel the song finished, to be replaced by Deep Purple with Black Night. There were only two other customers in the place, a couple of guys about three tables from me who, appropriately enough, were dressed like a '70s pop band, the Ramones, with shoulder length black hair, black leather biker jackets over white T-shirts, blue jeans and leather boots. One of them was quite thin and, ridiculously in the shady café, wore big sunglasses. The other was much stockier and looked like a bit of a bruiser. I put them out of my mind and (ironically, as it turned out) started to daydream about the possibility of finding a gay whore in Hamburg and testing the waters of my obsession. But I gradually became aware that the other two blokes were whispering about me and giggling like schoolgirls. At first I tried to ignore them, but after a few minutes I gave them a pleasant smile and called across the café "Güten abend, mein herren". The skinny one sniggered and, in quite a light voice, responded languidly in English, "Hi honey". Pointedly ignoring them I returned to my newspaper. The next time I looked up though the skinny customer – clearly waiting until he caught my eye – stretched his arm around his friend's neck, pulled him in and started to kiss him on the lips. The big guy immediately responded, and within seconds they were in a clinch, kissing each other quite passionately. Finally the thinner one broke off with a grin, pretending not to look for my reaction. Clearly he'd intended to shock me, and I was shocked, though not in the way he thought. What shocked me was the way my stomach began to knot at the sight of two men kissing, and the manner in which my cock had started to rise to half-mast! Hurriedly swallowing the tepid remnants of my coffee I folded my paper and rushed out of the place, no doubt leaving them laughing at the stupid Englander they'd just driven away. That night as I lay in bed my mind kept turning to that scene in the café, and almost before I had realised it I was stroking my stiff cock, replaying the image of the leather boys snogging in my mind. I had trouble concentrating on the economic debates at the conference the following day, and as I left I drifted, almost on auto-pilot, back towards the café. I didn't imagine for a moment the gay couple would be there again - and even if they were, so what, I was of no interest to them – but even so, I walked into the place and ordered myself a coffee. When I looked up I saw that in fact one of the guys from the previous day was there – the skinny one. He noticed me and, with a small laugh, said, "Well, hello again honey, you're getting to be quite a regular, isn't he Otto?" The old man behind the counter just smiled and turned back to whatever he'd been doing before I entered. The other customer having spoken to me gave me an excuse to sit close to him, at the table across the narrow corridor of the café. My heart was pounding and my stomach was knotted, but I realised I didn't have the slightest idea what it was I intended to do, if anything. The other guy was reading a magazine which lay flat on his table, apparently having already forgotten my presence, and, feeling a bit of a fool, I sipped my coffee in silence, the jukebox playing nothing. My fellow customer wasn't wearing his shades that time and I surreptitiously – or so I thought - studied his face. Now he reminded me more of Marc Almond than the Ramones, with pale, delicate features, and big dark eyes emphasised by mascara. I thought he was in his early 30s, trying to look ten years younger. After a couple of minutes, without taking his eyes off his magazine, he asked, "So, you like what you see sweetie?" Feeling my face flush with embarrassment at being caught out I splutteringly tried to change the subject. "So, er, your friend isn't with you today?" At last looking up at me he gave a strange little laugh and replied "No, Tommy works late most nights". He seemed to study my face for a few seconds, a calculating look on his features, then he moved to sit across from me at my own table and asked archly, "You want to know what I'm looking at, schatzi?" Before I could respond he slid the magazine across to me. I glanced down at it then did a double-take as my breath caught in my throat. It was open at a double-page spread of a pale, naked young blond boy, probably 18 or 19, with his lips around the prick of a muscular black man. At the same time another muscleman, a Latino this time, had his hands on the blond's hips and his cock positioned at the opening to the boy's arse, about to sink his thick shaft into him. I stared at the picture, my stomach churning and my mouth dry. I flicked the page and there was a similar image, this time a young man and a much older guy sucking each other's cocks – so like the movie I'd taken to watching. I could feel my cock rising in my trousers; I looked up and saw a knowing smile on my companion's face. Just as I wondered where this was going he stood to leave, saying "I need to go and meet Tommy now.". Feeling slightly dizzy I pushed the magazine back towards him, but he said "It's okay, you keep it." After a moment's pause he gave me a wink and, in an undertone, added, "Give it back to me tomorrow honey." After he'd left I hurriedly stuffed the mag in my pocket and made my way back to my hotel. All that evening I felt...well, I didn't know how I felt. Excited? Scared? Confused, certainly. I still wasn't sure what had just happened. Had I made my first gay date? Or was my German friend simply stringing me along, amusing himself with the ridiculous foreigner? And if it was a date, did I actually fancy him? He was quite attractive certainly, with pretty, feminine, eyes. I finally thought, sod it, beggars can't be choosers, and I was going to go back to the café again tomorrow to see if he was serious about meeting up. Before I went to bed I looked at that magazine from cover to cover, playing with myself. The next day my resolve began to weaken. I started to ask myself whether I was really up for a physical encounter with another man or whether I just liked looking at pictures. I had visions of my 'date' and his burly friend taking me down a dark alley and kicking the shit out of me. I thought about my wife and daughters, and what their reaction would be if they knew I was contemplating...doing things...with another man. A dozen times during the course of the day I must have decided I definitely was or was not going back, then changed my mind. At the end of the day's conference session I started walking in my usual direction, my heart pounding, my pace slowing with each step. I hung about for probably twenty minutes on a street corner near the café, plucking up my courage, but I couldn't see whether or not he was inside. Finally, deciding I was being ridiculous, I took a deep breath and marched across the road and through the door. The jukebox was playing something by Blondie. For the first time there were three or four other customers in the place, and seeing that I nearly turned tale and ran. But my friend was sitting facing the door and saw me and, raising a hand, called, "Hi schatzi, I was starting to think you'd stood me up." I blanched at that, but the other customers took no notice of us so, feeling as if my knees might buckle at any moment I walked over. Standing over him, my voice sounding unusually gruff, I said, "I've brought your magazine back." He grinned and told me to sit. I went to sit across the table to him but he waved me into the chair right next to him. We were silent for a few seconds, then he said, "So, I'm Johnny (ah-ha, I thought, like Johnny Ramone), and you are...?" I told him my name was Richard, and with a little laugh he said, "Okay Ricky, let's get a drink." He held up two fingers to the old guy behind the bar; I was expecting coffee, but he brought over two small glasses of a clear liquid. It was schnapps, and I welcomed the alcoholic jolt it gave me. Johnny half-drained his glass in a single gulp then turned his body towards me, looking intently at me with a small smile on his face. I could feel myself blushing, and stared at the table. I gasped and jumped slightly as he reached out a long finger and stroked it across the back of my hand. Still gazing at me, still stroking, he spoke quietly. "I used to meet a lot of guys like you; when I was a kid, working as a callboy – I think you say rent boy – down on the Reeperbahn. Normal, straight men who had this curiosity, to know how it felt with another guy, to have him suck your dick, and slide his cock into your ass. A lot of them didn't much like this curiosity, but it was like an itch they had to scratch. So they paid me to scratch it for them." As if by magic the waiter appeared at my elbow with another two glasses of schnapps. My hand shaking slightly, I lifted one to my lips. I felt curiously light-headed: Johnny had just described me to a tee! When we were alone again he continued. "You liked my little kiss show with Tommy, didn't you. That was when I knew you were one of these first-timers, one who wanted to know. And now, Ricky, here we are, you and I." Feeling sick with anticipation I was about to ask him how much he charged, but it was as if he read my mind. "I don't take money for sex anymore, if I like a guy I just let him fuck me, or I fuck him. And it's a long time since I had a first timer." He leaned his mouth very close to my ear; I glanced around nervously, but still nobody else in the place was taking any notice of use. Whispering seductively, Johnny continued, "So liebchen, how much do you want to know?" I shuddered and my eyes flickered shut as his hand dropped to my lap, to my erection rising like a tent pole in my trousers. Johnny chuckled, "Oh schsatzi, you really want to know, don't you." His fingers stroked up and down the outline of my shaft. My pulse racing, I took another glass of schnapps, one meant for him, and downed it in one. Christ, I felt as if I was going to cum right there and then if he continued touching me. After a few seconds silence he murmured "I think we'd better go and scratch your itch, don't you? We can do all those things you've thought about, then you can go back to wifey and live your nice, normal straight life." Johnny rose and half-pulled me to my feet, then dropped a banknote on the counter on our way out. Walking side-by-side, we went a few hundred yards to a grubby looking apartment block. He opened the front door and led me down a corridor to an internal door on the ground floor. Opening it, he called out in a sing-song voice, "Tommy, I'm home, and I have a little friend with me." I'd forgotten all about his boyfriend. For a moment my mugging fantasy returned, and I nearly bolted. But having got this far, and buoyed up by the alcohol warming my belly, instead I walked into the room Johnny indicated. It was a small parlour, rather untidy with newspapers and the odd bit of clothing on the floor, and an acoustic guitar leaning against one wall. Tommy was sitting on a couch which, incongruously, was covered in a swirly rose pattern. He nodded to me expressionlessly. Johnny eased my suit jacket off my shoulders then sat me down next to his friend. He disappeared through another door for a minute and returned juggling three glasses, filled to the brim with something golden brown. It was a cheap whisky, and burned in my throat as I swallowed. Then Johnny flopped down beside me, effectively sandwiching me between the two of them. I sat half-excited, half-terrified, wondering what happened next. Johnny sipped his drink then, placing it on a low coffee table, said, "Let's get you a little more comfortable, huh Ricky?" He reached out and began to undo my tie. At the same time I felt Tommy's arm casually stretch across the back of the couch behind me; it seemed like this was a scenario they'd played out before. Johnny pulled off my tie then, dropping it to the floor, undid the top two buttons of my shirt and slipped his hand inside. I jumped as he trailed his fingers across my chest. Resting his head on my shoulder he breathed, "Mmm, you have a nice hairy chest darling." As if it was a signal Tommy's arm curled around my shoulders and he started to pull me towards him. I turned my head to him but, before I could say anything, he'd pulled my face to his and pressed his big rubbery lips to mine. My mouth opened in surprise and in an instant Tommy had thrust his tongue inside. It felt as big as an ox's but tasted quite sweet. It was a strange sensation, another man's tongue exploring my mouth, his seven o'clock shadow rubbing against my face, but one I found I was beginning to enjoy, and I stroked his tongue with my own. A moment later that all slipped to the back of my mind: I felt a hand curl around my suddenly exposed cock, then warm wet lips slide down my length. Half a dozen women had sucked me over the years, but I couldn't remember enjoying any of them as much as what Johnny was doing to me. He was a real expert cock-sucker, and I moaned into Tommy's mouth, grinding my face against his, my hips twitching up towards Johnny and one of my hands locked in his long hair. It didn't last long, maybe thirty seconds, before I exploded into his mouth, my bum lifting right off the couch as I thrust at him. I slumped back, amazed at the realisation that I'd finally been sucked off by another man. I was only vaguely aware of them undressing me, then I felt hands manoeuvring me into a kneeling position on the floor. Immediately in front of me sat Johnny, also naked, his cock rearing up before my eyes. His body was slim and very pale, and completely hairless. His cock was quite stubby, only about four inched long but surprisingly thick. He leaned forward and, cupping his hand around my chin, gently pulled me forward on all fours and muttered, "And now it's your turn honey." I swallowed nervously then closed my mouth over my first dick. It felt silky in my mouth, like an iron rod covered in some fine material, with a rubbery tip pressing against the roof of my mouth. I wasn't sure what to do but I slid my lips up and down him, stroking my tongue up the underside of his shaft and around the tip, and he seemed to be making the right appreciative noises. I had no sooner started than I felt Tommy moving in behind me. As his hands started to pry my buttocks apart a wave of nervousness passed over me – I wasn't sure if I was ready to have my arse penetrated yet – but then he moved in and the most incredible sensation started to pass through me. It took me a moment to realise, with astonishment, that it was not Tommy's cock that was probing me, it was his tongue. Several timed he licked all the way from my balls to the top of my bum crack, and when he pushed his face into me and started to press the tip of his tongue against my anus I actually pushed back against him. My reaming lasted for a minute or so, then hairy thighs rubbed up against my bum and it was clear that this time Tommy was going to actually fuck me. I felt his fingers, covered with some cold sticky substance, roaming swiftly around my anal cavity, then he gripped my hips and pushed ito me. At first it just felt like a dull pressure against me, then it hurt like hell for a second or two, then it got easier as he began to rhythmically pump his cock into my arse. Johnny opened his eyes and with a big grin shouted "Spit-roast!", and I realised I was in the exact position that had so turned me on in pictures, with one guy's cock in my mouth and another buried in my arse. It felt as though these two young Germans were using me as their bitch but I didn't care as I slurped on Johnny's dick and Tommy rode me. Johnny suddenly groaned "Scheiss" and pulled his cock out of my mouth, finishing himself off with his own hand before shooting his load onto my chin and throat. Tommy continued to fuck me for another couple of minutes before cumming with a grunt and a last huge thrust. When he pulled out I realised with relief, far too late for caution, that he'd used a condom. Finding Myself After that we all kind of collapsed on each other for a while before crawling up to their bedroom. I finally left their apartment at about 4.30 in the morning and crawled back to my hotel room for a couple of hours' sleep before the closing session of the conference. My arse felt stretched and sore, and my cock ached with tiredness from our wild night. Johnny had finger-fucked me while I 69d with Tommy, with the curious taste of oiled rubber in my mouth, but he wouldn't let me fuck him. Johnny was more than happy to be fucked, and his tight arse clinging to my pumping sheathed cock felt wonderful. We'd ended up with another spit-roast, this time Johnny the meat in the sandwich with me up his bum and Tommy's long think prick in his mouth, before Tommy fell into a snoring sleep and Johnny and I kissed and cuddled for a while. It was an astonishing feeling having another man in my arms, his cock and balls rubbing up against mine as I ran my hand up and down the bumps of his spine. When I awoke in my hotel I was still tired, but I felt more relaxed than I had in months. I also glowed at having scratched my itch so comprehensively, and felt a deep guilty pleasure in the knowledge that I had gained more arousal and excitement sucking and fucking with two men than I had ever felt with any woman. I still loved my wife, but I knew I couldn't live my life any longer without finding sexual fulfilment in the arms, and on the cocks, of others of my own sex. Finding Myself This is a true story, the first time I was with a man. My name is Will. I am about 5 feet 10 inches tall, blonde hair and green eyes, and 175lbs. When I was 18, I worked at a steak restaurant. After working an especially long day, I sat at a booth pondering how I would spend my Saturday night. My manager Steve came over and gave me a pat on the shoulder and thanked me for doing such a good job. He asked if I had any plans for that night and I told him no. He asked if I would like to get a bite to eat and maybe rent a movie and watch it over at his place. I said, "sure, I'd like that" and I smoked a cigarette and waited for him to finish counting the money and settling the books. Steve was about 40 and divorced. He is about 6 feet tall, muscular, brown hair and brown eyes. A half an hour later we climbed into our cars and headed to his house. We dropped off his car and he climbed into my car. On the way to the grocery store he asked if I have ever fucked a girl in the ass. I told him I never had. He said it is much better than fucking a pussy. I started to feel my cock stirring and I adjusted myself accordingly. He grinned at me and said, "Is your little friend getting excited?" I said "Little?" "You are only 18, surely it can't be as big as a mans." Now, I wasn't quite sure how big everyone else's dick was but I had never had any complaints from a girl. Steve said "Then how big is it stud?" I said "Well, its about 6 inches long." "How big around is it?" "I can't get my hand all the way around it." Steve shook his head and said, "Bullshit. Nice try, but a 18 year olds dick can't be that big." "Well it is and that's all there is to it." We arrived at the grocery store and went in and got a couple frozen pizzas and he bought us some beer. I kept thinking about our conversations and I couldn't seem to get rid of my rock hard erection. When we got to the car, Steve said, "Have you ever fucked around with a guy?" "When I was a kid one of my friends and I rubbed our dicks together a little bit, but our parents were upstairs and we didn't want to get caught." I was so incredibly horny I felt like I was going to explode. I had often fantasized about men. I had thought about being on my knees and a man pressing his cock in my face. I would rub my dick, lick a finger and put it against my little asshole. I would explode all over my chest and wipe it up with my hand and lick it up with my tongue. I savored the salty cum and pretended it was someone else's cum. I wondered if Steve had ever been with a man. "Have you ever messed around with another guy?" Steve smiled and confidently said "Oh yea. It is wonderful." I could hardly keep my mind on the road, and decided to head out to the lake. This is a conversation that couldn't wait any longer. Steve lived with his sister and I didn't want to go to his house with her there. We listened to the radio and smoked cigarettes on the way out there. I loved to fish and knew the lake area very well. I went to the marina parking lot and parked in a dark corner. We sat there in silence for minutes. Steve boldly asked, "What would you think about a couple of guys getting together to suck each other off?" I couldn't believe my ears. I felt suddenly overwhelmed with guilt and Steve could see right through me. "It's okay you know. There is nothing wrong with the way you feel. It's perfectly normal. I said, "I have often thought about it but isn't it wrong? Won't I go to hell? It says in the bible that men shouldn't be together." Steve put a comforting hand on my shoulder and said, "No Will, it isn't wrong. Society made these unjust rules. Maybe someday people will not hate other people for feeling differently than the mainstream. People are scared of things that are different. Mostly, I think they are scared of their own feelings. You don't have to be afraid." I started to relax again. I lit a cigarette and said, "Fuck it. What's the use in fighting how I feel." Steve's hand slid down my shoulder and caressed my cheek. "There's nothing wrong with you Will, but I still don't believe your dick is as big as you boast." I proudly smiled and said well your wrong." Steve said okay then prove it." I felt my dick start to wake up again and suddenly my pants felt way too tight. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my underwear and my hard dick sprang out of my pants. I looked at Steve and he just sat silently looking at my cock in the low gleam of the street light. He hoarsely said, "Can I touch it?" I could barely say yes, trying to compose myself. He reached out with his left hand and softly wrapped his hand around it. He played with the head and stroked it a few times. He gently cupped my balls with his right hand. He said, "You know the cops probably patrol out here and this would be frowned upon. Do you know anywhere else we could go?" "As a matter of fact my friend's parents are building a house in the country about 45 minutes from here." He said, "Are you up for it?" All I could say is "Hell yea!" I replaced my dick in my pants and away we went. I have to say that was the longest 45 minutes of my life. My dick stayed hard the whole time out there. Steve just shook his head and said, "I still can't believe your dick is that big. You may have me beat son." After maneuvering through some windy gravel roads, we arrived at the entrance to my friend's property. It is a heavily wooded area and if you didn't know what you were looking for you would drive right past it. I got out of the car and opened the gate. I drove through the gate and then got out and closed it. I had spent a lot of time out there clearing trees and leveling the ground to make this winding dirt driveway and I never imagined I would be out there doing this. I got back in the car and worked my way up the half-mile driveway and pulled into the clearing where the house and yard would be. I pulled up and turned off the car and the lights. We had the windows down, as this was a beautiful warm night. Steve took off his seat belt and I took off mine and he said, "So what do you want to do?" I was beginning to get comfortable with the idea. I said, "I'm up for anything." He just smiled and said, "There's not much you can do in a car but why don't you get your pants off and let me get a closer look at that beautiful dick of yours." There was a full moon and it was all so exciting. It was a wonderful feeling to expose myself to him. There I was, out in the open, and I had a new felt confidence. Steve reached out and grabbed my dick and asked if he could go down on it. I just nodded and leaned my seat back. He descended on me and I felt the warmth of his mouth overcome me. I had been with a few girls at that time and I had never in my whole life had a blowjob come close to what this older man was doing to me. He licked all the way from my balls to the head and then the whole thing disappeared into his mouth. He took it all. I felt his mustache tickling my rod and was in ecstasy. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to please this man who was controlling me with his mouth. I managed to choke out, "Let me suck you." Having been so caught up in what he was doing, and to his credit it was fucking fabulous, he didn't hear what I said. I said, "I need to suck your dick. He rose off of my cock then and said "Okay, but I have to go down on that dick again." He leaned the seat back and pulled his pants off and I saw the first dick that I was going to ever put in my mouth. He was every bit as large as I am and as hard as a rock. I took it in my hand. It was so warm and nice. I lowered my mouth around his dick. I was having a hundred new sensations overwhelm me all at once. My mouth was watering. It was everything I had ever imagined in my wildest dreams and more. I explored every inch he had to offer. As I closed my mouth around him I felt the head so soft against my pallet. It was so soft and juicy. I worked my way up and down on his penis and found out I could take it into my throat again and again. I went very slow, savoring every blessed second I spent worshiping his cock. By the way he was groaning, I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying this mouth treatment. I was falling madly in love with sucking dick in just a few moments. I took his dick out of my mouth and licked every inch of it. I liked licking the head the most. I explored his hole with my tongue. I was licking it up and down and then I took him all the way down into my throat. I was amazed at how much dick I could cram into my throat. There was nothing left, I had taken it all. His pubes were tickling my nose. I took it out of my mouth again and licked it some more. He spread his legs and led me down to his balls. This was all so new and exciting to me. I licked all around his sack. I took his balls into my mouth and gently sucked on them, licking in swirls as they were in my mouth. He scooted down and lifted his spread legs up to his chest, and his hands pushed my mouth on his asshole. I licked from back to front and back again. I was stroking his cock with my hands, and exploring his anus with my wet tongue. I felt him tense up and he said he was going to cum. I raced to his cock as fast as I could and took him in my mouth just as the first drops of his cum splashed against my tongue. He unleashed a torrent of sperm into my mouth grunting like an animal. I held his dick tightly between my lips until he settled down. I left it in my mouth for a moment before rising off of it and swallowing it all in two large gulps. It tasted amazing. I licked my lips and gave him a big smile and wink. He just shook his head and said, "You are just full of surprises young man. Now it is my turn." He didn't waste any time and started licking my dick like a lollypop. He too took my balls into his mouth. His warmth sent shudders through my whole body. He spread my legs and pulled them up to my chin. He spread my ass cheeks, and his tongue started flicking at my asshole. He soon licked a finger and rubbed his finger against my asshole. He penetrated me slowly, in and out a few times and then took his finger out of my ass licked his fingers again, and this time put two into my ass penetrating me deeply. I had never felt anything like this in my whole life. It was wickedly exciting. He left his fingers in my tight asshole, lowered my legs and swallowed my cock in one gulp. He deepthroated me over and over again, all the while digging his fingers in and out of my ass. I couldn't take it anymore and said, "I'm cumming. He went all the way down and just stayed there while I had the most powerful orgasm of my life. He rose off of my cock, took his fingers out, and kissed me passionately. We shared the treat of my sweet cum, and kissed several minutes after it was all gone. We both sat there totally spent. We smoked cigarettes, and talked the night away. I had much to reflect on after our encounter. It was the best I had ever felt in my whole life. I felt so free, and for the first time I felt good about myself. I felt free to be me. I also decided that I could give way better blowjobs than any girl I had ever been with could, and since. I look back on my time with Steve and my mouth just waters. Finding Myself I am a lesbian woman and I have large breasts. Oh, I also wear glasses. Although I haven't always been lesbian, well I have, but hadn't realised it, I have always had big tits. They continued growing throughout my teens and to my disappointment in some ways through my twenties as well. I had hoped they had reached their fullest at a respectable thirty six double D in my early thirties. But then, of course the bloody lingerie manufacturers added all those new, E, F, G and H both single and double letter sizes and I was now not only big breasted, but totally confused. I suspect, but wasn't sure due to the new sizes that they kept growing through my thirties and into my forties. As I reached my mid-forties they have settled down, but gravity has now poked its fucking nose into the equation and they have a 'middle aged sag' to them. That said, I think they are pretty good tits. In addition to them being full and round, they are nice to hold. They are reasonably firm, but not like silicon jobs and they are soft in the middle when squeezed. Not only have I been told that by several lovers, but I know it myself too, after all I feel them often enough! I sort of suspected that I wasn't quite like my friends when I was in the sixth form at school and had just had my eighteenth birthday. I had been out with boys. I had kissed them, I had put up with the difficulty of their tongues down my throat and the slightly ridiculous feelings of their hands on my tits. I had coped with the scary sensations of their hands up my skirt and had even managed to hold a couple of cocks, not at the same time I hasten to add, but had felt queasy at the thought of them going up me. I had gone along with it, after all I knew no different and letting boys do that is what young women do, isn't it? As I had held their hard cocks, I had a slight thrill, but also a touch of revulsion. I had been undressed and been naked as a boy leered at my body and soon realised that I didn't like that. Continually with boys I had this mix of feelings; a combination of excitement and revulsion. That became more apparent as I moved towards losing my virginity. With eighteen year old girls that is such a massive aspect of their life as boys 'rear their ugly heads' and sex becomes so important just, of course as we have to take the exams that decide our university future. And I can tell you writing essays on such subjects as the political history of Europe, apartheid in America or why the fuck Edward the eighth abdicated as your hormones are exploding probably explains why there is a fairly low glass ceiling for women! So I left school a virgin, well technically at least. I assumed that a girl is one until she is fucked by a guy. I hadn't been fucked properly. By that I mean having a cock in me, although several times different boys had finger fucked me and one had almost licked my pussy, but my stroking of his cock had made him cum all over my tummy, which I found rather sordid. So I left school a technical virgin, but also a young woman who still had not had an orgasm with a boy. It was that I didn't have orgasms that started the alarm bells of 'am I different' ringing. I began to suspect that my sexual bits and pieces may have been assembled in a different way to most when I preferred playing game with the boys. It was then I realised that I was a bit of a tomboy. That I didn't want many of things my friends, well the girls I was at school with were hardly friends, wanted began to register with me. It was when I heard the boys I was playing with muttering about fancying Annie Fisher, how good Susie Baron's legs were and how they would like to get Julie Harrington behind the bike-sheds that my differences really hit home. For as I heard them say such things I realised I felt exactly the same. It also hit me when I fantasised about Madonna who had 'admitted' to having bi tendencies, fell in love with Halle Berry and adored the first female pop star to come out kd Lang. But at eighteen in the mid-eighties, opportunities to explore one's sexuality were few and far between so it took me a long time to get going. I guess my real 'lessy thing' started when I was in my last year at the all girl's private school I attended. And it hit me very hard. It started at the school sports day. I wasn't much into sports as running with two fucking great tits wallowing around on your chest is not only unsightly, well I thought it was, although the boys seemed to like it, but is also pretty painful. So I was a helper; putting out the javelins and discuses, looking after the high jump bar, raking the sand in the pit after the long jump and all that sort of stuff. By tradition, the last event at the sports day is a four by four hundred meter relay with a six teams. The teams were made up of mums, teachers, fifth and sixth formers, pupils from another local girl's school and pupils who had recently left. Moira Philipson was in the last group. She had been captain when I was in the third form although I hardly knew her then, but as we had sometimes travelled home on the same bus we were on 'Hi how are you terms?' As we lived near each other I had seen her a few times in the last year or two so as she was waiting for the race we got chatting. She is a tall, nearly six feet, I guess, slim and fairly pretty, without being particularly glam and certainly not classically beautiful, a bit like me without the tits and glasses I thought as we chatted. She had gone on to Durham university, gained a degree and had got a job in the recently deregularised City as a foreign exchange trader working for Chemical Bank. It was rumoured she earned and absolute shitload of money. "Not in anything today Tina?" "No, I'm not much into sports." "I remember now I was your house captain wasn't I and could never get you into the hockey or netball teams, right?" She said smiling nicely at me. "That's right, you have a good memory." "Oh yes that I do, it's the only way I got my A levels and my degree. I'm not really that clever, it's all memory and application." "Well I am impressed that you remember me" I said as I watched her unzip her track suit top. Lifting her head up from where she had been fiddling the zipper down she looked right into my eyes and said. "I never forget a pretty face either, or....." as she paused, ran her gaze down to my chest and back up to my eyes. "A gorgeous figure like yours." That was the moment I knew that I was a lesbian. "Are you going to the ball this evening?" She asked as she sat on a bench removing her track trousers. Her very brief, tight athlete's shorts showed off her slender, shapely and tanned legs that seemed to go on for ever to perfection. They looked so lithe and smooth and gave me such a jolt of sexual arousal that I nearly gasped. As she bent over and I saw her pert, rounded bottom in the tiny shorts I really did gasp. Looking up quickly she caught me looking and smiled. "Yes I am, are you?" I garbled. Her reply made my heart pound. "Well I was undecided, but if I could fiddle a seat next to you Tina then I will." I wasn't sure if she was joking or not so I mumbled something about that sounding nice. Standing up and moving closer to me she said. "Do me a favour Tina would you?" "Yes of course." "Look after this for me I don't want some fourth form bandit nicking it" she said handing me her track top and bottom. She loped off to the start of the race leaving me holding her clothing. They were still warm. For some inexplicable reason I put them to my face and smelt them. There was a combination of her perfume, a touch of sweat and that musky smell of a woman. It made me shudder. Her team came third. As they congratulated the winners and their team-mates I watched Moira cuddling and kissing the other girls and women. I surprised myself by feeling a pang of jealousy together with a rush of excitement as I watched the women kissing and holding each other. I couldn't take my eyes off Moira and watched her pull one of the mums into her arms, press their bodies and breasts together and kiss each other on the cheeks. It was the most erotic scene I had ever witnessed. * As I got ready at home to go to the rather ambitiously named ball held in the main hall of the school that doubled as a gym I couldn't get that scene out of my mind. I couldn't also get Moira out of my mind. We had chatted again when I gave her the track-suit. She made my heart leap when she thanked me and as I watched her dress said. "Well I wangled it Tina we are next to each other at the table. She was already there when my dad dropped me off at the school. She was looking particularly lovely. In keeping with tradition, we had dressed up for the occasion. She was wearing a black, probably silk dress that was quite low at the front. The front of it was wrapped around her and crossed between her small boobs. It was tied at the waist giving the distinct impression that if that was pulled undone everything would fall out. The skirt was tight and impressively, but at the time nineteen eighty eight, somewhat unfashionably short. The whole garment clung to her like a second skin accentuating every voluptuously wonderful curve of her stunningly slim body. I was wearing a white dress. It was high at the front as I had learned was necessary with my tits, and very tight at the back. It was of on the knee length, but the ultra-tight skirt was slashed up the side almost to panty level. I was wearing black, fishnet tights. I had put my long, nearly black hair up leaving a few tresses tumbling down by my ears and neck. I thought I looked pretty good. "Wow you look marvellous" I said to Moira "Thanks Tina" she replied giving me a peck on the cheek. "And you look absolutely fantastic" she went on straightening up and running her eyes up and down my body and stopping as her gaze focused on my breasts. Lifting her eyes up and staring into mine with a quizzical smile on her thin lips she added softly. "Absolutely fucking fantastic." As she had said, we sat together at dinner and after we were in the small groups of girls and blokes standing around the bar drinking. Several of us danced in a circle and then broke into couples when a slower number came on. I danced with a nerd studying maths and then somehow Moira and I were dancing together, as indeed were several other girls; we by far outweighed the guys. The music was very loud so conversation was as good as impossible. I saw her looking at me and holding my gaze several times. She touched the back of my wrist a couple of times when making points and, when we got up to go outside for a cigarette her arm brushed against my breasts; well I think it was that way round! I was excited. I wondered if she was feeling similar to me. Everything seemed to be combining, the booze, our closeness, the atmosphere, the music and now the dimness of the field at the back of the school to create an atmosphere that I felt was laden with sexual expectation. I wondered if she was feeling tremors in her breasts and tummy; whether she was having the slight shudders running through her body and the extra warmth and the tingling that indicates arousal as I was. When we had been dancing and I was holding her round the waist her body felt taught, like a coiled up spring waiting to be released. Now, in the dimness of the outside as I looked into her eyes I saw that they were sparkling and staring back at me. I had no experience with women, but they seemed to have a look of sheer want and desire. Like me, she seemed to be breathing quite heavily. Neither of us said much as we smoked our Marlboro reds. I wanted her to do something, say something that confirmed what I was hoping and thinking. I wanted to kiss her, hold myself tight to her and I wanted to see and stroke her boobs. At the same time I was so nervous, apprehensive and scared, I suppose. Sure I was full of bravado, yes I kidded myself on how adventurous I was and for certain I gave the impression of being very experienced and up for anything. But really I was still a kid; I hadn't reached my nineteenth birthday yet. I wasn't that experienced in sex at all, let alone with women, for it was only this afternoon that I had become emotionally at least a lesbian. But she didn't do anything. I guess she was as unsure as me, after all trying to pull anyone is a risky business isn't it? Especially when it would be as unconventional as two women together particularly in such a public setting. So, in the end nothing happened. Nothing that is other than us walking back into the school very close together and going back to the bar. The last time we had done that was when we had left the dance floor hand in hand. Her hand in mine was one of the most erotic things I'd ever experienced. The feel of her skin on mine, the softness and the warmth of it, the slight, almost impossible to discern, caress of her fingertips on the back of my hand and the gentle squeezing from both of us was, quite frankly, as exciting as having a man's hands on my breasts, in fact the reaction in my body and mind was very similar to that, but without the tad of revulsion I usually felt. It was those feelings that filled my mind as I lay on my bed later that night. Those feelings and my imagination creating pictures in my mind of Moira naked beside me. Of her gorgeous body in my hands and my mouth on her nipples. Of her hands between my legs doing exactly what mine were doing; stroking round the almost impossibly wet lips and rubbing alongside the clitoris that seemed more sensitive than it had ever been before. It was her mouth licking my full breasts not my fingers, her teeth gently chewing my bloated nipples not my fingernails and her tongue that was sliding up my pussy not my fingers. And of course it was Moira I was holding as I climaxed alone in my bed. I didn't see her for a week or so and I suppose those feelings I'd had that night subsided a bit. As part of the end of term celebrations there was a speech day and as we parted after the ball when my dad collected me, Moira had said she would see me there. Immediately she walked into the hall at the speech day those feelings returned, if anything more powerfully than before. The way she held my gaze just that few seconds longer than was necessary instantly made me wonder what the evening might bring. As the proceedings dragged on I couldn't help keep glancing at her noting that she caught my gaze, held it and smiled back at me nearly every time. Her wild mane of chestnut coloured hair that she was wearing loose was tumbling onto her shoulders and falling down her back, the longest tresses reaching to where her bra strap was. The bra strap I could clearly see through the white, cotton blouse she was wearing. She was wearing jeans; tight, blue jeans that fitted her long legs and pert bum so snugly with high heels. She looked gorgeous and I thought so eminently fuckable. The first time I realised with a jolt, I'd ever thought that about another woman! Other than being close to Moira the evening was a total drag. As it wound up I asked if she would like a lift. "Oh you have a car?" "Yes, my dad bought it for me for my eighteenth." "Lucky girl aren't you?" She said smiling and putting her hand on my arm sending shock waves of feelings through me. "Thanks for the lift Tina, would you like to come in for coffee, but the rest will be there?" She asked as I pulled up outside the house that she had told me she rented with five friends. Holding the steering wheel I half turned and looked at her. "No, I'll give that a miss if that's ok." "Sure," she said softly holding my gaze but making no move to get out. We just sat there for a moment or two, very close but separated by a mutual fear. A fear that was partly of being rejected and partly, I think, in a strange way, of being accepted. But in retrospect I could see that something had to happen, something had to give, something had to change, something had to make us share our feelings. "Moira," I said turning and looking at her just as at exactly the same time she said. "Tina." We laughed. "Go ahead," I said as she again at the same time said. "After you." I could hear the nervousness in her voice and see the apprehension in her eyes, even though it was dark in the car. We looked at each other for a moment or two until she said, in almost a whisper. "Are you feeling the same things as I am Tina?" The look on her face as she said that was so caring and intense that my heart went out to her. Instead of responding with the rather smart-arse remark about "how would I know" that firstly came into my mind, I replied, in a voice that was croaky with emotion. "Yes Moira, I think I am." "Oh God Tina" were the wonderfully confirming last words I heard before we were in each other's arms her lips on mine stopping any further talking. It was simply the most exciting kiss I'd ever had: the most intense, the most arousing; the most succulent and the most enjoyable. It was long and tender; long and passionate; long and enquiring and long and inviting. It was a kiss of relief that we'd found each other and one of demand that we wanted more. It was asking and accepting at same time. It was everything a kiss should be and everything that I'd imagined it would be as I'd lain so many nights now, masturbating over exactly what we doing. Our arms went round each other and our hands, as if on autopilot, found the others breasts. No words were exchanged, we didn't ask permission or give approval. There was no need, it was what our minds wanted and our bodies demanded, it was perfectly natural, the logical extension of the kiss and without doubt the most sexually exciting thing that had ever happened to me. Somehow a couple of buttons on her blouse had come undone and my hands were on her bra and the bare flesh above it while hers were inside my sweater. "Not here Tina, not here, it's too public" Moira broke our kiss long enough to whisper. "Where then? Where can we go?" I asked knowing it wasn't in her house or my home as I still lived with my mum and dad. "Just drive Tina, take me somewhere quiet, where there's no one around." I almost smiled as I drove into the country her hand stroking my neck, for once again I realised, I was going to make love in a car, just like with the grubby boys I smiled. And make love we did. Wondrous, magical, exhilarating and tantalisingly stimulating love; love that was so different, so gentle, so exciting and so incredibly satisfying. It was soft and slow and tender, but it wasn't complete love, it couldn't be, we didn't have the time or the space on the back seat of an XR3 for that. But we did have the time to bare each other's breasts, to ease my melons and her lemons from the restraining inconveniences of our bras to stroke and caress them, to squeeze and pinch them and to kiss and lick them. We had the time and the space and the will and the desire to make each other cum by stimulating our breasts. I was, at last, indulging my pent up lesbian needs and I loved it. I felt that I had come home and found my natural habitat! It was on the back seat of my XR3 that I think I fell in love, well at least in lust, for Moira, her tits and body and with lesbian sex. They were even more absolutely gorgeous naked than covered up, well I suppose that's natural and inevitable isn't it? They were so pert and were capped with delightful little areola and nipples that were the most beautiful coral pink. They felt amazing in my hands and incredible in my mouth. Her nipples hardened and protruded well out from her excitingly crinkly areola which tasted like nectar as I sucked them as a baby would at her mother's teats. And her reaction to my oral attention was fantastic and so horny. The groans and moans, the long sighs and deep grunts, the tight gripping of her hands on me and the straining of her body, all combined to thrill me so much. As I made love to those her breasts I didn't know just what it was that was giving me the greatest sexual pleasure, the feel, taste and look of them, the wonderful way she responded, or what she was doing to me. But did I care? No not one bit. I just accepted, enjoyed and loved every second of the pleasure and extreme sexual stimulation I was gaining. Making love to a woman for me was like a duck to water! Finding Myself Moira was pretty much mirroring what I was doing to her breasts by doing the same to mine. It was by no means just me gaining the fantastic pleasures and stimulation for she was moaning and groaning as she had sex with my fuller, rounder, softer, bigger, but equally sensitive tits and nipples. We made each other cum twice like that. But we didn't go much further. True we stroked each other's body and we touched and rubbed the other's back and legs and I wanted to touch her between her legs, but as she made no move to touch me there I was too shy to start that, maybe Moira felt the same, I thought? As she opened the door to the car an hour or so later outside her house she held my face in her hands and we kissed each other very tenderly on the lips. "I want you so much Tina," she whispered. "Oh yes, yes Moira," was the only sort of rather inept reply I could make. "I want to make full and complete love to you, very, very soon," she whispered as she got out of the car. "I want to love you tomorrow Tina, I can't wait and I have the day off work." "Where though, I still live with my mum and dad." "I know and it's impossible here" she said nodding at the house. "No one knows about my little secret" she smiled. "What do we do then?" "Leave it to me, I'll book a hotel" she said authoritatively. "But that will expensive." "Don't worry, I earn good money and it will be worth every penny. I'll call you first thing." Smiling, I went to bed happy and thrilled at what had happened and excited and expectant about tomorrow. For the first time for a week I didn't fantasise about her, nor did I masturbate. But then I didn't need to did I, for tomorrow she was going to make love to me? Yes tomorrow I was really going to become a lesbian and I could hardly wait. "It's for you" mum said as I was eating my breakfast. "A Moira." My heart pounded as I went into the hallway and picked up the phone. "Hi darling" Moira said scaring me for she sounded so loud. "Oh hi" I said trying to sound offhand. "Can your mum hear?" "Yes I expect so." "But only what you say." "Yes that's true." "So she can't hear me say that I want to kiss you, and hold you can she?" "No, no of course not." "Or that I want to strip you naked and play with your great big tits?" "Right" I stammered working hard to give mum the impression that it was a very different conversation to that my ear was hearing. "And she won't be able to hear me say that I want to make love to and have sex with you will she?" "Probably not no." "Or Tina that I have booked a room at the Royal where this afternoon I am going to fuck you can she?" Moira told me she would check in at three and that I should come to the hotel and ask for her on the house phone and she would give me the room number adding. "I will tell you the room where I am going to take your lessy virginity." The conversation excited me so much and I am sure my mum must have noticed something, but she didn't comment. I didn't wear much. It was a warm day and there didn't seem much point in overdoing the clothing. So I just slipped on a little white thong and a loose, pale blue, thin tee shirt dress that came to mid-thigh. Although I envy those who can dispense with a bra, I can't so I wore a lace and cotton job that was about as sexy as such a foundation jobby can be: I sometimes hate my tits! I walked the half mile or so to the hotel feeling very nervous and apprehensive at what was surely going to happen over the next few hours. "Hello darling" Moira said when I told her it was me on the phone. "You are going to be made love to in room 853" she told me. Nervous as hell and feeling that at any moment someone would stop me I went up to room 854. I knocked and the door slowly opened. Moira poked her head round the door but kept her body behind it. I walked in and my heart leaped when I saw that she was wearing just her panties and bra, both all black, very lacy and completely see through. "Welcome to my lair," she smiled holding her arms out. "Thanks," I smiled back. "It's wonderful to be here." As her arms went round me and I was squashed against her she whispered just before we kissed, "I'll make it so wonderful for you Tina, I promise." And she did. Every single moment of the seven hours we spent in that room was wonderful. Every touch, every kiss, every fondle, caress, stroke and lick was a new experience, a marvellous sensation and a wonderful adventure for me. Every time we made each other cum, every climax and every orgasm, every time my body was held against hers and every time her head was between my legs was wonderful. And every time I licked and sucked Moira's breasts or pussy was so wonderful. Her hands had quickly lifted my dress over my head. She billed and cooed her delight at my breasts that were spilling out of the ambitiously small double D bra. Reaching behind her she unclipped her bra and dropped that on the floor with my dress. As we moved to the bed I removed my glasses and put them on a side table making sure they were safe and that I would find them again. On the bed, we lay in each other'' arms. We kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed. We stroked and fondled and licked and sucked each other's breasts and nipples and we made each other cum, several times. We were lying on our sides in each other's arms when I felt her hands on my thong and bottom. She started to peel the thong down so I did the same to her panties. We were gazing adoringly into each other's eyes swapping little kisses as we made each other naked. She rolled me onto my back her eyes not leaving mine for one second. She supported herself on one elbow as she ran her other hand down my body and stroked my pubic mound. Still gazing into my eyes her fingers slid a little further and slipped across my clitoris and onto my soaked lips. I grunted and my body jerked, so strong were the sensations. "OK?" she mouthed, smiling tenderly at me. "Yes of course," I whispered back reaching up and cupping her breast as if to accentuate my agreement. She then proceeded to finger fuck me to the most massive orgasm I think I'd ever had. I came with my mouth full of her nipple and one of my hands between her legs. But she didn't stop when I climaxed. I was still shuddering with sexual ecstasy when, for the first time, I had a woman's tongue on my pussy. My body just seemed to explode with such extreme sexual feelings that I may well have fainted from them. I don't know how many times I climaxed or whether I just had one of those long, long ones of the type I have only read about. All I know was that my mind and body coincided in such physical and emotional extremes that I lost all reason. I was crying, grunting, moaning, sighing and maybe even screaming, I don't know. All I know is that I loved it. I adored it and there and then I became addicted to oral sex. I found it so wonderfully intimate and so fantastically giving. A unique blend of those two, the one being loved gives so much and the one doing it is so intimate. A perfect partnership in erotic sensations exchange I realised as Moira thoroughly went about deflowering me in the most wonderful way. And deflowered I was and in such an awesome manner. But so far, the oral love had been one way. As I cuddled Moira and as she cradled my head to her lovely, little breasts I was thanking her and stroking her so I knew, and so I wanted and so I needed and so I so desired to do the same to her. "That's the first time anyone has done that to me" I told her running my fingertips over her gloriously soft and smooth skin. I could hardly believe the difference in touch between a man and a woman, but then I suppose that's obvious, so what I mean, I guess, is the difference to another woman when she's sexually aroused. "Really, anyone? Or do you mean just a girl?" she asked holding my breast and gently pinching the nipple. I looked up right into her eyes. "Anyone Moira, anyone at all, honestly." Smiling she replied. "Well I'm pleased to take your oral virginity Tina as well as your lessy one." I'd told her in the car that I'd never been with another woman. I saw the sparkle in her eyes as she went on, still holding and rubbing my tits that were tingling wonderfully. "I take it you enjoyed it Tina?" The kiss I gave her being open-mouthed, tongue plunging and lips grinding, was intended to answer that question in the most affirmative way, but I still whispered. "So much Moira, I enjoyed it so much." Now the time had come; she knew it as well as I did. The moment was here when the favour had to be returned, no not had to be, needed to be and I so badly wanted to do that. I wanted to love Moira that way, have sex with her like that, be so marvellously intimate with her and give her the pleasure she'd given me. I wanted to hold her down there, have my face against her most womanly place, I wanted to taste her and smell her. Yes I wanted to fuck her with my mouth as she'd just fucked me. Looking deep into her eyes and softly stroking her body I started to slither downwards. She knew exactly what I was doing, where I was going and what was going to happen. "Oh yes, yes Tina," she said softly and rather huskily I thought, as she ran her fingers through my hair. "Oh yes baby, have me like that, take me Tina." Her words were almost as thrilling as the feel of her soft tummy on my face, nearly as exciting as feeling the crinkliness of her pubic hairs on my lips and getting on for being as pleasurable as the intoxicating smell that was filling my nostrils as my face rested on her silky thighs, which opened slowly, but so, so wonderfully. Then for the first time I gazed at another girl's pussy, and in marvellous technicolour close up as well. Sure I'd seen pictures of a few in dirty mags, of course I'd looked at mine in a mirror and yes I'd got very brief glimpses of other girls 'equipment' in the showers at school, but never anything like this. Having my face between Moira's thighs, my eyes and mouth so close to her pussy, being able to see everything and to smell her streaming womanly juices was simply amazing. Well it was more than that if there is such a description. I can remember just lying there gazing at her for a while thinking rather ridiculously and unnecessarily crudely. 'Are all cunts this beautiful or is it just hers?' But I had little time to ponder such delicate topics for I felt a pressure on my head and a low whimper from Moira, who had, I assumed been sitting patiently as I ogled her pussy! Have you ever had a really magnificent curry? Have you ever sampled anything that simply makes your taste buds and sense of smell explode? Have you ever had anything that stimulates all the four senses of touch, sight, smell and taste at the same time to an electrifying degree? Well if not get to suck a pussy as soon as you can. Everything just simply blew me away: the silkiness and the warmth of the excretions and of Moira's lips; the feel and the sensations on my tongue as I was tipping her velvet; the way her lips opened and contracted as my mouth, so naturally it seemed, found its way round them, along them inside them and onto her clitoris that, to my uneducated tongue, felt as though it was throbbing. The way her hands gripped then released me; the way they sought and found, for I moved so they would, my breasts, my nipples, my mouth, bottom and pussy; the way her body went tight, her back arched, her legs opened and straightened and her chest, rose and fell. All of it was unique and fabulous. "Oooooooooooooo Tina, Tina Tina" she groaned as my licking got to her. She was pulling my hair with one hand and squeezing my breasts with the other. I redoubled my efforts on my lover's most intimate and private, yet now totally open and available places. I moved from alongside her. I was holding her hips, but from a different angle to which I'd ever held anyone's hips before. My face was between her opened thighs; my body was lying in straight line away from her tummy, like a massive prick I thought, trying to get into her vagina. My arms were under her legs reaching up and holding her hips, pulling them towards my face as I pushed myself towards her; just like, I smiled to myself, that massive prick trying to get into her. Yes, my body and my face were both like phalluses trying to get inside Moira to fuck her. At that moment, as she started to cum, I wanted to be a man, I wanted to have a cock, I almost wanted to be a cock, I was a cock, or more realistically my tongue was a cock and it was that which was most certainly fucking this magnificent woman. It was too complicated, confusing and sheer fucking exciting to record faithfully; I simply can't remember what happened in detail. All I know is that I made Moira cum, several times and that was incredible. I've made men cum, but that pales into insignificance compared to the effect on me of giving my first lesbian lover an orgasm. Finding Myself I already knew I was bisexual at this point, but the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore year in college is when I truly discovered myself. I was a point guard in college, and and I have always prided myself in fitness. At the time I was about 5'9, 145, pretty solid. I wasn't like I am now (I do figure shows). Blonde hair, fairly tan. I had just got done running sprints down at the field, so I was in spandex shorts and a sports bra driving home. I noticed the cop car behind me as I looked at my speedometer - 50 in a 25 - fuck! The cops car followed me for a bit, then flashed its lights as I turned onto my county road. I waited and saw a short hair, stalkey, individual walking to my car. I made sure my C cup boobs were pressed up nice and high, thinking this was a male. "Know why I pulled you over?" I started to reply when I was tongue twisted..."No, I don... you're a girl?" She chuckled: "Yeah, looks like you're shit out of luck! Bet you wish I was a guy to admire that body of yours, huh?" I blushed a little as I looked her up and down for a minute; her arms were huge for a girl! She was 5'11, around 160, and had more muscle than a lot of the guys in this town! "Ma'am, is that an open container of alcohol in your car?" I looked behind me into my back seat, and sure enough, half a bottle of whiskey was back there. "yes, but I haven't been drinking - I swear! I just got done running!" "Ma'am, will you please step out of the car?" I tried to argue, but it lead to the same verdict. She lead me to the back of her cop car. "You don't have any weapons on you, correct?" "Where the fuck would I hide them? I'm in spandex and a sports bra!" She got close to my ear as she handcuffed my hand behind my back..."you need to drop the fucking attitude, or this is going to get real unpleasant for you!" "Fuck you, Buff Bagwell!" She slammed my head onto the trunk as she beg taking off my socks and shoes. "What the fuck are you doing?!?!?" She reached over, put her fingers in my nostrils, pulled my head back, and shoved my dirty socks in my mouth! "Shit the fuck up! The reason I'm a cop, is I hate the idea of little valley girl types like you getting out of tickets because you show off your body!" She kept her fingers in my nostrils as she felt up my legs, then her hand brushed my vagina as I let out a soft moan... (fuck, I'm a whore) I thought to myself. My moan attracted her hand back to my hips, ass, and crotch. She started rubbing my ass through my spandex as my breathing got heavier. She pulled on my nostrils harder - "like being treated like a whore, huh?" Her hand dove into my spandex ans she gripped my ass cheeks. "Unlucky for you, 'Buff Bagwell', likes it rough!" She pulled her hand out, and spanked my ass HARD! She slipped her hand across my vagina again, and smelled it; "Seems like you do too, cunt." She started busting my ass harder and aster then I had ever had - ever! She kept counting out loud as he finger nails buried deeper into my nostrils. "46, 47, 48, 49, AND 50!" I was crying and heaving as she pulled my spandex off me. I felt her finger press into my vagina..."Fuck, you loved that!" She began finger fucking my as I could hear my fluids inside me splash around! She pulled harder on my nostrils as I began squirting down my legs and onto the gravel! My legs trembling as I jumped straight into my second orgasm! She pulled her fingers out, as I waved her night stick in front of my face. I tried pleading through my sweaty sock, gag, but it was useless; I felt her night stick push deep into my vagina, now! I can't even lie, it was fucking amazing! She made me cum so many times it hurt! She threw my spandex and sicks into her back seat, then forced me to lick all my cum off her night stick. I was so lost in heat, I deep throated that black rod for her! She put her address in my phone - "be here before 7, or I'll pull you over every fucking day, slut." I hung my head in shame knowing that actually sounded good as I walk to my car. "Oh, hey, Slut!" She shouted, "wear something slutty!" Finding Myself She moved even nearer, checking theatrically that no one else was listening. "It's naughty of me I know but sometimes I find myself checking out friends and colleagues and wondering what it might be like." My eyes widened in surprise and the question was out before I could stop it. "Who? Not the students?" "No, of course not, credit me with some morals." "Then who?" Again, she looked around the obviously empty room before she replied. "Gail Anders, for one. She's a real peach don't you think?" "You think she's a lesbian?" "If she is she's totally discrete about it, and I've never heard her talk about a boyfriend." Her smile was almost a smirk and I felt like a teenager exchanging mischievous gossip. I asked. "Anyone else?" "You mean apart from you?" My brain suddenly felt starved of oxygen. Had I not been sitting I would have fallen to the floor. She must have registered my shock as she playfully touched my face. "Sorry, I was joking, I didn't mean to upset you. Look, I'll take a shower and then I'll open a bottle of wine." She rose from the bed and extricated herself but my mind was still racing. "Are you okay?" She now stood over me and somehow the side of my face was pressed lightly to her skirt. She stood still, waiting for me to move away, but then must have assumed that I was still in need of comfort. She began to gently stroke my hair once more but she only succeeded in increasing the tension that was slowly building within. It had never occurred to me that another woman might find me attractive in a sexual manner and, joking or not, I guess I should have been flattered. My thoughts tumbled over one another and I knew I should stir myself but the feel of her hand was soporific and, in a childish way, I felt that I was deserving of consolation. After a few moments she must have decided that the situation was growing awkward and she turned her hip slightly as a prelude to leaving the room. In so doing her skirt rucked up a little and she gently attempted to straighten it. I apologetically eased away but as she lifted her skirt I caught a glimpse of smooth ivory flesh framed between the welts of her black stay ups and a seductive pair of similarly coloured panties. Time seemed to stand still. Mine was the merest glance, a barely perceptible flick of the eyes, but she was somehow aware. She held her skirt up a fraction longer as if to test the truth of her senses and then reason was strewn to the winds. I let my head loll but this time my cheek came to rest against the naked warmth of her thigh. Everything seemed incredibly still with the exception of my heart which had quickened alarmingly. No words were exchanged as she allowed her skirt to drape over me and then began to stroke my head through the light cotton fabric. I was still capable of rational thought, enough to know that I was acting aberrantly, but I also knew that I had crossed the Rubicon. For a moment I was transported back to childhood, seeking the sanctuary of my own private world beneath the bed sheets, but this new world was more closely confined. In the darkness I could still discern the pale glow of her skin but this was a much warmer haven, her body heat adding to the humidity of my breathing. Her skirt, fresh on that morning, held the waning fragrance of lavender but the trials of the day added a redolence of freshly baked cookies. She continued her unhurried caress but, as she did so, her body began to turn; at first almost unnoticeably but then degree by slow degree. My nose was brought round and pressed to the soft cushion of her panties releasing a heady and unmistakable scent. For a second or two I stopped breathing, as the air thickened around me, and then I opened my nostrils. The sinful nature of the act only added to the rush and my head began to pound. Under normal circumstances it would have taken me a long time to recover from the wrenching orgasm that I had so recently enjoyed but I could feel the inner heat rekindling. I was briefly assailed by an image of the pair of us enjoined as we each breathed in the others excitement but the abasement was mine alone. Her hand rested a little more heavily at the back of my head as she encouraged an even greater intimacy. My face scrunched gently against a sculpted tuft of hair beneath which her labia assumed a surprising prominence. Without knowing why I pursed my lips and formed a kiss. Even through the sheer barrier of her panties I felt them respond, swelling partially and opening a little. Their pliancy seemed suggestive of a proud maturity and, for a moment, I felt a little overawed. She responded to my stasis with a fractional movement of her hips, teasing my mouth with an increasing wetness. For a second or two I sealed my lips but then, as if it had a mind of its own, my tongue stole forth. At first there was an unwelcome tartness, an echo of my experience just a short while earlier, but then her full taste began to be osmotically transferred. I flattened my tongue and savoured it with a series of long slow sweeps. A voice in my head, which could only be my own, told me that I was little more than a slut but I could not make myself stop. Lost in my own netherworld I was suffused by a frightening sense of contentment. How long it continued I could not say. The passing of time was measured by an increasing, but almost pleasant, soreness as my tongue worked at the barrier between us. I thought that if I laboured long enough it could be dissolved but Ruth was more in tune with reality. She held me still as she reached beneath her skirt and eased her panties a little so that slid down her legs. For an instant the spell was broken and I had a chance to redeem myself but I did not take it. She held me firm as she stepped free of the lacy encumbrance but, either by desire or design, I found myself slipping to my knees. She used both hands to press her skirt against my ears, closing me off once more, and making clear that there was to be just one point of focus. So fixed, I could hear nothing but the rush of my own blood and all my other senses became heightened. I reapplied my tongue to the raw wetness and her pouting lips melded themselves in a gentle embrace. The temptation to delve deeper was strong but, for now, I stayed as I was letting the tip of my tongue explore the shallows. My nostrils distended and each ensuing breath was more heavily impregnated with the scent of ever growing arousal. It was, in its way, another unwanted reminder but it had its own unique signature that made me breathe deeper still. She was attuned in some way and she let her hands slip to take hold of her skirt and pull it tightly about me. I was immediately sealed into the muggy atmosphere of her heated femininity and I could no longer resist the urge to take more. She thrust her hips fractionally to meet the pressure of my tongue and I slid inside with unseemly ease. Almost at once I felt an excited pulsation and some instinct had me seal my mouth to her opening. Her hands found my head once more, holding me tightly in place, as I felt her begin to melt. Moisture ran over my tongue and I swallowed as best I could but I almost choked on the inundation as she started to come. It was a brief, intense, orgasm and my mind was a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. I felt a surge of remorse for having acted as I did but this was counter posed by an odd sense that I had let her down in some way, that I had made her come too quickly. She seemed in no hurry to release me and I wondered if she was as embarrassed as I was but, as her breathing settled, she finally lifted her skirt. I had to make an effort to meet her eyes but her face glowed with an open smile. "That was nice. Wait for me while I take a shower." I was not sure what she had in mind but it soon became clear. I struggled to find my voice. "I need to clean up...to wash my face." "No you don't sweetie...just wait quietly and think of me." It was almost an instruction and I was unclear how to react to it. In the event she left me to my own decision as she walked from the room. For a minute or two I remained on my haunches listening to the spattering of the shower next door. I felt so wanton as I knelt there reeking of her but, each time I tried to snap out of it, I found myself conjuring an image of her luxuriating beneath the cleansing water. What was it I wanted? Was I expecting her to return the favour, in spite of all that she had said, or was I simply hoping to do it again, to prove myself the equal of her former devotee? The latter thought was unconscionable but the very fact that it had entered my thoughts spoke volumes about my disordered state of mind. She returned to the room to find me exactly as she had left me and she favoured me with a knowing smile. She was completely naked and stood as if to be admired. She carried a little weight on the hips but this only helped to emphasis her hourglass figure crowned by her enviable breasts. She was also blessed with long legs and years of cycling around the campus had kept them well honed. If I was in as good a shape when I reached her age I would be more than happy. It was easy to understand why she found men easy prey. Having paused she moved towards my bed which was still in disarray following my earlier exertions. Her dark eyes looked a little disdainful as she drew up the coverlet over the rumpled sheet but her smile returned as she lay down and settled herself. She was half raised on my twin pillows and her central position left no room for me to join her on an equal footing. It was the final confirmation of what she wanted and her assumption that my own pleasure was to be found in the giving. She held my eyes as she drew up her knees and opened her legs safe in the knowledge that I would not be able to resist the temptation to let my gaze fall. For some seconds I battled with myself. What had gone before could have been construed as accidental, something in the heat of the moment, but this would be totally premeditated. There would be no hiding from myself and no way back. She could see the conflict raging but she was sublimely patient. She ran her fingertip lazily through the petite triangle of black hair that pointed the way down and my eyes finally dropped. "Don't fight it..." Her voice was seductively husky as she used the same single finger to beckon me forward and, as a moth to the flame, I approached the bed. To reach my goal required a further act of obeisance as I laid myself down between her parted legs but now that I no longer had to meet her eyes I felt less vulnerable. Instead, I stared at her elongated labia which were a beautiful shade of dusky pink. It was impossible to resist and I drew nearer to place a gentle kiss. Her skin smelt sweetly of coconut oil, a product of the shower gel she preferred, but, as I continued to kiss it was slowly overwhelmed by a now familiar pungency. She relaxed more deeply onto the bed and following my natural instincts I took a single fold between my lips and caressed it with my tongue. I was surprised both by its suppleness, its wonderful smoothness, and the way that it yielded up the taste of her. I began to alternate between them encouraging her sex to open up to me until the moist inner core was revealed. She gave a quiet purr of approval and, encouraged by this success, I licked along the whole length of her sex with the flat of my tongue. I tapped a well of moisture and, for some minutes, I continued to lap at her. As I swallowed from to time I wondered, obliquely, if it was possible to become addicted to the taste. The simple fact was that the greater the measure of my success the more aroused I became. The urge to touch myself was getting harder to resist but my hands were now trapped beneath the fullness of her buttocks and I did not want to do anything to spoil the moment. Her body had begun to quiver with pleasure and she gave a contented sigh as I now moved slowly upwards. I thought that she might use her fingers to open herself up to me but she made no move to do so. I was left to seek out her clitoris with the tip of my tongue and, initially, it was a clumsy attempt. I suppose I was expecting something more prominent and not this delicate, deep set, bud. It took a moment to realize that I had found my goal but confirmation came in the form of her fingers entwined in my hair holding me just so. She began to gasp as she pushed herself at me and I felt a sense of elation. It was only in looking back that I decided that her arousal was stoked not by any ingénue skills of mine but more by the fact of another conquest. Her second orgasm was more frenzied than the first. Her body bucked and she closed her thighs about my head in an almost painful embrace. At some point she cried out but, imprisoned as I was, I barely heard it. After what seemed an age she finally relaxed a little and I felt her body being subjected to a series of gentle aftershocks. By the time she deigned to open her legs again I must have looked a complete mess. I could feel perspiration beading at my temples and my face felt hot and clammy. "I won't be long..." I got up quickly and crossed to my en-suite shower room. For the second time that afternoon I stood beneath the soothing jets trying to make sense of events but, more particularly, what I would say to Ruth. When I came out she was gone. I stopped to listen and heard her moving around in her own room. Within seconds I had thrown on some clothes and I shouted as I went out of the front door. "I have to get some air!" Chapter 4 As soon as I was outside I knew it was a mistake. I was simply postponing the inevitable. At some point we were going to have to talk. As I walked I tried to examine my feelings. Had I enjoyed it? Yes I had but I found it hard to explain why. Was I attracted to her? Physically, there could be no doubt, but there was no emotional connection other than that to be found between good friends. The problem I had was in coming to terms with the fact that she had, in some way, used me but to what extent had I brought it upon myself? I resolved to tell her that it would not happen again and to volunteer to find somewhere else to lodge although that was likely to be a real pain. It was some hours later when I got back to the apartment and, having steeled myself, I was disappointed to find she had gone out. At some point I dozed and slept straight through. Ruth was still not home but that was not altogether unusual. I got myself ready and rehearsed what I was going to say to Meg Dowland. As I walked into the outer office Gail asked how I was feeling but, with thoughts of what Ruth had suggested about her, I could not meet her eye. I muttered a peremptory reply and carried on into the Principal's office. Meg rose to greet me and then offered me a seat. She looked at me silently for a second or two before speaking. "I've given that matter some thought and I will speak to all the girls involved. I will have them know that they cannot get away with such behaviour and I will withdraw all privileges. If there were proof I would exclude one or more of them from school altogether but you see my difficulty. Now, you may disagree with me, and you may be minded to pursue a stronger course of action, but I would caution you against it. I have no doubt that everything happened as you said it did, and you were hurt in more ways than one, but it would be your word against theirs. Clearly, we cannot have you teaching them as a group anymore and I would like to make a suggestion whilst I shuffle the timetable. You are a good teacher, and your reputation with difficult children is undoubted, otherwise you would not have been recommended for the exchange programme in the first place. For the next few days I wonder if you would consider tutoring Rachel Cummins at her home? I know your initial acquaintance with her was brief but she mentioned you by name." So it was that I set off across town. I still felt aggrieved but I could see the sense in what Dowland had said even if I did not entirely agree with it. Rachel had been part of Chloe's clique but she was tolerated almost in the manner of a mascot; compared to her 'friends' she appeared physically underdeveloped and lacked their streetwise dress sense. Now eighteen she could pass for fourteen with ease but, more recently, the continued jibes that she had been forced to endure had pushed her too far. She had hit out at another girl resulting in a mass brawl. All of Chloe's group had been involved but Rachel had been singled out for exclusion. I had only had her in school for two days but shared Dowland's opinion that she was actually a very bright young woman who would flourish if she were sufficiently removed from Chloe's malign influence. Rachel's home came as a surprise. A neat, detached, three bedroomed house with freshly painted white facings. I rang the bell and Rachel herself answered the door. In school she came across as a dowdy dresser with little pride in her appearance but today she could have been a different person. She wore her long blonde hair loose and it had a lustrous shine which was not apparent when she sported her usual tight chignon. It was also the first time I had seen her in makeup. It was very tastefully applied and brought out a previously hidden beauty in her blue eyes and a pleasant emphasis to her full lips. She still looked younger than her years but this was an ugly duckling transformation. Instead of her chain store jeans she wore a neat cotton skirt which gave the lie to the 'sparrow legs' nickname I had heard her called. In fact, her legs were coltish and nicely proportioned. The final surprise was her bust. She was wearing a simple, but expensive looking, white blouse loose over her skirt. Far from being flat chested, as her usual sloppy sweatshirts would suggest, she was possessed of a pair of pert, shapely breasts, which some of her peers might rightfully envy. She smiled and invited me in and I found that even her accent had changed. She did not use the street argot that always made her sound so awkward but a more natural suburban vernacular. Over the course of the morning I had to resist the urge to ask her why she so obviously hid her true personality and instead tried to assess her true academic potential. By the time lunchtime arrived I was really beginning to warm to her and offered to take her to Denny's but she insisted on making coffee and sandwiches. We resumed after lunch but I started to feel uncomfortably warm. It was another hot day but the house was air conditioned and I wondered if I had the makings of a cold. Rachel looked cool enough and when I began to feel dizzy she insisted that I lie down for a spell. I refused, saying that I would get a taxi home, but I was really feeling quite rough. She showed me up to her mother's room and I told myself I would just take a quarter of an hour to recover and then leave. When I opened my eyes again I felt disorientated, at first wondering where I was and then for how long. It took a moment to gather my thoughts but only to realize that something was badly wrong. I was completely naked and completely immobile. Trying not to panic I assessed my predicament. I was still on Rachel's mother's bed but my arms and legs were bound to the four corner posts with stockings. I tugged angrily at my bindings but there was little play in the material and was forced to give up the struggle. No sooner had I done so than Rachel entered the room. "You're awake." "What the hell have you done to me...My God...you drugged me!" Finding Myself "A cyclohexamine mixed with a little diazapam it won't do you any harm" I do not know what chilled me more, the fact that she had done it to me or her frightening familiarity with the compounds. "Rachel, let me up right now or there will be serious consequences." She ignored me completely and spoke almost to herself. "It's why they tolerate me you know, Chloe and the others, I'm good at chemistry if you get my drift." The thought of her as some sort of local drug baron did not bear thinking about. "Rachel, what are you doing? You have a nice home here, a bright future, you could go to jail for this." "A nice home? My dad left when I was two. My mum lectures on animal husbandry. She's never here and when she is she's a controlling bitch. The only thing she's good for is the drug samples they send her from time to time." She sounded like a petulant child but seemed all the more frightening for it. I tried to reason with her. "What have I done to you? Why are you angry with me?" "You? You've done nothing to me...but you will do." "You think I intend to harm you." I had misconstrued and she smiled. "I was there, yesterday, watching, out by the bleachers." I did not like the direction the exchange was taking. "You can't have been. I would have seen you." "But you didn't. But I saw you alright. I saw what you did for her. ..I want you to do that for me." I looked at her aghast. "Rachel, what happened yesterday was wrong. They'll be punished for it." "That doesn't change anything. You're going to do it." My anger flared. "You will release me right now young lady or there will be hell to pay." "I don't like you angry. I'm going to cheer you up a little." I shouted after her as she left the room but she was back seconds later. She was holding a simple, modestly sized, white vibrator not unlike the one I kept at home. "I used this last night while I watched. Do you want to see?" She held her cell phone in front of my face and ran a snatch of video. It showed Chloe on the bench with my head between her thighs. She must have been close by, but I could not figure where, or why I had not seen her. My immediate thought was that this might be the evidence I needed but the short clip did not show the beating nor was it obvious that I was tied down, "Do you have any more...video..or photo's?" She snapped the phone shut and chuckled. "Maybe..." She contemplated the vibrator for a moment and then held it under my nose. "Does it smell of me? It should do. I use it all the time." In truth it smelt soapy but the thought that it had recently been put to intimate use caused an undesired stirring. She smiled as if she understood and then took up station between my wide spread legs. "Rachel, this is an assault. If you let me up now we can discuss this like adults but if you make me go to the police I will press charges." She ignored me and switched on the vibrator before holding it up for my inspection. "New batteries...the bunny ones...we can play for hours." Her words made me snatch a look at the bedside clock. It was just after four in the afternoon, suggesting that I had been out for over two hours, but, more importantly, I wondered when her mother might return. "She's away for the night, if that's what you're thinking." I pulled at the stockings again, in total frustration, but to no avail. "Stay away from me...I'm warning you." She stroked the very tip of the vibrator along the length of my sex as I tried to turn myself away. "You have pretty lips...mine don't show...but you'll see for yourself." For the next minute or two I tossed and turned to the limits of my restraints but she remained totally unmoved. When I gave up, and lay breathing heavily, she rolled the vibrator across my inner thigh. It was a pleasant sensation but I did not want it to be so. I struggled again but she simply waited and then afforded the same treatment to my other leg. I decided to try a different approach and signal my lack of co-operation by remaining stock still but she continued to tease the vibrator over my legs whilst, every now and again, dipping a little closer to my sex. I closed my eyes and tried to think of home but her forays became more frequent and, each time, she lingered just a little longer. I do not often resort to my plastic partner, preferring the dexterity of my own fingers, but she had such a gentle touch and seemed to know exactly when and where to apply pressure. Sometimes she would simply let it rest on my mound but then she would turn it a little, threatening penetration, but always holding back. I told myself that all I needed to do was to concentrate, focus my anger, and ignore the growing sensations but I was constantly reminded of my physical vulnerability. I kept trying to close my legs and when I felt my nipples starting to grow firm I jarred my shoulder in a reflexive attempt to cover my breasts. Over the next half an hour I repeatedly exhorted her to let me go but she simply refused to reply and focused on my response to the damnable vibrator which was having an ever greater effect. With a frighteningly steady hand she teased the very tips of my labia and it took all of my willpower to keep myself still. I did not want her to know that she was getting to me but the physical manifestations were all too obvious. My body had a sheen of perspiration and I could feel a growing wetness between my legs. "Why are you fighting it? Ask me nicely and I'll let you feel it inside." I gritted my teeth and heard her quietly chuckle as I whispered under my breath. "You little bitch..." Taking this as her cue she held the vibrator so that the blunt nose rested gently on a point just above my clitoris. The effect was immediate and amazing. The vibrations seemed to spread out from that single point to tingle my whole body. Within a few seconds I was quivering on the edge of orgasm but then came a sudden empty silence. She left me hanging as she coldly switched it off and stood up from the bed. "Cool down for a few minutes...I'll be back." I shouted after her but she left the bedroom without another word and I strained to hear her moving around downstairs. It must have been a least a quarter of an hour before she returned by which time my body had calmed down a little. "Rachel, let me go and we'll say no more about this." It was a lie. I had been humiliated just once too often and she was going to pay for it. She moved closer to the bed with her head tilted a little, as if pondering my offer, but then she smiled. "I don't think so. You and I are having way too much fun." I thrashed my body in frustration but the bindings held and she waited me out. "You have beautiful nipples, but then I suppose that people have told you that." She picked up the vibrator and, having switched it on, she touched it to my breast. I tried to turn away and she gave a tut of disapproval. She hiked up her skirt and, mounting the bed, nestled astride my stomach pinning me firmly in place. I was immediately aware of the heat between her legs but I was given no time to dwell on it as she brushed the vibrator over my nipples. The reaction was almost instant. I lay stiff and obdurate but I could feel the treacherous engorgement. Fired by her success she used the very tip to tease them to greater prominence and I felt an all too familiar stirring in my groin. "I could make you come by doing this..." The way that she addressed me, with a familiarity and maturity well beyond her years, was unsettling but there was no doubting the effect she was having. I had tried to get Sean to pay more attention to my breasts and I was convinced that, with less impatience, and a little more sensitivity, he would be able to bring me to a climax but I was not is a position to criticize. I had often brought myself close by coaxing my nipples but overexcitement had always gotten the better of me. She began to hum, a mocking counterpoint to the thrumming phallus, as she continued her delicious torture. How long it went on for I could not say. Half an hour? Perhaps more. I began to turn my head from side to side as my whole body tensed. She took me to the edge on at least four occasions and the frustrated urge to touch myself, to find release, almost brought me to tears. "Please...I can't take any more." "Don't be silly. Of course you can...we've hardly started." With that, she put the vibrator aside and began to gently pinch my distended nipples between her delicate fingers. For a few seconds I felt a sense of merciful relief but her knowing touch soon lifted me to an even higher plateau. I did not want to surrender but it was now going to take very little for me to reach my long sought goal. Somewhere, at the back of my mind, I was aware that my sex had begun to leak, a prelude to the final breaking of the dam. I teetered at the brink, a hostage to her cruel benevolence, but she let her fingers slide away. "Not yet...not by a long way." I almost whimpered in frustration and watched as she theatrically brought the back of her hand to her brow. "It's a little warm in here don't you think?" As I watched she started to unfasten the buttons of her blouse before casually discarding it and revealing her breasts. She must have hovered at the fringe of adult bra sizes but they were beautifully shaped and, from my supine position, I could appreciate their perfect curvature. She lifted them a little drawing my attention to her delightful nipples. They were perfect half dollars cast in dusky terracotta and she began to brush them with her thumbs. My own breasts ached as I watched them engorge and it was if I could still feel her fingers as she began to playfully tweak them. For the next few minutes she remained lost in her own pleasure and, whilst it may have only been in my mind, I was sure that I could feel an increasing wetness on my stomach. I wanted to close my eyes but found myself continuing to stare. At one point I found myself working my tongue around the inside of my mouth reminding myself of those deviant moments when I wished that my breasts were sufficiently large that I could suckle myself. My mind must have drifted because, when I returned to reality, it was to find her looking at me intently. "I am this close to coming...but I'm going to save it all for you." She slid herself off of me and without any further preamble she picked up the vibrator and applied it to my sex once more. After a further twenty minutes I was pleading with her either to stop or to finish me off. My body was cramped and relaxed by turns and she was testing my sanity. She was still threatening penetration, allowing the head to push through the gates of my labia, and I felt as If I were gaping in anticipation. There was an increasing pressure but, just as I thought she was going to relent, she withdrew altogether. She had turned off the vibrator but it was a second or two before I noticed. It seemed as though I was still hearing it so familiar had it become. She got up and left the room. Shortly afterwards I heard the shower running and then another sound. She was singing something contemporary, I could not quite place it, but she had a haunting melodious tone. When she returned she was completely naked and any lingering doubts I might have had regarding her femininity were dispelled. She would have no worries on the swimsuit front; any style would have suited her with her subtle curves and newly revealed self-confidence. I entreated her once more but she proved totally implacable. She took up where she left off and started on my sex again. My body ached and I felt exhausted, certainly beyond further arousal, but she was not to be denied. She focused her attention on my clitoris, circling it with a gossamer touch. In less than sixty seconds she had me strung at the highest pitch desperate to be plucked. With new found strength my body arched up from the bed but she moved with me barely staying in touch. When I could no longer hold myself rigid, and collapsed weakly, she simply started again. We must have gone through the cycle at least a dozen times and, by the end, I was begging her to finish me off. "You can come whenever you want to...you just have to make me come first." She slinked onto the bed, through my open legs, and pinned my shoulders with her knees. Her sex hovered above me and she had not lied. Unlike mine hers was a tight clamshell, a vivid pink contrasting with her pale skin tone. It looked as if she had been slapped and I wondered if it was an indicator of her excitement. She relaxed a little and brushed her sex over my nose and mouth. My nostrils immediately flared and my mouth watered involuntarily. "See, you do like it..." I was slipping into a vale of darkness. I knew it was sinful but I could not help myself. Her words were mesmeric and I could see nothing beyond that tantalizing, roseate, upland. "Let me see your tongue..." I let it loll from my mouth and she softly touched her sex to it before drawing away but it was enough to pick up her taste. She had me, and she knew it. She held herself a tongues length away and, as she knew I would, I closed the gap. "That's more like it...do I taste nice?...Nicer than her?." As I applied my tongue her sex distended and I was shocked by the marked contrast between the modest warmth of her mound and the wet heat of the now exposed interior. "See how creamy you've made me?" As I held my tongue in place it was coated with a rich ooze and I began to lap at her with slavish devotion. The taste enlivened me more than the strongest espresso and I could not get enough of it. "Aren't you the greedy one..." She laughed as I pushed my tongue inside her almost grunting with effort. She moved forward a little, letting me bear some of her weight, and then I felt a rhythmic pulsing as she strained towards her inevitable orgasm. "How does it feel...knowing...that I'm going to come on your face." She punctuated her words with a gentle thrusting of her hips. "Oh God....here it comes." She suddenly bore down on me, shutting out both light and air, isolating me in an uncomfortably humid world where my perspiration became comingled with her increasing wetness. A final, painful, squeeze of her thighs heralded the finale but my only share of it was a struggle to breathe. She kept me under for a moment or two, as her obvious pleasure abated, and then she scooted up until she was resting on my sternum. Her face bore a beatific smile and she had a high colour in her cheeks. "Look at you..." She playfully ran a finger over the greasy mess coating my face and, before I could react, she fed it into my mouth. At that instant I hated her but, at the same time, I realized that I was still poised within a hairs breadth of a climax of my own. "Shall I make you come?" I did not want to answer but I found myself nodding assent. "That's good, because I'm not finished. I want to come again." She lightly turned herself around so that she was facing down my body and I was left gazing at her taut, rounded, backside. It was unblemished and seemed curiously smooth. It was only as she lowered herself once more that I realized that she was completely and utterly denuded of body hair and I suspected that she had applied body lotion after her shower. "I want you to lick my clitoris..." I could not believe how brazen she was and I was left wondering about her sexual history. She settled in such a way as to accommodate her own request but it was still a long stretch for my tongue. I was tempted to refuse but, out of my sight, she reapplied the vibrator. Within seconds she had me gasping. "I can't feel anything...and you don't get to come until I do." In order to comply I had to tilt my head a little and my nose eased between her tight cheeks until it was pinched closed. From this position I could lick the apex of her sex but I could not discern her clitoris. It took a second or two to comprehend that she was toying with me, bringing the vibrator closer to bear on my own clitoris as I homed in on hers. My body went rigid when she finally touched the spot and, clearly, I had done the same for her as a trickle of moisture ran over my tongue and threatened to choke me. I must have been closer than her because she eased off for a moment and concentrated on her own need. I redoubled my efforts desperately wanting her to reengage and I did not have to wait for very long. Her hips began to move again and now it seemed enough simply to have my tongue in her sex. She was starting to climax again and I prayed that she retained enough control to take me with her. I almost cried out as I felt the tip of the vibrator moving away but as her orgasm took hold she pushed in deep inside me with a single, purposeful, thrust. The shock of it, combined with the instant onset of my climax, took my breath away and, for a few seconds, I thought I was having an out of body experience but then I was wrenched back and buffeted by powerful waves of pleasure that seemed to have no end. She had sealed me in once more but I was beyond caring as I rode out an orgasm the like of which I had never known. My whole body prickled as I stretched and writhed notwithstanding her added weight. She must have been concerned because she dragged herself forward a little, clearing my face, as she collapsed full length on top of me. We both lay heaving for breath and then I caught the distinct sound of sucking moisture as she slowly withdrew the vibrator. My ears were ringing but I heard her whisper the word 'thankyou' as she placed a single tender kiss on my heated sex. I froze, daring to hope, but she slipped away from me altogether and stood unsteadily. "I need a drink...don't go away." I did not appreciate her black humour but I was still powerless. She skipped from the room in a manner that suggested that she was in a hurry to get back but some minutes later she had still not returned. I heard confused sounds from downstairs but, try as I might, I could make nothing of it. Doors were being opened and then I heard her footfalls on the stairs. Her tread was heavier suggesting that she had got dressed again and, for a split second, I felt a twinge of disappointment. As she came through the door I craned my neck to look and gave an involuntary shriek. Dressed in a well cut two-piece business suit, with a fashionable leather courier satchel draped over her shoulder, there was no doubt that I was looking at Rachel's mother. She had the same youthful features tempered by a short, easy maintenance, hairstyle. We must have stared at each other for a space of seconds until the dull thump of her satchel falling to the floor broke the silence. "Oh my God, she really did it." She came closer, looking down at me in disbelief, and I felt myself redden with anger and embarrassment. "You must be the teacher." There was something wrong here. It was almost as though, having gotten over the initial shock, she had been expecting something like this. As if reading my mind she began to explain. "Rachel is not an easy young woman to get on with. She can be withdrawn, even from me, and she has difficulty with friendships. You'll think me badly of me but she keeps a journal; she doesn't think that I know but I read it from time to time to try and tune into her wavelength; I'll never qualify for mother of the year but I do try and make an effort. Last night she was up here for ages, writing away, and my curiosity got the better of me. I read it when she fell asleep. Finding Myself She wrote about a new teacher, you I assume, being assaulted by Chloe and her friends. I hate that girl, and all she represents, and I am so glad that Rachel has nothing more to do with her, but, God forgive me, reading it was an incredible turn on." The shock must have shown on my face because she continued quickly. "I know it's wrong but Rachel has a talent with words; her fantasy really got to me. She said that she was going to kidnap the teacher and force her to do all manner of unspeakable things. I had no idea that she was actually capable of it." My predicament made mustering my dignity something of a challenge and I found myself at a rare loss for words so I simply waited for her to free me. She reached for the stocking binding my wrist but then I saw her nostrils flare. After a momentary hesitation she dropped her hand to my face and gently stroked my forehead. "I can smell her on you. It's just like she wrote it. She came on your face didn't she?" Before I could react she brought her mouth to mine and kissed me softly. Then she pulled away and licked her lips lasciviously leaving me shocked numb. I stared incredulously as she stood up and, without taking her eyes from mine, she began to unfasten her skirt. Beneath it she was bare legged and she was sporting a daring thong which threw a fresh complexion on her 'night away'. She paused, allowing the tension to build, and then she slipped the flimsy material down her legs. I knew what was to come and I knew that I should have cursed and screamed but I remained eerily quiescent. She did not even bother to remove her shoes as she purposefully mounted the bed and slid her knees over my arms. Rachel obviously owed her lustrous blonde hair to her mother but the tidy growth that dressed the older woman's sex was of a curiously darker hue. As she slowly shut me in this was explained as I was enveloped in a soft, heavily scented, dampness. The urge to resist was still strong but for all the wrong reasons. Perversely, it was not her blatant disregard for my choice in the matter that spurred me but rather an autonomic reaction to the fact that she was about to rob me of breath. She had a nice figure but she weighed in at least two dress sizes larger than her daughter and, as she tightened her thighs about my head, it was hard to escape the impression of being buried alive. I do not know if it was the physical application of pressure or some mild form of sadism but she was incredibly aroused. She gave a groan that I felt rather than heard and, as she moved slightly to settle more snuggly, I was smeared with moisture. In a shocking moment of self realization I knew that I would have willingly licked her, a perverted craving to know her taste, but it was not what she wanted of me. She linked her hands on the top of my head and slid herself forward a couple of inches bringing darkness and closing off my nose and mouth. I held what little breath I had, waiting for her to move, but she seemed intent on testing my limits, I tried to shake my head but I was held fast and my stifled scream of anguish only made her shiver with delight. When I thought my lungs would burst her plan was made clear. She raised herself just a few millimetres and I heaved a lungful of air but it was laden with the very essence of her. It threatened to choke me but, at the same time, it brought my body alive. I felt my eyes widen as I drew a second tainted draught and I knew that this scent was going to be indelibly impressed upon my memory. Having made her mark upon me she settled once more and selfishly sought out her own pleasure. She began to rock herself on my face, a slow, deliberate, grinding as she worked her sex over the varied contours. It was painful, and still hard to breathe, but I recognized something primal deep within me as she anointed my face with her private unguent. As she slowly gathered speed I tipped my head a little presenting my features more blatantly and she was more than happy to avail herself. I was lost in a trance and only a suddenly more savage pressure alerted me to the onset of her orgasm. I began to fear that she might do me some physical damage but she was beyond caring. Her hips jerked spasmodically and she held my head in a vice as waves of increasing pleasure ripped through her. Fortunately she could not maintain that level of intensity and she slumped to a sudden finish. For a few seconds I was smothered by her hot, pulsing, sex but then, with an obvious effort, she rolled herself free of me. As I panted for breath she unfastened the stocking at my wrist and then lounged in the whicker chair which sat in front of the dressing table. She watched as I slowly released myself and remained poised on the edge of the bed. Only now did I appreciate just how cramped my muscles had become and my face felt raw. I rubbed some life into my limbs, rose to my feet, and looked around for my clothes. I did not say a word to her. I wanted her to worry about where, and to whom, I was going to take this matter. My clothes were nowhere to be found and I looked for something to cover myself with whilst I searched elsewhere but she drew my attention with a throaty chuckle. "I'll tell you where to find them later. You're not finished yet sugar...not by a long way." Chapter 5 The next few hours are a blur, even now. When I was eventually allowed to shower and dress it was to come downstairs to find them sitting drinking coffee together at the kitchen table as though it were the most natural thing in the world. I left the house with their laughter ringing in my ears and started to doubt my sanity. I desperately needed time alone to get myself back on track. I returned to Ruth's apartment to pack some things and found it still empty. It was a shock to find that her absence left me disappointed. I took a taxi and booked a room in the hotel I had used on the first day I arrived. It was out near the airport but it was clean, functional and inexpensive. My next step was to phone Meg Dowland and tell her that I was unwell and would not be in the next day. She sounded genuinely sympathetic when she told me to take as long as I needed. With that settled I fixed myself a drink, crashed on the bed, and put a phone call through to Sean. It was great to hear his reassuring voice but things grew tense when I tried to pin him down to booking a flight. He put up the same obstacles that had blighted our parting saying that it was not a good time in terms of his job. I felt this even more keenly now than I had then. He must surely have been able to hear the upset in my voice but he seemed anxious to bring proceedings to a close telling me he would call back later. I slammed the phone down and was left with my own thoughts. Was I a lesbian? At any other time in my life I would have answered with an emphatic 'no'. Of course there had been times, when I saw a particularly alluring woman in a movie for instance, when I might have fleetingly wondered what it would be like, but surely that was true for every free-spirited young woman. I had never attempted to find out and, on one occasion, I had positively turned aside an overture from an especially beautiful woman that I met at a teachers conference. Looking at things more pragmatically I still had hopes of a home and family and surely that suggested a traditional relationship? I suppose it could be argued that, nowadays, this need not be the case but this train of thought led me to a fresh revelation. My encounters had been devoid of any emotional engagement but there was more to it than just sex. Yes, I cannot deny that, in some perverse manner, all my senses had been brought alive but the excitement had come as much from my lack of control over the situation. I found this both startling and frightening. I had always considered myself to be ambitious and driven, determined to succeed in a world skewed in favour of the male of the species, and there was no definitely no way that I would bow the knee to any man, but I had taken strange comfort in making myself subservient to a woman. For much of the next day I remained ensconced in my room whilst I used my laptop to carry out some research. It seemed that many lesbian relationships were based on the dominant/submissive dynamic but I got no closer to an understanding my own condition. That evening I ate alone in the small hotel restaurant and found myself checking out both men and women to see what effect it had on me; left none the wiser I went back to my room intent on an early night. I finished brushing my teeth, turned out the bathroom light, and screamed. On my bed, bold as brass, sat Meryl and the twins. "How the hell did you get in here?" Meryl smiled. "The night porter. How could he resist?" She indicated the twins with a sweep of her hand and I could see what she meant. Both girls were wearing white pelmet skirts and cropped tops that would not allow a bra. If this was not enough they were both wearing roman sandals laced up their legs setting off their immaculate tans. On other girls the clothes might have seemed slutty but these two carried it off effortlessly. Meryl herself sat in stark contrast. Her simple russet dress could almost have been tailored to fit her toned body and it echoed the darkness of her skin. All this I assimilated quickly whilst still trying to figure out what was going on. "How did you find me?" Again, Meryl acted as spokesperson. "We heard that you spoke to Dowland and then you didn't turn up for school today. Then we tried Ruth, Miss Cottrell, and she said you had gone away for a while." "She said you didn't pack everything so we figured you hadn't gone far. The twins put on a show for the local taxi dispatcher and here we are." These girls might be failing intellectually but they demonstrated a degree of cunning that had me fearful. "So, you've gone to a lot of trouble, but why are you here?" For a second or two she seemed unsure what to say but at a nod of approval from the twins she continued. "What we did to you, what Chloe made us do, was wrong. We know you been trying for us and we want you back." To say I was shocked would be an understatement. "Meryl, you have to understand, I can't take a class with Chloe in it, not after what happened." "You haven't heard? Dowland gave her an indefinite suspension." I felt myself welling up. Not only had Meg given me her support but it seemed the girls had faith in me. My self-doubt concerning my abilities as a teacher seemed ill founded after all. Seconds later the twins were standing on either side of me proffering tissues as I began to cry. All my pent up emotions poured out and they edged me towards the bed. Now it was Meryl consoling me as I sat beside her. She was a mere teenager but I took comfort from the latent strength of her body. She cradled my head to her chest whilst the twins cooed around us. It felt so relaxing to be closed in. There was a sense of protection and I wanted to share the warmth of them. My eyes began to feel heavy and I just wanted to lie down. They would leave and tomorrow would bring a fresh start. Meryl leant over me brushing a stray hair from my forehead and I was vaguely conscious of a soft rasping sound. The twins hovered at her side like ethereal supplicants and her dress seemed to slip away. In my dream state I saw her breasts; twin, dark, mounds, not much larger than Rachel's, but defined by honed muscles. Her nipples were darker still, bitter chocolate and fiercely erect. I wanted to try their taste but she remained tantalizingly out of reach. I thought that she whispered the word 'pillows' but with a wry inner smile I felt that I could have found a better description. Again the twins flitted at the margins and then Meryl seemed to slip from me. For a second I felt exposed but the twins put their arms around me easing me over onto my stomach. I lay in the foothills of an obsidian mountain with high peaks either side hemming me in. I gazed upwards towards an imperious face which brooked no disobedience. She wanted me to move deeper into the valley where a dark oasis lay exposed borne up upon a white mound. The earthy scent drew me in emanating from the twinned pink petals that bloomed beyond the outer darkness. The temperature rose and I felt a growing thirst but moisture was at hand glistening wetly before me. I licked greedily but the bitter sweetness did not assuage me. I opened my mouth a little wider and ventured a deeper assay. There was more moisture here but also a greater heat and pressure. I laboured for a seemingly long while until my tongue tired and I reluctantly withdrew paying attention once more to the fringes of the opening. "Higher." A single, clear, command and I obeyed. I pursed my lips and flicked my tongue across the smooth pearl that marked the apex. I was in no hurry and settled contentedly to my task until I felt a tremor of satisfaction slowly becoming a heaving quake of gratification. I did not want the dream to end because waiting at the door was a feeling of crushing guilt. I continued to lick up the final seeping evidence of my crime but reality was slowly imposing itself. Meryl rose from her recumbent position leaving me alone on the bed but even as she began to dress her place was taken by the twins. They reclined side by side on the stacked pillows with their knees raised neither of them wearing panties. In that moment I understood the anguish that men must feel in their presence. They were achingly beautiful young women who allied a studied innocence with the allure of a pole dancer. I knew that this was the bite of the apple which would finally cast me out but I could already feel any last vestiges of resistance crumbling away. "You're not going to let us down are you? Don't you want a taste?" It seemed so clichéd and I wondered if they were in the habit of offering themselves as a pair. I was convinced that, what ever the arrangement, it would only ever be on their terms. To all intents and purposes they were identical unless you were privileged to find yourself in the position I now occupied. Each had a neat triangular tuft at the crown of their sex but one was dyed the palest blue whilst the other was a soft shade of pink. As I drew nearer, almost mesmerically attracted, I noticed another curious difference. Both girls had prominent labia, a deliciously puffy enticement, but, on one, the left hand side was more pronounced whilst on the other it was the right. I was still racked by an inner turmoil but, even now, I was considering where to begin. As I hesitated the decision was made for me. Pink reached down and gently peeled her sister open revealing gossamer strands which strained for an instant and then parted as if in welcome. I fell upon her raveningly causing gales of laughter. "God, she's keen!" "But is she any good?" "Oh yeah, she's a total slut." All this I heard but, if it was intended to be hurtful, it missed the mark. I was adrift in a private nirvana. It may have been a trick of the mind but her taste was syrupy sweet, exciting my tongue and increasing my frenzy. I was allowed my indulgence for only a few moments until I was pulled away by the hair. "Save some for me." Pink dragged me from between her sister's legs and set me between her own. She pressed me unceremoniously to her sex and thrust at me. "Lick!" She was very wet and, for a few seconds, she seemed intent on drowning me. My mouth and nose were initially overwhelmed until she relented a little and let me do what I was proving so good at. "Take your time, no one is going anywhere in a hurry." With this volte-face she made herself more comfortable and looked down upon me as I found my rhythm. Her taste was different; in essence the same but somehow more mature. Over the next hour I was given ample opportunity to compare as they made me alternate between them. It became a game as they each tried to judge when the other was close to coming and then I would be made to change station. By now my tongue had swollen a little and my face muscles were cramped but I persisted. To make things easier for myself I sporadically sealed my lips and gently sucked; swallowing their copious offering brought mild relief. My nose was nestling in blue hair when the end came. Pink tried to pull me away but blue was too far gone. She clamped me tightly with her surprisingly strong thighs and used both hands to make doubly sure that there would be no escape. "Eat Me!" They were the last words I heard before I was cut off from the light and enclosed. I applied my tongue, thrusting it deep within her, causing her to twist back and forth in delight but threatening my already strained neck muscles. Her orgasm grew, slowly at first but quickly overwhelming her and I was a passenger as she rode out the ever more violent convulsions. When it had passed she unhooked her ankles and relaxed her thighs and I was presented to the world as a bedraggled mess. I lifted myself with an effort but there was to be no respite. My hair was grabbed again and I was pulled back down. "Now, damn it, I need to come!" Pink adopted a different approach to her sister. She opened her raised knees and blatantly exposed her sex. With a series of ever more urgent instructions she made me lick the whole of her mound with broad sweeps of her tongue before getting me to concentrate on her clitoris. She was incredibly hot and her body shone with perspiration. Her deodorant was starting to lose the battle but I was amazed that I could discern the slight staleness beyond the thick fug with which her sex filled my nostrils. The tiny bead was heavily cloaked but I worked on it with the tip of my tongue. Her increasing excitement was evidenced by a stream of expletives which she used to urge me on. When the moment came her body arched and stiffened and then, as if a valve had been released, she began to spurt. I had heard of such things but nothing could have prepared me for the warm gouts of moisture which now anointed my face and neck. Ignoring the urge to pull away I saw it through and licked her until she had no more to give. Amid more laughter I was handed a towel and I cleaned myself up as best I could whilst the twins got dressed. As they left Meryl turned to me. "I wouldn't shower just yet. Jenny and Janisa said they would swing by when they finish their shifts at the mall..." Chapter 6 When Geraldine first suggested the American exchange program I had been skeptical. As well as my mentor she was also one of my best friends, despite the twenty year gap in our ages, but I could not shake the feeling that she had taken a dislike to Sean and saw the scheme as a way to give me some space. My background, teaching disadvantaged children in the upper age range, made me uniquely qualified but Geraldine had cryptically remarked that the trip would help me 'find myself'. I smiled for the first time in hours thinking 'If only she knew." My mind was made up. There were clearly some things about myself that I needed to explore, perhaps I was even in need of some professional assistance, but not here. There had already been too many disclosures and far too many embarrassments. I needed to get back to Ireland and start with a clean sheet; and that included Sean. I was not going to call things off altogether but I wanted some room to breathe. The next morning I broke the news to Ruth and she tried to talk me round but I could not help but wonder if she had more selfish motives. If I needed anymore incentive to return home it actually came in the course of that conversation. Just looking into her eyes I could feel myself weakening and she knew, as I did, that, had she wanted to, she had only to say the word.