18 comments/ 92832 views/ 46 favorites The Wreck By: Colleen Thomas Vivian Thorn pulled her hand back from her work and checked her pressure gauge. It read eight hundred pounds and she nodded to herself. She returned to gently brushing sediment away from the delicate vase, half buried in the ocean floor. Underwater archeology was her passion, but she was so single minded that once she began, she would often forget to check the readouts. On many occasions she had been forced to forego her safety stop because she was almost out of gas. She cursed herself when it happened, because it meant she had to spend extra time on the surface and her research group was running out of time and grant money. Viv hated diving with analogue gauges, but she had hocked her dive computer and most of her back up gear for extra dollars. Even her Buoyancy Control Device, the jacket with air cells that allowed her to maintain stability under water, was borrowed. She had risked almost everything she had on this expedition. The vase, while beautiful, was not part of the wreck she sought. It was, however, pretty valuable and if it was in pristine condition, might fetch enough money to keep her operation going one more week. The investors had already pulled out, cutting their losses and forcing her to use her own limited means. They had decided the Gulphin was just another treasure legend. In some ways, she was relieved. Investors were interested in profit, not history and would pressure her to bring up the reputed treasure trove of silver and gold. Without backers, she would be free to excavate it thoroughly. The ship had special meaning to her and the history was far more important than the treasure. If she could just find the damned thing! The Wreck This is a long story. Maybe it would qualify as a "novelette", but it's just a story. I posted it on another site but this is a modified version and more polished, I think. Don't comment if you are too cowardly to post your user name. * I had never known until that night what people meant when they talk about having their "heart in their throat". My neighbor's little pickup took the hospital exit off the freeway faster than I knew was possible. Fortunately there was little traffic in general, and no cars at all on the exit ramp. It was not my neighbor's driving that had my throat constricting so that I felt my pulse there, however. That began when I got the phone call from the state patrol. "Mr. Fredricksen?" The impartial voice came through the line. After confirming I was myself, I heard words that are among the most dreaded to hear over the phone - or any other way, for that matter. "I'm afraid there's been an accident..." My wife, Claire, and my stepdaughter, Charlie, had wrecked the car. They had been taken to the hospital by the paramedics. That was all he could tell me on the phone. I ran next door to draft Jimmy for a ride. My own pickup was in my garage, but I felt I couldn't trust my driving right then. Our car had been totaled and both the women in my life were now in the emergency room. That was all the voice on the phone could tell me. The truck's tires squealed as Jimmy twisted the wheel to bring the vehicle under the canopy outside the emergency entrance. We'd hardly stopped moving when I bailed out. I ran inside while he went to park. The attendant at the desk told me that my wife was in surgery. "What about Charlie?" I demanded. The nurse frowned. "I understood it was a young girl..." she scanned the clipboard. "Yes! Charlie... Charlene! Our daughter! How is she?" I knew I was nearly shouting, but I was scared. "She'll be fine..." the nurse didn't get the chance to continue. Just as my consciousness registered Jimmy's arrival at my side, a female voice behind me said, "Mr. Fredricksen?" I spun around and found myself facing an impossibly young woman in a white doctor's smock. She had the requisite stethoscope draped over her neck. She took the clipboard from the nurse and penned some entries on it. Handing it back, she turned to me with a hand on my shoulder and we walked away from the admission desk. "As the nurse was about to tell you, your daughter is fine. She fractured her right forearm and there are some pretty severe lacerations to her hands. You can go see her in just a moment. She is as anxious to see you as you are her. Your wife suffered more serious injuries, I'm afraid." Her voice had a calming effect on me. My heart still clenched at her words. She was so calm though, it couldn't be that bad, but she hadn't told me yet. I tried to control of my imagination. "Why is she in surgery?" I asked. "Relax. It's serious, but not critical. Her right femur -- thigh bone -- has a compound fracture, but the x-rays showed that there was also extensive damage to her tibia, the shinbone of the same leg. So much that it necessitated placing some 'hardware' in to repair it. The doctors should be finishing up in another couple of hours." The doctor told me that my wife was under a general anesthetic. Whenever they used a general, the patient had to remain in the hospital at least overnight. Since Claire's surgery entailed insertion of steel pins, she would be in there for at least a few days to monitor her for infection or rejection. Jimmy waited in Emergency while the doctor took me to the second floor recovery room where Charlie was resting. She handed me over to another doctor who repeated the information I already knew about her condition. I almost cried when I saw our beautiful eighteen year old girl. Both eyes were black and her right arm was in a cast. Her hands were wrapped in thick bandages and another length of gauze bandage was wrapped around her forehead like a headband. I thought she was asleep, but our voices caused her to raise her head and turn toward the door. She croaked out a pitiful, "Daddy..." that broke my heart. She'd called me "Dad" from the time she was about fifteen. Hearing it now hit me hard. I rushed across the room and stood beside her. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, but I stopped myself. Realizing I couldn't even take her injured hand in mine, I settled for a hand on her gowned shoulder. Her cheek was undamaged and I bent to kiss it. Then she rasped, "Water?" I held the plastic straw to her lips and she sipped gratefully. The doctor checked her over briefly and told her that her mother was going to be fine. I saw the relief on Charlie's face. The doctor told us both then that Charlie could leave as soon as the paperwork was ready. "Or, if you don't feel quite up to it, you can stay a while longer," he told her. Charlie said she wanted to rest a little bit longer. "What about my wife?" I asked the doctor. "If you want to wait either here or in the waiting room, we'll let you know as soon as she is out of the O.R. As I said, she'll be unconscious until late tonight. She won't be able to talk to you, but you can see her before you go." Charlie tried to sit up, but she was woozy from the anesthetic and flopped back. "Mom had to have surgery? I thought she just had a broken leg?" I let the doctor explain. Then he added that we could stay as long as we needed. They would have the discharge papers left at the desk for us. He turned and his squeaking footsteps faded down the hallway. I turned back to my daughter. She had become so dear to me in the nine years she had been in my life. I had married her mom only seven years before, about the time Charlie turned eleven. It was kind of a rocky start for Charlie and me. She didn't like the idea of a new man in her mother's life after the divorce. But my sense of humor -- and (more likely) my cooking -- charmed her. Now we were real buddies. We lived the father / daughter roles, but our relationship was more complicated than that. We loved each other as a father and daughter would, but there was an element of friendship that rarely exists between a blood parent and child. I had acknowledged to myself when Charlie started to develop that I had some sexual feelings toward her, though I knew they had to live and die inside my head only. I didn't want to risk losing either my wife's or Charlie's love and trust by doing something stupid. Even those times when Charlie was obviously flirting with me, I chalked up to hormones and feeling her way around the new world of puberty. Now I looked down at her with her black eyes. "Uh... Honey?" I said. "Yeah?" "I hate to tell you this, but... you look..." I cleared my throat for effect. "Well, you look kind of..." I watched the anticipation build as I dragged it out. "... well, kind of like a... raccoon." Charlie had just taken another sip of water. She sprayed it into the air (and on me) and jerked up as I laughed. "Ow-ow-ow," she groaned, holding her plastered arm and hurting her bandaged hand. Then she relaxed again. "My head and stomach hurt, Daddy!" Then she made a face and added in a mock whisper, "Asshole!" I chuckled again. "But you're a pretty little raccoon, Honey," I said. She just stuck her tongue out and lay back on her pillow. Claire had been bringing our daughter home from her second semester of college. As Charlie told it, a car had swerved over the center line on a blind curve and knocked our car into a shallow ditch. Charlie had been knocked unconscious but Claire had the presence of mind to call 911 before she, too had passed out. Charlie woke up in the ambulance lying next to her still unconscious mother. By eleven that night we received word that Claire was in recovery. Everything had gone according to the book. After looking in on her, we decided we might as well go on home. She was still out from the anesthetic, so I left her a note and we left. Charlie was ready to go, since she was so worn out. The orderly wheeled her down to the waiting room. I got the papers from the desk and asked Jimmy to bring the truck around. Charlie leaned her head on my chest all the way home. Jimmy said goodnight and I thanked him as we went into the house. I helped Charlie to the living room couch and got her set up there with pillows and a blanket. She asked for ice cream so I brought a dish for her from the kitchen. Between the spoonfuls I fed her, she told me she had been driving, so it was her mom who took the brunt of the crash instead of her when the car went into the ditch. She said she thought at first the other guy had been drunk, but the police had told her he was just on his cell phone. Chalk up another one to modern technological stupidity, I thought. We sat and watched TV for a while, despite the late hour. Around midnight I saw her nodding. "Do you want me to help you up to bed, Honey? Or would you rather sleep here on the couch?" I asked. Her legs were sore and bruised, but not really injured. She could handle the stairs, but Claire and I sleep downstairs. If she needed anything in the night, it would be easier to wake me if she was down there. "I think I'll stay here, but..." She hesitated uncomfortably; looking at her softball sized bandaged hands. I waited. "But I have to pee!" she sounded so pitiful again. For a second I didn't understand. Then it came in a flash: I had to help her. I would have to tend her; not only to pee, but for everything she would normally do with her hands. I know it makes me sound like some kind of pervert, but it gave me a little jolt knowing that I'd have to wipe her and wash her for at least the next few days. The nature of our relationship dictated my response. I laughed. She looked furious for a second, and then she cracked up, finding as much humor in the situation as I did. "You'd better be very nice to me, young lady. I can make you very uncomfortable if you aren't," I made myself sound as much in charge as I could. "If you make me pee my pants, you'll be the one who has to clean it all up!" she countered. I saw her blush as the import of her own words sank into her mind. I ignored her pink cheeks and helped her off the couch and followed her into the bathroom. I stood behind her as I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. Her panties followed and I discreetly made a point of trying not to think about her nudity as I helped her to sit. I left while she peed. When she called me back in, I saw that her face had gone from pink to beet red. I was very businesslike as I rolled a small wad of toilet tissue up and helped her to half stand. She spread her legs and I wiped her. That was when I realized she had copied her mother's practice and started shaving her pubic hair. "Oh, God!" she groaned in embarrassment as my hand patted her smooth slit dry. "No big deal," I lied as I pulled up her panties (she didn't want to sleep in her jeans, so I pulled them from her ankles and dropped them into the hamper) and walked her back to the couch. She got comfortable and I bent to tuck the blanket around her and to kiss her good night. She put her good arm around my neck and hugged me tight. "I'm so glad you and your mom are going to be okay," I told her. "If you need anything, just holler," I said. Then I went to bed. As I lay there in the dark I tried not to think too hard about my nursing job for the next little while. The next morning I woke up early but groggy from staying up so late and the adrenalin hangover. I walked through the living room to the kitchen. Charlie was still sleeping. I heard her call me as I turned the coffee on. She had to pee again. We repeated the routine from the previous night and she didn't seem quite as uncomfortable. I looked at her crotch as I wiped it. That morning I didn't make any effort not to look. It was so beautiful and soft. Charlie's wrist on my shoulder pressed down a little bit harder as I again patted her dry. I glanced at her. Her eyes were closed. I wondered what effect our forced intimacy was really having on her. Back in the living room we sat and drank coffee (Every few minutes I would lift her cup to her lips and she'd slurp it in.) with the morning news. There was a short blip about the accident. The other driver, too, was still in a different hospital. "Good!" Charlie said. "He deserves it for being such an asshole! Goddamn cell phones!" We had never been the kind of parents who censor their children's language, except to explain about discretion in public. At home they could talk the way they wanted. Both Charlie and her older sister swore as much as I do -- and their mother, too, for that matter. Kim, the older daughter was married and in England with her husband. I made a mental note to call her and let her know about the accident. I surfed through the channels but I watched Charlie. She hadn't covered up again when she sat down. I looked at her long smooth legs and her tiny green panties. The tee-shirt stopped at her navel. She had cut her blonde hair short just a month before and it was definitely 'bed head' that morning. I saw that it was almost seven o'clock. I wanted to get to the hospital to see my wife. It was a puzzle what Charlie should do, though. I could hardly help her in a public ladies room. I asked her what she thought. "I'll call Jenny. Today is her day off. She was going to come and see me anyway. She can stay with me." Jenny was her best friend in high school. Jenny had stayed home to work a year or so, while Charlie went off to college in the eastern part of the state. "Okay, but it's too early for that, isn't it?" "Well, if I need help before I call her, I'll try Marge." Marge is Jimmy's wife next door. I was sure she would be happy to help. Jimmy left for work early so I knew Marge would be up. I'd clear it with her before I left. I spent the morning with Claire. I'd brought a deck of cards, magazines, the book she was currently reading, as well as clothes for her to wear when she got released. After I confirmed what the doctors had told her about Charlie's condition, she showed me the device they'd placed on her leg. It was a new development that maintained the proper stress on the bones in lieu of her having to be in traction. All morning she drifted off in mid-sentence from the lingering effects of the anesthetic. When they started wheeling the lunch cart down the hall, she kicked me out, telling me to go home and take care of Charlie. I was grateful for that. I dislike being in hospitals -- even when I'm just visiting. I just get bored, no matter how much I care for the patient. The few times I've been in a hospital bed I'd just as soon nobody hung around too. When I got home, Charlie and Jenny were on the couch. The stereo was on loud. When I walked in I turned it down. I was rewarded with twin raspberries from the girls. I asked Jenny how long she could stay, since I had some work to do in my office. She said she had to be at the dentist at 3:00, but she could stay until about twenty to 3. It was just 12:30 so that would work out okay for me. I thanked her and went into my office. A while later, I needed some papers from my briefcase, which I'd left in my bedroom. I had to pass through the living room on the way. I was in my socks and the thick carpeting made my progress silent. The girls were still on the couch which put their backs were toward the hallway. They obviously didn't realize I was there. They suddenly giggled. Charlie whispered, "You should have seen his face when he saw I didn't have any pubes!" They giggled again and I just stopped to listen. Jenny asked if it made her wet when I wiped her. Charlie just groaned! I suddenly felt exposed so I slipped back into the dim hallway, just out of sight. I couldn't believe what I'd heard. Was Charlie sexually active? My wife and already suspected she was, but I didn't know how much. That's probably why she'd started shaving. I shook my head, and then strained my ears to hear them. "You know," Jenny's whisper was raspy. "You're gonna have to shit and take a bath sooner or later. Gary will have to do the duties." I had already had the same thought. My face got hot then. "I know!" Charlie said. "I can't wait! His strong hands will be all over me then." "God!" Jenny replied, fidgeting on the couch. "I'm so jealous! Gary is such a hunk, even if he is so old." I reared back at that. I'm only forty two. Then I smirked at myself. Of course to anybody under thirty I'd seem ancient. Still, I thought, I have heard many women wax romantic over Sean Connery. He's in his seventies or something. That was one of the few things Charlie and Claire agreed upon. Sean was a hunk to all womankind, apparently. I didn't want to eavesdrop any more. I silently retreated down the hall, then coughed and made some noise as I came out. The girls turned innocent looking expressions to me as I crossed the room. Briefcase in hand, I returned to the office and closed the door. About an hour later Jenny said goodbye and left for her dentist's. "Daddy?" Charlie's voice came from the open door of the office. She stood in the hall outside. From the way she fidgeted, I knew she had to go again. I smiled and we went down to the bathroom. "Um... I think you'll want to go out for a while," she said once she was seated. Her face had taken on the deep red she'd worn the first time I had helped her. Then I realized she had to take a dump. "Oh! Yeah, you're right about that! I've smelled your stink before." She stuck her tongue out, but I knew it was what she needed. I had to make things seem as normal as possible to ease her embarrassment. I pulled the door almost closed and went into the living room. A few minutes later, I heard the toilet flush and Charlie called me back. We went through the supremely embarrassing routine of me wiping her pretty little ass. Then she said, "Can I have a bath, Daddy?" I don't think she noticed my brief hesitation. "Of course you can, Honey. Just let me finish one thing in the office." I went back into the hall. I didn't have anything to do in the office; I just needed a second to prepare myself. Though I'd frequently seen her in her panties, I had only seen her naked once before, back just after Claire and I married. Being a new stepfather, I had just burst into the bathroom one night just as Charlie had stepped out of the shower. She screeched and covered herself with a towel. I apologized profusely and the incident was forgotten. That was before she had sprouted her little titties, though. I didn't really see anything either, except bare wet skin. Now I was going to have to give her a bath. I gulped and returned to the bathroom. Charlie was trying to struggle out of her tee-shirt. She had it partially off her head. While she was blinded by the shirt, I looked at her bra covered breasts. They looked larger than I had thought them to be, but still small. I laughed and she snorted. "Here, Honey, let me help." I got the shirt off and started the water filling the tub. She sat in her underwear and waited while the tub filled. On an impulse, I dumped some bubble bath into the flow. Suds soon began to billow up. We talked about her injuries. She said they didn't really hurt much. I left the room and retrieved some plastic bags from the kitchen. Using the ever present duct tape, I taped them over her cast and bandages as insurance. When the tub was full of water and suds, I stood up. I smiled at her and she reddened again. She stood up and turned her back to me. I unhooked her bra. She shrugged it off her arms and let it drop. Then I knelt to slide her panties down. Her round butt was inches from my face. To lighten the mood, I gave her a swat (when what I really wanted to do was give it a kiss). She squealed and swung her hand back toward me, missing because she couldn't see where she was aiming. She stepped one foot into the tub. When she tried to put her other foot in, she slipped. I grabbed her, my arm going around her middle. My other hand ended up on her hip, just below her waist, and half on her ass. "Be careful, Honey!" I said. The Wreck She sank into the covering suds quickly. "It was your fault!" she said. "I was hurrying so you wouldn't swat my butt again." "Bullshit!" I said as she sank into the warm bath. "You were just in a hurry because you didn't want me looking at your skinny little naked body." "Bite me," she said, but there was a grin on her face. I knelt on the bath mat and took up the washrag and soap. Charlie leaned back and closed her eyes. "This feels great! I was getting tired of smelling myself." I laughed and wondered where to start. Then I knew. I put the soap and washrag back on the edge of the tub. I had her turn around so her back was toward the faucet. I lifted the shower hose from its bracket and turned on the water. After adjusting it, I told her to lean back on my arm. I got her hair wet and twisted the ring to close the shower without turning it off at the tap. I shampooed her hair and she groaned with enjoyment. It reminded me of the groan I'd heard when she and Jenny were talking. Under my jeans, I felt my dick begin to stir. While her eyes were still closed, I glanced at her young breasts. They were little hillocks on her chest, dusted now with suds. The nipples were bright pink and looked like they were hard. I had to wonder what thoughts were going through her mind. I took a good long time rinsing her hair. I was eager, yet reluctant to get on with the more important parts of her body. I wrapped a towel around her head as best as I could. It looked sloppy, but it stayed in place and kept the water from dripping into her eyes. I took up the soap again and worked up a lather on the cloth. I gently washed her face and rinsed it. I turned her away from me and washed her shoulders, this time just using just my hands. Her arms were already raised to keep her cast and bandages dry, so I washed her under the arms. It caused the predictable giggles, but it got done. She leaned forward against the back wall of the shower so I could wash her back. I helped her get to her knees to bring more skin out of the water. Her butt was red from the hot water and sitting on the hard tub. I washed down her back and just kept going. When I slipped my hand between her ass cheeks, she gasped a little bit, but moved her legs apart to give me access. It had to be washed, and I had to do it. Besides, I had already wiped it, just minutes before. This time there was nothing between my fingers and her little ass hole. She mumbled a quiet, "Oh, God!" and I wondered if it was from embarrassment or some other feeling. I turned her back to face me then. She was still on her knees. She held her arms up and I washed her front. She kept her eyes closed. I guessed she didn't want to look at me while I felt her naked body all over. That was fine with me, because it gave me the opportunity to ogle all her young charms. Then I glanced up to see Charlie grinning at me. I realized then that I had been spending way too much time on washing her breasts. I was busted! My dick was like steel in my pants, but she couldn't know that. The position I was in kept it hidden from her view. It was my turn then and I felt my face get really hot. I used the washcloth to rinse her chest. I washed her belly and then hesitated. She leaned her elbows on the back edge of the tub and raised to a squatting posture, her knees spread wide. "Go ahead, Daddy. I need my pussy washed, too." I looked down to see it in all its glory. Wet and shiny, it seemed to wink at me from between the clusters of bubbles. Her lips were swollen, either from the heat or from my hands running over the rest of her body. I soaped my hands and slid one down to cup her hairless mound. I rubbed it gently and Charlie pushed against my hand. She let her head hang back and she groaned openly. "That feels really, really good, Daddy," she whispered. Pretense was falling away on all sides. I licked my lips, imagining what she might taste like. I slid my hand farther down so that my thumb was right on top of her clitoris. That placed my fingers at her asshole again. I washed her there some more and rubbed her little nub with my thumb. Her knees started to tremble and she lowered her arms to cross them under her breasts. I wondered how long it would take for her to have an orgasm if I kept it up. But I was sweating and I felt my cock oozing into my underwear. I pulled my hand away and splashed her crotch with sudsy water. She jerked and her eyes popped open. They looked surprised. She didn't say anything. She just sat back in the tub and I finished by washing her legs and feet. She giggled again when I tickled her feet. I pulled the plug and helped her to her feet. Now there was no reluctance on her part. She kept glancing at the obvious bulge in my jeans. There was no way for me to hide it so I just pretended it wasn't there. I still had the shower hose hanging. I pushed the button and waited for it to warm up again. Then I carefully rinsed all the bubble bath off her as she turned around. She was facing me and she smiled as she spread her knees for me to rinse her crotch. Our eyes locked together as I directed the spray at her cunt. Her eyes squinted and she shivered a bit from the sensation but she didn't close them. We both knew for sure at that point that our relationship had changed. I sat on the toilet lid as I dried her off. She rested her hands on my shoulders and put one foot on the tub edge so I could dry her crotch. I took my time. I could smell her female scent then. I wanted nothing so much as to pull her to my mouth and taste her juices. Still, I held back. When she turned her back to me I dried her from shoulder to waist. Then the little shit bent forward and leaned her weight on the laundry hamper, sticking her ass in my face for attention. I chuckled at her boldness, but obediently dried her off. Then I leaned forward and planted a kiss on each cheek before delivering another sharp swat to her butt. She jumped again and spun around. Then she stormed out of the bathroom, calling me names. I heard her stomp up the stairs. I laughed because I knew what she hadn't realized yet. She couldn't dress herself. I took my time rinsing the tub out and hanging wet towels. When I got to her room, she was lying on the bed on her belly. I noticed the blankets were kind of bunched up under her hips. I got the distinct impression that she'd been humping herself against the wad of blankets. I also got the impression she hadn't finished. I decided to be merciless. "What do you want to wear, Honey?" I asked her. "It would be nice if you went with me to see your mom before she gets her dinner." She directed me to the clothes she wanted. I helped her get into them and brushed her hair before we went back downstairs. Fortunately, Charlie's hair style was one that needed no more tending than my own. I would have made a mess of it, I'm sure. At the hospital, Claire was much more herself that evening. Charlie finally got the chance to apologize to her for the accident, even though we all knew it hadn't been her fault. Claire teared up at the sight of Charlie's cast and bandaged hands. It took a few minutes before Claire realized the implications of the bandages. "How do you go to the bathroom, Charlie?" she asked. Charlie grinned. "Let's just say that Daddy is a big help, even if he is kind of clumsy." Claire looked surprised at first. Then she realized it was necessity and she laughed. We played a game of cards, Claire holding Charlie's cards for her when it was her turn. Charlie indicated the cards she wanted to discard by their position from one end. Claire won, as usual. I put the cards away. Charlie was restless so I suggested that she go down to the gift shop and get a magazine or two. "If you see some you want just have the clerk set them out for you." When she was gone, Claire looked at me, her eyes sparkling. "So, you've been feeling my daughter's nubile young pussy!" I told her not to talk so loud. She just laughed. "What about bathing?" she asked then. "Actually, I just bathed her before we came down here. It was... interesting." She asked me to explain. I told her we were both awkward at first, but relaxed eventually. "Be careful, Honey. You know she has a huge crush on you, don't you?" "No she doesn't!" I protested. "She loves me, I know. But that's all it is." "Huh-uh." Claire shook her head. "I can tell. She's loved you for years, and since her hormones started flowing that love has turned into something more along the lines of what a woman feels for a man. Those hormones are running strong now. She's been masturbating since she started her period. She has probably been screwing her brains out at school. I know I did when I first left home." I had to tell her what I had discovered when I went up to Charlie's room. We had a laugh over that. Then Claire got serious. She turned to look out the window for some seconds. When she turned back, she took a deep breath and started to speak. "I never have told you - or anyone, for that matter - but my brother and I played at sex before he went into the army. We didn't fuck, but we played with each other sexually. I think most kids that close in age do some experimenting, even with their siblings. It was actually me who started it. I remember hearing some noises in his room one night. The door was closed, but there was light coming out under it, so I knew he was awake. I was a sneaky little shit back then. I managed to open the door a crack without making any noise. He was sitting on the edge of his bed and jerking off. Somehow I knew it was taboo too watch and have the feelings I was having. I was still pretty ignorant about sex, and not experienced at all though. Anyway, I watched him until he came. I didn't bother trying to close the door then. I just ran like hell for my own room and jumped under the covers. I didn't think I'd made any noise, but he knew or sensed something. At the very least, he found the door open. A few minutes later he came into my room in the dark. All he had on were the boxers that I'd seen around his ankles a few minutes before. He didn't say anything at first, just sat on the bed and looked down at me. "'You saw, ' he whispered. Mom and Dad were downstairs, but still awake. He didn't say it like a question. He didn't sound mad, either. That gave me the courage to admit I'd been spying on him. 'Do you know what I was doing?' he asked me. I shook my head. I thought I knew, but I was dying to learn about it. A warm feeling had started in my little pussy. That was the first time I got aroused about him, even if it was wrong. He explained masturbation to me. "I feigned surprised when he told me girls could do it, too. Then he asked me if I wanted to feel his cock. Did I ever! I really wanted to touch it. He stood up and pushed his shorts down. His cock wasn't soft the way I remembered it from back when we used to bathe together. It was a lot bigger, and stiff again, too. It was pointing straight at me. I reached out and touched it. It was sticky at the end and he was still oozing semen. He had me take hold of it and stroke it. I did for a while, but stopped. He wanted me to keep on, but I wouldn't. I was too excited and embarrassed at the same time. Before he left he cautioned me not to say anything to our parents. He assured me that they would get mad. I believed him, especially now that he had made me a part of his secret. "The next night, he came into my room after our parents had gone to bed. Our house was set up like ours is now. My parents slept downstairs and our rooms were upstairs. He woke me up and asked me if I wanted to masturbate him. He told me he would tell me how to do it for myself if I did. 'Then you can see how good it feels, too.' He lay on the bed next to me with his boxers half way down his thighs. I followed his directions and he spewed all over his belly. I was hooked then. It was like magic. I kept rubbing his cock after he came. With my other hand I felt my little pussy. It was leaking, too. I let him explain about my lubricating juices. Then he rubbed me a while. He did it more for himself than for me, but we both felt good. I didn't climax that night. "We got into the habit of getting together at night, or even during the day when we were home and our parents were out. Eventually, he was able to make me come, too. I'm not sure why we never had intercourse, but we didn't. We kept playing until he went to the service. By then I knew all about the mechanics of sex. We knew, too, about incest. What we did was, I guess, at least technically, incest, but neither of us felt too guilty about it. We didn't do anything oral and we stopped short of fucking. He was the one who broke my hymen. He did it with a candle." She stopped talking then and I could tell she was lost in her memories. I took her hand. She looked up at me. "Do you think I'm terrible now?" she asked. "Hell, no, I don't!" My voice was harsh. Her story had excited me. I showed her how I felt by putting her hand on my erection. She giggled. It sounded remarkably like Charlie had the night before. The thought of Charlie and our current situation suddenly made me wonder why she had chosen now to tell me all this. I got an uncomfortable feeling. She looked at me. I bent forward and kissed her deeply. She massaged my cock through my pants. I humped at her hand for a few seconds, enjoying her attention. "Do you think there's room for me in there?" I asked, indicating the narrow bed. "Hmm... maybe, but," her eyes looked past me, "I don't think it's exactly the right time." I turned to see that Charlie had returned. I wondered how long she had been there. I casually backed out of Claire's hand and tried to act as if nothing had happened. We hung around a while longer, and then the dinner cart was in the hall. Claire asked me to stay a minute after Charlie went out of the room. She cupped my face in her hands and kissed me tenderly. She searched my face with her eyes. Then she said something I never thought I'd hear any woman say. "Take care of our daughter, Gary. I know this is hard for you, having to tend all of her bathroom needs and all. I was her age when Bobby and I started playing around. He told me back then that he'd been fucking his girlfriend for a couple of months. You're much more experienced, and a great lay, at that. Charlie isn't your blood daughter. It wouldn't be incest." She stopped, the unspoken message hanging clearly in the air. My throat had closed up. I couldn't even begin to formulate a response to that even if I could have spoken. She smiled at me and winked. She winked, for Christ's sake! Then she laughed at what my expression must have looked like. The nurse walked in to leave her dinner tray and leave. Claire shooed me out. Just as I was about to close the door, she called me back. "She's on birth control, you know." I did know. Claire had handed me the B.S. about regulating her period two years before. I knew she had been worried about Charlie's hormones and her adventures with boys. "You seem awful quiet, Daddy." We were driving down our darkening street. Lights were going on in all the houses we passed. People were sitting down to dinner, watching TV, surfing the internet. Charlie and I were on our way home. My mind was in a whirl. I was trying to absorb the fact that my wife had apparently just given me her permission to have sex with her daughter. Our daughter. "Oh." I said. I cleared my throat. "Just thinking, Honey," I said. ("Yeah," I thought, "thinking about what it will feel like to bury myself between your legs!") She reached over and rested her wrist on my shoulder. "She'll be okay. The doctor said so," She thought I was worried about Claire. It made me feel like a pervert. I pulled her across the seat to sit next to me. Her hand slid down to lay on my leg. I know it was just my imagination, but it felt like a little heater resting there. I pulled my pickup into the driveway and cut the engine. I gave her a hug and kissed her cheek. We got out, Charlie scooting out my side so I didn't have to go around and open her door. I opened the front door and let her go in before me. She sat on the couch while I turned on the TV. "Can you help me out of these pants, Daddy?" Charlie had kicked off her shoes at the door. I knelt down and unbuttoned the jeans and worked them off her hips. They were tight and her panties slipped down with them. "Do you want these on or off?" I asked her, my hands on the elastic of her undies. She looked at me, and then shrugged. "Off, I guess." She raised her hips and I slid them off and down her legs. She doubled her legs under her and sat with a mild expression, her gaze trained on the screen. I took her clothes to the stairs and dropped them on the bottom step. Then I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a stiff drink. My cock was hard in my pants. I briefly considered shedding my clothes as well, but that was just crazy. I went back in and sat beside Charlie, trying to hide my erection and to keep from staring at her naked crotch. The shirt she wore wasn't one of the long ones she slept in. It was normal length, stopping at her waist. It was disconcerting to be sitting there with an eighteen year old girl naked from the waist down sitting next to me. I took her to pee once before bedtime. When I asked if she wanted to be in her bed or on the couch, she asked if she could sleep in my bed. "I want to be able to call you, but the couch made my back sore last night," she explained. I considered that, and then consented. We went into the bedroom. She waited for me to turn the blankets down for her. When she climbed into bed, she stayed sitting up. She asked me to take her bra off for her. I lifted the shirt and unhooked the bra. She asked me to take her shirt off. "You've seen me naked anyway. It's no big deal any more." If she only knew how big a deal it was! But I tossed the shirt on the bedside table with her bra. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. It occurred to me that she hadn't brushed. I went back and told her. She slipped out of bed and walked with me to the bathroom. She seemed to have become very much at ease being naked with me. Retrieving her toothbrush from the upstairs bathroom, I brushed her teeth for her, then my own. We went back to the bedroom together. Out of some fading sense of propriety, I left my briefs on when I got into bed. She couldn't help but see my erection, but she pretended to ignore it. I kissed her cheek and rolled to my side, facing away from her. She asked if I would rub her back for a while. I turned toward her and rubbed her back. "You're going to owe me big time when this is all over, Charlie," I told her. "I know," she said in a sleepy voice. "I'll give you a bath some time if you want." She pushed her butt back until she came into contact with my groin. "That might be kind of fun!" I backed off. She had me at a disadvantage. She was flirting outrageously, from having me strip her in the living room, to humping her ass into me. I knew secretly that whatever we did wouldn't upset her mother, though. I finally came to a decision. I told her to roll onto her belly. While she did that, I quickly stripped off my underwear. I rose up and straddled her thighs, being careful not to let my cock run into her yet. I did allow my balls to rest on her thighs just at the bottom of her ass. I continued the massage. I moved my hands lower on her back. When I reached her waist, I moved back up. The next time I made my way down, I kneaded her butt, a cheek in each hand. I began to massage her the same way I do her mother. It became a kind of lovemaking, or at least a prelude to it. She gave out appreciative moans, especially when I was rubbing her ass. "Are you still a virgin, Charlie?" I asked her. She hesitated before answering. "Mostly," she said. My hands stopped, resting on her butt. The Wreck "Mostly? That doesn't make sense, Honey," I laughed. "That's like being a little bit pregnant. You either are or you're not. Have you ever had sex? By that, I mean intercourse." "No. Not quite." She explained openly then. A boy had taken her into the woods at the park one day at school. They had played some. It sounded a lot like Claire's story, except for the setting and the fact that the boy wasn't her brother. "I jerked him off and he stuck his fingers into me. It felt good, but he was nervous. Not like the way you are," she added. So she was still a virgin! I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Excited, but apprehensive. Still, I knew I had to have her. "Then I broke my own hymen with a carrot, so that's out of the way," she admitted. I declared her massage ended. I dismounted and she rolled to face me. She took a long look at the erection standing there in front of her. I was on my knees, resting on my heels. I didn't say anything. She looked at my dick, then at my face. I smiled. She smiled back and reached forward, forgetting her bandages. "Oh! I guess I can't jerk you off!" I moved closer to her. My cock throbbed just a few inches from her face. "You could do something better, though," I told her. She knew about blow jobs. I hadn't asked her, but she opened her mouth and licked the ooze from the head of my cock. I trembled at the sight and feeling of it. She slipped her mouth over it and sucked at it. I could tell she must have done this at least once before. I didn't feel so bad then. It was difficult to speak, but I told her about the conversation I'd had with Claire at the hospital. She pulled free to look into my eyes in disbelief. Then she grinned and started moving her head on my cock, really blowing me. She sucked me for a few minutes before I stopped her. "Did I do something wrong, Daddy?" Her face was the picture of innocence. "No, you did it just right. It's just that sometimes a man doesn't want to just have a blow job." I lay down beside her and gently rolled her onto her back. "Has anybody ever licked your pussy?" I asked her. She shook her head, but I saw the idea excited her. I kissed her on the lips then. I slid my tongue between her lips briefly and then kissed her neck. I kissed my way down her body, sucking and teasing her erect little nipples on the way. I got between her legs and began to give her the most pleasure I think she'd ever had. I sucked and licked her. I nibbled her gently. I stuck my tongue deep into her tight canal, drawing shudders from her as she gritted her teeth. I looked up at her while my mouth was busy between her thighs. I kept my eyes on hers as I lowered my head to tongue her puckered asshole. Her eyes widened and she gasped, flushing deeply, It spread down her chest. She pushed her legs even farther apart. "Daddy! Oh my God!" she gasped. I probed her back hole a bit before returning to her virgin pussy. I began sliding a finger into it. She rocked her hips and moaned. Her breath began to come faster. I slid a second finger in beside the first. It went in easily. She was oozing lots of juice. She still wasn't opened up enough for a cock yet, though. Claire had a small cigar sized vibrator in her nightstand. I got it out and began to use it on Charlie. She loved it! Then she giggled. "I've used that before," she said, conspiratorially. "When you and Mom were gone one time I poked around in here. I found your movies, too." That was where most of her knowledge must have come from, I realized. "You're going to fuck me, aren't you?" She seemed to be asking for confirmation. I shook my head. "No, Honey. What the people in those movies did was fucking. I'm going to make love to you. I'm told it hurts some at first. You know that, too. But it soon will feel really good." "I know it will, Daddy. I want you to make love to me. I've wanted you to fuck me for a long time!" The passion in her voice fueled the fire in my groin and my cock felt twice its size. "I'm going to use this to open you a bit more, Honey. Then we'll be okay after that." She nodded and pulled her knees to her chest. "Go ahead!" she gasped. "Do it!" I did. I pushed the small vibrator into her until it almost disappeared. she jerked when I turned it on as I worked the little toy in and out of her. She began to pant. There hadn't been any pain for her. I pushed my shirt under her hips to protect the sheets. Then I got into position. Using my hand, I worked the very tip of my cock into her. Her sweet virgin juices smeared over the knob. The sight excited me the way I'd never been excited in my life. Charlie would be my first virgin. I pushed and slid past her labia into her cunt. I waited to let her adjust, but she was too eager. She bucked up against me, impaling herself in spite of my own patience. "Oh, Jesus!" she cried out, "Just fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She was very tight, but juicy enough that everything went smoothly. She humped up into me and I was borne off on the tide of her excitement. I plunged into her to my balls and she gripped me tight. I pulled back and my cock came out with a sucking sound. If I'd known what pleasure it was to fuck a virgin, I'd have been more diligent in my earlier years. It took only a few minutes for Charlie to reach her orgasm. Mine followed quickly, happening almost without my realization because I was enchanted watching her come. It didn't slow me down at all. I was not sated yet. I turned her over without taking my cock out of her. On her elbows and knees, she urged me in a loud voice to keep fucking her and never stop. She had at least three more orgasms before I reached my second - and final - one for the night. I wanted to continue, but my flesh demanded some rest. I let my flaccid cock slip from her and used the shirt to wipe us both somewhat clean. Her giggle turned to a groan when I lowered my face to kiss her tender, abraded flesh once more. I tasted us both. I'd never tasted anything so heady or sweet. I cuddled her into my arms and we fell asleep that way. When I woke up, my arm was numb. It had been under Charlie's head all night. I pulled it out and winced at the needles and pain of the blood rushing back into it. I looked down at my sweet little stepdaughter/lover. She looked like such a child in her sleep. It amazed me that those little lips had only hours before been sucking me and then urging me to stick my "big hard cock into her hot little pussy". I slipped out of bed and followed my new erection out the door without waking her. I went to the shower and wondered what would happen in the future. I knew Claire was supposed to be released from the hospital that day or the next. She had given me permission to have Charlie, but it wasn't clear whether she meant it as a one time thing, or not. I wasn't sure how she would feel about me having an ongoing affair with Charlie. Either way, Charlie would be going back to college in a few months, so she'd be out of reach. I heard a noise outside the shower. Pulling the curtain aside, I saw Charlie sitting on the toilet naked, her mouth agape in a giant yawn. She looked at me and smiled sleepily. "Good morning," she said. "Good morning, Honey," I replied. "How do you feel today?" "Great, I think! I'm a little sore, though." She stood up, and then realized she had a problem. I told her to come over by the clothes hamper. I used a soiled hand towel to wipe her pussy. She winced a bit. "Are you that sore?" I asked her. "Yeah," she grinned at me. "Nothing a little kissing won't fix, though," she added with a lascivious grin. I laughed and swatted at her ass, but she had anticipated me. My hand swished through empty air. She wanted to get into the shower with me, but I told her she'd get her cast and bandages wet. "You'll be out of those before long," I told her. "Then we'll see. Charlie..." I hesitated. I wasn't sure what to say about the future between us. I decided not to say anything until I talked to Claire. "What?" she asked. "Never mind. I forgot what I was going to say." I don't know if she bought it, but she didn't call me on it. I finished my shower and got out. She had left the room. Remaining nude, too, I went and found her in the kitchen trying to fix coffee for us. I took over and she sat at the table. "I'm going to go to the hospital early today, Honey. Do you want to go along or do you want to call Marge if you need help?" "I'll stay home. I'm still tired and...after last night I'm not sure what to say to Mom. Just tell her I love her and to come home soon. I'll go back with you later." She looked at me out of the corner of her eye. "Daddy?" "What?" "Do you feel bad about... fucking me? I mean, with Mom and all..." Her voice trailed off. "Honey, don't worry about it. As I told you she knew it would happen. I think she even kind of hoped it would happen" I took her in my arms, feeling her little breasts against the hair of my chest. "I love you. I'm not 'in love' with you, the way I am with your mom. But it's because I love you that we made love last night. I knew it was what you wanted to do. I overheard you and Jenny talking earlier. But you have to promise not to tell anybody -- even Jenny -- about what we did. You're not my blood daughter, and you are eighteen, so what we did isn't against the law. If people found out, though, they wouldn't understand. Do you promise?" "Of course I do, Daddy. I wish I could tell Jenny, though." She giggled. "She'd like to fuck you, too, you know." I swatted her ass. She spun out of my grasp and I finished making the coffee. We sat and talked and then talked some more while we had our coffee. I dressed her and went to dress myself. I tried to picture myself frolicking with Charlie and Jenny together, naked and wriggling all over me in my bed. The idea made me hard again. I pushed the idea out of my mind. Claire might not mind that I had made love to Charlie, but I didn't think she'd go for including Jenny into the stable. Then I wondered again if Claire would let me continue loving Charlie physically. Well, I thought, I'll find out this morning. Claire was sleeping when I arrived. I sat in the chair and read the novel I'd brought for that very purpose. Her voice brought me out of the details of the story and I closed the book. I went to her and kissed her. "I must taste like shit," she objected. "I haven't brushed my teeth. "Not too bad," I said. She noticed that I was preoccupied. She gave me a lopsided grin. "So, tell me all about it. You have a look about you that I recognize." I took a deep breath and told her all about it. Everything Charlie and I did, including the talk about Jenny. I watched her face as I spoke, not knowing exactly what to expect. It had occurred to me on the way to the hospital that she might have only meant for me to play around the edges of sex with Charlie the way she'd done with her brother; that I'd misunderstood her. That was why I knew I had to be completely honest now. If I had misunderstood, it was her fault for being so vague. As it turned out, she was not upset. She had meant for me to make love to Charlie. After I described how Charlie had urged me to "fuck her little pussy" Claire took my hand and slipped it between her thighs. She was dripping wet! The story was exciting her! "Charlie wanted to get into the shower with me this morning, too. I think we might have opened a whole can of worms." I finished my story. "Well, if we did, we did. She inherited my drive for sex, it seems. We can't "deal her the aces, then not expect her to play", as the song goes. I guess you'll just have to do double duty from now on -- at least for the summer. Then you'll be stuck with plain old me," she joked. She was wearing that lopsided grin again. "Just see that you don't short me because of her once I get out of this rig," she added, indicating the harness on her leg. "Oh, we won't have to wait that long. I can be very careful of your leg as I lick your delicious pussy," I said, still playing with it under the blanket. I kissed her hard but jumped when I heard a throat clearing behind me. It was the nurse with lunch, so I sheepishly pulled my hand from under the covers. The nurse's smile turned into a grin when she saw the move. I left then and drove home. Well, I thought, she answered my question. I felt a pressure release my heart. I hadn't been aware how tight I'd been about that. The future was going to be wonderful! I saw that the news lightened Charlie's burden a lot. I hadn't realized how our her mom's reaction had been weighing on her. "There's more good news, too, Honey," I told her. "Your mom doesn't mind if we continue making love together, even after she comes home." Her eyes widened at first, but her mouth broke into a big grin. "Wow! How will we do that? I mean, I guess I got kind of loud last night, and all." "I noticed. You're a lot like your mom! We've just always tried to keep quiet when you were in the house. Sometimes we forgot, though." "Yeah," she said, still grinning. "I've heard you." She looked at me out of the side of her eyes and added, "I even peeked at you guys once." Now I was the one who was surprised. She told me about how she had sneaked a peek into our bedroom. "Well, I guess from now on, since it won't be any secret what is going on, neither one of you will need to be quiet -- or sneak peeks. The two of you are going to wear me out, though. I'll have to start taking more vitamins." She turned to me and straddled my legs. She wrapped her forearms around my neck and kissed me hard. "Wanta go make some noise right now?" she asked me. She was pushing her crotch against my burgeoning hard on. I stood up, holding her to me and carried her into the bedroom. I stripped off her pants and panties, then my own clothes. I left both of our shirts on, since this was going to be just a quickie. I dove between her thighs and licked her slick before mounting her. She found that she liked licking her juices from my mouth and chin after I went down on her. It was another taste she must have inherited from her mother. Charlie's bandages came off a few days later. It spared me from toilet duty, but we continued to sleep together and hit a comfortable stride with our lovemaking. I was ambivalent about Charlie's bandages coming off her hands. Now she didn't need me any more to wipe her pretty little pussy and ass. By the same token, the daily experience of having to do that had kind of taken the novelty from it. As for her ass, well, let's just say that it is surprising what horrendous odors can come from such a pretty little ass! That was one job I was glad to lose. In the interest of saving her cast, however, I still bathed her. We both knew the cast was an excuse - as though we really needed one. The doctors had originally told us Claire could come home within a couple of days. Complications set in, however, requiring a longer stay. I was disappointed but I didn't really mind because it allowed me to have Charlie in my bed to myself that much longer. Finally it was time for Claire to come home. The latest x-rays showed her complications had passed and she could be out of the portable traction frame she'd worn for the past week, though the cast, like Charlie's, would be with us for another several weeks. My orders were to keep her off her feet as much as possible. Now I would have two lovely patients to bathe. At least Charlie was independently mobile. I drove to the hospital and left the pickup in the parking garage. Taking the elevator up to Claire's floor I found her already sitting up on the bed, dressed and packed. Her white cast extended from under her skirt. She looked up at me and smiled as I came into the room. "Oh, good, you're here, Gary. Could you get the stuff from the nightstand drawer? My good luck stuff?" When I had originally brought her clothes to the hospital I'd been wise enough to bring her 'lucky stuff'. One of the items was a charm bracelet with two little seashells we'd collected on our honeymoon. As Claire was being helped into the wheelchair by the nurse, I slid the drawer out and pocketed the rabbit's foot, the charm bracelet, and the little framed wallet sized picture of Claire, Charlie and me we'd taken at one of those do-it-yourself booths at a carnival one day. They were all things she normally kept in her purse. I wondered why she hadn't taken them along when she went to get Charlie. Maybe the wreck would have been avoided if she had. The morning was already heating up when we walked out the hospital doors. Since the chair was temporarily going home with us (incurring yet another necessary but unavoidable charge), the nurse turned the driving over to me at the elevator and returned to her station. I wheeled my wife through the parking garage to my extended cab pickup. We would be a one vehicle family for a while, since Claire's car was in some wrecking yard by then, waiting to be crushed, after being cannibalized for its usable parts. That was not a real problem, since she would be unable to drive until she got out of her cast, and Charlie couldn't drive with her arm in a cast. I had become chauffeur, housekeeper, and bath attendant by default. I helped Claire into the back seat (in deference to her plaster covered leg) and folded the chair flat, placing it in the bed of the truck. The back seat comes in handy. It's not too roomy, but at least she had room to place her leg in a straight position. I got into the driver's seat and turned the key. The engine roared to life and we made quick progress through the mid-morning traffic. At home, Charlie came out to greet her mom. I set up the chair, and then got the small suitcase and the plastic bag of freebies from the hospital out of the back. Charlie wheeled her mom into the house up the plywood ramp I'd cobbled together the night before. I was gratified to see that it held up. I brought up the rear. Charlie had set up the couch as an invalid station. There was the little table from the den, with a box of tissues, a glass and a pitcher of ice water, and the new magazines that had arrived in Claire's absence. A pillow and a blanket were laid out in readiness. The TV remote was next to the tissues. I hoped Claire wasn't going to make a big deal out of that. Just because she couldn't walk right now didn't mean she had charge of the remote! The crutches I'd picked up at the second hand store leaned against the back of the couch in readiness. "That looks great, Charlie," Claire said. "Before I get there, though, I want to get out of these clothes. A week in the hospital kind of gets a girl used to being comfortable." Charlie steered the chair down the hall to our room. I set the other stuff down inside the door. I went into the den and clicked the mouse on the email icon. There were several messages, but none of them were urgent. I decided to take the day off completely. I closed the mail window, clicked the shut down shortcut and went back to the kitchen. The women returned to the living room. Claire had just taken her skirt and undies off and traded the button-down shirt for a loose tee-shirt. It reminded me of the night I'd brought Charlie home. Charlie managed to get Claire settled in on the couch. I asked Claire if she wanted anything. She declined. "Well, I'm hungry, so I'm going to eat something. Whenever you want lunch, just let me know. I have sandwich stuff and chips." While I was fixing my sandwich, Charlie came out and leaned against the counter. She crossed her arm over her cast. I looked up at her. "Did you want a sandwich, Sweetie?" She shook her head. "What did Mom say about us?" She had a very serious expression on. I pulled her to me and ran my fingers through her short, blonde hair. I kissed the tip of her nose and patted both hands on her little butt. "Well, Honey, she hasn't said anything today. I told you that she and I talked about it the other night, though. Everything is fine for all of us. Why? Did she say something to you?" The Wreck "She said she was glad we were making each other happy. She said she is looking forward to comparing notes with me!" She pulled out of my arms and resumed her cross-armed position against the counter. "This is suddenly weirder than I had expected, Daddy. When we were alone, it was one thing. I was glad to know that she knew about us, and all, but now that she's here and wants to discuss it, I just don't know." My heart thudded. Was she backing off now? My mind had constructed a scenario in which I divided my time between my beautiful daughter and my wonderful wife. "Well, I think it's only normal - if that term can be applied to our situation - for her to be curious. She asked me some things about you during my hospital visits. It sounds kind of like you want us to stop making love now. She'll still want to talk to you about it, even if we do. "I'd hate to think about giving you up now. Just relax and be completely honest. That's what I've been doing. It'll be okay, you'll see." "You told her everything? You mean...everything?" she asked, surprised. I nodded and she shook her head. She looked out the window a few seconds before turning back to me. "Well, how is it going to work? Are you going to spend Monday, Wednesday and Friday with her and the other nights with me?" She was shaking her head. I felt my new world vision slipping. But I did take note that she had reserved four nights for herself to Claire's three. "Honey, you knew that your mom was going to be coming home in a few days when we started. You didn't answer my question, though. Do you want to stop?" She looked at me, her eyes seeming to be about ready to start to overflow. It then occurred to me that she might be jealous! I hadn't anticipated that. I waited for her answer. "No, of course I don't want you to stop having sex with me. It's wonderful. I think I'll feel weird with Mom in the house though. Besides, she'll hear us. Then, the other nights, I'll have to lay up there and listen to you fucking her. She's so noisy! It's just that now I'm not so sure if this will work. How will she like listening to my moaning and groaning knowing it's from having your cock -- her cock! -- is inside me? I don't think she'll like it any more than I'll like listening to you two." She looked at me with a fierce expression, and then shot her eyes out the window. I sighed. I let my mind wander while I built my sandwich. Mayo, salami, pickles, cheese, and then lettuce went on the bread. I slapped the second slice of mayo coated bread on top, cut it in half and picked up the plate. I chose to take the classic male 'cop out' when two women were in "discussion mode". "Honey, maybe this is something the two of you should work out between you without my participation. I love you both. I dearly love making love with both of you. You know that. I would like to continue that as much as you do. Your mom seems to be concerned that she will be left out, or at least get shortchanged. I will not let that happen. She's my wife. If I can't have you and meet her needs, too, she'll draw the line between you and me. "You don't need my help in the bathroom any more, except that it is easier for you if I wash you in the shower while your arm is still in the cast. She is going to need help bathing and getting on and off the toilet for a while, since she can't put any weight on her cast. You and I will need to share that duty. I'm not clear on whether she'll need more help in there or not. I'll do the showers and baths with you both, since there's the wet plaster problem, but other than that, I'm open to whatever kind of schedule you and your mom want to figure out." I looked at her while she mulled my words over. "You already knew that I'd be spending nights with your mom. I'll miss waking up next to you. I've quickly gotten pretty accustomed to that." I reached over and cupped her chin in my hand. I truly loved this girl. I briefly regretted saddling a "kid" with problems of such gravity. She was legal, but still very young and inexperienced. Then I recalled how it felt when she slithered over me, turning herself upside down to take my cock between her lips while I licked her sweet pussy and tangy ass. I wouldn't trade that for the world -- as long as Claire was okay with it. "I think you'll find that she is probably having the same thoughts you are about "listening in," I said. She looked at me for a few seconds before she walked out of the room and into the living room to confer with Claire. I had confidence that my wise wife could -- and would -- help us out of this dilemma. In the spirit of cowardice, I took my sandwich and the bag of chips into my office and powered up the computer again. I had a feeling that even boring email would be more pleasant -- or at least less stressful -- than taking part in a discussion between my wife and her daughter regarding which of them I should fuck on a given day or night. "Gary! Can you come in here, please?" Claire's voice later pulled me out of the game of backgammon I was playing against an architect from Cleveland. I messaged him that I had to go and conceded the game. I rose from the chair and marched into the living room. I was apprehensive about this. Charlie and Claire were side by side on the couch. Claire's broken leg was elevated, her foot resting on a pair of pillows on the footstool. Charlie had her arm linked to her mother's and they both wore "cat-ate-the canary" expressions. My Mars/Venus radar went into high gear. I don't know why I felt like I was under attack, but my dick seemed to retract when it should have been standing up and cheering. "Honey, Charlie and I have been discussing our new sexual arrangements." Claire was as casual and noncommittal as if we were discussing dinner plans. I had been married to her long enough to know when she was stifling a laugh. My apprehension eased. Charlie chimed in then. "Daddy, Mom and I have decided that if you are going to be getting the pleasure of both of our bodies you should have to pay some sort of a price for it." She looked at me with a smirk. I had a thought. "Gee, if I'm paying a price for sex with both of you, doesn't that make you both hookers?" They laughed politely at my lame joke. "Gary, you don't want to get too sassy right now, Honey," my wife said. I got a chill at the tone of her voice. She had something up her sleeve. "Okay. So where are we now?" I asked. I wanted to cut to the chase. Claire looked at Charlie and nodded for her to go ahead. "Okay." Charlie said. "Mom has given you a great gift by letting you have my tight little body to play with. For that matter, so have I." I acknowledged this, wondering where that timid little girl had wandered off to. My words were little more than a plea for them to let the hammer drop and tell me just what kind of a situation I'd gotten myself into. The dreams I'd had of bouncing between my wife and her daughter ('Oh, yeah,' I thought, 'and don't forget Jenny!') seemed to kind of pale in the present atmosphere. "Since you have the freedom to enjoy both Mom's and my body pretty much whenever you want, within reason, we think Mom deserves the same latitude." A bulb lit up in my mind. Of course! My devious wife had an ulterior motive! Why was I so surprised? I knew she was as much a "horn-dog" as I was, even though that term is usually reserved for men. I leaned back in the easy chair waited for "The Deal". It was a deal I had unknowingly agreed to the first time I had given in to my lust with Charlie. The whole thing had been planned out by Claire - God knows when - but it soon became clear that it had been well before the accident. [Let me explain about Claire and me. When she and I met, we both felt some chemistry between us right away. We were introduced by a coworker of hers that was married to an associate of mine. I'll never be able to explain it, except to say that we both recognized a kindred soul as soon as we shook hands. I took her home with me that first night and we spent the next six hours frolicking around with each other in my bed. Over the next few months we realized we just had no other option than to cement our relationship. The power of our passion and regard for each other went far beyond what either of us had experienced with any other lover. We both "fessed up" to our deepest, kinkiest fantasies. Both of us had a fascination with asses. We surrendered our mutual anal virginity to each other. I'd never fucked a woman anally, nor had I ever had a woman who was willing (and even eager) to play with my ass to the extent I found I wanted. We managed Claire's ass with great success. Then I surrendered my ass to her. I'd had fingers up my backside, but only during a couple of prostate exams. The experience felt strangely good, I admitted to myself, but was markedly lacking in passion. When Claire spread my cheeks and shoved her face between them to French my asshole, and then greased me up to work her vibrating dildo into me I went into an overdrive that I'd never experienced before. When she took my cock into her mouth while she reamed my ass, I had an orgasm that nearly made my ears pop! I also told Claire about my threesome fantasies. She'd heard it all before, since it is so common for a man to want two women at once. The new wrinkle I brought to the table was that I know life is a two-way street. I told her, "If I would expect you to let me enjoy another woman along with you, it's only fair that I should be willing to allow you the freedom to invite a man into our bed if you want to." I told her that part of my fantasy about two women involved watching the women interacting with each other physically. Taking a deep breath, I said that, under those circumstances, and if it was something that would improve the experience for her, I'd be willing to interact in some ways with another man. That put a gleam in her eye. She told me the thought of watching two men have sex turned her on. We had never actually indulged in either of those scenarios, but we used the fantasies to spice up our sex sometimes. While we fucked, I would begin to describe how the other woman (or man) would enter the room and join us. While Claire watched her eyelid movies of the scene, I told her how sexy she looked sucking on a woman's tit or another man's cock. Eventually, I added some interaction between me and the mystery man. It always got us both off at a higher level than if we didn't fantasize during sex. Claire appreciated my fairness. I guessed it was even in the spirit of that fairness that she had allowed me to take Charlie to bed. As I said, she had an ulterior motive, and it was not long before it surfaced that afternoon during our impromptu conference.] "So, since you have been so lovingly and thoroughly taking care of our young lady here, I think it's only fair that I should be able to partake of some forbidden fruit of my own." I leaned back in the chair and looked from one to the other of them. Charlie looked a bit too smug about all this. There had to be more to the story. "All right," I said, "Let's have the rest of the story." They looked like two conspirators - which is what they were. "Lying in the hospital, it occurred to me that I'd like for us all to take a trip together during Charlie's Christmas break. We've never taken any real vacations; and I don't count the weekend camping trips or our trip to see my brother. Even before the accident I had been thinking I'd like to go to Jamaica with you." She looked at Charlie with a grin when she added, "Present circumstances have required some changes, but it's still workable, and even better in some ways. It will be even more fun that I'd originally planned with Charlie along as my girlfriend." Claire's eyes were gleaming. She continued, "I looked at some websites for resorts there a long time ago." She really had put a lot of thought into this. Now I knew why Charlie looked so pleased, too. A winter trip to the sunny Caribbean is enough to light up anybody's eyes. I was still waiting, however, for the "forbidden fruit" part. I raised my eyebrows and opened my hands, encouraging her to continue. "There's no mystery to it really." Claire tried her best to mask her eagerness, but it bled out anyway. "I think I've decided on one of the nudist resorts, is all." She looked at me. I frowned. I wondered why she was making such a big deal of it. She knew I was a born nudist. I'd only kept my clothes on around the house for the last few years out of deference to Charlie's presence. Since Charlie and I had started sleeping together, we both went nude most of the time at home. "So...?" I just wanted to hear the end of this. "So far it sounds like a dream to me. I'll have you both naked under the tropical sun and in my bed at night. Where's the rub?" "Oh! I guess I forgot to tell you. You won't necessarily have us both in bed at night. You might even have some nights when you are all alone, if Charlie and I both happen to get lucky. The deal is that either of us is free to hook up with somebody else if we want. Of course, you can, too, I suppose, though with two sexy women at your disposal I don't know why you'd look elsewhere. See? I remember your two-way street theory!" I looked at them both. This wasn't an entirely unexpected fork in the road. They'd already mentioned 'forbidden fruit'. The idea didn't really upset me. In fact, a trip down that way had been something Claire and I had discussed many times. We hadn't determined where we'd go, exactly, but we wanted to go naked when we got there. The new part of the story was that, while we had originally planned to leave Charlie home, now that she was having sex -- and with me, to boot -- I guessed Claire wanted to just throw caution to the winds. I brought out a smile of my own and gave it to them. We were all grinning like idiots at each other. The idea of sharing Claire had been in my mind a long time, too, as I already mentioned. Life rolled along smoothly. Charlie found a summer job at a nearby mall and the insurance company replaced our wrecked car. She drove the new little compact to work most days and I worked at home, taking care of Claire. We took afternoon 'naps' several days a week. Life was good. As to the rest of our sexual situation, I divided my time between my wife and our daughter. Usually, when I returned to our bed after fucking Charlie, Claire would attack me, having been greatly aroused by her daughter's passionate squeals and moans. Needless to say, I lost some weight. Claire surprised me one night when she said she wanted Charlie to come to our bed, instead of me going to hers. I made the offer to Charlie. She said she'd try, even though she was unsure how she would feel. After the first few minutes (with her mother lying next to us, her nightie on the floor next to the bed and her favorite vibrator buzzing merrily between her thighs), Charlie surrendered to the ambient excitement. I lost my own self-consciousness when Charlie mounted my face and dropped her cunt onto my tongue. Claire's moan encouraged me. At one point she pulled my head out of Charlie's crotch and kissed me, shoving her tongue down my throat. She whispered encouragement to us both as we rode over the edge to orgasm. The hottest thing that happened (to me, at least) was when I finished making love to Charlie. Claire shoved me roughly to my back and slurped my hot, gooey dick into her mouth, taking in all of Charlie's juices and the coating of my come. Claire's action made me instantly hard again and I rolled her onto her belly. Charlie watched intently as I fucked her mother's ass using Claire's own juices (and what was left of Charlie's) as a lubricant. It wasn't too long after that night that Charlie asked me to fuck her own ass. Did I mention how lucky I am? Things went so well that first night that we frequently had Charlie in our bed. Sometimes she watched me with her mother. Sometimes I made love to them both at the same time. All in all, as kinky as it was, I truly believe it was good experience for Charlie, and probably for Claire, too. Other than tasting the other's juices from me, they never did anything together. I sensed that they might have, had they not been mother and daughter. I looked forward eagerly to a time when Claire and I had another woman to share. The weeks passed. Summer ended and fall came on in a blaze of color. Charlie's cast came off several weeks before school started. Claire was put into a walking cast a day later. She could then legitimately use the crutches she'd been practicing with anyway. We did our homework as fall blew past. We searched both nudist and Jamaica websites. We got books from the library to study. After studying the internet and perusing all the travel guides the library held, I winnowed out what seemed to be the best one and picked up the newest edition at the book store. We checked out travel videos extolling the charms of Jamaica's coffee, rum, and, of course, the Jamaicans. Claire openly drooled over the handsome black men while I enjoyed the pretty complexions, white smiles and graceful figures of the women. Claire sent some links to Charlie in her email. I was not unaware of Claire's reasoning when she chose Jamaica as our vacation destination. I knew that she had a fantasy about having a black lover. One of her friends in college had dated a black guy for a while and told Claire that the myth about black "equipment" was no myth. The only thing that had stopped Claire from doing the same was her family. They were prejudiced and would have disowned her. She still might have done it, except that her brother went to the same school. She didn't want to take the chance of him finding out. Now it seemed she had infected Charlie with her fascination. It didn't bother me. I knew that Claire would be my wife after her adventures. Neither did she have any apprehension over my enjoyment of Charlie's tight, young body. She knew I enjoyed her body, just as she enjoyed mine. Charlie turned nineteen in October. When she came home for Thanksgiving, she invited Jenny and some other friends over for a belated party. We ordered pizza and had cake and ice cream -- and a little wine after all the other 'kids' left except Jenny. Watching Charlie with her friends, it was hard to imagine she was anything other than a young lady like any other. There were raging hormones in plenty, however. I don't know if Charlie had gained confidence from our sexual tutoring, or if she was just a natural. I watched her play three of the boys like violins as each tried to gain precedence in her eye. She and Jenny spent a good deal of time whispering together. With so many young women in the same room, there was a lot of giggling. Jenny stayed over that night with Charlie. Claire and I heard them whispering and giggling late into the night. The next morning both girls seemed kind of subdued. Jenny's father came to pick her up after breakfast. Charlie closed the door and watched the car drive away. She turned back to us and whooped out loud, jumping into the air. "I did it! I did it! I can't believe I really did it!" Claire and I looked our puzzlement at each other, and then reached the same conclusion at the same instant. Our mouths dropped open. Charlie had seduced her girlfriend. She sat down and told us all about it. They started with back rubs in their tee-shirts. The shirts were discarded for convenience. Then Charlie offered Jenny a full body massage. Jenny lost her panties. Charlie stripped her own off so Jenny wouldn't feel self conscious. After covering all the usual places, Charlie dropped her hand into Jenny's crotch. It set her on fire. She looked at me then. "I told Jenny that I wasn't a virgin any more, Daddy," she said. My chest tightened. She sensed it and hurried on. "Don't worry! I just told her I had sex with an older guy that I met when I was at school. I told her he was visiting a friend and went to a different school, so she could never meet him." The Wreck The girls masturbated each other and Charlie talked her friend into shaving her pubic hair. As she assumed the role of barber, Charlie asked Jenny if she had ever had oral sex. She said she hadn't. She was still a virgin but as Charlie already knew she had been masturbating for a few years. When Jenny's crotch was as hairless as Charlie's, Charlie offered to show her what it was like. Jenny had gotten even juicier as Charlie's hands shaved and rubbed while she did it. Jenny was eager to feel a tongue on her tender flesh. Charlie licked her and fingered her to orgasm two more times before Jenny returned the favor and went down on Charlie. Of course she swore her to silence about it all. Claire had gotten her cast off at the end of September. Her Physical therapy lasted a month. Coincidentally, my birthday rolled around the second day of Charlie's Christmas break. Claire and Charlie had gone shopping the day before, and when they came home they were being very obvious about their "secret" gifts for me. I was in my office when I heard the doorbell. One of the girls answered the door and I heard a man's voice. I frowned and picked up my coffee cup. When I walked into the living room, I stopped in my tracks. A tall black man was standing there. Beside him was a flat object about three feet by four feet. It had a handle on top. He was dressed in a light blue set of what looked like surgical scrubs. "Honey, this is Terry," Claire said, turning toward me. I advanced and shook hands with him. "He's part of your present." Frowning, I looked at my wife, then back at the smiling face of Terry. "Charlie bought you a massage." Charlie bounced down the stairs then and came over to us. I realized then that the flat object was a folding massage table. There was no graceful way out of it. I would have to submit. It wasn't that I was averse to having a massage. I'd been curious about a professional one, but I'd always imagined it would be nice to be rubbed by a woman's hands, rather than a man's. I put on my most appreciative face. It wasn't lost on me that the masseur was also a handsome black man. I had no doubt that one or both of the girls would also be enjoying Terry's hands on them. In fact, I decided right then that while I was getting my massage; I'd ask him if it would be possible for him to stay long enough to do them both. Terry set the table up right there in the living room. To make the situation as relaxing as possible, Claire took Charlie next door, saying they'd be back in an hour. I was instructed to disrobe as far as I was comfortable and Terry discreetly left the room. I slipped under the clean sheet he'd spread over the table on top of the padded blanket and called him back as he had instructed me to do. I soon forgot any homophobic feelings as Terry's strong hands moved over my body. He was completely professional and we chatted about lots of things while he worked. He complimented both my wife and daughter's looks and our house. The knots and kinks I hadn't even known I had melted away as he rubbed me. I learned that he had a wife and a six year old son at home. I also learned that he had the rest of the day free so he would be able to work on both Claire and Charlie. I asked him something I'd always been curious about. "Do you ever get turned on when you massage good looking women?" Since he was soon going to have the women of my family naked under his hands, I might have expected him to deny it. To his credit, he laughed and assured me that he did sometimes find it difficult to work on some women. "You wouldn't believe how often I get propositioned," he said. "It happens all the time. I have yet to give in, though. My license isn't as closely regulated as a doctor's, but I could lose it just the same. Plus, since I charge for my work, I could be arrested for prostitution if I got caught." He laughed and added, "Not to mention that I'd probably lose my dick and balls if my wife found out!" We laughed at that and he continued my massage. Claire and Charlie came back and I told them they'd be getting the same treatment. They said they had hoped that would happen. I don't think Terry caught the undertone that part of their pleasure at the news was that he was black and good looking. Either he was oblivious to it, or else he was used to it. From what he'd told me it was probably the latter. Claire went next. Charlie and I went into the den and played computer games. When it was Charlie's turn, Claire and I went upstairs and took a shower together. Her orgasm was quiet as she leaned against the wall while I fucked her from behind. I told her to imagine that it was Terry behind her, his long black dick sliding into her hot pussy. She moaned, but I think the noise of the water and the closed door covered it. My own orgasm was, I think, even stronger with the image of Terry fucking my wife in my mind. I wondered where we were going and how far we would go. We dried off and put our robes on to go downstairs. Terry was just finishing up with Charlie. As he began putting his oils away, Charlie blithely jumped off the table and walked naked up the stairs. I glanced over to see Terry appreciating her slender young body in retreat. He looked at me and shook his head with a grin. "You guys really have your hands full with that one," he said. "Did she proposition you?" I asked him. He looked at me for a second before answering. When Claire said, "It's okay. We know she's sexually active," he must have decided it was safe to be honest. He laughed and shook his head. "She offered me a blow job. When I declined, she just asked me if she could see my cock. Kids these days grow up so fast." He continued shaking his head while he folded up his table. I wrote a check (thinking about how Charlie had supposedly 'bought' me the massage but I didn't really mind) we shook hands and he handed me his card before walking out the door. When he was gone, I took Claire into my arms. I kissed her. "Did you offer him anything, Sweetie?" I asked her. I opened both our robes and pressed myself against her. She kissed my neck in return. "You'll never know, will you? I have to tell you I wanted to. You could probably tell that from the way I responded in the shower. I can't wait for the trip." We stood there kissing, letting our thoughts wander where they would. Charlie came back downstairs, still naked. With her wet hair, it was obvious she had showered as well. "God, he was good looking! I just wanted to throw him down and ride him all over the house!" She came over to me then. She pulled me away from Claire, dropped to her knees and pulled my robe open so she could suck my cock. Even though I'd climaxed less than an hour before, I rose to the occasion. Claire said, "Just think, Charlie. In another few days that cock in your mouth might be somewhat larger (I cringed inside), and black! Terry told us you offered to blow him." Charlie looked up at her mother, her lips stretched around my erection. "Naughty girl, Charlie!" She shook her finger at her daughter, for all the world as if she was scolding her for eating a cookie before dinner. We all laughed then. Claire's unintentional insult and the bizarre situation had the effect of putting an end to my blow job, though. Claire made me dress up and my women took me to dinner, plied me with liquor, and brought me home. As I changed out of my suit, Claire told me to stay naked. I told her that had been my intention anyway. I went to the kitchen and got a beer from the refrigerator. As I relaxed on the couch, Claire came out of our room. She was naked, too. She gave me a smile as she passed by me on her way upstairs. A few minutes later, the two of them came down the stairs and went into the kitchen. I heard the opening bars of the birthday song and then they were there in front of me finishing it. Charlie held a blazing cake in her hands. She lowered it so I could blow out the candles, and then set it on the coffee table. Claire held out her hand. When I took it, Charlie grabbed my other hand and together they pulled me to my feet. Claire said it was time for the rest of my present. "What about the cake?" I asked. "Fuck the cake!" Claire replied, to Charlie's great amusement. They led me to the bedroom. I was mentally preparing myself for a double round of good old-fashioned sex - at least as old-fashioned as sex with one's wife and stepdaughter can be. Claire had fired up some candles and set them around the room. The blankets had been turned back on the bed, the sheets covered with several towels. When I hesitated, Claire gave me a little shove, propelling me forward. I went with it, falling onto the bed on my side. Charlie jumped on me and rolled me to my stomach. She straddled my ass and rubbed her crotch against me. She leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "This is gonna be so hot, Daddy. You're gonna love it!" I wondered why they were making such a big production of it all until I felt Claire's weight next to us on the bed. Charlie dismounted and got on the opposite side of me from her mother. I turned my head toward my wife. My eyes bugged out at the sight. Strapped to her waist was a harness equipped with a large, dark brown dildo. There was a big white ribbon tied in a bow around the dildo. I began to back away, not sure how I felt about this. Charlie was right behind me, though. Her hand went down between my cheeks and I felt her rubbing something wet and cool around -- and into -- my asshole. I groaned at the pleasure and apprehension I was feeling. Claire and I had talked about getting a strap on for her to use on me. I just hadn't expected getting my ass fucked as my birthday present. Charlie told me to get up on my knees and elbows. With my ass in the air, she took my stiffening cock in her hand while she continued to lubricate my anus. She worked a finger inside again before adding more of the lubricant. I just kept staring at Claire sitting there, smiling and smearing more of the the grease onto her "cock" like she was jerking off. Charlie's fingers wiggled into me and Claire began to talk. "Just think, Honey. Pretend we're in Jamaica. We had a wonderfully nude, sun-filled day on the beach. After dinner we go back to our room with Charlie, all of us still naked. As we relax, there's a knock at the door. It's Terry! He had seen us that evening, but didn't get the chance to talk to us until then. And, Oh My! He's naked too!" She went on to describe how far his cock hung down his leg, even soft. It was unbelievable. She began to tell me how Charlie went and sat on Terry's lap, facing him with her legs astride his, her crotch pressed against his flat belly. She told me how we watched Charlie kissing him. She described his cock rising up stiff and long behind Charlie. It rose right up against her ass, sticking up almost to the top of her crack. "It's thick and it's long. It's as thick and long as this one right here," she said, stroking the dildo she wore. I looked at it. Charlie had two fingers sliding smoothly and easily in and out of my ass by then. My excitement was definitely mounting, augmented by the thrill of apprehension. While Charlie got under me and sucked me, Claire described how Terry fucked Charlie right on his lap in front of us. Then she - Claire - went over to him and licked him clean. This got him hard again and she told me how Terry wanted to fuck me then. I groaned as Claire got to her knees behind me and began to rub the dildo in between my cheeks. When she rubbed across my hole, I shivered. Claire slid her fingers inside me then, to gauge my readiness. I knew she wanted this to be as pleasurable for me as possible if she ever wanted to do it again. That was the same way I had approached fucking her ass. She continued to talk as she began to press the knobby end of the dildo against my sphincter. I pushed down internally and relaxed as much as I could but there was still a twinge of pain as she slipped past the tight ring of muscle. She waited. I felt Charlie's tongue lapping my balls while her hand continued to tend to my cock. My senses were reaching toward overload and Claire had only begun. She pulled it back out and pushed it in again. It went in more easily the second time. She worked the thing into me gradually. I began to open up more and it slid easier. I started to rock back to meet her thrusts, taking more -- wanting more -- inside me each time. Charlie described how sexy it looked to watch Terry fuck my ass. Charlie's body was aligned with mine, but upside down. Once Claire had me loosened up and was all the way inside me, I buried my face in Charlie's fragrant crotch and sucked her. We achieved a wonderful rhythm. I rocked back. Claire's cock entered me to the hilt. I rocked forward and my cock went into Charlie's throat and my tongue delved farther into her cunt. I moved my knees as far apart as I could and still maintain the right height for both women. I found that I loved the feeling of having my ass so full! Claire's running description of the way Terry's muscles shone and rippled in the candlelight drove me higher. When she started with her fantasizing, I'd had my doubts about pretending it was a man fucking my ass. The hotter I got, the less it mattered. In my mind I tried to see what it might look like in reality. I pictured the large black man on his knees behind my naked white ass. His big strong hands were spread on both of my cheeks, pulling me open for his cock. I imagined the flickering candle light gleaming on his sweating torso and the grease that covered his stiff cock as it came out of me, then disappeared into my bowels again. What was going on behind me distracted me from licking Charlie's cunt. She took over for me, using her fingers on herself. She was hearing the same story I was. She was overheating, too. I started to pant as I slammed my butt back into Claire/Terry. The feeling of being filled up was so thrilling to me. I felt my orgasm coming on. I pushed back harder and harder. Claire lifted a hand and brought it down with a sharp SMACK on my ass, adding another facet of pleasure. She began to spank me in time to her fucking. I heard myself whimpering with the odd pleasure the pain gave me. I didn't care. My trust and love for these two wonderful women was such that there was no embarrassment or shame in surrendering to the pleasure they were giving me. I started to babble wordlessly as I felt my ass contracting around the cock that filled me. I came, and came, and came some more. Charlie swallowed it all as I emptied my reservoir into her mouth. I froze, all my muscles locking at once as the peak of the climax washed over and around me, in a series of waves. Then I turned to rubber. I collapsed, nearly smothering Charlie. Claire's cock slid out of my asshole gently and I rolled to the side, letting Charlie escape. I was empty through and through. I had never been so extremely empty of thought or so full of sensual feelings. Claire rid herself of the greasy, soiled dildo and harness. She stretched herself along one side of me while Charlie did the same on the other side. They held me, their presence; their gentle kisses and caresses filling me with all the love in the world as we all recovered. "Happy birthday, Honey," Claire whispered. When we talked afterward, I discovered that they both had reached orgasm at almost the same time I had. Claire was thrilled that she had given me such enormous pleasure. "I am so happy that you could show that side of yourself to us, Gary, You don't know how much that means to me." "Me too, Daddy," Charlie chimed in, nuzzling her mouth to my chest and sucking a nipple. That gave me another little thrill, but I was too sensitive to act on it. I gently pried her away from the nipple but hugged her tight to me. I was so fulfilled right then that I felt tears welling up. I managed to stifle them, but I don't know why. I'd shown more of myself to them that night than I had ever shown anybody. I'd never felt so truly naked. Claire sat up and pulled the blanket up over all of us. Just before I fell into the well of sleep yawning before me I heard Charlie say sleepily, "I can't wait for Jamaica." When the alarm went off the three of us got tangled up trying to reach it. Charlie finally slapped it and the buzzing stopped. We stayed as we were for a second before cracking up. One of Claire's breasts was poking against my chin. Charlie's legs were woven together with both her mother's and mine. We were all hot and sweaty from the night. We unwound from one another with lots of kisses and fondling. Claire was first into the shower. Charlie followed and then me. We just changed shifts without turning the water off. No time for playing that morning. We had to get to the airport! We were almost all packed and ready. We had agreed to pack just one carry-on bag each and check a larger community suitcase. After all, we were going to a nude resort. How much clothing would we need to take? We all had shorts, swimsuits, shirts, flip-flops, swimwear and plenty of sunscreen. The cab we had requested the night before honked out front and we were off to the airport. On the way I closed my eyes and watched the late December sun play shadows across my eyelids. Memories of the day -- and night -- before passed through my mind. I smiled when I remembered going to Charlie's room to check on her packing progress that morning. My stepdaughter had her back to me. That was a singular sight, since she was naked. Her cute little ass seemed to smile at me. She was sorting through one of the drawers in her bureau. Finally she extracted a handful of brightly colored material. When she untangled it I recognized it as her old bikini. "Charlie, I don't think that thing still fits you," I told her. "You have the new one you bought last summer." The one she was holding had only been her second one ever. She got it when she was sixteen and she had grown considerably since then. "Let me just try it on, Daddy," she said as she began to step into the bottoms. "I love this one so much!" She struggled, but she finally succeeded in working them over her hips. The crotch hugged her hairless pussy giving birth to the sexiest camel toe I'd ever seen. She turned around while she was putting on the bra half of the suit. The rear view was just as scandalous as the front. The back of the bottoms (which had decently covered her sixteen year old ass) disappeared almost entirely between her broader, but delectable ass cheeks like a thong. When she again faced me I had to laugh. The triangles of the bra barely covered her pink nipples. When she twisted her torso they slipped aside and she fell out of it entirely. We decided she didn't need to take that suit. "Besides, most likely any time you would normally need a suit you'll be naked on this trip," I reminded her. She tossed the tiny suit to the bed and laid out her clothes for the trip: her newer bikini, two pairs of shorts, several panties and tee-shirts -- no bra. What the hell, I thought, she doesn't need one anyway. The cab dropped us at the airport curb and we worked our way through security after checking the single bag. Soon the door to the jet way opened and the attendant took up her station at the podium. She called our row and we got in line. When I made the reservations I had been unable to get three seats together. The best I could do was to get three in the same row. Claire and I were in the aisle and middle seats on one side, while Charlie was in the aisle seat opposite us. The flight was supposed to be nearly full. We got into our seats and waited. I was thumbing through the in flight magazine when I heard Claire gasp quietly. Looking up at her, I followed her gaze. Coming down the aisle was a tall slender black man who looked to be in his twenties. I looked past my wife and saw that Charlie had the same radar as her mother. The two of them glanced at each other and grinned. The Wreck of the Manchester In eighteenth century English society it was even more difficult for a girl to advance above her station than it was for a young man. Without the proper connections and lineage it was almost impossible for even the most attractive of young girls to marry a man who could give her a life of comfort. Seeing no other way around this dilemma, some parents took the grave risk of sending their daughters to India, where the men who survived the climate and the competition were seeking wives as gorgeous as the silks and gems they carried home as spoils. One of these girls was named Fanny Chamberlain. Fanny was returning to England in the year 1785 on a ship laden with spices, silver, gold and other treasures. She was a lovely girl of eighteen who had only arrived in India some six months earlier. She possessed the rosy, peaches and cream complexion so admired in her day, as well as quantities of shiny, golden blonde hair, a pouting, Cupid's bow mouth, small, upturned nose, and wide, China blue eyes. Fanny had been sent to India less than a year earlier; bright, a little shy, mostly uneducated, but curious about the world. Within a few weeks of her arrival in Calcutta she received the attentions of many young fortune seekers, and found that she was able to pick and choose her husband-to-be. Her choice was a man named William Hastings, 32 years of age. William had been in India for ten years and had made an astounding fortune, and he was on his way home to England to live the life of a country gentleman. As it turned out, he never again reached the land of his birth. Fanny was a girl who had always delighted in her own body. She had discovered at an early age that she could give herself great pleasure by touching and playing with her tender little slit. As she began to mature, she refined her technique and noticed that her budding breasts could also give her pleasure. As a young teenager Fanny had an experience which awakened in her desires that would leave her in a state of confused excitement for a long time to come. In that never to be forgotten summer, Fanny's cousin Alexandra was visiting for a few days with her mother. Alexandra had Fanny's fine complexion, but with dark chestnut tresses and smoldering green eyes. On a hot (for England) summer day the two girls went bathing in a nearby stream. Because the spot was isolated and they were loath to wet their frocks, Fanny and Alexandra had gone into the water in only their cotton shifts. As they lay drying themselves in the sun, even the thin shifts gave way and the two beautiful cousins admired each other's naked bodies. Fanny's breasts had developed nicely, and now they were the size of large plums, upturned with puffy, pale pink nipples. Her hips were still slender and somewhat boyish, with a derriere that was high, round and smooth. The hair at her pubic mound was pale blonde, fine, and still very sparse. Alexandra, who was three years her cousin's senior, had much larger breasts and rounder hips, but a slim waist and long, shapely legs. Her pubic hair was thick, dark and luxuriant, and her pink labia protruded well beyond the plump outer lips. Fanny caught herself staring. Before Fanny could protest, her more experienced cousin began to kiss and caress the young girl in a way that threw her feelings into utter confusion. Up to that time Fanny thought her self-pleasure was a secret that only she had mastered, but now she found that another—her cousin, and a girl at that—could produce the same sensations in her only stronger, more intense than anything she had felt before. By the end of her visit Alexandra had introduced Fanny to the innumerable ways that two girls could give each other pleasure with their fingers, lips and tongues. After her cousin had left, Fanny spent many long nights trying to equal the heights of ecstasy that Alexandra given her, and long days trying to remind herself that she was interested only in boys. In her short marriage to William Hastings, Fanny was both intrigued and disappointed by their bedroom activities. She found that being penetrated with her husband's cock could give her a different, deeper kind of pleasure than she had experienced on her own or with her cousin. Inevitably, though, before Fanny could reach her peak William would groan, flood her with his hot seed, and go promptly to sleep. Fanny often diddled her sloppy cunt with her fingers after William had rolled over. Once, during their lovemaking she licked the length of his dick with her tongue and even slipped the plump head into her mouth, which caused her new husband to groan with pleasure. But when she tried to get him to reciprocate he looked at her with revulsion, and she found that her oral ministrations only caused him to ejaculate even more quickly than usual. On board the Manchester, for that was the name of the ship on which Fanny and William sailed, the passengers had been at sea for three months. After some delays and a stop in Ceylon to take on more plunder, she was nearing the southeastern coast of Africa after her passage across the Indian Ocean. Her captain thought they were still more than a hundred miles from the coast, but he was wrong. During a night of heavy rain and high winds with minimal visibility, the Manchester met her end on a rocky shoal half a mile from the shores of the Dark Continent. The captain ordered a boat, manned by six crew members, to carry the passengers to safety. The young English girl, with her new husband, left everything aboard but the clothes on her back and was rowed through the blackness toward the crashing surf. Fanny thought they must surely die. The enormous waves would have smashed them and their small boat to pieces on the rocks, but through sheer luck the sailors found a tiny opening in the rocks and the boat rode a tall wave through the gap and onto a narrow beach. As it turned out, the rest of the Manchester's officers and crew were not so lucky. After a miserable night huddled under an overhanging rock, the castaways found at daybreak that the Manchester had capsized during the night. Nobody else had reached the shore safely, and now the eight survivors had to face the unknown with no weapons except William's pistol, no food but some ship's biscuit, and a mortal fear of the natives. One of the sailors thought that they might be able to walk to the Dutch colony at the Cape, though no one knew exactly how far that might be. In any case, it seemed better to walk than to starve on the beach, so they began. After only a few minutes the rocky terrain forced them away from the sea, and they found themselves treading a narrow path through strange, dense foliage. Within an hour of leaving the boat they encountered a group of natives, leaving Fanny's life changed forever once again. What happened was this: upon entering a clearing the small party came to some native huts which seemed to be deserted. While the sailors foraged for food, William and Fanny held each other in their arms. William had his pistol loaded and ready. A group of natives suddenly entered the clearing, and seeing the young couple, began to whoop and cry in a strange tongue. The men were tall, muscular and naked. Their hair, faces and bodies were daubed in red mud. As they approached, William raised his pistol and fired at the nearest African, knocking him down with a ball through the chest. His companions immediately attacked with spears and clubs. William threw himself gallantly in front of his new bride and was soon impaled and beaten until he was unrecognizable and very, very dead. Fanny screamed with horror and fright, certain that she would be next. The sailors from the Manchester, hearing the commotion, bolted into the forest. Fanny never saw them again. Eyes closed, hands covering her face, Fanny continued to scream and knew that any second might be her last. Instead of the death blow, however, she felt one of the natives grab her roughly around the hips, pick her up and toss her over his shoulder like a sack of grain. He carried her through the forest and as they walked, Fanny finally dared to open her eyes and take in her surroundings. The first thing she saw was the lower half of the native behind her. He was very tall, and his legs were corded with muscle. There was no trace of fat anywhere on his body. He carried a spear in his right hand and a club in his left, and his body was marked with red clay. And he had the most enormous prick she had ever beheld. Soon Fanny and her captors arrived at a small village. They were quickly surrounded by other natives, both men and women. The women were bare-chested like the men, but wore narrow, colorful sashes around their loins. Their hair was long, and arranged in scores of tiny braids which, even in her terror, Fanny was able to admire for the skill which created them. An older woman, who looked vaguely European, wouldn't allow the curious males to touch Fanny or even get too near. The woman ordered two of the others to tie a kind of sturdy, braided rope around each of Fanny's wrists. These ropes were then secured to tree branches and pulled taut, lifting Fanny's arms into the air and spreading them wide apart. Her feet were spread apart and tied to a heavy log. She still wore her French silk dress with the exposed décolletage, though now it was dirty and torn, and her white stockings were almost completely shredded. Her shoes were gone. The villagers began to pile wood in the center of the clearing. There was obviously going to be a bonfire, and the young blonde was afraid that she would be at its center. While the natives left her alone for the moment and went about their business Fanny, though still terrified, grew calm enough to observe the people who she assumed would soon make a sacrifice of her. Surprisingly, she found them attractive. The young girls had firm, high breasts, slender waists, and shapely legs. The older women who had born children had more pendulous breasts, but were still slender and fit. All had dark skin and very full lips which, though strange to Fanny, she nevertheless thought were very sensual. As she had noticed earlier, the men were tall, muscular, and mostly slender—and they all had huge cocks. It seemed to be a trait of every male in the village. Fanny couldn't help looking. She had seen few men's dicks in her young life, even fewer erect, and they had all seemed to be about the same size as her husband's. These native dicks were of another order altogether. Even flaccid they hung more than halfway down the men's thighs, making them much longer than William's had been when fully erect. She estimated that they were at least ten inches long. And they were much thicker, too. She doubted that she would be able to reach her fingers around one of the huge shafts. It boggled the mind of the eighteen-year-old English girl, and even as she considered her certain doom she couldn't help thinking about being fucked with one of those giant tools. Little did she know, she would find out soon enough. After an hour or so, as Fanny's arms and wrists began to ache, she saw the men of the village begin to gather. They soon formed in a circle about 30 feet in diameter with Fanny at its center. She noticed that the red markings had been removed from their bodies and that now they seemed to be slick with oil of some kind. It served to increase their appearance of muscularity. Even their huge cocks were oiled. As the men stood, the women of the village entered the circle and took seats in front of them, and their skin also appeared to be oiled. Some of the women carried drums made from animal skins stretched over wooden cylinders. Fanny noticed that the few elderly men and the children were not present. Everyone there looked to be between the ages of eighteen and thirty-five, except for the lighter-skinned woman, who Fanny took to be a kind of priestess. She counted sixteen men and as many women. Then, from outside the circle, two young girls approached. Fanny thought they were probably about her age, and they were beautiful. It was clear that they had carefully prepared for the occasion, with colorful beads adorning their shining black braids. Their eyelids were darkened in an exotic way, which seemed to accentuate the lovely almond shape of their eyes. They were both quite tall, several inches taller than Fanny's five foot four, slender, with firm, upturned breasts and long legs. As they came closer, she was able to see that their nipples were hard, that they had no visible pubic hair, and that they looked exactly alike. Yes, they were identical twins, Fanny decided. But what held her attention most of all was the object that each of the girls carried. In the right hand of each of the twins was a huge, shining dagger. Fanny began to tremble and cry. "No," she begged. "Please don't," as the tears poured down her face. She felt her self sweating profusely in her gown and petticoats, and her knees felt weak. At that moment Fanny surely would have fallen if not for the ropes holding her wrists. The women in the circle began to play a rhythm on the drums and the men chanted to the rhythm. It only served to terrify the English girl further, and now she was certain her end was at hand. The twin girls began to dance and sway provocatively to the music, and twirl the knives in a sinister way. The rhythm grew faster and louder. Fanny cried and begged, even more pathetically. "Please. Please don't kill me," she wept. "I'll do anything, anything at all." At that, the older woman raised her hand and the music stopped instantly. "Anything?" the old woman asked. Fanny gasped. "You speak English?" "Of course, my child. Now do you really mean you'll do anything to spare your life? These people want to kill you because your idiot husband shot and killed one of their bravest warriors today. They need to carry out certain rituals to assist in sending his soul to the spirit world. Are you prepared to go along with whatever these rituals might require?" "Yes! I'll do anything they want! Just don't kill me!" "Very well." The old woman then gave some commands in the strange, clicking African language, and the music started again. The rhythm was different now, and the twins began to dance again, more erotically than before. As the tempo increased, they began to touch each other with their free hands, the other hands still held the ugly great knives. They touched each other's breasts and squeezed and twisted the nipples. The tempo continued to increase, and the men chanted louder. The twins slowly brought their faces together and their tongues touched. In another moment their mouths were pressed together in a deep kiss, and their hands fell to each other's pussies. The men whooped and shouted when they saw this. Fanny couldn't believe her eyes. Now the gorgeous twins were entwined together, with their thighs grinding between each other's legs, the knives held behind their backs. As the music seemed about to reach a crescendo, the old woman raised her hand again, and again the music stopped. Fanny's cheeks were flushed with excitement and fear, and now she began to tremble once more as they approached her, knives raised high. The men began to whoop. Fanny cried out, "No, please! I said I'd do anything!" She appealed to the old woman, who only laughed. The beautiful teenagers circled her. Fanny began to thrash around in her bonds, begging the African girls to spare her life. As her terror became unbearable, the girls stopped, one in front of Fanny and one behind. Reaching out with their free left hands, the twins grabbed the top of Fanny's gown front and back. Fanny shut her eyes. But instead of cutting and stabbing her, the girls used the knives to cut Fanny's dress from the neckline straight down to the hem. In seconds, it was opened from top to bottom. Then each twin cut away one of the gown's sleeves and pulled it away completely, leaving Fanny in her corset and petticoats. Those in the circle hooted and clapped. The twins circled Fanny again, now reaching out with their free hands to caress her neck, her face, her hair. The lovely sisters moved in again, this time one cut through the lacings of her corset while the other cut away her petticoats. Fanny was now wearing only a thin cotton shift which was drenched with sweat, leaving her very exposed. She began to weep again, when she realized that the savage Africans were about to see her completely nude. She cried out for mercy to the old woman. "Do you want them to stop?" the woman asked. "Yes, please make them stop!" Fanny begged. "Then they'll have to kill you," the woman said. "It's your choice." Fanny cried in shame and frustration. Much to her relief, the native girls dropped their knives and began circling her again. Now the twin behind her grabbed her hair and raised it, and began to nibble at the back of Fanny's neck. Soon she was kissing all over the blonde's throat, her shoulders, even her ears. The other twin lovingly caressed Fanny's body with her hands, beginning with her legs, while tearing away the remains of her stockings. She then moved her hands up to the English girl's breasts, which were barely covered by the thin, damp fabric, her pink nipples poking out. Against her will, Fanny's nipples grew hard as the twin caressed them. The native girl grabbed her nipples and twisted hard, causing the teen to cry out. She felt pain, but strangely it seemed to send a wave of arousal to her crotch. Only a few minutes earlier she was afraid for her life, but now Fanny was somehow sure that they didn't intend to kill her. On the other hand, the young blonde was horrified that these savages were able to produce feelings in her that she didn't fully understand, and she was determined not to let her desire show. Fanny held herself straight and stiff as the beautiful sisters continued to kiss and caress her breasts, neck and face. Finally the twin in front reached under her shift and began to caress her vulva. Fanny was surprised to find that her pussy was sopping wet, and she let out a small gasp as the girl's fingers made contact with her delicate flesh. The girls smiled at this, and the men in the circle began to chant again. The blonde didn't know what to expect now, and she renewed her efforts to show no feelings, though the fingers touching her most intimate places were beginning to make her yearn for release. Then, in one quick motion, the girls tore away Fanny's shift, exposing to the onlookers her beautiful upturned breasts and her pussy with its downy soft hair. Aside from Alexandra and her husband, no one had seen Fanny nude since she was a small child. She felt utterly ashamed, mortified, and yet, somehow thrilled. Her body had matured since the time of her youthful experiments with her cousin, and Fanny was pleased with the way it looked. Because her fate was completely out of her control, Fanny felt herself liberated in a way she never had before. The dark fingers soon returned to her glistening pink folds, and now she almost abandoned herself to the sensations. The blonde's mouth was open in a silent moan, her eyes closed, and everyone there could see the moment of surrender when her hips began to move involuntarily. In another minute Fanny was almost at the peak of orgasm. Suddenly, the girl stopped, causing Fanny to open her eyes and look down. The girl in front of her slowly removed her fingers from Fanny's cunt, drew them slowly to her mouth and licked the juices off. The men went wild. Their shouts increased in volume. The girl in front of Fanny returned her fingers to the blonde's pussy, inserting two fingers and using her thumb to rub Fanny's clit. Fanny's hips began to rotate again, and her moans came freely. Again she neared orgasm, and again, just before she could peak, the girl stopped and withdrew her fingers. "Please...don't stop," Fanny gasped. The Wreck of the Manchester The girl stood, holding her fingers—funky and dripping with juices—up to Fanny's mouth. The blonde teen could clearly smell her own pussy on the girl's hand. The musky odor seemed to intoxicate her, and she gave herself over to animal passions that she never knew she had within her. The scent of her own pussy on the young twin's fingers, held before her face in front of this circle of natives, made her more aroused than she had ever been in her life. She stuck out her tongue to lick the fingers like a starving person might lick up life-giving nutrients. After a minute the girl shoved the fingers in her mouth and still Fanny worked her tongue everywhere she could reach, trying to get all the moisture from the hand. Now a cheer went up from the onlookers as the twin knelt between Fanny's legs and dipped her face to the moist young pussy in front of her. "Oh, yes. Eat me," Fanny pleaded. The young African girl opened the lips of her cunt with her fingers and began to lick and suck at Fanny's gooey slit. She looked up into those wide blue eyes as the tip of her tongue flicked over the young blonde's swollen clit. At the same time, her twin sister knelt behind Fanny and spread her round ass cheeks with her hands. Fanny now had gorgeous black African twins eating her pussy and licking her asshole simultaneously. "Oh God," she moaned. "Yes, do it! Lick my ass! Yes!" The twin in front suddenly shoved two fingers up Fanny's fuckhole and at the same time began to suck on her clit, pulling it into her mouth. The twin behind her actually managed to squeeze the tip of her tongue into the blonde's puckered anus, where it pulsed in and out. Fanny went into orbit. She screamed out as waves of pleasure shot through her suspended, helpless body. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. After what felt like ages, the girls slowly moved away from the blonde teenager, leaving her shaking and weak, drenched in perspiration, and held up only by the ropes at her wrists. Picture if you will the young English girl, so recently married and respectable, now soaked in sweat, with her own juices running down her thighs. The circle of African natives around her, appreciating her extreme state of arousal, congratulated the twin sisters and prepared the next stage of Fanny's initiation rite. While the helpless girl still hung in a partial faint, two of the younger nursing mothers released Fanny's bonds and carried her to a kind of bench which had been set up behind her. The two women lay Fanny on her back, kissing and caressing her breasts tenderly. The bench was a little lower than waist height, padded with layers of colorful fabrics, and only as long as Fanny's upper body, leaving her head and legs unsupported. The two young mothers allowed Fanny's head to hang back, giving her an upside down view of the scene, but they used ropes to tie her ankles to high tree branches, pulling her legs up and apart. Her arms, which hung over the sides of the narrow bench, were bound under it at the wrists. While this was taking place, other women lit the pile of firewood nearby, adding a flickering glow to the evening sky. The nursing mothers each had breasts that were firm, round, and full of milk. Their nipples were dark and distended. As one young mother knelt between Fanny's thighs to lick up the tangy juices that overflowed from her dripping snatch, the other pressed a nipple into Fanny's mouth to be suckled. And Fanny suckled eagerly! She felt her lust begin to grow again as she tasted the mother's milk intended for the native's black baby. As the men roared their approval, the young mother pulled back from the sucking mouth and squeezed her nipple, squirting milk into Fanny's open mouth and over the lower half of her face. She then stood and lowered her wet, steaming cunt to Fanny's lips. The blonde English girl had not eaten pussy since sampling her cousin, but she had not forgotten how to give pleasure or how the scent of another girl's nether parts aroused her desire. She noticed, however, that the taste of the nursing African mother was somehow earthier, the smell more pungent than her fair skinned cousin. The young black woman held Fanny's head with her hands and humped her face. Fanny was nearing orgasm again as the other woman continued to eat her. The woman straddling Fanny's head soon cried out in strange yelps as she reached orgasm, flooding the girl's mouth and cheeks with her juices. As she stepped back, the others could see that the blonde English teenager's face was wet with milk, sweat, and cunt sauce. The mothers then switched their positions and repeated the same motions, and again Fanny had almost reached orgasm when they stopped and drew back. The night had grown fully dark, but the huge bonfire illuminated the scene perfectly, and Fanny could feel its heat from where she lay. It caused her to sweat even more. Secured to the bench, her legs spread and tied high above, Fanny's head hung back dripping with the secretions of the two young mothers. Even her hair was soaked in places with milk and girl-come. While the men chanted, the rest of the women moved in and took turns using Fanny's mouth to get themselves off. Some explored the recesses of her wet, pink folds while others played with her shapely round breasts. It seemed that there were hands touching every part of her body. Fanny licked and sucked every African pussy that came near her mouth, and she twisted and bucked her hips to try and reach another orgasm from the probing of the girls and women. Each time she neared her peak though, the caresses stopped, leaving Fanny ready to beg for more. While most of the native girls were tall and slender, one particularly attractive girl was more voluptuous. About nineteen or twenty years old, she had wide hips, a big round ass, small waist, and very large breasts. As the other girls stepped back, she moved forward and bent at the waist, allowing her soft, round breasts to dangle in Fanny's face. After nearly smothering the English girl for a minute or two, she straddled Fanny's head like the others had done, but then leaned forward, so that her face was directly over Fanny's pussy. A special stool, the same height as the bench, was placed to support Fanny's head. It was well padded, and just the right height to take the strain from Fanny's neck muscles while allowing her to reach with her tongue the pussy just over her face. Fanny looked up to find the largest pussy lips she had ever seen. They were dark purple at the edges, bright pink at the center and hung down like fleshy, wrinkled butterfly wings. Fanny quickly sucked one side, then the other into her mouth. The lovely African girl moaned, shook, and began to gush juices into Fanny's hungry mouth. It was at this point that the men stopped their chanting and came forward. The rest of the women resumed their positions in the circle and took up the rhythm with their drums. Fanny had been too busy to notice, but the men were all fully aroused from watching the young English girl be ravished by their women, and many of them stroked their huge erections. The first man to approach seemed to be the oldest man present, probably in his late thirties, and the other men deferred to him. He was muscular like the others, but with a somewhat protruding belly and stout legs. He danced up to the bench, shaking his enormous member. The women clapped in time to the rhythm as the huge prick came into view just above Fanny's head. The big man pulled the stool aside for a moment, allowing Fanny's head to fall back. As her mouth fell open, the muscular Negro dangled the head of his cock in front her lips. Fanny's head hung completely upside down, and from this viewpoint her eyes took in the massive instrument before her. Its head was a dark, reddish purple, and the size of a small apple. The shaft was as black as ebony, slick and shiny, and bulging with thick veins. Fanny could not even begin to guess the length and breadth of the huge dick. She couldn't imagine how that thing would fit in anyone's pussy. The African squeezed out a drop of clear fluid which the young English girl licked from the tip of his cock. Holding it like a club, the big Negro began to slap the teenager's face with his gigantic meatstick. Fanny kept her mouth open, her tongue straining to lick the huge member as it swatted against her face. "Give it to me," she pleaded. He complied, holding his cock in a way that allowed Fanny to lick first one side then the other, finally placing his massive nutsack over her mouth so that the lovely white girl could lick the sweat from it. The native then placed the head of his cock before the blonde's pouting red lips and pinched her nostrils closed with his fingers. Fanny's mouth gaped instinctively and the big man pushed the head of his enormous cock into the wet opening. Fanny's cheeks bulged obscenely as the fat cockhead entered her mouth. The white girl's hot, wet mouth on his dick caused the big African to groan. The tip of the huge dick pressed on the back of her tongue, causing Fanny to gag slightly. Her eyes began to water. Lost in the world of her own desires, Fanny didn't even notice her need for air until the fat dickhead was pulled from her mouth, allowing her to take a deep breath. The tall warrior eased the head of his fuckstick back into Fanny's mouth and pushed, until the tip was pressed against the back of her throat. When she began to gag he massaged her throat with his free hand, and the pale skinned young beauty was able to take part of the swollen knob into her gullet. She gagged again, and as the powerful native pulled his dick out of her mouth, rivulets of Fanny's saliva ran down her smooth cheeks. Strings of her spit stretched from the girl's open mouth to the huge black dick, glistening in the firelight. The helpless young girl gasped for air just before the big cock was plunged into her mouth again. Now the savage released his hold on Fanny's nose, grabbed a fistful of her hair in one hand and the back of her neck with the other. As he thrust his hips forward, the small crowd of spectators saw half of his throbbing shaft disappear down the throat of the blonde teenager. Her mouth was stretched open as far as it would go and more saliva leaked out around her lips. The circle of onlookers could see the bulge in young white girl's neck where it was invaded by the monstrous prick. The lusty warrior pumped his thick tool in and out of Fanny's throat for a few moments until he felt her convulse. He didn't want to kill her and he wasn't ready to come yet. As he withdrew his huge cock it was followed by thick, shining ropes of the blonde's saliva which the African used to lubricate his shaft. Fanny gasped and coughed, more saliva running down her face into her hair. To the amazement of everyone there, the English girl opened her mouth again and stretched out her tongue. "Mmmm," she mewled. "Give me some more." Her pale blue eyes gazed up at him with a look of undisguised lust. The big native only laughed and smacked her face with his thick cock, spreading the saliva around. While Fanny's throat was being raped by the sturdy African, the girl on top of her had been teasing the blonde girl's pink, wet folds. The voluptuous, dark-skinned girl turned now to the big man and spoke to him in imploring tones. Though Fanny couldn't understand the words—indeed, she wasn't even sure the savages used words—she could easily guess the meaning. The girl wanted to get fucked. The man lifted Fanny's head so that her tongue could reach the other girl's dangling labia, and the horny English girl went back to work licking and sucking the tangy dark lips. The stool was placed under Fanny's head again, and the trembling native girl lowered her pussy onto the blonde's face. The black girl's hips began to grind, pressing her cunt flesh against Fanny's lips, tongue, nose and chin. The big man stopped them before the girl could orgasm. He pressed the head of his gigantic meatstick against the busty girl's opening, and gradually worked the head in. A sigh came from the big breasted African girl. The warrior continued to work more and more of his thick shaft into the girl's fuckhole, and now moans could be heard. Soon almost the entire ebony rod was buried in the girl's wet hole, and Fanny could see every detail only inches from her face. As the huge dick bottomed out at the girl's cervix, a pair of heavy balls slapped against the blonde's forehead. Fanny could hear the squelching sounds as the two natives fucked, and she could smell the combined odors of the couple's sweat and fuck juices. Each time the cock withdrew she could see the girl's wetness coating the thick black fuck tool. Its taste still lingered on Fanny's lips, and she reached up with her tongue to gather some more. The big Negro couldn't help but gasp as the English teenager licked the bottom of his shaft as it plunged in and out of the native pussy. Fanny tried to insert her tongue at the exact point where the girl's labia were stretched by the fat dick, and her tongue found the African girl's clit. While the blonde tickled her clit orally the warrior pounded the black girl's cunt with his heavy spear, hitting her g-spot. The girl began to shudder and shake her ass wildly. Just as she began to orgasm, her lover pulled out his thick cock. He knew what would happen next. The girl squirted a flood of clear liquid girl-come straight into Fanny's open mouth and onto her face. Fanny raised her mouth to the slippery pussy lips and cleaned up as much of the juice as she could. Before this moment the blue-eyed English girl never knew that girls could squirt when they came, and she wanted to see it again. She was not disappointed. When the girl's trembling subsided, the man stepped forward again and rammed his big dick home. After no more than a dozen strokes the girl began to scream and quiver. The cock was pulled out and again the girl flooded Fanny's mouth with come. The blonde teen swallowed as much as she could, while quantities of the fluid ran down her face and into her hair. Now the warrior was in no mood to wait any longer. Gripping the round ass cheeks of the native girl, he pounded his enormous cock in and out as hard and fast as he could. With her lips Fanny took hold of one side of the girl's slick labia and sucked it into her mouth, then released it and did the same with other side. The girl screamed again, but this time the man did not pull out. As the juices came streaming out around the ebony cock Fanny drank up as much as she could, though much of it spilled over her face. Finally, with a roar the big Negro came. Jet after jet of hot, thick come shot deep into the native girl's loins. While his dick was still pumping, the man pulled out and sent two more shots of come into the blonde's open mouth. The next squirt stretched across her cheekbone and the bridge of her nose. More come dribbled from the end of the huge cock and Fanny reached with her tongue to catch it, but he didn't let her. Instead, as the black savage stroked the last of the come from his massive club, he smeared the teenager's face with its tip, spreading his come over her lips and cheeks. "Mmmm, give me more come," the English girl begged. The experienced warrior knew just what to do. Taking the African girl by the shoulders, he raised her so that she stood with her come-filled fuck tunnel directly over the blonde's face. Fanny began to suck at the girl's sloppy cunt. As the gorgeous white teenager licked, the come began to flow into her mouth. The dark-skinned girl helped by squeezing her vaginal muscles, and copious amounts of thick, white cream drizzled into Fanny's hungry mouth. She kept licking and sucking until the native's pussy was clean, and her labia shone only with the English girl's saliva. The rest of the men now moved in to have their turn with the hot blonde fuckdoll. The native girl was pulled roughly out of the way, and the stool was yanked from under Fanny's head, letting it fall back once more so that she saw the world upside down. As the men formed a tight circle around the bench, one thrust his cock in the blonde's face while another rubbed the head of his big dick against her pink pussy lips. She needed to come so badly, but Fanny had never had a dick even half as big as the one now at the entrance to her love tunnel. The owner of the dick spat on his thick shaft and used his hand to smear it over the head. He forced the fat head into her pussy, causing her mouth to open in a groan. The native at her head used this opportunity to shove his massive fuckstick into the blonde girl's mouth. The warrior between Fanny's thighs soon managed to ease almost half of his enormous prick into the young blonde's tight snatch. Already, with less than half of the African's dick inside her, Fanny had never been so filled in her life. Her gasps were drowned by the huge dick in her mouth, pushing against the back of her throat. The cock in her pussy began to inch slowly in and draw back out, so that with each thrust a little more was crammed inside her stuffed hole. After several minutes of this effort, the African was rewarded by seeing almost his entire ebony war club disappear between the blonde girl's pink petals. Then it hit the entrance to her womb and could go no farther. Although Fanny could see none of this from her position, she thought she must soon faint from the pain. The tormented English girl thrashed and tried to cry out, but the only sounds that emerged were muffled grunts. The cock in her mouth was forcing its way farther down her throat, making even breathing difficult. Somehow her body's natural gag reflex had lessened, and Fanny was able to take more and more of the black invader into her gullet without the convulsive heaves she had experienced only a few minutes earlier. In her helpless state she could do nothing as the two muscular Africans pummeled her body at either end. As the cock in her pussy worked slowly in and out, the blonde's fuck hole stretched, her juices coated it, and the massive member began to slide more easily. Suddenly the sensation of fullness changed from pain to extreme pleasure mixed with pain. Fanny began to fuck back. The two warriors picked up her rhythm and synchronized their movements. As the cock in her pussy was withdrawn, the one in her mouth slid deep down her throat, and vice versa. The African at her head mauled her delicate white breasts with one hand while with the other he roughly grabbed the back of her head. He used this leverage to force even more of his monster dick down the helpless girl's throat. As the two studs increased their tempo, Fanny felt her coming orgasm begin to build. The villagers looked on in amazement as the English teenager gave the two warriors the fuck of their lives. The drumming and shouting of the women grew louder. As the two huge black cocks hammered the young blonde, pulling almost completely out before slamming into her again, Fanny hit her first peak. Her muffled screams of pleasure only inflamed the lust of the Negroes. They fucked her harder. Fanny rode another wave of orgasm, higher and higher, until it seemed she would never come down. Her spasms went on and on, and the newly corrupted teen could hardly believe that her body could sustain this much pleasure. The stud fucking her mouth came next. He pumped what felt like a quart of hot come directly into Fanny's gullet. She didn't even need to swallow. As his shudders tapered off, he pulled out his fat shining cock and wiped it on the lovely blonde's saliva smeared face. Seeing this, the spear chucker in her cunt whipped out his cock, moved quickly to the other end of the bench, and jerked his cock in the white girl's face. She opened her mouth to catch his seed, but the first rope overshot its mark and left a trail across her left breast and neck. The next shot hit Fanny's chin and she stretched to catch some of it in her mouth. The big Black never came so much in his life, and as he jerked his thick cock he moved it around so that each jet covered a different part of the young blonde's face. The Wreck of the Manchester "Mmmm, I want your come," Fanny pleaded, and her tongue gathered as much of the thick sauce as she could reach. The African helped by using the head of his dick to spoon it into her mouth. Fanny eagerly took the massive purple head into her mouth time and again to receive another taste of the musky fluid. The big man signaled one of the native girls to approach, and he gave some commands in their strange clicking language. The slender brown girl bent over Fanny and licked up the come that lay on her neck and breast, and shared a very sloppy kiss with the blonde teenager. After that, the rest of the village men had their way with the young English girl. Mostly they followed the pattern set by the first pair of ravishers, fucking her simultaneously in pussy and throat, then coming in her mouth or on her face. Each of the men's cocks was nearly as big, and in some cases bigger, than the first warriors who defiled her. Some chose to come deep in Fanny's vagina, leaving her fuckhole filled to the brim with wiggling spermatozoa. The last to fuck her was a slim young lad with scarcely a hair on his smooth body, but with a cock the size of the blonde's forearm. He eased his big tool inside her almost reverently, before humping her like an animal and shooting an enormous load in her face. After all the men had come on or in the blonde teen at least once, the ceremony degenerated into an all-out orgy. Fanny was untied and carried from the bench, only to be staked to the ground spread-eagle. The villagers then began to fuck each other in every position imaginable. As each male pumped his load of semen into a dusky snatch, the Negress would then squat over Fanny's mouth to have the gooey white stuff sucked out by the beautiful white English girl. By the time the lust of the villagers was spent the bonfire had burned down to a pile of glowing embers. In their soft reddish light the lovely Fanny Chamberlain could be seen, her body smeared with the sex juices of more than thirty native savages, a look of contented fulfillment on her face. The Wreck "I'm well aware of your situation. In fact, I waited until you had run through your grant money and that you have made fencing items to Hasin." "Why?" "Why? Because I am comfortably well off, but I want to be rich. You're an archeologist, not a treasure hunter. So I feel I can workout a deal with you that is more advantageous to myself, than I could with another person seeking financial gain." "I'd like to be rich too, ya know?" Viv said, arching an eyebrow. The woman smiled broadly and then laughed. It was a beautiful sound, rich and vibrant. "Of course. I'm not suggesting you take nothing. Merely that you will be happy with less than a professional treasure seeker would. "All right, what's the deal?" Viv asked. The girl pulled a letter sized envelope from her bag and passed it to Viv. "That's a contract, drawn up by my lawyer. The terms are pretty simple. I will front you ten thousand US dollars, and will take you to the site. If we find nothing, it's my loss. If we find a wreck, the first ten thousand dollars worth of artifacts brought up are mine, to dispose of as I will. After that, we will split the take fifty-fifty. There is also a clause that gives you right of first refusal, that is to say, if something found in the first ten thousand has significant historical value, you may purchase it from me first. You have first right to choose your portion, that is to say, you may forego monies earned from the sale of raw silver and gold, instead using your share of those to claim artifacts you deem museum worthy." "Sounds fair so far," Viv said, pulling the contract out. "It further stipulates that you will incur all costs in claiming the wreck site, fighting any court battles and you assume responsibility to manage any problems that occur with the international maritime authorities." "That could be very expensive." "I know. That's why it comes from your portion. To counter balance that, all expenses that accrue from the ongoing excavation will come from my portion. That is to say, I will assume all expenses to procure you ships, equipment, pay salaries, and such. We will basically be entering into a limited partnership." "All right, go on." "Since the expenses you will incur are theoretical, while those I incur are a foregone conclusion, I think it's very fair. You have the know-how, I have the location of the site. We both stand to profit enormously. Only I will incur any initial risk." "So far so good, what's the catch?" The woman smiled again. "Only this, I go with you on the expedition. It isn't that I don't trust you, but I do not wish to see my investment squandered." "That seems reasonable," Viv replied as she read over the terms in the contract. "One final thing, something not in the contract," the woman said. "Yes?" Viv said, looking up at her as something in the woman's voice caught her attention. "I'm a woman of very strong...proclivities. I will expect you to keep me...entertained while we are out." She was still smiling, her eyes laughing, but Viv realized she was dead serious. "I...don't swing that way," Viv said carefully. "That's a pity. Ah, well, I hope you will keep the information given confidential," the woman said as she gathered up the book and cross and slipped them back into her bag. She was obviously about to leave and it was just as obvious Viv wouldn't let her. The new theory had rekindled her excitement and the cross gave tangible proof the woman knew where some wreck lay. The final arbiter though, was her dedication to preservation. If she let this woman walk, she might find a treasure hunter and if that happened, the opportunity for archeology and preservation would be almost assuredly lost. Viv had chided herself for not sleeping with Mabek. That would have only given her a few more hours of air. This was a case of the find of a life time. It was made easier by the fact her sexuality had always been somewhat ambiguous. That wasn't to say she had experimented greatly, rather the opposite was true. She had always been so absorbed in her work that sex had most often been something of a temporary escape and a rarity even then. Her last full semester in the dorms, she had drawn a party girl with a healthy appetite for pleasures of the flesh and no pronounced preference in her partner's gender. Donna had seduced her and the sex had been, well, to be honest, she had been so drunk she didn't remember it. What she did remember was how awkward things had been afterwards and how glad she was when the semester had ended and she had gotten an apartment off campus. If this extraordinary woman demanded sex as part of the price, Viv decided she would pay that price. The decision was strangely easy, like the decision to remove a piece of lumber to see what was under it. Unlike her work, she approached sex in such a detached way, it was almost emotionless. "Fine then, you have a deal," Viv said, extending her hand. The woman smiled like the cat who ate the canary and shook. "Here's five thousand," she said, handing Viv a cashier's check, already made out to her. "East slip, berth 245," Viv said mechanically. "I'll be there in the morning," the tall woman said as she turned. "Wait!" "Yes." She replied, turning back to the table. "What's your name?" Viv asked. "Calizza, Calizza Ramirez." "Make it day after tomorrow, we will need to reoutfit and I have to get at least one more diver." "As you wish." The Wreck "Let me clarify then. Blonde, toned, tanned, quite a hot little package. Intelligent, dedicated to her work and apparently uninterested in men or at least in casual sex. Upon closer inspection, shy, socially awkward, but sweet and loyal to her crew. The question of how you have remained single has weighed upon my mind." "I just haven't met anyone." "Well, now you have. How old are you?" "Thirty-two, why?" "Just hitting your sexual prime then. I know you don't understand, my prim little wallflower, but you are what they call a catch. And I intend to have you, along with the money and fame," she said. "But..." "No buts, it's getting late. We'll talk more later." She moved her shoulders. It wasn't really a shrug, nor even that much of a movement, but the silk robe slid off her shoulders and pooled around her feet. Calizza wore nothing beneath the robe and Viv found herself staring, unable to tear her eyes away. The girl's legs were impossibly long and elegant. Well muscled, but not bulky and very shapely. Wide hips melded into a trim waist. Her small breasts were not firm, but instead rested on her chest, with darker areola and nipples that were now erect. Her skin was flawless, like a black pearl, dark and tantalizing Her pussy was bare, a fat, fleshy mound with deep black lips that seemed to be a shade darker than even her skin. Viv couldn't have spoken if her life depended on it, struck mute by this arresting woman's charms. "I'll take it you like what you see," she said with one of those musical laughs. "You're very beautiful," Viv managed. Calizza cocked her head and then sat gracefully on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were flashing, but not with anger. Viv felt strange, embarrassed, nervous, tense. She couldn't put it in words, but it was a new feeling for her. A kind of breathless anticipation she could only equate to the way she felt when the sand sucker revealed an artifact hidden by the sand. "I've been with many women," Calizza began. Her voice was deeper, husky and seductive at once. "More than a few men as well. No one has ever stared at me like you do." "I'm sorry," Viv exclaimed, blushing and lowering her eyes. Calizza gently caught the pretty blonde's chin and lifted her face. "Don't be sorry. It wasn't meant as a reprimand or anything bad. It's just that I am used to seeing passion, hunger, lust. In your face I saw only wonder. Have you never seen another woman naked before?" "I've seen a few, but never anyone like you." "Anyone like me?" Calizza prompted. "You're just so...perfect..." Viv was confused and trying to find a more fitting word when Calizza leaned forward and pressed her full lips to Viv's. Any attempt at rational thought disappeared in the whirlwind of emotions, like a cry for help launched into the teeth of a hurricane. The tall woman's tongue grazed her lips, not demanding entry, but a silken invitation. Viv closed her eyes tightly, tilted her head back and tried to let go and enjoy the moment. Her lips parted and Calizza's soft tongue slipped between them. Viv was surprised at the difference in this kiss and those she had experienced before. Calizza's tongue was narrower than a man's and didn't seem to fill her mouth as much. At the same time it was more agile, outlining her teeth and caressing her palate. She could taste the peppery taste of the fish Calizza had had for dinner, as well as a faint overtone of rum. Calizza probed deeper, pushing her body up against Viv's and eventually riding her down onto her back. The blonde's arms went around her lover involuntarily and she pulled them back as if she'd been burned when they made contact with the black girl's soft, silky skin. Calizza caught her wrists and pushed them up over her head. Viv felt helpless as the kiss deepened and she began to kiss back. Calizza still held her hands above her head, but she switched to using one hand and her other trailed down the blonde's side to her hip. Calizza broke the kiss, raining small kisses on Viv's lips, nose, eyelids and cheeks, before tracing down her neck to the hollow between her collar bones. From there, the dark skinned girl's tongue and lips began an agonizingly slow ascent, up the archeologist's neck, along the line of her jaw, to her ear. Here she gently nipped the sensitive lobe and exhaled warm, shivery breaths until Viv was gasping. Calizza's hand slid up Viv's rib cage and under her shirt, gently cupping and squeezing her right breast. The shock was bad enough, but Calizza's sexy purr sent Viv's arousal off the scales. Calizza's palm moved, covered Viv's rapidly stiffening nipple and began to rhythmically caress her. Calizza's left hand abandoned Viv's wrists, but the blonde didn't move them. When her second hand reached the hem of Viv's shirt, the dark skinned beauty released her breast and used both hands to pull the shirt up and off Viv's shoulders. She left it there, the thin material covering Viv's face as her hands returned to the archeologist's breasts. Her hands weren't enough and soon her warm mouth joined them, enveloping one of Viv's nipples and sucking. Viv mewled in pleasure as Calizza continued to massage the sensitive orbs, her mouth alternating between them. Sometimes she pulled hard, at others she just flicked her tongue over them, occasionally she would nip the stiff nipples, but it was always gentle and sent only spikes of pleasure and no pain, although Viv continued to yelp in surprise each time. Viv's back arched and her breathing became labored. She was making small sounds, sighs, moans, cooing. Sounds she had never made before during lovemaking. Eventually Calizza's mouth started working down her flat tummy, pausing at her navel and then lower. Viv finally found the ability to move and struggled out of her shirt. She couldn't understand her need, but she just had to see what was happening as Calizza's hands curled into her panties and pulled them over her hips and down her legs. Viv's motions were jerky, and it took her a lot longer to get her shirt off than it seemed like it should have. She barely had it off when Calizza planted a kiss at the top of her pussy, just inside her downy blonde pubes. Looking down her body, past her heaving breasts, she saw Calizza's hypnotic eyes staring up as her tongue grazed Viv's damp lips. The sensation was powerful, and unexpected. Viv threw her head back and her legs clenched. Calizza laughed musically. "Never had your pussy eaten before?" she asked. Viv couldn't find her voice, try as she might her tongue seemed cloven to the roof of her mouth. Calizza made a show of extending her tongue and fleetingly licked her hyper sensitive lips, near where they came together. Viv gasped and Calizza smiled. "First time for everything," she said, before pushing her tongue between Viv's lips and caressing her inner folds. "Oh god!" Viv exclaimed. "Relax, baby, it only gets better from here," Calizza whispered. Viv nodded, still unable to speak and let her head fall back on the pillow. She tried to calm her head and just concentrate on the sensations, dimly aware that she might have been missing something even more wonderful than diving all these years. Calizza was slowly licking Viv's lips, using the tip of her tongue to outline them. The sensations were strong and arousing, but Viv was struck by how langorous Calizza was being. Sex, for her at least, had always been more...frenetic. Almost as if she and her partner had been in some kind of race. She knew that was mostly her fault, as sex had never been more than a temporary diversion from her work. Of course her partners had almost all been people who shared her passion. Archeologists she met at the archives in Spain, divers with whom she snatched a few minutes of stolen pleasure between dives, boat operators, and the occasional amateur who took a fancy to her. Calizza was really her first female lover; she tended not to count the one where she remembered nothing of it. More than that, Calizza was her first lover who apparently approached lovemaking with the same passion and ardor with which Viv approached diving. She kept up the slow teasing until the blonde's back was fully arched and her hands were helplessly grasping handfuls of the comforter and releasing. Viv's breathing had become shallow and she unconsciously licked her lips, before Calizza pushed her tongue between Viv's now gaping lips and began to lave the inner folds. Viv groaned, as the sensations became even more intense and pleasurable. Calizza switched from overall bathing to targeted attention, using the tip of her tongue or the underside and Viv began to feel like a champagne bottle that was being shaken. Tension was mounting in her body and her muscles were all taut. Her back was arched, her legs so stiff they actually lifted her ass off the bed, leaving her balanced on just her feet and shoulder blades. With the subtlety of a virtuoso, Calizza chose just the right moment to suck Viv's clit and some of the surrounding flesh into her mouth and lash her tongue over it. Viv's inarticulate cry blended into shuddering moans and gasps as an orgasm rocked her. Muscles clenched, spasmed and released as starbursts of color exploded on the backs of her tightly closed eyelids. Screaming, unreal pleasure assaulted her mind, in bursts that seemed to roll in upon each other, overlap, and ripple away, only to be overshadowed by the next crashing wave. Eventually the intensity died away and the intervals increased, until she was only rocked by an occasional aftershock. Viv curled up in a ball and just lay there, trying to assimilate the whole of the experience. She found herself panting, with her mouth tasting like cotton and her muscles in the grip of an indolent languidness that was unfamiliar. "I'll take it you liked that," Calizza said playfully. "I...I've never had anything like that happen before," Viv managed. "You've never come before?" "Hmm? Oh, sure, I've had...an orgasm before, just...not like that." "Well, that's just a taste of what's to come, but now it's my turn." As she spoke, she rolled Viv over onto her back and climbed up her body, planting her knees on either side of the blonde's head and resting her ass on Viv's bust. "I don't know about this," Viv said hesitantly. "Shhhh. I'll help you along, but I adore seeing my lover's face as she services me." "What do I do?" Viv asked. She was embarrassed to sound so childish and naïve. Calizza smiled, but didn't laugh and gently stroked her cheek. "Just do what you know feels good to you." Viv nodded and Calizza raised up, then slowly lowered her pussy to Viv's lips. Seeing Calizza's sex up close was so disconcerting Viv decided to just close her eyes and get it over with. When Calizza's nether lips settled on her face, Viv just stuck her tongue out and began to lap at the damp folds, like a kitten. She tried to ignore the obscene sounds and Calizza's happy sighs, but they were impossible to shut out. The flavor was strange, strong, earthy, but with a sweetness and salt combination she found hard to describe. As time passed, Viv began to notice certain areas produced certain reactions. She found the experience was not only not as disgusting as she had feared, but was actually kind of fun. She began to zoom in on those areas that seemed to provoke the strongest responses. She was concentrating on Calizza's upper pussy, when the girl rose slightly and put her hands on Viv's cheeks. The novice opened her eyes and the sight before her was one she would never forget. Calizza's dark skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her pussy gaped open, revealing the inner folds and the small pebble of her clit. These were a dark color, which reminded her of finger coral. Not only were the black girl's nipples stiff, but the whole of her breasts seemed to be standing out proudly from her body. Her lips were curled into a most wondrous smile and her whole face seemed to be wearing in an angelic expression. "Did I do something wrong?" "Yes and no," Calizza replied, her voice thick with passion, "direct contact on my clit can be painful. Try to avoid it until I am close to coming." "How will I know when that is?" "You'll know," she said with a smile. With that, she lowered herself back to Viv's lips and the blonde returned to avidly licking, but avoided her clit. She could feel Calizza's wetness on her cheeks and the tip of her nose, but it didn't seem to matter. Eventually Calizza stiffened. "Now," she hissed. Viv attacked her clit then, lashing it with her tongue in a passable imitation of what Calizza had done to hers earlier. The black girl moaned and then barked as her body convulsed and shook. They made love several more times that night, ending in a wild sixty-nine that left them both utterly spent. The Wreck The competing sensations were delicious and soon Viv felt herself tensing. Her orgasm was smooth, seemingly timed to match the rhythm of her hips. It was far less intense than last night's and Viv was just enjoying it when Calizza suddenly rolled over, carrying Viv with her. Viv laughed at the surprise, but groaned when Calizza's hips drove the dildo deeply into her. The blonde wrapped her legs around her lover's hips and tried to relax as the athletic girl began to really drive into her with long, even strokes. Viv was used to men who generally lasted a very short time when they were using the power and tempo Calizza established. She associated that kind of force and speed with the final moments of having sex, but Calizza didn't appear to be nearing orgasm. Viv came again after a few minutes of such vigorous fucking. This one was intense, blotting out the world for a few exquisite moments. Pleasure rolled in on her, like the sea, when a rising tide creeps ever further up a sandy beach. Muscles she didn't even know she had began to spasm and for a brief moment, it felt as if something inside her had torn loose. This feeling inspired a momentary panic, which dissolved into euphoria. After that, orgasms seemed to roll in on her with dizzying speed. Some were very intense, leaving her panting and moaning, others were not much stronger than after shocks, but they just kept coming. Soon they began to overlap one another, melding, blending, and rippling away. Viv found herself crying out, holding Calizza's tight ass and pulling her down, thrusting up to meet her. For the first time in her life, she was really feeling what sex could be like. It was an epiphany that arrived on one shattering orgasm and departed on the next as conscious thought became impossible. Later, as they lay together still joined by the faux cock, she wondered if anything would ever be the same for her again. The Wreck "She's down by the bow," he commented. "I drilled some holes in the bottom." "You always were the smart one. Where were you?" "I went diving, to clear my head." "Lucky for us you did." "You all right?" "A few bruises and cuts, I've had worse in friendly barroom brawls," he said with a grin. "Andy?" "The same." She was silent a long moment. "Burt, did they..." "No. They didn't do more than slap her around a bit. They probably would have gotten around to it, she's a hell of a woman, when they started looking for you she went ballistic. Never seen such a spit fire. It took three of them to hold her down. If I hadn't been staring down the barrel of an Ak, I would have helped her." "They were looking for me?" "Yeah. They must have been watching us for a while. They knew they were missing another woman. Tore the ship apart looking for you. Here, I'll take the wheel, go see about her." Viv went down. Calizza was tending to Andy's face with a first aide kit. When she looked up and saw Viv, she just held out her arms. Viv rushed into them and they hugged. With that all the stops came out and Viv broke down into tears of relief.