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Epiphany

By: kindle



Sitting nervously in my car, watching the house, I debate whether to flee, or go through with this. God, how nervous I am, having met these friends online so many months before, why is it so hard to finally go and meet them face to face? Knowing the answer, a picture in my mind flooding my senses of a young handsome thing I had grown ever too close to. Tres. Pronounced Trace, his name rolling easily off my tongue, so unique, having been given that moniker, by his parents, meaning three. Heart, soul, and mind. The very thought of this man making my tummy do flip-flops, and my heart to feel as if ready to burst. Thinking, well you know honey, things are much different in real life. He is much to young for you, and underlying all the sexual tension and teasing of the previous months, you know that, and you will do what is right for him. Hoping I can walk the fine line between what is right and what I want.

Checking my reflection once more in the rearview, opting to apply fresh summer rose lipstick to my full lips. Rummaging through my makeup bag, taking my plum eyeliner, and gliding it under the lower lashes of each eye. Touching it to the upper corners as well. I blot the lipstick, leaving a perfect shaped kiss on the tissue. My cheeks sprinkled with freckles from the sun's kiss, never wearing much makeup, liking instead to enhance what is there naturally, I decide, this is enough. Pulling the natural bristled brush through my long hair, it's color a beige, with lighter streaks of blonde running through the thick waves. I twist it up, clipping it, letting a few tendrils lay loosely, curling over my nape, and framing my face with shorter layers. I reach for the door, and get out. 

The contrast of the hot Atlanta sun, warming me instantly as I step out of the coolness of my airconditioned car, I stand, basking for a moment in it. Tugging my faded, cut-off denim shorts down a bit, and smooth out the short white t-backed tank, that allows my left shoulders' adornment of a 4" wide swallowtail butterfly tattoo, with the blue-eyed leopardess superimposed in it's wings to show. I reach in...getting my sandals from the car, dropping them, and stepping each perfectly pedicured foot into the leather, wiggling prettily rose painted toes, and bend to adjust the golden toe-ring on the second toe of my left foot. The black rose toe-ring tattoo on my right foot's second toe, giving testament as well as the slave anklet with it's tiny bells, to my other life. Taking a bit of cocoa and shea butter cream, smoothing it over long golden tanned legs, and gliding the remainder over my arms, it gives my tan a deep luster, I straighten, and head for the house.

Stopping at the door, taking a deep breath, I hesitantly ring the bell. Well, here goes my girl, sighing, remembering my motto, "Return with Honor." Scowling, shit, why do I have to have that motto! I giggle to myself, so bad, you are soooo very bad woman. Snapping back to reality as I hear approaching footsteps on the other side of the door. Gulping hard, as the knob turns, suddenly there is a sweet-faced woman looking back at me. I smile, and say, "Lisa?"

"Shae!!! I'd know that voice anywhere!" laughing, she pulls me into a tight hug. "Come on girl! We've been wondering when you'd get here!" Lisa, takes my hand pulling me along after her. Loving her already, her gentle way making me feel instantly at ease. She stands only 5'3", reddish hair draping over her shoulders, small and petite, she is everything I had pictured. "Some were getting a little restless, thinking you might not show." she says. "One in particular, has been watching for you." she giggles, poking me in the side, wriggling her eyebrows. My face, blushes crimson, telling thoughts I had hoped to keep to myself. Hearing music playing and voices we pass through the french doors, into the backyard, where Lisa announces, "She's hereeeeeeee!"

A tall, oh so very tall man, jumps up. I know at once this one as Rico. Grinning as he rushes taking me in a big hug sweeping me off my feet, swinging me around, "Shea! You made it!!" Rico shouts out. As he sets me down, I peer up into the piercing blue eyes, almost appearing violet, smiling into them.

"Sweet man, so good to meet you my friend." I say, my eyes taking in his commanding features, long black hair pulled neatly back into a ponytail, long thin face, yes, this is our Gothman, grinning back at him. His voice not matching his appearance, soft, higher in pitch, but growly at times, remembering the tracks of his band's songs I had listened to so many times, him singing lead vocals. 

"So, you ready to take that long walk, m'love?" I say, teasingly. We have all assembled here, friends from far and near, who had grown so close to he and Lisa over the previous year, to bear witness to their nuptials.

"Oh, yeah!" Rico replies, with his familiar "Ha ha ha ha ha" laugh. He looks to Lisa, his eyes softening, "I am the luckiest man alive, Shea."

"Yes, you are my friend, yes you are." I gush, pulling them both into a warm hug. "We are all here for you both, and I for one...love you both dearly!" Catching a movement out of the corner of my eye, looking around Rico's shoulder, I see him, and my heart flutters, knowing at once, as he approaches us, who he is...Tres! 

My arms slip from the embrace, and Rico and Lisa part, giving me full view of this one who has invaded my every thought for so long. A slow grin spreading across my face, meeting his gaze with my own. As our eyes meet, a jolt rushing through me, I gasp, feeling his eyes pulling me in, laying his soul bare. My own, suddenly feeling a completeness. My eyes travelling over his body, he is tall, well over 6', dark hair, almost black, short with bangs feathering across his forehead. He sports long sideburns, which accentuate his full cheeks, and oh my, those lips, so full, and kissable. The dark hair cradling his chin, invoking wild thoughts of what that might feel like brushing against the insides of my thighs causing my face to flush. Finding myself running into his arms, I cling to him. Blinking back tears, feeling so overwhelmed by his very presence, wishing at once, we were alone. Feeling his arms encircle me, holding me tight to him, the thought occurs to me, "how can something, that feels so right, be wrong?" He pulls away a bit, looking into my eyes, his dark green eyes, outlined by ebony lashes, seeing the truth in me, I just want to fall into them, and be swallowed up.

His voice, deep and strong, caressing me, as he says, "Shea, it's about damn time!" He smiles, and my heart melts further. 

"You too sweet man, you too." I murmur softly. All the thoughts of behaving before our meeting suddenly gone in an instant. Feeling large hands on my shoulder, I turn to meet Rico's grin.

"Okay, you two...break it up!" he says, laughing evilly. "Come on Shea, a few more intros for you." and leads me off, making the rounds of meeting he and Lisa's many friends. I look back over my shoulder, to Tres, wanting to be back in his arms, biting my lip, hoping he knows that.

After all the introductions are made, the evening settles into idle chat and merriment. Rico gets out his guitar and plays for us all, and we sing along when we know the tune. Others taking over the guitar as Rico checks the ribs he has grilling. 

As the drinking gets fully underway, and other illicit activities, everyone seems to ease into a comfortable state with one another. Much laughing and teasing is done, at Lisa and Rico's expense, horror tales of marriages gone awry, and how once the couple says "I do," they don't. Giggling at the statements, knowing how they serve to unnerve the betrothed couple, I can't help but add a few hilarious observations of my own. Having chosen to sit with Tres, feeling his eyes on me as I chat easily, as is my way. Looking around for Lisa, I decide to go find her, and help with the preparation of the night's meal. No need for the bride-to-be to be working so hard. As I rise to head toward the kitchen, I turn to see Tres, watching my departure, and again, feel the surge of want rushing through my body.

I find Lisa, in the kitchen, taking ears of corn out of a steaming pot on the stove. "Hey, girlie, let me help you, hon!" I say. "What needs done, Mrs. Chavez?" laughing at calling her the soon to be married name.

"Oh, thanks Shea!" she replies and motions to the oven. I grab some oven mitts and begin taking the baked potatoes out and assembling them on a tray. Gathering up all the condiments, salt, pepper, butter, and sourcream, and placing them on a small tray as well. I grab a stack of napkins and follow off behind her.

"Rico? We ready?" Lisa asks. He nods, and she announces, "Ok, ya'all...come and get it!" We set the trays amongst the paper plates and all begin ambling toward the buffet of food.

I opt to wait for the line to die down, and lean against the wall, enjoying the coolness against my hot skin. I take a long drink of my Corona, sucking gently as the lime wedge slips back up into the neck. Smiling as Tres walks toward me. Leaning against the wall with me, I turn my head, and wink at him. Grinning as I see those sweet cheeks flush crimson. I lean towards him...whispering up to his ear, "Don't worry my sweet, I don't bite...well, actually that's a lie, I do!" giggling, feeling the effects of the beer slightly, " Maybe...you should be afraid..." I whisper again, with an evil chuckle, "but, am hopin', not too afraid.." my eyes looking into his, seeing not the slightest trace of trepidation, liking that. I say, "Come on, baby, the line has died down." We walk together to fix our plates, and I say, " Now...how am I supposed to be genteel, eating ribs and corn-on-the-cob?" 

"You? Genteel?" Tres says as he elbows me, plopping a buttery cob on my plate. 

Walking back to our seats, we listen as all are talking and Rico meanders in to put on some discs. The warm, humid Atlanta evening sun, fading in the western sky, stars are beginning to twinkle, fighting for their time to reign, along with the moon. I finish, and rise to take our plates and dispose of them, as I toss them into the can, I hear a familiar tune begin to play. Immediately, my blue eyes meet Tres'. 

He gets up, stretching his long legs, and crosses the yard to me. His fingers reaching for my hand, gripping it, he pulls me to him. The song, by Staind, "Epiphany" begins it's low, haunting melody as my body molds to his. Careless of what others see or know, we begin to slowly sway to the sounds of "our" song. Laying my head against his chest, I just feel, as the words caress us, having so long ago, found this song, and claimed it as our own. I lean up and whisper, "Baby? How can this be...Rico playing this particular song?" 

His lips brush along my ear, and he whispers back, " I told him to play it," chuckling huskily, " had to think of a way to get you into my arms." His hands on my waist, sliding around me, holding me, oh so tight, feeling the length of his body against mine, I quiver. Taking one hand away, I slide it into my back pocket, retrieving a key. Concealing it in my palm, I slide the card shaped key, into the front pocket of his jeans.

Murmuring softly as the song fades, "Only if you want to, Baby, no pressure, no strings." Clinging to him for a moment more, wishing so badly to just be alone, he and I. Knowing I had told him where I was staying before making the trip. Having picked a hotel close to Rico and Lisa's home, but not too close, I smile softly into his eyes. Feeling suddenly weak in the knees.

He guides me back to our seats, and we once again, begin our idle chatter with our newly met friends. The evening wears on, and the night sky is dotted with heavenly winks and swirls of milky way luster. Occasionally a plane soars overhead, it's red and blue lights contrasting against the stars. 

Stifling a yawn, I rise and say, "My sweet friends, I am going to head back to the hotel. The long drive having sapped me somewhat, I wish for a long hot shower." Hearing their protests, I say, " No, no, it wouldn't do for ya'all to be dozing at the altar, now would it?" chuckling. I walk to them and hug them each tightly, feeling honored to be even invited to share in their big day. Thanking them both for a beautiful evening, I turn to say goodnight to their friends, telling each I will see them the following day at the church. Priding myself in remembering all their names. 

"Come on Shea, I'll walk you to your car." Tres says, standing. Telling Rico he will be back shortly. We walk through the house and out the door. As soon as we clear the house, I reach for his hand, entwining my fingers with his. We reach the car, and I lean back against the door, facing him. Looking up into his eyes, taking his hand, guiding it to my lips, kissing the back of it. Then turning it over, kissing the palm, my tongue snaking out to lick where my lips had been, my eyes never leaving his. 

"My angel, give me about a half-hour, and I will be there. I want to be there." he says, as he lifts my chin, leaning in to brush his lips against mine, pressing in, his tongue slipping between my parted lips, dancing with my own. Passion rising between us as his kiss shakes me to the core. He pulls back, and brushes an errant tendril from my eyes, gazing at me. I smile weakly and move to get in, him holding the door for me. One more kiss ever so gently placed to my lips and he says, "Soon, baby, very soon." and closes the door.

I start the car, and put it in gear, wiggling my fingers at him as I pull away. I look in the rear view as he makes his way back to the house, thinking, "Shea, damn girl, what happened to behaving?"

Rolling into the hotel parking lot, I stop, and exit. Having checked in earlier, I go directly to the elevator, and push number 5 for my floor. Lost in a daydream, the *ding* of the announcement of the arrival to my floor, brings me back to the present. Walking the long hallway to my room, I take the extra key and slide it into the lock. Entering and turning on a small bedside light, I slip out of my sandals, and turn on some tunes I brought with me for my portable boombox. Walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen up, I feel suddenly giddy. Standing before the mirror, I looking back at my reflection, avoiding my own gaze staring back at me. " So what is wrong with wanting this man? Yes, he is so very young, but his soul, is that of one who has lived many lifetimes." I finally meet my own eyes, and conclude, nothing is wrong with it, he adores me, and I him, is all that matters, Each of us knowing what the other can give, and accepting our place. Two separate lives, but two hearts joining long ago, more than lust, a deep friendship having grown from the very beginning, only much later did the passion between us kindle from an ember to a raging fire. 

Peeling the tank top over my head, folding it neatly and setting on the vanity, my fingers fumble with the button of my shorts, finally undoing it. Unzipping and shimmying out of them, picking them up from the floor, and laying with my top. Unhooking the front clasp of my convertible bra, it's straps able to be adjusted for any type of needed bra, I slide the straps over my shoulders and roll it in a tiny ball, concealing it between the folded material of my shorts. Closing the door a bit, I reach for the black satin teddy hanging there. Donning it, the coolness of the satin as it falls over my curves making my body spread with goose-flesh. I slip into the matching short robe and go back into the room...walking about, lighting gardenia scented votive candles I had brought with me, their soft glow flickering throughout the room. Easing onto the bed, wishing to relax, calm my nerves a bit... as I wait.

Blue eyes fluttering open as I hear the key slide into the latch of the door. My heart jumps to my throat, blinking my eyes, I realize I must have dozed off, and as I hear the door open, I swing my legs to the side of the bed and jump up. Turning to the sound, I come face to face with Tres, frozen in place for a moment. His eyes slowly move over my body, then our eyes meeting, he murmurs, "C'mere."

I pad softly on barefeet to him. The gentle tinkling of the slave anklet floating through the room as I walk. Stopping before him I gaze up into those eyes of green. Seeing the softening there, my heart melts, and I reach for his hand. 

Taking it, placing it gently against my chest. Closing my eyes, wishing to convey these feelings running rampant through me. His fingers touch my face, and I turn my cheek into his palm, opening my eyes, looking to him. Reaching one hand out to touch, long rose-colored nails tracing the outline of his strong jawline. The other taking his hand on my chest, bringing it to my lips, spreading his fingers with my tongue, licking long strokes up and down the length of each. His eyes watching the gentle dance of my tongue, rolling it over the tip of each finger, suckling each in turn, into my mouth. Circling his fingers with my tongue, watching his eyes, mesmerized by the actions of my tongue. His hand drops from my face, slipping around my waist, pulling me roughly to him. 

I press my body to his, feeling his hand on my lower back, pulling me tighter against him, my short teddy rising as he does. I feel the hardness of his sex against my body. Raising up on tip-toes to rub my mound against him, craving what he has. Letting his middle finger slip from my mouth. I pull his t-shirt from his jeans. Tugging it up over his head, and tossing it aside, his hands pushing the robe off my shoulders, we mold our bodies together. I slide my hands up, behind his head, gripping his hair, I pull. His head lays back, stretching his neck before me, running my tongue along the side, over his throat, up to his ear. Tracing the outline with my tongue, probing into his ear canal, nibbling at the lobe, softly whispering, "I need." I blow softly, into his ear, feeling him shiver. I move my mouth down, sucking the tender skin of his neck. His arms crushing me to him, throaty moans escaping his lips, turning his face to me, his eyes open, and we gaze...no words needing to be said. Pulling his mouth to mine, kissing so tenderly at first, our lips caressing each other, tongues searching for one another, then the overwhelming passion...taking control. 

Feeling my gown lifted, being pulled up...over the soft round of my belly, further still, until my bare flesh meets his chest. Inhaling deeply as my nipples press into him. His mouth hungry on mine, he reaches up to unclip my hair, tossing the hair claw, his fingers entwining into the mass of waves as they tumble down my back. Breaking our kiss, I push him back a step, and remove the teddy completely. Standing with only a black satin thong on, it's edges trimmed in lace, I slip my fingertips into the waist of his jeans. Pulling him gently back to me, kissing softly over his chest. Bending to touch my tongue to one nipple, teasing it, raking the nub with my teeth, tugging, then suckling it into my mouth. His moans, spurring me on, kissing across his chest, taking the other nipple, and giving it the same attention. Lowering myself, kissing a trail as I sink to my knees.

Nuzzling into the hardness of his crotch, feeling him want to be free, but taking my time to tease him further. Nibbling at the fabric, taking it between my teeth, tugging. Making my tongue firm, licking, tracing the outline of his bulge, he twitches under the denim. 

"Shea, baby, damn...." Tres moans. His hands moving through my hair. I look up into his eyes as I unbutton, moving my mouth to take the zipper clasp into my teeth and lower it slowly. Reaching around, slipping my fingers into the waist, and pulling. As the jeans fall, his cock springs forth, and I catch the tip with my tongue. Holding it there as my fingers curl around his shaft, lifting, snaking my tongue down the underside, down to his sac. Gliding my tongue over the skin, gripping his cock firmly, as I suck one ball into my mouth, wetting it, swirling my tongue gently over it, so as not to hurt, letting it slip easily out, and taking the other in to the warmth of my hungry mouth. His moans becoming louder, ringing through the room, his grip tightening in my hair, as I let him slip out gently, his balls resting against my chin. Rising up on my knees, I press my tongue firmly against his vas deferens, pushing up, coaxing precum up to the head, then guide his cock to my lips, gliding the head along my lips, as if applying lipstick to them. My tongue licks my lips, tasting the precum there. Snaking out to taste more, pressing into the small hole, moaning as I suckle his essence from him. His hands pulling my head down, wanting entrance to my mouth. I let his cockhead, pop between my lips, swirling my tongue over it, circling him, sucking, wanting more. 


Epiphany



He groans as his hands push my mouth down onto him, taking him deeply, feeling his cock press against the back of my throat. I relax the muscles, and he slips further in, my lips tight against the base, just holding him there, letting the sensations rush through him. Then slowly, move my mouth up his shaft, his hands now controlling the rhthym, as we begin the slow fuck of my mouth. 

Slipping my hand down over my belly, down along the edge of my panties, pushing my fingers inside to glide along the wetness. Moaning against his cock, as my fingers nimbly find my clit, and rub. Working them down, inserting one, then two inside the warm folds. I press my thumb against my clit, and instantly feel the tingles spread through my loins like tentacles. Easing my fingers out, walking them up his body, to his mouth. Watching as Tres suckles them in, tasting me hungrily. 

Tugging me off of his cock, he pulls me up to my feet. Kissing my mouth hard, I taste myself on his lips. His hands pushing my thong down over my hips, letting them fall to the floor. 

"Tres," I purr, "I need you, darlin'." I softly moan against his mouth. Taking his hand in mine, walking the few short steps to the bed, gently pushing him back. As his long body stretches out before me, I climb onto the bed, throwing one leg over him, straddling him. Reaching between us, me high on my knees, gripping his cock, I rub his head along my slit, guiding it to my entrance, moaning softly as I feel it slip into place, just barely inside. Hovering over him, looking into his eyes, knowing what is to come. I feel his hips raise, wanting to bury his cock into me, but controlling what happens now, I smile softly to him and raise my hips too, not allowing full penetration. Moving up and down, taking just his head inside, letting it pop in and out of me, until my body takes over. 

His hands reach to cover my breasts, thumbs dragging across my erect nipples, I moan in delightful bliss. Tres reaches around, gripping my hips, jerking hard. Letting my weight fall onto him, his cock impaling me, I gasp as it fills me, my eyes never leaving his. Grinding myself against him as he is buried, to the hilt. 

"Oh fuckkkkk,!" Tres growls, as he thrusts his hips up into me, raising me with him as he does. Moving up and down on his cock, lost in the feelings raging between my legs, I grip his hips with my knees, and let my body take over as it fills it's need. Riding him slow, at first, but our desire for release reaching a fevered crescendo, soon, we are animalistic. His hands grip my hips pulling me down onto him as he thrusts upward. My breath growing ragged, panting, tossing my head back, as I do nothing but feel. My hair falling in a wild array about my face, spilling over my breasts, down my back, as we....take from each other.

Crying out, my own voice seeming so distant, as I am lost in the tide, feeling the surge growing, building, his cock, plunging into me, I can take no more. Tensing for the briefest of moments, then the waves wash over me, my fingers gripping his chest, a deep guttural moan escaping my lips, as I cum. His cock hard as stone, he groans loudly, pulling me tight to him, holding me there as I feel him shudder and jerk inside of me, emptying his seed into me. My inner walls milking him, wanting all for it's feed. Feeling the contractions as I refuse to let him go. 

Our eyes meeting, tears spring to mine, so happy to finally have come to this point. The echoes of our breathing fill the room along with the unmistakeable scent of sex. I collapse onto him, he holds me tight. Our lips seeking each other, kissing deeply, lovingly. We lay that way for a long while, just holding each other. 

Tres rolls me over, as I feel his cock slip from me, our mingled juices oozing from my body, he leans up on his elbow, looking down into my eyes, speaking softly to me, his words like honey dripping over me. 

He turns my face to his, and grinning, he says, "Round 2!" covering my mouth with his, muffling my squeals. 

The thought running through my head, "yeah, nothing wrong about this, nothing...at all!"



Epiphany



My girlfriend Tonya was out of town for the weekend. She was meeting some college friends and going shopping and carousing in the city. A typical girls' weekend. I kissed her good bye at about 4:30 pm on Friday. We had become pretty close in the year that we had been dating. She was a cute blonde with the lithe athletic build I loved so much. We also got along so well. We were like drinking pals that enjoyed sex together. I knew that I was lucky to have her.

Yet as close as we had become I couldn't bring myself to tell her my biggest secret. Whenever my girlfriend was out of town for any length of time I engaged in my favorite pastime. I was addicted to dressing as a woman. I would even be so bold as to take drives around town dressed up. 

I know I have one hell of a fucked up pastime. Yet like so many unbreakable habits I had started young. My senior year in high school I had found some porno magazines in a neighbor's garbage. I hid them in an old tree house I had built in the yard. The magazines all had pictures of men dressed as women. One in particular had affected me, it had a pictorial that started out with an absolutely stunning woman posing in a formal evening gown. Slowly, page after page she stripped down until she was standing there in only her pantyhose and high heels. I turned the page and saw the next picture. She was standing there holding an enormous erection that she had slipped out from a slit in her nylons. To me she was still too beautiful to be anything but a woman, even with a cock. Until I saw the next picture. She was actually a he. The man had been wearing a wig and he was standing there holding it in his hand. He was smiling into the camera as if to say he knew he had fooled everyone, especially me. There was even a picture of him in the front pages of the magazine dressed as a man. An average looking man! I was blown away. How could an otherwise masculine man become that beautiful? 

I began to experiment with myself. It started with my mother's closet and progressed onto the women I baby sat for. When I was alone I got into the stockings and garters and anything else that would make me look like a woman. Now at 31 I had developed the expertise and moxie to pass as a full blown woman. I had gotten so good at make up that when I dressed, the only outward sign of manhood was my voice.

By 6:30pm a mere two hours after Tonya had left town, I had gulped down a quick meal and had applied my make up and fixed my hair. My hair had some length to it for a man but the brown locks made a nice short hairstyle for a woman and I kept it androgynous enough. I parted it down one side of my head and let it flow down the other. A little goop for some hold and a greased look and I had to be honest, quite a few woman would be jealous.

It was warm for an early spring night, about 85 degrees, so I went with a bohemian look. A lot of crossdressers liked to dress slutty. I dressed more or less to fit in. Although I had never stopped anywhere dressed as a woman, dressing like a normal woman out for a drive gave me confidence. I slid some really sweet stockings on that I had discovered in a mail order catalogue. They had arrived a week or so ago and I was busting at the seams to try them on. They were a a very sheer bright royal blue color. I hooked them to my garter belt and slipped on a pair of black pumps. The loose fitting sundress I dropped over my head went down to about mid thigh. I looked in the bedroom's full length mirror. Everything matched and I looked downright sexy. I had been dieting for about three weeks in preparation for this weekend so I was down to about 140lbs. Like Tonya I have somewhat of an athletic build myself and I am 5'-8" so I was a little light but it was worth the pain and torture. It had been 6 months since I had been able to do this and despite being older each time I always looked better. My cheekbones stood out with a light coat of blush and mascara brought out my blue eyes and had them sparkling.

As I stood there admiring myself the usual reluctance hit me. Why was I doing this? I mean I wasn't gay. Hell my girlfriend was beautiful. In fact I always tried to mimic her make up and her style when I dressed. I always told myself it was the thrill. Or did I just want to pull off what that man in the magazine had done? Make myself so beautiful that I could fool anyone with my looks. I knew at this point ego was involved. I knew I looked good as a woman, as good as that man did with I am sure some professional make up help. I had begun to understand why women were so desperate to look pretty. Vanity was definitely a sin.

I hustled into the garage and hopped into the car. The street was clear and it was dark so I was able to quickly escape from my neighborhood and get across town. I was rock hard as the first car pulled up to mine at a light. The young man couldn't take his eyes off me as I sat there pretending not to notice, gently rubbing my silky smooth panties against my erection. I took a turn down a side street into a very nice neighborhood to catch my breath. Obviously most people would consider this just plain weird but to me it was an incredible turn on. Then it happened. The light for the heat sensor was blinking. I took evasive action turning my Jetta around and hoping against hope I could make it back home. It wasn't going to happen. I lived almost 10 miles away. I pulled over and turned off the engine thinking if I let it cool down a bit I could start back home. It was at that point that the steam began escaping from under the hood. I got out of the car and popped the hood. It was clear that the radiator needed more water if I was going to make it home. I leaned over the engine and checked it out.

"Had your air conditioner on, huh?" Came from the walkway I had landed in front of.

I jumped out from under the hood. After a couple of years of wondering whether I could pull it off as a woman, I was now going to get my chance. Only I knew it was hopeless. I had a man's voice and a fairly low cut dress that showed off quite the Adam's apple. I had been busted and it was going to be pretty embarrassing. The well built black man had come out of his house. He was wearing a tee shirt and what looked like a pair of bicycle shorts. 

He had long dreadlocks, which hung down his back. He was standing there in his bare feet checking out my legs. I knew as soon as I spoke no amount of darkness would protect me and he would know I was a man.

"You need some water?" He asked in a funny accent I couldn't quite place.

"Ugh yea, well I was at this costume party and ..." I thought I had come up with a half decent excuse for my outfit but he didn't bite.

"Well you're a long way from Halloween." He smiled after showing some intiial shock at hearing my voice. "Come on in. I even have some of that anti-freeze that plugs holes." He started back into his house having satisfied his curiouslty as to what had been going on in front of his house. If I wanted his help I was going to have to follow him inside. I had never seen him before and probably never would again. Besides he seemed willing to help me despite my being a transvestite so I decided to get this embarrassing situation over with as quickly as possible.

"Come on in." He repeated as he opened the front door to his house for me. I walked into the living room and the black man held out his hand. The first thing I realized was that I had never interacted with anyone dressed as a woman. I had no idea how to act or what to say. I decided to not try and be feminine with my voice. It just wasn't going to work and the cat was already out of the bag anyway. We shook hands.

My name is Jacques." By his name I finally recognized his accent as French.

"Hi I'm Dennis." I replied.

Don't you girls have a woman's name when you go out dressed up?" Jacques asked curiously.

"Well I am not really one..." I started to think of yet another explanation and then gave up.

"You look familiar." The black man stated as he looked me over. Now I really wanted to run away. This guy was going to pick me out of his past and then everyone in town was going to find out that I liked to go out dressed as a woman. I was thinkng about Tonya's reaction, my friends and quite possibly my family. I was devastated. He must have picked up my panicked reaction. "No, no I don't know you like that. I mean I think you look like someone famous or at least that I have seen somewhere. Don't worry by the way, your secret is safe with me." He finished with a comforting smile that made me feel a whole lot better. "I must think about this woman. Please do have a seat." He turned and went off to the kitchen.

I sat down on the couch and looked around the room. It seemed to be a large TV room with a more formal living room running off the side. I could tell by the size of the house and the way it was decorated that this man was successful. We looked to be about the same age but he could afford some rather expensive furnishings that I hadn't even thought of buying for my home. There were some impressive paintings on the walls and the room was framed with a dark expensive wood trim. I guessed the couch I was sitting on was custom made. It was very large and comfortable and made of a dark green chenille fabric.

"Well I remember who you look like." The black man said as he entered the room carrying two beers. "She was in a Bond movie with the one that only lasted a couple of movies. Forgive me but I am a fan of Sean Connery not the others. Although Roger Moore could make you laugh."

"I know who you mean. Thanks. I guess" I didn't want him to know that I was actually flattered. I had always thought that I dressed as a woman because I looked good doing it. Now I knew. The rush was a part of it too but there was my ego again. I knew I was better looking than the transvestites whose websites I checked out for ideas and inspiration. Jacques' compliment went a long way towards proving it. "Anyway thanks for the beer but I shouldn't."

"Well we are going to have to wait before we fix your radiator. It has to cool down." He was right. We were going to have to sit for a little while longer. I took the beer and I noticed him staring down at me and he shook his head. "You know you really are a dead ringer. You have the same hair and everything. I can't remember her charactor's name but maybe you should call yourself Carey, her real name."

He sat down next to me on the couch. While I would have been content to get this over with as quickly as possible, Jacques was bubbling with curiosity. "Who does your make up if you don't mind my asking?" Where do you shop? How long have you been dressing as a woman and what got you started?" The questions came at me a mile a minute. I could tell that Jacques was simply curious but I still had my legs crossed with my dress down as far as it would go. I could see him trying to sneak an eyeful of my legs and unfortunately for me the dress was loose but short.

"You do this often, play dress up?" Jacques asked his French accent shaping the words.

"Not really. My girlfriend doesn't know so I have to wait till she isn't around." I replied.

Jacques looked at me like I had two heads. "You mean you are not gay or at least bisexual?"

"Oh no!" I shot back suddenly nervous again. "You know most crossdressers and transvestites are heterosexual."

"I have to be honest. You wouldn't think someone who looked as good as you in a dress would want a girlfriend let alone have one. I mean. You must take so much effort and time to look this good." Jacques was truly astonished and his accent was getting heavier. "What is your girlfriend's name?"

"Tonya. She is a great girl." I replied as I pulled on my second beer and ignored what I had considered a derogatory comment.

We talked a bit longer and got into a college basketball game that was on the tube. Just a couple of guys hanging out except one was wearing a dress. I was into my fifth beer and getting pretty looped. I went to the bathroom and when I got out Jacques was standing there.

"I will be out in a minute and then we can get you on your way." He was smiling and looking at my legs again. I knew I had long muscular legs. In fact my inseam was a good 3" longer than the average guy of my height. Maybe when you put them in high heels and stockings even heterosexual men had to stare. Although the stares still unnerved me it still felt good to know he was admiring me. I went back to the TV room and sat back down on the couch. Jacques returned with a gallon jug of water and some anti-freeze. 

"Well here we are. Are you ready to hear my deal?" He asked as he stood in the archway leading to the foyer.

"What deal?" I asked.

Jacques chuckled as he sat down next to me and pulled a squirt bottle out of the waistband of his lycra shorts. He put it on the coffee table which was now littered with beer cans. "Well you want some water, some anti-freeze. I want a full body rub."

"What! Aw fuck! Jacques I told you I'm not into guys. I can't do it." I barked. If I wan't sure before, I knew now that his stares were more than just curiosity. 

"Well you are going to have to walk home in those pretty high heel pumps. It seems such a shame to ruin them." Jacques was gently caressing my crossed knee with his hand.

"You've got to be kidding me?" I pouted. I felt helpless. "Here I am dressed as a woman but as it turns out you're the faggot!"

"Hey I just got through lifting. I'm sore." He replied ignoring my dig at his sexuality. He took off his shirt exposing a thin but amazingly well developed upper body. The skin looked smooth and very dark. I stared as he twisted onto his belly and spread his legs out behind me on the couch.

"Just use some of that oil in the bottle." he said confidently as he pointed to the squirt bottle he had just brought in.

What could I do? I wasn't going to just grab the water and run. Four inch high heels tend to slow you down. I squirted some oil onto his back which was really just a series of muscular bumps and grooves. Then I pressed my fingers into the softness of his ebony skin. Jacques let out a low groan as I began to rub. I put the dreadlocks to one side of his head and rubbed his shoulders.

"That's it my dear but you need more leverage. I really want to feel you. Straddle me with those lovely legs of yours so you can really lean into me." The black man suggested. I reluctantly got up and swung my leg over him and lowered myself onto his ass. My dress slid up my body as I leaned forward. My cock also rubbed against the hardness of his buttocks as I moved. The feeling was unsettling.

I put more oil on his back. Jacques was drenched in it now. I worked the muscles hard and soon had him moaning and groaning. I wanted to get this over with but Jacques simply told me to move lower and to peel his shorts off.

"I'm not putting my hands on your ass!" I exclaimed.

"I said full body rub remember?" he retorted.

"Oh shit" I muttered. I was really in it now. I hesitated but Jacques started whining about not having enough water so I peeled the tops of the stretchy shorts down over his ass. Jacques pushed his ass up in the air and helped with the front part of the shorts and then plunged back down onto the couch. He was naked now and I was still straddling him. I noticed that some of the oil had stained my stockings and I was worried about the dress.

"Hey this oil is getting on my dress." I complained.

"Well then why don't you take it off?" Jacques responded.

"No way." I almost hollared back at him.

"Hey Bond girl, I am just laying here facing the other way." Jacques replied quietly trying to calm me down.

I thought about it and then lifted the dress over my head. I resumed rubbing his lower back and dribbled some oil on his ass. I put my hands on what were basically two large balls of muscle. Jacques didn't have any hair on his body and I noticed how soft and smooth his skin felt. I quickly slid down to the backs of his thighs. They were just as muscular as his buttocks. As I worked the crease where his legs became his ass Jacques spread his legs and his scrotum spilled out in front of me. It was large and his balls hung loosely in it. I also noticed that the round hardness from which the scrotum hung was basically the butt of his dick. It was thick and impressive. I got away from it by moving down to his calves. It really didn't matter though. I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

"There all done." I said but Jacques rolled over and looked up at me.

"You know you are a natural at this sort of thing." He smiled.

"At what?" I nervously replied.

"At being a woman. You act like one and you most cetainly look like one. You know all those men you say dress like women but are heterosexual?" Jacques asked and I nodded down at him. "They just haven't tried it with a man yet. No one who looks this sexy is going to just drive around in a car and be satisfied. Somewhere deep inside you are longing to feel a man." He was right actually. I was getting more and more turned on being with Jacques and I was like any other stuck up girl. I just needed a good fucking. I had satisfied my heterosexual side by playing hard to get but a new side had come out tonight. Why had I ultimately agreed to progress at each juncture taking off my dress, massaging Jacques' ass and actually agreeing to give him a massage in the first place? This side of me that had been hidden ever since I had been dressing as a woman wanted to explore the feeling of being with another man and more desperately to feel like a woman sexually.

"Big isn't it?" I heard Jacques say through my trance.

I looked down and saw that he was gently stroking his enormous erection. The biggest Goddamn erection I had ever seen. It arched up like a veiny tree stump and curved down to the large flared head that dug into Jacque's belly just above his navel. I didn't know what to do. He was just lying there staring up at me. The black man knew he almost had me. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked back down at him.

"Go ahead and touch it." The black man urged like a pusher selling his drug.

"I can't." I replied. Although I knew already that I was going to do it. My hands were resting on his upper thighs, too close for comfort.

"Carey my dear, look at you. You are wearing a bra, panties, a garter belt and stockings and some seriously sexy shoes. You know what? You look better doing it than most women. Someone with a body and a face like yours doesn't dress this way to stay a virgin. You've been looking for this for a long time. Go ahead give in. There's no one here but the two of us. This is your chance to really be a woman." Jacques was pouring it on and he had his hands all over my legs caressing up and down my thighs. And he certainly knew what I was thinking. He reached down and took one of my hands and placed it on his manhood. The first thing I noticed as I touched the underside of the prong was it's hardness. It felt like a bone. I gently ran my fingers along the shaft.

"How long is it?" I asked.

"Just a bit over 10 inches." Jacques said with a satisfied smile. I continued to touch it all over and it was having an effect on Jacques.

"Have you some ideas on what you want to do with that 10 inches?" Jacques inquired.

"I wouldn't mind watching you sink it between my girlfriend's thighs." I replied. I was so far gone I was giving up Tonya to Jacques.

He grinned. "We can arrange that later on and it will be my pleasure, but right now it's just us. Why don't you suck on it for me?"

I had no inhibitions left. I leaned forward and grabbed the large ebony prong at the base. It barely bent upwards it was so turgid with blood. I hovered over it for a bit and took in the musky smell. Then I opened my mouth wide and slid it down my throat. I immediately started to gag as he touched the back of my throat. I had no idea how to suck another man's dick and it showed.




Epiphany



"Easy baby easy." Jacques said softly as he looked down at me. "Just take the head. Relax baby. Oh God yea that's it... so nice." He cooed as I sucked the head back into my mouth. I used my fingers on the length of the shaft and his scrotum. I felt that his balls had started to rise up into the sack. I knew then that I was really exciting him.

I was more relaxed and really getting into sucking Jacque's dick. I was able to get more and more of the thick shaft down my throat with each gulp. Jacques was urging me on between grunts and groans. I thought about how Tonya had joked about the big cocks in a porno movie we had watched, calling them donkey dicks. I knew they had excited her. How jealous would she be watching me suck off this big black hog of a penis.

I felt Jacque's hand in my hair as I bobbed my head up and down. He was controlling my movement. Suddenly what I was wearing became a part of what I was doing. The pumps, the stockings, my make up and the lipstick that was gliding over the black man's manhood made me feel so feminine and I knew I looked it. I was absolutely busting out of my sheer blue panties. I reached down and stroked it. The hardness was the only remnant of masculinity left in me.

That's why I didn't protest what came next. Jacques lifted my head out of his crotch. His dick glistened with my saliva. He stood and began pouring some of the oil onto his manhood. I could have called a halt to it. Said fuck it. I'll walk home you fucking queer Negro get another bottom bitch. Yet I just watched him as he continued to smooth the oil along the length of his erection. The black seemed to glow like some hard metal. He walked behind me and got on the couch. My knees were tucked underneath me and my ass was in the air. Hell I wanted it why not make it easy for him.

I felt his finger first. It pressed against me and then it slid inside. 

"Oh God!" I gasped as all the air rushed from my lungs. I squirmed underneath his hand as he wiggled around inside me. It hurt like hell at first and my erection went limp.

"Relax baby just relax. You know you want it. Just let me loosen you up." Jacques cooed as he rubbed my back with his free hand and continued to probe me with his other. I grabbed the arm of the couch and groaned. He was right. I so wanted to experience being fucked like a woman but I was scared. If it hurt like this with a finger what would it feel like with an 11" black cock up my backside. Jacques was pumping his finger in and out with ease now and my cock had inflated again.

"You ready?" He whispered into my ear as I felt his hands on my hips.

"MMMMM do it to me." I purred trying to hide my apprehensiveness. I smiled back up at the black man as he climbed on top of me and began working his way inside me. It was a blunt pain at first as the bulbous head cleaved its way past my sphincter. I spread my legs some more to accommodate him but it still felt like a freight train was riding up my ass. I was moaning loudly and tears were streaming down my face but Jacques was relentless. All at once I felt a rush of flesh. My sphincter surrendered and Jacques was balls deep into my rectum. He rested his torso on my back and reached around and gently tweaked my nipples and began kissing my neck and ear. He was doing his best to relax me and keep me sexually excited. At first his caresses did little as the pain was incredible.

"Oh fuck Jacques! It's so big! It's too big!" I howled. I felt like I had to pee real bad and more importantly I thought I might get hurt taking this much cock up my ass. Yet the wiry black man had me and he knew it. There was no turning back. He was going to fuck me and there wasn't a damn thing I was going to do about it.

"How does it feel my sweet?" I heard in my ear.

"Christ! Like I'm on a shish ke-bab! How do you think?" I squealed.

"Relax baby" He whispered for the millionth time. "and you shall enjoy. Just move your hips back and forth." I did as I was told and I could feel his dick slithering in and out of me. "Oh God yes baby that's it Now you're doing it. We're dancing together now." Jacques stuttered out in an ecstatic tone.

He began to fuck me, wrapping his arms around me and undulating his hips up and down. I clung to the couch and just took it as Jacques gave it to me harder and harder. I could hear the wet sticky noise of his balls slapping against mine. It was so intense, so much more exciting than any sexual experience I had ever had with a woman. I didn't care how taboo this was in fact it only turned me on more. Meanwhile Jacques kept up his unrelenting assault on my ass. I had relaxed completely and he had me singing like a choir girl. There was very little pain now, just a slick wetness between his dick and my rectum.

We were both dripping with sweat. I could feel Jacques' warm moisture draining off his body and onto my back. His hands seemed to be everywhere caressing every part of my body all at once. Although I had never been with a man before I knew that this black stud had superior sexual prowess and he was in total control. He pulled me up into a kneeling position and then rolled me back on top of him. I was sitting on Jacque's lap with his thick black dick still buried 11" up my ass. I looked down at my legs. The stockings were soaked with sweat and oil and the high heels turned my leg muscles just right. My chest had turned a crimson red. I realized that this was a close as I would ever come to being a woman.

I was grinding my ass into my lover's pubic hairs and he was jerking my cock. I had leaned back and we were kissing when it happened. A surge of pleasure rushed through my loins and up through my cock. It spewed out of me as a big thick load of semen. It went everywhere, stream after stream of hot cum. Later Jacques told me he saw one of the cumshots gush a couple of feet in the air only to splatter on one of my stockings.

Now Jacques pushed my buttocks a bit higher so I was squatting over him. He proceeded to thrust up into me at a brutal pace. There was more pain but I just took it. It was worth it just to give so much pleasure to the black stud beneath me. All at once he grabbed my hips and pulled me back down totally impaling me on him. I let out a high pitched sigh and I felt Jacques shaking beneath me. His moans joined my cries as he came inside me.

I fell back onto the black man's heaving body. He hugged me and I turned and kissed him. I was already hard again as we lay together on the couch. I ended up spending the night in Jacques' bed. We made love twice more during the night and I was in heaven. As I lay there with Jacques' arms around me I knew things had changed for me. I had discovered a new and wonderful part of me. Getting turned on driving around town would no longer satisfy my feminine side. Experiencing a man sexually had become the ultimate turn on. And this wouldn't be the last time I tried it. 



Epiphany and Exploration



For some reason, I've always been prude when it comes to porn...

Don't get me wrong, I've seen it before. I grew up with boys and had more boy-friends than girl-friends throughout junior high and high school. I remember going over to my neighbor's house on several occasions and walking in on my guy friends watching porn together and teasing them for "taking notes" on what they watched. 

Once I was in my first serious relationship, it was with a guy who loved to watch porn. Sometimes we watched it together, but often he watched by himself. I started feeling like I was less and less attractive, and my insecurity only made things worse. Over time, my attitude toward porn changed from seeing it as something exciting, to seeing it as something bad.

It wasn't until I got married to the man I loved so deeply that I would overcome that attitude.

Jack was on a road trip during my epiphany. He and mys were called to a family reunion out of state, and I was stuck at home because of work. A week seemed like a lifetime; it was the longest we were going to be apart in the years we had been together anyway. I promised myself I would relax and enjoy the time to myself while he was gone.

On my first night alone, I sat around the living room after work looking for something to occupy my mind while I waited for the call to hear that they arrived safely. As I picked up around our bedroom, I found the little vibrator that we used when we were too tired for long, sensual lovemaking and I just needed to release a little sexual tension. Jack always used it on me, I never used it alone. I masturbated, sure, and was pleased how good I'd gotten with my own fingers over the years. College and work and trying to be a wife kept me very busy, and since there wasn't always time for great sex, sometimes when I had a few extra minutes while I was alone, I would strip off my clothes and play with myself, always reveling in the fact that I felt less stressed after cumming.

Jack was wonderful in bed. When we had time he could make my body feel things that no other man could ever do. We weren't great at the quickies though. I loved it, of course, but usually didn't have the time or energy to work for an orgasm. My best friend, a self-proclaimed sex therapist always told me, "Kara, you have to take the time for the sex in your life or you'll explode!' I tried to listen, but stress and fatigue usually dominated my life. 

Enter: "Kara's Special Friend." Jack had bought it for me several months back for the times when I had trouble clearing my head for an orgasm. Sometimes I felt "broken" because I couldn't get my head in the right place. Still, he knew how to put the little vibrator to good use, and seemed to like making me feel good. 

Sometimes I felt that he wasn't getting what he needed. I wondered if he was acting like he wasn't upset about our erratic sex life, but actually felt like he wasn't getting what he needed. I suspected in the past that he was looking at porn to get off, and it bothered me for reasons I never understood. I even tried watching some myself to see what the big deal was, and couldn't imagine it being a substitute for the real thing. Still, I wanted to be the one to make my man feel good whenever he needed to. I always planned on being the submissive wife who would please the man she loved and be at his sexual beck and call. We just weren't good at making the time for it, I guess.

With a smile and a patient laugh, Jack would say that he had everything he needed. "I don't really dig porn, Kara. I like the real thing. You're my girl and I can wait til we have time together."

Being a typical girl, I didn't believe it. But, there was light at the end of the tunnel. School and work seemed to be calming down a little bit, and I decided to make things change in our sex life. I just needed some ideas on how to do that.  

I had read that the best way to find out what you like and what you need from your partner is to explore your body. I had done that before, but wondered if I could do something different. Now, glancing at the little blue sex toy on Jack's nightstand, I sat down on the bed and started to think. "Will that thing be as much fun if I use it on myself?" There was only one way to find out. 

I picked up the toy and explored it a little with my fingertips. The little pointed end was covered in little nubs. I turned it on, and giggled at how powerful it was for such a small, discreet piece of plastic and rubber. Jack had just replaced the batteries too. I laid back on the bed, placing the little thing at my side and tried to relax. I had on some yoga pants and a tank top for just lounging around the house. I pulled the tank top up to where it was barely covering my nipples. I caressed the skin on my stomach and the bottom half of my breasts. I thought about how Jack said they were his favorite part of me, and how perfect they were. I slid my hands down my belly and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my pants and the top of my thong, and worked them down over my hips. I wiggled against the sheets to get all the way out, and pulled my tank top over my head. I rolled over onto my side and reached for the vibrator.

My nipples were very hard at that point. I licked my finger and rubbed them a little bit. I thought of Jack's tongue and teeth playing with them instead. I turned onto my back once again and twisted the bottom of my "special friend" to turn it on and really get things started.

But, it didn't work.

I sat up and shook it and tapped it against the nightstand a few times. Nothing. 

"Well," I thought. "Maybe later." I was disappointed, but didn't bother finishing up with my fingers like I was used to. Maybe I would find another way. I wandered through the house and into the kitchen for a drink, not bothering to put my clothes back on. An unopened bottle of pinot grigio had been calling my name since the semester had started, but I hadn't found the time to drink it. I poured a glass and checked the phone, but no call from Jack, so I wandered to the couch where my laptop was sitting, and stretched out on my stomach to check my email. 

I felt very free, relaxing naked by myself in my living room. The microfiber material of the couch felt nice against my bare skin, and I wiggled against it to get more comfortable. Before I had gone back to school, Jack bent me over that couch to fuck me on many occasions, and it always felt so hot and naughty. It's not like we were doing it in public or something really daring, but since it wasn't our bedroom, it was just unconventional enough to be exciting for us.

After going through the very uneventful junk email, I started going through my favorites to clean them out. (I know...at home alone, naked, with a bottle of wine to myself and I was clearing out my bookmark folder on the computer.) I found bookmarks from back when I had been shopping around for wedding and honeymoon stuff, and laughed when I saw what was bookmarked. I never bought most of it since I didn't want to be embarrassed in front of the airport security people on the way to my honeymoon if they decided to search our bags or something. I clicked on the link for the website of the local sex shop. Why not replace the damn vibrator that broke tonight? As I browsed the pages a banner popped up for on-demand adult movies. I ignored it at first, then stopped and stared at it. What if there was something about porn that I was missing? I decided to be daring and see how it worked. There were more categories of porn on that site than I ever knew existed, and some that kind of sounded, well, interesting. I searched through the instructional ones, noting one on oral sex that I thought might be fun to see if I could surprise Jack when he got back from the trip. He liked when I went down on him, but I wondered sometimes if I could do it better. Maybe not all porn is useless and stupid, I thought. 

Further down below the oral sex title was one about masturbating with sex toys. This piqued my interest. Not that I have one to use at the moment. I eyed my purse that was conveniently sitting on the coffee table and dragged it over to dig my credit card out. What the hell? Maybe I'll learn something.

In a few minutes I was sitting upright on the couch, the laptop set on the table with the movie starting to play. I finished off my second glass of wine and sat intently waiting to be amazed. A very attractive woman came on the screen, with some cheesy music playing in the background. She smiled and said, "Sometimes, ladies, it's good to just be alone and make yourself feel sexy. A glass of wine and some candles make for a wonderful evening at home alone...and of course, it can be even more fun if you have a little something extra to play with." She winked and lifted up a dildo in one hand, and a little vibrator in the other. The camera zoomed out to reveal her bare shoulders followed by bare breast and the most cleanly shaved pussy I had ever seen. I think my mouth dropped open and I stared at it, wondering if mine looked that pretty after I shaved.

The woman lay on her side and began talking about how to feel good and relaxed. "Touch your body in the most sensitive places. If you like, imagine your partner is doing it to you. Your fun time can be anything you want it to be." She explained the different kinds of toys that one could introduce into her masturbating repertoire and slid her hands all over her body. I lay on my side on the couch and began to do the same. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate and really feel my fingertips on my body. I was running them lightly over my nipples, which were getting harder and harder at that point. So much for just watching it to learn. 

"Cucumbers, too..." I opened my eyes and looked at the laptop screen. Cucumbers? "That's right," she said. "Cucumbers can be very good toys if you find yourself without one."

I sat up and paused the video stream. I actually happened to have cucumbers in the fridge. Kara, you're not seriously going to stick a vegetable in your pussy now just because an adult film starlet says to? Yes, yes I was. I got up and marched to the fridge to get it, returned to the couch, pushed play, and sat back. I warmed the phallic cold vegetable between my thighs while I waited for further instruction, defying the part of me that thought I was crazy.

As the video went on the woman on the screen began talking about getting yourself ready by playing with your pussy. I spread my legs and ran my fingers through my neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, just as she did. She licked her middle and index fingers, and I did too. She cocked her head to the side, then I did, and she began to run her moist fingers up and down her slit, and I did that too. I was mesmerized by this woman who was so comfortable touching herself, enjoying herself, for the world to see.

She picked up the dildo and ran it up and down her slit, tilting her head back and starting to moan lightly. I looked at my cucumber for a moment, wondering if I would just feel silly playing with it. It wasn't even the biggest cucumber I'd ever seen anyway. But when I saw her rubbing the fake cock over and over her pussy, I began to copy her. Before I knew it I, my pretend dildo was covered in my juices, and I too was leaning back and starting to moan. The woman in the video had the dildo poised with the head about to enter her pink wet pussy. I took the smaller end of the cucumber and started to push it into my pussy, little by little, and I slid down the cushions of the couch so I was on my back, legs spread wide, hands gripping the pretend dildo, and ready to play. I don't even remember much of the rest of the video, except that I was moaning along with the woman as I worked deeper and deeper into my pussy, feeling it stretch wider and wider and swallowing the cucumber whole. I pushed in and pulled out and pushed until I couldn't get it any deeper. I took my hands away and let my pussy grip it and hold it in, and reveled in the full feeling in my pussy.

My fingers began working at my clit, and my breathing began to quicken. I rubbed and rubbed the little nub, glancing at the computer where the woman had turned around, kneeling and bent over on the ground and she pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy. I positioned myself on the couch to mimic her, but dangled one leg over the arm of the couch, cucumber resting on it so I could slide up and down like I was riding a cock. I grabbed at my nipple with my left hand as I rubbed my swollen and expectant clit with my right, and moaned along with the video. I thrust down onto my "toy" as far as I could go, leaned back a little and continued to rub my clit in circles. The wave of an orgasm began to creep over me, and I wiggled around again on my veggie dildo, gripping onto it and shaking as I came. I didn't hold back my moaning, not caring that our neighbors could probably hear me. I shuddered with pleasure, collapsing on the couch and closing my eyes. 

I didn't even bother to take my "toy" out of my pussy; in fact, I rolled on to my side, putting my knees together and holding it in. The video had stopped and the screen saver came on. I smiled with pleasure, thinking that perhaps I would make a trip to the sex shop in town to replace the old toy with a new one for when Jack came home. Perhaps I would look into that oral sex video on the website. I might even try another of the non-instructional videos with my new toy...Maybe this "porn thing" wasn't as bad as I thought...

I remained on the couch for a little longer, pretend dildo still in my pussy, until my cell phone rang. I lazily answered it.

"Hi honey," Jack said. "We just stopped for the night at some hotel in the middle of nowhere. I miss you. What have you been up to?" 

"Oh, not much. Did some stuff around the house." I yawned and rolled over on my belly, feeling the cucumber get pushed more deeply inside me again. "I'll show you everything I did when you come home next week."

Until then, I'm going to have some more fun on my own...



Epiphany Ch. 01



"These ivy covered walls feel like they're closing in a little more every week," Allison Murphy found herself thinking each Tuesday she made her scheduled trip to the small, rustic New England Catholic school campus where she'd been contracted to apply her trade as a psychiatrist and youth counselor.

"It doesn't help that everyone here is half your age either," Allison chided herself, knowing that at the ripe old age of 41, most of the students she passed on the way to the classroom she used for her sessions were not even born yet when she was in college.

"But it does all seem like yesterday somehow," she continued to ruminate. "And to think about all the water under the bridge since then. An 18 year marriage, two kids, an abandoned career, a divorce, middle age gets here before you can breathe."

"God I wish I could tell all these kids to be a little more selfish with their time once they get out of here and on with their lives," Allison would think each time she pass a bright eyed and optimistic face in the hallway. "They don't have a clue what's waiting for them out there."

The light, inner reminiscing Allison always did during her trip across campus to her makeshift 3rd floor office in McCullough Hall each Tuesday always seemed to come to a grinding halt however once she arrived and opened her shop for business. Then things inevitably began to get very heavy.

Even though she had finished her degree and kept up her license to practice while married, Allison mainly worked part time after her children were born, basically running her counseling services by referrals and word of mouth. It wasn't until her and her husband split about a year earlier that Allison was able to commit herself fully to trying to get her career off the ground.

The timing of Allison's life change happened to coincide with the fallout of the Catholic church's sexual abuse scandal and that, in a macabre but fortuitous way, enabled her to land her first major run of steady and well paying work.

The school that had offered Allison the counseling contract had discovered that several of the students currently enrolled had one in way or the other been victimized by those horrible abuses of power years earlier and wanted someone on staff to help those young men have a consistent and confidential place to deal with their trauma.

Selfishly, it was a huge opportunity for Allison to build her resume and the ample monthly check that came with it could help a struggling divorcee with two teenage kids as well. A practicing Catholic herself, Allison also saw it as a small way to salvage her faith's besmerched image by helping the unfortunate souls that had been victimized and showing them someone truly did care.

On a personal level, the new job also served as a indispensable conduit for Allison to get her self esteem back in one piece after having it ripped apart by a long failing marriage and the nearly year long divorce that ended it. Without a Husband, and with both her boys away at a private school in Maine, Allison could focus solely on making her career work.

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While all of Allison's intentions had been good, the sessions themselves had proved to be an emotional and painfully draining grind. With two children of her own, both boys not much younger than the college students she was counseling, it was a chore for Allison to apply her professional detachment and clinical understanding to what the boys described rather than allowing her anger and parental protectiveness to kick in.

Adept and trained at understanding the peculiar workings of the human mind, deep down Allison also knew she was submerging much of her own dysfunction into helping mediate the troubles of others, but often she questioned if she had bitten off more than she could chew with the abuse cases.

As any sane person would in her chosen field, Allison had made a promise to herself never to bring her work home with her, but as the Tuesday sessions at the school continued, she found herself more and more trying to make sense of what she was hearing late into the evenings.

"Price you pay for having so much drama in your life for the last few years... when there was a drama free vacuum there after the divorce Allison... naturally you found something to fill it," she would rationalize. 

"Besides... each of those boys' stories sound so much the same... it's horrifying... you need to spend the extra time away from the meetings to try and keep their situations separate and special to try and find some common thread to help them out of the darkness."

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Allison would have freely admitted to being somewhat geeky and a bookworm in school. Her plain features and boxey figure present from the onset of puberty, she always knew she'd have to count on her brains more than her looks. Never one to slave to be part of a social circle, Allison made it a pastime to continually look inside herself, and others, to find the motivations behind human behavior and her pursuit of Psychology as a career grew out of that. If you can't join them, so to speak, at least understand them and maybe beat them.

Not that she was single again, all those same insecurities of her teenage years that Allison thought she had conquered, had risen from ashes. Those feelings were only heightened by having to put herself back on that college campus. Even though she was on the backside of 40 and was a trained and well compensated professional, the same queasy bitterness Allison felt towards the popular and good looking 'in' crowd when she was in school came back in a cold, dull rush. 

Through some strange quirk of fate however, some of the rich, preppy pretty boys she was now in charge of counseling, ones who would not have given her a second look when she was in school, were now laying themselves down on her couch and spilling out the most acidic secrets humanly possible from their souls and Allison fought mightily to keep from taking any joy in that. Yet in those private moments of justification, there was still a vague but persistent need gnawing at her, a hunger left over from adolescence for appreciation, attention and self worth.

A need that had been bubbling beneath the surface like a long dormant volcano, one that with all her training as a psychiatrist she would have easily diagnosed if it were a patient, but like a moth to an ever-intensifying flame, Allison found herself being drawn to it even as she approached the crossroads of middle age.

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Allison's new business, for the most part, was running smoothly. Her Monday sessions she had allotted time to counsel women who were going through divorce and other major life hits as sort of a cathartic kinship for herself.

Wednesday through Friday, Allison mainly served a walk-in crowd at her small, rented downtown office and most of those cases were easy money walks in the park compared to what she had to deal with during her Tuesdays at the college.

Six nights a week, Allison's usually fell asleep within a minute or two of her head hitting the pillow. On Tuesday nights however, she often found herself lying awake, talking to herself until well after midnight. There in the silent calm of her bedroom, Allison was forced to accept the fact that she was sleeping alone after having a body next to her for almost two decades. All she could seem to replace those feelings of loss and inadequacy with however was replaying the drama of her work day, the one area of her life where Allison still derived some vindication and worth.

The previous three Tuesdays, Allison had a boy named Darrin take part in her afternoon sessions. He was 20 and had just began his Junior year at the school. Tall and well built, albeit still somewhat gangly like a puppy still trying to grow into his limbs, Darrin was almost 6'4" but often slouched and tried to diminish his presence in a room, a trait Allison had come to recognize in many of the boys who had been through similar situations.

Like most of the other young men that came through Allison's door at the school, although they seemed like normal healthy, college students on the surface, once they full opened up to her, it felt as if they had become nothing more than fragile eggs in her hands. And Darrin was no different.

He had held the secret of his abuse to himself for almost 8 years until he saw the flier Allison Murphy had stapled to a school kiosk about her anonymous Tuesday meetings. It had taken Darrin about two sessions to feel comfortable enough drawing out all his demons, especially to a woman, but once he did, Allison felt he had made a crucial step in facing up to his past.

After a few sessions, Allison was relatively certain Darrin had already come a long way in dealing with his own abuse. While he did still harbor some untapped and justified anger towards the priest that had originally abused him, Darrin's main stumbling block was the guilt and self hatred he felt over helping the priest, through fear, embarrassment and his own weakness, recruit other boys from the church into the ring of shameful filth. As much vengeance as Darrin wanted to hold over the man of God that had violated the ultimate trust, Darrin was forced to channel much of the weight of those horrible years onto his own conscience for his secondary role.

Darrin had also made several offhand comments during his sit-down visits about a kid named Tony, who was about two years younger, that was one of the young men Darrin had unfortunately been pressured by his priest into the lecherous void. One of the things that Darrin felt had triggered the re-emergence of all his past misgivings was that he thought he saw that same young man on campus one day early in the semester, walking to class.

Racking her brain there in bed, in the early morning darkness, Allison recalled a session her first week at the school with a Freshman named Tony who had a hauntingly similar story to tell that Darrin did. Laying there in cold sweat, Allison became fixated wondering if the two parallel stories were actually two perspectives of the same one.

Looking over at the alarm clock beside the bed, Allison finally snapped herself back to reality.

"2 am," she cringed. "You've got to get some sleep... besides... Tony hasn't been back since that first week... it's not like you can go through campus trying to track him down... he has to feel enough of a need to come back to you."

Still, the images of Darrin's story and Tony's continued to play simultaneously in her tired and fractured mind until they merged into one grainy but startling moving picture.

"There's only one thing you can do Allison to help you relax and doze off," her base inner workings warned. 

It was the same thing she had done as a sexually unfulfilled teenager and a frustrated wife. It was also the only outlet she had now that she was single again. Masturbate, not necessarily for the sexual release but for the stream of calming, sleep inducing endorphins that came with it.

"SSHHHH... YEESSSS," Allison's voice whistled from her throat as she turned her body to the side and wedged the edge of her hand between her thighs until it sliced through the welcoming fissure of her cunt.

Her genitals responding instantly to her long and well practiced advances, low muffled groans burped from Allison's mouth as she began to grind and hump her crotch against her sawing right hand.

Cupping and squeezing her left hand around each of her sagging and heavy breasts, Allison's body began to tremble under the covers as the slick and sloppy sounds of her selfish act resonated through the room.

Her eyes clenched tightly shut as her body went through its well scripted paces, Allison's mind filled with dozens of random images. All the stress she was feeling from work, the tattered remnants of her personal life, every perceived slight she felt from her 41 years of life all seemed to gel behind Allison's mind's eye until the tea kettle burst.

"AAAHHHHH... AAAHHHHHHHHHH... YYEESSMMMMMMMMMMMM... AAAHHH... AAAHHHHHHHHHH... AAAHHHHH," her tortured voice ripped through the languid calm of her empty house until she had thrashed the bedsheets all the way down to her knees.

The specific images she had use to cum by still fresh in her mind as she blindly wiped the tears leaking from her eyes onto the pillow beside her head, Allison reached down and pulled the covers back up to her waist as a stream of sizzling adrenaline continued to pump through her veins.

"Now maybe I can go to sleep," she muttered, guilt now starting to slide back into her conscience as she chastized herself for the content of the complicated and confusing fantasy she had used to frig herself off.

Within two minutes, sleep had overtaken Allison, even as the aftershocks of her orgasm, and the implications of the images she had used to bring it about, continued to ferment through her fibers. 

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A full week passed before Allison's next Tuesday session at the school. She had four appointments scheduled for the day but the first two never showed. Not unusual, Allison had discovered, considering both were first time visitors and that was always the toughest step to make.

Darrin was her third scheduled visit that day and when he didn't show on time, a cold stab of uncertainty sliced through Allison's soul.

"He's been here on time... even early for each of his other visits... I hope I haven't done or said anything to... ," Allison openly wondered, feeling the weight of her own inner guilt and shame press down on her chest for all the late night hand wringing about the 20-year-old's case.

Occupying her hands by shuffling through the accumulated notes on her desk, only occasionally stealing a glance at her watch to keep track of the time, Allison had lost herself in a mild hypnotic state when Darrin finally leaned his head through the door.

"OOHHHH," Allison yelped in real shock, causing an equally startled Darrin to recoil slightly.

"I... I didn't mean to scare you Ms. Murphy... I'm sorry for being late... my car needed a jump and then I had to fight for a parking place," Darrin stammered apologetically, his discomfort in disappointing an authority figure again clear in his reaction to being late.

"No... No... don't worry about it... the school pays me whether anyone shows up or not?" Allison laughed in jest, trying to put the visibly shaken student at ease.

"Come on in Darrin... close the door... sit down and try to get your breath... I've got another session scheduled after yours... but we do have a few minutes if you want to try and go through with it... we could put it off though until next week if you don't feel up to it?"

"No... I'm here... so let's give it a go... this has been a really hard week... I really need to get a few things out into the open," Darrin said hesitantly as Allison retreated to her chair at the head of the sofa.

Safely back in the clinical perch of her role as a counselor, Allison tried to sit calmly and listen to Darrin. Her legs crossed and a yellow legal pad resting squarely on top of her gray skirt, Allison scribbled down the occasional note as Darrin opened up.

Behind her outward professional facade however, Allison's primitive core continued to work.

"He just seems so vulnerable... just the way he walked into the room after being 15 minutes late looking like he was so afraid he'd let you down... he just takes things so hard when he disappoints someone he trusts," the motherly constitution inside of Allison admired until a three word question seeped from Darrin's mouth, causing everything in the room to go silent.

With one ear, Allison had been listening to Darrin ramble about what he did over the weekend. Normal college stuff like going out drinking with a couple of friends, trying to meet a few girls and his failings in that department. Distracted by the thoughts in her own head, Allison didn't appreciate the full gravity of what Darrin was beating around the bush about until he asked the same question again.

"Am I gay?" he croaked a second time.

For the moment, Allison was speechless. She knew it was an issue that many young men in Darrin's boat eventually had to face. With the abuse occurring at such a sensitive time in his life, just as he was tripping through puberty, and having it done to him by such a trusted older male role model and father figure, Allison knew the confusion that bred from that event would probably stay with Darrin for the rest of his life. And a major facet of that confusion would be questioning his own sexuality.

Some boys became ultra-promiscuous with women as they grew up, in essence trying to prove to themselves over and over that they were straight. Others, while heterosexual, were deftly afraid of women and the rejection that might occur. And then there were those that did find comfort in the arms of other men. Allison had made the determination that Darrin was somewhere between the latter two groups.

"That question Darrin is a personal choice you will have to make as you get older... but just from my past experiences and a wealth of data from the field... what you're going through and questioning is not unusual... but the answer will eventually have to be yours," Allison soothed with articulate softness.

Still, the weight of Darrin's question continued to hang in the air as the session played out and Allison found herself exerting more energy trying to keep from drowning in her own guilt for the illicit fantasies she had used centering around Darrin's case to help her fall asleep, rather than using her skill and training to help the young man work through his problem.

Guilt oozing out of her pores as Darrin continued to empty his soul, Allison shifted repeatedly in her seat, for the first time in her career anxiously checking her watch, praying for a session to end.

Nodding her head and doing her damndest to outwardly reassure Darrin she was all there as he spoke, Allison couldn't help but shiver from the cold daggers of ice that seemed to tumble through her bloodstream each time her patient mentioned something about his past.

"Oh... God," the distracted shrink muttered under her breath when she noticed her sweaty palms sticking to the legal pad in her lap.

Thankfully seated somewhat behind Darrin as he reclined on the couch, Allison was sure he couldn't see her as she fought to find a comfortable spot in her chair.

"You're palms not the only thing that's getting wet," a macabre inner voice foretold, causing her to instantly flinch when she felt a thin liquid sheen basting her crotch as she tried to maintain focus with the troubled young man.

With every word that came out of Darrin's mouth however, it was like an extra splash of butane on her arousal.

"Bet your damn nipples are probably poking through too," Allison dazedly worried as the images of Tony and Darrin's bodies intertwined themselves deeper into her mind.

"Thank God I wore a heavy sweater this morning," she muttered to herself when she peeked down to make sure her chest wasn't dotted with the most visible signs of her state of mind.

"Ah... Darrin... I was just checking my watch, " Allison's voice rose from out of nowhere, stopping her startled patient in mid sentence.

"My next student is due in here in about 15 minutes... we can definitely pick this up again next week... I'm sorry we're so pressed for time... how about if I block off an extra half hour for you next Tuesday... would that be OK?" Allison offered in a rushed tone, fumbling to maintain her professionalism as her guilt nipped at her heels, knowing her next student was supposed to arrive for another 45 minutes.

"I'll need at least that long to get my focus back on the task at hand," she rationalized as she raised herself out of her seat to walk a visibly shaken Darrin to the door.




Epiphany Ch. 01



Introduction

It has been nearly 2600 years since the Science Institute discovered a genetic mutation which was reoccurring at an unnatural rate. Genetic mutations are one in a million deviations of the normal genetic code of life. Most are one of a kind and unnoticeable, others result in dangerous defects within the organism they occur, but some are much more profound. Changes over millions of years due to genetic deviation are the natural cycle of evolution. But this mutation is repeating much too frequently to be considered natural.

The Singula have managed reproduction with genetic engineering for over four millennia in order to ensure healthy, productive, and socially accepted additions to the community. Through the Collection Ceremony, genetic material was drawn from the parents and skill strands were incorporated into the sample based on what professions the parents wished the child to be qualified to pursue. Markers for hair color and type, facial features, and physical attributes, such as size and build, were then combined with the selected skill strands into a fertilized ovum. The Collection Ceremony climaxes with the Planting of the fertilized ovum into the mother.

During Collection Ceremonies it was discovered the marker for gender selection had mutated in one out of every 4761 individuals. Only the marker which produced a female birth was present. This, over time, will result in the slow extinction of a species. The investigations which followed would later determine that this was much more than a random mutation, but an engineered virus designed to wage war on a people from across the galaxy. The Science Institute assigned many different names to the anomaly, but over the centuries, the slang reference "Arch-Virus" has become the accepted name.

Advancements in genetic engineering have provided a relative carefree existence for the last 1200 years. Diseases have been rendered ineffective due to the development of disease resistant immune systems and cloning techniques have extended life spans to over 200 years, all a benefit from the research surrounding the Arch-Virus. Early hypotheses sought to blame the Arch-Virus on hundreds of years of genetic engineering, but this would eventually pass. Even though quarantine efforts were made to contain the Arch-Virus, the frequency of male births slowed until the last was born six generations ago. The same genetic engineering that was first blamed for causing the Arch-Virus eventually saved the Singula from extinction by providing a means of reproduction in the absence of man.

Space exploration found worlds devoid of humanoid life with evidence it once flourished upon them. Dozens of planets, once full of diverse cultures, spot the galaxy as reminders of forgotten civilizations. Analyzing fossilized remains from each world finds traces of the Arch-Virus. The Space Surveillance and Exploration Consortium (SSEC) have been plotting the origins of the Arch-Virus. The trail of destruction can be tracked through the Singulus System, passing through the two closest systems. Presumably one before and one after since the Singulus System lies between them, but it is unclear which system was affected first. A thirty-one week journey takes you to the Pantylus System which was once the home to a fierce warrior race. Scientists' best guess is the populations of the Pantylus System went extinct over 10,000 years ago. In the other direction, the Topelius Sector is a twelve week space flight. Topelius 2 was found with only primitive plant life. Little evidence remains of the humanoid culture once dominant there, but it too seems to have died out over 8,000 years ago. Beyond the Topelius Sector, the route splits into two directions toward some of the densest star systems in the galaxy.

Expedition Forces of the SSEC are traveling in all three directions in search of evidence...

Chapter One

The Space Surveillance and Exploration Consortium (SSEC) command and control center, located in the Aphrodys Region, houses the key officials charged with unlocking the origins of the Arch-Virus. Executive Tianna Assmay is the SSEC's third headmistress since the Science Institute authorized its creation 392 years ago. The Consortium is a collection of privately operated Intelligence, Manufacturing, and Research firms utilizing their resources to develop technologies vital to the investigation into the origin of the Arch-Virus. Although a private entity, the SSEC is tightly controlled by the Oversight Council...

Senior Administrative Aid, Labria Delatha, softly knocks on the door leading to Executive Tianna's private bath chamber. Nervously waiting for Tianna's response, she debates whether to open the door or wait for her to acknowledge the knock. This is the first time since she was appointed to her position two months ago she has needed to intrude on the Executive. After another moment of waiting, Labria takes a deep breath, and gently pushes the door open just enough to peek around the door. Seeing no sign of the Executive, she pushes the door the rest of the way open and slowly walks around the corner to find Tianna stepping out of the shower.

Tianna exits her large shower and takes a towel off its hook next to the shower opening. She leans forward so that her shoulder length crimson hair is only a foot or so off the ground and tightly wraps the towel around it to draw the moisture out. After just a moment, she unwraps her hair and with a quick snap stands upright flipping her hair out of her eyes. The forceful motion sends a ripple through her body causing her ample breasts to bounce and muscular ass to shake. Aware her Senior Aid is thoroughly inspecting her muscular body, she asks "Do you have a reason for interrupting my shower". Labria doesn't respond, too shocked by the vision before her. Tianna insinuates, "If I didn't know better I might think you are in here to watch me in the shower." Shocked and embarrassed, Labria tries to play down in fact; she was staring at Tianna's body. Her face has turned a light shade of pink from her embarrassment, but her rock hard nipples poking through her uniform top reveals her true feelings. Since the bath chamber is warm and steam filled, the only explanation for her erect nipples is that of arousal.

Stumbling over her words, Labria finally utters the words "Central Counselor". This draws a quick glance from Tianna, wanting to know what her Senior Aid means. Labria finds a small amount of composure, allowing her to say "Central Councilor Lilith Sapph is on the Holo-Array asking to speak with you".

Tianna, now the one searching for some composure, tells Labria to quickly get her another towel because the one she has is already soaking wet. As Labria turns around with the fresh towel, Tianna tosses the wet towel to her, simultaneously grabbing the dry one from her hands. The soaked towel hits Labria across her full chest and the moisture quickly soaks through her top turning the white micro-fiber uniform top transparent. If that wasn't bad enough, micro-fiber uniforms also shrink quite a bit when wet. Tianna watches in anticipation as the buttons on her Aid's micro-fiber uniform top pull against one another. The micro-fiber material stretches, revealing a hint of the firm orbs about to break free, and just then Labria's firm breasts explode out of her uniform. This abrupt release forces her breasts through a series of bounces. Grabbing at her chest to control the movement produces the unintentional sensation of pleasure as her still rock hard nipples roll across her fingers. Nearing a state of panic, Labria franticly asks "How am I going to address the Central Councilor? I don't have a spare uniform top and I can't wear one of yours!" Each position within the SSEC requires a different uniform color. Wearing a uniform color or type above your rank is a serious regulation violation.

Tianna hands Labria a towel and says, "Calm down. Everything will be fine. Use this towel to cover yourself and make up an excuse if the Councilor inquires about your uniform malfunction". As Labria reluctantly makes her way to her office, Tianna shouts, "Ask the Councilor if she would permit me to contact her once I have had the time to dry off and get dressed. I'm sure she will, so hurry. I need your assistance in getting ready." Labria nods and continues toward her office, keeping the towel close to her chest.

Labria activates the Holo-Array Emitter and takes her seat to address the Central Councilor. She is not receiving a signal from the Councilor's Emitter, but her control panel indicates the two Holo-Arrays are still connected. The Councilor must have turned off the Emitter while she was waiting. It isn't until this moment that she glances down and realizes Tianna has given her a hand towel and it is not large enough to completely cover her ample breasts. In the midst of her fuming, a voice interrupts her ardent thoughts and her attention jumps back to her duties. The Central Councilor's Attendant, Toriale Tribade, answers the communication with an aroused "My, My, My, I must have pleased someone important recently. I didn't realize you're 'features' where so luscious."

"Not now, Tori, I don't have time for your perversions. Where is Central Councilor Sapph? I asked her to wait while I retrieved Executive Assmay for her," Labria franticly states.

"The Councilor asked me to hold the connection until you or the Executive came back. I'll transfer your signal to her Emitter in a little bit, but I'm not letting you off the hook that easy. You owe me an explanation. I desperately need to know what happened to you're uniform top," inquires Toriale.

"I'm in a huge hurry right now, Tori, the Executive is waiting for me to return. Please, just transfer me to the Councilor. I really need to get back to Tianna," states Labria.

"OK. OK. I'll transfer you...after you drop the towel. I just have to see the rest of those scrumptious looking tits," demands Toriale.

"What! You want me to do what," questions Labria?

"I want you to lower the towel, sit up straight in your chair, cup the bottom of your tits, and gently squeeze. Squeeze your tits and run your fingers across your nipples until they get nice and hard. Oh, and close your eyes. That is what I want you to do until I tell you to stop," states Toriale.

"You want me to close my eyes, drop my towel, and fondle by breasts? Sure, and when I open my eyes you will have transferred me to the Councilor. I don't think so," replies Labria.

"You don't have much choice. I will not transfer you to the Councilor until you do what I've asked. If it makes you feel better, lock your console to keep us connected. That way the only way the Councilor could see you would be if she were watching with me, and that isn't very likely," proposes Toriale.

Labria is stunned. She just sets there with her mouth wide open. After locking the console as Toriale suggested, she looks around her office and drops her head. Looking down at her hand towel covered chest and then back up to Toriale's image displayed by the Holo-Array Emitter, she says "You better not be recording this! I've begun scrambling this signal anyway, just in case." With a frustrated sigh, she slowly lowers the hand towel into her lap. Watching, as Toriale's eyes widen, Labria scoots up in her chair and gently palms each of her massive breasts lifting them slightly. As waves of embarrassment and then excitement overtake her better judgment, she closes her eyes and begins to squeeze. She moves her fingers up and over her nipples, allowing each fingertip to apply a light flick until both nipples are rock hard. She opens her eyes and drops her hands into her lap which gives her massive chest a nice bounce. "Are you happy now," asks Labria?

Much to Labria's surprise, the image being displayed by her Holo-Array Emitter is that of Toriale fondling her own breasts. She is beyond stunned as she watches the Central Councilor's attendant unfasten the buttons of her micro-fiber uniform top and expose her own chest. Labria knows she should look away but for some reason she cannot. The earlier waves of excitement have returned but this time embarrassment is absent. Hoping to speed things along, Labria proposes, "Please, Tori, transfer me to the Central Councilor and I promise we will continue this another time."

"Not yet, you aren't playing by my rules. I didn't tell you to stop or open your eyes. Keep going until I tell you to stop this time," demands Toriale as she slides her uniform top off her shoulders.

"You better hurry; you don't want to keep Executive Assmay waiting too long. Go on, close your eyes and get to playing with your tits." 

"One last time, Tori, and you can forget my offer to continue this another time," shouts Labria! She closes her eyes and places her hands back on her breasts. Squeezing and manipulating each globe with haste she hears Toriale moan. As the moans become more sensual, Labria cannot fight the urge to peek any longer. Her eyes open slightly to find Toriale leaning back in her chair vigorously masturbating. Labria tries to hide her surprise but her eyes are drawn to Toriale's right hand, rapidly forcing at least two fingers in and out of her sex. Her facial expression must have changed, because her Holo-Array playmate became aware she was being watched.

"Well, it seems I'm not the only one doing a little watching. I wasn't sure if you were going to enjoy our activity or not. It has been rumored you don't play with others, but maybe that rumor is false. Are you sure we can't finish this another time, in person maybe," quipped Toriale.

"I don't play with others! Playing with others and letting you masturbate to my bare bosom are two very different...activities. This is over, transfer me to the Councilor at once," demands Labria as she scoops the hand towel from her lap and drapes it back over her chest as best she can. "I can't believe I let you manipulate me like this. You have sunk to a new low, Tori."

"Thank you, Labria, I do aim to please," laughed Toriale. "I'll transfer you now. Oh, and I can't wait to...see...you again."

Labria leans forward and unlocks the emitter console. The image of Toriale fades out, and after a brief wait, the image of the Central Councilor appears before her. It isn't the Councilor, though, it is a previously recorded hold screen image of the Councilor asking whoever is viewing to please wait and the 'Central Councilor of the Singula' will be with you momentarily. Labria finds herself still somewhat shaken from her activities with Toriale. She is unsure what possessed her to even participate with the whole episode but she can't help but feel her anxiety from unexpectedly becoming topless played a role in participation. 

The hold screen image flickers and Labria suddenly realizes that the Central Councilor has activated her own emitter and is receiving the Aid's image. She quickly glances at her chest to make sure she is as covered as she can be and addresses the Councilor, "I apologize deeply, Central Councilor Sapph, for making you wait. Executive Assmay was in her private bath chamber taking a shower when you called, and as you can see, my efforts to inform her has resulted in my uniform top getting wet. To keep you from waiting any longer, Executive Assmay wishes to contact you a short time later so she may finish drying off and get dressed".

The Councilor sets silently in her chair, taking in the view of Labria's firm breasts. Since the hand towel is not large enough to cover both breasts and the slightest motion reveals most of one breast. The silence is unnerving to Labria and it is causing her to nervously fidget in front of the Councilor. Trying to mask more than her breasts, Labria is unaware the motions of the hand towel are keeping her nipples hard and adds very noticeable protrusions from behind the thin cloth. Labria's fingers have become numb from tightly gripping the corners of the hand towel as she waits for the Councilor to speak. As her restlessness intensifies, she unknowingly pulls one corner of the hand towel out of her left hand completely revealing herself to the Councilor.

Councilor Sapph responds, "You do not need to be so formal, you may address me by my first name, Lilith. Fetching Executive Assmay from the shower does indeed explain the pleasant greeting I have received from your beautiful breasts. Tianna may contact me at her leisure once she has gotten dressed. Have a pleasant day and I look forward to seeing you again".

Labria thanks the Councilor and in turn wishes her a pleasant day as she leans forward to turn off the Holo-Array Emitter. Labria glances toward the controls and is mortified to notice her exposed breasts, complimented with erect nipples, dancing free. She leans back in her chair and places the hand towel across as much of herself as she can. She speaks aloud to herself, "Calm down, Labria. Settle your nerves. Relax. Do not dwell on the thinks that have happened this day."

Reflecting on what has happened in the last half hour, she is not sure how to deal with these unusual events. Having her chest burst from her micro-fiber uniform top in front of Executive Assmay was certainly unexpected. The recollection she fondled here breasts while Toriale watched and then masturbated was still shocking. No explanation, excuse, or emotion can describe her thoughts from having just addressed the leader of her people topless. The longer she thinks about it, the angrier she becomes with the realization Executive Assmay is responsible for setting this entire situation into motion. She quickly makes her way toward Tianna's private bath chamber, free bosom bouncing with each forceful step. 

Reaching the door, Labria extends both hands to shove the door to the bath chamber open without knocking or even slowing down. As she turns the corner, she is frustrated to find the Executive still naked, flipping through the many uniforms in her walk-in wardrobe. Labria steps into the wardrobe and leans up against the wall behind the Executive. She wants the Executive to know she is there, but will not say a word. Waiting for Tianna to acknowledge her return, Labria stands silently taking in discriminate peeks at the Executive's muscular frame. With each passing moment and peek, Labria's angered gaze slips into a mesmerized stare.

Tianna, straining to remember the contents of boxes on the upper shelf of her walk-in wardrobe, finally speaks to Labria. "Is the Central Councilor still waiting on the Holo-Array or has she agreed to let me call her back in a few moments". Labria responds with the short and sweet one word response of "Agreed". Tianna chuckles, aware of her Senior Aid's frustration. Looking over her right shoulder at Labria, observing her Aid's continuing efforts to cover herself with the hand towel, she asks "How was your conversation with the Councilor". Labria hesitated to respond but, after a short period of silence, blurted out the answer of "How do you think!" Tianna chuckles again then suggests "You may as well put down the hand towel, since it isn't doing much to hide anything".

Labria thinks for a moment then drops the hand towel to the floor, crossing her arms under her chest which draws them together and pushes them forward in a most pleasing manor. She stands at Tianna's back, just an inch or so from poking her back with her erect nipples. Visions keep flooding her mind with ways to take revenge on the Executive. Her first thought involves rare Florallure plant extract finding its way into Tianna's afternoon refreshment. The effects of the Florallure are well documented as a crude aphrodisiac, leaving the recipient completely free of inhibition. Labria could plan this for an event, perhaps an evening the Executive is entertaining a group of Regional Councilors. That would certainly make for some interesting press. The fact that the Florallure is illegal, mostly because of its ability to cloud one's memory, causes Labria to move on to another thought. Her next idea involves another exotic plant, the Vividac, to be added to the Executive's bath or shower. The Vividac plant is a skin irritant. As it penetrates the skin, it confuses the nerves and causes them to be hyper-sensitive. To compound this problem, the more sensitive the skin, the more affect the Vividac plant has. The simple act of walking would no doubt send the Executive into orgasms as the hyper-sensitive folds of her sex would have to glide across themselves. Labria begins to really like this plan since it would force the Executive to stay naked for as many as two weeks. She feels this plan would work but is unsure how would negatively affect Tianna? The Executive would become aware of her problem while in her Private Bath Chamber and would be able to stay secluded until the effects diminish. The more she thinks of this the more she realizes how difficult it would be for her to pull this off. Tianna would know of Labria's involvement and there is no telling what action she would take as retribution. In addition to that, the Executive might take to her treadmill and embrace an endless number of orgasms. 




Epiphany Ch. 01



Labria is jarred back to reality when she is pinned against the wall and feels pressure on her face. During her daydream, she didn't notice Tianna sliding a stool in front her and stepping up onto it. Tianna must have lost her balance trying to retrieve one of the boxes on the upper shelf in her walk-in wardrobe. Falling back into Labria, Tianna's ass presses against her Aid's nose. Labria instinctively wraps her arms around the Executive's body to stabilize the both of them. They both sway back and forth, attempting to stabilize their stance. If Labria had been paying attention instead of plotting, she would have been able to see the Executive's fall coming and been able to catch her properly. Instead, she has a face full of ass and can't see anything but blurry skin.

Tianna takes a hold of the shelving above and pushes her ass firmly against Labria's face. Not hard enough to hurt her but firmly enough to keep her from seeing anything. Tianna steps up onto the tips of her toes and arches her back. She sways back and forth and grinds her ass against Labria's face, using the shelf for leverage. 

Labria places each of her hands on the Executive's thighs and tries to push her away but all that does is place more pressure against her face. She slides each hand up and around so they are firmly placed at the bottom of the Executive's ass cheeks and pushes once again. This relieves enough of the pressure and allows Labria to push Tianna away slightly and get a brief view of what looks like the Executive's smooth sex less than an inch from Labria's mouth. The harder Labria pushes, the more she inadvertently spreads the Executive's ass cheeks and sweet folds. Just as Tianna has nearly made it upright, Labria's hands slip. Labria's eyes widen as she knows she is about to get an unwanted kiss from Tianna's sex. She watches as the still opened folds make there way toward her mouth until they are so close she cannot focus on them with her eyes and her view blurs once again. The first thing she notices is the warmth, soothing moist warmth. She feels Tianna pushing against her face for leverage again and this time notices a sweet aroma. As Labria places her hands back onto the Executive's ass cheeks to push she is surprised to feel moisture all around her mouth. She can feel the smooth, wet folds gliding over her mouth, suddenly the taste seeps past her tightly clinched lips. She cannot stop the abundant juices of Tianna's sex from penetrating her lips and a sweet but tangy flavor shocks her into pushing harder. The harder she pushes the wider Tianna's folds open and the more juices flow. Labria's subconscious mind is mere seconds from giving in to the intrigue, letting her tongue plunge deeply into Tianna's folds and gorge herself on the wonderfully sweet and tangy juices within, but she doesn't get the chance. 

Tianna pretends to regain her balance and stands up straight. She says, "Thank you for grabbing me. Good thing this stool isn't a little taller. Your face narrowly escaped a kiss from my tush." 

"Yeah, um, you're welcome," is all that comes out of Labria's sex juice covered mouth. She reaches up and wipes the moisture from her face while the Executive is still facing the other direction.

"Dear, get the other stool and place it behind mine," instructs Tianna as she steps off the stool. "I need your assistance in retrieving a box containing an old uniform."

Still daydreaming of Tianna's sweet flavor, Labria complies without question. She places the stool on the floor, stepping up onto it, and turns to Tianna awaiting further instruction. The Executive asks her Aid if she sees the large box labeled fragile directly in front of her on top of two smaller boxes. Labria nods in acknowledgment and asks, "What do you want me to do with the box?" Tianna tells her Aid to place her hands on the large box and keep it from falling or even tipping while she slides one of the smaller boxes out to check its contents. Tianna, stepping up onto her stool, stresses how delicate the contents of the large box are so Labria will make sure she understands the box needs to be kept upright. Labria nods again as the Executive removes one of the small boxes and is surprised at how much pressure she must apply to the large box to keep it from falling. Stepping down off the stool, Tianna asks, "Can you hold the box a few moments while I look at the contents of this box?"

Labria says, "Yes, I can hold it in place as long as I don't move". Just as she finishes her words she realizes she is in a very vulnerable position. With her arms stretched upward to support the large box, she is unable to do anything else.

Tianna slides her stool out of the way and steps in front of Labria, looks up at her with a mischievous grin, then studies her massive breasts. "I hadn't realized how ... perfectly shaped ... your breasts are until today," commented the Executive. "They are very large, but they do not sag." She reaches up and gently squeezes Labria's breasts. "They are firm, yet soft. The bottoms are rounded in a way that seems to defy gravity. They almost seem to float as you look at them." Tianna places her hands on Labria's sides and runs them up until they meet the sides of her Aid's breasts. She pushes them together and watches as Labria's closes her eyes. She adds, "Even pressing them together from their sides doesn't allow me to run my hand up your side. I still find my hand on the side of your breast."

Stepping behind Labria, the Executive begins to examine her Senior Aid's frame. Although not very tall, Labria has a wondrous body. Tianna scans up Labria's toned legs, over her rather round ass, past her slender waist, and stops just below her shoulders where the sides of her massive chest protrudes past the silhouette of her upper back. The silence was beginning to worry Labria but, just as she was about to speak up, the Executive spoke. "I want to thank you for helping me stall the Central Councilor. The incidents which occurred earlier, causing you to present your breasts to the Councilor, were not planned but I did allow them to unfold." This was an extreme shock to Labria for she could not see anything positive coming from these events and she made her opinion of this very clear to the Executive.

Running her right hand along the bottom edge of Labria's micro-fiber mini skirt, as she chuckled yet again. "You were an innocent bystander in the need to distract the Councilor. I knew the Councilor would be calling to check on my progress in selecting a commander for the Tilc and, since I'm not quite as far along in the selection process as I should be, I needed a way to avoid the issue. Seeing your breasts burst out of their uniform top could not have come at a better time. What began as a distraction for the Councilor has spawned an idea to exploit the Councilor's weakness for a good show and I need your assistance in developing my plan".

Labria speaks up, interrupting the Executive, "Just what kind of show are you speaking of and what does that have to do with the fact that I am stuck holding this large box while you ramble." And while she still has the nerve to ask, "Why are you rubbing the bottom edge of my skirt instead of looking in the box."

"I want your opinion of my plan to put on a little show for the Central Councilor. I'm reasonably sure you wouldn't participate willingly, so the reason you have found yourself stuck is to make sure you listen to the details. This will ensure your complicity and silence in the plot. Since the Councilor will still be thinking of your chest when I return her communication, it will be easy for me to keep her mind on such things", explains Tianna.

Tianna places her right hand under the bottom edge of Labria's skirt and puts the slightest upward pressure on it causing it to slide up a few inches. Labria's eyes nearly pop out of her head as she tries to see what the Executive is doing but she can't seem to see behind herself well enough. Tianna enjoys seeing her Aid squirm. "Labria, have you ever noticed that with the right movement or pressure our micro-fiber uniforms will move in very predictable ways? I plan to push that fact to its limits in my show for the Central Councilor, but I need to test some ideas and would be grateful if you would stand still while I perform several.........tests.

Labria nods in agreement and closes her eyes. She doesn't want Tianna to think she is enjoying the tests, even if she is. She can feel the Executive's warm breath on her lower back then a small amount of pressure on the left side of her skirt. It feels as though her skirt has slid up just a bit on that side but she dare not look. Next she feels Tianna unfasten the clasp of her skirt, located at it's top rear edge, and slowly slide the zipper down what fells like one or two inches. Without the support from being properly fastened, she can tell the skirt has fallen down her hips but she is unsure how much. An upward tug on the top of her skirt settles it back to its original place but it feels as though the waist has been rolled up quite a bit. The micro-fiber material is bunched up around her waist and this has most certainly shortened her skirt by several inches. A slight glance from Tianna's hands across the sides of her waist causes her to flinch. Then she is aware of Tianna's breasts pressing into her lower back. She holds her breath in anticipation of what will happen next. Warm palms covet the round bottoms of her breasts, pushing up slightly and letting them go resulting in subtle bounces. The Executive repeats these three times then slides her hands down the front of Labria's stomach.

Labria has removed herself from the Executive's private bath chamber. She has taken herself, through her imagination, to her home. Fantasizing about the things Tianna is doing as well as the things she wants her to do. Keeping her eyes closed, Labria is becoming more and more aroused with each new test. As she feels the Executive's hands continue down her stomach and over the rolled up edge of her micro-fiber mini skirt. Her eyes nearly pop open as Tianna's hands pass over the fabric covering her sex, but she is able to stay still until she feels a forceful yank on the bottom of her skirt. With a muffled gasp and a quick peek, she is aware her skirt has been pulled off her hips and has come to rest half way down her round ass revealing her lack of any under garments. The Executive's warm breath on the exposed sections of her ass cheeks sends a shiver through Labria giving her chest a nice wobble.

Eager to enjoy what comes next, Labria focuses all her senses on the subtle noises and movements of the Executive. She listens intently as she hears what sounds like a lid or cap being popped loose. The cold sensation of some type of thick liquid being squirted around her hips takes her breath away. With her next breath she smells a familiar floral scent and recognizes it as a moisturizing lotion the Executive uses. Labria anticipates what is next, and she can barely fight of the urge to let loose of the large box, drop her skirt to her feet, and bend over placing her wet sex onto the Executive's face, much in the same fashion she found the Executive's moist folds in her face moments ago. She settles her urges and waits patiently. A warm breath flows onto her back as she feels Tianna's hands settle into the lotion and begin to gently rub it into her hips and waist. As the hands work their way from her lower back to the tops of Labria's ass she can't help but push her ass out toward the Executive. Firm circular motions expertly work the lotion in as the hands work their way around her waist and then to her lower stomach. Sucking her stomach in, Labria feels Tianna's hands work their way down underneath the rolled up top edge of her skirt. Her desire for a sexual release is overwhelming knowing the Executive's hands are so close to her damp folds. Labria rotates her hips, pulling her round ass in, to give the Executive better access to her sex. Just a fraction of a second before the hands reach the spot Labria wants them to, they glide back up and out from underneath Labria's skirt. 

The lotion has been worked into her waist and hips and, with a small amount of disappointment, she feels Tianna pulling her skirt back up to its starting position. She feels the rolled up waist band being situated once more and then feels a slight tug on the zipper. The Executive has lowered the zipper about another inch and, before Labria's mind has a chance to anticipate what comes next, she feels another downward yank on her micro-fiber mini skirt. Probably because of the lubrication provided by the moisturizing lotion, Labria's skirt now lays at her feet. The thought of the Executive now looking at her bare ass places a big grin on Labria's face. She slowly pushes her ass outward toward Tianna, hoping that the Executive has a perfect view of her now wet sex. Hoping even more the Executive will recognize Labria's wetness as the invitation it is.

After several moments of silence, Labria can't ignore her desires any longer. She blurts out in an eager plea, "You have won. For the first time in my life I want to find pleasure by another's touch. Please, make me cream, I want to cream, I need to cream!" Several more silent moments pass and Labria slowly opens her eyes to see the small box has been put back in place. She lets loose of the large box, realizing her arms are nearly asleep; she lets them drop to her sides. Turning around on the stool, she sighs. She is alone.

Labria steps off the stool. She sees a fresh uniform of the proper color lying on the other stool so she begins to dress. Tianna enters the room, glances at her Senior Aid, and asks, "Did you say something while I was out of the room?" Tianna had indeed heard Labria's plea, but she pretends as if she didn't. Labria, trying to hide her disappointment and frustration, simply nods her head no and continues fastening her micro-fiber mini skirt in place. 

After retrieving an outdated formal Dress Uniform, similar to what current Expedition Forces wear, Tianna walks over to her meditation table and lays the uniform on a stool beside the table. She sets down on the table and spins around so her back is facing Labria and says, "Thank you for enduring my tests, it was very, very helpful. Come over here and help me with this lotion. You know how sensitive my skin is. I don't want to address the Councilor with dry skin." It is a good thing the Executive was facing away from Labria, or she would have seen her face light up with an expression of disbelief.

"Just let me get my top on and I'll be right there," says Labria.

"Leave it off! I'm in a hurry." insists Tianna. The Executive squirts a healthy amount of lotion into her palm and spreads it heavily around her waist. Taking a deep breath, Labria places her hands into the lotion and massages Tianna's waist and hips. Labria tries to concentrate only on Tianna's hips and waist but, since the Executive is still nude, her eyes and mind wander.

"Now my back and shoulders," dictates Tianna.

"What, oh yes, your back and shoulders," stammers Labria as she quickly comes back to reality. She reaches for the bottle of lotion, setting beside Tianna's right knee. As she reaches for the bottle she hears Tianna say, "Let me get that for you." Labria turns her head toward the Executive just in time to see her lean toward the bottle, too. The next thing Labria notices is Tianna's right breast about to collide with her face and she tries to utter "Oops." But she can't say anything because as the Executive leans over even further and her erect nipple presses against Labria's half opened lips. Labria's eyes nearly cross as they try to focus on the Executive's breast in her face. She jumps on this opportunity and clamps her lips around Tianna's nipple and sucks it into her mouth. She begins to flick the Executive's even harder nipple with her tongue but Tianna leans back pulling her nipple from Labria's mouth. She says, "I'm so sorry dear. I didn't mean to practically squash your face with my boob. I was trying to get the lotion for you."

"No harm done," replies Labria. Wiping the saliva off her chin once she is out of Tianna's sight. She squeezes the bottle, filling her palm with the fragrant lotion. Smearing the cool lotion across the Executive's back causes her to flinch and lean backwards so she is now much closer to Labria. Now Labria doesn't have to lean forward to reach Tianna.

Labria places her hands on Tianna's shoulders and rubs her hands back and forth. She starts at the outer most tips to Tianna's shoulders and works her hands inward to the base of Tianna's neck. It seems with each pass back and forth, the Executive relaxes more and more. As Labria slides her hands down the Executive's back toward the still heavily smeared lotion Tianna softly says, "No, keep working on my shoulders and neck. This feels great." Labria returns her hands to Tianna's shoulders and notices a cold sensation against her nipples. She glances down to see Tianna's back just barely touching her bare chest. Labria takes a slight step back. She glances down again and giggles to herself as she notices a small dab of lotion on the tip of each of her nipples.

As Labria continues to massage Tianna's shoulders and neck, she notices the harder she rubs, the more the Executive's breast wobble. She peers over Tianna's shoulders to get as good a view as she can. Like a rhythmic dance, Tianna's breasts are moving in a circular motion. Although slight, the motion is enough to entice Labria into making an attempt to see more of the Executive's large breasts close up. Labria, realizing Tianna's back is once again barely touching her nipples, steps forward until her waist is leaning against Tianna's meditation table. She feels more pressure as the Executive leans back with her full weight against her breasts, covering them in lotion. With her thumbs resting on the outer tips of Tianna's shoulders and her fingers draped forward, Labria firmly glides her hands back and forth. As her arms vigorously push and pull her hands across Tianna's shoulders, Labria's own breasts begin to glide through the lotion on Tianna's back. 

"I think my shoulders could use more lotion," mentions Tianna. She leans forward, off of Labria's chest, and grasps the lotion bottle. She squirts a generous stream of lotion from one shoulder, across her upper chest, to the other shoulder. As she starts to put the lotion bottle down, she says, "Oh, wait, I nearly forgot something." Tianna turns around, looks squarely at Labria's lotion covered breasts, and squirts each one with lotion. She sets the lotion bottle down and leans back onto Labria's slippery breasts. "You may continue." instructs the Executive. 

The Executive has leaned back even further this time, so much so she has moved her arms behind her to the outer edge of the meditation table to help support herself. Labria adjusts her footing to compensate for the added weight and firmly leans up against the meditation table. She works her own shoulders back and forth a bit as she nestles her breasts against the Executive's upper back. Still trying to comfortably situate her massive chest, she continues sliding her breasts back and forth across Tianna's back. She places her fingers into the lotion, and glides them across the Executive's shoulder tops. During each pass, she moves her fingertips to the front of Tianna's shoulders and dips down toward each breast then back up to the shoulder. Testing to see how far Tianna will let her go, she lets her fingertips get just a bit closer with each pass. Hearing nothing from Tianna, Labria runs her fingertips down her upper chest and outward down her side. This motion is just grazing what she would consider the uppermost edge of the Executive's breasts. Feeling a little braver, Labria picks up the lotion bottle and holds it upside down over Tianna's chest. Squeezing the bottle in her right hand and cupping her left hand underneath to catch the lotion, she purposefully lets a small amount of lotion drip onto both of Tianna's breasts.




Epiphany Ch. 01



"Sorry about that. The lotion bottle is a little bit slippery," states Labria.

"Don't worry dear, just keep doing what you are doing," is all Tianna says.

With her orders, Labria, places her hands together to distribute the lotion equally and then places each hand just barely above Tianna's firm breasts. The cool sensation causes the Executive to arch her back, simultaneously pushing her breasts upward and extending her fingers outward off the edge of the meditation table. Labria feels a small amount of pressure against the tightly stretched material of her micro-fiber uniform skirt and glances down to see what it might be. Not seeing anything caught on her skirt she returns her attention to the Executive's chest and is startled to realize her hands have slid down onto Tianna's breasts. It might have been the Executive's lurch from the cold lotion or it may have been Labria's momentary lapse of attention. Regardless of the cause, she slides her hands up and off Tianna's chest, savoring the sight of erect nipples popping to attention.

Labria, anticipating some type of comment from Tianna, runs through excuses in her head. As she glides her hands up to Tianna's shoulders then down to the upper-most edge of her breasts, she prepares herself to be scorned for her slip but the Executive remains silent. As she repeats the up and down motions of her hands, she gradually increases the amount of pressure she applies until she is satisfied with the amount of movement she is causing in the Executive's chest. Watching Tianna's breasts gently bounce up and down with each pass of her hand pushes Labria's confidence level, as well as her arousal level, up enough to afford yet another bold move. Once her hands reach the upper-most edge of Tianna's breasts she randomly drops one hand a little lower so she gets a little bit bigger handful.

Repeating this routine for several minutes without any reaction from the Executive, Labria decides to modify her plan of attack once again. She is determined to get some sort of response from Tianna other than the relaxed grin the Executive has worn since the massage began. Labria's short arms have stretched as far as they can, but she cannot reach any further than midway between the upper-most edge of Tianna's breast and her nipple. She steps up onto the small ledge which surrounds the meditation chamber, leans in toward the table a bit as she tries to balance her footing since she is only standing on the tips of her toes, and feels the lower edge of her skirt get caught on something briefly until it snaps loose. Labria makes this position change without deviating from her motion. Her hands continue to glide up and down and shoulders continue to rotate back and forth. She is ready to test the reach of her new position in addition to testing the Executive's threshold of participation.

Preoccupied by her plotting, Labria is unaware her constant motion has caused her micro-fiber uniform mini-skirt to ride up her round ass. It would seem the more involved she gets the more her skirt reveals. While she remains oblivious to this fact, Tianna is not since the objects Labria's skirt became caught on just a moment ago were the Executive's hands. Tianna has slightly extended the index finger of her right hand allowing it to cradle the bottom front edge of Labria's skirt. An occasional application of upward pressure is helping to move the skirt north.

Labria takes a deep breath and leans forward. She slides the palms of her hands down from atop Tianna's shoulders with her fingers ready. Just as her hands are reaching the upper-most edge of the Executive's breasts, her own massive chest slides up and over the Tianna's shoulders. Determined to reach her goal, she slows the rotating motion of her shoulders to try and signify she intended to let the Executive's head slip down between her breasts. The smile on Tianna's face never waivers. Labria leans in again, firmly grasping the Executive's breasts, looking dead at her face anticipating a response. She vigorously rolls Tianna's nipples through her fingers causing her to arch her back in a sensual fashion.

The act of Tianna arching her back with her head resting between Labria's chest pushes the Senior Aid off the tips of her toes back onto the floor. The Executive, not expecting her support to step away from her, falls down and barely keeps herself on the table. As she looks up at Labria, Tianna notices two things. First, her efforts to help her Aid's skirt upward were very successful, and second, her face is but an inch from Labria's noticeably moist sex. Without hesitation, Tianna lunges forward and plants a long, passionate kiss onto the sweet folds of her Senior Aid.

"Oh my! Oh my! Oh yes!", is all Labria can muster as her entire body freezes. In that brief moment, all the sexual tension, frustration, and desire pent up over the past few hours are given an outlet. She slowly stands up, grinding her sex against Tianna's face. A forceful wave of energy pulses through her, and just as quickly as it began it was over. One quick but intense orgasm completely overwhelms her and she slips away, savoring the moment. As she comes back to reality, she finds her left hand firmly grasping her right breast and her right hand resting on her throbbing sex. Labria looks over her shoulder to see Tianna dressed, standing in front of her mirror, in an even more revealing uniform than she usually wears. She drops her hands down to her sides, pulls her skirt down to cover herself, and watches as the Executive walks past her heading toward her office to contact the Central Councilor all the while fidgeting with her uniform.

"Are you coming?" asks the Executive?

"Um...Yes...I'll be right there", replies Labria as she thinks to herself 'Not anymore, but I could again'.



Epiphany Ch. 01



Allison felt horrible making eye contact with the young man and she could clearly sense the confusion and uneasiness from his body language from being cut off so abruptly as he spilled his inner most secrets to her.

"God... this is so wrong," an ethical and well meaning internal voice warned as Allison closed the door to her makeshift office and slid down onto the same sofa Darrin had just been sitting.

"Spot's still warm," she noted before checking her watch to see just how long she was going to have until her next scheduled appointment.

"So what are you going to do till then?" Allison wondered aloud, the whole time tapping her right foot nervously on the floor to break up the sudden and pressing silence in the room.

"The only thing that's gonna be able to clear your mind enough to get on with the rest of the day," a nagging but knowing voice responded. "It's like trying to ignore the proverbial pink elephant in the center of the room Allison... just stick your hand under your skirt and get it over with."

"UUUU... MMM... AAAHHH," her vocal chords crackled a few moments later, her eyes focused on the locked door in front of her as her right hand disappeared under her dress, corkscrewing at a severe angle until she was able to blindly guide it exactly where she wanted.

"PPPRRRRUUMMMM... AAHHHHH," she gasped under her breath when her fingers began to claw at the puffy and swollen outer folds of her needy vagina.

Slapping her left hand down onto the edge of the old sofa for support, Allison bucked, humped and grinded her crotch awkwardly off the cushions until she was clumsily, but rather effectively, fucking herself.

Bracing her upper back and shoulders against the back edge of the sofa as she scoured and poked her fingers through the buttery and tingling fissure between her legs, Allison closed her eyes and came face to face with the unspeakable images of Darrin and several of the other young students she had been working with as the subtle but crisp scent of her own arousal filled the stuffy office air.

"This is so wrong," she muttered yet again, masturbating with the same helpless and debilitating want as a crack addict stealing a hit over their lunch break, just to make it to the end of the day.

"Cum... cum... dammitt... let me cum," Allison's normally stern and precise voice rattled out of her mouth like a scared little child's until the physical manifestations of her own guilty lust spilled out of her molten pussy.

"YES... YESSSS... YEESSSSSSSS... FUCK YESSSSSS... FUCK HIM... FUCK HIM YESSSSS... THEN FUCK ME YESSSSSSSS," Allison twisted and jerked to each side on the sofa, forcing her crotch into the air until several of her fingers had plunged all the way into her throbbing sex.

"AAHH... AAHH... MYGAAWWDDDD... AAHHH," Allison shuddered each time one of her knuckles rubbed against the outer rim of her squealing and sopping wet cunt until exhaustion finally overtook her and she collapsed back down into a heap on the couch.

Allowing her drenched and sloppy fingers to gently slide free from the constraints of her pulpy womb, Allison rested there for several minutes, simultaneously trying to process and detach herself from what had just happened.

"Get up and get yourself down the hall to the public bathroom to clean yourself up," the frazzled remnants of Allison's good judgment urged. 

"The last 10 minutes never happened, " it told her. "Let's just wash all this away and try to get ready for the next appointment."

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A jumbled mix of disappointment and relief stewed inside Allison's soul over the next few weeks when Darrin stopped showing up for his weekly Tuesday visits.

The week after she had to cut the session with the young man short due to her own depraved issues, Allison chalked up Darrin's absence to some sort of scheduling conflict or other unrelated factor. When he didn't show up the week after that however, Allison correctly got the feeling her sudden ending of that ill-fated final meeting, right when Darrin was at his most open and vulnerable, was just cause for him to never trust her again.

And for that, Allison wept but was relieved. From a professional standpoint, she knew she had been treading on very thin ice but if she had been forced into further sessions with the young man, she knew deep down the damage could have been much worse, to both of them.

Still, Allison couldn't exactly put her finger on why Darrin and his story were so special. There was a discernable void in her Tuesdays without Darrin's normal visit. She had spent huge chunks of time privatly preparing herself for what Darrin was going to say and countless hours re-living how the sessions eventually unfolded. She'd counseled upwards of 20 separate boys since being contracted through the school and he had been the only one to effect her in such a way. 

That was until Tony Covelli cautiously stepped up to her half opened office door and knocked.

"... Ms. Murphy," the shy and noticeably distraught college Freshman inquired, causing the distracted middle aged counselor to flinch when she heard her name.

"... Tony," Allison exclaimed, needing a moment to recognize the same young man that hadn't shown up for a session since early in her tenure at the school. The same 'Tony' she was almost sure Darrin had mentioned in re-canting the sins of his past.

Pulling herself out of her chair to greet the young man, Allison could instantly sense severe tension and angst bleeding from Tony's pores.

"Are you alright?" she asked, her hat as a psychiatrist temporarily replaced by a genuine concern for the boy's well being as she closed the door behind them.

"No... No I'm not," Tony choked as sat down on the sofa and put his face in his hands.

"Well... what is it?" Allison begged before kneeling down in front of him.

"I was walking to class the other day... and I thought I saw... God this is so tough... But I thought I saw someone... one of the guys I was telling you out last month when I came to your office... I had heard some friends back home mention he was going to school here... but I thought this was a big enough place that we would never run into each other... and I figured after seeing him that it couldn't have been him... just a guy that looked like him," Tony babbled.

"Its OK Tony... just breathe... take your time... I don't have any other visits scheduled... so just take your time," Allison soothed, placing her hands gently on each of the boy's shoulders as he openly wept in front of her.

"Like I said... I just thought the guy probably looked like Darrin... even if it was... I had prepared myself to handle it better... so... so when I was walking to class again earlier this morning along the same route... I saw him again... it was definitely him... I just bowed my head and walked by... he didn't see me," Tony continued, his sobs relenting somewhat.

Allison's face went white when she heard Tony mention Darrin's name.

"It's totally understandable Tony that you would feel anger and hurt when you saw him... that's complelty natural... " Allison started to counsel before the fragile 18 year old broke in.

"No... it's not... anger," Tony interrupted, his voice tinged with heavy shame.

"That's the part I'm struggling with... yeah part of me wanted to lunge at him and choke him to death... but... but part of me... part of me," Tony's voice trailed away until Allison was able to grasp what the young man was trying so hard to explain. 

"So you say he didn't see you, Tony?" the counselor asked.

"No... No I don't think so and I'm sure I could find another way to class and avoid him... but I just can't help but keep re-living that whole time of my life... it just wont go away no matter how much dirt I try to put on it... and then I see him again and all those feelings just slam back into me... he's all I can think about," Tony started to cry once more, a salty reservoir of tears coating his cheeks as Allison knelt there feeling an unspoken, but hauntingly similar kinship with Tony about their relationships with Darrin.

A foot away from Tony's seated and trembling body, Allison tettered there on her knees, wanting to say something caring and insightful for the boy, but her tongue was paralysed. It was then resting on her knees on the floor, far away from the normal detached perch of authority of her counselor's chair that Allison realized that Tony was just as much a patient as she. And in that epiphany of a moment, Allison allowed herself to succumb to a deeper and much darker calling.

Kneeling there between the boy's legs, in a moment of glaring and lucid weakness, Allison turned her back on all the morals, professional and otherwise, she had ever adhered to. 

As Tony continued to sob and mumble, Allison allowed her hands to slide off the boy's shoulders, down his arms, across his chest until they both came to rest right on top of his lap. After a stoic deep breath, Allison's fingers were fumbling with the zipper of Tony's jeans.

Reaching inside the opening of Tony's pants with a zombie-like stare on her face, Allison fished her fingers around until she had pulled the boy's half limp penis into view. Wasting no time in raising Tony's chunky knob to her mouth, Allison quickly engulfed the stunned 18-year-old's dick until his soft balls and curly black pubes were tickling her pale white chin.

The initial seconds of the violation played out like an eternity for Tony as he looked down through his tear stained eyes at the woman at his feet, who was easily twice his age, with her entire mouth now mashed down over the opening of his unzipped jeans.

"This is fuckin' crazy," he muttered out loud as his head began to swim.

Legs spread wide and his back reclined against the sofa's rear cushions, Tony was helpless to watch as his psychiatrist knelt down in front of him and bathed his quickly hardening dick in a mouthful of her churning saliva. Too scared to make a peep, much less make eye contact with Allison, Tony just sat there and shivered as his cock grew to its full girth between his shrink's warm and stretched lips.

For Allison, she had passed the point of no return. Sort of like when a person is guilty of a minor traffic infraction, but upon seeing the flashing blue lights in the rearview makes the inexplicable decision to gun the gas and flee, deep down Allison knew there was going to be no easy way to say she was sorry, or make restitution for the lewd and cowardly act she was now perpetrating.

And like that speeder, once the chase was on, the only choice Allison had was to speed up to avoid capture. Frantically hurrying her oral assault on Tony's throbbing groin, Allison recklessly went about her chore as if trying to outrun her own conscience. Rocking forward on her knees, her body wincing a little each time her sensitive, fleshy breasts bounced against Tony's shins through her sweater, Allison snorted through her nose as her tongue circled and swirled around the student's slick shaft.

"UUHHHH... UUUMMMAAAHHH," Allison could hear Tony moan, sounding so much like a naive, innocent and overwrought schoolboy in his vocal cries Even though the girth raging inside her mouth was all man.

And it wasn't long before the friction, pressure and liquid warmth battering his genitals resulted in the inevitable.

"MMMMMMMM... OOHH... MYY... GGOODDDDDDDDDDD... MMMM... MMMMMMMMMM," Tony choked, cried and spat, both his feet arching forward on the floor until his shoes were balanced on their toes as his body shot forward on the sofa, looking as if he had been electrocuted an instant before his warm and sticky ejaculate flooded Allison's gurgling mouth as he stabbed the missile of his erection all the way down the older woman's throat.

The world pounding inside Tony's ears as his orgasm tore through his flesh, for Allison, nothing but a dreadful silence began to blanket her world as she allowed his slowly softening cock to slip free from her lips, leaving a grotesquely vivid and mucusy trail of semen oozing down her chin. Her lips and cheeks congealed with the report of Tony's boiling lust, Allison coughed several times before wiping her face with the back of her hand as she knelt there between the student's parted legs. 

The proverbial high speed chase, Allison knew, was now over. Her unfathomable loss of control had resulted in a wreckage of human judgment and moral cost. Now she felt as if she had been thrown from her vehicle after it flipped several times and was laying, beaten and battered in a ditch, waiting for the flashing blue lights of her conscience to arrive on the scene to take her away to whatever cruel fate that awaited.

At least that was the poetic analogy Allison pondered as the aftertaste of Tony's pungeant seed lingered on her tongue and washed steadily down her throat.

"What now?" Allison cryptically asked herself over and over as she bowed her head in mortal shame at Tony's feet.

Part 2 is in progress... 



Epiphany Ch. 02



The immediate aftermath of Allison Murphy's disgraceful breakdown in moral and ethical decency left her numb and mortified. She had even gone back to smoking, a habit she had kicked in her late 20's and for the first time in her life, she often found herself up late, drinking to escape the pain.

Allison had made the wise and prudent, albeit difficult, decision to cancel her therapy contract with the school following her encounter with Tony. Giving up the most lucrative deal of her career wasn't easy, but Allison knew if she spent one more Tuesday afternoon there, the damage she might do to another boy, or to herself, would have only worsened things.

While she did maintain her other professional obligations to keep herself financially solvent, Allison felt a severe undertow of hypocrisy, guilt and shame each time she doled out advice to the people that came to her with their problems.

Then there was the fallout with Tony. Allison hadn't given the boy a second thought between his first visit to her office, during the initial week of school, and the fateful afternoon when he knocked on her door crying several weeks later. But in that cosmic and chaotic second meeting with Tony, Allison would throw away four decades worth of living her life the right way, and hideously intertwine their lives forever. And to Allison's everlasting horror, she had made the conscious decision to maintain the relationship with him, even after she'd cut her ties with the college.

In the basest sense, Allison was enjoying the physical fulfillment she was getting from the young man. Tony had admitted to her after their first few weeks together that Allison was the first woman he had ever made love to. Shy and clumsy by nature, the abuse Tony had endured had left him very uncomfortable acknowledging, much less exploring, his own sexuality with a female. Once that seal had been broken however, like a paroled inmate who hadn't been with a woman in years, Tony was using Allison's body for his own selfish indulgences.

Allison herself had never been very popular in school, and even during her college years she never took advantage of the numerous social opportunities that were there for the taking. Even after she finally wedded, Allison gradually came to discover the rather dull man of academia that she had married, and bore two children for, didn't particularly have any use for passion as the years wore on. 

Stuck smack-dab in her own midlife crisis, the sexual outlet Tony was providing, both to her body and her ego, had created a parasitic, yet symbiotic relationship each would have a difficult time ending.

In the process of exploring their mutual want, Tony and Allison had found the time to fuck each other in her bed, in his dorm room, on her living room floor, in the shower, on her kitchen table, in her Volvo, in the city park during the middle of the day, even on the same couch at 2am one morning, in the school office building where their tryst had started.

Six weeks into the affair however, once she had shared almost every conceivable sexual rush humanly possible with Tony, Allison could feel the adrenaline of the initial plunge starting to wane.

"It's only natural," the accredited doctor inside Allison's swirl of personalities knew. "This was a relationship borne out of pure selfish lust, shallow self esteem, and a whole lot of guilt." 

"You didn't want to damage the boy anymore than you already had... you couldn't just use him that way then toss him aside," She would reason. "So you kept him on a string and once you found out the sex was more than satisfactory things just kept getting deeper and deeper... now the endorphins are starting to wear off and the reality of everything is starting to rain down like acid around you, Allison!"

In those private moments of self examination, Allison knew the hypnotic haze of her selfish sexual desire was starting fade like a setting sun, leaving a much darker, star-less sky for her to find her way under. As much as she wanted an easy, painless way to cut ties with Tony, the shards of her tattered esteem and self confidence, along with much darker and more hidden motivations prevented Allison from addressing the issue directly.

Instead, Allison at times attempted to withhold sex. A ploy which inevitably failed to work when her own needy desires betrayed her. She would often try to bury herself in her work once again, knowing she needed money to pay the bills that had started piling up since she quit her job at the school, but those long days at her private practice only served to drain her already sagging energy even more.

The wildest idea that crossed Allison's mind was to simply go out and pick up a guy, perhaps closer to her own age, and bring him home when she knew Tony would stumble upon the two, hoping it would not so subtly tell her barely legal teenage lover she had moved on. Still, with all the pain Tony had been through, Allison just couldn't bring herself to be that cruel.

Any hopes however of letting Tony down easy ended after an innocent Thursday night at the movies.

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The two had agreed to take in an evening show at the local multiplex and everything was about as routine as could be until Allison and Tony were making their way out of the darkened exit of theatre 12, into the light of the main hallway.

Their eyes temporarily blurred by the stark change in lighting, Tony and Allison nearly ran flush into a familiar face as he exited the theatre across the hall.

Once all three pairs of eyes adjusted to the light, time seemed to freeze for Allison, Tony and Darrin as they stood in front of each other, each completely oblivious now to the dozens of other moviegoers zigzagging around them.

Darrin instantly came to a stop when he recognized Tony's face staring back at him. A sickening thud rolling through his stomach, Darrin stood there motionless in the mass of people, his eyes locked on Tony, not even noticing his former therapist was standing at the younger boy's side. The confusion and shock Darrin was already feeling was increased tenfold when he finally did notice Allison there beside him.

For Tony, seeing Darrin was equally as stunning and a kick in the gut. Standing to Allison's left, his gaze burning a hole in his teenage tormenter's face, Tony had no clue Allison also had a connection with Darrin.

Allison, for the moment, felt as if she was on a island of her own as the two young men intently studied the other. Clutching her purse tightly in her left arm, as wave after wave of movie patrons filed past, Allison tried to nudge Tony towards the side exit and out of harm's way.

Her 18 year old lover's feet seemed to be anchored in concrete however, and he wouldn't budge as he re-lived so much of his past in that locked stare with Darrin.

"... I... think... Tony... I think... we ought to be... going, "Allison started to mumble, immediately causing Darrin's eyes to flare when he realized the depth of Tony's and the therapist's relationship.

"You... two...?" Darrin's voice quivered.

Looking over to see the painful hurt shooting from the daggers of Tony's eyes, Allison nodded her head up and down.

"Yes... yes we are," she answered, almost apologetically, before raising her lips to kiss Tony gently on his beat red cheek.

When Allison pulled away from Tony however, her next move startled all three. Taking two cautious steps forward as if on auto-pilot, Allison walked up to the much taller Darrin until she was eye level at his chest. Tilting her head, Allison raised up on the toes of her shoes and kissed Darrin, first on his right cheek then directly on his soft, numb lips.

Pulling back slowly, Allison could see the look of confusion only intensify in Darrin's expression as she took her place temporarily back beside Tony.

"Darrin... please come home with us," Allison mumbled before easing back to Tony's side, her hands fumbling and fidgeting together as she nodded to the door.

Still speechless, Tony just stood there, his punctured emotions draining into a bloody pool on the floor when Allison's invitation to Darrin sunk in. Just that quickly, the anger in Tony's eyes shaded to resolute helplessness when he realized his only ally, Allison, had turned her back on him. 

Together, the three left the theatre, Darrin and Allison side by side with Tony trailing slightly behind.

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Barely a word was spoken in the car as Allison drove the two young men back to her house, and once inside, there seemed to be a tangible sense for each that they were all three separate points in a dysfunctional but equally needy human triangle.

A vague haze of shame and uncertainty persisted for both boys as they tried to discern Allison's intentions, each now knowing their therapist had knowledge of the most dreadful aspects of their corrupted youth.

Any empathetic or professional aura of compassion was absent from Allison's living room however, as all three troubled souls continued to drown in their morbid calling. Held hostage by the primal, sub human part of her brain, Allison could clearly sense the seemingly subliminal hold Darrin had over Tony, both from his sheer imposing size over the younger boy not to mention the residue of their grim, shared past.

Allison felt a tear welling in her eyes when she looked over to Tony, knowing from their conversations just how much he had tried to escape Darrin's scope, and now there he was, standing in her living room face to face with all those same demons. The motherly part of Allison's being yearned to run to Tony to shield him from the storm swirling around him, yet the cruel and callous winds of emotion and desire cutting through the room pushed her closer to Darrin.

Her eyes focused now on the staid and stoic boy standing in front of her, just as she'd done at the movies, Allison walked up to Darrin, placed her cold and trembling hands on his waist and kissed him. Once the two were locked in an embrace in the center of the room, it looked as if Tony had become nothing more than a lost satellite, drifting out of its orbit as Allison and Darrin kissed in front of him. 

Tony looked as if he had been shot in the belly as he watched the only woman he had ever made love to, and one of the few people on Earth that knew his deepest and most darkest secrets now openly throwing herself at one of the primary people that had caused so much of his childhood trauma.

Time froze for Tony as he stood there watching, the temperature of his blood rising with each passing breath until his fists clenched and traces of steam began billowing from his ears. Then his feet started to drift forward.

A long subdued fire now whistling through his veins as he weaved side to side behind the unsuspecting couple, Tony squeezed all 10 fingers into two tight fists until he was close enough to Allison and Darrin that he could smell their perfume and cologne as well as the clear sound of their tongues splashing against the others.

Rolling the tip of his tongue back and forth across the insides of his pearly whites, Tony worked his way up until he was two feet behind Allison's back, all his pent up pain, self pity and aggression ready to burst. 

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Like a fingerless man with a loaded gun however, Tony could never bring himself to pull the trigger.

Arms entangled around Darrin's lean and willowy body, Allison gracefully rolled her lips and tongue over the 20-year-old's face and neck as their swaying bodies seemed to melt together, completely unaware Tony was stalking behind her. Nearly a minute into her embrace with Darrin, the two simultaneously felt an odd rubbing sensation against their calves.

Both looking down after easing their lips apart, a shudder whipped through Darrin and Allison when they saw Tony on his knees between them. Allison felt her own knees go weak and she took a full step back when Tony reached up and tried to clamp his noticeably quivering fingers around the zipper of Darrin's pants.

"No... ," the therapist and flag bearer of human decency inside Allison's head wanted to scream but the words died in her suddenly dry throat as Darrin's full erection swung from his unzipped fly.

A sizzling numbness shot through Allison when she saw Tony at her feet, and the way he first swallowed hard then opened his mouth to willingly accept Darrin's smooth, bulging prick onto his palate.

"Oh... Dear... God," she moaned when Tony's tender lips wrapped around Darrin's veiny manhood and started sliding up and down on the embedded shaft.

"SSHHH... AAHHH," Allison heard Darrin's voice crackle through the room as she visually fixated on the head of his dick carving out a vivid, protruding imprint on the inside of Tony's cheek.

Standing directly in front of the lewd male coupling, her right hand placed firmly on her pounding chest, Allison could see a primal transformation taking place before her eyes as Tony fell into the same pitiful, but real, role Darrin had established over him many years earlier. 

She could also see the metamorphosis taking place within Darrin as well as the equally shy and troubled young man sensed Tony's well conditioned submission and began humping and grinding his groin repeatedly against the younger boy's handsome face.

Keeping the rhythmic pace of his crotch working against Tony's mouth, Darrin raised his right hand and reached towards Allison, taking a firm and steady handful of her left breast through her blouse.

"UURRRRGG... AAHHHHH," Allison whimpered, bowing her head and standing in place as Darrin greedily pawed at her sagging tits at the same time he stood above Tony, allowing his childhood friend to give him head.

Massaging Allison's breasts until her fat nipples were poking out the front of her blouse, Darrin roughly tweaked them between his thumb and fingers until he could see the older woman's knees begin to shake under her skirt. Stealing a quick glance down at Tony kneeling at his feet, Darrin used his free hand to unsnap his jeans before lowering his fingers down to Tony's chin.

Titling Tony's chin upwards so the two were making eye contact, Darrin took several selfish breaths to savor the image of Tony below, so willingly perched there on his knees with his lips severely distended to accommodate Darrin's pulsing girth.

"Roll my pants down," Darrin nodded down to his childhood friend.

Watching Allison's body tremble even more out of the corner of his eye as Tony worked his pants down over his waist, Darrin took his handful of Allison's bosom and pulled the speechless woman closer.

Silently beckoning Allison to raise her arms, Darrin proceeded to take his therapist's top off at the same time Tony worked to disrobe him below. 

"Wow... ," Darrin muttered under his breath when the milky white swells of Allison's breasts came into view, their full essence partially concealed only by her half off the shoulder bra.

Reaching his hand deliberately inside each of the lacy cups, Darrin pulled Allison's fleshy mounds free until they bounced and swayed against her chest. Roaming his hands eagerly over the older woman's exposed bosom, Darrin held each gently in his palm before reaching down with his free hand to tap Tony on the head.

Lowering his grip off Allison's breasts after allowing Tony a few moments to soak in the image from his knees, Darrin took a hold of Allison's skirt and gradually began working it off her behind until her pale, sunless ass came into view.

Stepping out of his own pants as they clung to his feet, Darrin steadied his balance before reaching down to remove his sloppy, saliva drenched cock from Tony's mouth.

"Go ahead and finish pulling Mrs. Murphy's dress down just like you did my pants," Darrin ordered as he tauntingly pumped his still raging erection right in front of Tony's face.

"Good," Darrin mumbled approvingly when Tony gripped his trembling hands around the waistband of Allison's dress and began slipping it down the length of her thighs.

"Look at that pussy," Darrin gleamed when Allison's hirsute sex was revealed "How many times have you fucked it, Tony?"

"Kiss it Tony... why don't you kiss her cunt," Darrin demanded when Tony had gotten Allison's skirt rolled down to her knees.

Watching as Allison started to topple backwards the instant Tony's lips collided with her buzzing and moistened slit, Darrin reached out with his right hand and took another full grip of her exposed breasts to keep her from falling over. Holding the stunned therapist in that precarious pose for nearly a minute, Darrin patiently watched as Tony's face worked ever deeper into Allison's snatch.

"Push her back and sit her down in the chair, Tony," Darrin instructed, taking great satisfaction in the way Allison's body seemed to go limp and drift backwards on cue as soon as he loosened his unforgiving grip on her chest.

Allison's legs felt like two anchors as she tried stepping out of the skirt Tony had tugged down to her feet and when she finally did collapse down into the chair behind her, a vocal sigh of relief and resignation sizzled from her lips. Instinctively spreading her legs the instant she reclined backwards, Allison shivered as a completely naked Darrin approached.

"Get down on your knees again, Tony," Allison heard the older boy order.

Clad only in her ill fitting bra, Allison found sudden comfort in her nest, watching as Tony did as he was told, dropping down to his knees and accepting Darrin's rock solid and throbbing penis back into his mouth.

"Just want to make sure its nice and wet," Darrin's eyes seemed to imply as he stared intently down at Allison in the chair.

"Sins of the Father," she mouthed, sensing all the same dominant tendencies Darrin had been subjected to as a youngster with his priest, now coming out in his own actions as he forced Tony to go about the lewd oral chore of preparing him for sex.

When he was fully prepped, Darrin carefully pulled his cock free from Tony's lips and allowed its smeared and greasy girth to trace down the younger boy's cheek before turning his full attention to Allison.

Without a word, the six foot four inch student stepped forward until the woman seated below was completely shrouded in his shadow. The glistening sheen of saliva that was caking his dick sparkled in Allison's narrowed and squinting eyes as he reached down to pull her torso closer to the edge of her seat. 

Icicles racing through her veins as Darrin used the fingers of his left hand to part the folds of her quivering vaginal crease, Allison bit the inside of her cheek and yelped out loud when the young stud's cock torpedoed through the tight slit and settled deep into the hearth of her womb.

Gripping her hands like madwoman around both arms of the rocking recliner, Allison's body strained and shuddered each time Darrin's pelvis plowed forward. Whimpering softly when his sinewy chest came to rest on top of hers, Allison began moaning louder and louder into his ear each time Darrin increased the urgency behind his downward thrusts.

Relentlessly Darrin pressed on, his feet straddled out to each side of the chair as he plowed his cock into Allison's molten depths. Feeling her warm breasts jiggling against the flexed and sweaty breadth of his chest, Darrin chewed down hard on the salty skin along the ridge of Allison's neck, causing her to buck and lurch in unison with him.

His dick slicing through what seemed to be a gushing whirlpool of feminine lust, Darrin pinned Allison's body down on the chair until he could feel his churning seed begin to boil inside his bloated balls. Looking down the length of each of their sweaty and tangled bodies, Darrin could tell by the way Allison wrapped her legs around his back and rammed her crotch off the cushion to meet his every thrust, that the rim of his stabbing erection was grating against her deeply concealed G-spot.




Epiphany Ch. 02



Using every ounce of energy she had to open her eyes as they rolled wildly in their sockets, Allison peered over Darrin's shoulder and saw Tony standing several feet in front of the chair, his dick in his hand as he watched the woman that took his virginity willingly give herself to the same boy that stole his innocence years ago.

"He looks like he could shatter into a million pieces right there on the floor," Allison knew as she glared at Tony's hazy outline through the bracket of her raised and bouncing feet.

Closing her eyes when the gravity of it all began to be too much, Allison's face scrunched grotesquely as Darrin intensified the violent precision of his pelvic surge.

"Cum Bitch... Cum Bitch... Come on and Cum Bitch," she heard the 20 year old growl into her ear in a voice she barely recognized as his, causing her flesh to ripple with goosebumps each time Darrin's hot breath fluttered across her eardrum.

"GAAHHH... AAHHHH... AAAHHH... GGAAHHDDDD... PLEASE FUCK ME DARRIN... PLEASSSEEEEE FUCK ME," the divorced therapist groaned, her normally staid and conservative sexual persona blistered from the crude, potent way Darrin had mentally and physically whipped her to orgasm.

"YYYAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Allison finally howled out loud, filling every room of her lonely house with the fitful shrieks of her release.

"AAAHHH... AAAHHHH... don't stop... my God please don't stop," she whimpered and begged, causing Darrin to ratchet up the speed and ferocity of his drilling thrusts.

Allison's cum squirting, dripping and splashing over every virile inch of Darrin's buried appendage, an insane look of impending doom burned across the 20-year-old's face as his own orgasm began to tip.

"RRRRRRRGGGGRRAAHHH GGRRRRRAAHHHHHHH," he groaned and spat, digging his paws deep into the cushions to each side of Allison as he shot his miraculously languid and copious wad into her birth canal.

"AAHHH... MMM... AAHHH... DAMNNNN," Darrin choked for nearly a minute, his voice alternating from relief, exhaustion and fear to sadistic and untapped glee.

Allowing his sweaty frame to slide off his conquered prey, Darrin came to rest on his knees on the floor, directly in front of a nearly motionless Allison, and once his dick popped free from her choking pubic grip, Darrin's eyes watered from the amount of semen that bleed from the suddenly uncorked opening of Allison's sex.

Looking over his shoulder when he sensed Tony moving up for a closer look, Darrin could see his younger friend still had a full erection.

"I've got an idea," Darrin nodded, his voice nearly drowned out by the guttural moans rising from Allison's throat. "Get her down here on the floor while I catch my breath."

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Through four decades of life, Allison Murphy thought she'd experienced everything and served every role a woman could. She had been a daughter, a wife and a mother. She had been a friend and a foe. She had made herself into a professional in her career field and somehow survived a divorce. For the first time in all those years however, Allison looked down at herself, at the way her naked legs were draped over the arms of a recliner, at the way her breasts flopped out over the cups of her mangled bra and at the way a stream of mucusy male cum oozed freely from her gaping cunt, and for the first time in her life Allison saw no humanity or moral good in herself, all she saw was a common, rudderless, weak and selfish whore.

Shielding her eyes from the light of reality that was steadily trying to infringe on her mental detachment, Allison looked down and could see the two boys kneeling side by side in the electric haze. Unable to move in her seat as he smaller of the two made his way closer, Allison braced herself, knowing she'd yelp at the slightest touch.

When Tony's fingertips finally pressed into the flesh of her upper arm, Allison could feel her head swoon to the point where she was on the verge of passing out. Even as Tony helped her out of the sweaty and depressed imprint of her seat and started too shepherd her to the center of the room, Allison could feel a disconcerting, dreamlike sensation washing through her every fiber.

Unable to even contemplate eye contact with either of the boys, Allison lowered her head and followed Tony's lead, first dropping down to her knees before collapsing into a spent heap on her left side. Somewhere along the way of easing to the floor, Allison could feel one of the boys working to unsnap the beige bra that had long ceased supporting her heavy breasts. When they finally had it free, Allison found herself now laying completely naked in the center of her own living room floor, her body pinched and raw, as what felt like a bucket Darrin's ejaculate sloshed endlessly between her cervical walls.

In the depths of Allison's mind, she felt as if she had just taken part in some sort of ritual sexual sacrifice and now stretched out on the soft and cool fauna of the carpet, she could only hope the two students were preparing her for proper burial. In her wildest dreams however, Allison would have had no clue what Tony and Darrin were about to do next.

Any hopes her two lovers were going to leave her there to rest on the floor were shattered when Tony removed his clothes and crouched down beside her. Being kissed tenderly, first on the shoulder then just below her right earlobe before his warm lips met hers, Allison felt an arctic chill ripple down her spine from such an intimate and caring moment in the otherwise abyss of debauchery the three souls in the room had fallen into. 

From the moment their two mouths melted together, Allison could clearly taste the essence of Darrin's manhood on Tony's breath as he wrestled his tongue across hers. 

"AAHHH... HHHH," Allison gasped out loud a few breaths later, peeling her lips away from his when she felt Tony's hand slide first over the sensitive and sagging pendulums of her breasts then glide over her belly until he was freely dipping his fingertips into the still sparkling, sperm filled pool of her vagina.

Focusing her eyes on Darrin seated slightly behind her, Allison lost herself in the young man's stoic, brown eyed gaze as he watched Tony remove a handful of his freshly deposited jizz from her cunt and brush it like war paint across her bosom and belly.

With no comprehension now of time and space, Allison felt helpless as Tony carefully turned her forward onto her stomach, before using his hands like a jack to work her up to her hands and knees.

Her ass raised high in the air, Allison let out a low gurgling howl when Tony eased up behind her and pierced his dick into the reservoir of goo remaining inside her just fucked pussy.

"He's going to do me just like Darrin did," Allison thought to herself, blind for the moment to the young boy's true intentions.

Just as Allison was beginning to enjoy the cadence of Tony's pelvic rhythm, the 18 year old college freshman inexplicably pulled his now glazed and slick wand free from her depths and allowed it to rest in the crack of her hiked ass. 

"Stick it back in me... Please Baby... Please Tony... Please stick it back in me ," Allison pleaded from her bent over position on the carpet.

"Oh... he will," Darrin laughed with a sober but imposing intent to his voice before nodding to his younger protégé to proceed.

"She wants you to stick it back in her Tony," Darrin dryly added, taking a strange but satisfying pride in watching Tony aim the head of his cum-smeared cock up to Allison's anus.

Biting her lower lip in preparedness of Tony re-entering her vagina, Allison yelped and trembled in shock when instead she felt the fleshy, blood gorged tip of his penis slip heartily inside her virgin rear.

"OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," she screamed incoherently into the rug, her entire head now supported on her folded forearms as Tony's cock bullishly slithered into her most private of parts.

So consumed by her efforts to keep from passing out from Tony's anal conquest, Allison completely lost sight of everything else in the world except for the ever expanding volcanic glow radiating out from her rectum. One of those oversights included the fact that Darrin was steadily recuperating as he watched Tony plunge and pillage her ass in front of him.

It wasn't until several minutes into Allison's anal deflowering that she felt Tony shudder and his entire weight topple down on her back that she sensed something had changed. Shamelessly perched on all fours, her ass raised like a bitch in heat, Allison tilted her chin towards her chest, just enough to get an upside down view between her and Tony's legs of Darrin kneeling behind his childhood friend, and in that instant, what Darrin was about to do to Tony etched itself in her mind forever.

"He's going to fuck Tony at the same time Tony's fucking me," Allison whispered.

The kinetic energy produced by such a carnal and awkward coupling made it nearly impossible for Allison to keep her balance on her hands and knees while at the same time fighting the urge to spontaneously combust when Tony's weight shifted behind her, causing his pulsing girth to burrow ever deeper into her tortured anal crevice.

Her imagination the only tool capable of picturing just how surreal and perverse the three person sexual train looked in the center of her own living room, Allison was forced to dig her hands into the rug a little deeper each time Darrin pressed down on top of Tony. The physics of their conjoined bodies taking its toll on Allison, she instinctively flared her arms and legs outwards as if she was swimming under the increasing deluge of passion.

Cowering beneath the boys, her body in a constant state of seizure from the exquisite trauma they were putting her through, Allison could feel the teardrops leaking from Tony's eyes bead between her shoulders and the diesel whine of his heartbeat against her bare back as he slowly collapsed on top of her.

Her mind racing, Allison pussy turned to liquod fire trying to imagine what the whole scene must have looked like for Darrin as he crouched above Tony, sending a shockwave through the younger boy's body each time he rammed his cock into his ass, which in turn, would cause Allison to quiver and writhe that much more on the floor beneath them both.

In the end, it all proved to be too much for Allison to shoulder. The non-stop thrashing mass of intertwined male gristle and bone pressing down on her back finally caused her stamina to give out. Dropping like a bag of wet cement to the floor, Allison winced when both boys instantly followed suit, in the process sandwiching Tony between Darrin's sweaty chest and her own back.

Blindly trapped under the weight with Tony's cock still buried to the hilt inside her ass, all Allison could do was lay there and listen to the sadistic aural choreography of her, Darrin and Tony's burdensome groans of sexual servitude. Within a minute of dropping flat to the floor, Allison could feel Tony's body strain first, then snap against her back an instant before a seemingly endless flow of rich seminal froth exploded deep into her intestines.

So overcome by her own pitiful desire, Allison laid there on her chest and grinded her crotch into the carpet below until the soft brown fibers were acting like a thousand little fingers against her swollen clitoris. Extending each of her arms out into a crude face down crucifixion-like pose on the floor, Allison humped and grated her pussy against the carpet as Tony's soothing cum splashed through the reddened and parched crevice of her anal sheath.

Tony already whimpering like a wounded animal on her back, Allison could also hear the telltale sounds coming from Darrin that we was about to cum as well. Out of the corner of her left eye, Allison could see the muscles in Darrin's bare foot flutter on the floor until his arch and heel shot off the ground at the moment of release.

"AAHHHHHHGGGOOOODDDDDDD YYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS," Darrin's throaty voice boomed through the old house, the vibrations of his savage grunts rippling through Tony's flesh until the Allison could somehow feel the seismic waves of Darrin's orgasm tingle on her own skin.

Feeling Tony's hands clench around her shoulders for support and his tear soaked face scrunched between her shoulder blades as Darrin emptied what was left of his lust into his young friend's ass, Allison strained to reach back with her right hand and wrapped it around Tony's before extending her lips up to kiss it as they endured together, Darrin's final push.

"SHHH... Baby... it's going to be OK," She whispered up to Tony with a macabre motherly softness, at the same time Darrin leaned forward in exhaustion, and kissed Allison and Tony's interlocked hands.

THE END... for now... 



Epiphany One



"Drinking isn't going to fill this empty space" thought Maxine disconsolately. Her mind, still starkly etched with the black despair that had shrouded her since yesterday, wandered from the dinginess of the bar in which she sat. Slow drowsy blues music filtered through cheap speakers above the bar, settling over her straight bourbon like a spider's web. Thick cigar smoke drifted in a hazy cloud past the faded Corona neon sign. 

Maxine thought back to yesterday, walking through the lush gardens near her home, revelling in the sunshine. Day empty, she had planned to do nothing but enjoy herself until Simon, her boyfriend, came home from work. 

She saw a couple, kissing passionately on a park bench, their kisses filled with the urgency of new love. With a wistful smile, she'd walked closer, remembering when she and Simon had been caught up in that empassioned yearning for each other. She looked back, watching their frantic caresses, and pulled out her mobile phone, just to call Simon and tell him how much she loved him.

As she held the ringing phone to her ear, a phone rang nearby. She stopped, listening to the tone as it screamed its shrill call. It was coming from the man on the bench's phone, and she watched as he grabbed it impatiently.

He held it to his ear, and said "Hello?"

She felt sick to the stomach, like a knife twisted against the bones of her chest. There was no mistaking that she'd heard his voice from the phone as well. Her mind couldn't deny that it was Simon she'd seen kissing the girl on the bench. The bastard.

"Look up." she'd said, voice a dead tone.

And he'd looked up, seeing her instantly. His eyes widened in surprise, a shocked expression that was almost cartoonishly amusing. He'd opened his mouth to explain, but by then she was running, tears streaming down her face.

And now she was here, composed but fragile as the frequent sips of liquor burned her tongue. There was no way she was going home tp Simon, and her eyes, puffy from crying, ached with the pain of her sorrow. A shadow fell over her, and without looking up, she held up her near empty glass for a refill.

"How about an ear instead of a drink?" she heard a man's voice say.

She looked up, confused that the old bartender could have such a strong, young voice. Instead of the grizzled, porty man who'd served her all night, a young man stood there, his expression a mixture of reserve and compassion. The gold light of the beer sign shone off the ring in his eyebrow. She tried to snap, but was too tired. "Why would I want an ear?"

"Well, " he said with a chuckle, "I could give you a foot, but it's not as good a listener as my ear." 

She smiled, taking a closer look at him. He couldn't have been more than about twenty-three, with blonde-dyed hair and soft brown eyes. The ring in his eyebrow shone with the barlight, and the black T-shirt he wore didn't cover the black tendrils of a tattoo, crawling out from under his sleeve.

"Well, I don't really want to talk about it. It's pretty personal."

He shrugs, still holding the enigmatic smile. "Okay, okay. But I don't think you should drink alone. No one drinks alone in Christov's bar!" he said the last sentence with his arms raised, as if delivering a biblical proclamation.

She tried to stay sad, but his good humour was infectious. He lifted the partition a few feet from her, and slipped under it with practised ease. Grabbing a bottle of Jim Beam, he poured her a fresh drink, then filled a tall glass with bourbon and coke for himself.

"Shouldn't you be working the bar?" she asked, a little surprised by this sudden attention.

"No, Jon's back now." he gestured with his head toward the end of the bar, and she saw the orignal barman serving the other drinkers at the bar. 

"Tell me, "she smiled " why did you call this Christov's bar? I've always known this place as Jimmy Blues, and I've been coming here for a year."

He laughed, his face erupting in mirth. "Oh, this is Jimmy Blues, but the owner's name is Christov." 

"That's a weird name for the owner of a blues bar."

"Well, I think it suits him. By the way, what's your name?"

"Maxine, but everyone calls me Max. And you?"

"Guess."

She frowned, looking at him carefully. "Harold Bathwater III."

His laugh filled the room, rising above the smoke and music. She surprised herself by laughing along with him, feeling his eyes on her in warm appraisal.

Just then, the old barman ambled over to their end of the bar. "Excuse me Chris, but we've got a problem."

"Sure, no worries Jon." He turned to her and smiled. "Don't run away please, Max. I'll be right back."

She stared after him as he followed Jon to a table in the back, where some young guys were too drunk to be quiet. They joked and shouted at other customers, and when Chris wandered over, they greeted him with alcoholic familiarity.

He sat down with them, and spoke so quietly that his voice was lost in the music. The young guys listened, then, almost like a flock of birds, sculled their drinks, grabbed their jackets and wandered out, calling out their goodbyes.

Chris followed them as far as Maxine's seat, then waved as they left. He sat down again, his soft brown eyes fixing on her again.

She tried to sound casual. "What was that about?"

"I told them I'd give then free drinks next time if they went home now. Bad for business to let them bother the other customers."

"So you're Christov?" she asked, surprised again.

His smile was tinged with modesty. "For you, just Chris."

He took a long sip of his bourbon and coke, lit a cigarette with a shiny silver Zippo, and looked at her, eyes sparkling with interest.

And so she told him about Simon, starting off hesitantly, then more confident as she saw compassion bloom in his eyes. He stayed silent while she spoke, smoking quietly, only reaching out to touch her hand when her eyes began welling up with tears.

When she had finished, she was surprised to find that she had curled her fingers into his, as if holding hands with a stranger was the most natural thing in the world. She thought to pull away, but she liked the warm security of his touch.

He blew a long stream of smoke from his nostrils, and smiled gently. "So what are you going to do?"

She hung her head. "I don't know. I love him, but I can't forgive that. Why? What do you think I should do?"

He laughed ruefully. "I can't give advice any more than I can take it. But Max, follow your heart. It's the best navigator you've got."

She smiled at him, feeling suddenly very drunk from all the bourbon. "What if my heart wanted to kiss you?"

Halfway through taking a sip, he coughed with surprise. She could tell he hadn't been expecting that. Composing himself, he tried to hide behind a smile. "I'd say that you would have kissed me by now."

Without a word, she leaned forward, pressing her soft lips against his in a tender kiss. He tasted of sweet bourbon and cigarettes,but she still kissed him, her mouth opening as the kiss became deeper.

His hands came up to cup her face, and he kissed her back, his lips forceful but not painful. 

In a flash, she was in his arms, her body sheltered in his embrace. Her fingers trailed up and down his back, and his hand tangled in her silky hair. He broke the kiss with a soft chuckle.

"Is that what your heart wants?"

Not trusting herself to speak, she picked up her wrinkled coat and handbag. She saw alarm in his eyes, and reached for his hand, entwining his fingers with hers.

"My heart wants more. Where do you live, Chris?"

He gestured towards the back of the bar, where a set of stairs led upwards. "Upstairs."

She pulled him towards the stairs, enjoying the feeling of being in charge again. He walked behind her, ignoring the glances of the regulars as he passed.

She walked up the stairs, stopping when she reached the landing above. His place was sparse, yet well-furnished. She turned to embrace him as he stepped onto the landing behind her. 

His lips pressed their warmth into her throat, and she felt the thrill of his kiss in her spine. Her body responded to his touch, arousal creeping along her veins. Pressing her body against his, she could tell he was being affected too.

She pulled his head from her neck, and fastened her lips to his, her tongue thrusting into his mouth. His arms wrapped around her. The feel of his kisses was dizzying., and the bulge in his pants was pressing into her groin, exciting her even more.

She slipped her hand between their bodies, running her fingers over the swollen mass of thick, hardened flesh beneath his faded jeans. His breathing quickened at her touch, and he kissed her with renewed vigour.

She pulled away from him, and lifted her blouse over her head in one smooth, fluid motion. Her breasts sprang into view, encased in a white, lacy bra. Throwing her shirt to the floor, she took his hand, placing it on her creamy, soft breast. 

"Touch me."

He stared down at her chest, his hand roaming the smooth curve of her body. Kneading her supple flesh, he twisted her nipple gently in his fingers, a look of childlike delight on his face. She moaned with the rising tide of sensation in her belly.

With a smile, he stepped closer to her again, his hand reaching behind her. Kissing her again, his fingers unsnapping the hooks of her bra. Sliding the straps off her shoulders, he pulled the flimsy garment off her body. Her breasts popped free, standing proudly from the flat plain of skin between her shoulders and her waist. With a moan of joy, he bent his head to her pink, hard nipple, taking it into his mouth.

She gasped at the touch of his warm, slippery tongue. He nibbled at her, his tongue gently circling her engorged flesh. He sucked her nipple, holding her trembling body to his hungry mouth. He moved to her other breast, one hand cupping it while the other ran across her buttocks. The molten haven of his mouth washed her in sensuous delight, and her eyes closed as she bathed in the sensations. She felt freed by his touch.

He kissed her navel, his mouth trailing down her belly. Reaching the waistband of her jeans, he pressed his mouth to her crotch through the fabric, drinking in the sweet aroma of her arousal. His fingers deftly unbuttoned her fly, unzipping her jeans.

Drawing her pants over her hips, he pulled them down to her ankles, helping when she stepped out of them. Pushing them aside, he kissed the white cotton covered area of her pubic bone, feeling her downy pubic hair under her panties. She reached down to his head, pushing his face lower until his lips pressed against the damp cotton between her thighs. Pushing a finger beneath the elastic of her underwear, he gently stroked her moist skin, rubbing her sensitive, erect clitoris with one fingertip. Her body tensed at his touch.

She felt her body warm to his touch. The moisture between her thighs spread as his rubbing continued. She pushed her own fingers into her panties, forcing them down her thighs and exposing the shadowy curls of her groin.

He pulled her underwear off her legs, then stood again. The night air caressed her nakedness, and she felt more drenched by her arousal than ever before. His kiss, soft yet filled with unrestrained passion, sent her spinning into a heavenly cloud of sensation. She kissed him with undistilled desire, tongue exploring his mouth. His fingers were warm on her ass, and the rough material of his jeans brushed her pubic hair.

She reached down, grabbing the edge of his shirt, and lifted it above his head. He lifted his arms from her body to let her draw his shirt from his body. Dropping the useless garment, her hands went to his crotch, unzipping his fly. Pushing her hand inside his pants, she felt his breathing quicken as her fingers wrapped around the thick, pulsing cylinder of flesh between his legs.

She drew it into view, looking down on the sight of her slim, girlish hand cradling the throbbing length of him. Straight and tingling with erectness, it filled her palm, soft skinned and near-bursting with readiness.

Her body reacted without conscious thought, her arousal in command now. She dropped to her knees, staring at his erection with a rapt expression of wonder. She slid her hand along its length as if stroking an animal squealing with joy as it jumped reflexively. "Oh my God' she breathed, then opened her mouth, taking the purple tip inside.

His head rolled back as she teased him. Her smooth tongue explored every crevasse and inch of him, revelling in the velvety smooth feeling in her mouth. The feeling of his thickened, tender manhood, gently stimulated by her mouth and hand, sent another wave of sexual excitement rushing to her loins.

Suddenly, he backed away, withdrawing from her mouth. She moaned involuntarily at his departure, trying to stand. His hand rested on her shoulder, and she stayed kneeling as he walked behind her.

She felt the press of his chest against her back, and leaned forward, raising her ass to the air. His hands gripped her hips, and she felt the insistent prod of his thick erection against her tender, moist lips.

Arching her back, she pushed back, her body smoothly enveloping his full length inside her. His gasp of pleasured surprise was lost in her throaty moan of erotic desire. His flesh burned a trail of hot lusty sensation through the inner walls of her body, every inch of his hardened flesh touching her. She shuddered, moaning with the intensity of the moment. 

He was fully inside her, his hips resting against the smooth, rounded globes of her buttocks. The warmth and tightness of her slippery canal drove him to heights of ecstasy, and he began thrusting, gentle yet determined as he moved within her.

Instantly, she felt her body go into overdrive. Her hands and feet clenched as white hot pleasure exploded in her belly, running down her silky smooth limbs and bursting from her fingertips. Her body, spasming and convulsing, squeezed him from the inside. He kept thrusting, not giving her a moment’s respite until he felt her orgasm peak. Her body froze in a long, drawn out arch of tensed muscle, and he forced himself as deep as possible, impaling her.