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Innocence

By: WFEATHER



6:35AM on a Thursday morning, and I was in a strange city for a conference. Granted, it was nice to get away from the office for a few days, but I certainly would have preferred to spend the time away from the office with my baby girl. 

By sheer luck, I had been given a hotel room overlooking a park with a large lake, connected by a short, narrow river to one of the Great Lakes in the distance. When I had noticed this scenery the night before, I knew that I should at least take a long walk in the morning, heading toward the lake, for it reminded me somewhat of one of the lakes near where I had grown up several decades earlier. 

As I crossed the street in front of the hotel, I had to admit to myself that the old woman at the coffee cart in the hotel lobby certainly knew how to make a powerful mint mocha. The slivers of chocolate she had included atop the whip cream only made the drink even better, and that simple, tasty addition almost – almost – made up for the fact that I was away from my precious Ember. 

At this early summertime hour, there were quite a few people in the park already. Most passersby were either biking or jogging, although I noticed an elderly couple strolling hand-in-hand in silence with that dignified romanticism often seen only in couples who have shared some forty or fifty years together. Around the lake, lone individuals and a few pairs of people were either fishing or preparing to fish, and I had to wonder what kinds of fish lived in this lake, and whether the city kept the lake stocked with fish in order to obtain more money by selling fishing licenses. 

I had never been particularly fond of fishing, finding it too slow and boring. My passion growing up had been auto racing, especially open-wheel racing, and that had been a keen interest for my entire life – an interest my baby girl did not really share but somehow tolerated. 

Ahead of me, just off the paved path and sitting on the grassy shore, a young girl captured my attention. Perhaps six years old with long sun-colored strands already cascading to mid-back, she sat with her father, each of them holding their fishing poles, chatting quietly. While there is indeed something special about seeing a girl (or a female of any age) in a dress, I was glad that she was not wearing a dress – after all, fishing can be a dirty activity, especially if one must first dig in the ground to obtain one's own bait. 

I made my way to a bench along the path just a little beyond the father and daughter, keeping clear of a rollerblading teenager clearly enjoying the first days of summer vacation. Sitting upon the bench, I looked northward toward the other side of the lake, to the shops and small restaurants beyond the northern edge of the park, thinking that I should explore that area so I could find a small gift for my sweet Ember. 

I thought fondly of my baby girl, and somewhat lamented the fact that she was no longer a "baby girl." The first year of college behind her, she was enjoying a week of relaxation at home before her summer job began. Unfortunately, I was missing part of that week, missing some key time together, just her and me – missing the simple things, like quiet chatter during dinner, a long drive into the countryside, watching one of her many DVDs together... 

A young man jogged past, and I was uncertain if the dog was leading him or if the dog was just accustomed to his pace, as there was virtually no slack in the leash as the dog ran ahead of him. 

In my mind's eye, I envisioned Ember sitting beside me, sipping a tall latte, her legs swinging slowly back and forth as we sat in silence, watching the activity around the lake... 

"Daddy!!! I got one!!!" 

The little girl's innocent enthusiasm drew me back to the present, and I saw the gentle flex of her fishing rod as something pulled on the bait. In the immediate area, the other fishers all turned and watched her as her father assisted her in reeling in her prize and ultimately setting it upon the grassy bank. Clearly, she had been fishing previously on more than a few occasions, for the sight of a fish out of water and impaled upon a hook did not seem to bother her at all, and her loud comments continued, enhancing her innocent enthusiasm, and it was clear from several glances at the surrounding fishers and passersby that they were not immune to her enthusiasm, her eagerness, her rapture. The utter joy in her eyes and in her smile was particularly enthralling, captivating, spellbinding. 

I watched for a few minutes more, then looked at my watch and realized that I needed to return to the hotel to prepare for the day at the conference. And as I left the lake behind me, the little girl's expressive voice seemed to follow me, causing my heart to ache.  

*****

I had not even shut off the engine when my baby girl emerged quickly from the house, and I had barely exited the car when she practically tackled me. The hug we shared was indeed enthusiastic, as was the giddiness emanating from my sweet Ember. 

"Do you have any plans for Sunday morning?" I asked, the sudden question clearly taking her by surprise. 

"No, Daddy," she admitted. "Did you have something in mind?" 

"I do," I replied, my hold tightening around her. "Early Sunday morning, let's do something different: Let's go fishing." 

Innocence



Innocence is such a sweet thing. It is that which gives us the ability to see only the beauty of the world and the purity. It is so lacking in our world that it now becomes a commodity- something people seek to buy and sell. It becomes porcelain, glass, put upon a shelf to keep it from breaking. Yet even in our desire to hold it, to keep it safe and untainted, there is a temptation that looms in the hearts of all. The temptation to defile it. 

* * *

I walked up the soft slope, relishing the feel of the soft grass beneath my feet, as my mind whirled with enraged thoughts and emotions. That my father, an illustrious duke in our land, would go ahead and marry some broad that was only out to have his money. Lady Gabriella Durham was her name and as much as she was beautiful and proper, it was all fake and pretentious. Miss Gabriella with her long dark hair and icy eyes, her proper manners and her beautiful dresses. My child's eyes were jealous and sad. I promptly sat down beneath the shade of an ancient willow tree, fiddling with my white skirts. Shading my green eyes, I looked up to the sky and heaved a sigh of resignation. I'm sure she is not that bad but... My eyes welled up with tears at my thoughts. Father had forgotten that today was my eighteenth birthday. As I leaned back I closed my eyes and tried not to cry. 

As I lay there, I heard a low keening noise, just behind the bushes that rose up beside the tree I sat at. It stopped for a minute, and then came again, except more as a mewling. Startled and a little concerned, I pushed away from the tree, the back of my pristine skirts covered in bark and grass, and moved towards the bushes. As I glanced over them, I saw a small form laying on the ground, a tiny tail flicking back and forth. Alarmed at the sounds coming from the small creature, I quickly climbed through the bushes, tearing my skirts a little. As I came closer to it, I quickly distinguished the small, pointed ears, the slanted eyes and pert little nose. It was a kitten. I knelt down next to it, looking at its body quickly.

I noticed a nick on its hind leg and a few scratches, perhaps from a bigger cat, covering its torso. Without even a thought for my personal appearance or reputation, I ripped off a couple inches of the hemline, exposing my ankles and dabbed at the poor creature's bloodied body. I picked up the kitten in my arms and he lifted his tiny head to look warily at me. Though he must have deemed me a friend because he laid his head back down and fell asleep. 

I hurried back to my horse, placing the tiny creature in my bag that I brought with me and slowly plodding home, so as not to jar him. Leaving my horse with the stable boy I rushed into the house to the housekeeper.

"Mrs. Stone!" 

"Miss Kayli, whatever is the matter?" Mrs. Stone asked in her motherly voice. I loved Mrs. Stone as much as I could a mother, if I had one. I pulled out my kitten and held him up to her.

"Good heavens!" she gasped, a hand going to her ample bosom, "the poor thing looks ready to keel over. Give him to me, I will take care of him."

I nodded, handing the little black and grey kitten to Mrs. Stone. As I turned to leave, I heard a loud wail come from the kitten. I turned back and he was looking at me with the saddest eyes. I walked back over, giving him a pat on the head and small kiss, "I'll be back soon my little friend."

He seemed oddly content by my actions and let himself be pampered by the housekeeper. I ran to my father's study, pushing the door open, and freezing at the sight before me. My father sat in his chair, his dark head thrown back, sweat glistening off his forehead, his face a deep red. But that was not what shocked me. His trousers were pushed down to his hips, his cock jutting straight up. I had seen one before when my brother and I bathed when we were younger, but never had it been like that. My eyes were transfixed with horror and fascination as his hand encircled his large member and slowly pumped up and down. He opened his mouth and moaned softly.

"Oh, Gabriella. Mmmm," My eyes widened as I realized that my father was doing what my friend's called masturbation. A gasp slipped from my lips, and he jerked his head to look at me. His icy blue eyes widened but he didn't stop. He kept pumping on his straining cock until a white substance exploded from the end. I ran out of the room as I heard him call my name. 

"Kayli!" But I didn't stop.

* * *

A few days had passed since the incident in my father's study and it was obvious to everyone that something had happened, because tensions were still running high in our household. I couldn't look at my father without think about him jerking off and my rosy cheeks always gave me away. My father on the other hand, didn't treat me the same as he used to. He was distant and cold when dealing with me. My poor brother was so confused. 

However, I know things would return to normal soon so I went about my daily routines, and kept visiting my kitten friend, whom I had named Oliver. He seemed to get stronger everyday and Mrs. Stone loved having him around if only because he would chase the mice out of the kitchen. One day, I took Oliver out with me to the garden and sat on the grass as I watched him play with a beautiful monarch butterfly. He was so adorable; he had me laughing within minutes. Unfortunately, my father, who was still disgruntled over my intrusion of his activities the other day, walked out into the garden and balked. 

"What is this?!" His voice rumbled from behind me, startling a small gasp from my mouth. I jumped up and looked guiltily at him. 

"I-I-I f-found him the other day when I went out riding. I was coming to tell you but..." I broke off quickly realizing my sudden mistake. But what I had said had reminded him well enough and his handsome face grew red.

"I do not want my daughter playing with some stray! It could have fleas. Or some disease!" I wanted to argue with him, to tell him that nothing was wrong with my kitten. But the look on his face let me know there was no point in arguing.

"I'll take him back later father," I acquiesced. He looked sternly at me and commanded "now!"

I picked up the small kitten and tucked him under my arm, his small mews tugging on my heartstrings. I would not take him back to that peaceful place, if only because he had no one to take care of him. Instead I got on my horse and went to a small village, looking for a small hut that I had visited often.

"Kayli?" a young voice called from behind me. I turned and saw little Jenny Thompson, who looked up at me with her big brown eyes.

"Hey Jenny, hop on and I'll give you a ride home," I reached down and pulled the little girl up in front of me on my horse and took off for her house. When we reached it, I jumped down and lifted her off. As I bent over to put her down on the ground, an appreciative whistle sounded from behind me. I snapped back up and whipped around, scowling as I laid eyes on Jenny's father. 

"Jason." I said, the distaste not altogether gone from my tone. His blond brows furrowed slightly at my tone. Jenny looked between the two of us, momentarily concerned but I told her to go inside with her grandmother. As she disappeared inside the door, Jason turned back to me, his stare was cool.

"Kayli." He said slowly, as if he were testing the taste of my name on his tongue. I shuddered . 

"Here to screw over your mother and daughter again Jason? Or maybe your here because you've finally spent every last penny on your gambling." I crossed my arms over my chest and returned the cool stare. I hated nobles like Jason. He's let his only child and his mother live in poverty so he could spend it on liquor, women, and gambling. He was a pig.

"Still a bitch, eh?" He pushed me back firmly and pinned me to the ground. I began to beat on him, but he simply pinned my arms over my head. I glared defiantly at him.

"You know, its very unsafe for a young lady like you to travel without an escort," his finger caressed the side of my neck lightly before trailing down to the neckline of my gown and over the swell of my breasts. At that moment he hissed as a streak of black and grey flew at his hand. I realized then, that Oliver had come to my rescue and I quickly brought by fist to his nose, knocking him off me. As I stood up, grabbing Oliver in my arms, Ryn, came out of the house with Jenny. She looked quickly between myself and Jason and scowled.

"Get out! I never want to see you in my house again, you worthless cad," Ryn glared at her son, daring him to argue. Instead he glared hatefully at me and stalked off. As he passed by me, he whispered low "This isn't over."

I glared back before walking into the house with Oliver. Small furniture was scattered around the little cottage and I took a seat in a not so comfortable wooden seat by a roughly carved table. I placed Oliver on the floor, where he started to chase flies. Ryn and Jenny came to sit with me and Ryn looked at me with sad eyes.

"I am so sorry that he did that Kayli," I simply patted the older woman's hand.

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault he is an irresponsible reprobate." I said soothingly. I watched Oliver as he ran about the house and sighed sadly.

"I need to ask a favour of you." I explained about how I found Oliver and the fact that father didn't want him around. "The only thing is, I don't want to leave him alone. Would you take care of him?"

Ryn and Jenny nodded eagerly, as I had expected. I sat and talked a little while longer before leaving them with some silver and a fond farewell for the kitten. I got back on my horse and went to the spot where I found Oliver. I sat back against the tree and sighed sadly. Every time I became attached to something, it always left. I closed my eyes and tried not to cry. Before I could even start getting emotional, a rustle in the bushes startled me. I looked and felt a small excitement.

"Oliver?!" maybe he'd come here because he wanted to stay with me. However instead of a small kitten appearing through the bushes, an arrow whistled through catching the shoulder of my gown. I screamed and tried to roll away but it was then I felt pain bloom up through my arm. Another arrow had whistled by, catching my actual shoulder this time and piercing right through. Bright red erupted from the wound, soaking my gown in a morbid depiction of a flower, the arrow its centre. 

"Oh my, did I get you?" a mocking voice asked as a shadowy figure came through the trees. The man knelt in front of me and I gasped as I realized it was Jason.

"You... you bastard!" I yelled and tried to struggle. My breath hitched as the arrow shifted in my arm. He laughed in my face and shook his head.

"Poor bitch. You're at my mercy and you still can't show me any respect. Well we'll have to rectify that." He pulled back and slapped me hard, my head cracking against the tree trunk. I groaned.

"Ah silence. It's a beautiful thing from that mouth of yours..." He paused and looked at my mouth with a great deal of consideration. Then he lowered himself onto me and viciously began kissing me, biting my lips. I tried pushing him away but the pain in my arm was too much to bear. However, when he shoved my neckline down and began fondling my breasts I renewed my resistance. He just laughed at my weak attempts, pushing my arms away. When his mouth left mine, I started cursing him to oblivion. At least until his mouth closed over one of my nipples.

"NO!!!" I cried, "Stop that! Don't."

"I'm sorry," he said, insincerity dripping from his mouth. He bit down on my nipple, causing me to cry out, "did that hurt?"

"You... you ass! I hope you die!" my insults were becoming weaker as my vision started to fade. My arm hurt so much, but not enough to overcome the feeling of his mouth on my breasts. As I began to fade, I whispered quietly, "this is so wrong."

However Jason was not so willing to let me experience this humiliation while unconscious. He stood up, glaring at my prone form and reached over to wrap his hand around the arrow imbedded in my shoulder. With a cruel smile, he jerked the arrow from my arm. The scream that was torn from my lips echoed in the forest around them. 

"Didn't think you'd get away that easily did you?" he asked snidely, glaring into my dazed eyes. He began to pull down his trousers and I renewed my fight, trying to escape. But he merely slammed my head against the tree trunk, slipping his dick between my lips as I gasped. I choked as he rammed his cock cruelly against the back of my throat.

"Hm, not so tough now are you, you little slut," He cast a maniacal grin at me as I glared back up at him. He pulled out of my mouth and rammed it right back in, but this time, as his cock hit the back of my throat, I bit down. He yelled loudly, pulling himself out of my mouth and then backhanding me.

"You fucking whore!" Jason grabbed my hair and jerked me up to look at his hateful eyes. I spat in his face and he slapped me again, sending me sprawling to the dirt. I tried to push myself back up but I felt him lay his weight on top of me, his fingers creeping up my leg, dragging my skirt up. I bucked and lashed about but he would not be swayed. His finger crept up between my legs and I felt him flick it along my cleft. 

"No, don't do that! Dear God, Jason, stop it!! Please!" I cried out as one slim finger slid through the lips of my labia and flicked over my clit. A moan began to erupt at the new sensations that overtook me but I bit my lip and cursed my traitorous body. Still, his steady ministrations to my body at me writhing beneath him, moaning my ecstasy while he continued to roll his finger around my most sensitive area. 

"Well, well, well. It looks as if someone is enjoying herself," he whispered snidely in my ear. 

"I'd rather die than enjoy this!" I snapped back. Growling fiercely, he pulled his finger away from my clit and pulled my hips towards him.

"Fine," he snapped. I could feel him opening the lips of my pussy and putting his hard cock right at my centre.

"NO! NO!" I screamed as he rammed himself inside, brutally tearing my virginity. He didn't stop though. He continued to pump himself in and out of me, his prick rubbing irritatingly at the raw skin and tearing me apart. Tears began to roll down my face as I begged him to stop hurting me. Instead he reached forward and grabbed my breasts, rubbing them roughly and biting my back. 

"Mmm yes, Kayli. Such a nice tight cunt you have here." I closed my eyes against his embarrassing words but it only served to heighten the sensations I felt. He kept thrusting against me, his balls slapping against me. I felt him start to tense behind me and with one last thrust, I felt him empty his hot seed deep into my womb. He pulled out, a string of his sticky cum connecting his dick to my pussy. I slumped over, tired and weak physically and emotionally. He quickly stood up and did up his pants. As he knelt by me, he gave me a slap on the ass and threatened, "we'll do this again sometime."

When he left, I was too tired to move and fell asleep in my own blood and his cum.



Innocence



Ariel the papergirl hadn't stayed away for long. She had met Ryan just the morning before, on the day after Thanksgiving. Marie, his sister, had a house on Ariel's route, and he was staying there. He'd been alone that morning, and he'd invited Ariel inside when she came by to deliver the paper. He seduced her, but she had let him. It was her first time, and though she'd loved it, it had terrified her. She wanted to come back and do it again, but she was still so scared and shy.

When she finally found the courage to show back up at the house, she didn't know how to get Ryan's attention. His wife might be there now, and from the cars in the driveway, it was obvious that at least somebody was there with him. Probably a few people. But she had given her parents an excuse for leaving the house that night, and if she came back too soon, there would be a lot of explaining why, which she just wasn't ready for. So the tiny, 19 year-old blonde beauty stayed outside Marie's house, looking at the glow of closed window shades, trying to hear something that might tell her more about the only man who'd ever filled her with hard flesh and hot seed.

The real reason she hung around wasn't her parents, though. It was because her body ached for more.

It was about forty minutes later when Ariel had talked herself into giving up and just going back home. It was the holiday weekend, after all. Muffled voices from inside proved to her that Ryan wasn't by himself, and so there was no way for her to see him again. It saddened her deeply, because he would be flying back home soon, back to his life, and she would be left back in hers without him, half a continent away. Sure he was an older man, almost thirty years old, but he was the only man she'd ever had. And right now the only one she ever thought she'd want.

She had just turned her back on the house when the hum and rattle of the automatic garage door broke the silence of the chilly Nevada night. Ariel hid behind a car parked at the end of Marie's driveway and hoped whoever was coming out wasn't doing so to use that car.

She heard footsteps coming toward her, and before she could think to hide or run, she looked up and saw Ryan carrying a bag of trash toward the garbage can at the curb just feet away. He didn't see her until he'd deposited it, turned around, and--

"Ariel!" he whispered in surprise. 

He looked around, seeming more nervous than even she. But after seeing nobody, he relaxed and came toward her. Neither needed to speak. They both knew what the other wanted. Ryan took her hand and led her quietly up the driveway, into the one-car garage. Marie's red Charger was in there, filling most of the space. Ryan closed the garage door, then after briefly going into the house to check on "the others", Ryan came back to Ariel in the garage and told her everything would be all right. The others were going to bed.

He found a welcome mat, dropped it on the floor before him, then unfastened his pants, letting them drop to his ankles. She took the hint and lowered herself to her knees on the mat. She gently and slowly grasped his big, heavy cock and touched it to her face, warming herself with the heat, feeling it grow hard against her. She nuzzled her nose into his sack, then stuck out her tongue and licked at the two great, heavy balls. Soon she was sucking them, slowly but hard. She placed one hand on his ass, and used the other to gently stroke him. The garage was dead silent, so all she could hear were his soft moans and the wet sounds she made with her mouth against him.

He put a hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair.

The first time she'd sucked his cock, Ariel had gone more than ten minutes. This time she spent that long just sucking his balls. Ryan's cock produced so much pre-cum that it had dripped down his shaft and rubbed off onto her nose, lips, or forehead as she teased and gulped at his testicles. And thanks to her additional hand-job, his cock was completely coated in the pre-cum by the time she licked and then wrapped her lips around it.

She felt talented and inexperienced at the same time. Her sucking method, like before, was peculiar but mind-blowing. It was more like she was kissing him, heavy on a swirling tongue, than she was sucking. She didn't bob her head, but moved it back and forth on him slowly. And there was the occasional scrape of her teeth, but she was so gentle it tickled him more than anything, heightening Ryan's pleasure. Her lips and tongue were also very wet. Saliva dripped from her chin and his shaft steadily. Ryan had only experienced that before with very wild blow-jobs, but Ariel was so slow and gentle and yet producing the same effect.

She made little cooing noises as she sucked, letting him know that she was enjoying this, too, and not just going through the motions. Even wilder than that was that she never took her lips off of him, not to take a breath or even to just give him a lick. Ariel had her lips fused to his cock the whole time. It was the second blow-job she'd ever given, and Ryan had gotten so many he'd lost count, but this was the first one he could describe as perfect. That was saying a lot, because his wife, Melanie, was excellent at giving head. Little Ariel, however, sucked him in such a way that gave him the most pleasure possible. She kept him at the edge without pushing him over. And as he urged her on with the obligatory gasps of "Yes, baby", "Oh God", and "Fuck, that feels so good", she kept it up for an astonishing forty minutes.

Though Ryan's pleasure was at the forefront of her mind, Ariel was getting off on sucking him this way, too. He tasted so strong and masculine, but it was the soft yet rigid sensation of his cock that she hungered for most. It just felt right in her mouth, and her tongued seemed to know exactly what to do all on its own, and so she let it. As she stimulated him, it was his erection that stimulated her right back. She had several mini-orgasms just making love to his penis with her mouth. She felt her own wetness eventually drip down her thighs.

By the time she released him, Ryan's body had been so tense for so long that he literally crumpled to the garage floor just to catch his breath and regain some strength. The only part of him that didn't feel weak was, somehow, his cock, which still strained as much as it had when Ariel first placed her mouth on it almost an hour ago. And it was straining for even more attention.

Sitting up on his elbows on the cold floor, Ryan pulled Ariel on top of him. He helped her off with her shirt and bra and directed his cock between her tiny breasts. Already well-lubed from the blow-job, he stroked himself against her A-cups. Being so small, this was not the best titty-fuck Ryan had ever had, but it was enough to get him moaning. And soon his hands were taking over, guiding her head back down to his crotch, desperate for the sensation of her tongue on him again. She nibbled at his head, then sucked him, really bobbing this time. Of course, this time he was guiding her with his hands on the back of her head. Together they picked up speed and depth, until soon he was fucking her face at a rapid pace, and he was drilling into her tiny, tight little throat. Ariel gagged and coughed, but she didn't stop.

Ryan was ready to cum, and he would've love nothing more than to shoot off into that warm, wet mouth of hers, but he wanted this to last, and with the Thanksgiving vacation ending soon, he knew if he didn't fuck her tonight, he might never get the chance again.

He reluctantly let her up, then picked her up and practically dropped her on the hood of Marie's Charger. He took off her shoes, socks, and pants. His cock raged the whole time. He rubbed it against her thigh once her pants were off, then after ripping her panties away, rubbed it against her bushy little pussy. She spread her legs wide for him, and he pulled her down to the edge of the hood so he could enter her. They were both so wet that he slid rather quickly considering how impossibly tight she was. 

Once inside, Ryan could barely move. He waited for her to adjust to him, leaning over and kissing her, playing with her nipples, running his hands all over her, but not pumping. When she was ready, she started grinding her hips, but Ryan quickly took over. Ariel was just too tight and hot and wet. Grunting, he fucked her quickly and hard, getting in ten strokes more than he thought possible, and then another twenty. He knew he'd cum any second. Ariel whispered to him as she watched his face contort with pleasure, but he couldn't hear her. He grabbed her thighs, lifted and spread them, and pounded away into the 19 year old box. She was so small, under 5 foot and 90 pounds, that he imagined his big cock must have reached her stomach each time he drove home.

She reacted with desperate gasps and by clawing at the hood of the shaking and even squeaking car. She bit her lower lip, and her tiny tits jiggled. Her mouth continued to whisper words to Ryan that he couldn't hear over his own heavy breathing. Finally she put a hand to her clit and attacked it, arched her back on the hood of the car, and sucked in deep breaths as she tried to make herself climax.

Ryan beat her to it. He growled and barked as he slammed into her a few last times before pulling out and jerking himself off over her pussy. One, two, then three thick ropes of white cum spit all the way to her forehead and left a fully connected, intertwining trail down her neck, across her breasts, over her flat tummy, and ending in the furry bush hiding her engorged clit. Two of the streams landed over both her eyebrows and eyelids, ran down either side of her nose, and crossed at her lips. One of them started in her hair over her left ear and ran down her cheek. 

A burst of sperm droplets followed, covering all the areas in between from her head to her hips. Ryan was screaming through clenched teeth the whole time, his fist tight on his cock as it spewed ninety-minute's worth of built up spunk. He came for so long that some of his jizz had run along Ariel's ribs and dribbled down the hood of the Charger while he was still spewing.

The whole time the cum was raining down on her, Ariel reacted as if she didn't even know it was happening. Still rubbing furiously at her clit, Ariel's hand and forearm were also covered with cum, but she needed her own climax, and the sperm shower she'd just gotten wasn't about to slow her down. She wasn't exactly close to orgasm--being fucked on the hood of the car had been fun but also painful as her sweaty skin kept sticking to and pulling at the metal, but she was afraid if she stopped touching herself now she might never get back to this point. She tensed her body, then used the cum on her fingers to lube her clit. She looked to Ryan one last time before closing her eyes, and saw that he was still jerking himself, though no longer shooting cum.

But...Oh God.

There was something else she'd seen. Ariel opened her eyes back up and looked over Ryan's shoulder. No sooner had she identified the woman standing there as Melanie, Ryan's wife, when Melanie finally announced her presence.

"What the fuck is this?" She sounded pissed but she wasn't screaming. Probably didn't want to alert the others in the house. Ariel adored her for that, even though she expected this woman to tear her life apart at any second.

Ryan jumped back and turned around, fumbling to form words and not able to take his eyes off his wife's accusing glare. Not that words would have helped. Though Ryan was tall and well built, and Melanie was only a couple inches taller and a few pounds heavier than tiny Ariel, Melanie was suddenly the most imposing woman either of them had ever seen. Ryan cowered like a dog with its tail between its legs. Ariel simply felt awful, guilty, and wished herself dead. She hadn't even considered what would happen when her parents found out. Being caught with another woman's man was terrible enough. She couldn't believe she'd let herself do this. She'd never forgive herself.

Ryan was still trying to get out his first word when Ariel started crying out apologies. The tears were there so fast it was as if her eyes had burst open like water balloons.

"I'm so sorry! Oh God, I'm so sorry!"

Melanie ignored Ariel and fixed her eyes on Ryan. She chewed him out, saying she knew he was scum but she never thought he was so bad that he had to go after children.

Stupidly, Ryan's first words to come out were to correct Melanie and tell her that Ariel wasn't a child; she was nineteen.

That only set off Melanie again, and she attacked him with a barrage of insults and threats. Ryan learned his lesson, shut up, and lowered his head, just taking it. Ariel covered her face with her hands, still crying but too overwhelmed to move. Her cum-covered body was still splayed out on the hood of the Charger. If she hadn't felt so terrible, she might have thought to cover herself.

Melanie sent Ryan away, throwing his pants at him as he left the garage and into the house. Ryan closed the door behind him. Ariel couldn't hear what they'd said as they'd parted because her own sobs were too loud. Yet as soon as Ryan was gone, Ariel managed to stop herself from crying. She knew that it was her turn to face what was coming to her, and it was only fair that she give Melanie her undivided attention.

But when Ariel's eyes focused through her tears, she saw Melanie come at her not with a fist or an insult but a box of Kleenex.

"Don't let him make you feel this way," she said. She took a wad of Kleenex and wiped at Ariel's eyes with them. "I know this wasn't your fault, Ariel."

Being recognized almost made Ariel feel worse. She had met Melanie briefly a few times before, but had hoped the connection wouldn't be made. Yet Melanie wasn't diminishing her, and odd as that was, it helped.

"I'm sorry I called you a child. I know you're not."

Ariel pleaded apologies again.

"You made a mistake. That's okay. But I know how Ryan can be. And I know how you are." Melanie looked down at Ariel frankly. "This wasn't your idea, was it?"

Ariel answered by explaining how she'd met Ryan. She didn't think her answer would help her own skin, but she wanted Melanie to know the truth. When she was done, she added that she didn't know why she did this because she knew it was wrong, and she apologized for ruining Melanie's marriage.

But Melanie smiled, sat down on the hood of the car beside her, and shook her head.

"You didn't ruin anything, Ariel. Ryan has cheated on me before, and he will again. And I've cheated on him. Many times. We both know we do it, but we don't talk about it. I know it's weird, but that's just how our marriage works."

"But you were so mad at him..."

"Because he shouldn't have done it with you. I know you're inexperienced. You're innocent. And Ryan is a great lover, but he's not the kind of guy you should have as your first."

"He was good to me."

Melanie shook her head. "Not from what I saw. I was there long enough to hear you telling him you wanted him to lick you, and then that you wanted to cum. And if I could hear it, then he should have, but he was selfish. He didn't mean it, but he was using you, Ariel. And that was what made me mad. Well, that and the fact that he was stupid enough to get caught. If I don't see it, that's one thing..."

"He was nice to me the first time," Ariel said quietly, not sure why she was defending Ryan, because Melanie was right. Ryan had been selfish. She'd sucked him for so long, and all he wanted was more. And when he fucked her, he paid no attention to her needs. He came all over her without giving her pleasure a second thought. She didn't want to admit it at the time, but she had felt used. And Melanie understood completely.

"It's easy to get attached to your first lover," Melanie said, now stroking her fingers through Ariel's blonde curls. "But that makes it easy for them to take advantage if they don't care enough or understand."

Ariel nodded. She still had a swarm of butterflies in her tummy, but her tears had dried up, and she actually felt really good. She loved Melanie for being so kind and understanding, because whether Ryan was allowed to cheat or not, Ariel didn't feel she deserved such nice treatment. There was no reason for Melanie to care. It was just who she was.

"Does the cum bother you?" Melanie said, looking softly into Ariel's eyes, still stroking her hair.

Ariel sat up a little on her elbows and looked down over herself. The cum was literally everywhere. "Yeah, I guess I should go."

"No," Melanie said, putting a hand on Ariel's chest, touching cum. "You don't have to go. I just wanted to know if you wanted me to clean you up. Some girls don't like having sperm all over them."

Ariel wasn't sure what to say. No, the cum didn't bother her. It was actually still a little warm, and now that she didn't fear for her life, the sensation of it all over her was making her a little wet. But obviously it was time for her to go now, so of course she wanted to clean it up.

"I don't mind it. But you don't have to help me clean up. I can do it."

Melanie ran her hand from Ariel's chest to the side of her breast, her fingertips just missing Ariel's nipple. Cum smeared in her hands' wake. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" she asked.

Ariel followed Melanie's eyes to her own bushy vagina. Before she could ask what Melanie meant, she knew. She just couldn't believe it.

"Do you still want to cum?"

Melanie ran her fingers through the cum on Ariel's body, moving down her side and then over her hips, stopping with a fingertip directly on Ariel's clit. Ariel stiffened with pleasure. It felt so good, having pressure there from another person, that Ariel didn't care that it was a woman. Melanie had been so good to her thus far, and now she was offering to help where Ryan hadn't. It didn't seem gay. Just one woman helping another.

Ariel took a deep breath. She felt her nipples growing hard. She didn't think she'd last long anyway, so why not? "Yes..."

Melanie began rubbing Ariel's clit, first with just a delicate finger, than with a rougher hand. Ariel spread her thighs and closed her eyes, trying to reach climax as soon as possible so she could get out of Melanie's way. The woman had done so much for her already, she didn't want to burden her. But Ariel couldn't ignore how good Melanie's touch felt, either, and how much she wanted it to last.

"Does that feel good?" Melanie asked.

"Mmmm, yes," Ariel replied.

"Are you close to cumming?"

Ariel felt good, but not that good, and the shake-up from earlier had definitely hurt her drive. "No, not yet. I'm sorry."

"That's okay. You don't have to be close. I can make this last, if you want. How long did you suck him?" Ariel wasn't sure, but she told Melanie when they'd started up, which, she was surprised to find, had been almost two hours ago.

"My God," Melanie gasped. "You're a very special young woman. Ryan definitely doesn't deserve you."

Ariel said nothing.

"I can try to make you last that long. Do you want that?"

Ariel bit her lip, her eyes still closed. "Yeah..."

Melanie rubbed Ariel's clit for several minutes, alternating speed, pressure, and occasionally dipping her fingers in cum to lube up. It all worked up Ariel into an area she'd never reached before, even during that first time with Ryan. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and she didn't want it to stop. She grabbed Melanie's arm tight with both hands as a signal to keep going.

"Oh God," Ariel gasped. "Oh my--" and then she was cut off by a slow, soft kiss that came out of nowhere but was easily welcomed. Ariel's first instinct would have been to open her eyes in shock if she hadn't already been fantasizing about the kiss, and so when she got what she wanted, she was more than ready to kiss back. It was a lover's kiss, soft and sweet, tongues making love instead of wrestling, lips molding together instead of smacking. Ariel tasted Ryan's cum from her own lips, and became thrilled at the knowledge that Melanie must have tasted it, too.




Innocence



Melanie stopped frigging Ariel's clit and dipped a finger inside the young girl's pussy, fucking her tight, wet box deep and slow. Ariel's ultra strong muscles gripped her finger, locking her inside and sucking her all the way in to the last knuckle.

They moaned together.

Melanie ran her hand through Ariel's hair more urgently, holding the girl's head and pulling her deeper into the kiss. Ariel reached around Melanie's body and held her. She ran her hands up and down along Melanie's back.

When Melanie finally broke the kiss, the women's lips parted as if in ultra slow motion. But their eyes locked, wide and disbelieving and excited. Ariel tried to pull Melanie back for another kiss, but Melanie evaded, going instead for the girl's cheek where her husband's cum clung in thick droplets. Melanie licked the cum up slowly, making the movement of her tongue on Ariel's cheek lingering and sensual.

"He tastes good, doesn't he?" Melanie said. "Did you take it in your mouth...before?"

Ariel nodded. "I liked it," she said, barely a whisper.

Melanie pulled her finger out from Ariel's pussy and brought it to her mouth. She licked her finger, tasting.

"I think you taste even better," Melanie said. She offered her finger to Ariel, who took it and sucked like a baby on a nipple. When Melanie pulled it away, the women shared another, brief kiss. Then Melanie asked, "Can I taste more?"

Ariel nodded, holding her breath. Melanie ran her hands down across Ariel's breasts and tummy, rubbing and smearing all of Ryan's spunk into her soft, white skin. Melanie followed with her lips, making her way down with gentle kisses on Ariel's little breasts, then between them, all the way down to her belly button where a small pool of cum had collected. Melanie slurped it out quietly, then moved further south until her lips entered the curly patch of Ariel's blonde, cum-soaked pubic hair.

Melanie made as if the cum was a feast, and she was starving. She sucked and slurped at the cum, but was careful not to touch Ariel's clit too much or too directly. She didn't want the little beauty climaxing. Not yet. Not for a long time. Once the girl's bush had been cleaned of jizz, Melanie dipped lower, bumped her nose against Ariel's clit, and then slid her tongue forward, forcing into Ariel's cunt. She smelled and tasted so fresh and delicious that Melanie lost control for a moment and began eating her out fast and hard. She stopped only when Ariel called out in pleasure, remembering then that this needed to last. But teasing Ariel's mouth-watering pussy was as much torture for Melanie as it was for Ariel, because all Melanie wanted to do was dive in.

"My God, Ariel," Melanie said with her lips pressed flush to Ariel's pussy. "You have the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted. My God. My God!"

And Melanie meant it, too. She could barely contain herself. Not only did the little cunt taste great, but it was so smooth and soft, like a rare, priceless fruit. Melanie didn't mind the little blonde bush, but she knew if Ariel shaved herself bare, she'd be even more of a treat. Melanie was only 25, but she wondered if Ariel seemed so amazing because her pussy was six years younger than her, and Melanie had never had a lover that much younger before. But that didn't seem likely. If every nineteen year old girl had a pussy this outstanding, Melanie would have known about it before now.

Ariel had never thought pleasure of this magnitude was even possible. The tongue in her vagina triggered a throbbing Heaven that swarmed throughout her entire body, all the way down to the tips of her toes. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She arched her back and pushed her hips to Melanie's face. But the sticky hood of the car was still causing some discomfort. Ariel almost didn't want to move, because if she got more comfortable, she might orgasm and the night would end soon after. But as much pleasure as she was getting, the young girl was eager for more, more, more.

"Can we go somewhere...softer?" Ariel gasped.

Melanie's only verbal response was an excited moan, but her physical response was much more complete. She pried her mouth from between Ariel's legs, then threw herself on top of the girl, kissing her full and hard and hugging her arms around her. Ariel kissed and hugged her back, and during this embrace Melanie began to pull Ariel up off the hood, first getting her to her feet, then awkwardly walking her to the back door of the car. She threw the door open, let the naked Ariel fall in across the backseat, then began tearing off her own clothes.

Melanie couldn't believe what she was feeling. She'd had sex with other women before, but doing this with Ariel made those other experiences feel almost routine. Melanie was shaking with the pent up sexual need and the excitement and the fear as if this was her first time, and though she couldn't understand why Ariel was making her feel this way, she absolutely loved it. She couldn't recall ever being so sexually primed before. She'd always been the one in control, and though even now she was still the aggressor, Melanie's head was clearly being led by her body. The seconds it took her to tear off her shirt and bra were torture. She needed to touch Ariel so badly that she grabbed the young girl's beautiful little foot with one hand and licked it while her other hand tugged at her own pants.

When she was finally naked, Melanie felt cold because of the air around her, but she was sweating from the rushed effort, and as soon as climbed in the back seat a sudden fire enveloped her. While Ariel had waited, she'd been stretching like a cat, twisting and turning in sexual hunger, frustration, and need. But as soon as Melanie was on top of her, the women hugged with fervor. Their hands searched everywhere, never as satisfied with where they were as where they could be.

They made out with more enthusiasm then even the most passionate of teenage lovers. Melanie fed off Ariel's ears, neck, and then her small breasts, worshipping them with her mouth and wetting them with her saliva. She hooked her toes around the handle of the open door and pulled it shut, trapping them in the car but giving herself a platform on which to plant her feet as she pushed up and offered her own small breasts to Ariel.

Taking another woman's breast between her lips should have been a major moment for Ariel, and in a way it was. She thought nothing of the taboo aspect of the act, but was overwhelmed by how right it felt and was surprised at how she seemed to feel the pleasure she was giving Melanie in her own body. The harder Ariel sucked Melanie's nipples, the more her own nipples and pussy throbbed. She humped her dripping crotch on Melanie's smooth thigh to feed this, but as good as it all felt, nothing was enough.

Melanie rubbed her own wet cunt against Ariel's narrow hips, but as good as that felt, the lips at her nipples were the greater cause of her ecstasy. Melanie's nipples had always been sensitive--she could climax from having them sucked--but the way they felt now was indescribable. The fire in her breasts had never been this intense. She should have reached orgasm long ago. But Ariel was somehow bringing the more experienced woman to levels she'd never known, and best of all, she was keeping her there.

Soon the car was shaking, squeaking, and the interior was fogging up so thickly that the women inside, if they'd bothered to look, wouldn't have been able to see through the windows. The humidity pouring from their own bodies made the girls' hair wet, and it clung to their faces or to each other as they kissed, licked, hugged, and humped.

They made love like this for too long; their bodies became tired from being so tense for such a long time, and they'd sweated themselves into dehydration. But they had no plans to stop, and maybe never would have if their clits hadn't bumped while they were switching thighs to hump. The sensation of feeling clit on clit was more than a spark; more like a transformer exploding, and suddenly their pussies were grinding together almost violently. Together they worked with all their energy toward reaching an orgasm so high and so pure that they were actually afraid of what would happen when it hit.

And then it did hit, overtaking Ariel a split second before Melanie. If their bodies had taken over before, now their bodies didn't even belong to them. The girls attacked each other and yet flailed about as if they were drowning and desperate to escape the car. There was no control over limbs, or even over the sounds they screamed at the top of their lungs. While Ariel momentarily forgot how to breathe, Melanie told herself that she wanted to kiss the young girl, but her brain was too overloaded to act.

After some time, a length of which neither girl would be able to recall, Melanie collapsed on Ariel, who lay limply beneath her new lover. They took their time catching their breath, but by the time they did, they'd fallen fast asleep.

Melanie had awoken to the sight of many lovers, but when she opened her eyes hours later and saw Ariel standing just outside the car getting dressed, there was something very, very different about it. Melanie had always been in control before. Even is she relinquished it, she was just playing a role. But she was always the one to reach reality first. She was always satisfied.

Tonight was different. She felt a chill that was more than the cool night air that had crept into the garage as she watched Ariel prepare to leave. And she saw the same feeling in Ariel's face and body language as she hesitated to put on her little bra and tiny panties. The sex had been everything and more, and yet for the first time it wasn't enough. Melanie didn't just want another round with Ariel. She wanted Ariel period, and could think of nothing else. 

It wasn't a need for pleasure, either, but as if Ariel was a piece of a puzzle, and Melanie could not exist without her. It was a feeling different than lust or love. It was a feeling of helplessness, of needing rescued. And because it was a feeling completely new to Melanie, it was total confusion. She panicked when she realized that Ariel wasn't just going home, but that Ariel's home was here, a thousand miles away from Melanie's home.

And Melanie wouldn't be able to take the girl with her.

Melanie got out of the car and approached Ariel slowly. "You don't have to go. You can stay with me tonight."

"I can't. My parents are already going to be mad at me. I have to get home. I should've been there three hours ago."

But as she said this, Ariel realized it didn't matter. She was in trouble one way or another. She'd have to lie, of course, but that meant she had to come up with a good enough story. She needed time for that. More importantly, she needed Melanie. She had to say no to this invitation, but she couldn't.

"If I stay," Ariel whispered, her mind racing through scenarios that shocked her, "can we forgive Ryan?"

Melanie immediately knew what Ariel was driving at. Ordinarily the prospect would've bothered her. But Melanie was so enamored with this young woman that the idea of giving her what she wanted, of pleasuring her in a new way, was beyond thrilling.

"For you?" Melanie said as she kissed Ariel softly on the lips. "Anything." 

FOR MORE STORIES featuring Ariel and Ryan, check out 'Papergirl'.

FOR MORE STORIES featuring Melanie, check out 'Melanie the Matchmaker 1 and 2', 'Caught in the Act', and 'Wrong Seat'.



Innocence



I had just gotten off the train from my work, and now I was standing outside of the station, waiting for my bus in the freezing cold. I wasn't overreacting; it was really cold. I was wearing a thick winter coat and gloves, but I wished I would have remembered to bring a scarf or something, because I could feel my face starting to hurt slightly from the cold wind.

Looking around the crowd, I still caught myself checking whether anyone was looking at me. But no one was. It was amazing how perfectly well I blended in these days. When I had first transitioned I had dyed my hair platinum blond, wanting to look as appealing as possible. But quickly, with some help from my friends, I'd realized that unfortunately that colour made me look like a mix between a bad barbie doll and a transsexual porn star. In other words, it didn't do much for me. A combination of dying my hair a warm colour of brown and dressing better now made me look like a rather attractive business woman (which suited my job well). It was almost too normal for my tastes, but I blended into a crowd perfectly, which was what I wanted, in the end.

As I looked around out of boredom some more, I noticed someone who was looking at me. It was a girl who didn't look older than about eighteen, and she looked away immediately when she saw me looking. For a moment my old habit of thinking she was 'onto me' came back, but I quickly realized this could never be the case. I looked at her again, curious, and when I saw she was looking at me again, I smiled at her. Her cheeks turned redder than they had already been from the cold, and she looked away once again. 

The girl had strawberry blond hair that was pulled back in a loose ponytail. Some strands of her hair were too short to fit in it, and were hanging around her face in a casual way. She was wearing a long, black coat to protect her from the cold, and red gloves and an evenly red scarf. Her face was slightly freckled, and her nose and cheeks were red from the cold. She was pretty, in a cute, naive kind of way.

I was a lesbian. This was perceived as strange by a lot of people, like transsexual women couldn't be lesbians. But I was, and I couldn't complain from the amount of attention I got from women. When I had gone to dyke bars a lot (something I didn't do a lot anymore, approaching my thirties - not that I felt old, but my career required I didn't go out every night at the moment) the reactions to my status hadn't always been positive because they weren't too fond of my penis. It had bothered me at first, setting me back from the initial confidence I had gotten from my new boobs and the effect of the hormones, but I had learned to find the right women. Mostly open minded bisexual women, and some lesbians, and when they didn't hate it, they usually loved it. Sometimes I still got rejected, but it was quite exciting to go home with someone and see how they'd react when I took off my clothes, rather than telling them in advance.

The girl was staring at me again, I could feel it. I glanced up at her and saw I had been right. She'd done it now. I was going to go up to her and talk to her. When I started to walk in her direction, I saw her looking at me slightly fearful, probably scared I was going to yell at her for staring at me or something. "Hello," I said in the kindest voice I could manage, as soon as I was standing next to her.

She looked up nervously. "Hey." She tried to act casual, as though she hadn't been looking at me. I wasn't going to let her get away with that. I probably wasn't going to get myself laid by doing this because the girl looked so utterly virginal and straight, but a girl could dream. It was almost embarrassing how attracted I was to her innocence. I was used to experienced, almost slutty women in their twenties. This was definitely something different.

"Would you like to go for some coffee?" I asked her, crossing my fingers in my pocket. Her eyes widened slightly at my blunt request, after not having spoken more than two words to each other.

"Co...coffee?" She asked. "Now?"

I nodded. "I'm waiting for my bus, but I can take the next one. So if you won't get into trouble by missing yours, it would be nice."

She thought about it for a moment, and I didn't expect her to say yes at all. But she did. "Alright..." She said hesitatingly. I could see she was wondering whether I was hitting on her. Well, it was quite obvious that people didn't ask a random stranger to have a drink with them to become friends.

"Great," I said. "There's a coffee place inside the station, we can go there."

She nodded and we walked into the station, to the coffee place. The silence that was between us wasn't particularly awkward. I was wondering whether the girl was really naive enough to think this was a friendly drink, or whether her accepting my invitation meant she was gay after all. The former one seemed more likely.

We settled down at a table in the corner, and I went to get us our coffees. When I returned to the table about two minutes later, she had taken off her coat and scarf. I couldn't help but let me eyes wander the parts of her that I hadn't been able to see before, underneath her coat. Her breasts weren't too big, but they were full and round and because of the cold, I could see two small nipples poke through her shirt a little bit. She probably didn't realize.

"So," I said, warming my hands on the coffee that was still too hot to drink. "I saw you were looking at me." It was fun making her shy. She blushed easily.

"Looking at you?" She tried to deny it. She misunderstood. She didn't realize I didn't mind her looking at me. "You were looking at me, you know."

I grinned. "Not until you were looking at me. But frankly, I'm glad you were looking at me because I might not have noticed you otherwise. I'm glad you did. I'm just curious why you were."

She nibbled on her lip for a moment, as if trying to figure out whether to lie or tell the truth. What came out of her mouth next, shocked me. It was more blunt than I would expect from her. I might have misjudged her. "I was looking at you, because I think you're attractive." Maybe she was allowing herself to be so blunt because she did realize this was more than friendly from my side, too. She saw the look of shock on my face, and for the first time, she smiled. "I'm not as naive as I look. Maybe a little bit, but I'm twenty, and I know what I like."

I hadn't thought she was twenty, but maybe it was a good thing. I shouldn't be attracted to eighteen year old girls. "Which is?"

"Beautiful women." She took a sip of her coffee. "Like you."

I didn't know what to say. I looked at her face and wanted to kiss her. "What's your name?" I asked, at least wanting to have the decency to know her name before doing anything. I knew by now that, no matter how unlikely it had seemed, something was going to happen, because I wanted her and I could tell she wanted me too.

"Sophie," she said quietly, going back to looking like the shy, quiet girl I had thought her to be. Maybe she was, after all. "What's yours?"

"Lara." There was a long silence. We were sipping our coffee, and giving each other looks. The longer I looked at her, the dirtier the thoughts in my head became. I wanted to fuck her, to spoil that beautiful innocence. It aroused me more than the thought of fucking a slutty woman who was in a bar looking for sex, ever had. I was also used to fucking girls like lesbians did it, with my fingers and my tongue, but I wanted to spread this virginal girl's legs and thrust my cock into her. I felt my pants get tighter, and knew that if I wanted to get her out of this public place, I should do it now or people would notice my erection as I walked out.

"Let's go somewhere," I said before either of us had finished our coffees.

She looked up, slightly startled, but nodded. "Yeah."

I got up and walked to the bathroom, trying to look as casual as possible. It was the only place I could think of to go, but I happened to know that this place had a big bathroom for disabled people. Sophie followed me inside silently and as I slammed the door shut and locked it, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. I knew she might feel my erection pressing against her but at this state of arousal I didn't care anymore, and I was hoping she was too turned on to care as well.

She kissed like a young girl, her tongue slipping into my mouth and playing with mine. She sighed contently and relaxed against the wall. My hands automatically found the ponytail in her hair and undid it, running my hands through her now loose blond hair. "Take my clothes off," she begged in a whisper and went back to kissing me.

I ran my hands down her body, letting my fingers explore the roundness of her breasts for a moment before I reached the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off. We had to stop kissing for a moment while I pulled it over her head, messing up her hair beautifully, but as soon as it was out of the way our lips melted back together as though they were magnetically pulled towards each other. Her tongue found mine again and my hands found the back of her bra and unhooked it. It fell on the floor and my hands moved to her breasts, exploring them and teasing her hard nipples. Her breasts were smaller than they had seemed in clothing, but I liked how they just fit into my hands perfectly.

Her hands went to the buttons of my blouse and unbuttoned them slowly. When I moved my hands towards hers to help her, I felt they were shaking slightly. I parted away from her lips for a moment. "Have you done this before?" I asked her, not needing to ask whether she was nervous. She was.

"Yes," she said, trying to sound confident. She undid one more button and my blouse joined her bra and shirt on the floor. "Once or twice," she admitted then, with less confidence.

It was probably more likely to be once than twice. I kissed her neck softly. "If you don't want to, it's fine," I said, though I didn't mean it. I wanted this girl, even if it meant I was about to take her virginity in a bathroom stall.

"I do," she said to my relief, and to prove her point she clumsily unhooked my bra. She looked at my chest for a moment, and I wanted her to touch my breasts. I took her hands in mine and made them touch me the way I liked to be touched. It was quite embarrassing, how I couldn't wait for her to take action. "You have gorgeous tits," she whispered, and it amazed me how words from such an innocent mouth could sound so dirty.

Sophie bent down and kissed my nipple. Then she took it into her mouth, sucking on it lightly, making it harder than it already was, if possible. Her mouth was warm, hot, around my sensitive nipple. It didn't last long enough. She gave my other nipple the same treatment. Then she pulled herself up again and kissed me. Because I had my eyes closed and I was so intoxicated by her lips and tongue, I didn't notice she was unzipping her jeans until she stepped out of them and was dressed in nothing more than her panties.

Her panties were light blue and small. It might have been my desperate longing to fuck her, but they looked slightly damp between her legs. I knew I had to take off my own pants before I took off her panties and she'd be completely nude in front of me, but if she'd reject me because of the now aching bulge in my panties, I knew I wouldn't be able to stand not having seen her pussy. It sounded ridiculous, but I wanted so badly to see it, to touch it, and I couldn't risk not being able to.

I slipped my hand between her legs to feel if it was as damp as it had looked. It wasn't. It was wet, so very wet. She moaned as I rubbed her through the thin material, my thumb circling the area around her clit. It was sensitive, because I barely touched her and yet I saw her body become weak with arousal. Her eyes fluttered close and she unconsciously spread her legs a little bit. I had a new plan. I wanted to soak those panties. I wanted it now.

"Take off my pants," I told her. She opened her eyes, pulled from her trance. Her slender fingers found their way to my zipper, and undid it. This was it. In a few moments she would find out, and I'd either get the chance to spoil this girl's beautiful innocence, or I'd be left here, disappointed.

She pulled down my pants, but was still looking at my face. Then her eyes moved down. They widened. Yet, I could tell she didn't completely know what to think. I calmly pulled down my black, lace panties. My erection sprang free, finally. I couldn't look at her face. I kissed her neck, and simply whispered: "I'm a woman. I just wasn't born as one." I knew that even if she was okay with it, she'd have to get used to the idea.

When she didn't say anything, I pulled away to see the look on her face. I had prepared for a lot of things, but not for what I saw. Because the look on her face, was one of lust. There was nothing left of the innocent girl I had dragged in here. She looked like a horny slut whose mouth was watering for my cock. No exaggeration. The next thing I knew, she wrapped her fingers around my cock and slowly stroked. Her gaze moved up to my face. I didn't know why she was so turned on by this, but she was. I didn't ask.

Her slightly awkward touch got me close sooner than it should have. I bit my lip and told her to stop. There were questions in her eyes, like whether she was stopped because she wasn't doing a good job. "You're too good," I told her in a low voice, and she smiled and blushed. "Spread your legs," I whispered into her ear, and placed a kiss to her jawline. 

"But I'm still..." She looked down, confused as to what I was going to do with her panties still on. I didn't blame her. I had this weird fetish for spoiling girl's panties, that I just couldn't seem to get rid of. 

"Just do it." She looked hesitant but then put one of her feet on the closed lid of the toilet. The other one stayed on the floor, but moved somewhat closer to the wall. "Beautiful," I almost moaned, and took a step closer to her. Before she could ask any more questions, I wrapped my hand around my cock and guided it to between her legs. The head rubbed her clit through her panties and she gasped, leaning her head back against the wall. I could tell she was getting even wetter than before. This always turned me on so much, being so close to fucking and yet so far away, with just a thin layer of wet fabric separating my cock and her pussy. 

I rubbed her clit with the tip of my cock a little more, then moved to the place between her legs where I could press in and feel that if the fabric would rip right there I'd be inside of her. "Oh god," she moaned. She sounded like she was completely losing control. "Please fuck me." She was begging, and I was close to losing my mind as well. 

I looked at her panties and decided the result was enough. There were trails of pre-cum smeared all over them, and she was so wet they I could swear I could smell the scent of her pussy. I was so busy staring at her that she started to beg me to fuck her again. "I just want you inside of me," she breathed and let her panties fall to the floor. They left wet trails on the spots where they brushed her thighs. She stayed in the same position, with her legs spread, so that I could see her pussy very well. There was a tiny strip of hair left just above it. The rest was smooth and hairless. Her clit was swollen and clearly visible. 

As my erection brushed her pale thigh, she sighed and fondled my breasts. "You ready?" I asked her. 

"Fuck yes," she breathed. I didn't wait anymore. I positioned myself in front of her and pushed inside her tight opening. She was so wet that I slid in easily. I moaned out loud at the hot wetness around my rock-hard cock. I hadn't fucked a girl in so long. It wasn't a very lesbian or ladylike thing to do, but right now I just wanted to fuck her raw and pure. Rip her open. Ruin that innocence forever. 

I pushed inside as deep as I could, until my balls were touching her. I pulled out my cock completely, and thrust in again, so that I had to open her up a little bit again. She trembled and leaned against the wall for support. Thrusting into her faster and faster, I lazily rubbed her clit with two of my fingers. "I'm close," she panted, sooner than expected. But I was close too, having been so turned on before even starting to fuck her. 

I rammed inside of her a few more times before I felt her climax. She tightened around me multiple times, and it set off my own orgasm. "I'm gonna come inside you, okay?" I whispered. 

"Yeah," she moaned, still in the aftermath of her own orgasm. It made her talk uncharacteristically dirty. "Just squirt into me. Fill me up. Make me yours." That did it. I thrust into her as hard and deep as could once more and I came violently. I felt my semen shoot deep inside of her and I was shaking all over my body. I realized that I had been digging my long fingernails into her shoulder. She didn't seem to mind. 

Regretting having to leave the comfort of her tightness around me, I let my cock fall out. To my amazement, I stayed half hard. 

"I just um..." She picked up the lid of the toilet and sat down with her legs spread wide open. "I gotta go. I hope you don't mind." 

I couldn't say anything. I was dumbstruck with her boldness. This wasn't an innocent girl, I knew when I watched the golden stream fall into the toilet from in between her legs. She was dirty, so fucking dirty. And I was getting hard again. Without shame, I wrapped my hand around my dick and started to stroke, watching her pee shamelessly with spread legs. 

She watched me jerk off, desperate for more realize, and smiled. She moved her hand between her legs and started to rub her still swollen clit. The golden stream slowly turned into drops and when it was gone, I saw my own cum slowly starting to drip down instead. She looked down at it, and rubbing her clit uncontrollably as she did, she orgasmed again. So did I. 

As I we walked out of the station after cleaning up, she smiled. "I think I should always accept attractive stranger's invitations from now on. Who knows what good things they are hiding in their pants." This time, I blushed.



Innocence



Innocence

The sun, its warmth, the sound of ocean waves, the sand and the breeze all let me know I was nowhere near home. As I laid out in the heat and let my skin feel alive once again, I kept my eyes closed and thought about how much I needed this vacation. It was overdue and I mentally made a note not to let it happen again. I had let myself get so deep into work and career that I had come close to burning out. 

My life at forty was going well by some standards, but it was also a bit of a mess. On the executive career track at the company, my MBA finally paying off, I was putting in long hours and had paid the price. Several prices actually. My marriage had flamed out when I found my husband cheating two years earlier and the divorce was bitter and costly. Making a lot more money than he did turned out to not be such an advantage after all. Paying him alimony was a constant thorn. I had tried to make time for him, but he never could adjust to my success and had taken to playing around with my money, while I was away on business. When he started playing around the neighbourhood, I was taken aside by an irate husband down the street and the jig was up. The thought that my ex was still having a rollicking good time off of my support, was something I just had to let go. It never seemed to let go. Never having time for children as I worked my way up the ladder, was another price I had paid. Well, at least I wasn't paying child support as well.

At forty, I was still a "fine figure of a woman" as my last boyfriend had said. I had managed to maintain my slim figure with my still firm A-cup breasts. I had a conventionally pretty face and kept my hair short but neatly styled. My last boyfriend thought I was more like thirty in appearance, but he also wouldn't put up with a girlfriend who was gone half the time and tired the other half. Why did the men seem to be able to run the world, have a life and still have energy? Because, I thought, they ran the world but the women did the work. At least it seemed that way at the company. All of my business ideas were taken into consideration, passed up and then came back as some guy's idea that I had to implement. It was one of the costs of doing business. I paid the costs. I did try to work out at least twice a week, and always did so when on the road, as it kept me out of the bars and lounges, with their ever present lounge lizards ready to feed. Admittedly, on the road, I had on a few occasions let some guy seduce me, pretending to not know how they played the game. But that was only after the separation. The sex was all right, and on one very special occasion, an older gentleman showed me what a truly skilled lover can do for a woman. 

Slow, rhythmic and sultry thrusts, steady and continuous, for what seemed like hours had given me more deep orgasms than I had believed possible. He had played me like I was a fine violin, effortlessly moving me from position to position, his older, poorly muscled body doing what no young lover had ever done for me. His "old man cock", thick and not all that hard, was massaging in me, not unlike a large and soft toy. Occasionally applying more lube, as I couldn't possibly stay wet for that amount of time, he masterfully gave my vagina a sexual feast, complete with hor's deurves, several entrées and dessert. And when he finally shuddered and stiffened, his penis in to the hilt, his face a grimace almost of pain, he came in me and came, until I thought he was faking but it was real. As he finally withdrew his condom covered penis I could see more semen in it than I might normally see in a month. Ever the gentleman, he took care of it himself, discreetly covering it with some tissue, a quick toss in the waste basket and then kissed and caressed, spoke softly of pleasant things and cuddled as we both drifted off to sleep. Where did the men like this hide in my city?

I lay on the beach, my large towel under me, a bottle of water and sunscreen beside me and the sun above. I was in a two piece suit, but appropriate for my age. The older women at the resort, who liked their Wicked Weasels, seemed a bit, well, like they were trolling. It wasn't specifically a "clothing optional" resort, but several women were tanning with their tops off. Apparently no one made a fuss. Maybe tomorrow, I thought. Today, I would just tan and chill. Footsteps in the sand and I came back. I opened my eyes to the glare of the sun and with my sunglasses helping I could see a couple walking by just below my feet. He was very tanned, like a man who lived in the sun. About mid fifties, grey hair, an enormous diamond on one hand flashing in the sun, and not all that fit, flabby actually. The woman was similarly tanned, her skin prematurely aged, and she had several sparklers flashing. She also had a tiny G string bottom, and no top. Her hips looked ridiculously large for her choice of bikini bottom and her large floppy pendulous breasts moved from side to side as she walked. She was not very attractive, even with the diamonds. The man gave me a long and studied look, slowing his gait as he went by. He raised his eye brows a bit and tilted his head. He obviously liked what he saw. I closed my eyes and waited while he walked away, feeling like I was on display. I was, but I didn't appreciate his leer.

I had been at the resort for three days. The first day I was tired from travel and just rested by the pool. The resort nightlife didn't appeal at all that night and I went to sleep early and alone. The second day, rested and ready, I had walked the beach in the morning letting my life slow to the rhythm of the waves. In the afternoon I went horseback riding at the resort stables and took in a guided ocean ride, letting the horse walk and trot in the water until I was soaked and laughing. Riding bareback in the waves, I could feel the power of the horse, its rigid spine working against my labia and clitoris. Without trying to attract attention I purposely let my body rock as the horse trotted through the ocean, and after several minutes felt an orgasm starting. Trying to maintain facial composure I let it take me and the continued motion of the horse under me brought on another, then a third. God, what was I doing? Thankfully the ocean water had already soaked my shorts so at least my gush of fluids was not apparent. The guide gave me a special smile and I realized that he must have noticed. Then I also realized he had probably seen this daily. No wonder the ocean rides were so popular with women. I wondered how many riders of my gender all hot and bothered from the ride had continued to ride with the guide. None of my business, I thought. What happens on vacation... 

That evening, I dressed in a casual sun dress, low heeled sandals and went to the nightclub to let my hair down. I danced, checked out the guys and let several bring me a complimentary drink and considered having a casual sex session. Most of the people there were couples but there were also enough singles to make for a marketplace. I enjoyed the posturing, the flirting and the music. Several times I watched as a woman would flash a breast and the flashing got better as the night and the free alcohol progressed. It seemed like everyone there was in a sexy mood, and I felt myself get caught in it. A couple of young women there were kind of playing a game of truth or dare. As the night went on, the dares became more and more risqué. Flashing breasts gave way to serious dirty dancing and flashes of panties. Most of the men were glued to the show, even if some of the women were unhappy that they were. A young man asked me to dance. As soon as we were on the floor, his hands went to my ass and he held me tight to grind his bulging tented pants to my pubic area. With several drinks on board and with the location, I actually ground back. He beamed at me thinking he just might have a score for the night. I wasn't sure so I just let it continue. He had noticed I was by myself and asked me to sit at his table. I thought, why not, it was part of the entertainment. There were several others there, all younger than me and he seemed the only one unattached. We chatted, laughed, danced and drank. The truth or dare show continued and it became obvious that the two young women had removed their panties. They were getting less and less inhibited and were clutching themselves and rubbing each other, laughing and carrying on as if this was routine. The guys at the table were wide eyed and thoroughly enjoying the performance. The girls made a few catty comments, then got into it and got up and did some dirty dancing as well. It all seemed like fun and even I tried a bit of it, giving the guy a quick drop of my sundress top to expose a bra enclosed breast, and giving him an "oops" childlike look. He smiled and danced behind me, rubbing up to my ass and holding one arm around my middle, let the other run up and down my thigh, finally lifting the dress bottom to flash my lacy ice blue panties. 

Back at the table I let him put his hand on my knee and wondered how long he would take to move it closer to the object of his affection. It wasn't long. As one of the now very drunk truth or dare girls was stroking her exposed vulva and the other dropped down to give her some quick oral, he moved up my thigh and under the dress, to run his fingers up and down my pussy. I let him, even to the point of putting my own hand down to move aside the panties. He tried to pretend we weren't making out at the table and did reasonably well. With all eyes on the girl-girl oral show, he put a finger to my now very moist vagina and massaged. I held his hand, pushing it to me firmly and just watched the show. As the crowd cheered on the girls, he worked as well as he could and I felt a thrill and a chill go up my spine. His palm was massaging my hardening clit and I was sure that only a few minutes would produce an orgasm. Unfortunately, the oral show ended fairly quickly and both girls just raised their arms and danced around each other. As faces turned back, he quickly moved his hand to my knee. Yes, I was going to get laid tonight and felt very good about it. It was only then that I asked him his name. "Phil," he said. 

"Kathy. Pleased to meet you, Phil."

Another drink, a few more dances, each one more sexual than the last and the guy was almost shaking, he was so turned on. "My room or yours?" he asked his voice husky and urgent. "Mine" I answered. I was reasonably sure he had condoms, but I knew I did and my favourite lube was there as well. 

He wasn't able to keep his hands off me as we went up to my suite. I knew everyone at the nightclub was well aware of our intentions. So what? I was on vacation. The sex was a disaster. The guy, about mid twenties, not much taller than me, not very fit and with little knowledge of how to pleasure a woman, seemed so hopeless after the older gentleman lover. His idea of oral was to stick his tongue out and shake his head back and forth over my clit. Where did he learn that? He ignored my breasts, didn't pay any attention to kissing or caressing and seemed bent on getting his rocks off and then getting out. His penis was average length I guessed but slim. It felt okay but nothing like the thicker penis that had pleasured me so well. Despite having a rock hard erection, he felt.....inadequate in me. He came quickly, long before I felt much and lay on his back, panting. After a few minutes, during which I felt cheated, he said, "Give me a few minutes and I'll fuck you some more." So romantic, this one, I thought. I realized he wanted me to deal with the condom so I tried to remove it sensually but he just slipped it off and tossed it aside. 

"Suck me hard and I'll really fuck you." 

'As if' was all I thought, but I got up, went to the bathroom and returned with a warm damp cloth to clean his semen from his penis. Somehow, I just couldn't bring myself to suck it off of him. 

I gave him oral, slowly and sensuously, as best I could, hoping that maybe he would learn something. After about ten minutes of this, he seemed impatient. His penis was almost fully erect and he obviously wanted to get back to fucking. I put a second condom on him and he asked me to "assume the position". Knowing what it meant but irritated at his attitude, I did get on all fours and offered him my back way, after quickly applying a bit of lube to my vagina opening. He quickly started thrusting into me, slapping his hips against my cheeks. After about one half of a minute he was bucking at me like a high school kid. 

"Fuck, this is good. Fuck, you have an ass!" With that he withdrew and put the head of his penis to my ass and pushed roughly. Damn, but this guy was a jerk! My ass didn't take him of course, and it hurt.

"Stop, not like that", was all I said and turned over. I was okay with anal, but not like this. 

I was about to tell him how to do it properly when he said, "I thought all you older women loved it up the ass. What's wrong with you?"

That was it. "Get out, right now." I got up, went to the closet and put on my robe. He was still on the bed. 

"Cock teasing bitch," he muttered and got up, put on his pants and glared at me. "Fuck! My first older piece of ass and you turn out to be a fucking cock teasing cunt!" After several more outbursts of crude vindictive he left, leaving the door open. I closed and locked it, leaned back against it and tilted my head back against the door and let my breathing slow. It was absolutely the worst sexual experience I had ever had. I showered, and paying particular attention to washing away any trace of him from my unfulfilled pussy, I just seethed. 

"Fucking little shit head" I muttered and got out of the shower. Masturbating was out of the question. I was too angry. I poured a drink from my supply and sat in the easy chair, wearing only the robe, put my feet up and picked up the TV remote. 

I turned on the set, went to movies, adult movies and then the selection. It was extensive. I seldom watched porn but it seemed like a release. I picked a title and watched the usual array of porn offerings. Huge tits, amazing cock, blow, fuck and the requisite cream on her face. Gangbang with the girl drenched in cum. Two guys, one girl and the inevitable double entry scene. Two massive cocks, stretching both pussy and ass, the girl moaning in ecstatic pleasure. Two girls, one guy, who fucks like a machine on overdrive. The inevitable girl-girl scene with two women, in make up, serious hair and loads of jewellery, skanky clothes and high heels, who never seem to take off the heels. At least the women seem to be okay at giving each other oral. And finally, the two ended dildo scene with both women having endless orgasms.

Porn made, produced and directed by men, for the male audience. No wonder the guy I had kicked out earlier was so bad. 

Two drinks, more porn and I was finally ready to sleep. Almost mechanically I massaged my self to an orgasm and fell asleep. I awoke in the morning with a headache, vague memories of disturbing dreams and a renewed appreciation for decent lovers. Another quick shower, breakfast by the pool and now I was on the beach.

Knowing I was likely to run into the guy who was such a disappointment, I considered how to handle any negative comments. "You're an immature jerk" seemed to work. 

In the afternoon, I decided to get out of the resort and explore. The surrounding area was considered safe, if you weren't looking for trouble and didn't stay past sundown. I walked through a market, admiring the locally made crafts. A beautiful wrap caught my eye. I put it on and admired myself in a mirror. Only minor bargaining so as to not look too stupid and it was mine. The older teen girl at the table smiled and said, "It was made for you, Senorita." I smiled back. Instead of putting it in a bag, I decided to wear it as a sash and walked away. Some more looking at jewellery, clothing, leather goods and I was ready to walk back to the resort. To my surprise, the table where I purchased the wrap was now being looked after by an older woman and the younger one was not there. As I walked out of the market, a hand took mine. It was the girl. 

"My aunt was pleased at how much you paid, Senorita. She let me go early." She smiled again and I smiled back, touched by her child like innocence. She walked with me and chatted about her aunt, how she worked at the table sometimes and what school was like. She looked to be about late teens but acted younger. She had a child like manner that made me think she might just be handicapped in some way. She was treating me like we were old friends, instead of strangers who just met. I chatted with her, wondering if it was appropriate to be walking her away from her aunt. 

"You are a very nice girl, but don't you think you should be getting back to your aunt?" 

"No, Senorita, I can play now until I want to go home." She had yet to let go of my hand and I felt like I was walking with a child of eight, not an older teenager. 

"You are from the resort, Senorita? I have never been. It is for," she paused, thinking of the word, "from away..." 

"Tourists?" I offered. 

"Si... you know." She was really not mentally a teenager. That was obvious. "Can you show me the resort?" Her eyes beamed like a child on Christmas morning. 

"Don't you think we should ask your aunt? She will worry." 

"No, I come back later. She will know." I thought 'what harm then' and we walked the distance to the resort chatting like school girls. She was very pretty, big bright eyes and a wonder about the world I almost hoped would never go away. Her hand was still clutching mine. 

"What is your name," I asked. 

"Isabella, "she said. 

"I'm Kathy."

We walked around the resort and her eyes grew bigger. She had obviously never seen swimming pools, manicured lawns, gleaming bright buildings and resort staff in crisp white and red uniforms. "Your room, Senorita, which one is it?" 

"Would you like to see it'" I asked, enjoying her banter and happiness. 

"Oh...please, yes." And we went to the room, her eyes registering a bit of confusion at the elevator. When the door opened and we were on a different floor, she clapped her hands. I opened my door and we went in, the room immaculate after the housekeeping staff had been through. She walked around, wide eyed at the room with a large bed, comfortable furniture and carpeting. "Senorita, you must be a princess." 

"No," I laughed, "just another tourist." There was bottled water on the desk and I opened a bottle and poured her a glass. She took it and sipped hesitantly, then smiled when she recognized water. There were many things here new to her. We continued to chat and I found it hard to picture an older teenager when she was so much younger inside. Her body was slim. Her hips were narrow but not childish. Her breasts were slightly bigger than mine and plainly not surrounded by a bra. They were firm and self-supporting, as if they were just swelling. She was wearing a simple skirt and a tee shirt that was partially covered by a traditional native vest. Her long black hair shone in the sunlight. She really was a beautiful young woman, an older teen going on eight. I wondered what her life would be like.

"Are you hungry at all," I asked. 

She looked around and said, "yes, but there is no kitchen." 

I gave a little laugh and said," That isn't a problem. We can just call for some food." She looked sceptical but nodded. I got out the room service menu and asked, "How about some dinner." It was about five in the afternoon. 

"But what is there here?" she asked. I gave her the menu but it was quickly apparent she couldn't read it. 

"How about some pizza?" I asked, thinking that would be a safe bet. 

"What is pizza?" was the reply. 

I smiled again and said, "You will like it." I called and ordered the pizza, some salad and a bottle of chilled white wine for me and milk for her. When the food arrived she was ecstatic. She liked the pizza and was hungry, eating most of it while I had some salad and sipped the wine. 




Innocence



When she was done she simply said, "Pizza...I like it".

Taking the wine and my glass, I sat in the chair, put my feet up and without a word, she sat on my lap and curled up like a child. She was slim, so her weight wasn't uncomfortable, but she was taller than a child and had to pull up her knees. She settled in and closed her eyes. In minutes her breathing was slow and steady. She was asleep. I held her in my arms and stroked her hair. The teen child adjusted her posture a bit and resettled. I felt almost like a mother. Not quite, but close. I felt warmth from her and it was penetrating my body. Her hip was right over my vulva and I could feel her warmth penetrate to that as well. With her knees drawn up tight, I could see her panties, thin and washed out, a bit small for her now. The fabric was stretched tight over her labia and I could see a definite slit between the lips. 'Camel toe' I thought to myself and inwardly blushed at my desire to gaze. 

Almost unconsciously I moved my pelvis to feel her against me. It felt like heaven and I caught myself. I was getting wet! The teen child was turning me on! I sat and slowly rocked my pelvis, enjoying the delicious sensations. The girl was sound asleep as I rocked slowly for several minutes. I put one hand to my breast and massaged my nipple. The combination of sensation took me closer to release and I closed my eyes and imagined her giving me oral sex, her mouth and tongue delighting me. The orgasm built and I tried not to move very much but my pelvic gyration increased as I sought out my climax. Pursing my lips to not make a sound, I felt the wash of pleasure flood up from my pelvis to sweep over me. God, it was good! I involuntarily shuddered a few times and she stirred. 

Her eyes opened and there was a moment of confusion and fear as she didn't recognize the surroundings. I squeezed her hand and said, "It's all right. You are safe with me". 

She was more awake now and her fear was gone, replaced by contentment. Her eyes were open but she seemed far away. She slowly came back and looked up at me, smiling. "I think it's time to take you back home." She nodded and got up. We walked back to the market, her hand in mine. This time there was less chat, but it just felt better that way. As I walk away from her at the market I was hoping to be with her again.

That evening, I gave the nightclub a pass and walked along the beach, thinking about what had happened. I felt no shame or remorse. The girl was unaware and not harmed in any way. I was at peace with the fulfilled desires I had felt. There was a certain concern over my fantasy to have the girl participate, but I really hadn't done anything that untoward, so I passed it off to hidden desire and put the concern aside. 

Back in my room, I thought about how to fill the rest of the evening. The thought of my orgasm with the girl got me thinking about porn and I turned on the TV and went through the adult movie selection until I found one that seemed to be all girls. Sitting back with another glass of wine, I watched as the movie unfolded. Unlike most porn, this one actually seemed to have a plot. A woman, recently divorced, finding herself exploring same sex affairs. I smiled. It could have been me. After a scene in which she is seduced by a co-worker and a scene in which she goes to a women's gym and seduces someone else, it switched to her home. A teen girl comes to the door and the woman invites her in and seduces her. The actress portraying the teen didn't look to be of legal age to be in a porn film, but that just added to my excitement. The scene was long, tender and sweet. No toys, high heels or skanky outfits, just tender sweet exploring, kissing and caressing, with gentle passionate sex and when the teen started to give the woman oral sex, I was taken. I imagined it was my self and the teen child. I massaged my self and timed it so the older actress and my self came together. I closed my eyes and imagined the girl between my legs, looking up and smiling. 

That night, I tossed and turned as I dreamt of sex. Sex with guys, sex with the girl, tender and soft. I even dreamed of anal sex with the older gentleman. Somehow he got his thick penis into me, giving me the most incredibly sexual anal sensations I had never experienced and I shuddered and came in my dream. I woke up and realized that I had come. I hadn't climaxed during a dream for at least a decade. This vacation was definitely good for me. With a hand between my legs, softly massaging myself, I drifted back to sleep.

In the morning, after breakfast, I went to the resort gym and did a workout. There were several other people there and I found my self eying the women, checking out bodies and mentally undressing them. I thought about the porn scene at a gym, but I knew I didn't have the courage to try and get it on with any of these real life women. Maybe tomorrow, I thought. I showered at the gym and gave myself a quickie as I fantasized about one of the women I had seen there. As I started to climax, my fantasy switched to the teen girl and I shuddered and came hard, my mind seeing her spread for me, my mouth devouring her young femininity. Back at my room, I changed into my two piece and wearing my new wrap, went to the beach. As I applied the sun screen, I hesitated just a few seconds, then took off the top, applied some screen to my breasts and lay down. The soft ocean breeze on my breasts felt wonderful. I thought about what the breeze would feel like if I took off the bottom as well. Maybe tomorrow, I thought. With my eyes closed, I just let my mind drift, relaxing and feeling the heat of the sand under me and the sunshine on my breasts. I lay like that for some time and drifted off into a nap. 

I awoke to the sound of someone sitting down beside me. It was Mr. Disappointment. Instinctively I put an arm across my breasts and sat up. I reached for the wrap and covered up. "You don't have to do that. I've already seen everything." He was smiling and seemed to be unaware of how badly he had treated me. "I want to apologize for the other night. I'm sorry about the names. I was drunk".

So he did remember. And he wasn't that drunk, just rude and immature. "I really don't want to talk to you. You were horrible to me and if you think we're going to try it again, you're dreaming. So please just leave me alone." 

He scowled and got up, muttering, "Cock teasing bitch", he walked off. 

"Fuck you" I muttered to myself, not wanting him to hear me and carry on with more vile insults. I tried to relax again but it was hard. The jerk had really ruined my day. Deciding not to give him the satisfaction, I applied screen to my back and legs and lay on my stomach, forcing myself to mentally slow down. I listened to the sound of the waves and my breathing got deeper and more even. I relaxed and thought about the good things in life. Like older gentlemen and young girls. The warmth on my back felt sublime and I drifted off.

That afternoon I avoided the market, not wanting to appear too interested in the girl. I took a bus tour and just played tourist for that day. At dinner I was seated with a man who looked a bit older than me. He told me his name was Kurt. We chatted and the conversation was free and easy. I told him I had been divorced for two years and that this was my first vacation in a long time. He told me he was recovering from the death of his wife, who six months earlier had succumbed to cancer. I had no way of deciding if he was being honest or just looking for a woman to be sympathetic and offer sexual condolences. He was wearing a wedding ring. I asked him about that and instead of answering, he took out his wallet, got out a picture and showed it to me. An emaciated woman, with tubes all around her sat in a hospital bed, the man by her side and somehow smiling for the camera. 

"Unless I ever get married again, this ring stays put." He smiled at me, but a calm, determined smile, as if saying, 'Don't ever doubt me again.' I didn't feel guilty about asking after the ring, but I did feel a twinge of sorrow for the man. He obviously had loved his wife and now she was gone. We continued to talk, but something was missing. It wasn't the same. 

Finally I said, "You must be very lonely." I wasn't trying to pick him up. I just felt that he was struggling and I wanted him to know I cared. 

"It has been hard, but I'm doing okay. Thank you for being my dinner companion. Perhaps we can do this again." 

I smiled and said, "Yes, I'd like that." He got up, excused himself and put out his hand. I took it and we gave each other a squeeze, then he walked away. He looked misty eyed and I was sure he was trying not to cry. 

That evening was Polynesian night at the club. Hawaiian shirts, leis, grass skirts and even coconut shell bras were available to be worn, if desired. I considered it and thought it might be fun, as long as Mr. Disappointment stayed away from me. I took a grass skirt and then after a moments hesitation, a coconut bra. Back in my room, I took off everything but my panties and put on the outfit. After fiddling with the bra, adjusting the strings, I got it to fit reasonably well and went to the club.

Mai Tais, chi-chis and beer flowed like water. Nearly everyone there was dressed in some variation of a Polynesian theme. The coconut bra was uncomfortable but I smiled and danced with the various men who asked. The grass skirt was itchy and hot, but I liked the way it swayed with my movements. I was sitting at a table with several unattached women and we laughed, drank and watched the crowd. Several of them had a guy picked out for a bed partner that evening and made their plays to nab them. 

"Who do you want to take to bed tonight?" asked one of the women, her eyes large with anticipation. 

"I really haven't got a guy in mind. Maybe someone will catch my eye." She was dressed like me, her larger breasts a little confined in the coconut shells. Her name was Sarah. She appeared to be about my age, and was rather good looking. I was hoping to see my dinner companion. Not so much to sleep with him, but just to continue talking and maybe dance with him.

The woman smiled and said, "Well, if you can't find a guy you like, I'll keep you company." I must have shown some surprise, even with my thoughts about checking out the women at the gym. She put her hand on my thigh and said, "I'm not a lesbian. But I don't like sleeping alone." 

Her hand felt good. I put my hand on hers and gave it a very slight squeeze. Not really being brave enough to accept her offer right then, I said, "There's a guy I met that I don't see here. " 

She smiled again, gave my thigh a firmer squeeze and said, "I understand. I'm in the market for a guy as well. But I meant what I said." Just then a couple of guys came up and asked us both to dance. They were both younger than us. While I danced with one, he looked me over very thoroughly, like he was deciding whether to buy me. I felt annoyed at his attitude. He was reminding me of Mr. Disappointment. 

"Got a question for you" He raised his eyebrows as if he were about to offer me a sweet deal. "My buddy and I have been looking you two over. Care to have a foursome with us? We'd love to have you two stay with us tonight." 

The thought of being the two guy's sex toy for the night was revolting. "Well actually, I have made other arrangements. Thanks, anyway." 

"Well, if it doesn't work out, let me know. You look pretty good in that outfit," and he walked away. I prayed that the other woman, if she'd been asked, had said no. She had been asked and she had said no. 

"Getting double fucked by those two? I don't think so," and laughed. After a few more drinks and a few dances, one with my new friend Sarah, I was almost hoping my dinner companion wouldn't appear. I was beginning to look forward to having sex with another woman. I hadn't done that since college. 

At the table we chatted like old friends, touching each other and laughing together as we watched the various hook up attempts play out. "Watch this," she said. "That girl with the long blonde hair over there, she's been after that body builder type all night." We had watched earlier as the two of them had checked each other out. "She's going to make a move soon. I can just feel it." She was right. Blonde and builder were heading out on the dance floor. 

"Dirty dancing time," I said. 

Sarah just nodded and then added, "The guy must be on steroids. Maybe his nuts have shrunk." We both burst out laughing. Blonde didn't waste too much time. She got behind builder and wrapping her arms around him, humped up and down his ass. He let her carry on and she moved a hand down to go for his package. She moved her hand up and down openly masturbating him. When she stopped, he turned around. She did as well and he humped her ass and went for her vulva. He had to get his hand through the grass skirt first. He must have liked what he felt because his eyes lit up and he beamed. Sarah and I looked at each other and said in unison, "No panties," and again burst into laughter. 

I was feeling warm inside and the thought of sleeping with Sarah was making me moist. I was sitting very close to her and leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I'd love to keep you company tonight." 

She shivered, not from cold and whispered back, "I was hoping you would." The other women at the table seemed oblivious to our plans. Two had already left with guys and the other two were still flirting and chatting up their prospects. Mr. Disappointment walked up and asked me to dance. I looked at him and said, "I don't want to dance with an immature jerk like you. I told you to leave me alone. Now get lost." 

He scowled again and looked at Sarah. "How about you, care to show a young guy a thing or two?" 

She burst out laughing and said with a false politeness, "No thanks, but come back when you've grown up." 

He went red with anger and almost lost it. "I wouldn't want to fuc.." He stopped in mid insult. One of the guys that had been chatted up by one of the remaining women had walked over and hearing the exchange, had put a warning hand on his shoulder. Disappointment spun around and looked up at the guy, several inches taller and much bigger than he was. 

"Just apologize and walk away," said the guy, in a voice that wasn't going to take no for an answer. Mr. Disappointment tried to go around but the guy just put his hand to his neck and squeezed. His eyes were boring into the now frightened smaller man, who turned and mumbled, "Sorry, I've been drinking. It won't happen again." 

The bigger guy released his neck and Mr. Disappointment got out of the nightclub, without looking back. The woman that had been after the bigger man looked at him like he was Superman and said, "You were wonderful." Her eyes were wide open and she got up, took his hand and led him out the door. 

"You know that prick?" asked Sarah. I just looked at her and said, "I'll tell you later." Now there was only one unattached woman at the table. She didn't know that Sarah and I were hooking up. The guy she had been eying came over and asked, "What was that all about?"

"I'm not sure. Want to dance?" He grinned and took her hand, leading her to the dance floor. 

"That's our cue," said Sarah and stood up. I got up and together we walked out. "Want to come to my room," I asked. "Yes, but let me get out of this ridiculous outfit." 

"Okay," I said, "Room 412. I'll be waiting." Sarah gave me a quick kiss and her hand went to one of my coconut shells. 

"I won't be long," she said and walked away. I went to my room, got out of the grass skirt and coconut bra. 'What should I wear' I asked myself. I quickly ran through my choices and picked out my sexiest panty and bra set, put on a simple skirt that flattered my butt and a blouse that was slightly see through. I giggled to myself. 'She's only going to take it all off'. I checked my hair, applied another hint of my perfume and I was ready. At the knock on the door, I felt myself getting a chill of excitement. My moist vagina was now wet. I opened the door.

Sarah had put on an outfit remarkably similar to my own. We looked at each other and laughed together. We were both a bit nervous and Sarah asked if I had anything to drink. I had a bottle of red wine in the cabinet and took it out. Sarah said, "Lovely," and stepped forward to take me in her arms and kiss me. 

The bottle didn't get opened. We stood there, kissing, lip locking and running hands over each other. The pressure of her breasts against mine was heaven. I had forgotten how good it was to feel a powerful sexual attraction for another woman. My hands ran down her back, over her butt and her thighs. She almost gasped as my hand moved under her skirt, between her legs and up to her panty covered ass. It felt so good, so real, and so sensual. She did the same to me and I did gasp as her hand went to my ass and a finger massaged my lips. I shifted my feet to give her better access and she got her finger under my panty and went for my vagina. It was so wet that she had no problem getting a finger tip in. Curling the finger, pulled a bit and I gasped again. We started undressing each other, still kissing and fondling. We were like over sexed teenagers, opening buttons, fumbling with bra closures and in a minute we were both nude. We made a dive for the bed and started serious exploration of each other. Her breasts were full and soft, her hair smelled of apples and her perfume was intoxicating. We rolled around, hands to the other's vulvas, breasts, butts and we kissed and sucked each other all over our overheated bodies.

We settled into a sixty-nine position and gave each other several orgasms, she on top for a few minutes, then rolling over so I was on top. Her mouth and tongue played my clit like it was her profession. She entered my vagina with her fingers and sought out my G Spot. I did the same and we gave each other several more pelvic twisting deep vaginal orgasms. I was clutching her, my arms holding her tight as she made me come and come until I was moaning and groaning in sheer ecstasy. I got her on her back, spread her legs and settled in to give the same pleasures. 

My mouth and tongue kissed and sucked her clit, her labia and her thighs as I worked her G spot with two fingers. It was an orgy for two. No toys, no condoms, no male participation, just pure lust between two women who really wanted to fuck each other silly. For about an hour we fucked each other and didn't say a word, except for the words of passion as we each came and let our hearts say what we really wanted to say. 

After she had given me my umpteenth orgasm, I rolled onto my back and said, "Stop. I need to take a break." She lay beside me, a hand over my vulva, massaging gently.

"Yes. Me too." And we lay there, exhausted and spent. After I caught my breath, I rolled over and looked at her sweat covered body, her womanly breasts and I put an arm over her and sighed. She snuggled in close and we just lay in each others arms, occasionally kissing, and looking in each others eyes. I hadn't had sex like that since....I had never had sex like that. Sarah was the most skilled lover I had ever had. The older gentleman had fucked me beautifully, but Sarah had fucked me until I couldn't take any more. This was animal passion. This was lust at its finest. I smelled of perfume, mine and hers, and of sweat and sex. My vaginal fluids and my sweat were all over her. And hers were all over me. The sheets were damp with it. My vagina was tingling and my clit was warm and a bit tender. I was never so happy in all my life. 

After what seemed like an hour of gentle holding, I felt the urge to pee. I got up, stretched like I had been asleep for days and walked to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my makeup was streaked and my skin was still glistening with sweat and her fluids. I peed and thought about what had happened. 'It was wonderful,' was all I could come up with. Sarah came in, sat on the toilet and peed as well. She looked at me, smiled and said, " We need a shower." 




Innocence



We showered together, soaping each other, washing each others hair, running the wash cloth over the other's body, rinsed off the suds and got out. We towelled each other's hair, wrapped ourselves in the plush robes in the closet and sat in the room. We both had a towel around our heads and we both stretched out in the chairs and looked like two cats that had each caught a canary. 

Sarah put one leg over the armrest, exposing herself without a trace of embarrassment. Her freshly washed pubic hair, trimmed and neat was eye candy. "I'm hungry," she said. I giggled and put a hand to my vulva. "No, I mean I'm hungry for food, you little nymphomaniac." I smiled and got out the room service card. I had a momentary thought that it was the teen child sitting exposed and I remembered the climax I had as she sat in my lap. 

I handed Sarah the card and asked, "What would you like?" She looked it over. 

"I'm really hungry. How about steak sandwiches?" I nodded and picked up the phone and ordered two steak sandwiches, Caesar salad and some veggies. 

"Shall I open the wine?"

While sipping the wine and waiting for the food, I told her about my disaster with Mr. Disappointment. When I told her about his attempt to fuck me in the ass and his words of derision, Sarah said, "He actually said that? Christ...what a little peckerhead." 

Then I told her about meeting him on the beach and his comments as he walked away. "Little prick should have his nuts removed," Sarah commented. "Take his genes out of the pool." 

The food arrived and we both attacked it. I was truly famished. Sarah had depleted a lot of energy. We told each other our life's stories as we ate and drank. She was divorced, like me, lived in a state far from mine and was working at a hospital as a social worker. She had one daughter, who lived with her and was now at her mother's, while she took this vacation. She admitted that as much as she didn't like to sleep alone, it was the way she slept almost every night. She had gone through several boyfriends since her marriage failed, but none of them seemed like husband and father material. 

I asked her if she had a special girlfriend. She said she did, and that the two of them had an understanding. They got together for sex but would end it the minute a decent guy came along. "No you wouldn't," I said and she laughed. 

"You're probably right. As much as I want a guy in my bed, there is something about women that I crave." 

"No bullshit," I offered and she burst out laughing. 

"I think you nailed it. No bullshit." 

After we finished the midnight snack, we got ready for bed, gave each other one more slow and sensuous hand massage orgasm and fell asleep in each others arms.

I slept soundly, and woke up in the morning, one hand cupping her breast and the other between my legs. I wasn't wet but I knew that wouldn't last very long. I gave myself a few strokes and moved a leg to open my self to some calm masturbation. Sarah was sleeping soundly. I gently played with my labia and felt a sense of sexual freedom that I hadn't felt for a long time. A finger tip probed my now moist vagina and I slowly finger fucked myself. My hand at Sarah's breast caressed and she stirred. 

I took my hand away, not wanting to wake her. She moved a bit, resettled and was again deep in sleep. I used the free hand to play with my own nipple and stroked and teased my clit. In no hurry, I played with myself for about ten wonderful minutes, letting the sensations fill me and delighting in masturbating next to my sleeping lover. As the climax approached, I had to control myself, trying to hold still. It was hard, but as I started to come I was able to not move. The orgasm felt so smooth and warm, lasting several seconds and then with more clit massage it grew again, building and I rocked my hips, gritting my teeth and melted. I lay there with my soaking wet hand over myself and Sarah stirred again. 

She opened her eyes, looked at me with a puzzled frown and then she must have remembered where she was and why she was there. She stretched like a cat and went to kiss me. Her hand went for my vulva and feeling the wetness, smiled and said, "Good morning. I see you're off to a good start. Let me pee and I'll join you." 

I laughed. "I need to pee as well. I haven't been up yet." We both got up and holding hands went to the bathroom. 

"You first," said Sarah. 

"Thanks," I said. My bladder ready to burst after the double orgasm. As I sat and peed, Sarah gazed at me like she was sizing up her next meal, which was fine with me. I got up, she sat down and sighed, letting her bladder empty. 

"How did you sleep," I asked.

"Like a baby," she relied. "I woke up in the middle of the night, saw you sleeping like an angel and just had to come. So I did." 

I laughed. "I know exactly how you felt."

Back in the bed, she laid me down and made slow, luxurious love to me. I was lost in the pleasure, coming again and again. With very expert fingers, she massaged my G spot to three multi orgasmic, pelvis twisting, and hip grinding climaxes. After the third, I had to pull her hand away. 

"No more. I'm dying here. Fuck, but do you do that well." I lay back panting, my legs splayed. Sarah gave my vagina one last tongue probe and a wet, sucking kiss. "Don't leave me. Stay here and love me forever," I said, meaning it. 

She moved up to cuddle and said, "Share and share alike," then lay back, put a pillow under her head and spread her legs, awaiting my efforts to please her. 

"Oh yes," I said. "Thank you for asking," and moved down to her heavenly scented pussy. A deep musky scent, not fresh but not unpleasant at all. Very intoxicating, actually. I gazed at her femininity, open to me and licking my lips, moved in to feed on her. 

She was a bit bigger than me. About the same height but more padded. I was on the slim side with small breasts and almost adolescent labia. She was more womanly. Her labia were bigger, her clit more prominent and her breasts were easily three times the size of mine. C-cup to my A-cup. I started slow, sucking on her labia, pulling them with my mouth, stroking her clit shaft with my tongue. I ran my hands up and down her soft inner thighs. I kissed her clit, her thighs and teased her with the tip of my tongue. I wanted her to feel as treasured as she had made me feel. When I felt she was almost getting frustrated, I started on her clit in earnest. 

Her vagina was dripping. She was really, really turned on. I gave her two clit climaxes and then went for her vagina. Toying with it, moving a finger around, exploring but avoiding her G spot, I sensed her desire for a deep, deep orgasm. I then did my best on her G and in a few minutes her pelvis was rocking, her moans getting louder and I pressed into her G a bit harder. 

She was moaning louder now. After a few wonderful deep groans she started talking. "Oh my god, fuck that thing. Fuck that thing...shit...shit....," and I did. With two fingers in her vagina and both on her G, I massaged it the way I loved to have my own massaged. She was gasping now and her skin was wet with sweat. Her hips started to do the G spot dance and in a few more seconds she started to come. Her thighs clamped down on herself. My hand, still there, was squeezed and I struggled to keep up the G pressure. 

"Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck....JEZZASSSS..., JESUS...H...CHRIST!!," and she collapsed back on the bed, her body stiff for a few seconds, then spasmed, jerked and was coming. Her pelvic muscles rippled around my fingers and she was hissing out air in a long primal growl. She gasped in air and growled again. Then she lay still, gasping for breath, covered in sweat. I pressed against her G and she clamped down to force another. A second later, spasms shook her body again. 

I waited until I was sure she was ready and I pressed in again, massaging firmly. My mouth was locked over her clitoris and my tongue was pushing and stroking. Sarah was arching her back and her pelvis was doing the Slow Tahitian. "Oh God...oh God...oh God..." and she was coming yet again. Out came my fingers and I was covering her vagina with my mouth, my tongue in as deep as I could force it. God, but did that woman taste good. 

She was flushed from head to toe. She was mumbling, "Oh my God, oh my God...Oh my fucking, fucking God..." I was amazed at the power of her orgasm and surprised that it was me who had been able to do that to her.

Her eyes stayed closed for a moment. Her hand was caressing her vulva, as if to comfort her own throbbing, overloaded vagina. With her eyes still closed, she sank into the bed, her body relaxed and calm. "Where have you been all my life," she asked. "That was the best fucking orgasm I've ever had. It almost hurt, it was so hard. I thought I was going to explode. Fuck, I think I did". 

I felt fluid dripping off my hand. I had never experienced another woman's ejaculation. The sheets under her showed a wet spot that was truly impressive. I put my hand to her face and she saw her fluids. "Shit, I did explode. Doesn't happen very often, but it just did. Fuck, you're good for me." 

I leaned down and locked my lips to hers. Our sweat covered bodies slid over each other as we rubbed together, my small firmer breasts sliding over he larger soft ones. Our legs intertwined and we pushed our selves into each other, trying to massage clit against clit. A little position adjustment and we were. Humping each other, I felt a climax start. It was so primal...so good...so Goddamned awesome. Woman against woman. Clit against clit. Sucking faces and breasts, we revelled in the raw sexual lust. I came and then she did. We pressed together again, humped like there was no tomorrow and we both came again. With lips still locked, more humping and a final shuddering joint climax, we held each other and panted. 

"Christ but you're a little nympho, Kathy," she said, her eyes wide with appreciation. 

"Look who's talking," I shot back and we both giggled and then were laughing. We looked at each other and then kissed again, full and passionate. "We should have breakfast," I said. "We'll need the energy for later." 

She looked doubtful. "If we live that long," she said and we both burst out laughing again.

We order room service breakfasts and then showered together. As the sweat and the sex wetness washed away, I felt reinvigorated. As Sarah shampooed my hair, I felt that having this woman as my lover would be a dream come true. I held her from behind and we slowly rocked together. I put one hand to her vulva and she covered it and held it there. I wasn't thinking more orgasms, just tender and comforting touch. 

I did her hair and she did mine. We rinsed off and then towelled while smiling at each other like conspiratorial schoolgirls. Sarah used the blow drier and waved it at me playfully. She ran the hot air over my nipples and then my vulva. I turned around and bent over the counter, my back arched and my legs parted. "Hummm..." I murmured as she directed the air to my ass. I had never before done something like that in front of either man or woman but with Sarah, it just felt right. 'This woman is good for me,' I thought. 

We waited for breakfast to arrive. Sarah was in a robe. I had a towel around my body and another around my hair. There was a knock at the door and Sarah let in the young lady with the breakfast cart. She placed the trays on the table and looked at us. She must have known I was in the room as a single, so she knew that Sarah and I had slept together. Sarah figured out the young lady's thoughts and opened her robe. "It's alright," she said." She couldn't resist my big tits." The young lady blushed and momentarily stared at Sarah's nudeness. 

"Go for it," was all she said and walked out of the room.

I shot a wide eyed glare at Sarah, who laughed and said, "Well, you couldn't resist, could you?" At that I had to laugh and we started in on the food. 

"Have you got anything planned today," I asked. 

"I'm booked for horse back riding. Trail ride, then a trot in the ocean," she replied. 

"I did that," I said. "I came three times." 

"No shit," she said. "So it really works?" 

"God yes! No wonder real ladies are supposed to ride side saddle." 

"To hell with that. I'm going to straddle that horse bareback and come four times." 

We giggled and I said, "Want me to book it as well?"

Her eyes lit up. "Yes," she said. "We can have a coming contest. No cheating. Only count the real thing." At that we both burst into gales of laughter. God, this woman was really good for me.

We finished breakfast, sat and chatted for a while. I called the booking clerk and signed up for the trail ride and ocean show. There were several hours before we were to be at the stable. "Hit the beach?" Sarah asked. 

Sunshine and relaxing sounded good. "Lovely," I said. "I'll meet you at the beach, then." Sarah got dressed, kissed me fully on the lips, gave my exposed vulva a quick treat and walked out the door. 

I got into my two-piece and thought about getting something more revealing. I got my new wrap, some sunscreen and a bottle of water. Putting on my sunglasses, I left the room and went to the beach shop. As I entered, the young lady at the counter smiled at me. "Good morning," she said. 

"Yes it is a good morning," I replied. "Time for me to get with the program. I need a bikini. A real hot one." I took off my wrap to show her the conservative two-piece. 

"A really hot one? " she asked. 

"As hot as you can give me." The girl raised her eyebrows, a bit sceptical but said, "Well, with your body, what you want is something like this." She took a wisp of a Wicked Weasel and showed it to me. It was white, mostly string and had cups only a little larger than the size of postage stamps. "When it's wet, it gets...." 

"Transparent?" I finished. 

She nodded. "Pretty much." She eyed my body again, took one that she thought would fit and said, "Try it on." I went into the fitting room and feeling like a schoolgirl on prom night, took off my now seemingly puritan two-piece and slipped on the Wicked Weasel. The bottom was basically a G string and the top covered less than half my breasts. My ass was going to be on full display. I went out and the girl looked at me critically. 

She pulled at the bottom."Just making sure it's tight enough. I think you need one size smaller." I thought it fit well, but she was the expert. She pulled at the top, adjusted the spaghetti straps and said, "Perfect up top." She handed me a second bottom. 

Instead of going into the fitting room, I just impulsively slipped off the first and stepped into the second. The mesh cloth over my vulva hugged me and I saw a distinct camel toe. Thank God I was neatly trimmed or pubic hair would have been visible. It held me tight and I was sure that walking in it was going to stimulate me. The girl was right. This bottom was perfect. The girl showed no reaction to my display. She smiled at me with open eyes. "Does it feel good on you?" 

"God yes. It feels like sex on the beach." I paid for it and went looking for Sarah.

She was on the beach, looking for me. "Sorry I'm late," I said in apology. "I stopped at the beach shop to get a new bikini." I took off the wrap and pirouetted. 

"Lordy, lordy, look who's a beach nympho. Are you sure it's legal?"

I giggled and said, "It seemed like a good idea. With this thing, I can almost get an all over tan." 

"Kathy, with that thing, you're going to get more than an all over tan. You're going to get gang banged right here on the beach." 

"Promises, promises," I said and blushed a bit. 

Sarah was in a more traditional bikini, which did flatter her larger breasts and womanly curves. It covered most of her ass and gave her a beautiful cleavage. There was no camel toe. The thicker fabric prevented that. She looked at me in the skimpy Wicked Weasel and said, "Maybe I should have a look around the beach shop." We went back to get Sarah a new bikini.

The young lady looked at the two of us entering the shop. "I want to keep up with Kathy, little Miss Beach Bunny here. What have you got that will make the guys look at me instead of her?" 

The girl smiled and said," That depends on how brave you are." 

"Braver than Little Miss Sunday School, and with my tits, you should be able to have them drooling." The girl must have been used to women talking like that in her shop. She looked at Sarah carefully. 

"Turn around," she said. Sarah did. The girl eyed Sarah's back, her butt and said, "Okay, turn around again. Bra size?" 

"I wear 36C but only to make them stand out. I'm actually closer to D." The girl looked at her bikini covered breasts and said, "Step into the back. I'll need to see you out of the bikini." Sarah gave me a wicked grin and said, "Only if she is there to keep me safe." We all laughed and went into the back. 

Sarah slipped out of her bikini and stood nude. The girl eyed her now unsupported breasts and looked at her hips and legs, then motioning Sarah to turn, she appraised her ass and thighs. "I know just the thing. You have a bit of asymmetry. Your breasts are a bit larger than what you might normally see for a woman with your hips." 

"Tell me about it," I said. 

"Keep out of this, you nasty little nympho," Sarah said with a serious leer. "Let the woman do her job. Better yet, leave us alone and I'll catch up with you in an hour or so." 

"Don't mind her," I said to the girl. "Sarah is a little out of sorts. She hasn't been laid since breakfast." 

The girl blushed at that one and Sarah just said, "Well get out of here and let the woman do me. I mean do her job." I winked at the girl and went out front. The girl followed me and was flushed. 

"She doesn't really...I mean....would she....?" 

"Yes," I said looking serious. "She would." I was only half joking. 

The girl seemed a bit rattled. "Does she really want me to...I mean...to give her....like....sex?"

"Well, if you do, she'll be very grateful. But only if you want to. A quickie would be all she's looking for. I'll help if you want." I had no idea where this type of attitude and language was coming from. I was so in lust with Sarah that it just came out. I was half joking and half serious. No, I was hoping the girl and I would fuck Sarah together. 

The girl looked at me in my Wicked Weasel that she had fitted and her breathing quickened. She was obviously thinking of Sarah, nude and available. She seemed torn between propriety and lust. Then she made her decision. She went to the front door, locked it and put up a sign. 'Back at noon.' She looked at me with nervous anticipation. I took her hand. "Let's go and fuck Sarah."

The girl was about twenty. She was in tight fitting short shorts, a golf shirt and sandals. She looked delicious. She was attractive, had long blonde hair in a pony tail and her breasts pressed against the shirt. We walked into the back. Sarah was still nude and her eyes opened a bit. 

"She's here to do you. I'll help." Sarah looked the girl like she was lunch. I did as well. I had been in one all girl threesome in college. It was after a lot of alcohol. It was also fantastic.

The back room was full of boxes. It doubled as a store room. There was a small lunch table, a fridge and a beat up old sofa. Sarah sat on the sofa, one foot up over the back, one foot on the floor. She patted her femininity. "Right here would be a good start." 

The girl moved forward and got on her knees, gazed at the offered vulva and went straight for Sarah's clit. As a deep sigh escaped from her lips, Sarah held the girl's head to herself tightly, then looked at me with a 'What the fuck?' expression. 

I silently mouthed, 'Enjoy.' She silently mouthed back, "I will." And she did. 

The girl was seriously eating Sarah. No warm up. No foreplay, just get at it. Sarah leaned her head back. I moved to her and kissed her, then kissed and sucked each nipple. The girl looked up at me and nodded encouragement. I played with Sarah's breasts for a minute and then looked at the girl, feeling myself getting moist.




Innocence



You're reeling from excitement as a thousand images flash through your mind all at once. Her stunningly beautiful smile weakens you, makes you remember all the good times in your life as though they happened yesterday. 

Every time you think and every time you feel, she's on your mind, in your heart and everywhere else under your skin. She's your world. Your heart flutters every time you look at the girl and you don't know why, you just tell yourself it's a harmless little crush... well, maybe more than just a little, right?

But most definitely harmless!

It's not so naive for a nineteen year-old not to have seen the signs. She's the same age. Life isn't so serious. There's still so much innocence to lose.

You haven't noticed just how close she is to you until you feel like you've been best friends for an eternity and endured the world a lifetime together. Your friendship is an unbreakable bond and still you are both yet so young and fragile.

No boy matters to her, you are her world. You go everywhere together and do practically everything together and, do you know what? You know you will never grow tired or bored of each other because some magical thing, some unexplained force, a secret, invisible and intangible presence between you just never allows it.

You look at her when she looks away and feel safe in knowing that way you won't drown in those ocean blue eyes of hers that you adore so much. 

You examine with awe the texture and complexion of her skin, the dimple of her cheek when she smiles and the fullness -- almost the robustness -- of her soft young lips.

When she draws back her long chestnut hair back behind her ear, you wonder at the sight of it and you just want to nibble on it and to make her giggle the way she does when you tickle her in any other way.

She looks back and knowing that to turn away now, you would not only give away the hiding game, you would show uncertainty and you know that the one thing you aren't is uncertain. Your heart is spilling over with love...

So you feign a friendly little smile and she smiles back, only in her eyes you see something has gotten lost along the way. She feels the same way about you and you know it. Every time she touches you, whether it be a hand on your forearm or when she plays with your hair, desire fizzes up from the deepest reaches and tingles in your skin, dying to touch her in return.

You drop the smile, you know it's no use pretending anymore, and then seeing the curves fading from the corners of your mouth, her smile fades too. She asks what's wrong and you tell her in the only way that can describe what words can't...

Your lips part just a fraction as they meet hers and her eyes have closed, then so do yours. The light shut out, the outside world removed from your senses, all you feel is the rabbit-like speeding of your heart, thumping away as your lips synch and part from each other with just a little moist reminder.

'Wow!' she exclaims and you giggle, apologising for not knowing what came over you so suddenly. Then she tells you, 'it's about time,' giggles back and returns the sentiment, cuddling up close, pressing her warm, lithe body against yours and begins to kiss you slowly, softly and with careful passion. 

Her hand strokes your face, fingers combing easily through your hair and comes to rest at your temple where her thumb strokes your brow. You look at each other like lovers that have been separated for an eternity and the release you feel inside feels like it might just bubble over.

Your feelings, the sensations of her touching you this way, of you being able finally to touch her and show her your true nature; they are turning oh so slowly from a virginal love to something else not quite darker but deeper, intensified by an underlying lust unsatisfied for too long.

The way her soft ample breast feels in your hand as her hardening pink nipple strains out through her vest against your palm, the way her heaving ribs press against yours in her heavy breathing as your kiss becomes hungry and playful, it feels like you're in sight of heaven only moments before death. 

The excitement rises within you both. Your bodies becoming an entangled mess of perspiring limbs and seeming miles of soft naked flesh, you ask her to help take off your vest and as you straddle her lap, sitting on top of her, you're suddenly assaulted with a barrage of delicious sensations as she hungrily kisses and sucks at your own nipples and traces a wet track of nibbles and smooches down to your bellybutton. 

It takes your breath away and causes you to gasp with shocked delight like falling out of your boat and into a shallow lake on a hot summer day. It excites you but scares you, the hunger in her excitement for your half-naked body.

She has one thing on her mind and just as she reaches for your belt buckle with her right hand, her left goes straight for the seat of your jeans and you jump with surprise, as is suddenly startling yourself out of a dream. 

She looks up at you and comes back to her own reality. You have never gone this far before, have you?

She sees the look of uncertainty on your face and it hurts her, almost brings tears to her eyes. 

That is when you know she has so much love for you that she would never have wanted to hurt you. In your moment of awakening you run your fingers in a line up both of her forearms, biting your lip uncontrollably with the pure sexual tension you're feeling between you and her. It feels like a tornado of butterflies and yet again, the touch of your skin against hers is electrical. If you scraped along her flesh with your nails, you imagine it could cause sparks but you don't.

She needs to know, she needs to know she won't hurt you by expressing how she wants you and so you lean forward, trapping her playfully on either side with your arms holding you up from the bed. You kiss her right back, once again, and your tongue flexes loosely against her smiling white teeth and then tickles the tip of her tongue.

You roll over, letting her take control once more and she sits on top of you, beaming a brilliant and beautiful smile, the smile that made you fall in love with her long ago. If only this had happened sooner. She peels off her own top, exposing her tight, smooth body for your hands to explore gloriously and she feels perfect to your touch.

She bends down, again cups your face in her hands and entices you into a long, slow but deepening kiss and you imagine as your senses go into overdrive where on Earth that beautifully talented tongue of hers will end up next. She breaks the kiss, licking her lips and so do you. 

You both savour the taste of each other, looking eye to eye from only inches apart and searching each other's souls with a longing you've never felt before in your young and beautiful life. 

You want her to take you back to the dream that you were so suddenly awoken from, to feel everything in slow motion and to feel the warm buzz of pleasure so unlike anything else in reality. 

You're dying for her touch and feel like you might die without it and so knowingly she does begin to touch you the way you want her to; gently relaxing her hand and slipping it between your ticklish bare flesh and your jeans, reaching to the core of your maddening excitement!

And it is then that she whispers in your ear-

'So, you've never been with another girl?'



Innocence



"I did it last night, Danny." Linda told Dan as they sat on the soft well kept lawn at the local park.

"Did what?" He asked her, flipping a page in the book he was studying.

"You know. Davey and I....we went all the way." She said, glancing sideways at him for a reaction.

"No shit?" He was surprised at that. Linda and Dan had talked many times about what it would be like to be grown up and living by themselves, on their own. 

Yes, the subject of sex with someone had cropped up a few times. They both wanted to be married with kids and a good job, escape the farm and all of the constant work.

"No shit." She said, then she giggled.

Dan felt a sudden flash of anger pour over him.

He didn't even really understand why.

+++

That might sound like a strange conversation between a couple of barely 18 year old kids, but you would need to understand that Linda and Dan grew up together.

As babies they slept in a basket together under an umbrella while their parents worked in the fields. Linda's Mother had a much prized photo of the two of them happily suckling on each others fingers, framed and hanging on her living room wall. Born just days apart, Linda had a shock of brown hair and little Danny was born completely bald.

As children they splashed in the pond formed by the creek that ran between their family farms, forming what was a loose property line.

Livestock wandered back and forth whenever they wanted to. Of course they could have put up fences but that meant surveying to figure out where the lines actually were, and money to build thousands of feet of them, so they just never bothered.

The only fence lines they had were protecting the higher fields, the low lying bottom land was always used for grazing. Neither family was really sure where the property lines were up there either, it didn't matter because half the hay went into one barn and half went into the other.

At haying time, and during any harvests, both families were right in the middle of everything.

When the kids were bigger, they worked with the Sheep they raised, the fat Ewes sometimes had troubles delivering a set of twins. More than once they had their hands right up inside a big old Ewe to turn a lamb and drag it out of there.

It was like the bigger of the twins always came out first, the smaller and weaker of the two was crammed back into what space was left.

Then it was constant watching because the Ewe sometimes parked the weaker one in the brush and then would wander off with the stronger lamb.

That meant grabbing the lamb by it's leg and get it to hollering, the mother would appear without fail out of the flock and reclaim it, then it would start all over.

Plus the other half of the time one of them would lie down and then be so fat they couldn't get back up, legs frantically kicking in the air as they loudly bleated for help.

Or they would be in a ditch up to their noses in muddy water.

Contrary to what some might think, Sheep are very smart animals, if a gate was left open the entire flock would just have to investigate. Whichever one was the lead Ewe at the moment would study the situation, if there was a way in she would find it. 

Linda's Mom loved to grow flowers and Sheep love flowers, that was a never ending battle. They unlatched gates, untied knots, worried holes in the huge blackberry bushes that served as fences.

If they managed to breach the fence around the gardens, they went right down the Lettuce row first, eating them to the ground, then they would begin on the Corn plants, one row at a time in what seemed to be an orderly fashion.

If any of the Cows got in there, they just stomped on everything. The Sheep were far more orderly in the way they fed.

Danny and Linda liked the Sheep best, it was fun to watch their little mouths nibble away at an incredible pace.

Every morning the lead Ewe took off, the entire flock in single file right behind, creating worn trails meandering across the fields.  

Sometimes there were huge fights over which one was the boss, those went on for hours until one finally won the right. The next day it would start all over again as another Ewe stepped up to try and claim the boss position.

The Rams would sometimes follow along, but usually unless some of the flock was in heat the Rams mostly kept to themselves.

Linda and Danny's job was to check up on them, keep them out of the mud and on their feet. 

Once in a while Coyotes would get in there and take one down, or a big Cat would come down from the hills. Both of them wore pistols on their hips by the time they were ten years old, and Dan had managed to get two of the Coyotes. 

Predators were not that much of a problem, sending a pistol round their direction kept them skittish so most of the time those stayed in the woods.

People's pet Dogs on the other hand were a problem, if a pack of them hooked up and got into the flock they would kill until stopped. 

Linda had knocked down a young Cougar one day that was dragging a fat Ewe away, that one lay in their living room as a carpet.

Both families had a party together over that one, the Cat had taken five head before it made the mistake of coming too far out into the open in daylight.

Linda's Dad had been hunting the animal without much luck, then one day Danny stopped to reclip a wire to a post and Linda went on down the hill. He heard her fire five rounds rapidly so he jumped on his ATV and went down there.

Four rounds of the five had found their mark.

Things like that were rare, most of the time it was dragging the Sheep out of the ditches which was a messy and muddy job but one that had to be done.

Linda and Dan would both just peel off their clothes and go in after them, she would get behind and push and Dan would grab a fistful of wool and pull.

With both of them naked, they would then dash for the riffles above the pond and wash off the mud, jump up and down to keep warm until they were mostly dry, then get dressed again.

Linda was a girl and Dan was a boy but that was no big deal, they saw animals making babies all the time. They knew all about sex and all about naked, all of the animals were and the two kids weren't a hell of a lot different.

Dan would have to say he never saw Linda's breasts actually grow, that happened so quickly one Summer that he didn't even realize until she climbed out of the pond one day and there they were. 

Then he noticed she had a wisp of brownish pubic hair.

That was the first time he got an erection from looking at her. That had been happening anyway at home sometimes, but he knew what it meant from all the animals around all the time.

Linda saw that and began to laugh hysterically which pissed him off, they ended up in a scuffle and she managed to dump him right in the pond. At that stage of their lives Linda was bigger and stronger.

Then she told him she was sorry for laughing at him and everything was all right. She looked down and told him it was cute like that, which made his face flame.

After that he kept his under pants on when they had to drag a Sheep out of the mud, Linda noticed but didn't say anything. She kept hers on also from then on but she didn't cover up her chest which just kept right on getting bigger.

Barely a year later, things had changed, Dan began to grow like a weed and kept right on growing until he hit a full six feet and 190 pounds. Linda seemed to stop getting taller at 5'4".

There were no more scuffles, either, it was obvious who was bigger and stronger now.

One day they were tearing across the big hayfield on the ATV's looking for some of the flock that were missing. There always seemed to be a few that loved to hide and they had to go find them.

Three of them were through the line fence that was supposed to keep them out of the garden, one was stuck in the ditch, of course. It wasn't in trouble yet, just stuck so they piled some limbs in the hole where the three had nibbled their way through the berry bushes. They chased the strays out of there after clapping their hands rapidly.

The animals knew very well they were not supposed to be in there so they quickly ran out and rejoined the main flock.

The limbs were just a bluff of course, but most of the time the Sheep could not figure out how to get past them.

The rest were lying down as flat as they could get, thinking they were hidden but stark white against the green fields was easy to spot. It only took a bit more clapping, and some arm waving and they jumped up and ran after the rest.

Dan stripped down and went in after the stuck one, Linda just sat there.

"Hey, give me a hand!" He yelled. A completely wet full grown Sheep weighs one hell of a lot.

"I..I can't." Linda said.

"Why not?" He was pushing and the fat old Ewe was heavy as lead, it was muddy, Dan was nearly naked and the water was freezing cold and Linda was just sitting there.

"I...I am wearing a..pad." She told him.

"What?..OH!" It hit him what she meant. Finally he got a shoulder under the Ewe's behind as she struggled with her front feet, out she came. She went about ten feet and fell down, got up and fell down again. Then finally as enough of the water drained off, the Sheep took off running with a wobble.

"She will be fine." He told Linda. Then linda got off her 4 wheeler and pulled a bucket out of the back compartment, went and got some clean water. Dan stood there as she washed him off.

That was the second time he got an erection at her, but she didn't say a word, just washed him, averting her eyes. At least he had his underpants on, but there was no hiding his reaction to her hands rubbing mud off his arms and legs.

It felt kind of good to have her touch him like that, to be honest. He got dressed and they rode back to the house in silence. 

They both understood that the certain magical innocence was now lost.

+++

DAN.

My folks never blinked an eye when we headed off to State college. I guess they expected us to just end up together but Linda and I were not lovers, in fact, it hadn't even really crossed my mind.

She was just...Linda? She had always been there.

The fact that sometimes I became arroused was no big deal, I had seen Dad and the way he acted when Mom would come in and cuddle with him on the couch.

That was normal stuff, just life. Linda and I didn't do any experimenting, it just never came up.

She was just Linda.

Our parents may not have believed that part, but they never asked and we never thought to even talk about it.

We were friends, probably as close as siblings or even twins can get. We knew everything about each other. We had bathed naked together in the pond so many times we thought nothing of it, so when we found a studio apartment that actually fit our budget we rented it together.

There was just one bed.

We had slept together many times as little kids, it crossed my mind that this was different now.

"Maybe I can get a bedroll and just sleep on the floor?" I asked Linda.

"That wouldn't be fair, you pay half the rent. We can just do like we always do if you want."

I just shrugged.

So Linda and I slept together in the same bed, both of us naked except for our underwear.

There wasn't much of anything that could be called privacy anyway, the toilet had a curtain that drew around it and the shower was next to it, just a basin in an alcove with a shower curtain that drew across the front of it also.

Crude but effective, except we both had to shut off the water and step out to dry off. We just averted our eyes, there was nothing else to do.

We teased each other about how we lived in a little rat hole. In fact, the Rats that lived in the hay barn were probably doing a little bit better.

Our families didn't have any money, not really. Money came once or twice a year in what seemed to be a lot, but most of that went for fuel and seed for the next season. The lambs and beef were sold but most of that went to pay for the loans for the year before.

Next year was always the one that was going to be the good one. But really good years were few and far between.

+++

Linda woke up at 5 in the morning without fail and so did I. Habits from years of working on the farms, and our classes started at the same time, also. So we slept together, ate together, and basically lived together like brother and sister.

One evening I was sitting there working on my books for a test the next day and Linda got up, saying she was going to take a bath.

"Why?" I asked, looking at my watch. Hell, it was only 6:30.

"I have a date." She said.

"Oh." That was a surprise, she hadn't gone out with anyone up to that point except back in High School. She went to the senior prom with Billy Harrington and I took Donna Jarvis. 

The reason was simple, if Linda and I went together we had no way to get there. Billy had a car so Linda flirted with him and that didn't take much effort. 

I then asked Donna and was surprised when she smiled and said she would love to go with me.

We both giggled together at how well our clever plan at getting transportation had worked, except when I told Linda my date was Donna Jarvis she got a funny look on her face.

Danooa was very pretty and was best described as extremely female.

It was 38 miles down a single lane dirt road to our ranches, I didn't own a car and most boys preferred to date girls from town so Linda wasn't doing any better socially.  

So when Linda more or less captured Billy Harrington, I paid for some gas and the four of us went to the prom.

Billy produced a bottle of something but I took one sip and that was it. I tasted like gasoline.

Then Donna turned out to be something less than interesting even though she was pretty. She made every effort to be witty and fell short by quite a bit.

Then our efforts at dancing was a struggle, we were constantly going in two different directions. I danced a few times with Linda while Billy danced with Donna, dancing with Linda was easy, it was like she was off the ground.

That was the very first time we had ever danced, I was way more comfortable holding her than Donna.

When we got out to the ranch after the dance, Billy scooted over and tried to kiss Linda, she let him lightly at first, but when his hand came up to touch her chest she pushed him away. 

We had already dropped off Donna at home so I was sitting in the back seat by myself, Billy didn't care.

For just a second or two I thought about smacking him one for that but Linda beat me to it by slapping his hand and then pushing him back.

Later I laughed when Linda told me Billy's breath smelled like he had been eating Sheep poop.

+++

When Linda came out of the bathroom after telling me she had a date, she was drying herself off with a towel. Seeing each other naked after a bath was no big deal, it was usually just a brief exposure and there was nowhere to hide in our tiny little room anyway.

I nearly fell off of my chair, the mass of dark pubic hair was all gone.

"What did you do?" I asked her stupidly, my face suddenly flaming.

"All the other girls shave it off, they were teasing me calling me "Bush" and "Bigfoot." She said. Then she turned her back, tugging the towel around herself.

"Does it look funny?" She asked, turning back when I didn't say anything.

"It looks a lot like it did when we were kids, except..." Linda was much fuller down there than she had been when they were growing up.

I think the expression on my face gave me away, because she actually blushed, then she quickly turned her back again and pulled on a pair of white panties.

+++

It was just a week later when Linda dropped the bombshell on me.

"I...I did it last night." She said.

I think I did not react well, for some reason I did not understand, I did not want her to be doing that.

Then she giggled, and that pissed me off. I closed my book and went over, hopped on my old bike and rode home.

"What's the matter?" Linda asked me when she came in about 15 minutes later.

"Nothing." I told her.

"Something is. You are upset that I let..that I did it with Davey, aren't you?"

"Yea, a little. The guy is a jerk, you can do a lot better than that."

"You are just jealous because you haven't had sex yet, is all." Linda stomped off to the bathroom, yanked the curtain over. 

"I can have all the sex I want, if I want to!" I shouted after her.

"Oh, yeah? With who?" She shouted through the curtain right back.

I didn't have an answer for her.

Linda went out again a few nights later, the surprise was when an older man arrived to pick her up. I had expected it to be Davey and now I didn't like him, even though I had no reason at all in the world to dislike him.

The man looked at me with suspicion while Linda fiddled around in the alcove we called the bedroom. She came out looking beautiful in a long flowing light blue dress I had never seen before. Her big firm breasts were obvious through the cloth, she didn't have a bra on. That was no big deal, most of the time at our apartment she didn't bother.

I wanted to go over and cover her up but I managed to just sit there.

She introduced the man as Walt, we shook hands and I saw his face wince a little bit when I made my handshake rather firm.

Then they left, I tried to study but all I could see in my mind was Linda having sex with that man.

+++

"Wake up, Danny." Linda was shaking my shoulder. I had fallen asleep in the chair.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Just after midnight. Come on to bed, we have classes in the morning." Linda tugged her dress over her head. She carefully hung it up. It wasn't until she turned that I realized she had anything at all on underneath it, just a tiny blue matching thong.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked.

"Sorry, I never saw that before."

"Oh, you mean the thong? I had to, otherwise my panties would show through the dress." She explained, then she stripped them down and off, turned her back.

She appeared to pose like that for a moment, a smile crossed her face, then she pulled on a pair of her normal white cotton ones and turned and hopped into the bed.

I undressed, keeping my back to her to hide the partial reaction. Then I turned off the light and slid in beside her.

"You have been acting funny lately." She said after several minutes.

"Oh? How do you mean?"

"Ever since I told you about...Davey..you have been different."

I didn't answer.

"Danny? Do you want to do it with me? Is that it?" She whispered quietly.

"I don't know. I never even thought about it." I lied.

"Well, I am taking those pills so I don't..anyway, if you wanted to....?" Linda was still whispering, her voice husky now.

"I...I don't think that is a good idea, and besides, you were out with that guy tonight so....?"

"Oh, don't be silly. We didn't do anything, he wanted to but I barely know him."

"You let Davey do it!" I said, instantly regretting sounding like I was accusing her of something.

"All of the other girls are doing it and I was waiting and waiting and you just sit there and ignore me! I think you don't even like me!" She jumped out of bed and ran into the bath stall, yanking the curtain closed.

I lay there, stupidly having no clue at all of what to say or do.

+++

LINDA.

Danny and I must have looked at a dozen places to live, counting the pennies we had between us really restricted our options. Mom and Dad gave me $500 the day we left, Danny had about twice that much.

It helped when he found the little studio, there wasn't much room but I wanted to be with him since I didn't know anyone else at all. He had always been there and for some reason now I felt like I still needed him.

Danny found a job quickly working in a gas station and the next week I got hired at a book store.




Innocence



Life became school, study, go to work, then go home and eat, sleep. Other than that, we did nothing at all for the first few months.

The idea of dating was in my head after listening to all the other girls, even though it was hard to really get to know any of them. They were all so completely different than I was, they talked about sex all the time.

I suppose one could say my life up to this point was somewhat sheltered and different.

Then I met Karen and we hit it off. She taught me about makeup, I had never ever put any on and had no idea how, she also taught me a few things about how to do my hair. I always wore it very short, my Mom cut it that way because wearing it long got in the way around the farm.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my brown hair was getting longer than it had ever been, just a couple of inches but I could see it even had little waves in it.

Karen was at our apartment one evening when Danny walked in from work. She was surprised at first, not expecting that and I hadn't even told her.

Then when I introduced them, telling her Danny and I lived together, Karen looked at the single bed, then at me with an odd expression.

I could tell she didn't believe me when I told her we were just friends and grew up together.

But I also saw the way she looked at Danny, and that irritated me.

+++

Karen was over quite a bit after that, it was nice to have a female friend since I had never before in my life ever had one that was close.

She was an inch taller than me and looked a little bit like she had some Spanish blood like the workers our folks hired sometimes. Finally she did believe me about Danny and my relationship, I could tell because she began to flirt with him some.

I didn't really mind that too much because Danny acted like it didn't register on him. He would come in, say hello, then go straight to his books.

Once Karen asked what the deal was with him, didn't he like girls? I told her I was sure he did since I had seem him react, I even told her about the time were were trying to get some livestock out of the water and he had gotten hard.

That incident really stuck in my mind because it made me feel flushed, excited. I had tried to cover up my reaction by teasing him, we ended up in a scuffle and I threw him into the pond.

She roared with laughter at my story. Then she told me she would "fuck him in a New York minute" which shocked me and also pissed me off a little bit.

Karen saw my expression and grinned.

"You like him, huh?" She said with a knowing look.

"We are just friends, is all." I said.

"Uh huh." She answered.

+++

Karen was the one that introduced me to Davey. He was a big round faced young man with a really nutty sense of humor. At first all we did was sit in the library and chat quietly, then we went to the cafeteria for lunch. For some reason I really did like him even though he was big and soft appearing.

When Davey asked me out to the movies I happily went, and when he drove to the park we sat and talked for a long time. He kissed me, then he touched my chest and I let him.

I talked to Karen about that and she told me that I was probably getting ready to have sex, so I should get some pills.

That is what I did, when I went to the Doctor it was a very old man and that was my first real experience with that. We had a Doctor when we were kids but it was an old Indian woman, this was completely different. He even pulled the gown down and felt me all over up top, I gritted my teeth and let him but I know my face was bright red.

The old Doctor told me I was very healthy, I swear he was smirking at just having his hands all over me. But maybe not, after all, he was just a Doctor.

I never told Danny about any of that, he was always sitting with his nose in his books anyway.

It was a few dates later when it happened, by then Davey and I were kissing a lot. I liked that, too.

I am not quite sure how it all happened but it felt good and was exciting, then somehow one night I was pushed onto my back and he put his hand up my skirt. 

He just tugged at the side of my panties, then I could feel him poking at me and then I was all wet feeling and he sat up.

I knew of course that that men came in different sizes but Davey's thing was really little, he barely got part way in before he shuddered and stopped. I didn't really feel anything at all, and I was thinking I was supposed to?

The next day I told Danny, I must have done something wrong because it sure wasn't anything like I had expected. 

Danny would know, I thought.

Then Danny acted all weird about it, I didn't understand that at all. I never even got to ask him the questions I had in my mind.

Then to make things worse, Davey acted different and having lunch together stopped, plus he quit asking me out. I guessed that he was just checking them out, nearly all of the girls in my classes were going out with lots of other guys.

When I went out to dinner with an upper class man named Walt, Danny acted all funny again so I thought maybe he was jealous.

So I asked him when we were in bed if he wanted to. I was thinking that would be nice and I had seen Danny nude many times, so I was sure he could if he wanted to. 

But he told me he had never even thought about it. That hurt, and it also made me really mad.

He sounded like he was accusing me of doing it with Walt, and he acted mad about me and Davey.

I had no idea at all of what to think, and things were getting complicated since Danny now ignored me even more than he had before.

I did date some more but I never let any of the boys do anything, except sometimes we would kiss a little bit and things like that.

The entire first and second semester went like that. My grades were good, all "B's". Danny did even better.

Then one night Danny told me he had a date. That surprised me, he had never gone out with anyone at all, not once during the first two semesters.

The girl he was going out with was Karen! 

Karen, my very best friend? 

I did not like that at all.

+++

DAN

Linda didn't change expression when I told her I had a date to go out to dinner. I thought she would be happy. She did change expression when I told her my date was with Karen, then she turned away from me and acted like she was busy.

I had managed to save up enough money to buy an old 1952 Chevy, it didn't run but I knew quite a bit about making things run from growing up working on the farm. The balers used those V-4 Wisconsin engines, those were simple things but the Chevy had a six cylinder engine. I realized the Chevy was a lot like our old Ford 3000 tractor, everything worked pretty much the same way.

It only took me a couple of weeks, finally one day it started, a huge cloud of smoke poured out for several minutes but then that cleared out and it sat there idling a sweet as it could be.

I set the lifters so that each one made a nice quiet ticking sound, remembering my Dad telling me that if I couldn't hear them they were too tight.

Linda and I went for a ride in it after I cleaned out the mouse droppings from the floorboards and covered the holes in the seats with a seat cover I found in a second hand shop.

That was a fun day until I told her later about the date with Karen. She was on the snappy side with me all the rest of the afternoon.

The date was neat, we went to one of those inexpensive steak house places. I would have liked it to be fancy but when you have just $29.00 in your pocket that causes limitations.

"Let's go down to the park by the river." Karen asked me as we drove towards her house. So I pulled in there. By the time I got the engine shut off and the brake set she was plastered up against me.

She leaned over and kissed me, that was a surprise because I had been thinking of how to ask her for a kiss once I got her home.

"You can touch me if you want to." She said.

That was amazing too, I could feel her bra underneath the blouse she wore, then she had her hand on the back of mine steering it to the buttons. I shyly touched her bra once the blouse was undone, still not completely sure of myself.

"You are bashful, aren't you?" She asked me.

"No...not really, I..It's just that..." I stammered. She reached down and tugged her bra up over her breasts, and put my hand on them again.

She felt really soft and let out a little moan when my fingers touched her nipples. Then I felt her hand rub me through my pants, by then if I was any harder I would have poked a hole right in the front of them.

But then all I could think about was Linda. Karen's hand was busy rubbing me but I felt myself go limp. Something wasn't right and I knew that.

After a few minutes of feeling each other and kissing a lot, she told me she wanted to go home so I started the car and drove her over to her house.

"I think I get it, you are hung up on Linda, aren't you?" She asked as we sat there.

"I don't know." I told her.

"I do. Go do something about it!" She laughed, then got out. Then she stopped, leaned back in and kissed me.

"Jesus!" She mumbled, then she went inside the house.

+++

LINDA

I pretended to be asleep when Danny came in. He was trying to be very quiet, I listened as he stood there for a long time. Then he went into the toilet and pulled the screen closed.

I could hear him in there trying to be quiet and I knew what he was doing so I figured that he and Karen hadn't done anything.

Somehow that made me feel good. Later I felt him slip into the bed, then his breathing slowed and he went to sleep.

I lay there a long time, feeling the warmth from his body.

It was still dark when something woke me up, I realized he had rolled over and his arm was touching me. Usually I would move a little bit but this time I just lay there. There was enough light shining in that I could see his face.

It was like an electric shock when his arm moved again and slid over my stomach. I rolled over onto my side, facing him. His eyes opened and he looked at me.

"Oh. Sorry." He whispered and started to pull his arm back. I reached down and held his hand there.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing, it's all right." I told him.

We lay there just like that, looking at each other. Then his hand moved, just barely up and down my side.

"Danny." I whispered, leaning forward to kiss him. His hand slid around my back, now we were very close. He stopped there for several seconds, but I didn't move.

"Did you mean it?" He whispered to me.

"Mean what?"

"When you said that we..could, if I wanted to?" 

"Yes." The word came out in a gasp.

"I want to, all I can think about is you!"

Then his hands were all over me. I reached down and felt him, he was so big and hard. I had never touched a man before, not even during that few seconds with Davey. 

Now I wanted to, it was all I could think of. I could feel him pulling at my panties as I pulled at his briefs, there was a struggle and the covers ended up on the floor.

Naked, he lay partially on top of me, I opened my legs and he managed to move over. His fingers touched me, I felt like I couldn't breathe. Then I could feel him pushing at me, so I reached down and grasped him, getting him lined up.

My mouth flew open and I let out a long moan as a stab of pain shot through me. Danny went rigid and started to pull back but I grabbed him.

"I'm hurting you." He whispered.

"Don't....stop!" I managed, shoving my lower body upwards as hard as I could. There was another fierce stab of pain, then it was gone.

Nothing else, nothing else was left, there was only Danny filling me. Then a sensation poured over my body, nothing I had ever felt or even dreamed of.

The room was quiet, it was still dark. I could feel Danny's weight, he was still inside me as I became aware. I could feel every inch as he softened, then even though I tried very hard to keep him there, he slid out.

He rolled over onto his side, then pressed against me. His hand was stroking my upper body slowly, each time his fingers brushed my nipples it was like an electric shock.

Finally I felt his weight shift, he got up and went to the toilet. He was only there for a few minutes and then he came back out.

"You need to get up, Linda." He told me simply.

I glanced down at myself in the dim light from the bathroom he had turned on. I could see why, the bed was a bloody mess.

I sat up, my head still spinning. Finally I managed to get to the bath. Danny was just putting the top blankets back on when I came back out.

"Are you all right?" He asked me.

"Yes, I am fine."

We got back into the bed, this time were were not careful about giving each other room.

"I thought you said you did it before with Davey?" Danny whispered to me.

"I thought I did." I whispered back. He started laughing at that, then we both were laughing.

"I'm glad things worked out this way." He told me. I was snuggled as tight against him as I could get.

"Me, too."

"Are you all mine now? It's just going to be us?"

"Yes. I think it always has been anyway. I really do love you."

"I love you too. But what do we tell our folks?"  He asked me.

"I think they will be very happy." I said.

+++

Karen knocked on the door the next afternoon, Danny was gone to one of his late classes.

"Are you sick? You weren't in class today." She asked the moment I answered.

"No, I just...just took the day off is all."

"Oh. Well, I just came by to tell you all about my date with Danny." She said.

"Oh. How did that go?" I asked her, trying to keep a straight face.

"Not very good, he is about half worthless, I couldn't get him to do anything, really."

"That's too bad." I managed to keep a straight face. 

Four times earlier Danny had made love to me, until all that was left was the two of us exhausted and sweaty.

Karen and I sat and visited like always.

Danny came in about an hour later, he smiled and nodded at Karen, then he walked over and leaned down and kissed me.

Karen's eyes widened in surprise. Then she started laughing.

"Not worthless, huh?" She said.

"Nope." I answered, giving my guy a hug.



Innocence



Hey Readers, This is a story which I have been wanting to write. Just never took the time to type it out. 

Warning: It Contains Mild Piss Play In The Beginning. If This Offends You, Skip The First Section. Don't Hate On The Story For Its Fetish. It Also Contains Scenes of Incest. If This Offends You, Get Off This Website.

All Characters Are Of Legal Age [Over 18].

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Waking up in bed with three gorgeous girls, my life seemed to have come to a point where I could either be dreaming or dead and in heaven. Looking at their bodies as they lay entangled, still sweaty as the heat was not letting up. The bed was a crowded mess. It was like an out of body experience as I just kept staring. Two of the girls I was related to and one, a girl, who we just met a few hours ago. My dick still tired from last nights' fuck fest, if I were to call it that. Yeah sadly it was just a dream. But lately my dreams had been so realistic that I didn't want to get up, but I had to grab a shower.

So I left the bed reluctantly and headed for the bathroom. Took a long piss, and I heard footsteps coming up from behind. Now I'm not a guy who is usually shy about pissing but this was a new experience for me. Never having peed for an audience, I was getting kind of turned on. Still not sure who was watching, but not knowing who made it so much hotter in my mind. I took a peek in the mirror and saw my younger sister looking at me, curiosity all over her cute little face.

'You really had to pee badly eh? Sorry I walked in, couldn't help it. I've just never seen a guy do that before, it's kind of hot' Sasha said. 

'Really? I wouldn't think that you would find this hot.' 

She walked over towards me, pulled off her shorts and sat on the toilet. 'Sorry I have to go too. I got to watch so I guess if you want to stick around and watch you can.' 

And watch I did. If ya'll haven't had the opportunity to watch a girl pee, then I highly recommend that you do. She spread her lips wide so I could really look, and let a stream go. I guess she wasn't aiming properly, cause it shot right over the bowl and on my face.

'Ohmygod, I'm so sorry. Didn't mean for that to happen.' 

I didn't know what to think, should I be turned on by her piss on my face or should I be disgusted by it. Next thing I know its dripping down to my mouth and I just stuck my tongue out to taste it. Hmmm, salty I thought to myself. My sister just looked at me still peeing, with her eyes smoldering as if she was turned on by me licking off her piss. I kept licking my lips trying to get more of her piss in my mouth. It was delicious. She saw me doing this and tilted her hips forward and pointed her pussy at my face again and this time on purpose she shot her stream right at my mouth. 'Uhhhhh, I moaned as I bathed in her juices. Taking big gulps as she kept peeing right in my mouth. 

'Oh Jason, This is so fucking hot. I can't believe I just peed in your mouth.' 

Holy Fuck, I thought to myself, I just drank my little sister's piss straight from her pussy. Her pussy, Oh My god, It was right there in front of my face and I just looked at it. It was so pretty, all shaved off and super tiny. Then she suddenly got up and ran out of the bathroom hands covering her face, didn't even wipe. I just sat there on the bathroom floor trying to think what just happened between us. 

Yeah she was my little sister, and I guess drinking her piss would be considered "illegal" in some states. But we had a pretty open relationship so I knew she would want to talk it out after having a bit of time to process what had just happened. 

'Why are you sitting there J?' I heard a voice from the doorway. It brought me out of reverie. I looked over and standing there in her nightclothes was my mom. She was looking at me questioningly, 'I asked you something J. Why are you sitting on the floor?' I didn't have a good response for her so I just told her I was feeling dizzy and had to sit for a minute. She didn't seem to buy that so she came over to check me over. Her nightie was pretty low cut, so when she bent over to feel my head her tits were right in my face, almost bare to her nipples. I shook her hands away and told her I'm fine and that I'd just take a shower and come down in a bit. 

'J please clean up in here, it smells like piss and I know your sister would be very angry at you if left it this messy.' Then she left, I was still sitting there looking at her ass swaying as she walked out and closed the door behind her. Pheww, I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the lords that she didn't catch us. 

So I took my shower, cleaned up the bathroom and headed down to grab some breakfast. My mom always made us breakfast and today was no different. Eggs and toast ready on my plate as soon as I got to the table. 

'Did you clean up?' she asked me sweetly. 'Yeah mom I made it spotless in there.' She just smiled at me knowing that I'd never clean up that well. 'Where's your sister J? She is usually here before you.' I don't know mom, why don't you go wake her up.' With a sigh she left, walking up the stairs to get Sasha. I watched her ass jiggle as she climbed each step. Her silk shorts were very loose and as she got to the top I could see right up them to her panty covered ass. Look away J, I told myself. She is your mother! Not some girl you can perv on.

In her room Sasha was just lying in her bed, thinking about the earlier events. It was as if she couldn't help but get turned on by what had happened. He's your brother and you just peed in his mouth, she kept telling herself. Her hand had snaked down to her pussy and she had started rubbing away focused on reaching her goal of having an orgasm. It was still something that she couldn't achieve, no matter how turned on she was. In the end always left frustrated because she could find her release.

This time was no different, as she was approaching her orgasm, there was a stiff knock on the door. She ignored it, hoping the person would go away. Her mother however didn't like to wait, so she just turned the door knob and walked in. What she saw was her little baby girl spread eagle on the bed with her hand rubbing furiously across what looked like the tiniest pussy she had ever seen. She let out a loud gasp, which caught Sasha's attention and she turned towards her mother. Her hand still rubbing at her pussy.

'OH MOM, what are you doing in here??' she screamed silently. 

'Ummm, I came to...Oh God...I ummm came to wake you up honey! But it looks like you are already up.' She grinned lightly, 'wash your hands and come down for breakfast kiddo.' 

Embarrassed like no tomorrow, Sasha groaned as she pulled her hand away from her throbbing little pussy, pulled her little panties up and climbed out of bed to clean up. She walked past her mom, with her head down as if she was feeling shame. Mom recognized her feeling embarrassed and pulled her little girl in for a hug. 

'Baby, what you were doing is completely fine. You don't have to feel embarrassed one bit.' Sasha just clung to her mom, burying her face all up in her mom's tits. They were really soft, she thought to herself. 

'When I was your age I took every opportunity to rub myself and I still do kiddo. There is nothing that relieves stress like a great orgasm.' 

This set off something in Sasha's mind and she started sobbing quietly against her mom. 'What's wrong honey? Why are you crying?? I didn't mean to embarrass you by telling you about myself.' 

'It's not you mom, you are so lovely. I just have trouble with you know...' 

'Tell me honey. What is troubling you?' 

'Mom it's kind of personal'. 

'Nonsense kiddo, you and me go way back. Tell me, maybe I can help you.' Sasha still clung to her mother, her voice reverberating off her soft tits as she spoke. 

'Well mom, you know when I rub myself, I can never really cum. So when I heard you say it's the best I just felt like I was doing something wrong.' 

'Oh my poor baby, you are not doing anything wrong. It's probably because you are afraid to let go. Come on lets have some breakfast and maybe we can talk more about this later. I'm starving baby.' 

They finally let each other go and mom smiled down at her little girl. She was so grown up but still she looked like her baby girl. Her heart tore at the sight of her tight little body. To ease the tension she pulled her hand back and smacked Sasha right on her cute little butt. 

'Owww MOM, what was that for??' 

'That's what little girls get when they get caught masturbating by their mothers.'

Sasha just grinned slyly and rubbed at her cheek feeling a familiar tingling her pussy. She stared at her mother's eyes and realized what a beautiful woman her mother was. Her love and care for her kids was evident just by looking in to them. She leaned up and kissed her mother on the lips. It was a mother daughter kiss, and nothing else. Just a way of saying 'I love you. Mom was taken aback by her daughter's sudden show of love. They broke the kiss and mom took her daughter's face in her hand kissed her all over her face. Sasha was just giggling accepting the love from her mother. They kept giggling as they made their way back down the stairs and found Jason still eating away slowly at his breakfast. 

Jason didn't know how to interact with his sister as she walked over to join him at the table. She just looked at him and bent over to give him a kiss on the cheek. Mom saw this and felt her heart flutter at the sight of her two kids so happy. Jason reciprocated the kiss and gave his sister a kiss as well and raised his hand and swatted her little butt. 

'Heyy Jason, Why did you smack me??'rubbing at the other cheek. 'Both of you have smacked me today. And my butt is really starting to sting'.

'You need to wear more than your panties around the house if you don't want to get smacked.' Mom just stared at me, and then burst out laughing. I joined in as well.

'Why do I need to wear more than panties, I'm comfortable like this. Besides if you can wear your boxers around the house I should be able to wear my panties. 'Sasha said stubbornly.

'She makes a valid point there kiddo' mom said. 

'Ok fine I'm sorry I won't spank you from now on so feel free to wear whatever you like around the house, but only when it's just us around here. I don't want you show off your little butt to my friends when they are here.' Sasha nodded and sat down and dug in to her plate, so did mom.

After breakfast was over, mom was at the sink washing the dishes. Me and Sasha were still at the table drinking our juice. I was watching mom, her ass again caught my attention. It was so plump and jiggled as she kept scrubbing the dishes. Sasha looked at me, and followed my line of sight to the ass of our mother. She also took a moment to admire the fine curves of her back. Mom finished washing the dishes and looked back at us. Both of us looked like two deer caught in headlights. Sasha couldn't keep her mouth shut and burst out, 'Mom Jason was looking at your butt'. I smacked her on her arm and told her to shut it. 

'J were you looking at my butt? Mom asked sweetly. I just hung my head down and muttered a silent yes. 

'J its ok to look, I don't mind. I know you are probably interested in the female anatomy. All young boys have the urge to look at girls.'

'Mom I'm sorry, Sasha was looking at your butt too.' It was now Sasha's turn to punch me. Mom looked at Sasha sweetly and asked her the same question. All Sasha could do was nod and blush furiously. 

Mom was not mad at us for looking. She was shyly adjusting her shorts so that they covered her butt completely. I don't think mom knew how sexy she was. Still dressed in her night clothes, she looked like an innocent mother who didn't think she was dressed inappropriately in her own house. Sasha said first what we both had on our minds, 'Mom you have a great butt, it looks so nice in those shorts.' Mom just blushed and told Sasha to hush up. I spoke up and said the same thing. Mom shrugged me off too and said that I was just being nice because I was her son. 

'Mom I wouldn't complement you for your butt if I didn't think it was sexy.' 

'My butt is not as nice as it used to be when I was younger' mom complained. 

'Sasha go stand next to her and let's see them side by side. Sasha quickly agreed and jumped up to stand next to mom. I was sitting in my chair looking on at the ass spectacle in front of my face. I asked them to come closer. And they complied. 

'Mom it's not really a fair comparison since you still have your shorts on. Take them off and let's see your butt'.

'Did my son just ask me to take my shorts off so that he could see his mother's butt?' 

'Yeah mom do it.' Before mom could protest, Sasha dropped to her knees and pulled mom's shorts off. She did it very forcefully and ended up dragging mom's panties halfway down her butt. 

'NOOO, mom screamed. I can't let you guys see my butt like this.' She frantically attempted to pull her panties back up. This action got them buried in her ass crack, showing more of her butt than she intended to. 'Relax mom and stand next to Sasha and let's see them together.' Mom reluctantly complied and stood next to Sasha and stuck her ass out to me. I looked on and noticed one difference. 

'Mom the only thing about your butt that is different is that yours is more plump than Sasha's. She has a smaller cute butt and yours is definitely a sexy butt.' She just blushed and shook her head.

'I can't believe I'm standing here in my kitchen with my baby girl in our panties and we are showing our butts to Jason.' Mom whispered to Sasha. 

'I know mom isn't it exciting, knowing how much he likes to look at your butt. I like it too.' With that Sasha reached over and squeezed mom's left ass cheek and then raised her hand and brought it back down hard on the same cheek. SMACK. 

'OWWW, what was that for you little brat?' mom set about rubbing her cheek, making her ass jiggle even harder.

'That's what moms get when they have their shorts down by their ankles and they are showing off their sexy butts to their kids.' This set us all off into fits of laughter. Mom finally reached down and grabbed her shorts and ran upstairs, looking embarrassed. 

Finally me and Sasha were alone. Sasha turned towards me and gave me a look that was unreadable to my mind. It was questioning and apologetic at the same time. I just reached over and pulled her into a big hug. She melted in my arms, repeatedly saying she was sorry about what happened in the bathroom. I held on to her for a good few minutes and let her say everything she wanted. 

'Baby you are such a cutie, I couldn't believe you were ever into such kinky things.' She just blushed and buried her face in my chest and grinned. 

'Jason I didn't plan to do what I did, it just happened.' 

I looked in her eyes and said, 'I hope we do that some more.' Her jaw dropped. Then I left her standing there shivering like a leaf and bounded up the stairs. 

Mom was in the shower. I needed to use the bathroom. I knocked on the door to ask if she'd let me in. I didn't hear back and I really had to go, so I just let myself in and head straight to the toilet and let out long sigh and strong stream. I guess my sigh startled mom and she peeked out from the shower to see me standing over the toilet. 

'J what the hell are you doing in here? Couldn't you hold it in??' 

I shook myself off but didn't flush. 'I was busting for a pee mom and there was no way I could hold it in. I'm sorry.' 

'It's ok kiddo, next time try a bit harder I don't want you catch me naked.' 

Hmmm, catching mom naked, I thought to myself. I wonder what she looks like naked. With these bad thoughts in my mind, I once again apologized to mom and walked out. 

I went back to my room and fell face first on my mattress. Two girls in my life and I wanted to fuck both of them. They were both equally sexy. And I imagine both their pussies were equally tasty. I started cooking up schemes in my mind to get both of them naked and in my field of vision. I was just lying in bed when I heard my door creak as it was pushed slightly open. Sasha peeked her head in to see if she could catch me in an act of self-pleasure. I saw the look of disappointment on her face when she realized that I was just lying on top of my sheets.

She padded across the room and jumped on my back and started to rub my back. I'm not overly muscular, but I do work out sometimes so having a set of hands rubbing on my back is always a welcome feeling. I moaned into my pillow urging her to use more of her strength to get to the deep tissues in my back. She was putting a lot of effort into rubbing my back, making all kinds of sounds. I was also being very vocally appreciative of her massaging techniques. All these moaning and groaning sounds must have broken the barrier of the walls of my room and reached the ears of my mom. 

She inquisitively came to my room after her shower and saw something which must have stunned her. Her little baby girl in her little tank top and panties rubbing her tiny hands all over her brothers back. It was as if she was entranced by this scene of sensuality in front of her. She tried to make sounds with her mouth to get her kids to separate but nothing came out. So she just stood there and watched. Her daughter's tiny little panties stretched across her cute little butt. Her tiny pussy seemed to be a bit wet as the panties kept digging deeper in her crack from all the effort she was putting into massaging her brother's back. She couldn't help but get turned on by this sight. 

Finally she cleared her throat to get her daughter's attention. Sasha stopped rubbing her hands on my back and turned to look at mom. 'Baby what are you doing?'

'Jason said his back was hurting so I offered to rub it down for him mommy' Sasha said in a cute voice. 

'Ok baby, I understand you want to help him. It just sounded like you guys were up to something else so I had to come and check it out.'

'Mommy do you want to help me rub his back. I'm not strong enough to get at his deeper tissues.' Mom thought about it for a second and walked over to the bed and climbed up and sat next to Sasha. Her hands joined Sasha's and they both went full on masseuse mode on my back and worked out all my kinks. Mom showed Sasha how to really get deep. I just lay there feeling like a million bucks.

'Should we do your legs too honey?' mom asked in a sweet voice. I simply turned over and kept my eyes closed, thoroughly enjoying this moment. I didn't realize that I was tenting. My dick had snuck out from the hole in my boxers. Mom gasped looking at my pole. I opened my eyes and quickly realized what happened. Hurriedly I tried to tuck my dick back in my boxers, but it was too hard to bend. 

'Honey its ok if you have got an erection. I understand why you might have gotten turned on from a massage. It's very common.' I covered my face and blushed heavily. This was so embarrassing to be this situation with your mother and sister. 

'Mom I'm sorry. It just won't go down.' 

'Kiddo it's no problem'.

What a morning this was, mom thought to herself. First I see my daughter's cute pussy, now my son's dick is right here in the open. 'Well are you going to masturbate right now? We can leave you alone for a few minutes if you'd like. Come on Sasha.' 

'Mom I don't think there is any other way to make this go down.' Sasha just kept on staring at my dick, mom had to nudge her to move. She had seen it before but not when it was hard. 'Mom why is his dick so big? I didn't know they could get so large.' 

'Baby let's not discuss the size of brother's penis right now, it might make him feel uncomfortable. We will be in my bedroom when you finish up honey. Meet us there later.' So they left me alone. I didn't want to masturbate so I waited for a few minutes till my dick calmed down and left to go to my mom's room. 




Innocence



Mom and Sasha were sitting on the bed talking in hushed tones when I walked in. My guess was that they were talking about my dick. 'Hey guys sorry, I got excited back there. It has a mind of its own I guess.' 

'No problem baby, come join us.' Mom was sitting there freshly showered and just in her robe. Sasha sitting right next to her cross legged Indian style. This caused her panties which were already dug deep in her crack to be showcased to my eyes. Mom saw where I was looking and turned her head there as well. She whispered in Sasha's ear that she should close her legs, but Sasha told her she was comfortable sitting this way. Her pussy was still hidden, because it was so tiny, but it left little to imagine what it would be like. No sign of any hair, and slight dampness across the front. I felt my dick start to twitch again. 

I joined them on the bed, and our conversation continued to topics of what we might do for the following months. We all had free time so a road trip was one of my ideas. They both seem to like it so we decided to plan it in more detail in the next couple days. Sasha seemed to get very excited over this idea of a road trip. Her nipples which had been unnoticed by us were starting to form points in her little tank top. Mom saw the same thing. She was shifting in her robe, which caused its sash to come a bit loose. Her cleavage was coming to sight. She didn't seem to notice. Her gaze was directed to her daughter. I meanwhile had two gorgeous girls exposed in front of me and I couldn't do anything. Just yet.

Living in Montana, there was no shortage of beautiful nature. We had been all over the state and experienced everything it had to offer but we never left the state. Growing up Sasha and I absolutely loved the nature. Mom however was not too much of fan for camping or hiking. I guess it's because she had to do all the extra work while we just ran around and had all the fun. This upcoming road trip would be different though. We were not going to let mom do all the work. The plan was to go down to California and spend a few weeks there. Now it was time to get prepared for the trip.

We had most of the stuff we needed so it was just packing that needed to be done. Mom had a SUV which had huge seats so we could just crash in the car instead of having to set up tents. The one thing we needed was a camera. Our old one just didn't cut it anymore. Making memories was the most important part of this trip and I was going to make damn sure that I had a quality camera to record them. 

So I took mom's credit card and went down to the store and pick out an amazing SLR. Got a great deal on it as well so it didn't put a big dent on the card. I brought it home and was really excited to show it to mom and Sasha. When I got there they weren't home. I saw a note on the coffee table saying they had gone to the mall to pick out new clothes for the Cali weather. 

I had the house to myself. So I ripped open the box of the camera and pulled it out and got it set up. Batteries were charged and I had loaded a memory card that could hold thousands of pictures. I was excited to say the least. I had always wanted a professional camera. I was a good photographer with a point and shoot but, those were for amateurs. I wanted to be a pro. Also people tend to pose better for you when you are shooting them with a great big SLR with a massive lens. I was waiting for my Mom and sister to come home so I could test out my camera on them. I knew they would absolutely go nuts posing for me.

After about an hour or two just sitting around waiting I decided to order some food for dinner. Chinese food was the go to food for our family. It arrived within 30 minutes of me placing my order. Fucking ninjas delivered it, if you asked me. Anyways I set up the table and poured out some drinks for all of us. 

Sasha texted me saying they would be home any minute now. I heard the garage door open and in they came. Each carrying about 4 bags of clothes. 'Oh Baby, you got food!' Mom was really happy she didn't have to cook. She came over and kissed me, and caught the corner of my mouth. I grinned slyly, 'It was no problem mom I put it on your credit card.'

'It's ok babe, I'm just happy that I don't have to cook! Sash grab my bags for me and put them upstairs please honey, and hurry back or the food will get cold.' We all descended on the dining table and sat down. Mom noticed the glasses of wine but didn't object. She was in a great mood. We drank glass after glass and filled ourselves up with great food. By the end of dinner we were through three bottles of wine between the three of us.

Sasha was getting the giggles. Constantly laughing over every single word that she heard. Mom was doing no better. We left the dining room the way it was and moved ourselves to the living room and crashed on the couches. 

'Fuck the dishes'.

Mom had reached the reached the stage of "Drunk". We all just burst in to laughter after that. I thought this would be the perfect time to pull out the new camera. Everyone was in a great mood. This is the type of stuff I wanted to record. I snapped the first picture of Sasha, she was sitting on the couch with her legs pulled up underneath her. The dress she was wearing was pulled up on to her thighs exposing them to the camera. She didn't realize I had taken a picture till I snapped the second one. Now she faced the camera and smiled real big, to show how much she liked the new camera I had in my hand. Mom was also excited that I had bought this new camera. I turned the lens over in her direction and was about to snap her picture, when she suddenly got up and said that she needed to pee. She ran up to the bathroom. Sasha followed her in there. 

In the bathroom, mom was sitting on the toilet with her skirt pulled up and letting her stream gush straight into the toilet. Sasha came up and insisted on peeing. She also had to go real bad. Just as mom finished Sasha sat down and let her stream go. Forgetting to take off her panties. 

'Uhhhhh, mommy I forgot to take off my panties. Now they are all wet.' Mom looked on as Sasha kept peeing through her panties. Soaking them all the way through. 

'Kiddo its ok. Nobody needs to know anything about this. Don't be embarrassed. Just take them off and I will bring you new ones.' So she peeled them off and tossed them in the hamper. 

'Mommy we have to go and pose for Jason's new camera. I just love having my pictures taken, and he is so good.' 

'Ok baby let's get ready and go down. '

Jason was wondering what was taking the girls so long in the bathroom. 'We will be right back J.' Mom took Sasha into her bedroom and told her to get changed into something nice. Sasha took off her dress in one swoop and tossed it on the floor. Mom just looked on as her little baby girl was completely naked in front of her. 'Baby you are so beautiful.' Sasha just blushed and started digging in the shopping bags. As she bent over, her butt faced her mom and her pussy and ass came in to view. This tiny pussy and asshole of her daughter were enticingly sexy. So small and sexy. 'Ohhhh, mom groaned, she couldn't turn her eyes away from her daughter. She knew it was wrong and yet she kept on looking.

'Mommy you have to get changed too.' So mom shook out of her trance and decided that she needed to put some sexier clothes on. So she pulled off her sweater and skirt, and stood there in the room with her naked daughter in her underwear. 'Mommy take it all off, we will dress up really sexy for the pictures.' I guess the wine had gotten to her and without a hint of reluctance mom shuck off her bra and panties. Sasha looked on as mom's naked form came into view. Her boobs just wonderfully perky and not too large. They had still maintained their shape over the years. Her pussy was also completely shaved off and looked delectable. Mom was getting turned on, her pussy was showing signs of it. Moisture was accumulating on the lips. Her eyes were getting smoky. There was a scent in the air of two wet, horny pussies. 

'Mom what do you want to wear? I say we wear just a black dress and some panties. I want us to match.' 

'Ok baby, let's put on the new black dresses we got today and you go grab your panties and I'll put new ones on.' Mom grabbed some tiny lace panties from her dresser and slipped them on. They showed every inch of her pussy, but it was covered by a layer of lace. Sasha came back with a pair of black panties. They were not lace, but they didn't cover much either. If she would have bent over her ass hole would be uncovered. Just a band running down her crack. With panties on both mom and Sasha put on their black dresses. They had gotten them from the same designer store so they were almost identical. Thin shoulder straps that held them up. The rest of the dress hugged the body like a glove, accenting every curve. The top part was cut deep, exposing all of the cleavage, covering only the nipples and beyond. The bottom part of the dress had a lace part to it which gave subtle peeks at what lay underneath. The designer knew how to make a dress that showed off the attributes of the person wearing it. 'OhmyGod Mom, you look stunning!' 

'No baby girl, you look absolutely ravishing.' They stared at each other and mom pulled Sasha into a big hug. Tears in her eyes on realizing how much her little girl had grown up. Her boobs even though small were showcased wonderfully in the dress. 'Let's go and blow up Jason's camera. We are looking hot!'

Mom and Sasha descended the stairs and walked out to the living room to find Jason still sitting on the couch watching T.V. He had pulled out another bottle of wine and filled out a couple glasses for the girls. When he saw them walk in his mind froze. 'Wowww girls, I didn't know you had dresses like those in your closets! You both look amazing!' The girls gushed over his compliments and came over to kiss him. Soon kisses were covering his face. 'Do you mind if I take your pictures while you both are all dressed up?' 

'Hahaa of course honey, we dressed up just for you! Take as many pictures as you like!' I pulled out my camera and started snapping shots of Mom. She was looking stunning. I had never seen her dressed like this before. I got her to sit on a stool in the middle of the living room, fireplace in the background. The shot was perfect. Her legs were placed on the rungs in the middle of the stool so, she had to try hard to keep her legs together. It slowly became a losing battle as I kept taking shots from various angles. Her legs began to separate. The lighting was very sensual so her pussy wasn't blatantly showing. But you could get a hint of what was underneath her dress. 

I ended up on the floor shooting upwards. 'I don't think that's a position from where a son should take pictures of his mother from.' Mom said coyly. 

'I'm sorry mom, I was just trying out angles.' 

Mom dismissed my response with a slight grin. 'You don't fool me kiddo, you want to see what under my dress don't you?' I just kept taking pictures and didn't answer her. 

'I don't mind it if you want to see. Come closer and shoot me if you want. Sasha get in the frame. I want some pictures of both of us!' Sasha eagerly jumped up to go and stand behind mom

They looked amazing together. Mother and daughter dressed as sexy as possible, all for me. I took a moment to just look at them, admire them, and study their bodies. 

'I love both of you. Thank you for dressing up for me.' 

They blew me a kiss. I told them to hold that pose. I snapped a couple of shot of them blowing me a kiss. It was such a cute picture. Sasha put her hands on mom's shoulders. Typical innocent mother-daughter pose. I snapped a few shots. Then she moved one of her hands and a shoulder strap of mom's dress caught in her hands and fell off her shoulder. The left side of mom's dress was becoming loose. The deep cut of the top of the dress became even deeper. I kept shooting. The dress kept falling. The cup holding her boob in place caught on her nipple. I shot mom from the side. I could see her areola and the nipple holding up the dress. Such a sexy shot. Mom noticed her dress and didn't try to put the strap back. She was enjoying this exposure. Sasha was looking down mom's dress and could see it all. Finally the nipple gave up its battle of holding the dress up and it fell off. Mom's bare breast came into view. 

I saw it first from my viewfinder. I was still taking shots. I got the whole sequence of how her dress fell, it was like motion capture. I put my camera down and just took in the sight of Mom's boob. It was spectacular, even if only one was visible at the moment. The boob was perfect in size. It didn't look old, had no signs of age. Her nipple was standing proud. It had a nice pinkish brown tone to it. I had an urge to suck on it. I felt mom could sense it too. Her babies looking on hungry as her nipple kept at attention. 'Sorry babies, I hope this didn't embarrass you, looking at your mom's old breasts.' 

'Mom your boobs are absolutely gorgeous.' 

'Since you have shown us one can Sasha drop your other strap as well?' Sasha didn't even wait for confirmation from mom, she took the strap and peeled it straight off mom's other shoulder and bared the hidden boob. It was just as magnificent. 'Uhhhhhh, mommy you are so sexy! Please pose for me. Give me a sexy pout.' Mom complied striking a smoldering pose. I snapped off a few more pictures. 'Sasha put your hands on Mom's boobs and give me a surprised look.' She did and I also got a surprised look from mom. Great shot! 

I handed mom her wine glass and she gulped it down instantly. Sasha also grabbed her glass and emptied it. Mom feeling a bit more confident now, got up and her dress bunched up at her hips. Her slender belly and the soft curves of her boobs were looking spectacular in the lighting. I took a few more shots. 

'Sasha get up behind mom and grab on to her waist like you'd be hugging her from behind.' She complied and grabbed mom firmly. Her small boobs pressed in to mom's back. Mom just threw her head down and moaned, accepting her daughter's tiny hands on her half naked form. Beautiful pose. Sasha felt like taking things further in this pose and dropped her hand to mom's legs and dragged them up slowly. I watched on as mom's dress started bunching up from the bottom exposing more and more of her thighs. 

'Is this how you want to see mom Jason?' Sasha asked me. I just nodded my head as I kept taking pictures. The dress was now up just barely covering mom's panties. I was on my knees shooting up, getting a small glimpse of mom's lace covered pussy. It was beautiful. Mom didn't offer any resistance to Sasha's ever exploring hands. The dress was now pulled right over Mom's ass, her panties in full view. I got up close to her pussy and shot multiple close ups. The air was dense with her scent. I wanted to bury my whole head in her pussy. Sasha wasn't satisfied yet, she got on her knees and yanked the dress all the way down mom's body. 

'Oh Goddd, Sasha, you have me almost naked!' mom stated excitedly. She stepped out the dress and struck a pose, not ashamed one bit by the fact that she was posing for her kids.

I put my camera down and reached for mom. I grabbed her panties and slowly peeled them off. Revealing her pussy inch by inch to my hungry eyes. Sasha was behind me, rubbing herself against my back. I could feel her nipples poking me. Mom's pussy finally uncovered was right in front of me. I didn't want to take pictures anymore. Mom looked down at me questioningly, seeing if I was going to do what she thought I was going to do. And I did, I stuck my face right at her pussy. It was also small, completely bald, and dripping wet. My mouth latched on. I licked at her pussy with every intent of making her explode. 

'OHHHH J, you shouldn't be licking me down there.' Mom said but didn't push me away. Sasha was watching in awe as I kept licking hungrily at mom's wet pussy. Her juices tasted like heaven. 'Oh J, I'm going to cum any second now. You are going to make your mother cum. OHMYGOD!' And her gates burst, a flow of cum poured straight into my mouth. It was thick and sweet. I couldn't get enough of it and I kept licking. 'J I'm going to cum again.' More cum in my mouth and I kept going at it. Slurping up all her juices. She orgasmed two more times on my tongue. And finally pushed me away, claiming that her pussy was too sensitive. I caught mom's eyes and gave her a satisfied smile. She was too far gone in her mind to consider what had just happened. Her Son Had Just Ate Her Out.

Sasha looked on as I made mom cum multiple times with my mouth. She was rubbing herself through her tiny panties. I picked up my camera and pointed it at Sasha. Her face locked on to the lens and she started rubbing herself furiously. Mom still feeling horny, came up behind her and pulled at her daughter's dress. It offered no resistance and came off easily. Sasha's pretty little boobs were on full display. Her nipples were super hard. 

'OHHH MOMMM, 'she wailed as mom tweaked her nipples roughly. Her hand was still rubbing away at her tiny pussy. Mom kept toying with her nipples. I pulled her hand off her pussy. She groaned in frustration. Her need to climax was the only thing on her mind. I was going to tease her to the point of death. 'Hold her hands mom.' I reached down and grabbed her tiny panties and pulled on them. They were stuck to her pussy. I kept pulling on them till her pussy juices let them go. I slid them down exposing her tiny pussy. It was so tiny. Her lips hiding the pink center. I yanked the panties off her legs and spread her wide. She was whimpering. Mom was looking on seeing if was going to give her baby girl some relief. 

I leaned in close to her pussy and brought my camera. The lens was an inch from her pussy. I took a snap. 'Ohh Godddd' she moaned. I knew how badly I was teasing her. I kept snapping a few more pictures. I took her legs and pulled them up to her chest. Now her cute little pussy and the ass hole were exposed. I leaned in close and took a deep breath. Her scent was similar to moms. Fucking heavenly. I was tempted to lick her but I held off. Both mom and Sasha groaned as their frustration mounted. I pulled up my camera and pointed it at her ass hole. It could sense the lens on it and started to move on its own. Her ass hole wanted to open up and expose the pink insides to my lens. This was enough for me.

I tossed the camera and dove in. 'OHHHH MY FUCKING GODDDDD, IM CUMMINGGG!!' Sasha screamed as soon as I licked her from her ass hole all the way up to her clit. There was a strong jet of fluid that knocked me back. It shot up a few feet and landed all over me. Sasha lay there convulsing as she experienced her first orgasm. 

Mom looked on hungrily then dove forward covering her baby girl's pussy with her mouth. Sasha tried to push her off but Mom wouldn't let up. 'ARGGGGG, MOMMY IM CUMMING AGAINN!!' she screamed as another jet shot out her tiny pussy and went into mom's waiting mouth.

The taste of her cute little pussy was incredible. I was already thinking of bottling it and distributing it across the world. "MY LITTLE SISTER'S PUSSY JUICE". That would be sold in every retail store. I had tasted her piss and now her cum. I must be honest, there was very little difference. Her pee was maybe a bit more salty, but that's about it. 

I sat back watching my mom and sister wrestling about on the floor in front of me. Mom still had a firm latch on Sasha's pussy. I got my camera and snapped a few more pictures. There are no words to describe the feeling I had as I watched. I tore of my t shirt, shorts and dropped my boxers. I stood in front of my mom and sister completely naked. They were still wriggling about on the floor and hadn't seen me yet. 




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I got behind mom and thrust myself at her and sank in all the way. 'Ohhhhhhhhh J...I heard mumbled from my mom's mouth which she didn't want to remove from her baby's pussy. The feeling of her hot pussy surrounding my cock was too much for me to bear. I began moving in and out, sloshing around in her wet pussy. Within a few minutes my balls shrank and I shot off deep in her pussy. She moaned her pleasure as she kept licking Sasha. 

'Mom that was amazing!' I yanked her off Sasha and buried my tongue in her mouth. She moaned her displeasure, but accepted my intruding tongue and gladly dueled with me. Sasha thanked the Lords and seemed to have fainted on the living room floor. 

*****

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All individuals in this story are over 18 years of age, any coincidence to any person, persons, is completely coincidental.

*****

I was 18, young, virgin and totally insecure, no girlfriends. Went to an all boy's high school. A damn sausage fest with a bunch of insecure assholes like myself.

I lived with my mom, dad and 3 sisters. My older sister; she was two years older than I was. But she was very close to me and felt bad that I didn't have enough confidence, so I guess she was hatching up a plan for the summer vacation from college.

She lost her virginity when she was sixteen, together with her girlfriend down the street, they had gone out with brothers to the movies. My sisters friend as totally insatiable; I found out later. My sister had confided with me that the guy was a clown and that it felt good but she thought it should have been more than that because her girlfriend came and my sister knew that the feeling she got was nowhere close to make her do what her friend did.

That summer, my sister started to bring her friend around the house and they would talk about boys, movies and whatever they talk about...

One day our parents took our two younger sisters on an outing with their friends to a water resort.. my sister had told my mom that she didn't want to go because she was on her period... (shit I didn't know what that was) So my sister and her friend were inside my sisters room and they decided to both go to the bathroom, my sister wanted to show off our new bidet, how easy to clean herself after going to the bathroom etc... So they were both in there taking turns washing themselves on the bidet and I hear screaming, I was in my room reading Mad magazine. So I ran to the bathroom without knocking and on opening the door my sisters friend was half sitting on the bidet screaming... and another shock was that she had wiry hair around her vagina... so I was totally shocked and frustrated because I felt something I never felt, a slight twinge on my dick, and later I felt wetness on the tip of my dick but not like pee this stuff was slippery and felt good when I rubbed it on the head of my dick...

Well, my sister friend left, and my sister called me into her room; she was wearing like a tennis skirt with a white cotton blouse. I could see her white panties which was no surprise to me, shit... living with three sisters one older and two younger than me, I saw my fill of white panties...

But this time was different, she was sitting in her bed sideways resting against the wall and asked me to pull up a chair from the opposite wall. So I did, but this time I can easily discern he pussy lips and some slight hair coming out the sides of her panties. 

She asked me how I felt when I saw her friend screaming in the bathroom, I told her I was shocked because I still didn't know what was hurting her and that I saw hair down there...

So she asked me if I had hair around my dick and balls, I told her yes, but I though only guys had that, because I had never seen my sister with hair when I saw them running around naked between the bathroom and their room. She explained to me that girls also get hair in their pussies after they reach a certain age, then she asked me if I had any other questions...

So I asked her why her friend was screaming, she explained to me that she was having an "orgasm" and she would explain it to me later..

I told her I had another question, why did the tip of my dick had some slippery stuff come out of it. She asked me if I felt something when I saw her friends pussy. I told her that I felt a little tickle around my dick.

She explained to me that all would be explained in very short order.

So while I was sitting there she noticed I was mesmerized with her pussy, and my dick was getting hard like it always did at all times of the day... Shit... gotta pray the 'our father' again to make it go down...

She started telling me that she was going to explain some stuff that I needed to know. So she said that she saw me looking at her panties, I was embarrassed and turned red, she told me not to worry because we were always so close that she knew the day was coming for me to learn.

At that moment she opened her legs wider; my heart was going to explode out of my heart; she showed me the pussy hair popping out the side of her white panties and told me to touch it and feel it, so I did very slowly and carefully as not to touch anything else, then she pulled her pants down a little so I could see the hair above her pussy and then told me to touch it, if felt weird much harder and stiffer that the hair on her head. My hands were shaking...

I told her my dick was so hard it was hurting, so she said to take it easy and to not to tell anyone what was going to happen, not even our parents or my best friend or anyone, it was going to be our secret...

I was wearing gym shorts so she asked me to pull them down, I whined and she told me to shut up do what she was telling me, that everything was going to be OK. She got a hold of my dick; the feeling was indescribable and my balls started twitching along with my dick, she reached into her panties and she took them out and rubbed my dick with this slippery fluid she got out of her pussy.

The moment she put that on my dick she stroked my dick like five times and I felt like I was going to explode, piss and shit at the same time, and it felt really good, then when I was totally tensed my dick exploded and through all this stuff all over my sisters hand and the towel she had brought to put on top of my dick for the explosion. I was afraid to look at my dick, I didn't know it was still there... It was fully deflated now... then she explained to me that if I did that to myself it was called masturbation and not to worry to do it too much because I would learn how my body reacts when my dick was being stroked.

She explained to me that what I felt was an orgasm, and the stuff squirted out was sperm and that is what carried sperm to make babies. Stupid catholic school I went to might as well been a Unic.

The she told me that I needed to help her and she took off her panties and stretched out more from her sitting position, I saw for my first time a PUSSY a REAL PUSSY, my dick got hard again... She explained to me where the hole is to tick my dick when I fucked a girl, and that some girls like to rub their clitoris rubbed while masturbating. So she told me to sit next to her, she opened her blouse and saw my first WOMAN TITS. She showed me how to touch them and how to touch her nipples and had me sucked them and kiss them, meanwhile she was moaning and I got scared I was hurting her, she told me she was moaning because it felt really good. 

And then told me to continue kissing and lightly sucking her nipples as they were getting really hard; she grabbed one of my hands put them on her hairy pussy, she had me separate the hair and saw my first CLIT, she pushed my middle finger on her slit and immediately I felt like I was touching silk and felt warm and slippery, she explained to me that I was going to rub the clit. So I started, she told me to slow down and not to push hard just slight slippery touch. I continued and she was breathing hard while I was kissing her tits and rubbing her pussy, she grabbed my hand again and guided it into her home.. my first HOLE, it felt incredible, she told me to go in and out her hole and that she was going to rub her clit, I did as I was told... Then I felt my finger getting grabbed hard and she told me to go faster and not stop, then she started shaking and she screamed like her friend had earlier, then I felt more warmth and wetness and I could feel like she came like me, it wasn't squirting it was just more slippery liquid.

It took her a little while to stop panting and to actually feel like she was back to the world, because while she was cuming the earth could of just collapsed and she would of never felt it. I would learn to do that to myself very soon, because while I was still touching her I grabbed my dick and grabbed some of her fluid from the pussy and stroked my dick to my first orgasm, she told me to shoot it at her tits, so I did and saw this creamy white liquid all over her tits and chest and she told me I was a fast learner and was a good boy. 

And reminded me that this was not to ever be divulged.

END OF CHAPTER ONE.



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The characters in this story are all over eighteen and the age of consent, sex if it happens is consensual. UK English is the rule: if the spellings Mum, arse or colour annoy you, don't go any further, for the rest of you enjoy.

*****

"I swear I didn't let it happen, why can't you believe me?"

My sister looked at me with genuine tears in her eyes, I backed down, I always do.

"OK, I believe you, have you talked to Mum yet?"

"No I was waiting for you, I didn't know what to say."

Her eyes looked down and a few teardrops fell from her cheeks onto her blouse. I put an arm round her and pulled her to me. As we met her head turned and she snuggled into my shoulder, then the tears came. She sobbed for a good fifteen - twenty minutes, my shirt was soaked, but it would dry, I didn't mind.

Al slowly recovered her composure and soon her sobbing stopped, she rubbed her face in a dry bit and let go a hollow laugh. Relaxing I set her free. She had her arm round my waist, she hugged me.

"Mike I'm so sorry, I was ashamed about it otherwise I would have told you straight away, honestly."

I nodded, and hugged her again,

"OK babe, let's go see Mum, she's going to need us more than ever now."

I walked from my house with Al and we took her car, She was twenty three, I was twenty eight. We both have dark hair, hers shoulder length, mine cut short, a number four, every three weeks. Al was slim, tall and athletic, with small pert boobs and a firm round arse. Her stomach was flat, almost concave and she wore her blouses short, leaving her navel on view. No piercing for Al, nor tats, that wasn't her style. She wore a short wrap around skirt, well above her knees, but cycle shorts underneath. Don't ask me how I know, it's Al, she always does. Me I favour t-shirt and jeans or shorts.

We sped over to the house in her little Ka, I hated it, it was far too small. I had an old Mondeo, it ate fuel but I loved it. She drove skillfully and fast, within the limit, but only just. She knew every Hump, Throat and Speed Camera in a fifty mile radius. She needed too, considering her need for speed. Soon we were outside the old place and we sat looking at it for a few minutes. It looked neat and tidy, lawn mowed, edges trimmed, flower beds weeded, but we knew it was all a front. Sighing, Al leaned on the door handle and reluctantly opened her door. I followed my side and we looked at each other over the roof of the Ka.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be.. This is going to suck."

"Tell me about it, OK, heads up, here we go."

We walked towards the house, side by side, holding hands, like we did at primary school. Reaching the door, we hesitated. I reached forward and pulled the handle, surprisingly the door was unlocked and then the door was open. I pushed forward and let Al come after me into the hallway.

"Hi, Mum! Hi, it's us, Al and Mike, are you here?"

I looked at Al and we waited for a response, nothing.

"Mum!" I bellowed, no answer, we walked through the house, in the kitchen was a note, propped up against the sauce bottle, all it said was,

Sorry,

Mum

xxx 

I looked at Al, saw the tears forming and pushed past her to the stairs. I clattered up them my big elephants feet clumping away, the boom of the tread as I hit each one was deafening. I ran to each room, bathroom no! My old room no! Al's room no! Mum and Dad's, there she was looking serene. 

Mum lay on the bed, face up, hands by her side, in her favourite dress, white with a brocade weave over the chest, it flared at her hips and finished at her knees. It was sleeveless and showed a hint of her chest. A single chain of thin gold round her neck and her gold stud earrings. Her eyes were closed, a little liner and some lipstick made her look beautiful. Her hair was immaculate. for fifty one she looked good, no she looked great, she had always taken care of herself, no matter what the circumstances. Mum always appeared perfect. 

Al tumbled in and looked at Mum. I approached the bed and touched her hand, it was warm. I touched her neck and just about felt a pulse. On the bedside table an empty pill bottle, a sedative prescribed recently. A tumbler of water had a feint lipstick print on it. I grabbed the phone and dialed the emergency services, requesting an ambulance. I said it looked like an accidental overdose, reading the name of the tablets out to them.

They asked basic questions, which I repeated and Al tried out. Did Mum respond to her name, could she open her eyes, could she move a finger in response to a question. All negative responses. The guy said an ambulance was on its way, expected in eight minutes. We pushed Mum over to the recovery position, Al's request, as she had recently re-taken a First Aid in the Workplace course again. 

Mum groaned as we turned her, we didn't know if that was good or bad. We heard the ambulance and again I crashed onto the stairs. As it drew up I ran across the lawn and showed the two guys, who were on their way to meet me, where we were. They carried large bulky bags, but moved incredibly fast. They were already in the bedroom as I stumbled up the stairs. Al had been at the bedroom door to show them the way. 

Inside they made their assessment and asked more questions, they took the pill box and wrote down all the information. They unfolded a stretcher and moved Mum on it, strapping her in and attaching a monitor. They hustled downstairs, but without causing Mum any pain and walked across the lawn. Loading her into the back and strapping the stretcher down, they put on their 'blues and two's' and were away. We were told she was going to the General, so we followed on at a more sedate pace. It was still fast, be we couldn't do the speed they were doing legally.

We parked and dashed into A&E, finding the reception desk. We were directed to a cubicle and found Mum, off the stretcher, in a bed, with two nurses hooking her up to a monitor. One had a clipboard and we set about giving her all the information she would need. A Doctor came in and went to Mum, he asked the nurses questions and looked at the monitor. He wanted her stomach washed out and prescribed a powerful stimulant. We were pushed aside as the nurses set things up. A senior nurse entered, her uniform a dark blue against the light blue of the two other nurses.

She had a trolley and it had a locked box on top. The nurse showed her the doctors note, she nodded, produced keys and opened the box. The nurses had a drip line in and had fitted it to a canula. The Senior nurse attached a needle to a bottle, measured out the dose, checked it, asked one of the other nurses to verify, they both initialed the sheet. Locking the box and stowing the keys, the nurse attached the needle to free link on the canula and pushed the trigger. Satisfied that it had all been dispensed, she disposed of the needle in the big yellow plastic box set up for that purpose.

The other nurses meanwhile had a contraption set up next to Mum. They fed a tube into her and began the stomach wash. A large storage bottle took the output, it wasn't pleasant. After they finished, mum look pale and sweaty. She coughed and retched. Then her eye opened. It closed and she began to snore heavily, the nurses grinned.

"I think you mother is going to be OK, she'll be sore, feel like death warmed up and will have an almighty headache later. She'll feel like she's been on a ten day drunk, without the pleasure of the alcohol. We'll do tests later to see if there is any physical damage, kidneys, stomach, liver, spleen, but hopefully, she'll be home in a couple of days."

We sat on two plastic chairs, taking turns to find coffee, a snack and take a pee break. Later we saw the Doctor, who was sure we had got to her in time. Mum was transferred to a general ward and at eight pm we were told we had to go. We left our mobile numbers and left for the family home. Checking it out we locked up and Al drove back to my place. We were both not up to eating. so just had a banana and a cup of tea. I had said to Al she would have my bed and I would bed down on the sofa, with a spare pillow and duvet cover. It was warm and I didn't need the filler anyway. 

Al obviously had no night clothes, so I lent her a t-shirt, Al is my height, so it only came down to her navel, she grinned and said it would do. I phoned Sara my girlfriend and updated her. I said I'd probably be out of action for two to three days. I heard her grin, as she said that was all right as Leonardo di Caprio had phoned so she'd be out of town herself. I told Al, who asked me to ask Sara to send her regards to Leo and thank him for last weekend. Sara laughed and we said goodnight.

Al went to change, so I slipped into a pair of boxers and a clean t-shirt, I nearly had a heart attack when Al walked out of the bedroom. I shut my eyes quickly.

"Alice Singleton you have no knickers on and that t-shirt doesn't cover your embarrassment." 

"For God's sake Mike, it's just my body, I'm your sister already, get over yourself."

I opened my eyes, she was stood hands on hips looking at me with a lopsided grin. I couldn't help but notice she waxed, her mound was white and smooth like marble with that little round cleft leading to a pair of thick outer lips, closed off tightly.  

"Seen enough? or maybe I should sit down with my legs open?"

"Al, I... Al you are beautiful, perfect, OK, I've said it, it's out there."

"Thanks big brother and as you're tenting those shorts I guess you're telling the truth. Tell me does Sara have tits and a pussy, if so, why look so amazed that I, another girl, also have them too." 

"I've never seen yours before, I mean, shit I don't know what I mean. But you are very beautiful."

"Yeah, yeah, look we need to talk, Mums in a bad way and we have to let Dad know what's happened."

I gazed into Al's deep blue eyes, she smiled.

"Al do you think he'll care? After all they split eight years ago, he's with Phillipa now, they may not be interested," I finished lamely.

"He damn well better be interested, here I'll phone, Al sat on my sofa, legs up on the coffee table, her mobile jammed to her ear.

"Nice legs to Sis."

"Shut up Perver, I'm busy."

I moved off to the kitchen and found two cola's, popped the tops and went back handing one to her, just as Dad must have answered.

"Dad, it's Al, yeah, look, Mum's in hospital, yeah OD'ed, some tranquiliser, yes he's here, I'm at his place. OK, see you later."

She clicked off and threw her phone down, leaning back the t-shirt hugged her breasts, the tips of her nipples just poking the fabric out. She swigged the coke, then started flapping her legs open. I tried not to look, I promise I really, really tried.

"Mike, Dad's coming over in the morning, he says there's nothing he can do now. Pip's coming with him, they'll come here for nine thirty-ish, is that OK?"

"Sure, what else can we do? Do we try to contact Tom?"

"Tricky, they didn't part on good terms, Mum says it was a shoutfest, I say no."

I nodded, she continued,

"She said he's dropped her for some pasty faced waitress in town, less than half his age and only just legal. Shitbag!"

"Nothing we can do Al. they're grown ups too."

"I think we should tell him, make him squirm at least."

"Right and that will help because..?"

I left it hanging, Al shrugged.

"It'll make me feel better?"

"And that'll be good because..?"

"Shut up conscience of mine, you work it out."

"Tell me Al, did he ever..?"

"Yes, yes he did, I never told Mum, I was too upset. She twigged something was up, but I said it was my usual time of the month thing."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really, I... I locked it away, it was nothing, he couldn't hurt me."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because, dickhead, Mum was happy, in love, I couldn't hurt her, could I. Anyway he knew not to try again, I made that quite clear."

"Wow!"

"I told him if he touched me again, I'd tell mum and we'd wait til he was asleep, then we'd cut his dick off and let him bleed out."

She grinned as I grimaced and automatically cupped my meat and two veg in my hands, uttering a low moan.

"Yeah frightening huh?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Don't worry, you're safe, that's not on my agenda tonight."

"Thank fuck for that, so I guess we keep the bastard out of the loop."

"Absolutely, no contact."

"Noted."

Al grinned and stretched her legs out, I felt my cock stiffen, and hurriedly raised my legs up and half lounged, half crouched on the arm chair opposite her.

"Have you got a hard-on?"

Al look at me mischievously, then opened and flattened her legs, showing me her heavenly pussy. I blushed and hunched up some more.

"Show me?"

"What!"

"Show me your cock, come on, you're eyes are bugged out looking at me, show me yours."

Al's eyes flashed and she pulled her legs together, planted her feet down and stood. She pulled my t-shirt over her head, then sat back down.

"So big brother, no excuse now, you can see me, I want to see you, strip!"

She raised an eyebrow, taunting me, her legs opening again, inviting me to stare. I ogled her as I swear time stood still, the clock must have stopped. My sister was perfect, a babe, a hottie, whatever the buzz word now was. Her breasts small firm, topped with two delicious looking perky nipples, skin like alabaster marble, the tan lines just showing. I stood and pulled my t-shirt over my head, pulled off my boxers, my cock bouncing in the freedom, the air cool, but unable to make it anything but rigid. 

Al smiled and flushed slightly,

"Wow, that's lovely, you certainly have a nice body Mikey. Now I know why Sara's always smiling, I would too if you were mine."

She giggled and her hands rubbed her sides gently. Al stood and came to me, she ran her hands over my chest, careful to keep herself out of dick range. I sighed, she walked round and leaned against me, her perfect breasts against my back. Her arms snaked round me and her hands locked together just above my pubes. She rested her head on my shoulder, then moved to kiss my back.

"Mmm, nice, I love this, the contact, the skin to skin, I love you so much Mikey."

She swayed and rubbed her belly and mound into my lower back and arse. My cock was now hurting it was so hard, I felt my pulse hammering in my temples. My breathing was rough, shaky, my mouth dry. We had never gone this far before. A few minor investigations as youngsters, looking, not touching, flashing as teenagers. Al grinning topless on holiday, Mum too. Dad and I staring totally blown away. Al in bra and knickers, coming into my room, searching for a non existent book. Enjoying my discomfort at my cocks irrational need to get hard around her.

I covered her hands with mine, I felt sweat beginning to form on my brow. I knew I was flushed. I tried to speak but couldn't, I felt her hands slip lower, just above the base of my cock, I twitched, I stammered, no words, just a yip.

"Hmm, cat got your tongue big brother. Do you think that in all the years you've been getting stiff over me, I wasn't getting damp over you?"

"I... I never.. thought... I never thought that I was that exciting, you know buff enough. You were always a babe, hot, whatever we're supposed to call it now. You were premier league, I was league one, way below you on the 'fit' scale."

"Not true, look at Sara, she's hot, she loves you, you are serious girlmeat big brother. A lot of my girlies wanted you. But I have to admit, I steered them off, because I wanted you for me. I had the hots for you at eighteen, by twenty you were my fantasy, my wank dream. Yes Mikey, I used to finger myself imagining it was you, how hot is that?"

All the time she was rubbing and swaying against me. I was trembling, almost shaking. I tried to move my hands, but the freedom let her circle my cock and cup my balls, it was too much. Skilled as I thought I was at satisfying Sara before I came, this was so crazy sexy I knew I was done. As Al's hand slid up my shaft, I jerked and sprayed cum all over the floor. I heard Al cry in delight, felt her slide her hand down and the other tighten on my balls. I felt limp, exhausted. Al walked round me still holding my cock, her other hand, index finger extended, walked round my body.

"Wow, you were certainly very pleased to feel me, weren't you?"

"Al, why????????"

"Because Mikey, I wanted to, it' been a fantasy of mine for years, now it's a reality. And let me say right-away, you did not disappoint. I love you Mikey, I really love you."

She leaned in to kiss me gently, both hands now on my limp cock. That's when the doorbell rang. I flushed again, Al grinned and walked to the hallway.

"Al, Al!" I yelled, she ignored me.

I heard the door open, heard Sara's voice, Al answering, the door close, laughter, kissing, then Al walked in holding Sara's hand. Sara grinned and undid her long coat. Pulling it open, she stood naked, Al's hands touching her breasts, her belly, her mound, a kiss on the cheek. Sara turned and then they kissed, a lovers kiss, as their hands pulled them into an embrace, breasts meeting, belly's, mounds. My cock twitched.

"Hello lover," Al said and ran her hand over Sara's glorious backside, gently squeezing her the firm globe of her cheek.

"Mmm, hi gorgeous, how was he?"

"Perfect, thank you, I've wanted to touch him for years, he's my perfect lover."

Sara swung her head towards me.

"I guess from the effect, you enjoyed your sisters touch, I'm glad, because from now on, it's the three of us or nothing understood."

I nodded dumbly, slowly aware that they had planned this.

"Ah! I see the penny's dropped. Don't worry, we're all friends here, but more of that later. Right now I need to know how your Mum is."

Sara and Al sat on the sofa. Sara pointed to the vacant space beside her, I nodded and walked over, sitting. Al started to explain what had happened and Sara grew more serious. She nodded and asked for clarifications, we both ended up telling the story between us. By now we were all hand in hand. I felt easier, my cock shrinking. No longer compelled to look at my sister or girlfriend's nudity. Eventually we finished and Sara looked sad,

"You're poor Mum, she must have felt so alone, so lost."

"Yeah and I feel so guilty at not spotting it."

"Me too," said Al. Sara nodded and said,

"Neither of you should feel any guilt, your Mum... your Mum wouldn't want that. But I think that she will need a hell of a lot of TLC to recover from this and you'll need to keep her buoyant when she's down."

We nodded, then Sara yawned and we realised how tired we were. Hand in hand we went to the bedroom and crawled into the king size bed that dominated the room. We all lay curled together and sleep came quickly.

I woke to find the bed empty, and laughter and coffee sneaking in from the kitchen. I got up and went to pee. Finishing I drifted into the kitchen. Sara and Al were sat at the table, both naked, drinking coffee. I grinned as they gave me a little wave.

"Kettles hot, we left you sleeping, you looked so cute. Sara took your picture, here."

Al slid Sara's phone over the table, I looked at the picture, I was face down, curled up and naked. I nodded, I looked OK, I thought. Pushing the button, the kettle began to make it's boiling noise. I found a mug and the instant decaff. Filling the mug with the boiling water I stirred it vaguely. I added milk and found a seat. 

"No news so far," Al held up her phone, I hadn't checked. Al pushed my phone across,

"You neither, I took yours so it wouldn't wake you."

"Thanks, you guys OK?"

"Fine, you?"

"Fuzzy, muddled, confused." I said,

"Mike, don't worry, everything you think happened, happened and we're all cool right?"

"Right," added Al,

"Sara..."

"Don't, I know, but trust me, I'm cool. Al's cool, we just need you to be cool."




Innocence



"Right, guess we should sort ourselves out, Dad'll be here soon."

"Yes and we need to let our boss's know we won't be in for a few days. I'm sure they'll understand."

"You're right Al, we should do that now."

Sara took her phone and called her office, I picked up mine and called Dan, my boss. I could see Al talking to someone too, in a few minutes it was done. 

"I have the rest of the week off,"

"Me too,"

"Yup all sorted."

"Breakfast or showers?"

"Mix and match, you guys go shower, try not to use all the hot water, I'll eat, then we can swap."

"Sharesy?" Al asked, Sara grinned, 

"Good idea, I have clean knickers if you want, I keep clothes here for when I stay over."

"Which is not often enough," I added, they grinned.

Forty minutes later, we were clean and fed. I had tidied the lounge and wiped up the remains of my cum from the floor. I opened the window and let the clean fresh air in. Just then the doorbell rang. Al bounced into the hall, I heard the door open and her excited "Daddy" squeal. Then he came in, Al was hugging Phillipa. Dad and I man hugged, I held him a lot longer than usual. His strong arms held me too. Finally we broke, a tear in our eyes.

We brought Dad and Pip up to speed. Pip was teary, holding Dad's hand tightly. Dad said he and Pip would visit. After the break up and divorce for some inexplicable reason Mum and Phillipa had become friends. She and Dad had even double dated, when Mum was a little unsure of her new date. Dad and Phillipa providing Mum with a buffer and protection. Not that she needed it.

When Tom came on the scene Phillipa had a quiet word with me, she didn't trust him, she warned me to be careful and to ensure Al was protected. Seems she was right. I blurted it out, Al reddened, Dad flushed and his brow darkened. Phillipa and Sara calmed us down, then suggested coffee or tea. We sat lost in our own thoughts. My mobile rang, the hospital.

The nurse had phoned to say that Mum was fine, her tests were all negative and as such with the shortage of beds, they were willing to discharge her into our care. I was stunned but okayed it. The others sat waiting, as I clicked the phone off.

"Mum's being discharged we can go get her as soon as.." I shrugged.

Phillipa stood, she was a tall willowy redhead, fit and freckly, quite sexy really. 

"We'll go get her, we'll ring on the way back, Don?"

She walked to the door as Dad stood, we all looked glum. Phillipa looked back,

"For God's sake don't look like that when we get back, we'll be bringing her here, I think a few days away from home might help, OK?"

"yeah!" we chorused, as Dad steered her out the room. We heard the door open and close and the car go off.

"I'll make up the spare room bed, you guys run the vacuum over the place and go get some flowers to brighten the place up. What's Gill's favourite meal?"

"Chicken, I'll go get a bird, maybe Dad and Pip will stay too."

"Good the more love she gets the better," Sara said disappearing.

"You OK big brother?"

"Al I have no idea how I am, I'm functioning, all this is overloading me."

Al hugged me, my dirty side woke up,

"You wearing a bra?"

"Nah! why bother, by the way, Sara and I decided it was a knickers optional day, neither of us bothered. Oh my God, how quick was that?"

I grinned, and shifted my junk into a more comfortable position. Al laughed and swept out with her car keys and phone in hand.

"Going shopping Sara, and he knows." She giggled and I heard her slam the door after her. 

I cleared the table, stacked the dishwasher and wiped everything down. If Mum was coming it had to be tidy or we'd get a tongue lashing about it. I found the vacuum cleaner and whizzed round, dusted and headed for the bathroom. I pulled the damp towels out and replaced them, loaded the washing machine and went to find Sara. The bed in the spare room was made neatly and the window was open allowing the fresh breeze to waft through. I went to the second bedroom and found Sara making up the bed.

"Al and I will be staying, we have to make it look right."

I nodded, Sara and I could share, but all three of us would raise an eyebrow. Mum especially wouldn't need any more upsets at this point. 

"Good idea, sorry not functioning at the moment, you and Al have blown my mind," I frowned.

"Coffee, lounge, ten minutes, let me finish up."

I left obediently and made coffee, took the mugs into the lounge and sat down. Sara fussed around upstairs, the came down, she purposely sat opposite not next to me.

"Mike, there's something you need to know, Al and I well we're kind of really attuned to each other, more like twins, closer than sisters. I love her to bits and since we met, I've had a feeling about her. Not a bad one believe me but I knew there was something inside eating her up. Couple of weeks ago she asked to meet me, we did a bit of shopping and then found ourselves in her room. Your Mum was out with Tom. Anyway Al opened up to me, she's been madly in love with you for years and it's tearing her apart."

I sat back dumbfounded.

"But she's my sister! a babe agreed but still my sister. I honestly never, ever saw this coming, trust me Sara, this is a complete surprise to me. Poor Al, she could have any man she wanted, why me?"

"Because dummy, you tick her boxes, float her boat, rock her world. Anyway after that we set about planning your seduction. OK I agree it's very weird for your girlfriend to set you up with your sister. Believe me it wasn't an easy decision to take, because if you and she meshed, I could be on a losing streak. Happily, Al likes me too and she was at pains to make sure I knew she would never stand in my way with you. After seeing you both, I knew something bad about myself."

"What?"

"I want you both, I want Al and you, both. I told Al in the shower this morning, she's over the moon."

"But, we can't do this, how can we? It's so wrong, I love you Sara, I'm not sure I want to share you with my sister."

"Might be a bit late now buster, if the shower was anything to judge by. " she grinned and rolled her eyes.

"What, you and AL made out in the shower..."

"What without you? Ah! Poor baby, don't worry, your chance will come, trust me."

Sara slipped across and straddled my lap, her hands locating my fly, unzipping my shorts she grinned as she felt I had gone commando to. Lifting me out she stroked me gently, whilst leaning int to rub her titties across my chest. 

"No bra and knickers day, fill your boots."

She kissed me and I had my hands behind her back as she slipped forward, her mound rubbing on my cockhead. i nearly came but held it, Slipping my hands under her shirt I palmed her nipples and returned her kiss, our tongues danced. She moved and her hand guided me to her opening, I slipped in and she gasped. I pumped she bucked we kissed. I came she didn't. I spun her round and flicked her skirt up, diving between her legs. Her pussy smelled of musk and pee and my cum was bubbling in the hole. I launched in, it was delicious and over in seconds. She screamed and wrapped her legs around me.

All I could see, smell, taste and touch was her. I gobbled her up, feeling my breath being squeezed out of me. She bucked and flicked, twisting and squirmed, but my nose and tongue were embedded in her sex. Finally as she cleared orgasm two she lay back, legs wide. I sat up, she rolled over and grabbed my cock, shoveling it in her mouth and cleaning me off. Panting we pulled ourselves together. Sara insisted I was my face and hands whilst she douched to clear the remains off me out of her. Drying she said normally she'd just slip her knickers on, but as she wasn't going to wear any she had to avoid any accidents. I grinned as I dried my face.

"Clean your teeth too, no giveaways okay?" 

I nodded, like a puppy in a shop window, she grinned, and left, flipping her skirt down and smoothing it as she left. I dropped my shorts and washed my cock and balls, not that I wanted to, but whatever, Sara said no giveaways.

Downstairs I heard the door open and bang shut, Al, you could always tell.

"Hi guys, stop whatever you're doing, I'm back." She shouted, I grinned, typical Al.

I came downstairs and gave her a full on kiss, which earned me a bearhug and a bag on my foot. 

"Oww, Al what's in your bag?" I asked, faking the pain.

"Grow up sissy, you aren't really hurt are you?"

I grinned and she hit me on the arm, I laughed and she smacked me. It almost hurt, which left me in fits of giggles. Al started now, her laugh is loud and very dirty. I collapsed on the floor, sides aching. Sara came out with a grin watching the two of us sitting on the floor laughing like loons and holding our sides.

"Do you know there are times when I really don't understand you Singletons, I really don't. What's so funny?"

That made it even funnier and we were then lying on the floor, tears in our eyes, as the doorbell rang. Sara stepped round us laughing and opened the door, Pip shood Holding Mum's hand. Her free hand went to her mouth, as Pip roared and gripped Mum's hand tighter. Dad's head appeared between Pip's and Mum's, too funny. Al screamed and rolled over, her skirt flapping.

"ALICE!" roared Mum, trying to keep a straight face. "Where are your knickers young lady?"

Pip put her free hand up between her head and Mum's to obstruct Dad's view. He pushed it away,

"I've wiped that backside often enough, nothings changed, except the size," he grumbled.

I sat up and smacked Al's bare bottom,

"Dad thinks you've got a big arse!" I yelled and sniggered. 

Mum shot me a disgusted look,

"Michael Singleton, apologise for that remark, your sisters backside is very pert and pretty."

I blushed,

"It certainly is, just like her mother's."

Pip said and gripped Mum again.

"Thank you Pip, I certainly never expected that from you."

"You're welcome and it's true, I've always been jealous of your figure."

"Even with Don?"

"Especially with Don," she said and looked Mum in the eye.

"Honey, he's besotted with you, he was a good lover and husband and he is a great father, but with me he's a good friend now. We are well beyond anything but love and respect for each other."

"I love you too, I wish we could have met differently."

"Pip, we're good enough friends that it doesn't matter how we met." 

Mum kissed Pip, on the lips. Pip blushed and put her arm round Mum, their heads touched. Dad had a hand on each of their shoulders.

"I am blessed by the love of two of the most beautiful women in the world." He touched his head to theirs. 

Meanwhile Al and I had pulled ourselves together and she helped me up, giving me a view of that lovely pussy again. Al hugged me and pulled Sara over we wrapped hands and arms and huddled together. Mum and Dad with Pip came in and we made tea. Mum sat on the sofa with Dad and Pip either side.

"I'm'm sorry I caused so much bother, I just thought if I left you could all get on with your lives. I just wanted to sleep, forever."

"Gill, Pip and I would be devastated without you, you're our best friend, truly."

Dad had a tear in his eye,

"I know we split up, but we had such good times together, Pip looks at you as a big sister. You've been so good to her. What about Al, such a beautful young woman, who needed her mother to guide her through the early days of adulthood, and who I suspect needs her now just as much."

"Mike is a truly good man, thanks to your providing him with such a good upbringing. I might have taught him football, cricket and golf, but the backbone of his life comes from you."

Dad's hand rested on Mum's thigh, she nodded and kissed his lips.

"Thanks Don, I'll take that as you've been a silly girl but we all love you." She grinned. 

"Gill.." Pip looked at Mum, then burst into tears, Mum hugged her as she sobbed uncontrollably, shushing her and running a hand down her back. Dad welled up and Al sat on the arm of the sofa putting an arm round Dad's shoulder. Turning he buried his head in her chest and sobbed. Sara reached for me and I held her tight, feeling her tears on my chest. It took several minutes for us to get some control.

Dad found a tissue and dried his eyes, Al patting his shoulder, her tear stained t-shirt was slightly translucent. With my free hand I mimed moving my t-shart off my chest. Al looked quizzically then nodded slightly. Without fuss she pulled the wet shirt away from her boobs. I looked down at Sara, she nodded, she's seen and realised she couldn't say anything or gesture without the others seeing.

Mum sat up as Pip straightened, her blouse clinging to her chest, showing her bra underneath, she stealthily moved it so the wet part was away from her breasts. I grinned, she caught my eye and winked. 

"I have to tell you why Tom and I split," she announced, we all sat up.

"It seems he had an eye for Al, he openly admitted it, wanted a threesome. With my own daughter," She spat out.

"Mum!" Al moved to kneel in front of her. "He tried to touch me, I told him if he tried it again, I'd tell you and we'd cut his cock and ball off and watch him bleed out."

"Good for you, wanker!" 

The room was quiet, Mum swore! She never, ever swore, she absolutely hated swearing.

"What! Think I don't know the words or what they mean, Fuck, Shit, Cunt, Arseholes." she shouted.

"Wank, Toss, Ballocks, Fanny!"

We cracked up, mum too, she laughed and laughed.

"Whew well that go that out of my system, I feel better for that."

Dad wiped his eyes again, then looked at Al.

"Alice I can almost see your boobs dear, that shirt is practically see through, do you want to go change it?"

"Do you like them?" she laughed.

"They're very nice Al, and I only make the suggestion because you're not wearing a bra and I can clearly see your nipples. You look very nice, but you may want to cover up."

"No, it's okay Dad, it'll dry, besides they're your tears so they're special."

"OK, your choice," Dad sat back and looked at Mum. "What?"

"That was very honest of you, you could have not said and enjoyed a view of your daughter you wouldn't normally see."

"That would be voyeuristic and perverted. As it is Al's breasts remind me of you when we first met. anyway, I have Pip's breasts which I can not only look at but touch and enjoy."

"Thanks Don, I think?" Pip said with a grin. Dad nodded and winked.

Mum looked at Pip's chest causing her to blush.

"Gill, that's embarrassing."

"They are nice though aren't they, I think you'res slightly smaller than me and I bet not as droopy."

"They were never droopy," Dad said.

"It's been eight years Don, a lot can happen in that time."

"Nonsense, I bet they're as fresh as they were when we met."

"You want to bet?"

"Show me then?" Dad said with a grin.

"Dad!" said Al as mum stood, "Did you forget you never dare Mum."

Dad winked and looked at Mum, she had her blouse off and was reaching for her Bra. Pip squeeked and stood, pulling her top off and unsnapping her bra at the front."

Al grinned and tugged her top off, beside me Sara sighed and stood. Suddenly there were four topless women in the room. I ogled unashamedly. Each in their own way perfect, each different, each perfect. I was redder than a beetroot. With no thought for the conbsequences I pulled my shorts down, my erect cock springing out. Pip screamed and pointed, mum grinned, Al leered and Sara reached around and stroked it, shouting, 'mine'. Dad grinned and undid his trousers, sliding them and his pants down.

"Oh! I remember that thing well," said Mum grinning. Pip reddened and put an arm round Mum's shoulder.

"If you want to have a reunion, I don't mind," she said, Mum laughed and slid an arm round Dad, trapping Pip's between them.

"I may take you up on that, well Don, one for the road?"

"never say never and I was right they're perfect," 

He cupped her breast and kissed her. Pip lay her head on Mum's shoulder. Finishing with Dad, Mum turned and kissed Pip. I thought Dad's Cock was going to explode. It almost did as Al slipped her hand round it and moved up and down it. Dad cupped Al's little boob in his hand. she kissed him full on. Sara slid in front of me and lifted her skirt, pulling my hand down to her mound. I flattened my hand against her and pressed my fingers over her lips and between her legs.

Mum and Pip were entwined in a lovers kiss, breasts mashing together. I felt Sara nudging me, then it was kinda hazy fuzzy, noises, pushing.

The alarm buzzing finally woke me, confused. Sara pushed me, and I flapped around for my phone. Finding it I silenced the noise.

"Huh! sh'ure turn for tea," she said, sliding under the duvet. 

I rose and padded out the Bedroom, looking in the second bedroom I found Al and her boyfriend cuddled up. I grinned, since meeting Pete, Al had blossomed, she really was a grown woman now. I turned to go, Al stirred and slipped out of bed. I saw her reach for her demure nightdress, which she'd left over the chair with the rest of her clothes. 

As I walked to the bathroom she caught me up and cupped my cheek. 

"Nice arse brother, "

I felt little me lengthen and tent my boxers.

"Oh dear, you'll not be able to pee for ages, I'll go first then." She grinned and skipped in front of me. 

"You only had to ask," I said,

"I know but that would be easy wouldn't it and I don't get to see that stiffy do I?"

She grinned, gave me a little wave and walked into the bathroom, I followed and sat on the edge of the bath.

"Does Pete know about.." I gestured between us, she smiled,

"No and there's no need is there?"

"No I suppose not, you are happy aren't you."

"Perfectly, you?"

"Of course I am, Sara's brilliant, it's been what six years now, I'm wait, Thirty two, wow, an old man."

"Will you and Sara have kids?"

I sighed, it was our secret, nobody but the two of us knew.

"Al, Sara had an abortion at sixteen, they botched it, we can't have kids." I filled up, my head down. I sobbed. 

"Oh No! Poor you, you both must be devastated, poor poor Sara."

I felt my guts twist and lurched forward, Al jumped up and I heaved into the bowl. Retching as my stomach returned everything inside me. Sara and Pete must have heard because they bounded in. 

"What happened?" Sara asked kneeling beside me.

I retched and felt Sara's cool hand on my brow, I sobbed.

Al knelt by Sara and hugged her.

Sara began crying, 

"He told you.."

"Yes my love he did, I'm so, so sorry, I had no idea and never meant to pry."

Pete, disappeared and returned with a glass of water, he stood beside me and tapped my shoulder. I turned to take it, grateful for the chance to freshen my mouth. The first mouthful I sluiced round my mouth and spat out. I sipped the rest, standing and flushing. I dropped the lid and sat. Al's arm round my legs as she held Sara. Sara slowly stopped crying and I stood as Al deposited her on the seat. I held Sara's hand.

"I was sixteen and stupid, I'm still paying for it." Sara said slowly.

"No we all make mistakes, it's just how we deal with it makes the difference," said Pete, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I sat on the edge of the bath, staring at Al and Sara. Thinking things could have been so different if we'd arrived at mums fifteen minutes earlier. As it was, she died in the ambulance. They couldn't revive her. They tried, we were there. Poor Al went into a downward spiral. I took her in and we had spent many nights, the three of us in bed, Al needing us there. She had counceling and therapy. Dad and Pip paid, but we insisted she live with Sara and I. Sara had made the decision to move in within hours of Mum dying. She accepted my Insisting we put Al in the spare room.

It had taken a few years before Al was anywhere near clear in her mind. Then she met Pete, they just clicked. I liked him, Sara loved him. They were so right together. Dad and Pip were overjoyed at Al's blossoming again.




Innocence



Al took Pete's hand and led him out, turning as she left.

"I'm going to tell him," she said nodding. 

Sara and I just looked at her.

"Everything?"

"Everything." She said with a finality.

We heard the door shut and I took Sara downstairs. We made tea and toast, I tuned into a news channel. An hour or so later Pete came down. We stood as he came in, He man hugged me then wrapped Sara in his arms, kissing her head.

"Thank you for what you did for Al, I mean it, not many brothers would care that much for their sister. " He broke down and we took turns to hug and hold him.

Tom had raped Al and boasted about it to Mum, saying how she begged him for it. How he made her a baby and she would be his forever, overcome with anger and remorse she had OD'ed and we arrived too late to save her, luckily Al wasn't pregnant with Tom's child. However It was all too much for her and it tore her apart, she had a total meltdown. The rest is, as they say, history.

Oh and Tom had a crisis of conscience. He left his girlfriend suddenly one night and took himself off to a cheap motel that had no CCTV. It was quiet, discreet and no questions were asked about luggage. How'd he die, well he cut his cock and balls off and bled out.