1 comments/ 15525 views/ 2 favorites Liyla's Spiral from Grace Ch. 01 By: The_Moon_Gardens Overview: Well, each chapter is dedicated to a different type of eroticism. The only ones I won't be covering are: Pedophilia, bondage, and (possibly) rape. And maybe sex toys. The story is sparse, but it has a more meaningful effect on the sex scenes. EACH CHAPTER HAS A BRIEF SUMMARY OF ITS SEXUAL CONTENT and helpful tips on how to avoid the storyline and SKIP STRAIGHT TO THE SEX. The story isn't looking for patrons. If a reader can take only one chapter at random and enjoy the read, then the story is successful. Can't ask for much more. The story's chapters are kept to a minimum. Nothing over 3,000 words, preferably 2,500 words. Leave some constructive abuse or gushing praise, and support the continuance of my improvement in writing erotic stories. Don't worry about missing anything. Every chapter has a re-cap of highlights from previous chapters! I hope you enjoy the read. Sincerely awesome, The_Moon_Gardens Chapter One Mother and the Newspaper Subscriptions Salesman Summary: Liyla catches her mom in the act. [Voyeurism, Masturbation, Sex, Secret affair.] Let's not hide any secrets, here. Just scroll down until you start seeing suggestive actions or cussing if you just want the sex. "It was amazing. I thought I'd never enjoy my first time, especially, since. Well. You know..." Unfortunately, Liyla knew her best friend's situation all too well. But it seemed to her that almost everything in Roman Catholicism seemed taboo. Of course, having sex was going to be a big deal when Shawna's mom found out. And Shawna's mom was going to find out. It was their last year, and then it was off to college together--- if Shawna screwed up now, then... Despite the feeling of defeat that overcame Liyla thinking about how much trouble Shawna was going to get into, she smiled weakly: "I'm happy for you, Shawna. I think, though, you should be more careful... Try not to do it in your own bedroom next time, okay?" Shawna laughed. "Alright." Liyla's weak smile melted. Shawna's boyfriend was a dream. The artist type. Quiet, mysterious. Anything that two plain girls like her and Shawna could want. She wanted to ask Shawna about more details, but she worriedly looked at her cell phone clock instead: "Oh, crap. I have to get home. My mom'll kill me." "God, can't you just stay out a little more? It's only six." "Come on, remember what happened yesterday? I don't want her chewing me out again. I don't understand how she equates being late to how much I weigh, but whatever. She thinks I'm anorexic, Shawna." Shawna laughed her daring laugh. Liyla picked up her backpack: "Maybe I'll gain more when I start learning how eat everything my boyfriend buys me. Like you." "Hey," Shawna called after Liyla laughing. Liyla walked home and thought of Shawna's boyfriend. She had seen him once or twice with Shawna. And another time, he recognized Liyla and approached her at the mall while she was shopping for a new pair of shoes. His smile was slow and pretty. He was completely drenched in sex from head to toe, too. He even had those 'bedroom eyes' that songs talked about so much. Liyla sighed. It's not like anything good would come from wishful thinking. She had to focus on school. Unlocking the door, Liyla stepped in cautiously. Her mother could come out at any given moment and remind her she's fifteen minutes late. Liyla looked at her cell phone. Never mind, she was fifteen minutes early. She closed the door behind her. The whole place screamed eeriness. It was shrouded in the blueness of the evening moon. She poked her head in all the rooms except the one at the end of the hall. No one seemed to be home. She didn't call out her mother's name, because she knew her mom was still ticked from yesterday. "Shawna's a bad influence, blah blah blah."; "You should gain more weight, blah blah blah."; "You think you're already grown up? Wait 'til you're out on the street. Blah blah blah." Liyla cringed. Her mom was fantastically dull. Corporate and conservative, churchy and preachy. She needs more... dimension. Like fine art. Like great writing. Like riveting music. She's just a complete workaholic robot. Except whenever Anthony's home, but whatever. After Liyla was satisfied with her mental bash fest, she decided to make the most of her time. As she was about to head into her room, she paused. What was she hearing? It sounded like the distant raking of leaves outside, until she thought better of herself and decided to head toward the end of the hall. She pressed her ear up against the door. What? Wait... this can't be, Liyla thought to herself. Maybe she'd been watching too many movies lately, and listening to Shawna's sexual story much too intently. This couldn't be... Dad no longer lived at home. And even then, she'd never seen her mother and father actually do it... Liyla pressed her ear against the door, and it opened slightly. Her skin jumped. What initially sounded like muffled raking of leaves, was actually sharp panting, and small "Oh's". A creaking of a bed. Liyla saw through the crack in the door her mom, with fantastic legs still in their thigh-highs and an undone brassier. Her auburn hair was out of its tight bun and splayed everywhere. Her mom wore brassieres? And who was that? Was that their neighbor? Oh, God, no, he was the clean-cut newspaper subscriptions guy who kept coming around! No mistaking the same goofy hat she saw on the floor next to the bed. Liyla instinctively covered her hand over her own mouth and watched with wide eyes. She had caught the pre-show. "Oh, God," Mrs. Taylor moaned. The paper boy laughed and slid his tongue over her cheek, lowering his head to lick his way down her neck and suckle on one of her beautiful nipples-- dark, erect and prominent. His left hand was busily sliding down her torso. "Ansel, you know we shouldn't keep doing this..." "Keep doing what," he said, nearly out of breath. "This--- oh, God," Ansel had interrupted her plea with an exercising of his two fingers, rubbing her clit lovingly, but hard. "Ansel, God, put them in---" he did as she told him to, feeling her lumpy, fleshy, hot and wet hole, pushing her lacy thong out of the way to insert his fingers deeper. In a throbbing fit, Mrs. Taylor threw her arms around his neck. He laughed into her breast, simultaneously plunging his fingers in and out of her. She humped his hand and ground herself up against it. Liyla was slowly and instinctively sliding her own hand down her blouse. It slithered under her skirt, feeling the fabric of her panties. She watched. Her whole body had a mind of its own. The hallway was dark, luckily. Mrs. Taylor was too impassioned to notice that her daughter was rubbing herself, watching the paper boy smooth her down. "Mrs. Taylor--- do you want me to?" "Want you to what...?" "Go down on you." "Ansel, why, you know that's unacc--- uhn... mmmn..." Even without actual permission, he slipped his fingers out of her wet hole. He nearly shoved them into Mrs. Taylor's mouth. She sucked on his fingers submissively, quaking while she was at it. Her eyes had just barely begun to close when he grabbed her whole body and pushed her cunt into his mouth. He seemed to swallow it, bravely thrusting his tongue into her. She whimpered a painful cry. He ate her up. He ate her so hard, that the sucking noises were audible. Mrs. Taylor wriggled out of control, half of her body spilling over the edge of her bed. The whites of her eyes were visible. The pupils were rolled back in ecstasy. She moaned like a dying cat. Ansel used his teeth. Her pelvis jerked in his mouth, and rolled up and down like waves. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto the bed, sliding his hands over her thighs, squeezing them as his teeth sunk into her like a succulent fruit. He grabbed her ankles and pulled them up over her head. He spread her ankles wide apart and dug in. Her head threw itself from side to side as she screamed. She laughed and cried at the same time. She was sweating as much as she would have been if she had been going into labor for the third time. Liyla squeezed her eyes tight as she inserted her fingers into her own love hole like Ansel did to her mother. Her own lumpy insides, like clustered caviar, surprised her at first. But the tingling feeling overtook her and begged her to plunge her fingers in deeper. Her shapely pink nails raked at her insides. She shuddered in ecstasy, experiencing the exquisite pain of first time masturbation. Her knees spread and closed like a butterfly with the in and out strokes of her fingers. Soon, Ansel undid his belt. Even with Mrs. Taylor's weak, delirious protests, he spread her ankles even farther apart. "A-ansel, we shouldn't-- uhn-mmm!!!" He probed her with his fully erect manhood. It was purple under the moonlight. He rubbed his tip against her glistening pussy. Mrs. Taylor moaned uncontrollably, "Ansel, please..." "Shut up," he said. Then he plowed into her. Mrs. Taylor's head kept striking the headboard of the bed with each forward thrust. "O-ow... ohhhh...!!" She shrieked. With every recede of his crashing body, her upper body protested for release. She grabbed his arms and pressed her fingernails into his biceps. She seethed, and looked at him angrily: "God, fuck me harder--- HARDER, ANSEL, FUCKING GODDAMNIT. YES. YES. YES." He went harder, faster, causing her, even with her college and marriage experience, to bleed. She only screamed with more delight. A nice sheen ran down his shoulder blades and curved over his toned butt. The moon beams shooting through the master bedroom window made him look like a god. He was even-paced and kept his breath steady, in and out, in and out, a quarter in, then out, then a full thrust in... Liyla slowly closed the doors on her own mother's moans of delight. She was devastated, fascinated, enamored, trying to see the sticky spider web that stretched when her forefinger and middle finger spread like scissors. She couldn't handle it anymore. She went into her own bedroom and locked the door to finish off business. Liyla's Spiral from Grace Ch. 02 Overview: Well, each chapter is dedicated to a different type of eroticism. The only ones I won't be covering are: Pedophilia, bondage, and (possibly) rape. And maybe sex toys. The story is sparse, but it has a more meaningful effect on the sex scenes. EACH CHAPTER HAS A BRIEF SUMMARY OF ITS SEXUAL CONTENT and helpful tips on how to avoid the storyline and SKIP STRAIGHT TO THE SEX. The story isn't looking for patrons. If a reader can take only one chapter at random and enjoy the read, then the story is successful. Can't ask for much more. The story's chapters are kept to a minimum. Nothing over 3,000 words, preferably 2,500 words. Leave some constructive abuse or gushing praise, and support the continuance of my improvement in writing erotic stories. Don't worry about missing anything. Every chapter has a re-cap of highlights from previous chapters! I hope you enjoy the read. Sincerely awesome, The_Moon_Gardens Chapter Two Anthony's Mark Summary: Liyla starts to see more in her brother. [Masturbation, Suggestiveness (Incest).] If you don't care about the ongoing story, just scroll down to the very last section of this chapter. Liyla ate dinner with a strange numbness. Her head was whirling with thoughts. Earlier that evening, when she had caught her mom in the act with the newspaper subscriptions salesman, Ansel, Liyla, for the first time had... touched herself. After the initial shock, it became so pleasurable that it took her another half hour to get over the fascination and newly built addiction. She had blasted her music, not only to muffle her own moans, but as a warning sign for her mother that she had come home. It was hard trying to do her homework, seeing how she had done The Deed with her dominant hand. She couldn't help but stare at it and blank out. And Liyla suddenly had a newfound respect and curiosity for her mother's secret life. She knew she could never ask. But it was enough just to know. A strange, faraway smile swept over her face. Mrs. Taylor sat with her usual tight-lipped expression. She watched her daughter's smile with a sudden uneasiness. She hosted a new expression of suspicion. It was that time for girls to kiss and sneak out of the house. But she thought of something and seemed to lighten her admonishments. Oh, well. It was about time. The two ate somewhat happily before the front door swung open, and Liyla's older brother swept through. Anthony sauntered over to the dining table and flopped down at the head of the table where Mr. Taylor used to sit, "Hey, Ma. Hey, Lillie." Liyla jolted out of her little fantasy and looked up: "Wow, you look like a wreck!" Anthony answered this by turning to his mother, "Ma, you won't believe this girl I'm dating. She was---" "Anthony. Not at the dinner table. Not in front of Liyla," Mrs. Taylor wore a laughing smile. Liyla never really resented the fact that Anthony and their mother talked freely of his newest conquests. He talked about their quirks and dating mechanisms (referred to as "womanly subtlety" by most, but Anthony laughed at the idea), and other silly tidbits about females that she enjoyed listening to. It was the only time when her mother laughed and teased. Anthony was a free spirit, and was cultivated in easiness. Liyla, possibly because she was a girl, had it "worse off". Anthony had said that once. It came with the package. Even Atheist families had strict moms. "Aw, ma, who cares. It's not like Lillie doesn't know..." he and Mrs. Taylor looked at Liyla. Liyla smiled meekly. Then, as if to give her son permission, she turned to resume conversation, "Well?" "She was a hormonal monster, Ma. Just, friggin'. You won't believe it. These intellectual types are high strung, I swear." Mrs. Taylor laughed. He got a kick out of talking to them about it. "Lillie, no really, she was fantastic," he turned to his sister, "I mean, look what she did to me." He looked down at himself. He looked like he had been chewed up and spit out. His hair was messier than usual. There was lipstick on his collar and a circular bruise near his Adam's apple. "I've never seen a smart girl so desperate. She's cute, too." Anthony then scooped himself some mashed potatoes. "Anyway," he said sleepily, "I'm hungry." Mrs. Taylor shook her head, with warm, motherly disapproval. And Liyla, seeing how charming and witty her brother was, couldn't help but admire him. The mischievous green that glinted in his eye, his extremely beautiful neck. The stubbles on his face that made him look rough, the skin that looked so delicate, and everything about him that oozed sex and demanded attention. Her mouth was dry, so she drank a little water to wash it down. The water was cool and caressed her throat. Later on that evening, she came into her brother's room clad skimpily. Even if it was Fall, it was warm enough to wear shorts and a tank top. At least, that's what she told herself. "Anthony," she called out to him. He had been typing away avidly on his keyboard before he turned around, slowly and deliberately. "Yeah?" He was never the type of person to get startled. Maybe because he was guiltless and always out in the open. Liyla leaned against the doorframe. "Can I talk to you?" Liyla didn't really know what she wanted to talk about. Admittedly, she had only come there to see her brother and admire his features some more, which she (also) told herself was normal for any curious girl. It crossed her mind to tell him what she saw earlier that day, but then she thought better of it. It was a secret she liked keeping. Anthony rose his eyebrows thoughtfully. "A talk, huh? Okay." Then a wide, mischievous smile spread over his face. "Turn the lights on, will ya? Jesus, what time is it--" he looked at his computer. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" Liyla ignored his command to turn on the lights. She liked it in the dark like this. The ambiance was just right. She slinked over to his bedside and sat on it, and responded: "I usually don't sleep until one. I used to talk with Shawna until then, but she's been real busy lately." "Ha, Shawna. That kid. She got a boyfriend, now?" "Yeah. He's older." His bed was soft. She stretched her legs out in front of her. Anthony smiled. Liyla watched his movements. How sexy and carefree he looked, even slumped in a computer chair. She saw his boxers, then averted her eyes. "So. What do you want to talk about?" "Sex," Liyla blurted. She didn't even have time to stop herself. His eyes commanded her. They were hypnotizing. He let out a chuckle. "Jesus, sex, Liyla? Don't you want to talk about it with Shawna or some other girls or something? I mean, like, read your girly magazines and paint your nails?" "Anthony, I'm serious---" "So am I, Lillie. I'm a dick, I won't give you anything but bad news." Liyla paused. The two of them looked at each other. Her breath was uneven. She shut her mouth. She didn't realize it had been open. She was aroused. Completely aroused. No denying it. Her brother, like the newspaper subscriptions salesman (who initially looked pretty goofy), was a god. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could hear it pulsing in her ears. She could even hear the subtle hum of the computer drive. The soft music coming from his stereo. She stood up suddenly. "I," He rose his eyebrows again. "You're right." she smiled nervously. "Hey, come on now, you know I'm here though, right? If you need help? I won't tell Ma, I promise." Liyla felt reassured. Even his voice. God, his voice. "Thank you," she was walking backward when she tripped over her own foot. Lightning quick, her brother snatched her arm. The first thing she saw was his bicep. Her own sexual anxiety made blood rush to her head and it showed in her face. Its redness looked purple with the tint of darkness in his room. "Jesus, be careful. You'll fall and crack your head open," he chuckled. His grasp lightened. The redness of his finger imprints flourished on her skin then died away, and left goose bumps. Her dark areoles showed through her skimpy tank top. "Thank you," she foolishly repeated, and darted out of the room. Anthony smiled, watching her disappear out the doorway. He had one squirrelly little sister. ****** Liyla gave into fantastical dreams that night. They were utterly embarrassing, but sensual and real. Almost as if they were really happening. She skittishly moaned as she teased herself with her fingers, sliding them underneath her bra, exploring the suppleness of her own breasts, fondling herself, pinching her nipples hard. Caressing all her areas of sensitivity. More often than not, she liked to jackhammer her forefinger and middle finger in and out of her like a makeshift cock. Her eyes were shut tight. She writhed like her mother and humped her pelvis into her fingers. Her own face was smothered into her pillow, her chin dug into the bed sheets, "Anthony..." She continued thrusting herself with her own fingers. Her butt rose and fell in a snake-like fashion. Her hair was matted with sweat. "Mmmmn." The air was cool and kept caressing her skin with more goose bumps. Her sweat was cold. "Anthony, Anth--- mmmmn, uh-uh-uh-uh," She shuddered heavily. Then, she felt limp onto her stomach, smashing her fingers beneath her. She breathed heavily. She swiped her fingers across her own shorts and flipped onto her back to breathe better. She looked at the doorway and could have sworn she saw a shadow move. She tried to relay things back in her mind, to see if she had been making too much noise. She fell asleep paranoid, but exhausted and willing to have more night dreams. Liyla's Spiral from Grace Ch. 03 SKIP SECTION ONE Overview: Well, each chapter is dedicated to a different type of eroticism. The only ones I won't be covering are: Pedophilia, bondage, and (possibly) rape. And maybe sex toys. The story is sparse, but it has a more meaningful effect on the sex scenes. EACH CHAPTER HAS A BRIEF SUMMARY OF ITS SEXUAL CONTENT and helpful tips on how to avoid the storyline and SKIP STRAIGHT TO THE SEX. The story isn't looking for patrons. If a reader can take only one chapter at random and enjoy the read, then the story is successful. Can't ask for much more. The story's chapters are kept to a minimum. Nothing over 3,000 words, preferably 2,500 words. Leave some constructive abuse or gushing praise, and support the continuance of my improvement in writing erotic stories. Don't worry about missing anything. Every chapter has a re-cap of highlights from previous chapters! I hope you enjoy the read. Sincerely awesome, The_Moon_Gardens END SECTION ONE * Chapter Three A New Song Summary: Foreshadowing of some very pivotal characters and Liyla. [Romance, Voyeurism, Bathroom Sex, Teacher/Student.] The middle section contains the romance. The last section has a sex scene, so skip down to that section if you want some action. The rest is story-plot and character set-up. Please enjoy! Liyla came to school dazed and glossed over. It wasn't a priority of hers to be particularly outgoing-- but today was especially for her thoughts alone. Anyone that intruded gave her slight irritations. She was harmless though. Her version of showing her irritation was through mild reproaching smiles. In the afternoon, she sat down to lunch with her friends. She was exhausted, as if she had been through a tumultuous fight with a lover. Everyone at her table knew this wasn't the case. Shawna was the first one to address Liyla's off-beat behavior. "Hey, Liyla, are you okay? You look like hell." Liyla smiled a regretful, faraway smile. Shawna looked from Christie to Rick, then shrugged. Christie took a crack at it. "Hey, Liyla, you know that creepy hot guy in Track B that targets underclassmen? He doesn't do that, anymore. Maybe we'll get a shot at him!" She laughed a fat, hearty laugh. "Whoa? He's actually going for girls his own age, now?" Shawna's raccoon eyes widened. "Yeah." Christie laughed some more. "Who would've thought. I mean, he's creepy. I tried to say Hi to him once at the bus stop, but he didn't talk to me. He's really hot though." she giggled with delight. Christie rarely ever said things that made sense or reflected her current state of mind, but she was always a hearty conversationalist. Liyla usually had something mildly stern to say about engaging in dangerous affairs, especially with the strange, unpredictable people at their school, but she continued to eat her salad quietly. Rick smiled. He thoughtfully watched Shawna and Christie across the table slap each other playfully and whisper. He then turned to look at Liyla. She didn't make eye contact with anyone. He leaned in with a small voice: "Don't worry, Liyla. I'm sure whatever you're thinking about'll be okay. Things always get better in perspective, right? And don't worry about the test--- it got cancelled." His reassuring tone brought her to look at him. "Hey, do you want my brownie?" She shook her head. Admittedly, Liyla had forgotten there was supposed to be a test today.