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With One Step

By: BrettJ



 With this story, I am going to begin a new form of storytelling. This story is open-ended -- that is to say, it will continue as I have new tales to tell and end when it ends. I hope you enjoy this first installment and will look forward to further adventures as I write them. 

The sunlight streamed into the bedroom of the Chateau, signaling the start of a new day. In a sense, for the  previous  day had not yet concluded. In the bed, still snuggled close, Reagan and Kelly were flipping through the picture album, kissing and basking in the afterglow of a night of unbridled passion. Things had changed last night, for the better, for the happier, for the naughtier, for the kinkier. Monica was still asleep beside them, curled up, yet still managing to look desirable. Both women were tempted to wake her, but both resisted -- they figured she'd need her strength for the day ahead.

"Remember this?" Reagan asked her sister as she pointed to a picture of herself and Kelly and Jean-Claude, her former paramour and onetime owner of the Chateau in which she now resided.

"You were barely 20 -- even then, beautiful and desirable -- but scared. You put on such a brave front, but I know how intimidated you were, moving in with a Viscount, being his mistress, letting me go off on your own and ... "

All of this was true. Reagan had been living in France for a few years, doing whatever it took to get by. France had been inhospitable at first. The Parisiennes, in particular, seemed to have a tree-sized stick up their asses. But once she met Jean-Claude, became his lover and moved in the Chateau, her life took on a whole new direction. The people in this region were gracious, giving, kind and loving. Reagan found her home far, far away from where she had been born.

"But it all worked out. Jean-Claude was a kind and generous lover, he let me be wild and free and he left me financially secure for the rest of my life!" Reagan beamed as she felt her sister's fingers begin straying, down, down, down her body, followed by kissing lips. "Oh, you  so  don't play fair!" she chided.

"What good does playing fair get you?" Kelly teased as she kissed, licked, kissed and licked down towards her tanned sibling's freshly-waxed pussy. Some might have asked "  Didn't you get enough last night?  " but those people didn't know her or Reagan. They never got tired of pleasuring each other, feeling the heat they could inspire in bed. Since their reunion a few years earlier, all their incestuous passions had resurfaced, this time, there were no obstacles in their way. As Kelly's tongue swabbed over her sister's heated cunt and the darker woman sobbed in pleasure, Kelly gave silent thanks for their love. It might be condemned by many, but they both knew it was a blessing. They were meant to be together, to share a bed, their bodies and their lives. From the day of their reunion until now, they spent hours, days, locked in incestuous lesbian pleasure, sisters in body and soul. They feasted on each other, played perverse games, fucked each other and nothing was forbidden. Only scant days after moving in with her twin, Kelly had bought a strap-on and used it constantly to fuck her slut twin in cunt and ass. Reagan loved being a slut for the auburn-haired Kelly, she wore her titles,  slut  and  whore  like a badge of honor, as did her equally raunchy sibling.

"Oh you bitch, you fucking whore, you cunt, keep that  UP ! " Reagan roared as her sister began really giving it to her, tongue buried deep in the grooves of her pussy. The noise had the effect both women expected -- it woke up sensual blonde Monica, the third member of last night's kinkfest.

"Lord, you two!" she sighed, stretching out like a tanned blonde cat, "You're both such  nymphomaniacs , can't a woman get any sleep around here?" There was a quick motion and Kelly was now lowering her pussy on top of Monica's face while Reagan buried her face in Monica's also-waxed pussy.

"You two are evil, you know that?" the blonde Swede purred contentedly. Life had improved dramatically since she'd joined her best friend in France. Her past seemed to be a distant blur, Kelly had welcomed her with open -- arms. She hadn't known Kelly's sister well, but she was now family. A very  loving  family member.

The fourth participant in last night's debauchery walked in a minute later, back in the black teddy she'd been gifted with on the previous day's shopping excursion. She carried a tray with 4 steaming mugs of coffee. Naturally, she was unfazed by the goings-on ... for she'd been a willing participant scant hours before.

"I thought we could all use a kick-start!" the eighteen-year old blonde said. She kissed her mother, who tasted vaguely of Kelly's pussy. It was now a familiar taste to her as well.

"That was very thoughtful of you, Mila!" Kelly said as she sipped her coffee. At first, she'd been terrified of Mila's reaction to her new lifestyle. To the unbridled, hedonistic, whorish behavior she embraced with fervor. She needn't have. Mother and daughter were cut from the same bolt of whorish cloth, within a few hours of her arrival in France, her blonde daughter was fucking and sucking with abandon, including becoming her mother's lesbian playmate. All was good, all was well.

Coffee was finished and Mila slipped out of her black-silk robe to join her mother in bed. In seconds, mother and daughter were locked in a frenetic  sixty-nine  which showed the depths of not only their love, but their willingness to be depraved sluts like Reagan and Kelly. 

The sisters watched and enjoyed the blonde-on-blonde action and soon were making love to each other. Dildos and toys could wait until later -- for now, fingers and tongues and talented hands were all that were needed.

Reagan remembered back to how it had all started. It had been a long journey indeed, but well worth it ...

When Brigid Cavanaugh got pregnant for the ninth time, she seriously considered having her tubes tied or forcing her husband to use condoms or taking the pill. As a serious Catholic, the Irish woman knew she'd do none of these things -- but she had no desire to have her 9th child at 36 years of age.

They'd moved to England to get work, Tom was a talented bricklayer -- but times were tough and there was scant money to support 10 people. The church helped where they could, the family sent money, but hunger was no stranger to any of them.

Brigid was actually having an easy time with this pregnancy, but as she grew larger than normal, she consulted her doctor. The news would have been good if it had been her  first  pregnancy and not her  ninth .

"I would say with near-certainty you're carrying twins, my dear." the doctor told her. She cried for nearly two days. Brigid loved all her children. She loved being a mother and she did her best. But two more mouths to feed -- it was too much. Tom agreed with her and they made their decision.

Two months after giving birth, they took the twin girls to a local Orphanage, left them there -- with a note identifying them as Reagan and Kelly. The Cavanaughs left England. They left their girls behind and although, in times wistful, wondered what became of little Reagan and Kelly, they never tried to find out. Over the years, the twins grew up together and they were inseparable.

Many of the other children in the Orphanage made fun of them, being Irish "bastards" as one particularly cruel boy put it. Reagan would have none of it and beat him up until he cried "Uncle".

The twins, unlike many twins, were not alike. Reagan was fiery, feisty, a natural athlete and scrapper. She questioned authority and rules at every turn and she seemed to have a good sense of self from a young age.

Kelly was tinier and she was quiet and artistic. She was inclined to be introspective and kept to herself, she rarely caused any discord. She wasn't afraid to stand up for herself or her sister if necessary, but at times, she preferred just to blend into the background.

As the girls grew older, they had a few chances for adoption, but as they refused to be separated, the chances grew slimmer. Reagan continued to be a scrapper and the Nuns rarely knew what to do with her.

Many of the Nuns were strict and overbearing, but there were some of the younger ones who took to Reagan's feisty personality and Kelly's inquisitive mind. One Nun in particular, Sister Sara, would often take them to Brighton for a treat, sometimes Ice Cream or a swim or shopping.

Sister Sara had a saying that she particularly loved "The longest journey begins with but a single step." She didn't discourage Reagan's strength or try to shape her into a mold, although she told Reagan to try and avoid the fighting. She bought books for Kelly and used the resources of the local libraries to try and help Kelly in her learning. Kelly filled her mind with facts and never seemed to stop her quest for knowledge.

Reagan's curiosity went in another direction -- and it was that direction which was to change her life. The young woman had an insatiable desire to know everything she could about sex.

She was reading  Cosmopolitan  one day and one of the girls saw her and started in on her, calling her "Tramp" and "Slag". That was all Reagan was going to take. She started wailing on the older, bigger girl -- and broke her nose. It took two of the Nuns and an older boy to pull Reagan away from the beaten girl.

In her room, Reagan fumed. Even Kelly couldn't calm her down. She was going to be punished and she assumed severely. Her record showed infraction upon infraction, she was deemed "incorrigible". It was time.

She began packing her meager possessions into a Duffel Bag and she knew she was going to begin her long journey. It was time to take that single step. Try as she might, Kelly couldn't convince her to stay.

"Okay then, I guess I will go with you!" her sister told Reagan with fierce determination. "You need someone with smarts to save you from yourself!" Kelly began packing as well. One of their few commonalities was both women had a fierce Irish stubbornness -- neither was going to be swayed.

That night, while it was dark, the girls took their first step. Some years later, Kelly looked up Sister Sara's quote. It was from Lao Tzu and the  exact  quote was " The Journey of a thousand miles begins with one step ". Kelly knew she'd remember that for the rest of her days.

It wasn't going to be an easy trek -- Reagan hadn't thought things through and the nearly-16 year old had little money. Her slightly-more frugal sister had some, but not enough for them to survive on for any length of time.

Luckily, it was summer and both girls were willing to work. They traveled to Brighton and Dover and sold Ice Cream, Hot Dogs, Pop and anything they could to make money. Once they'd earned some money, both bought scant little bikinis and their sales tripled. The young men -- even some of the  older  ones -- were eager to buy from the attractive young women. Reagan knew just how to flirt without crossing the line and by summer's end, both girls had made enough money to leave England in comfort, with nice new backpacks and a slightly-larger wardrobe.

There seemed to be a palpable change in Kelly too -- as if she were coming into her own, she copied her sister by example and now her slender body was developing some nice curves, her auburn hair a nice wave and down to her rounded, bubble-butt. She liked to flaunt her ass and rarely wore panties under skirt or shorts. Reagan thought her twin was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen.

Over the cooler months, they traveled more, slept where they could afford, worked for lodgings and sometimes had to steal to survive. Life wasn't always fair, but the girls tried to cope as best they could and often huddled for warmth. By the next summer, the twins had reached Italy. Reagan loved the Italian men, somewhat saucy with a zeal for life. They got jobs as Olive pickers and it was hard work, but they made out all right. Reagan felt at home. She found them a small apartment and they moved in and made some friends, staying in Italy until the next summer. Both girls were more bronzed from the sun now, although Reagan almost looked native.

The girls had their share of admirers, but another worked had captured Reagan's fancy, a young Romany - "Gypsy" - named Francisco. Kelly didn't share her sister's opinion, there was something about the swarthy 21-year old she didn't trust. Not in the least. But Reagan was smitten -- she had it  bad . Reagan followed Francisco - "Franky" - around like a puppy dog. Or a bitch in heat.

Kelly knew -- just  knew  - that her sister was a goner. They both turned eighteen in a few days and Reagan was going to fuck Franky, she was going to let him screw her. Kelly had to admit, if he wasn't such a shit, she might have considered it. Tall and lanky, all muscle, with short-cropped black hair and almost-sinister eyes, he was compelling. But there just seemed to be an undercurrent of selfishness that turned Kelly right off. He swaggered around and enjoyed the attention of all the young women, even some of the older ones. Kelly was sure her sister wasn't his only girl -- he just didn't seem the type.

The girls were treated to a lavish meal for their birthday, the community had embraced them readily, the two "Irish Colleens" as old Guiseppe teasingly called them. Kelly saw her sister talking to Francisco and her sister motioned her over a few minutes later.

"D'Ye think your can make yerself scarce tonight?" Reagan asked. Her accent came back ever-so-slightly when she was excited, oddly, her twin had none. Kelly sighed. She knew what was coming, but she asked anyway.

"Why?" She knew she could stay with their friend Gina, but she was  not  going to make this easy for Reagan.

She saw a contented smile cross Reagan's face and she wanted to wipe it off, but Reagan went on. "Franky and I -- we're going to  make love  tonight Kelly, we're going to do  it !"

Kelly scowled. "No -- you're going to  fuck  and if you think you're doing any more than that, you're kidding yourself. He only wants to fuck you Reagan, he doesn't care about you!"

Reagan's temper flared -- this was the first argument she and her twin had ever had, normally they were in each other's corner. "Well, what's wrong with fucking? People all over the world do it and enjoy it -- why shouldn't I? And he does love me, I know he does!" she yelled.

Kelly sighed -- she knew it was a lost cause, her sister had dug in her heels. Well, at least she knew her sister's first screwing would likely be a good one -- Francisco had certainly lots of practice. She told her sister she'd stay with Gina and that was that.

As she thought of it, she had an unusual brain-flash -- she wished she could be there to see it. She'd never seen anyone having sex and she had a perverse curiosity to know what it looked like. She'd have to talk to Gina, the 23-year old was most assuredly  not  a virgin.

Gina was glad for the company, her boyfriend was away on vacation and her lover wasn't available, she told Kelly. The girls walked off together, Kelly felt a sense of unease, but she pushed it down, down, down.

The next morning, Kelly ran over to her sister. She looked a bit dishevelled, but there was a dopey grin on her face. The girls worked hard, but Kelly had to pick up a bit of her sister's slack -- Reagan was clearly in her own little world. Kelly couldn't wait for them to go home at the end of the day -- despite her annoyance, she wanted to hear all about her sister's first sexual experience -- and she had a few things she wanted to tell Reagan as well.

As they were leaving, they saw Francisco talking with some of the other Romany boys and laughing. Kelly wasn't sure, but she'd have bet he was bragging all about his latest "conquest". She really, truly  despised  the arrogant prick. Her twin still seemed oblivious to his shortcomings and blew him a kiss.

Once ensconced in their tiny apartment, Reagan was practically chomping at the bit to give her sister all the news of her first time. 

"It was wonderful -- oh God Kelly, sex is wonderful, I'm going to want to do it over and over and over. I envy whores -- they get to fuck  and  they get paid for it!"

Kelly was somewhat aghast at Reagan's revelations, but she let her sister go on.

"He took me to a nice Hotel, overlooking the Piazza. We danced and kissed in the moonlight, the music was soft and low and he'd even brought a bottle of wine that was 40 years old -- his grandfather made it. We drank and he held me in his arms, he's so strong Kelly, his arms are like steel.

We were kissing, but it wasn't like making-out kisses, these were kisses of passion, with our tongues, we were getting so fucking hot. I knew it was time and so did Francisco. We got up from the bed and he told me to undress him. I didn't need to be told twice, sister dear, I wanted to see his naked body.

He didn't disappoint me. He's like a god -- all lean and muscular, a flat stomach and his body rippled with muscles and ohh ... I could go on. And his cock -- even flaccid, my man is  hung !"

Kelly winced -- first of all, how would her sister  know  as she had no basis for comparison? And  her  man? No -- Reagan was deluding herself, but Kelly knew she wouldn't listen, so she kept her own counsel.

"He touched me all over -- I was overcome with passion, his hands are so knowing and he seemed to know just where to put them. I let him do whatever he wanted, it was all good, he rubbed my tits, he was practically mauling me, but it all felt so  good ! He told me to suck his cock and I did -- I felt like such a  whore  Kelly, but I'd gladly be his whore. His cock got hard in my mouth -- and so dark and red -- and then he ran his hands all over me again until I was whimpering. He carried me back to the bed and told me it was time for me to become a woman. I was scared, but I know he would  never  do anything to hurt me, never!"

Kelly was aroused, despite her intense dislike of Franky, the sexual heat of the story was getting to her. Reagan was obviously happy, but Kelly seemed to sense that happiness was going to be short lived. However, she bit her lip until it almost bled and let Reagan go on with her tale.

"He ate my -  cunt  - for a few more minutes until I was good and soaked, then he moved up towards me. Francisco asked me if I was ready and I squeaked out `Yes!' and he entered me. It  hurt  at first, oh Lord above, did it hurt, but he wasn't having any of that. He just told me that I'd get used to it and begin moving back against him, like a good little slut.

He was crude, but being his slut felt good, so I did as he said. I pushed past the pain Kelly and it began to feel better. A  lot  better and soon I was carrying on like a Banshee, screaming and wailing and wanting nothing more than to be fucked. So he did. He took me that night, three times. First he took me that way. Then he rolled me over and told me he wanted to fuck me -- Doggy -- so he could see my ass, he said I had a great ass. So he fucked me again that way and man, I came again. I was seeing stars, really I was.

I think my favorite though, was when Franky let me be on top and I rode his big prick raw. He said I was a natural fucker, that I was a great lay and I was so proud, we fucked until the wee hours of the morning. I'm a bit sore, but it was worth it!"

Kelly looked at her sister and their were conflicting emotions welling up within her. Anger -- she heard Reagan's story and it still seemed that Francisco only saw her as a fuck and wasn't overly gentle about it. Sorrow -- her sister deserved a better man, but she'd have to come to that realization herself. Jealousy -- Reagan had lost her virginity first and despite her more-innocent demeanor, Kelly too, had an inner slut. Fear was even there to a degree -- she was sure her sister hadn't been overly cautious and there were lots of consequences to hurried fucking.


With One Step Ch. 02



 Chapter 2: Mila's Story

 This  time, Mila and Monica were determined to get the beds made and the bedrooms tidied up. The previous two attempts had been dismal failures, they'd look at each, passion would overcome them and the mother / daughter duo would tumble into each other's arms and the lesbian play would begin anew. 

Small wonder – Monica found her exquisitely-formed daughter hard to resist and she knew how to make her mother climax like no one ever had. There were many reasons for this – Mila's natural talent for eating pussy, the sweet face that hid the whorish young woman underneath, the tanned blonde beauty and the smooth, supple body. Not in the slightest was the perversion of making it with her own, beloved child, a kink she knew she'd never tire of.

Mila knew full well why she lusted after her mother so desperately – it was the culmination of all her deepest fantasies, being able to touch this icon of sexuality, to see the beautiful face in the throes of climax, a climax she herself had brought on by the use of mouth and hands. Every silky inch of her mother's body delighted her, and the more she feasted, the hungrier for it she became.

As they got the sheets on the bed and the blankets ready, the duo met in the middle and unable to resist her, Monica pulled Mila close for a hug and deep kiss. It was long and soulful and would have led to yet-another romp, had Monica not found the strength to tear herself away.

"Okay, okay, that's enough!" she panted. "It isn't fair to let Reagan and Kelly and the men do all the work!" She sighed as her daughter stuck out her tongue. "Lord girl, not that I'm complaining, but just  where  did you learn all this in such a short time?"

A wan little smile crossed over Mila's face as she recalled her instructors with fondness. Those lessons had been one of the highlights of her life, just behind the events that had started when she arrived in France.

Mila was normally a Straight-A student, but for some reason she couldn't quite fathom, French was giving her trouble. She couldn't get beyond certain phrases and tenses and her written work was not up to her usual standards. She fretted about it for a few days until she figured it out.

She was distracted by one of her passions, an older man. In this case, the older man in question was her instructor, Gilles Moreaux. He had an undeniable  presence , every time he entered the room, Mila practically swooned. Tall and dapper, he dressed meticulously, every dark hair in place. He still favored the old-world approach in his professional dress and a suit was  de rigeur  for him. There was a slight graying at the temples, but his dark eyes still sparkled with youth and vitality, plus there was a kindness about his face Mila found irresistible. He was possessed of a firm jaw and commanded the attention of everyone when he entered a room – Mila knew he'd ensnared her and she was most happily caught.

Every time he called on her in class, Mila became a gibbering idiot. Some of her friends noticed, some made fun of her, some sympathized, also smitten with the handsome Frenchman. Shortly after class one day, she was cornered by one of her classmates, a willowy brunette named Lauren Santi.

"You think he's attractive, don't you?" Lauren teased Mila. Mila nodded, not sure what to make of the other girl's boldness.

"I do as well. Older men are much nicer to be with, as lovers. They're more patient and take their time! I hope you get to find that out, Mila!" she smiled and walked away from the confused blonde.

Mila truly didn't know what to make of the encounter, so she put it out of her mind. The next day, after class, the instructor took her aside.

"Your grades could be much better Mila, I know what you are capable of. Is something wrong?"

Mila ached to tell him  Yes, it's your fault, I want to go to bed with you and be your lover and suck your cock and fuck you, you're so magnificent ! but was only able to shake her head in response.

 Monsieur  Moreaux put his fingers under her chin and lifted her head up. "This is not the Mila I have heard of, with such high spirits. No matter – we must improve your grades,  non ? To that end, would you like for me to tutor you and help get your grades up?"

Mila wanted far more than that, but her face lit up and her teacher took that as a good sign. He went to his desk and wrote on a sheet of paper, handing it to the enraptured girl.

"This is my home address – I have received permission to assist you. Be at my home tonight, 8 PM sharp. Do not be tardy, I have no patience with that, understand?"

Mila nodded and practically ran to her room, her emotions and hormones both raging. She was going to have him tonight, she was going to get the wonderful Gilles Moreaux to  fuck  her and she had no doubts it would be far better than the fumbling sex she had experienced a few times before.

Mila was happy her roommate had a date that evening – less explanation for her change in wardrobe. Hmm – what to wear? She didn't want to appear a slut, but she didn't want to mask her intentions either. Mila was always a bit flirty in her clothing selections, so if she dressed in a slightly provocative manner, it wouldn't call too much attention to her. What to wear, what to wear?

Mila had an extensive wardrobe, her parents gave her a good allowance and she also enjoyed the gift of clothing and lingerie from a few suitors. Okay – the regular panties had to go, a thong was a must. She put on a cream-colored skirt that wasn't  quite  mini but was tight enough and showcased her nicely-rounded buttocks. She had some lovely blouses, but opted for one that was a black chiffon, nearly see-through and it certainly showed enough  décolletage . She didn't wear a bra – she often didn't and tonight wasn't the night for one. She'd spent a lot of time tanning recently, so Mila left her legs bare, but wore a slightly decadent pair of stilettos. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was fairly certain she was a package few sane men could resist. For that matter, she giggled, there would be more than a few women takers as well.

Mila prided herself on being open-minded, because a girl could have a lot more fun that way. Mila was most assuredly a girl who enjoyed having fun. In French, she thought, one could say it was her  raison d'être .

Despite being a tad short on funds, Mila decided to take a Taxi to the Moreaux residence, so she wouldn't have any chance of getting mussed up or attacked. The cabbie kept glancing back at her as they rode and refused a tip upon their arrival. She flashed him a million-dollar smile and rang the bell to the Moreaux residence. Gilles Moreaux answered the door and from the smile that crossed his face, Mila knew she'd worn exactly the right outfit for the evening. He ushered her in and the pretty girl would have sworn his eyes were on her buttocks as she walked past him.  Let him look , the blonde girl thought to herself  maybe it will speed things up! 

Mila was a smart girl, but when it came to sex, patience was not a virtue she possessed. Once  in  bed, she liked to take her time, enjoy the build-up, the play and then the frenetic fucking – but she didn't like to wait around to  get  into bed. She was about to move in for the kill when a tall, elegant woman entered the room. Mila was dumbfounded.

"Mila, this is my wife, Veronique. Veronique, this is my newest tutorial client, Mila." he smiled as his wife kissed him on the cheek and whispered something in his ear.

 Married!  DAMN!   Mila cursed inwardly. She had taken all this time to prepare, feeling that the attraction was mutual and now she felt quite the fool, a little schoolgirl with a crush. Veronique was a statuesque beauty, with raven-black hair and caramel skin, she had dark eyes and lips that were full and inviting. She was clad in a form-fitting black, velveteen dress and heels, it was plain to see that her body was magnificent. This kind of woman would not brook any competition, Mila knew, and she felt dejected. Oh well,  c'est la guerre , she thought and giggled that at least now she remembered one French phrase. She steeled herself and vowed that she'd get her head on straight and make her family proud of her by getting her marks back up where they should be.

Veronique smiled at Mila and extended a hand, which Mila took. My goodness, this woman had the most beautiful skin she'd ever touched. "Would you care for a drink, Mila?" Veronique said, her voice soft and alluring.

"I-I'm not quite old enough ... " Mila stammered, intimidated by her teacher's wife.

"Not quite is close enough, dear one, in this house you shall be treated as an adult. Some Merlot, perhaps?" she said to Mila, who accepted a glass with gratitude. After that, Monsieur Moreaux escorted the girl into his study, where they began their lessons almost immediately. It was quite apparent to the man that Mila had quite the facile mind and something had been holding her back in class. The Mila that sat across from him now and conjugated verbs and repeated phrases without any hesitation was not the shy, although cute, little naif he'd had in his class for the last little while. She certainly didn't  dress  like the same Mila either, the girl in his class was cute and a bit timid, this Mila was bold, confident – and to be honest, a sexkitten he truly desired to fuck. He looked into her beautiful blue-green eyes and saw acceptance there. Gilles drew the pretty teen close, pressed his lips to hers and crushed them together softly. His tongue slid into her mouth and tasted her, finding her sweet and her lips pliant. They stayed locked in a passionate embrace for a few minutes, then Mila seemingly regained her senses.

"Y-Your wife ... " she managed to choke out.

"Will likely be engrossed in a book or watching a movie for some time. I would like to make love to you Mila, to show you what a good lover an older man can be. You want me, don't you? You are dressed in a very sexual manner."

"Yes ... but I didn't know you were married, I don't ... "

Gilles Moreaux stopped her. "You didn't  know , but you could have suspected, a man of my age. My wife is a highly sexual creature – she understands me completely Mila, do you understand?  Completely !"

Mila's heart was pounding, but she was a girl who didn't believe in regrets. She wanted to fuck this man, to feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, her cunt and anywhere he wanted to put it. Tonight she would be a slut for him and let him be in control, ravaging her nubile body and taking her like a whore. She craved that more than anything she had ever known.

Mila grabbed his shirt and pulled him back towards her, her hands fumbling with the buttons and delighted with her own boldness. He felt her soft lips on his neck and his arousal grew – the little minx was a true sensualist, possessed of the desire to please any lover she chose to take.

"Stop Mila – we shouldn't do this here, let us go upstairs, where we will have lots more room for play, all right?" Gilles told her.

"Won't we be seen by your wife?" Mila queried.

"No, that is unlikely – I would truly imagine she is reading or watching a film. Come with me, my adorable Mila!' he said, leading her up the stairs – on shaky legs, she knew – to a truly stunning master bedroom, lavish and inviting. She began to feel more comfortable, as she felt herself relaxing, Gilles Moreaux had his arms around her from behind.

"God, you're an enchanting creature!" he sighed into her ear as he nuzzled close. She smelled good, young and feminine, his senses burning, he ached to take Mila, right now!

The skirt was the first thing to go, he tugged it down, off her beautifully rounded buttocks – good Lord, this girl had a fine ass! = and he could not resist the urge to plant a kiss on one cheek. She sighed and her tiny thong was next to go – Gilles could now smell her arousal, he was sure her cunt would taste wonderful, but he considered his seduction of the teen very carefully. He kissed her soft lips and once again, looked into her eyes – he felt he could swim in them.

"Mila, tell me truly – are you a virgin?"

She laughed. "God, no!" then felt slightly embarrassed about her blunt admission.

Gilles laughed along with her. "Good – less messy!" Her chiffon blouse was next to go, she was naked now and her breasts were magnificent, like two ripe peaches. His hands gently cupped them from behind, weighing them, stroking softly, he marveled at how quick her nipples were to betray her arousal. His skilled hands wandered down her body to the folds of her pussy – she was soaked already. Mila was truly proving to be a little wanton!

Mila had to resist the urge to crumple to the floor. Gilles – it felt silly to think of him as "Monsieur Moreaux" - had the talent to make every inch of her ache with want. Only his shirt was unbuttoned, he had made no move to undress and Mila was already panting with desire. The cocksure bastard knew it too!

"Aren't you going to undress?" she implored.

"Wouldn't you like to do that for me?" he asked her in a soft tone. Mila wasn't a patient girl, as earlier noted, she wanted to practically  rip  his clothes off – but she figured if he could play the game, she could play along. She sauntered towards him slowly, putting a little extra oomph into her walk.

"I think I would – I want to see you naked and I have a feeling you like what you see!" she teased. Mila was confident in her beauty, she could now see how much Gilles wanted to take her and fuck her. She wanted it too, but she wasn't about to give him the upper hand.

Slender, gentle hands caressed his face – he had beautiful features and his age only accentuated them. Gilles appealed to her far more than most men, she nuzzled into his neck, her naked body rubbing playfully against his as she unbuttoned his shirt all the way down. She slid it off his arms, noting that while he was certainly not a bodybuilder, he was still lean and had no excess fat. Mila raked her nails against his chest and she saw him give an involuntary shudder – good!

Under her caressing fingers and hands, Mila saw a bit of his cool reserve melt. She was glad of that, she wanted a fierce, intense fucking when they finally got down to it – she wanted it sluttish and dirty, she wanted her body to remember it the next morning, to ache with the trials and exertions she'd put it through.

Emboldened, she pushed Gilles onto the bed and knelt before him. "Service me!" he commanded, there was no hesitation on her part. Mila loved sucking cock, she loved seeing a man's face contort when she blew him. Sometimes, she even over-acted a bit as she did so – the silly creatures seemed to really get off on that. She often pondered how odd it was that men seemed to be ruled by their cocks.

Mila took in all of Gilles as she frenched his shaft. He wasn't overly large, but he was a nice size and she looked forward to seeing how much expertise he possessed. His body seemed to be as sharp as his mind, as if he planned it that way – keeping himself both fit and alert.

"Little one, you do that very well, my sexkitten, my young whore, you little slut!" he growled profanely. Mila took it as a compliment and continued sucking dick, confident in her skills to pleasure him.

His head tossed from side to side as she sucked him, the experienced older man knew that she was, in a word, a sexpot. Mila's entire being was, or would be, dedicated to the pursuit of sexual delights. She was a hedonist, although he saw nothing wrong in that. Her fingers caressed his balls as she sucked him off and he used as much self-control as he could muster not to cum in her sucking, soft lips.

Somehow, in the confusion, it seemed Mila had become a bit more in control, and she presented her blonde, trimmed cunt for sucking. He relished ever drop of her juices, she was fresh and sweet and her body seemed to quiver and writhe a bit as he licked at her font. It was time, both were ready.

"Do you have a favorite way you like to fuck, Mila?" he asked her. She nodded.

"I like to be on top. I like to take it slow and I like a man to play with me, then e a little rough and I can really take his dick, balls-deep and feast on his cock with my cunt. I want to feel you fucking me, I want that very much Gilles!" she said as she readied herself at the precipice of his manhood.

Mila's natural instinct was to just slide herself down on his turgid cock, but she suppressed it. Instead, she teased and slithered and wiggled, she let him in her tight young pussy inch-by-excrutiating-inch, as if to avenge herself on him for all the sleepless nights she'd spent fantasizing about this moment.

Gilles could have endured  this  kind of torment for hours. She wriggled and ground her hips against his body, taking his cock full measure, Mila knew he was enjoying every moment of this delicious torment. His hands were roaming all over her body and it was like he knew just what buttons to push to light her fires. Her pussy was wet and lubricated and she was taking his big cock with ease.

Mila's wails of joy were echoing throughout the room, Gilles had been correct in his assumption that Mila would be a truly remarkable student in  this  aspect of her studies. A pupil of erotic pleasure, Mila would truly earn an "A".

"Harder Gilles, harder, I am not some fragile China Doll, I won't break!" Mila roared as his cock pumped deeper and faster. She was glad she'd taken this risk and had few complaints with the terrific screwing she was receiving.

"You were right  Cher  ... she seems to be a wonderful fuck!"

Mila turned, horrified, to see Veronique standing in the doorway, a bemused smile on her face, a bottle of wine in her hand. She did not look in the  slightest  bit angry, but a rather inscrutable look was on her sensual face.

Veronique did not so much walk as stroll, panther-like to the bed and the coupled pair. At first, Mila wanted to crawl into a corner and hide, but as she looked over at Gilles, she saw he seemed to be amused. She took her cues from her teacher / lover and turned back towards his stunning wife.

"Don't be ashamed or embarrassed dear – I think you look beautiful and under different circumstances, it might have been Gilles walking in on you and I. More wine?"

Mila nodded, still finding herself unable to form words. The pretty blonde was in awe of this unique woman who offered her another drink. She took the drink and sipped, finding her voice at last.

"You aren't upset – and the other comment, does that mean ...?"

"That I like women – yes – and that I would have liked to sleep with you – yes, yet again. Mila, you are a truly exquisite little thing. I understand my husband's sexual desires and I share them – I am a very sexual being and I give in to my desires -  completely  Mila, I hold nothing back!" With that, Veronique leaned close to Mila and brushed her soft lips over the pretty young blonde's. At first, Mila didn't know quite how to respond – but she felt Gilles behind her, urging her on – and her own curiosity took over. She had found Veronique alluring, why not go a step further and experiment while she was young and open-minded?

A truly different Mila seemed to appear out of nowhere. She adjusted her position slightly and a sly smile came over her sweet face. "Would you like to join us then, and show me  your  special talents,  cherie ?" Mila teased, "practicing her French".

Veronique nodded and moved away from the bed. The sheath seemed to vanish in a blur and Mila saw she had truly underestimated Veronique's beauty. Her beauty was almost beyond description. Smooth skinned, body lean and supple, no fat, just sex personified. She had on stockings and heels and that was it, it seemed almost like ...




With One Step Ch. 02



"Did you two plan all this?" she asked Veronique, intent on knowing.

"In a sense – more  hoping  then planning Mila, but we are both glad with the results, are we not Gilles?"

Gilles Moreaux had not at all duplicitous in describing his wife's sexuality, and as he kissed her, she kissed Mila and everyone seemed to tumble into a heap of tangled, heated flesh. Mila's blonde youth blended with Veronique's caramel maturity, and the women were locked in a firm embrace as Gilles moved in behind his beloved, depraved wife. His cock went into her cunt almost as if on cue and she shifted suddenly and Mila was the happy recipient of a pussy-eating tongue.

If she had any doubts about being comfortable in this situation, they were being washed away in a sexual euphoria. Gilles was a wonderful fuck and a kind and gentle lover, but his sultry bride was beyond compare at the art of cunnilingus. Mila rode wave upon wave of bliss, just as she would crest, Veronique would alter he technique a bit and Mila was on yet another plane of joy. She could see Gilles fucking his wife's body and they were in perfect rhythm – there was no doubt in Mila's kinky little mind she was not the  first  extra visitor in their bed.

Veronique was talking to her husband and Mila strained to hear the words through lust-fogged ears. When she finally heard, it was "Oh Gilles, she's such a precious little whore, almost as good as ... " and she could not quite make out the rest.

"Oui, I am a whore, I can be  your  whore, let me be that!" Mila cried out. The Moreauxs smiled at her and positions were moved about.

"Have you been with a woman before, Mila dear?" Veronique inquired.

"Not with a woman, no – a few girls and I have played around!" Mila sighed in a dreamy tone as Veronique gently stroked her trembling body. Mila had never felt this way before, these people were on a pedestal to her – it was if they exuded sex, they were like sexual  Gods  to the young blonde and she was being allowed, for a time, to ascend to a higher plane.

Mila was positioned in between her two mature lovers, with Veronique at the head of the bed, Mila in the middle on her hands and knees, Gilles behind her. He had summoned up a lot of his sexual strength, Mila was precocious in her sexuality, his wife a demanding lover, both of them could overwhelm a lesser man. He eased his cock into Mila and began fucking her with smooth, even strokes while his wanton bride instructed her on the fine points of eating cunt.

Mila's mind would clear and the kink would overwhelm her yet again – she'd find herself lost in the sensation of being fucked and being the one bringing pleasure. Never in her kinkiest fantasies – and Mila had more than her share – did the blonde teen dream she'd be participating in a threeway with the distinguished professor and his lived-for-sex wife. Veronique's pussy was flowing readily as Mila sucked her off, she didn't want to stop, but she was certainly being distracted by Gilles' cock and the ardent fucking it was giving her.

Mila was very pleased, in a sense, that Gilles wasn't treating her like a fragile China Doll. He was fucking her like she  needed  to be fucked, with lots of energy and passion. Veronique was on the receiving end of Mila's eager little tongue and was the happy recipient of Mila's overflowing lusts.

They went on for hours – Mila knew she should be exhausted, but wasn't. Veronique was eating Mila's pussy while Mila was getting Gilles hard for another round when they all heard ....

"Hey, I wondered where you'd gotten to. Looks like everyone's having a great time!"

In the doorway this time, with a highly bemused look on her face, was Mila's classmate, Lauren.

"Welcome home darling, but I thought you were going to spend the evening with Gina and Shauna?" Veronique queried. Mila had zero idea what was going on.

Lauren sighed. "I was, but then Gina's dad had to postpone his business trip and I came home after he called. You know Mr. Grant doesn't know his wife and daughter eat pussy."

"Excuse me?" Everyone turned to look at Mila.

"Can you please tell me what's going on here?" Mila was a bit perturbed and a  lot  confused, although she didn't seem at all concerned about being totally naked in bed with two other adults.

Gilles smiled. "Mila, I believe you know our daughter, Lauren."

Mila blinked rapidly. "Your  daughter ? But her last name is ... "

Lauren giggled. "Oh, that! Momma and Daddy didn't get married until about 5 years ago, so I have Momma's former name. We don't broadcast it at school, so a lot of people don't give me hassles over it."

Mila shook her head, but had to admit, she found it a bit disconcerting that Lauren didn't react at all to finding her in bed with her parents. The reason for that became apparent as Lauren walked over to the bed and kissed first, her father, then, her mother. These were not the kisses a child gives a parent, they were the soft, seductive kisses one shares with a lover.

Lauren turned to the somewhat-stunned Mila and purred "Didn't I tell you that older men make better lovers?"

Mila found herself at a loss for words – a rarity for the spunky blonde teen. Trying to regain her composure, she said "Y-You mean that you've ...?"

"... slept with my father? You've had his cock Mila, would  you  be able to resist it?"

Veronique cuddled Mila from behind. "I have also shared my body with my daughter,  petite , she is a wonderful playmate."

Lauren performed a little mock curtsy and then spoke again. "May this wonderful playmate join your little party?" 

Gilles and Veronique looked over at Mila, Gilles speaking. "We shall honor the wishes of our guest, It is up to you Mila, would you like for Lauren to join us in our sex game?"

Lauren looked over at Mila, who took a hard look at her schoolmate for the first time. They were merely acquaintances, but as she scanned Lauren's body, Mila knew that would change. Clad in a pale chiffon blouse with a lacy black bra underneath, a tight black leather mini and thigh-high boots, Lauren's look cried out "fuckable." Not at all shy about finding her own sex attractive, Mila knew that she wanted to bed the little hottie. The fact that Lauren's parents were in the room was irrelevant – they'd all come this far, it was merely one more step on her path to kinky fucktoy. Mila would've run down that path, had she the opportunity.

With a sweet smile that belied the pervert underneath, Mila crooked her finger at Lauren who came over to the side of the bed. Mila sat on the edge and spread her legs wide. Mila figured it was her turn to orchestrate some of the action.

"Eat my pussy, you naughty cunt, and do a good job, all right?" Mila commanded Lauren. "Veronique, I want you to play with my body from behind and squeeze my titties and play with my nipples. Gilles, why don't you undress your daughter? After that ...  fuck her ! I've never seen a father and daughter fucking, I want to see that!"

"Oh yes Daddy, please fuck your little slut of a daughter – it's been  days  daddy, I need to feel your cock in me!" Lauren whimpered. Gilles went behind his daughter and helped her get out of her blouse, bra and mini – the little whore wore no panties – but sensing it would be fun for his daughter and Mila, he made sure she kept the boots on. 

Gilles was happy that due to diet, exercise and a lot of sex from both his daughter and perverted mother, he had stamina to spare. He slid his cock into his daughter's tight, ready cunt and was pleased to hear Lauren moan with pleasure. Those moans were soon stifled by Mila's thighs wrapping around her head as Lauren slurped Mila's pussy while Veronique caressed the teen with adept fingers and lips. Mila's eyes nearly rolled back in her head – she was awakening sexually in a way she'd never thought she could previously. Her first threesome was now a foursome and a kinky, perverted family fuckathon beyond imagining. A family fucking? How crude and unique! Mila would never have thought to screw her own parents – would she? Her dad would freak – wouldn't he? The sometimes stuffy corporate accountant – sure, he'd freak. Her mother – seductive, blonde, youthful, alluring – Mila found herself getting hotter. She could see her mother going either way – Monica was a highly sexual creature who still got admiring glances wherever she walked. Her mother was not afraid to flaunt her good looks and .... ooh, Mila thought perhaps she would broach the subject – carefully – with her mother on her next visit.

Meanwhile, Mila's body was being treated to untold delights. Every inch of her body was alive, throbbing and aching with sexual heat. Under a sexual assault such as this one, how could anyone remain impassive? Mila's pussy was being adoringly licked by Lauren, who was thrusting back against her daddy's thick cock. Mila could see how happy Lauren was and she thought that perhaps she and Lauren could become "Study Buddies" - although she doubted they'd get much studying done – well, schoolwork anyway.

"Oh fuck, oh shit darling Daddy, fuck your little slut, give it to me harder Daddy!" Lauren squealed as Mila relaxed her grip. Veronique's hands were still sending Mila on crests of pleasure.

"I love watching those two fuck – they move in such perfect syncopation, don't they?" Veronique purred. Mila could only nod as she watched the incestuous coupling. Different in some ways from Veronique, Lauren also had the same innate sensuality – beautiful body with supple curves, dark brown eyes that seemed to flash with passion and desire.

"Shift!" Mila commanded again and put everyone where she wanted them. Lauren was the only player in this game Mila had not tasted, so she let the sexy brunette get on the bed and she moved between her boot-clad thighs and clamped her face to Lauren's cunt. In turn, Lauren ate her mother's pussy and once again, Mila was filled with pounding, knowing, skilled cock. Gilles, god – this man was a marvel! Although in her mind, Mila realized that in some ways, Veronique played her body with even more precision. It made sense – a woman knew what a woman wanted. 

Lauren was enjoying Mila's tongue and soon, everyone was coming everywhere. The girls had "fucked out" looks on their faces, the adults were ready to call it a night. Everyone cleaned up as best they could, Mila dressing again. Lauren also got dressed, her parents remaining naked, and she offered to walk Mila home safely. Holding hands, the girls walked back to Mila's, feeling close and intimate.

"You have a very satisfied look on your face, Mila" Lauren teased, sneaking a quick kiss.

"That is certainly an understatement, Lauren!" Mila giggled, returning the kiss and hugging Lauren close, squeezing her ass. "God – your family ...! " she exclaimed.

"We are quite the bunch, aren't we?" Lauren sighed as she moved a bit closer. "I take it you'd like to party with us again?"

"God, yes!" Mila yelped.

Nibbling on Mila's ear, Lauren said "Mother said I could invite you on a little expedition we're going on next week. You'll love it Mila  lover  - promise!" Lauren said, knowing there was no way in hell Mila could resist. Mila was a curious sort, everyone knew it. Once Lauren and Veronique took Mila on their little trip, she'd be hooked – yay!

Monica noticed the far-away look on her daughter's face as they finished their chores. She cuddled up behind Mila, kissed her neck, then asked "Hey baby – what's got such a pleasant smile on your face?"

Mila felt her body temperature rising, but tried to keep her composure. "I don't know if I should tell you mother – we  did  just finish making these beds!" 



With One Step Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Sins in the Past

Monica sat in the sun, sipping a cool glass of Chablis and watching her daughter and friends romping in the Villa's pool. She loved her new life and was grateful beyond words that Reagan and Kelly had enabled her to live a life of love and sexual hedonism. How had she become so kinky -- a woman who'd enjoy the sexual pleasures of her own  daughter ?

Well, she pondered briefly, I guess I do come by it naturally. Her mother had never been shy about telling her own sexual secrets from years past. Even in her later years, Sonia and her husband still had  huge  sexual appetites and fucked like bunnies whenever the mood struck them -- shyness about their bodies was unheard of and Sonia had often shared her past sexuality with her daughter. Monica's mind drifted to one of her favorite stories her mother had recounted ....

Sonia had told Monica that ever since High School, it had been "Bertram and Sonia." "Sonia and Bertram". They had been inseparable and fallen in love when they were both 14. Married at 20, parents by 22. Bert worked hard and his father helped him find a good job so they wouldn't have to struggle -- although life wasn't going to be a bed of roses either, both of them knew.

Sonia loved her daughter and husband, but at 41, with Monica off at University, Sonia now wanted more. A  lot  more than her life was giving her at this moment. Her usually  perpetually-horny / ready-to-fuck husband  had been slowing down a bit lately, she sighed.

Sonia had been Valedictorian of their graduating class and had wanted to go on in University, education was very important to her. Her love for Bertram had won out and they'd married, then Monica came along shortly after. She was too busy keeping a nice home and raising a lovely daughter to further her education. Now, all these years later, she thought it had likely been a mistake, an error in judgment. She should've  made  the time -- well, she was determined it would not be too late!

Over the past few years, Sonia had begun a program of major self-improvement. She got back in shape, shedding over 40 pounds she had put on from being a bit inactive while raising her child and sampling her own wonderful cooking. Once back in shape, she returned her hair back to natural blonde from the auburn her husband had preferred for the last few years. Now that she was slender again, Sonia began to wear skirts and heels again and began treating herself to expensive lingerie. She took a part-time job in an erotic bookstore, which gave her some wonderful ideas. Monica noticed and gave her the thumbs up and said "Looking good, Mom!" She even caught a few of Monica's admirers checking her out when they thought no one was looking. She tanned daily by the pool when she could, often naked if she thought the risk was minimal. Frankly, if someone  did  peep at her, she figured they'd certainly be enjoying a pretty nice view.

All right -- Sonia had now improved her body, it was time to improve her mind. She started taking classes at the University, the same one Monica attended. She was surprised to find out her Creative Writing class was headed by her brother Patrick, her sister Ingrid's husband.

Sonia had always admired Patrick, he was witty and urbane and worldly. He had a sharp facile mind, but he never talked down to her. In many ways, the antithesis of her sister, who was a bit headstrong, a sports nut, a woman who loved Sitcoms and Police Dramas and relished being a homebody. Ingrid and her dear Bertram were much alike, sometimes they even played tennis together and went out for a few beers after. Sonia didn't mind -- Bertram adored her and despite his being a "Union Man" in the local auto plant, he took great care of his family, his daughter loved her Daddy.

After only a few weeks, Sonia began looking forward to her Tuesday night class tremendously. She and Patrick kept their being related a secret from the rest of the class, who were generally much younger, her daughter's age. On the third week, Penny, one of the younger students whispered to her as they were leaving "Wow -- I think Mr. Nordstrom is really into you, he was totally flirting."

Sonia blushed at the younger girl's suggestion and protested and sputtered denials, but they fell on deaf ears. The more Sonia weighed those words, the more she thought her fellow student just might be on to something. Sonia prided herself on being sensible and well-bred, but she needed some fun and this would be a lark. Sonia decided to put the theory to the test and the following week, instead of her usual casual attire for class, she decided to be a bit risque. Sonia chose to wear a scandalously short skirt and low-cut blouse that hugged her body nicely. Feeling almost wicked, she donned a pair of black stilettos and wore her hair loose. She opted to skip her glasses and wear contacts. A few of the male students couldn't take their eyes off of her as she walked in, but it was Patrick's reaction she was most interested in.

Patrick walked into the class that evening and nearly fell over. He talked about imagery and sentence structure and taking risks in one's writing the whole night -- but Sonia could feel his eyes practically boring holes into her. Okay -- she most assuredly had his attention. He was interested, did she dare?  What next? , she thought.  Do I follow through with this right to the end? 

Sonia made her decision and a devious, nasty, naughty scheme crossed the sensual blonde's mind -- she didn't  dare , did she? There would be no backing out once she'd made her move, this was a risk, but Sonia had played it safe all her life -- she had misgivings, but once, just once, she wanted to take a dare, and to hell with the risks!

Heart pounding, the writing seemed to flow from her fingertips and on to the pages. She finished her story in less than an hour -- every word of it conveyed the "character's" intentions. When she prepared herself the following Tuesday, her skirt was even shorter -- and a lot tighter. Sonia chose to wear an even racier metallic silver blouse this time, she went braless and it was low-cut enough to display that fact, her ample cleavage on display. She added a pair of decadent stockings to the ensemble and found her favorite pair of stilettos to complete the look. Confidently, she didn't think  any  man would fail to notice her in this outfit. She was ecstatic to know Bertram was out playing tennis, he might have suspected something was up, dressing in this manner for a simple writing class.

Gathering her composition, Sonia got in her car and headed to class. She was lucky she wasn't ticketed for speeding, but she wanted to beat her brother to the classroom. Sonia got there nearly 20 minutes before the class began and was happy to see she'd succeeded in doing just that. There was no sign of Patrick and only a few students were there yet.

Sonia took her seat and made sure she was seated in such a manner that Patrick could not help but see how she was dressed. Miriam, the girl who'd spoken to her weeks prior, winked at her. Shortly after, Patrick entered the room and this time, it was blatantly obvious he'd noticed her appearance. She saw him scanning some of the assignments and when his face turned red, Sonia was certain he'd found her composition. He tried to regain his composure, but as the class went on, he seemed fidgety and ill-at-ease. The class went on, but she was obviously a bit shaken-up.  Good  -- it was fun to stir things up a bit.

As the class filed out later that night, Patrick took Sonia aside and asked her to stay behind. Once the last student had left, Sonia sat on the edge of his desk, her skirt hiked and her stocking tops showing. Trying to regain his composure, he said "I read your story."

Playing coy, Sonia perched on the desk, one heel dangling from her foot. "Oh? Is it good? Did you like it?"

Sputtering a bit, Patrick said "Umm -- yes. It's very good. I thought you have a way with words -- wonderful talent. The sensuality of the piece is unmistakable."

Sonia leaned in close, so he could get a good look at her round, braless tits and smell her perfume. "Oh -- did you get all of the subtext?"

He had a puzzled look on his face, so she decided to  really  shake him up. "If you didn't get the subtext, you dummy, you're not as smart as you profess to be. The subtext, it's staring you right in the face -- I want to  fuck  you!"

He nearly fell out of his chair. "Sonia -- I'm  married  -- and to your  sister , for Christ's sakes. We can't -- the hurt feelings, the goddamn  risks  ... "

Sonia leaned in as close as she could and whispered in his ear " .... Are well worth taking. I'm curious to find out what you're like in bed -- what your cock feels like inside me, fucking me, making love to me.  I'm  a wonderful fuck -- wouldn't you like to find that out for yourself?"

Patrick hesitated, but Sonia could see she'd gotten to him. His silence conveyed his interest, so she took the plunge. She grabbed his Paisley tie and pulled him to her, kissing him hard as she could, her tongue plunging into his mouth. Patrick tasted of mint and coffee, but she kept kissing until he pulled away.

"Well?" she giggled.

"Umm, well ... you can  kiss , that much I'll admit." he chuckled nervously.

Sonia turned up the heat another notch, batting her long eyelashes. "I can do a lot more than kiss, darling man. I give a  great  blowjob. I can fuck you within an inch of your life. I consider myself a lady, but in the bedroom darling --  100% whore . Up to you babe -- I can keep my mouth shut, no one will know but us -- but this offer expires in ... " Sonia looked at her watch " ... about 5 minutes!" She yanked her mini up a mere inch more, but she was fairly certain that she'd clinched the deal.

Silently, Patrick took her arm and escorted her from the classroom and to his MG. She knew her brother would be a very sensual fuck, her sister was very open about her sex life. Bertram was a wonderful lover, but he was a fucker, raw and almost savage in the bedroom. Sonia's own sensual nature yearned for erotic stimulation.

Sonia seated herself in the car and flashed her tits to Patrick with a sardonic smile. He tweaked one nipple and she cooed, then he put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot, towards a destination she'd specified. Poor Patrick was having a hard time concentrating on driving -- he was constantly checking out the hot  M.I.L.F  his sister had now become. As if in a dream state, he pulled into another parking lot and he was vaguely aware of Sonia taking him indoors to a posh hotel and a large suite.

Patrick took it all in. The room was huge, well decorated, with a bottle of champagne chilling in the corner and appetizers nearby. This was a planned seduction, Patrick's ego inflated. Sonia walked over to the champagne, winked, and popped the cork. He was eating a mini-quiche when she sat beside him and offered him a glass, which he took and drank -- a bit too quickly, he sputtered a bit. The champagne was Liquid Courage. He turned and saw her sparkling aqua eyes and nearly  lost  that courage again.

"Bert ...?"

"He's playing tennis and he'll likely come home after that and crash. If he's still up, I'll tell him I went out for drinks with a friend and had a bit too much and stayed in a hotel. It's all covered, I planned ahead."

"Cunning."

"Indeed." She kissed him again and his arms went around her -- he wasn't as strong as Bertram, but Patrick was tender and he kissed her hard, then peppered her lips with tiny gentle kisses following, while his fingertips grazed her breasts through the silky blouse. He was already off to a wonderful start.

"Please -- don't rush!" she admonished him as he stood up and began to undress. She wanted to take it all in and she had long fantasized about a romantic, sensual evening. She was curious to see how much her fantasy world would resemble the reality she was about to share with Patrick.

Patrick was openly admiring Sonia's brazen, yet sensual, attitude. He did as she asked -- meticulously undressing, starting at the bottom, his pants first and next, his jacket and tie. His shirt followed and Sonia was now standing behind him, her lips on his neck, ears, fingernails scratching him slightly and her hands drifting down over his lean, muscular chest. Sonia noted that while not  quite  the athlete her husband was, Patrick had nothing to be ashamed of -- he obviously took good care of himself.

Once his top was bare, he got out of his pants and -- oh my! -- her husband could not compete with her brother in the cock department. Patrick was hung like a mule and his cock was a magnificent specimen of manhood -- her mouth watered to taste it and she was eager to take it in her mouth and feel it grow. She was about to fall to her knees when a hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"I'd like to undress that body you've been flaunting at me for the last few weeks, please" Patrick said, good breeding still showing. She smiled at him and nodded.

Patrick's hands were skilled and knowing -- he took her blouse off and caressed her soft, perfumed skin. She tingled at his touch -- so soft and gentle, his hands making her feel more aroused than she had been in years. Sonia's skin warmed and her nipples stiffened as her new lover fondled her tits. "Migod, they're perfect" he whispered in her ear, nibbling on each one gently.

He helped the sensual blonde shimmy out of her skirt -- laughing with delight when he saw Sonia hadn't even bothered wearing a thong, bare naked tush greeted him. He kissed each cheek and was delighted to find when she turned back around, her pubis was bare, nary a hair remained. 

"Sexy" Patrick smiled as he kissed her pussy teasingly, only once. It was enough to make her moist. Now his lips traveled down her stocking-clad legs, his fingertips trailing all over the silk and raising chills in her body. He was so sensual, so gentle -- he was surpassing all her expectations.

"Absolutely magnificent" he murmured as he kissed right down to her calves. The stiletto tip glistened in the light of the room. She knew her brother had a thing for them -- most men did, although her husband preferred "fuck me" boots. Patrick took her shoe off and stroked her feet, each one, as she giggled and squirmed in delight. 

Unexpectedly, he swooped her up in his arms, with a strength that took Sonia by surprise. Patrick placed her on the large bed and it was as if he were everywhere -- his lips tasted breasts, nipples, neck, thighs -- all except her horny, needy cunt. She ached for him to feast on her juices, so Sonia got a bit forceful and yanked him towards her sweet spot. He was quick to pick up on her desires and gave Sonia what she wanted most. He buried his face in her pussy and began eating her with relish. She squeezed her stocking-clad thighs around his sandy head as he licked. Sonia's eyes closed as the raptures from his feasting passed through her.

It had been a long time,  far  too long, since Sonia had felt pleasures this good. Before she and Bertram had been exclusive, she'd fucked other men -- but none since, she'd remained faithful She had absolutely no regrets about marrying her husband, none at all, but now she knew that she should have sown a few more wild oats beforehand. Sonia's body hunched upwards as the first orgasm of the night washed over her.

"  Your  turn, sir!" she growled and moved swiftly to engulf his cock. It was smooth as satin, thick, dark purple, a hard cudgel she couldn't wait to have inside of her. But for now, she denied herself that pleasure and was determined to reciprocate the pleasures she'd just been shown. Patrick looked at her with amusement and pleasure, she slid her tongue here and there, sideways, up and down. Patrick felt as if he'd died and gone to heaven, Sonia could see the look of bliss in his eyes. No man had ever been able to deny her anything when she sucked on their cock -- her earlier statement had been truthful, she did give amazing head.

Patrick groaned "Damn, I'm cumming!" and let loose a load that nearly choked her, but she swallowed it all, every thick drop. Bertram didn't intend for her to do that, but she loved the taste of cum and took it all, licking the remnants from Patrick's dick. Her eyes looked into his dark brown ones and saw the satisfaction reflected there.

"We're far from done, do you think you can handle more?" she teased. Patrick nodded sheepishly and the blonde beauty swung her body around until her pussy was over his face and her mouth was surrounding his cock once more. A  sixty-nine  -- a rarity for her these days and something she relished. Patrick didn't miss a beat, he was face-deep in cunt once more before she knew what hit her.

An expert tongue parted her labia and stabbed here and there, Sonia had to hang on for dear life as he suckled her clit and tongue-fucked her tanned body. Fuck, this man was damned good -- she felt her brain go fuzzy for a moment and then she realized his cock was almost rock-hard again. Dear God, this man had incredible stamina!

This time, it was Patrick who took charge, moving away from Sonia and up on the bed. He held out his arms for a brief cuddle, then he looked at her with admiration.

"I think we should get to the main event, don't you?" he asked. She nodded.

"Who's going where?" she said with a husky purr.

"I love a woman on top -- more opportunity for me to play!" he grinned.

"A man after my own heart!" Sonia beamed.

"Not your heart I'm after beautiful, think  lower !" he smiled as she straddled him and swiveled her hips down, down onto his cock. Now she arched and thrusted against the massive fuck-stick that was balls-deep inside of her. Her hips moved sinuously as she took her brother's prick and rode it for dear life.

Her blonde hair whipped back and forth, her head snapped back as he fucked her, no, they were fucking  each other , neither one of them giving an inch. They had left slow lovemaking behind and were now fucking with a frenzy, Patrick giving the curvy blonde a screwing he himself didn't know he could deliver. Sonia inspired new passions within him and he held on for as long as he could while she took him in. She had been calling the shots and he'd had no objections -- she was getting what she wanted, an adventure, and he was getting a fantasy come true!

Her tits were beautiful and round, he squeezed them, she moaned, so he played with her body and covered her with sweet kisses. Her flesh was aglow with passion, Sonia felt as if her entire body was more alive than she'd ever known. Even though Patrick was fucking the holy hell out of her, he still took the time to be sensual and awaken senses that had been dormant for far too long.

Now on the precipice, she leaned over and kissed him hard, taking his breath away. She shrieked to the high heavens "I'm cumming, oh Lord, am I  cumming !" and her orgasm filled her from head to toe. Her entire body shook and she felt her pussy walls tighten around his dick, he was moaning and her grip was like a vice on his dick. When she did release him, she lay back and took his dick between her round tits, letting him spunk all over her tits and face, feeling deliciously depraved for doing so.

The cheatings panted, but Sonia had almost no regrets. She knew instinctively that Bertram was going to get the fucking of his life tomorrow night. Her horniness was even higher than before and would likely escalate. She squeezed Patrick's dick and giggled.

"I want more of this tonight!" she purred again.




With One Step Ch. 03



"Okay, okay -- I think I can handle that, but I'll need to regain some strength. You, my dear woman, are insatiable. Let me order some coffee, okay? Go grab a shower or something -- I'll be in after I call Room Service."

Sonia got off the bed, leaving stockings and shoes behind, blew him a kiss and walked into the bathroom. Patrick picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hiya Bert. How'd it go? Okay, good. Yeah, you were right -- she's an amazing fuck! She couldn't get enough, Christ, she wants to go  again . Tell Ingrid -- oh, she's still there? -- tell her I won't be home until morning. Gotta go bud -- give my wife my best -- okay,  your  best as well! Talk to you later!"

Patrick hung up the phone, dialed Room Service and hung up again. Whistling, he walked into the shower and into the welcoming embrace of the horny blonde. He had his work cut out for him, he knew -- but this fling had been worth all the trouble it had been to arrange!

Even all those years later, Monica's mother still got turned on when she told that story. Once the night of adultery had come to an end, she went back and got her car -- Monica laughed every time her mother told her the story of coming home and finding Ingrid with Bertram's cock in her mouth. Clothes were whipped off fast and the girls double-teamed him until he spunked all over them, a scant hour later, they were swapping partners, Sonia fucking Patrick on the couch while her slutty sister took on Bert on the nearby floor.

" Insatiable sluts !" Bertram laughed as his wife's sister was taking his pounding dick from behind and sucking Patrick's cock. Sonia was preparing snacks and came back in the room with them on a tray. They were ignored for a while, for it was time for her ass to be fucked and her pussy to be stimulated -- the beginning of more decadent times for them all.

As she went to join Reagan, Kelly and Mila for lunch, Monica thought maybe she should give her parents a call. It had been  far  too long since she'd had some Daddy-dick -- and her Uncle was supposed to be visiting them this weekend. Perhaps it was time to show Bertram that his granddaughter had  inherited  her sluttiness? She shivered at the thought and smiled at how much it pleased her. 



With One Step Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Kelly's Story



"Okay, just who the hell is  that ?" Reagan asked Monica and Kelly as she saw the bikini-clad blonde romping with Mila in the pool. She was sexy, luscious eye-candy and within minutes, she was topless eye-candy.

"Her name's Kaitlyn, she's a new friend of Mila's. She's lovely, isn't she?" Monica smiled.

"Does she play?" Kelly asked.

"If she doesn't yet, she will by the time Mila gets through with her – and I get to go next!" Monica teased her lovers.

Reagan and Kelly scowled, but only in jest. In this makeshift family, it was rare that a lover was had by one and not the others and Mila loved to share her "toys". The trio watched Mila and Kaitlyn splashing about, imagining the two blondes entwined, making sexy teenage lesbian love. All of them were getting turned on, very fast.

"Do you remember  our  first time?" Kelly asked Reagan.

"Of course, every minute of it." Reagan smiled warmly as her sister hugged her close. Even though it had been so long ago, the memory had never left and seemed like mere moments ago.

"I remember our first time, too!" Monica purred, snuggling in close behind Kelly, although Reagan was right beside her. They continued watching the girls frolic and were become hot, not only because of the warm sun, but because the two girls were lust-inspiring.

"Shall we all go inside and cool down and leave my daughter and her friend alone?" Monica smiled.

"We'll go inside, but somehow, I doubt we'll be cooling down for a while, if at all!" Reagan said. She knew what was on her mind, looking at her sister and the lover they both shared, all of them were on the same wavelength.

The women practically ran indoors and clothes, not that any of them were wearing a lot, went flying. Reagan had the largest bedroom and the pair tackled their lover, Monica between Reagan's thighs and Kelly working on her sister's top half. "I still love your tits, sis!" Kelly said as she sucked her sister's tanned body. Reagan was already cresting on her first orgasmic wave, Kelly was a slightly more energetic fuck, Monica knew her way around a pussy. 

"Oh, we got two phone calls this morning!" Monica said as she came up for air.

"Hmm?" Reagan was already drifting into a sexual haze as Kelly licked her skin and stroked her warm flesh. 

"Who called?" Kelly said, hoping that once Monica stop yakking, she'd fasten her lips to Kelly's own sweet cunt.  Less talk, more sex  , that was Kelly's train of thought.

"The first call was from Ali ... " Kelly was thrilled by that. Ali was Mila's best friend, she'd been traveling for a few months and her presence had been missed. The dark-haired girl was like a daughter to them, but in the kinkiest sense of the word. 

"Is she on her way home?" Kelly asked eagerly.

"She is!" Monica answered and all three cheered.

"Did she have a nice time on her trip?" Reagan asked as Kelly's hands continued to roam all over he skin.

"She says she spent most of her time fucking!" Monica answered.

"Then she had a  great  time!" Kelly joked and all three laughed.

"The second call was from a certain young gentleman who said we should be ready this weekend, because he's looking for some horny  sluts  to fuck and figures we fit the bill!" Reagan's eyes went wide and she shrieked with joy. She was going to make very special plans for the "certain young gentleman" and he wouldn't be able to walk straight by the end of the weekend.

Monica jumped in bed with her lovers and the sex began anew, heated and furious, yet always with the undercurrent of love and sensuality. They could act like the raunchiest of sluts, yet everyone knew love was involved. As it had been from the beginning, as it would always be.

Kelly thought back to her first time, which had been with another woman. Time was no obstacle to her memory, she slipped back into that bygone era as easily as she slipped into a pair of comfortable shoes.

From the moment a pair of lips had kissed her in a sexual manner, Kelly knew she was meant to be a woman of passion and live for the thrills of the sexual acts. Her mind was open and inquisitive, nothing was forbidden and it had been she who'd imparted those lessons to her twin. Reagan had balked, but only in the beginning – once she felt the sensations of pleasure that Kelly was imparting to her, she let herself be led down the path of debauchery.

It had all began the night her sister had fucked Francisco. Seething with rage after her argument with Reagan, Kelly had gone home with their friend, Gina. The older girl was a friend to both, warm and charming and she was delighted to have Kelly as a houseguest. "It gets lonely here sometimes, no?" she said to her friend in near-perfect English. Gina's father had been an American who had stayed in Italy after the War and married her mother. She came from a large family, but preferred living on her own. "You can't  fuck  with your family around!" she told the blushing Kelly. Gina made them a lovely dinner of Veal Parmesan and they split a bottle of wine, relaxing after a hard day's work. Kelly did not want to think about what her sister was doing – she knew that Reagan was in for a world of hurt, so she just let Gina make her laugh and forget about the day.

"To tell you the truth ... " Kelly said, slightly inebriated " .... I haven't had to worry about having my family around when I fuck – because I haven't fucked yet!"

Gina looked at her friend with a look of almost-horror on her face. "No – with such a beauty, this is not possible. You are saying no one has had sex with you, you have not experienced lovemaking – you are a virgin?"

Kelly nodded and watched Gina's expression, she thought the dark-haired girl was going to fall out of her chair. "This is foolish – the body, she is meant to be enjoyed. I love to fuck, I would fuck day and night if I could."

Kelly wasn't offended by Gina's frank attitude, she found it refreshing. Curious about sex from an early age, she just let Gina go on talking about how wonderful it felt to have a cock inside you, how nice having your pussy licked was, how getting hot and squirmy and talking dirty was the best kind of fun a girl could have. Kelly was getting very warm – she knew she was feeling horny. She wished she had a boyfriend, but she was going to be smart. No idiot like Francisco was going to take  her  virginity – she would chose her first sexual partner wisely. Gina was still going on, Kelly asked her a question.

"So – do you have a steady boyfriend right now, Gina?" Gina had told her the boyfriend who was away at the moment was not someone with whom she was serious.

Gina shook her head. "No, not really."

"So, you're not getting any fucking right now?"

"No – I get as much fucking as I want, I fuck all the time!"

Kelly was confused. Gina didn't have a boyfriend and she was getting lots of fucking. She looked at Gina, who burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry my dear friend, I don't mean to make fun of you. I forget that you have not had sex yet. Kelly, you do not have to have a  boyfriend  to fuck."

Had she been a bit more sober, Kelly might have figured out what Gina was talking about, but she'd had a bit to drink. Gina laughed again and said "Kelly, I fuck with my  girlfriends !"

Kelly didn't quite get it at first. "Don't be silly, girls can't fuck each other."

Still wearing a bemused smile, Gina responded. "Certainly they can, and some of us are far better at it than men. You can't get pregnant with a girl, either."

Kelly's head was beginning to clear. "Gina, are you telling me that you're a – a lesbian?"

Gina had to kiss Kelly, she was just so adorable. She gave her a sweet kiss on the lips, followed by a warm hug. "No, no darling – I like women as sex partners, but I do like men. I sleep with both sexes, those who I chose to. I am what is called  bi-sexual ."

The concept was new to Kelly, but she was intrigued. "I see. Well Gina, I guess it does give you many more options!" she giggled.

Gina was glad who new friend wasn't offended by her revelations. "Yes, it does. I do not trust a lot of the men here, they treat women as objects. My dalliances with women have been more fun, much more sensual and rewarding."

Kelly sat back, her eyes never leaving Gina's dark, flashing eyes. She continued to be intrigued by the Italian beauty. "I don't like a lot of the men here either. Francisco – he's going to hurt Reagan Gina, I just know it."

Gina sighed. "I feel you are likely right  cara , but your sister, she is a big girl, no. I know you love her, but you cannot protect her always. She must lead her own life and so must you."

Kelly was almost in tears – she and Reagan had always looked out for each other, but there was no denying the truth of Gina's words. Reagan would have to fend for herself, as would Kelly. She felt alone for the first time in a very long while.

Gina wrapped her arms around Kelly, looking into her beautiful eyes and seeing the sorrow there. She let the girl cry, just a little, then told her "You are too beautiful to be sad, dear Kelly, you must cheer up."

Kelly looked into Gina's eyes and saw the warmth there. "Y-You think I'm beautiful?"

Gina was shocked to hear Kelly ask that question. "My goodness Kelly, of course. Don't you know that, you are one of the most exquisite creatures I have ever seen!"

Kelly was in awe, Gina was almost perfection, like her body had been sculpted by God. She was virtually flawless, to have Gina think she was attractive was a high compliment and she told her so.

" Attractive ? You are far beyond that, dear Kelly. You are a beauty, unique and warm, why can you not see that?"

Kelly sighed. "I guess perhaps it's because none of the men have tried to get me into bed."

Gina laughed. "This is true, but would you  want  them too? Kelly, you are too smart for them and they know it! Your first partner in sex should be someone who is your equal and there is no man here who can measure up to you!" Gina's hand was lightly grazing Kelly's bare arm, it felt good and comforting and Kelly was relaxing yet again.

"When someone is given the honor of being your first Kelly, it should be a special thing. You are a creature of great passion and that is to be respected. If I was your first lover, I would ... " Gina stopped herself.

"Go on Gina."

"No, no – I have said enough. I think you understand my point."

Kelly did and she was overjoyed that Gina felt that way. To think that someone saw her that way, it was a way she had never seen herself. Someone besides her sister thought she was to be loved and cherished, someone thought her beautiful. Her heart was alive and bursting with happiness. Her mind went to a forbidden place – but why was it forbidden, there was no good reason for it?

"Gina?"

"Yes?"

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"Kelly, why do you ask? Yes, you are beautiful, I have told you that, you are ... "

Kelly cut her off in mid-sentence. "Do you find me sexually desirable?"

Gina couldn't believe what she was hearing – Kelly couldn't be interested in ...? No, it had to just be idle curiosity. "Of course Kelly, you're a sensual, inviting woman, I'd be a fool not to."

"Gina, I might be insane – but I'm very attracted to you as well. You've been such a good friend to me and I – oh, I don't know how to say this other than just  say  it – Gina, would you do me the honor of being my first sex partner?"

She thought it might be coming, but the look on Gina's face left no doubt she was still taken aback. "Kelly, are you sure? This is a big step and having sex with a woman is frowned on by some and ... "

Kelly just boldly kissed Gina, she just  went  for it. Gina drew back for a second, but then she was kissing back. It was the sweetest of kisses, it was like she and Kelly had just drifted into a warm, sensual state, they just sat there, lips pressed together and in the moment. Their arms wrapped around each other and Gina boldly insinuated her tongue between the younger girl's lips, giving her the first adult kiss of her life. Kelly whimpered, but she didn't pull away.

"Are you sure you  really  want to do this, darling Kelly?" Gina said, almost expecting the pretty Irish girl to back out. Kelly nodded, Gina took her by the hand and led her to her small, practical bedroom.

Gina turned back towards Kelly and brushed her hand against the girls cheek. Kelly took her friend's hand and gently kissed it. Acting on a silent signal from Gina, she sat on the edge of the bed. She kicked off her shoes and pulled off her tiny skirt, then her blouse. She inhaled deeply and her bra and panties followed, she now sat o the bed totally naked and looked to Gina's reaction.

"Y-you are even more beautiful naked. Beautiful and curvy, you have lovely breasts and legs – and your skin, you should be naked always, it is a crime to cover such beauty with clothes!" Gina said. She moved over to Kelly and stroked the girl in a tender manner, then stood before Kelly. "Now, I shall undress – or would you like to undress me?"

"You do it – my hands are shaking too much!" Kelly said, Gina nodded. She had to take her time, no rushing – this wasn't some fun romp in bed, this was Kelly's first time and it had to be special. She did a tiny dance, letting her tight skirt slither to the ground, then removed her shoes. Her blouse came off next, Kelly looked at her with thw widest smile.

"Your underthings are – they're beautiful!" Kelly beamed.

"Oh yes – they're silk Kelly, I believe one of the places you spare no expense is lingerie, especially if one is to entertain lovers. Touch it Kelly, isn't it exquisite?"

Kelly's hand reached out and she touched the silk undergarments – she'd never felt anything so soft in all her life and she vowed from now on, part of her monies would be put towards purchasing nice things like this for her own wardrobe. All of a sudden, she realized her hands had been lingering too long and she pulled away.

Gina laughed. "Don't be silly Kelly, we're going to make love soon, you can touch me. You have a lovely touch, don't be afraid to touch me, to explore and be curious."

"I must seem so foolish to you, like such a baby" Kelly admonished herself.

"Kelly, everyone has to start somewhere. Come, let us lie on the bed. We have all night, we do not have to rush."

Kelly let herself be pulled onto the bed, alongside Gina, more on top really. She felt Gina's gentle hands on the back of her head, tracing through her auburn curls, then pulling her close so their lips could lock in a passionate kiss. This time, Kelly let her tongue meet Gina's, they made love with their tongues and Kelly felt her heart beating wildly in her chest. She was scared, but overriding that fear was desire and sensuality, she didn't want the kisses to end, just more and more of them raining down on her.

"You like this?" Gina questioned.

"Oh, Saints in Heaven,  YES !" Kelly yelled, slightly embarrassing herself.

"Shall we go on further then?" Gina asked. Kelly nodded and daringly, she slid Gina's silk panties down her long, slender legs. The years of hard work had paid off for Gina – there was no fat on her body, she was lean and firm, her skin a lustrous olive color, calves slim and shapely, a stomach flat and rippled with muscles, her black hair shone with healthy vitality and her body moved as Kelly boldly placed a kiss on each thing. "Bra next" Gina instructed and Kelly was happy to comply.

Kelly was overwhelmed, almost in awe, of Gina's slender, magnificent body. Her breasts were masterpieces, works of art that defied description. Perfectly round, perfectly firm, dark, soft and worthy of adoration. She looked over at Gina wordlessly, the girl nodded and Kelly kissed each one reverently, then the other. It felt nice and there was a trace of eroticism in kissing another woman's flesh in a sexual manner for the first time. She was sure there had been some lesbian play in the Orphanage, but she'd never been privy to it – now, she almost wished she had been. This didn't feel wrong at all, it was very sensual and felt very  right .

She looked into Gina's dark eyes and saw the sexiest expression she had ever seen on another human being. Kelly ran her hands all over Gina's slender, supple body and just delighted in the feeling of her friend's – no, her  lover's  - stunning body. Her heart was pounding.

"Please darling, let me please you first" Gina pleaded. Kelly had a natural, tender touch and if the girl wasn't careful, Gina was going to cum already and she wanted to be alert and focused as she instructed her new charge. Gina pulled her new lover close and looked into Kelly's stunning eyes, she saw all sorts of things reflected there – confusion, awe and desire, which was the emotion she wished to inspire. She slid two fingers into Kelly's cunt, the girl groaned and moved against the invading digits. Withdrawing them, she offered them to Kelly. "You shouldn't be afraid of your own taste, darling!" she said. Hesitant, Kelly licked them clean – it was an odd taste, yet not unpleasant. Wordlessly, she nodded to Gina and Kelly let her own fingers glide into Gina's heated cunt. Gina groaned and her pussy clenched around Kelly's invading fingers – she was so tight, Kelly noted. Her fingers released, she tasted Gina's juices – hers were nicer, Kelly thought, tangier, spicier. 

Gina looked over at Kelly, who almost seemed to be glowing with happiness. It was almost as if she had been waiting to experience sex and now that it had started, there would be no turning back for Kelly. She was becoming more lively, more animated, by the moment.

"Get up on your hands and knees, facing the wall darling!" Gina instructed, Kelly complied readily. Gina slid her fingers deep inside Kelly and began fucking her as deeply as she could, not wanting to hurt her friend. She played with Kelly's sexy tits and stroked her ass and things, Kelly thought she was going to fall apart, her body felt like jelly, but she steeled herself and kept going. She writhed around Gina's invading fingers, her clitoris throbbed and inexplicably wonderful feelings rushed throughout her body.

Gina was marveling at how responsive the younger girl was, she was going to be a hot little slut with some proper training, although it was evident Kelly had a facile mind and a strong will. No one would take advantage of Kelly. Gina's fingers sluiced around in Kelly's cunt and the young Irish girl came in an instant, her howls echoing in the night.

The girls caught their breath and had a small drink, Kelly was still panting at first. Given her strict upbringing, Gina had to wonder if Kelly had even played with herself, but she intended not to worry about that. They snuggled together, Gina's head In Kelly's lap as they stretched across the bed. No one was in any hurry, Kelly had all night because her sister was out with –  him ! 

After a while, Kelly rolled over and caressed Gina's smooth, round buttocks, still noting the girl was lean and sleek from head to toe. "So, what do we do now teach?" she teased.

"Well  cara  first – are you all right with everything we've done so far? No regrets?" Gina smiled, although she was sure of the answer.

"None."

"Good, so I think I shall instruct you on how I like to be pleased. Now, my sweet, every woman and every man is different, but you will learn this as you go along. Some like it rough, some soft, some like it fast, some like to take their time. The noises they make, the way their bodies respond, these Kelly, are the signals you must watch out for,  capisce ?"

"I love to be touched Kelly, there are no wrong ways to touch me dearest. You can start at my neck and work down, you can massage my feet and work up – but I love my pleasures slow and unhurried. I love to be stroked and have my body appreciated – ahhh, that is it Kelly, oh, you are rubbing my feet – it feels wonderful darling, you are off to a very good start."




With One Step Ch. 04



Kelly knew how to give a nice foot massage because she and her sister did that all the time after a hard day of work. Reagan would often tease her if they didn't take care of their feet, they'd be able to pound nails with their soles, so they made sure to pamper their feet. Gina was sighing, little coos of pleasure as Kelly rubbed and massaged and ran a fingertip along the sole, tickling slightly, but eliciting pleasure from the darker beauty. She felt a sense of pride that she, a sexual novice, was pleasing the hot-blooded Italian. She changed tactics and baby-kissed all the way up Gina's sleek, tapered calves, up her legs, smooth as silk, up to her aromatic pussy, already glistening with fevered desire. She wanted to taste it, she yearned to worship at the font of Gina's cunt, but she bided her time, wanting to know all of Gina and prolong this exquisite evening.

Gina's dark eyes took everything in – it was wonderful to look into Kelly's eyes and see her own passion mirrored there. Kelly's lips were mashed to Gina's thighs and then her soft lips traveled upward, to the smooth plane of Gina's flat stomach, dipping into the navel teasingly. Gina bucked at the sudden intrustion, but laughed and Kelly stroked the sides of Gina's body as she continued to move further up. None of the Catholic recriminations about having sex with a member of your own sex were hitting her – who were she and Gina hurting, the lightning had not come from above and struck them dead? She cupped Gina's breasts, sculpted works of art, and fondled them, adoring their feel, their bounciness, their warmth and texture and the dark nipples that crowned each one. Reverently, she kissed each nipple and was rewarded by Gina's hands on the back of her head, pushing her head down so she could lick and suck.

"Bite them!" Gina hissed through clenched teeth. "Bite them, my redheaded bitch! A bit of pain excites me, go for it, you fucky thing!"

 Okay, she's the boss!  Kelly realized and clamped her teeth almost-sadistically around Gina's dark nipple. The girl howled a series of swear words in Italian, it was obvious that she was having a good time.

"Oh Dio, oh merda, cazzo, this is wonderful. You're good Kelly, you're a natural, that feels  magnifico , I will give you 6 more hours to stop!" Gina yelled. Kelly bit the other nipple and fondled the other breast, Gina got even louder.

Acting on instinct, Kelly kept telling Gina how beautiful she was, what a sensual body she had, how excited touching Gina made her. It was just the sweet music Ginal wanted to here, her body would move in response to the softly whispered words.

Kelly was in love with the sensations of being responsible for another person's sexual feelings. Her hands rubbed and her tongue kissed and she saw Gina's dark eyes light with joy with every choice she made. Gina hadn't given her much instruction, she just touched wherever she thought might feel good and Gina moved in response. She licked all along the slopes and valleys of Gina's luscious body, just nuzzling her pussy until Gina couldn't stand it any more. She yearned to taste the sweetness between Kelly's legs and make love to her at the same time Kelly was taking her pleasure from Gina's body. 

In the dimly-lit room, moonlight streaming in, both women looked spectacular. To Gina, Kelly appeared as a tawny, wild beast, young and proud, desirable beyond words. Gina looked to Kelly like a beautiful bronzed sculpture, a work of art that should be immortalized and they moved together, standing once more and kissing, lips together and both were trembling, Kelly from nerves and insecurity, Gina from love and desire.

"Do you want to keep going?" Gina asked, though she was quite aware of the answer the auburn-haired honey would give.

"Of course, yes, YES!" Kelly practically shouted. Gina remembered past lovers, but none had the enthusiasm for girl-girl sex this little novice seemed to possess. She gave her a friendly hug and back to the bed they went.

"We're going to do a  sixty-nine  darling,  sessanta-nove , what the French coined  soixante-neuf ! This will give us a greater sense of intimacy, a chance to explore each other and you can do to me whatever you like and I will do likewise!"

Kelly was thrilled at the thought and hoped it'd all be okay. Once they were intertwined in each other's arms, bodies kissing, they moved into the position that Gina had suggested, with Kelly on top of the sultry beauty. Okay? It was  glorious , from the moment she felt Gina's tongue delve into the grooves of her pussy, she returned the gesture in kind. Kelly's nostrils filled for the first time with the scent of aroused –  cunt  – for the first time. It got to her, she felt heat she'd never felt before and she gripped Gina tighter, closer and lapped avidly at the proffered offering while Gina's tongue probed her and fingers drove in and out as well. She even felt Gina's finger probe at her ass and wished Gina would be daring enough to do that too, but it didn't happen.

"Oh Lord, this is amazing!" Kelly cried as she briefly lifted her face from Gina's wet pussy. In response, Gina tapped Kelly's butt and the girl went back to munching her pussy. She ate pussy with a hungry, fierce need, Kelly did, and Gina knew the girl would enjoy the favors of female lovers in the future – and often.

Gina's hands gripped Kelly's buttocks tightly, she ate her friend with a renewed, fresh hunger. Kelly was a true  fuckslut , although she didn't know it quite yet. She'd be discerning, but once Kelly had decided to take on a lover, that person, be they male or female, was in for the ride of his or her life.

" Why ?" Kelly wailed. "Why did I wait so long to have sex? Fuck, this is so good, lick me Gina, oh darling, right  there , that's it!"

"You must like eating cunt, you wild bitch, you eat pussy as good as the whores!" Gina snarled, her words inciting new fires within Kelly. The shy little naif was vanishing, Kelly was becoming ferocious in her appetite for cunt. With a newfound expertise, she slid her fingers deep into Gina's waiting cunt, her friend shuddered and climaxed all over Kelly's fingers. She licked them clean and continued, Gina wasn't getting off  that  easy! Kelly ate her even harder and Gina had to re-focus herself to keep the pace. Kelly's tongue was dancing here and there, Gina marveled at the skill Kelly seemed to innately possess, it was like she'd been having lesbian sex for years. Putting her own needs aside, Gina went back to feasting on Kelly's yummy muff.

Kelly was having the best time of her life – pussy was wonderful, she would have to find others to practice this on, once she and her sister went on their way, she'd want other girlfriends. Hmm – Kelly wondered if a guy could eat pussy as well as a girl? She doubted it. A man wouldn't have the natural instincts, know just what spots to hit and how it felt. Nor would a man be as patient, she concluded.

In the dim lighting of the room, the girls took in the sight of their coupling. They looked so erotic, so sensual, in the midst of lesbian copulation. Their bodies twisting and grinding in an erotic tumble. Kelly's tongue suckled at Gina's clit, the young Italisn groaned at the sheer delight of being teased by this Irish slut. She was glad they'd have some more time together before Kelly would have to leave – she had a few perverse things she wanted to introduce Kelly to.

The girls came – great waves of pleasure overtook them both and they shook, the mattress underneath them creaking in protest. They tumbled apart and Gina held her pupil close, stroking her cheek and running her fingers through Kelly's thick hair.

"Thank you, thank you so very much for teaching me that. What a way to lose your virginity!" Kelly sighed as Gina's hand lazily caressed her body.

"Wellll, technically, you're  still  a virgin, you know!" Gina sighed.

Kelly looked over at her new lover and registered the shock of one who'd just been told the sky was falling. "Oh, come on, you have  got  to be kidding me!"

Gina had sensed this was coming. "No, you really are. Even though we've just had sex -  great  sex – you still have your hymen, so as I said, you're technically still a virgin."

Kelly understood. "So, I'll need a cock to help me with that. Damn! There isn't one around here I'd care to fuck!"

Gina beamed. "Not necessarily, I may be able to help you with that. Stay right there darling, I'll be right back."

At first, Kelly wondered if Gina was going to make a phone call and arrange for a lover to come and join them, one she would entrust to take Kelly's virginity. She wasn't sure about that, but she had put her trust in Gina so far and it had all worked out. That idea was dashed when Gina re-entered the room a minute or so later, alone. She was holding something in her hand, but in the room's dim lighting, Kelly couldn't quite make it out.

"What have you got there Gina?" Kelly asked, a slight hint of trepidation in her voice.

"This is a strap-on dildo, a sex toy. I can use it to take your virginity, if you want me to."

Kelly looked at Gina for an explanation, which was forthcoming. "See Kelly, it has a harness with goes around my waist. I put it on and I can fuck you, like a man would, only I will try to be more gentle. Do you trust me?"

Kelly smiled. "Of course, but that seems awfully big. Do men's cocks really come that big?"

Gina laughed. "Not all, but some do, if you are lucky. Okay, get on your hands and knees, facing away from me. I have lubed the cock with some petroleum jelly, but let me check ... " Gina lapped away at Kelly's pussy again for a few minutes, making sure she was wet enough, and because she wanted to " .... yes, you're ready Kelly. Okay darling, this may hurt, but only for a few minutes, I promise."

Kelly thought Gina was being silly, it didn't hurt a .... oh God, this thing was stuffing her, her pussy was full of cock, it seemed so hard and it was forcing its way in. Lord, it  did  hurt, but Kelly wanted it over with, she wanted to be fucked. "Give it to me Gina, I'm ready!" she hissed, her teeth clenched as the hard, rubber dick moved deeper inside of her. Then there was pain, an unholy ripping that went through her, she nearly passed out, but it was momentary. As the dildo began to glide in and out of her and she felt Gina's gentle hands on her hips, a new, wonderful feeling began to emerge.

Kelly couldn't wait – she was being  fucked  at last and even if it was by another girl, the feeling was wonderful. She moved back and let her body take as much cock as it could, Gina's hands were caressing her again, they were like the hands of a surgeon or an artiste, everywhere they touched, Kelly's body felt alive. The cock was still moving within her, the pain was a thing of the past, all she felt was the motions of fucking and the sensations of heated lovemaking.

Kelly looked back and saw Gina there, her beautiful body and lovely face, the look of pure joy on her features, pleased that she could bring Kelly such happiness. Craning her neck, Kelly shared a kiss with Gina and knew she'd remember the face and sweetness of her first lover for the rest of her days.

"Oh God, this feels so good, I love the way you're making me feel,  fuck  me Gina, harder, please, do it  harder !" Kelly yelled. Gina did as her lover asked, but with common sense applied – she wanted Kelly to be comfortable in the morning and not ache in pain. She saw a grimace cross Kelly's face and knew her girlfriend was coming, she let the cock slip out and went back up on the bed, peppering Kelly's face with loving kisses as her friend climaxed, over and over again. Kelly was panting, she was almost out of breath as she came, her nails digging into Gina's shoulders as she held her for support.

"It – it was incredible, simply incredible!" Kelly managed to choke out before she saw the blood. Horrified, she turned to Gina, who shrugged her shoulders.

"That's what happens when the hymen is broken, it bleeds. Did you not learn such things in your schooling?" Kelly shook her head. "Poor thing, well it only happens the one time, we shall change the sheets and get you cleaned up. Hmm, if you have enough energy, the cleaning up in the shower could be quite fun too!"

Kelly sighed and let Gina remove the bedding. "You're amazing Gina, you seem near- insatiable. Don't you ever get enough sex?"

Gina gave Kelly a quick peck on the lips and said "No, never. I love sex, I love to fuck and be fucking. I am like a whore, a slut, I live for sex. I think you are this way too, Kelly, sex will become your great passion. We shall see, but come now, let us get washed."

There was more play in the shower and it was nearly dawn when the girls finally drifted to sleep. Gina insured Kelly's of discretion, not everyone was as carefree as she. Kelly liked the fact that for the first time in her life, she would have a secret she did not share with Reagan. She hadn't given a thought to her sister in hours and wondered how the night with Francisco had gone? Leaving Gina's place with a kiss that appeared chaste, she knew there was no way that Reagan could have enjoyed a happier night than she herself had just experienced. 

Kelly still smiled a wistful smile when she thought of Gina. It'd been a few years since she'd last heard from her close friend, Gina was going through a horrible time in her marriage. As her family didn't believe in divorce, Gina was trying to eke out some happiness in the way only  she  could and Kelly had been very happy to lend her "moral support". She went indoors and called out to her loving family.

"Does anyone feel like having Italian for dinner tonight? I've suddenly got a terrible craving for pasta!"



With One Step



Kelly also had a smug sense of satisfaction of her own. As they prepared their meager meal of pasta and bread, she wondered just what Reagan would think of  her  little secret. Oh well -- she was in no rush to tell her just yet.