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Touch It

By: RenaeNicks



Acknowledgment: I offer my sincere apologies to Lonnie Barbach, Ph.D., for quoting/paraphrasing her book "For Yourself: The Fulfilment of Female Sexuality" without permission. All references are to her actual book published under this title, which I highly recommend, and thank her for writing.

"Masturbation! The amazing availability of it!"

(James Joyce)

I was damned and determined that I was going to have an orgasm. After three years of non-orgasmic sex, I was definitely *ready* for one. The problem was, after three years of heroic attempts to reach one, I had no idea what else to try. So, I read a book.

"Are you enjoying that, uh, book that you're reading?" My then-fiance Derrick brought this up at dinner one evening.

"Yea, it's pretty good. The intro was really interesting. I could really relate to some of the women she talked about."

"Oh?"

"Well, Dr. Barbach holds counseling or self-help type groups for women like me, and she talks about some of them in her intro. She also talks about more general stuff relating to female sexuality and the lack of value placed on female sexual satisfaction in our culture."

"I see." This probably sounded a bit too feministic to him. "Are you past the intro?"

"Yea, now I'm into the instructional part."

"The book gives instructions?!?"

"Well, sort of. I mean, she discusses some techniques and stuff, like Kegels. It's not like a sure recipe for success."

"What are Kegels?"

"Exercises for the muscle that's down there. You know, like when I squeeze you." I smiled at him and winked.

"There are exercises for that?"

"Yea, she says that some women don't come or don't come very enjoyably because the muscle is too weak. She recommends some exercises for the muscle. They're kind of weird, but I think she knows what she's talking about."

"So are you doing your Kegels?"

"Yea, I've been working on them this week." I did a few while the conversation continued.

"What else does she say?"

I was a bit uncomfortable with the next part. "Well, she's big on touching yourself. Uh, masturbating." I was choking on the word.

"Oh, yea? Didn't you tell me that you used to do that but stopped?"

"Well, sort of. I mean, I did, but not really the way she says. I mean, I wasn't ever getting anywhere, so I stopped doing it years ago. But, she has a lot of different suggestions. She says that you have to be prepared to spend a least one hour per day for several weeks to see results."

"An hour?!?"

"I know. I can't do it that long. But, I've been trying to do it longer each day. She says many women just give up too soon. Anyhow, I'll keep you posted."

That night, I went to bed a little early in anticipation of my session of self stimulation. The book emphasized trying different types of stimulation, and all-over body caresses as opposed to a direct dash for the clitoris. As I lay nude in bed, I began by running both hands slowly over my breasts. This felt pretty good, so I started pinching my nipples, also. When both points were hard, I inched my right hand downward.

I knew my anatomy, at least. I quickly located my clit, then left it to explore the folds of my labia first. After I had softly petted myself for a minute or so, my hand traveled back to my clit. I began moving my entire hand across the area, my middle finger giving the clit an extra flick as it went by.

This was mildly stimulating, but it wasn't going anywhere. As I had on previous nights, I became bored and got sore, and eventually gave up.

For the next week or so, Derrick and I continued with our usual sexual encounters. I also continued with the nightly routine, never feeling anything different. The book discussed the fact that some women have orgasms without realizing it because they are so subtle. So, I was paying close attention to anything that felt remotely different or new.

Derrick was aware of my lack of apparent progress, but knew it was a sensitive subject for me and avoided it. I told him to just forget about my orgasms for a few weeks and enjoy some selfish sex. By then, we had been together for almost a year. Everything else about our sexual relationship was great.

One afternoon, we were doing it on the guest bed for a change of scenery. I started by laying him on his back and wrapping my lips around his cock. As I enthusiastically licked and sucked his stiff erection, his moans of enjoyment encouraged me. I wanted to devour the entire length of him. Unable to do this, I settled on long wet licks along the shaft alternated with sucking on the end and tonguing the tip.

After Derrick recovered from his orgasm, his head traveled slowly down between my legs. His saliva mixed with my own juices to get me wet very quickly. I pulled him back up for a kiss, opening my legs invitingly and pulling his hips towards mine.

"C'mon in," I invited, lifting my hips off the bed slightly to press my opening against him. He mumbled something incoherent, and buried himself inside me with one quick stroke. As he continued to move in and out of me, I whispered encouraging words to him. 

"Yea, that's it. Does that feel good? Hmmmm? Yes! Bury it in me. Make it feel good." This sort of talk pushed him over the edge very quickly.

I was aching, hot, still anxious for more. I knew he was occasionally good for three orgasms. Even before his erection returned, I started rubbing my body against him. "One more time, please? I want to get on my hands and knees and feel you come into me from behind. I want to feel your balls slap against my ass."

With these words, his erection revived one last time. As I climbed to my hands and knees, he positioned himself behind me and began squeezing my breasts. As he began to slowly enter my pussy, I quickly rocked my hips backward against him. Although he attempted to slow the pace of our lovemaking, I continued my wild ride, frustrating his efforts. I met each pause of his hips with movement from mine.

Although it was unusual for him to do so after sex, I was not surprised that Derrick fell asleep shortly after his third orgasm. After he was asleep, I laid on my back on the other side of the bed.  I could still feel my pulse in my cunt with every heartbeat. I was very frustrated.

My right hand traveled down towards my pussy. I was still soaking wet. As I began to use the moisture to make it easier to manipulate my clitoris with my middle finger, I started thinking about how angry I was that I still hadn't had an orgasm. I remembered a line from the book where Barbach asked one of her frustrated clients to consider what it meant if the woman "gave up". Was she prepared to accept the defeat? I certainly wasn't.

I continued moving my finger in circles across and around my clit. The angrier I got, the harder I rubbed and faster I moved my hand.  Suddenly, I had the shocking realization that was I was doing actually felt *different*. In fact, it felt much better. This really surprised me, since I never expected to like it so "rough". However, I continued the fast, hard rubbing, closing my eyes and concentrating on the sensations.

After a short while, I started thinking that what I was doing was _really_ beginning to feel great. Then, for a very brief moment, each movement across that one tiny spot felt intensely pleasurable. This perfection ended shortly with the sudden sensation of heat radiating out from my clit and washing over my entire body.

I was virtually silent throughout, too shocked to even vocalize my enjoyment. I was absolutely certain that I had experienced an orgasm, but nevertheless I glanced down at my chest, searching for those "signs" that the book mentioned. Yes, my nipples were sharp points and my chest had the characteristic red flush. It was true. I smiled and glanced over at Derrick.

I'd finally had my first orgasm, and Derrick had slept through it.

Touch It, Emily



These characters don't suffer repercussions, because their story ends. They can have casual sex without using condoms. You aren't as lucky.

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"And that is so not going to happen!" finished Tori.

They were lying by the poolside, and as it often did, the topic had come around to boys and girls.

Emily made a sound of acknowledgment, not looking at her friend. Tori was a 22-year-old natural blonde. She was lying on her belly, stretched out on a towel, sweating in the hot sun. Her tanned, bare skin bore only a calf tattoo and a cheerful red bikini. 

And it wasn't a big one. The scarlet triangle decorating her butt was more of a patch.

Emily reclined on the beach chair next to her. Her pine-green bikini, more modest, was the only one she'd ever owned. This was the third time she'd ever worn it.

Emily was twenty-one, with straight dark brown hair. People who looked into her huge dark eyes thought of a waif, or an owl. When her hair fell across her face, when she looked at you up through her lashes: mischievous. Perhaps a sensuous, thick-lipped Gypsy had snuck into her dull British family line. But most of the time, she told her reflection, her features were just plain. A plain, simple girl.

She wore sunscreen. A lot of it. Emily didn't tan. Her pale skin pinked or burned. Sometimes a smattering of freckles would kiss her cheeks for a few days, if she'd been lucky and caught just the right heat of the sun. She didn't really do poolsides. She was here because Tori was her friend and this was a typical Tori afternoon.

Tori had just given her the update on the crazy boy who last week had spotted her across the bar and just wouldn't stop trying to buy her drinks. One drink was nice. In the telling, it had earned him a smile, and that, Tori explained, was her first mistake.

The rest was a grueling story of rolled eyes, texts, friends and ex-girlfriends that Emily couldn't relate to. Boys didn't buy Emily drinks. That was largely because Emily didn't go to bars. But if she did, she told herself, boys wouldn't buy her drinks.

Sometime around when he'd sent his friend over to Tori's table, which was right around the time that Emily's polite interest was growing into unhappy irritation, her attention had wandered. She'd watched the gardener.

The gardener was a large, quiet fellow, tanned and bulky. He was pushing a wheelbarrow back and forth from house to yard. Buckets of tools, then bags of something, and then he was working the earth.

While Tori talked, Emily had watched him, the tall golem of a man, stabbing the dirt with his shovel, over and over, wrestling his tool out and stamping it back in. This fascinated her, for some reason. He'd lifted the rosebush from the ground into his wheelbarrow, resting it gently on its side, babying the flowers, uncaring of the thorns.

In Tori's story, she'd just given the cold shoulder to the boy's friends as the gardener slapped the dirt off his gloves. In the story, she walked out of the bar as the wheelbarrow toted its rosebush behind the corner of the house.

A metaphor? thought Emily. She was an English major. Where did the roses go? Out of sight. Out of mind.

Tori stretched, adjusted her straps, and started a new story. Emily closed her eyes for some peace, but she still saw the sun in dazzling dark reds, while she heard her friend's very different life unfold. How long do I have out here before I burn, she wondered.

The gardener was Nick. Groundskeeper, as he said. Nick was the groundskeeper.

Nick left his muddy shoes in the garage. He stripped off his sweaty socks and his overalls. He'd been working hard on the garden since the morning, and had earned his shower and his break.

His little brother Jack had taken his wife out of the country for most of the summer. Their daughter Tori, Nick's niece, chose to stay home her first college summer.

Jack had hired his older brother to keep the place up.

Nick didn't mind. He wasn't really close with any of them, but he liked the three of them well enough. Jack and everyone else in Nick's family had had big dreams. But strangely, Nick, the first-born, had always known the unassuming life that was right for him. At 45, he was content. He didn't live in a fancy house like this one, no. When he wanted, he had a little room downstairs, but most nights he spent in his trailer.

Last night, he'd stayed out late with the guys, a good bunch of guys, and now he was out in the sun, plotting yard arrangements. It was relaxing. It paid the bills.

The hot shower left him tired. He'd just had the energy to pull on a bathrobe and collapse on his bed in his quiet downstairs room. The door hadn't been pulled all the way closed.

Emily and Tori had agreed they'd break out the beers when the sun started to go down. But that was some hours away and, Emily had explained, she burned too easily to stay out.

She slid open the downstairs patio door and padded inside. Her bare feet were cold on the stone floor, her eyes wide in the gloomy dark. Her heated flesh felt like it was steaming in the cool air.

She nosed around the downstairs bar, more out of curiosity than actual interest. She thought she might make a phone call.

Then a shape in the other room caught her eye. She laid a pink-nailed hand on the door and quietly pushed it open.

Nick lay on the bed, sound asleep. The bathrobe, untied, lay parted at his sides. He was completely naked.

His knees were at the bed's edge, his feet on the floor. His knees, comfortably apart, framed the college girl who was staring from the doorway.

Some part of Emily's mind thought fast: Tori would stay out for hours; she could hear this guy's faint snoring; she could always say she was just looking for a bottle of booze.

Her gaze held steady on Nick's soft, uncircumcised penis.

It lay to its side, across his hip. His long, hairy ball sack -- all of him was pretty hairy, it seemed -- hung low in the dark between his thighs.

Emily had seen pornography, of course. She'd led a sheltered life in her private high school, but in college, like any normal girl, she'd called up a website or two in the privacy of her bedroom.

She knew what a penis was, and how it worked. She'd never seen a real one. She'd never even seen a video of a soft one. Weren't they supposed to be smaller when they were soft? This one seemed pretty big.

She breathed open-mouthed, silently, watching. She could hear the faint sound of the distant highway, and the smooth hum of the central A/C, and Nick's open-throated hoarse breathing that could barely be called a snore.

How had she decided to step inside and push the door back ajar? Yet there she was, standing flat-footed, door behind her, hands clasped chastely in front of her bikini bottom, staring at the cock and balls of a freshly-washed man.

Genitals, came the word unbidden to her mind. But her face was reddening, she knew, not from the sun, and the giddy twists in her insides weren't because she was in science class. That was a cock.

"Touch it, Emily," she thought to herself.

Where had that come from? That didn't sound like her.

There were poets and poetesses who met like this, she thought. She was sure of it. What's-his-name, they got married. There was debauchery of some kind, she knew. The writers she admired lived life to the fullest. Surely she should do the same.

She found herself taking a step and crouching down between the grown man's legs. Her eyes were adjusting now. The drapes were closed, the light was off, but the room was actually not dark at all, it had just looked that way. Just dim.

His legs were like tree trunks. His hands seemed huge. The gardener was a big, strong guy.

The dark hair on his legs grew thicker between his thighs, and it drew a line up his belly. "Like a satyr," came to her in an inane flash. She could see, now, his ball sack dangling down, wrinkled and reddish-brown with a smattering of wiry hairs. "Gross," she thought, but there was another thought too.

Her hand hovered over his sleeping penis -- cock -- resting so innocently on its side.

Then her warm hand rested carefully on the warm penis. It was so soft. So tender and harmless. It felt like a newborn puppy.

She looked up for a moment. Nick hadn't moved. When she realized she was touching her first penis, something adjusted inside her. And when it occurred to her that she was a college girl holding on to a grown man's dick -- Tori's uncle ("old enough to be..." came to her) -- well that made her feel something too.

It wasn't a bad feeling.

Some gentle squeezes. The thing's skin was loose. The flesh was soft and pliable. So this was what they were like.

Could she make it hard? she wondered. She wrapped her whole hand over it in a loose fist and slowly, like she'd seen in videos, she pulled up and down.

Nothing -- no change, though she gently squeezed as she stroked -- still soft as a kitten, warm as a cat, innocent as -- oh.

Suddenly, without any movement from Nick, his cock grew. She held on for a moment, then, eyes wide, released it and watched.

She'd felt it start to swell just a bit. Now it grew on its own. First it expanded just a bit. Then, resting sideways across his thigh, it stretched. It wobbled as it extended. The skin became taut, then tight. As the swelling head struggled to burst free, Nick's cock lifted and swung up.

It kept growing longer. Nick sighed softly in his sleep. It was so big now, bobbing up at an angle, crawling up his belly. It bent in a curve, trying to straighten itself. Long seconds passed. Emily held her breath. It didn't seem done. It shook gently, like it was struggling.

Then, just as she reached out her hand again, it gave one quiet stretch, and it grew, and it was a proud, hard cock, standing straight, stretching from hairy groin to hairy bellybutton. It was the angry weapon of a sleeping stranger, emerged from its cocoon.

Kneeling, she grasped it carefully, and watched as she carefully pulled down the roll of skin ringing its tip. The tip slipped out. It was purple-red. It looked like an alien.

She wasn't sure what she was thinking, as she gave the hard cock a dreamy stroking, sliding her fist up and down. She was twenty-one. It really didn't occur to her where this was heading. She stared at the thick ridge that ran from tip to balls. She was pretty sure that was where the sperm went. It felt like nothing she'd felt before.

Nick swam slowly up from an amazing instantly-lost dream and lifted his eyes. He saw Emily. After what seemed a long while, it occurred to him that the girl wasn't part of the dream. "Oh," he thought, "wow. That's good."

Waking, he watched for a while, silently, the dark-haired girl with the cute nose shyly stroking his cock.

"What's your name?" he asked, finally.

She stopped. "Emily," she said. She looked him in the eye.

"Keep going," he said.

She did.

He breathed deeper, and propped himself up on his elbows, watching the girl half his age lick her lips, focused on the new toy.

"You can go faster," he said, and she did.

He took a deep breath and he pushed his palms into the sheets. It had only been a few minutes since she'd first touched him. But the forgotten dream had seemed like endless hours of raging-hot erotic torture. It confused him, how sensitive his dick was, how close he already was to cumming.

He stared at Emily, entranced. He thought she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her hair, dark and straight, made her look like an old-time movie star. Her pale shoulders swayed and shook as she worked his cock, and he spotted on them a faint smattering of freckles running up her neck to her girlish cheeks. When she looked at him, her eyes were so deep and dark that ... well, to be honest, they made him want to fuck her brains out.

A low, throaty voice was all he could manage. "Put your mouth on it."

Never in a million years would Emily have pictured herself, kneeling between an older man's legs, leaning forward to cautiously, carefully, slip his puffy red cock-head between her lips.

"Ahhhhhh," Nick breathed. His body tensed.

Emily tasted salt, and then noticed a bit of something slimy in her mouth. What was it? She thought maybe her pussy moistened. She didn't think the gardener had cum, but she didn't know what else it was. She stopped to look at him.

Denied, Nick groaned through his teeth, sat up, took hold of Emily's head with both hands, and lowered her mouth back onto his stiff cock. She took it willingly, sliding her lips and tongue delicately over the slippery bulb.

The dainty licks, unsatisfying, inflamed his need. His balls drew up, growing firm. He grunted, clutched her head tighter, and with a few up-and-down lifts and thrusts, he showed Emily how it feels when a man's cock pumps in and out of a girl's mouth.

She sucked in his rhythm, bobbing her head and jacking her fist, and he let go and fell back on the bed. Her other hand rested shyly on his thigh for balance.

Her victim, twice her size, struggled for breath as her small mouth rocketed him forward. She'd grasped him at his core and was dragging him over a cliff. He didn't -- it was -- she was -- she was so pretty --

Nick stiffened and his fingers curled as his cock erupted into the wet mouth of a willing college girl.

Emily's mouth was suddenly full of hot cum. Surprised, she sat up and let go. Whether and how to swallow? -- but Nick had already grabbed her hand and head, and forced them back onto his spasming penis.

A squirt of cum splashed on his chest -- and then his prick was jammed back in her mouth, impaled deep this time. With her hand she felt the next pulse of semen a moment before the salty warmth gushed into her again.

It was a glorious mess to her, an explosion of emotion in fluid. She felt rather than heard the frightening, masculine sounds she'd pulled from him. His great body gave a spastic dance under her mouth as he came.

She tried to swallow and gagged. Her mouth opened, forced wide by the cruel incursion, and his cum squished out, flooding over her hand. She did her best. She licked and sucked as Nick grunted and gasped, pushing himself up into her.

As the last jets shot out of him, awareness returned. For a long while, as his sensitive cock twitched in her hand, he looked down at Emily, still suckling at it, licking the spent but still stiff flesh, because he hadn't told her to stop.

He sat up and told her to stop.

She laughed first, a little, and then he laughed, a lot. And then they were both standing. He was brushing back her hair with a sun-browned, thick-skinned hand, touching her neck, telling her how lovely she was, and what a lucky man he was.

She was dazed that she had done this. All on her own. She knew boys liked sex. She'd felt its undertones in friendships and relationships, in a glance or a stare. But was this primitive glandular roughhousing, this orgiastic demand and surrender, so lightly hidden in all men, lying in wait barely under the surface? It had been just a few minutes since she walked in the room, and now -- she was wiping his sourness off her mouth.

She went to kiss him a few times, because that's what boys and girls are supposed to do, but he pulled back, and just smiled at her, and for some reason this aroused her. He kept caressing her and talking to her. His lips brushed her neck, her ear. His hands ran lightly up and down her side. All the while, his exhausted member tapped wetly, ignored, against her hip.

When they did kiss, he had one hand on her throat and the other gripped her ass. His lips met hers, he bent her back and devoured her. He licked inside her mouth, and she barely had time to think "Gross!" before her knees went weak.

The top he untied, and the bottom he slid off, and he sat her on the edge of the bed. It wasn't romantic. He sucked at her neck and licked her tits, and made her feel woozy inside. Her nipples were hard fleshy buds, and when he planted his wet mouth on them and sucked them hard, she grimaced and hunched over. It hurt a little. Then she started to squirm.

She was sitting with legs together, because that's what girls are supposed to do, and when he slid his big hand up between them, she was actually shocked that he pushed them apart.

Then his strong fingers nestled into her cleft. At first his hand, squeezing and massaging her, was an alien invader. He was tickling, corrupting and defiling her. After a few more strokes and squeezes, he was a man, and she a woman. A little while later, she was his woman.

She opened herself to him. He rubbed her moist pussy as she clung to his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head, and her shiny, straight hair smelled like her flowery shampoo. Her curly hair was thick under his palm, and under his fingers it matted as she grew wet.

She clutched him for long minutes. He talked to her with "mmm" and "mm-hm," and she answered him back with "mmm," and they sat there, together, shifting and breathing hard, while he rubbed her pussy.

He stopped, and Emily felt lost, and didn't understand, but when he kissed her, turned her onto her back, and lifted her knees into the air, she realized what was coming. When he leaned in and breathed hot onto her virgin pussy, she jerked like she'd been spanked. And when the older man's mouth fell onto her most private place and gave her long licks, she gave little gasps, unable to speak.

Emily had made herself cum plenty of times. She had never been with a man, but she wasn't a prude. She knew where her parts were. She knew what her pussy needed and knew how to stroke it just the way she liked.

And in her fantasies she'd imagined a boy from school going down on her. A clever, dorky boy who would read her poetry on dates and then lick her exactly as her own fingers did. What she hadn't realized was that the real tongue would stroke her as it pleased.

Wet licks came to the left and right of her spread slit, those hairy, curiously sensitive nethers, and she moaned. His lips and tongue zeroed in, and nipped and pulled at the folds in her flesh, and she felt herself grow wetter. And when he gave up what her pussy needed, slipping the tip of his tongue into her little hole and working it in circles, while his nose nudged against her clit, her breath caught, and she cried out weakly.

He was determined to savor the experience. He loved the sounds she made. He loved the uncertain, jerky movement of her self-conscious body, the way her delicate hands seemed to almost want to cover her shame. He loved the look of her flushed, puffy lips swaddled in soaked curls.

He loved her smell: spicy sweat, tropical sunscreen, and the rank, dark taste of her cunt. The girl every inch a girl, and her cunt her nasty, dirty secret to plunder.

He lifted his head and gave her smooth inner thighs a lick, and smiled as her hands clamped onto his head and pulled him back in. She arched her back and twisted her hips, and her legs swayed from side to side as he licked, cradling his face until he pushed her knees back harder, opening her wider to his hungry mouth.

He was pretty sure by now that she was a virgin, or at least had never done before what she was doing now. He slid a finger around and around, and carefully pushed inside her. She tensed, and he pushed further. Slippery but tight as hell. Taking his time, watching her try to relax, he eased into her, while he gave her pussy kisses.

Then he held the flat of his tongue firmly in place over her tiny nub of a clit, and slid the finger in and out, slowly, feeling her tremble, feeling her relax, feeling her body suck at him, hearing her high cries turn to grunts: "uh! mmh! uhh!"

Nick had big hands, and he took him time with his second finger, working it into her carefully. They watched each other as he did, eyes meeting across the length of her bare torso. His tongue gave her clit little pets and she felt the hot and cool of his breath over her mound.




Touch It, Emily



She tried to smile at him, and couldn't. She looked, instead, anguished, as he did with her as he liked. She saw sprays of gray in his close-cropped hair. Oh, this wasn't some fumbling teenager, no, no, this was an old man who knew just what he was doing! 

He felt her squeeze both his fingers, tightly, in her warm body, and it felt good. He gave a hard sloppy suck to her clit and then leaned back to just watch. He moved his hand slowly in and out, studying the eager wetness blanketed in a patch of curly, dark hair. He watched as the timid girl began to feel a want. A dark part of him hoped she would pout and whimper. And beg.

Emily's brow furrowed in worry. She usually used one finger, which didn't hurt. His two fingers hurt a little. She usually went faster. She was usually in control.

She pushed her hips at him as he gave tender kisses to her thighs and belly. A hunger built. He ran a finger around a nipple and gently pinched it. Yes, but -- no -- please, down there. Oh, his fingers stroking her inside, stroking her from inside, they felt so good. But couldn't he see she needed more?

When Nick had seen his fill of the pale girl dancing on his fingers, he lowered his head and sucked at her pussy, hard and vicious. She cried out, loud this time, as his fingers pumped her, and now she was talking to him, swearing and gasping, urging him on. She grabbed a tit and squeezed as his lips grabbed her clitty hood and gave it slippery pinches, over and over.

"Oh, fuck, fuck. Ohhh, god, god, god, god. Ohhh, yeah yeah..."

He worked her pink flesh hard and firm now, pulling and pushing, nipping and stroking. His cock was fully hard again, hanging between his legs as he squatted over her. It could only be envious as he visited his lust upon her with his hands and mouth. He growled as he abused her, snarled as his cruel loving washed over her, poured into her, filled her overfull.

"Ahhhh!" -- and the first orgasm at someone else's hands burst inside her. She lost track of the world as it swept through her. Helpless in his grasp, she shook and cried. Sparks of pleasure so intense it felt like pain.

When she could breathe again, he was still licking and sucking at her poor pussy. So sensitive! She tried to push him away and he grabbed her around the hips and held her tight until he'd had his fill. She gave shallow gasps and tried to find the air to tell him to stop.

He let her go, and stood over her. His smile seemed predatory. His cock seemed immense, animalistic. It grew from hairy roots still covered in the slime she'd coaxed from it.

She needed it. But --

"It's too big," she whispered, her knees closing. "It won't fit."

"Oh, it will," he said, grabbing her hips and pushing her up the bed.

"I don't --"

"Shhh. Girls always think it won't fit, but it does."

He didn't really know if it would. She'd clearly never been fucked before. He knew it would hurt. But he wasn't about to wait. This girl's pussy was a gift sent to him, a miracle, and no way would he give her a chance to change her mind.

She was trying to say something, but she didn't know what, as he pushed her knees back, then, letting go of one, grabbed himself and rubbed her pussy with his thumb, feeling for her opening. Huge eyes wide, she stared at him speechless as she realized it was about to happen.

He gripped her leg as he gave a hard nudge and wedged part of his cock-head into her. Not a word as he eased his weight over, squeezing her apart as he pushed in that first inch.

She couldn't speak -- the pressure! It was painful. Softer than his fingers maybe, but so wide! With the pain came the first real fear, and she started trying to tell him to wait, to go slow, but the words weren't there.

She tensed, and when she relaxed a micron, he leaned forward more, pushing a bit harder. Her oven-hot body was clamping down on him, but with a solid push he worked himself in another inch.

"Ohhh, god," was what she was saying, now, realizing this was it, she was getting fucked. It didn't feel possible that her little college pussy could squeeze in the giant working man's cock. It didn't seem possible to enjoy this painful fullness. But with the fullness came another ache, a wanting, a feeling that this was something she was meant for.

She was pushing at his chest, so he grabbed her forearms and pinned them down with his full weight. Helpless now, she closed her eyes and moaned. He took a full minute to work himself into her. He gave shallow bobs that tugged at her, then long slow pushes that rewarded them both with another inch of his flesh splitting hers. Then his cock was seated.

He held himself over her, rocking back and forth, not sliding, just rocking. He was just halfway in, but he thought any more might really hurt her. She was a virgin, and almost painfully tight.

He rocked forward and back, swaying inside her, until she started to rock her hips with him. When she opened her eyes, he moaned with the erotic shock of it: in her eyes, he saw calm, and fear, and desire, and a hopeful innocence that drove him wild.

With that, he found the strength to slide himself an inch out and back in. He could feel her wetness on him. She felt like hot velvet.

She was just saying "ohhhh," now, as he started a steady, shallow fucking, a burning pleasure that was growing hotter and hotter. The pain was steady. She ignored it. She pushed back -- then instinctively lifted her legs and put her heels behind his thighs, and started fucking him back properly.

"Yeah, that's it," said Nick, and part of a grin flashed across his face as Emily looked him in the eye and fucked him. She was unbelievably tight and wet, and he was harder than ever, but he knew he had a while before he would cum, and was looking forward to a little raunchy aerobics with her.

Arms still pinned, she struggled. He didn't let her up. Her eyes flashed. He grinned again. She felt suddenly helpless, and with it came anger, and she swore and struggled harder. He loved it. He pumped her pussy a little harder, a little faster, feeling her wriggle under him. Each plunge into her hot vise felt so satisfying while she called him names and tried to wrestle free.

Then the feeling of a man's hard cock inside her took over, and she quit the struggle, letting out a little cry as her body betrayed her and joined his in the rhythm of their fucking.

He let go, fell on his elbows, and stroked her hair and squeezed a nipple. She held onto his shoulders and his neck, and their foreheads touched, and now their cheeks, and now noses, and after their lips brushed, she looked into his eyes, and her mouth twisted into strange shapes as their hips worked and he slipped in and out of her.

She'd leashed quite a beast, some part of her thought, quite a strong beast. All with her hand, and her mouth, and the dark little spot that until now she guessed she'd thought was for her alone. His head dipped and his breath fell across her chest like a bellows. He seemed exhausted but he couldn't stop. She almost giggled. That's how bad he wanted her...

She put her mouth at his ear. "You like my pussy?" she asked, sweet and coy.

The stunning eroticism of her sudden play-seduction, breathed into his ear, almost froze him for a moment. He could almost feel his cock and balls swell up at the sound of her girlish voice. He grabbed her shoulders and fucked her harder.

It took her a moment to catch her breath. "I guess you do like my pussy."

"Mmmmmmm," he groaned, pumping her furry slit harder, still holding back a little.

"You like fucking my pussy?" she asked, and "you feel so good in my pussy," and more, and God it turned him on, and pretty soon he started to murmur back. Then he set his forehead to hers, and grinned, and fell back to a slow gentle rhythem.

They looked at each other for a long moment, breathing, smiling, her more shyly, him more with satisfaction.

Then he muttered something she couldn't hear, and sat up on his knees, taking hold of her legs again, somehow without slipping out of her. And he started slowly pushing deeper into her, deeper than he'd gone yet, and at first she was surprised there was more of that blessed, luscious cock, because it had felt like nothing could fill her more, and then she was a little scared because it felt like something bad might happen, and finally, just when he started nudging something deep and scary inside her, he relaxed, and she saw she was taking almost all of his giant penis, she felt relief, and oh God was she suddenly horny for more. More!

Nick gave long, slow strokes now, a lion, back from the hunt, powerful but tired. She groaned and ran her hands up and down her body. He held her legs open and, eyes closed, slid what seemed to her like an impossible length out of, and back into her.

Over and over he pushed into her squeezing cunt, and felt her body clutch him as he pulled back out. Nice and steady. Smooth and slow. God, he could feel her tight little pussy opening up to him. He could feel her lubrication wetting his balls, dribbling from the hot flesh he pushed himself into.

He looked down. He watched as they fucked. His cock, thick and wet, slid out from between her pale legs, between the dark mess of sloppy pussy hair, tugging out a hint of pink squeezed tight and fat around him. He pushed, and the wink of pink was gone and his long shaft vanished into that nest of curls.

He didn't know how long he could last. He got a mental flash of how sexy she'd looked in that little green bikini, and when he looked down at her -- stripped bare, rosy gumdrop nipples, wiggling under his dick -- he felt like he might cum any second.

She grabbed onto the blanket, grabbed her own hair, squeezed her breasts. Her whole body needed his touch. This was real. This gardener, she didn't even know his name, was fucking her.

A flood of sexual energy rushed into Emily at the thought, and she cried out, "oh God," and Nick's eyes snapped open. She seemed frantic now. She was moaning and bucking her hips.

Nick wanted to try a different position, and he pulled out of her and went to move her legs. "Fuck!" she shouted, scooting to him frantically and grabbing at him until he grinned and, carefully, slid himself back into her.

She locked her legs behind him and, twisting and pulling, worked him in as far as he'd go. She saw him smiling down at her. Amused by her. Did he think she was just some little girl? She'd show him. She pulled him down onto her and whispered "fuck me," wiggling her hips and trying to give his cock a squeeze. "C'mon, fuck me, fuck me..."

Nick couldn't help himself, this girl was too much. He laid down flat on top of her, his knees apart. He grabbed her shoulders from underneath and banged into her hard and fast. She was whispering to him, it didn't matter what. He turned his face to her. Her neck, her ear, white against her dark hair, seemed the epitome of feminine grace. "Ahhhh!" he said, and slapped his hips into hers with all he had, bam, bam, bam, over and over.

She knew she was going to cum, welcomed it. It grew like a surge on the horizon. She saw it coming. This old man was going to fuck her until she came, fuck her with his huge cock, this man old enough to be --

Nick felt his balls tighten, again? So soon? This girl was gonna, oh God, he was gonna give it to her. Fuck yes.

She grabbed a fistful of his hair and spread her legs wider. She felt like she wanted to scream, but she couldn't breathe. It felt like she couldn't move.

What came out was "nnyynnnnn!" She went rigid. The cum, she could feel it, it was rising in her, oh God, it was coming over her so slow, so hard...

Nick fucked her as hard as he could. He couldn't hold on anymore. He grabbed a firm tit, squeezing it tight, God, fuck...

She came, and it washed over her in long, crushing waves, ancient and huge, pouring out of her as she stiffened and bucked.

She was helpless, trapped under Nick's big body as he fucked her while she came. Their sweat made her feel like an animal, a savage. Her fists fell weakly on his back, her arms felt floppy and useless. There was nothing to her but her cunny, nothing in her but its roaring, splendid pleasure. Still he fucked her, still! Oh God --

Nick was already close, so close, already pushing himself over that edge, and the feel of her young body trembling under him tore loose his restraint. He banged into her, hard, and then her cunt clamped down like a fist and he knew he couldn't help himself. One more shaky stroke and then he pushed into her, pushed and pushed as he cried out and came. He felt the spongy head of his cock buried in her body swell and explode his cum into her. He squeezed her tit and groaned into her neck as he came, and came, and came.

She felt him letting loose inside her, and sobbed with lust as the cum gripped her again. She'd never made herself cum anything like this, she'd never known it. One last long swell lifted her into delirium, then set her back down on the bed, with just tingling aftershocks and a sore fullness.

"Ohhhhh!" cried Nick, his cock still twitching inside her, phantom empty spasms, though he'd already shot into her all he had. Done, gasping, he stayed on her, slowly pulling and pushing his satisfied cock in and out of her, eking out the last of the sex with this unbelievable girl.

Finally he found the strength to hoist his weight off her and gaze at her flushed, sweaty face while she looked back at him. They shared tentative smiles, and murmurs, and a little hug from her. He showed her how to roll over with him still inside her, and she laid on his chest for a nice long while. When his softened penis finally slipped out of her, she was embarrassed at how her body drooled cum onto him, embarrassed at everything that'd just happened really, but with a smile, he brushed her hair back and held her close, and it was all right.

They shared a quick shower, and she learned his name, and he was a perfect gentleman -- yes, even as he smilingly lathered her up and down, he seemed the perfect gentleman. Emily, no longer a virgin, pulled on her bikini, and Nick said something nice to her before she left, and that made her stop, turn, and give the still-nude man a long, loving kiss. She dove into the pool to cover for her wet hair, and it turned out Tori had had ear buds in the whole time and had no idea anything had happened.

So they got away with it, and she visited some more times that summer when Tori wasn't even home and she learned how to properly suck him, and he got to strip her out of proper street clothes and try those other positions he'd wanted to try. What he'd said was: "Emily, you're as pretty as a flower."



Touch Me



TOUCH ME. It's been a long day. I'm tired. But never TOO tired. TOUCH ME. Let's get amoral, immoral, and unmoral. Come with me Baby. Run your moist tongue up and down my body. Stopping occasionally to nibble, to lap, to tease. TOUCH ME. You excite me beyond words. You make me wet. You give me energy. Raw energy. Natural Energy. Astonishing sexual sinew. Let me feel you. Press against me. Rub me. Rub me where only you know. 

GAWD YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY. Lick me. Lap up my juices. Savor me. Smell me. Sniff. Drink me in. See what you do to me? Soaking for you. A storm gathering for you. A storm of the North Sea. Hungry. Mean. Exciting. Vigorous. A wind. A roar. Bringing you to life. Electric. Bringing me to life. Drink my sea. My ocean. Now slide up here and let me taste. Let me taste myself on you. Let me lick my wetness from your tongue. OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH Yes! Give me your hand. TOUCH ME. TOUCH ME here. Ah, that's right baby. Right there. Squeeze me. Squeeze my nipples baby. Roll them between your fingers. Pull them. Twist them. Pinch them. 

GAWD YES! Now move down again baby. Down. Down. Down. Yes that's it. Right there. That's the spot. That's it. Nibble. Bite. Suck. AAAAAAAAAHHHHH! You know how to do it baby. You know so well. Now give it to me Baby. Give me your wet and shiney. Press it against me. Rub it up and down. Up and Down. Up and Down. TOUCH ME. Spread my juices. Spread the wetness. Mix the proof of our desires. Mix 'em Baby. My juices. Your juices. Our juices. So hot for you Baby. Don't stop Baby. Quit teasing. Give it to me. Push it in me. I'll meet you half way. I'll reach for it. Strain for it. That's it Baby. Give it to me. All to me. All of it. Deeper. Deeper. 

YYYYEEESSSSS that's the spot. There. Right there. RRIIIGGGHHHTTT THERE. Inside me. TOUCH ME deep. Feels so damn good. I'm so hot for you. Burning for you. Inferno for you. Go slow. S-L-O-W. So slow. Tease me with it. Make me beg. Make me arch for it. MMMMMMMmmmmmm. That's it. Stroke me. The eye of the storm. So gentle. Two currents and one swell. Deliberately slow. The steady rhymthmic swim. My cunt sucking your cock like popsicle. Feel the storm Baby? Feel it? Come. Get caught up in it with me. Get sucked. Dragged under. Then spit out to sea. Move with me. Swim Faster. I'm hungry Baby. HUNGRY. Feed me. Feed your Wanton. Your Hellion. Your Faggot in a woman's body. Your Bitch-Goddess. No turning back at this point. 

No stopping. Just moving. Moving. Harder. Deeper. FASTER... FASTER... HARDER... HARDER... Bounce me. Move me. THRUST. POUND. RAM. FUCK ME BABY FUCK ME FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKFUCKFUCK Till the ocean damn breaks. Till the tidal wave gushes forth. Till that moment in our universe when it's only You. Me. Sperm. Pussy. Cum. Ass. Sweat and my desires sated by the way you... TOUCH ME.



Touch Me



Your hands are gentle and they move over my skin as though absorbing it for future reference. Your touch is gentle as you pause at my breasts. I feel you cup the full mounds and your tongue laps across the rubbery nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. You slip the blindfold over my eyes, obscuring my view and I feel your lips press briefly against mine. I squeal in surprise as I feel cool liquid dropping onto my skin and running down between the cavern of my breasts. I feel it pool in my belly button as your tongue follows its course. My skin feels cool and slippery, but where you touch I have the sensation of burning. My back arches as your tongue returns to worship my breasts and a moan of desire escapes my parted lips. 

You rise up to kiss me once more and I feel your hands roaming across my creamy skin, slowly descending to find that secret part of me. You part my legs with gentle hands and I gasp as your tongue caresses silken thigh. My breathing grows ragged and quick as you place small kisses along that taut skin, slowly rising. As I feel your darting tongue touch the very center of me I cry out and clench my fists. Though I am unable to see you, I know you are smiling in satisfaction at my sudden loss of control. 

Your fingers slip inside my moist warmth and begin to stoke the flame of my desire. I moan softly as the pleasure overcomes my senses and makes my back arch and my teeth clench in response. Your hand finds the small nub of pleasure which is concealed and softly rub it until it is swollen and sensitive to your touch. I am beyond articulation now as your fingers increase their speed and your tongue finds that small button of pleasure giving flesh. I feel pleasure trickling through my every pore, overcoming me and taking my control away. I plead with you to take me to the end of my journey, but you keep to the pace which you have set.

You suck that small fleshy nub deep into your mouth and your tongue caresses it until I moan your name. Then, you withdraw your fingers from my snug dampness and replace them with your tongue. I feel it delve inside me, deep and demanding as you taste of my juices and bring me so close to release. I feel you pull back and then the sensation of bare flesh against my own. I feel the brush of stubble as you kiss me briefly on my open mouth and then you sink down upon me. I feel that swollen rigid male part of you demanding entry and I admit you so we may be merged body and soul. As always it is like the first time as you slowly slide your way home. As your passion increases, so does the speed of your thrusts. I feel your desire overcome me once more and soon I am lost in a world where all is sensation and nothing more. I feel every pump as your throbbing flesh pounds deeper into mine, mashing our sweaty entwined bodies still closer together. 

I am unable to cease my cries of desire and love as they burst from me. I feel my back arch again as my muscles begin to prepare for the final release. You murmur my name against my own lips as your hands toy with my breasts. We are locked below and still you try to drive yourself further inside me. I feel the delicious friction you create ebb inside me until I grind my hips upwards to meet yours as they descend. I cry out once more and then it begins.

Throbbing waves of heat cover me, rising from my groin to envelop me in my entirety. Moans and whimpers are torn from me as the convulsions make me thrash and tremble beneath you. Only a moment later I feel you push into me as hard as you can and then with a loud groan I feel you join me in paradise. I feel your juices spurt inside me in small bursts as you moan my name and begin to tremble against me. Our juices mingle, but do not put out the flame. We are driven higher, together. Finally, the throbbing pleasure ceases and we descend back to earth together. You withdraw from me and the aching loneliness of the parting echos within me. But, then you return and I am safe and warm within your embrace. Satisfied we both drift off to sleep and know no more...



Touch Me - 2006



This story was originally posted on Literotica back in January, 2003. However, since November, 2005 marked my three year anniversary of being a published writer, I thought it might be cool to bring out some of my fans past favorites. I hope you enjoy!

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Reegan and Josh were not your typical brother and sister. But then again, Reegan wasn't the typical sister either. She was 19 and a goddess standing 5'9 with legs that went on for eternity, long, curly brunette hair and hypnotic brown eyes. She never had any trouble attracting attention. Of course, her large tits didn't hurt either. They were round and bounced with every step she took. And her gorgeous nipples always seemed to be standing at attention. 

Josh worshipped the ground Reegan walked on. He loved to watch her drying off from her evening shower or watching her slip seductively from the family's backyard pool. And, it seemed, that Reegan knew Josh was watching her because sometimes she would add an extra few minutes here and there while drying off. He was lost in another daydream when .....

"Would you turn that fucking music down please, Josh!" yelled Reegan from her bedroom, "I'm on the phone!"

Josh responded by turning his music up to deafening decibels, further antagonizing his sister. 

Of course, this angered Reegan even more.

"Josh! What is your fucking problem?!?" she yelled, storming into his room.

"Ya know you're not the only one who lives in this house, you're 18 years old, stop acting like a little kid and grow up!" she growled.

"Fuck you Reegan, get out of my room, don't you knock?" Josh yelled back.

Reegan let out a scream and left the bedroom, slamming the door and heading downstairs.

She found a note on the counter :

Dear Reegan, I've been called away on an emergency business trip. I know this is short notice, I'm sorry. I left $200 in an envelope on my desk for you and Josh. I'll be home on Monday.

Love, Dad

Damn, she thought to herself. Two whole days in the house with Josh, she would certainly lose her mind. 

She immediately grabbed the phone to call her friends. She wasn't going to let an entire weekend with no Dad around go to waste.

"Who are you calling?" asked Josh, startling his sister.

"Does it matter?" asked Reegan.

Josh rolled his eyes and headed for the refrigerator. 

He noticed that Reegan looked especially sexy today in a white cotton t-shirt, obviously no bra and the shortest of cut off jean shorts he had ever seen. With her beautiful brunette locks pulled tightly into a ponytail and just a few strands of hair from her bangs falling down her forehead. 

He watched her as she took a seat on a stool in the kitchen. Her long, golden tan legs crossed perfectly leading up to what, he was sure, was a beautiful tight pussy. Her long slender fingers wrapped around the telephone cord as she giggled with her friends on the other line. 

"We're having a party!" she squealed, hanging up the phone.

"Oh I'm so excited," said Josh sarcastically.

"Why don't you call up some of your friends then Josh, see if they wanna do something tonight," offered Reegan.

"I don't wanna go out tonight," he whined.

"Well then I guess you're stuck here with me and my friends!" giggled Reegan.

"What time are your losers, I-I mean, your friends coming over?" he asked, laughing at his word fumble.

Reegan glared at him, before answering, "Don't call them that! And they should be arriving in about an hour or so."

"I've got to go get ready!" she said before heading upstairs.

Josh watched her gorgeous long legs as they took each step carefully. Then moving his eyes up to her ass, her perfect heart shaped ass. Many times he had imagined pounding that ass with his cock. Someday, he thought to himself, someday.

A few minutes later Reegan yelled down to her brother.

"Josh, I forgot my towel, would you bring me one?"

He put down his soda and took off upstairs. He chose a short little skimpy towel, hoping she wouldn't notice. 

"Thanks," she yelled over the running water. 

Josh just stood there for a moment, soaking up her beautiful scent. The smell of the shampoo she used and the scented oils she used to cleanse her gorgeous body. Her smell was intoxicating and Josh got an instant hard on.

He was startled out of his zone when Reegan ripped the shower curtain open unexpectedly. 

Her eyes immediately went to the massive bulge he had in his jeans.

She smiled coyly before stepping out of the tub and walking past him, the towel leaving little to the imagination.

Josh decided this was his moment. How much more perfect can it be? he thought to himself. Dad's gone for 2 days and my sexy sister is naked in her room. So before he had a chance to talk himself out of it, he barged into her room.

She turned around, startled, to find Josh staring at her naked body. 

They both just stood there for a moment, staring at each other. 

He slowly walked towards her, his eyes carefully examining her flawless body. 

Reegan felt her heart start pounding, her nipples were getting hard, just knowing her little brother was staring at her. 

"What's on your mind Josh?" she asked.

"Oh I think you know," he said, licking his lips.

He walked up behind her, pressing himself against her wet body. 

His hands wasted no time sliding down to that perfect ass he had fantasized about for so long. 

She moaned as he caressed it gently, sending chills up her spine.

His breath was warm on her shoulders, she could hear him breathing heavily.

"Tell me you want me Reegan," he whispered.

"Josh, this is wrong," she said, "We can't do this."

"Tell me you want me Reegan," he repeated.

She could no longer deny the hidden passion she had for her brother any longer. She had to admit that she loved knowing he watched her. And she had watched him many times, when he thought he was alone, jerking off to porn in the living room. His cock was so thick for a man of 18. She had often fantasized about him fucking her.

"Yes Josh, I want you,"she moaned, finally giving in.

He came around to face her, taking her beautiful face into his hands and kissing her. It was a passionate moment between the siblings, one they had both wanted for so long. 

As they kissed, Reegan reached down and unzipped her brother's jeans, freeing the massive hard on he had had since before entering her room.

Her warm hands cupped his shaft, making him moan thru their kiss. 

Slowly, yet firmly, she began stroking him. They kissed harder, both breathing heavily as they slowly made their way to Reegan's bedroom floor. She released her grip on Josh's cock as he layed on top of her.

He broke the kiss to tell her to spread her legs.

She obeyed quickly, watching to see what he would do. 

He wasted no time exploring her slit with his long tongue. She moaned, spreading her legs as far as they would go. She watched him licking her, his tongue dancing all over her bare pussy. It darted in and out of her puffy pussy lips, then back inside, fucking her hole like a tiny cock, then up to her clit, sending waves thru Reegan's body.

He then slid his tongue down to her beautiful asshole. Mmm it smelled and tasted so good as he licked around it, sliding his tongue inside. She moaned louder as she had never been rimmed before and she was enjoying it immensely. Josh drove his tongue in deeper, pulling her body down by her hips to get her closer to his mouth. 

Reegan closed her eyes and slid her hand down to her clit. She started rubbing gently at first, circling the swollen button. Then gradually getting faster, raping her clit as her brother rimmed her deeper. Josh slid 2 fingers inside his sister, pumping them in and out while she fucked herself. 

She began bucking her hips wildly, riding his face and their fingers. Her moans became squeals as she rubbed harder, her body beginning to shake. 

"Oh Josh! Josh! Mmmm make me cum!" she begged.

Josh responded by pulling his tongue out of his sister's ass. He began kissing her asshole, sucking it as he fingered her harder. Her body sliding up and down on the plush carpet underneath them.

Reegan's eyes rolled up into her head, her body began shaking harder, her breaths became pants as she neared her climax.

"Oh god Josh!! I'm cumming!!" she yelled, flooding her brother's face with her sticky sweet cum. He kept pumping her, letting her ride it out. 

After a few minutes, she calmed down, pulling her hand from in between her legs.

Josh stopped rimming her and withdrew his fingers from their hiding place inside his sister. He took them to his mouth, hungrily sucking her sticky sweet nectar. 

Reegan watched him, knowing he was enjoying her taste. 

"Have you ever had a blowjob?" she asked.

"No," answered Josh.

"Lay down and I'll show you what you've been missing," giggled Reegan.

Josh obeyed his older sister, lying back on the floor.

She wasted no time taking his massive rod into her warm mouth, tightly gripping the tip with her perfect lips. 

"Oh my god," moaned Josh, reaching down to grab Reegan's hair.

He gently tugged each time she would come back up. She seemed to be an expert at this, he thought to himself.

He watched her head bob up and down, watching his cock disappear inch by inch into his sister's mouth. 

He spread his legs as she reached down and began rubbing his balls while she sucked his cock, gradually picking up the pace until he was fucking her mouth. 

Faster and faster she slid her warm mouth up and down his cock. Her tongue massaging the veins that bulged from either side. 

He bucked his hips, pulling her hair tighter.

"Oh shit Reegan, I'm gonna cum!" he yelled, "Oh oh oh goddddddd!! oh fuck Reegan, yeah fuck me baby, oh fuck yes!!!!"

Thick ropes of his cum coated her mouth, sliding down her throat. 

She looked up at him with his cock in her mouth as he exploded. And this only made him cum harder.

After sucking every drop from her brother, Reegan opened her mouth. Josh's cum was in a large, thick pool on his sister's tongue. This drove him crazy knowing she was about to swallow his seed. And with a quick gulp and a smile, she did just that. 

"Oh shit!" she said, jumping up, "Everyone's gonna be here in a few minutes, I need to get dressed!"

She helped her brother up off the floor as they shared another passion soaked kiss.

They were interrupted by the doorbell.

"I'll get it, you get dressed," said Josh smiling.

"Thanks sweety," she said, opening her closet doors. Josh ran down the stairs to greet his sister's friends. 

"Oh hey Joshy!" they all squealed in unison. 

"Hey," said Josh, rolling his eyes.

"Reegan's getting dressed, she'll be down shortly," he said, walking away and leaving them in the living room. 

People started pouring in pretty quickly over the next 30 minutes or so, filling the 2 story house to capacity. 

The night wore on as Josh and Reegan would exchange glances across the crowded room.

She looks so hot, he thought to himself. Her hair was put up in a bun with little ringlets of brown curly hair falling down her neck. She wore a hip hugging, strapless red dress that barely covered her thighs. And her tits were beautiful all snug behind the red material. 

His cock throbbed just looking at her. 

Some of the guests had become rowdy when someone finally piped up and suggested a game of football in the backyard. 

Josh had no interest in sports, well not playing them, that is. So he opted to go up to his room and play his own music and daydream about what had happened between he and Reegan earlier. 

He took his cock out from his jeans and began stroking it. Thoughts of Reegan's asshole jumped into his mind again and he began stroking faster. 

Downstairs, Reegan was in the middle of being referee between her 2 best friends. They had begun arguing when they both realized they were dating the same guy. Well naturally women won't get angry at the guy, just at each other. The 2 became physical and Reegan tried to intercede when one of them spilled their drink on her.

"Fuck!" she yelled, "This is a brand new dress you bitch!"

The girls didn't stop fighting to even acknowledge Reegan.

She ran upstairs to the bathroom, trying to get the stain out before it set.

Josh heard someone running up the stairs but wasn't sure who it was until he peeked out of his bedroom door.

"Reegan?" he asked.

"Yeah it's me," she answered angrily.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, that bitch Amy spilled her drink on my dress and now I don't know if I can get it out," she answered, patting a wet washcloth on the stain.

Josh watched her in the mirror. The huge wet spot was right over her left tit, causing her nipple to become rock hard. 

"Well if you're just gonna stand there watching you might as well come in and shut the door," she said, looking at Josh in the mirror.

Josh didn't hesitate. Not only did he shut the door but he quietly locked it as well. 

"Damn," she said, "I'm gonna have to change, will you get my zipper?"

Josh again came up behind his sister. 

Again his warm breath on her bare shoulders sent chills down her spine.

His hands trembled as he slid the zipper down her back. 

She turned around to face him.

"Thanks," she said, kissing him on the cheek.

She walked towards the door, reaching for the doorknob when Josh grabbed her.

He turned her around again and kissed her hard. The force sending her against the bathroom wall. 

As their tongues danced, Josh reached down and slid Reegan's dress up over her hips. With his other hand he unzipped his jeans.

He quickly slid down her body to his knees, reaching up and slidng her lace panties aside. 

He drove his tongue inside her slit quickly, flicking her clit.

She moaned as she reached down, grabbing handfuls of his hair.

After a few minutes of licking his sister's pussy again, Josh stood up.

He leaned in to kiss her again, smearing her juices all over their mouths.

He picked her up and mounted her against the wall, placing the tip of his cock inside her.

Reegan responded by wrapping her legs around Josh's hips, pulling him into her closely.

The force of his body held her in place as he grabbed her hips, sliding her tight pussy down on his cock.

He began fucking his sister almost with force, making her body slam against the wall with every thrust. Her long nails dug into his shoulders causing him to yell out once in awhile. 

"Oh god Reegan, you feel so good," he moaned, continuing to pump her.

They kissed as they fucked, the harder the thrusts, the harder the kiss until finally Josh could hold out no longer.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna fill you up Reegan!" he moaned, pumping her faster and harder. 

Within seconds he exploded inside his sister, coating her insides with his thick warm cum.

He kept her against the wall as the last of his load emptied inside her, still pumping, slowly, yet firmly.

She slid down, trying to stand on her wobbly legs.

They kissed again before she turned to reach for the door again.

And again, Josh grabbed her.

Still behind her, he walked her over to the sink, raising her dress again over her hips.

"Josh, I can't, I have guests downstairs," Reegan whispered.

"This won't take long sis, you can't leave yet," said Josh.

He began kissing the back of her neck, slowly sliding his tongue down her back, stopping at the crumpled fabric of her dress wrapped around her hips. 

Her tits were beautiful hanging between her arms as they rested on the sink, Josh thought to himself. 

"Watch yourself in the mirror," said Josh.

Again he went to his knees, this time wasting not a second licking her asshole again. His warm hands spread her ass cheeks apart, massaging them as he rimmed her. 

Her moans echoed off the bathroom walls. Josh knew his sister was enjoying this. 

After a few minutes, he stood up again. They looked at each other in the mirror as Josh came closer to her. She could feel his cock pressing into her ass and she knew what he wanted. 

She leaned over a bit and poked her ass out as if to say "Fuck me now Josh." He responded by sliding the tip of his massive cock into his sister's puckered asshole. She moaned and tensed, tightening around his cock tip. He gently grabbed her hips and guided her back against him. Inch by inch his cock disappeared into his sister's ass. 

They watched each other in the mirror as Josh began pumping. Slow at first, then rapidly picking up the pace.

"You like my cock in your ass, don't you Reegan," he hissed.

"Mmmm yes Josh, I do, I want you to fuck me in the ass everyday," she moaned.

This drove him crazy and he began pumping harder, pushing Reegan's pelvis into the sink.

He watched her close her eyes and lick her lips, obviously enjoying her brother's cock buried up her ass.

Their bodies slammed together as she tightened her asshole around his cock, then released, then tightened, totally milking him.

His grip on her hips became tighter as he dug his nails into her flesh. His balls slapped against her pussy, making his sac wet from her juices.

"I've wanted your ass for so long Reegan and fuck! you are tight," Josh moaned, breathlessly, pumping even harder then before. 

Reegan reached down and began finger fucking her clit while her brother fucked her ass.

"Mmmm yes Reegan, cum with me," he moaned.

Soon their bodies were lost in total sexual abandon as they both neared climax.

When Reegan began shaking again, Josh knew she was close.

He pumped her harder, with more force, causing her to rub her clit harder.

"Oh fuck Reegan, I'm gonna cum again!" he yelled, slamming his body and cock into her forcefully.

"Ooh ooh ooooh!!!" yelled Reegan, "I'm cumming Josh, I'm cumming!!!"

In perfect sync the brother and sister climaxed. Their cum mixing together like a fine wine as they moaned, riding their orgasms.

Soon the moans were replaced with heavy breathing and panting as they tried to regain their composure.

Josh slowly withdrew from his sister's ass and a small droplet of cum oozed out. 

They both tried to catch their breath as they stood there.

"Now you can rejoin your guests sis," Josh said, smiling and zipping his pants back up.

Reegan just smiled and kissed her brother before exiting the bathroom.

By the time they had finished and Reegan changed dresses, the party goers had all left, leaving them with a mess to clean up.

Somewhere between picking up beer cans and throwing away used cups, the brother and sister fell asleep.

They were awakened by their father who had unexpectedly returned home a day earlier.

"Wake up!" he yelled.

The pair was startled from their slumber to find their father standing over them, glaring.

"I won't ask what happened here, I can obviously see," he began, "You 2 clean up this mess and you're grounded."

They both began giggling.

It was worth the punishment, they had quite a party in the bathroom upstairs. 



Touch Me



Written by Claudia Belle, and edited by Karen Cole-Peralta.

ONE



It was one of those empty, Godforsaken nights. Jessica's lonely mind was on the twilight ending, and heading home to her dog. It would be another painfully bitter evening, she thought to herself. A tad bit restless. She felt, well, bitchy. Even the days had been cold, and it had been a long while, maybe years, since she had enjoyed a good time with another human being.

She had worked hard that afternoon, and was walking into the parking lot, thinking of the events of the day. Contemplating her co-workers; that is, the few who wanted to go out with her. But she wasn't ready, she was thinking. No, it was too soon to even take a moment for herself. The honest truth was that she was still extremely afraid. In a sad, forlorn and miserably enforced way. Time heals all, she had formerly believed, but it had already been two or three years since her husband had passed away, and she still hadn't gotten over it.

She'd considered that she was losing her mind. Deeply. Anymore time alone, and she would go crazy! There had been nights when all she could think of was her desires, and the silence had mocked her in return with a groan. A growing ache had begun again to reach out from inside her, and she found herself unable to sleep. Was it her loneliness, or her self-satisfaction that egged her on?

It wasn't just her own lonely ego, she came to realize; it was other things. Needful things. The human touch and tenderness, she reassured herself. Love, she exclaimed on her ascent up the staircase. But something else, pushing its way out inside her, disgustedly disagreed. True love had failed her, so long ago. There was another, more savage and impatiently wicked impulse, a mysteriously strong force that needed reckoned with soon: it. 

This feeling had been working its way into a steady state of luscious anxiety. Each and every night she had felt the need for another's touch. Just when she thought she would release it, she tucked it back inside her icy body shamefully, and closed her eyes to block it. 

Why did she do this to herself, she wondered. And here again she asked all the wrong questions, not listening to her feelings. Truth is, she was perhaps afraid. But of what, she had to use all her faculties to so much as question. After all, indeed, of what?







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She came down the stairs slowly. She was nervous, very nervous.

In the living room before her, she could hear the fluid conversation of her parents and her older sister. They were waiting for her. They were going to celebrate her eighteenth birthday, to share her entrance into adulthood.

Her mother saw her first.

"There's my beautiful baby!"

"Happy birthday, sister!"

"Yes, happy birthday! It's hard to believe our little girl is an adult now."

She met her father's eyes momentarily and blushed. She didn't feel any different. Just the same as she had when she was seventeen years old and three hundred and sixty four days old. It was much ado about nothing.

"Come, sit here in the chair," her father instructed, a wide smile on his face. Her mother and sister's grins were just as big, and she could tell that they were genuinely happy to be sharing this moment with her.

Obediently, she moved to the tall leather arm chair that was her father's normal seat. He stood before her, his gaze warm. The leather was cool, chilling her through the long draping of her dress.

"Congratulations, darling," her father began, "on reaching your eighteenth birthday and adulthood."

Her mother and sister dutifully cheered at that and she blushed again. So much hullabaloo.

"You've entered a different world than when either I or your mother turned eighteen. And its even different from when your sister turned eighteen. This is a world that is new to you, and new to us."

She nodded her head eagerly. She had seen some of the things that they played on TV and seen what some of the young women wore these days. It was different to say the least.

"Now that you are eighteen, you have a choice that you must make. It is the same choice that your sister has made, that your mother had to make, and that your grandmother had to make before her."

This seemed ominous, she thought. No one had mentioned such a thing. Her sister's eighteenth birthday had been celebrated after she was put to bed last year, so she did not know anything of this.

"You can choose to become an adult here, and remain with your family in the safety of our lands. Or you can leave us, and become an adult elsewhere, in a cold world that does not know you, and does not care for you."

The question puzzled her. Were they saying she needed to decide if she was to stay or leave now?

"It is a decision that only you can make. We would rejoice if you remained with us, and mourn our loss if you left. Will you become a woman here or elsewhere?"

She was quiet for a moment, not certain that she was ready to make such a statement. She could hear her sister and mother both whispering for her to stay from across the room. Each was sitting primly in their normal seats, their clenched hands digging a furrow in their skirts. She had no intention of leaving home, in the near future at least. And not in the distant future, either, she surmised. That left her with one choice.

"I will stay, and come into adulthood here."

"HOORAY," her sister and mother cheered in unison. Both leapt from their seats and grabbed an arm and hauled her from the room. She glanced over her shoulder at her father, who was once again smiling brightly as he settled into his chair.

The two women on either side of her practically carried her into her parent's bedroom and then into the bath. She was surprised when they shut the door behind them, leaving them in the tiled washing room.

Her sister began to tug at the ribbon which bound up her hair, letting loose the long locks of sandy brown curls. Her mother undid the three buttons on her bodice and then the buttons on her forearms that kept her sleaves tight to her wrist.

"What are you doing," she asked, surprised by the rush to undress her.

"We're getting you ready, dear," her mother replied gently as she lifted her dress over her head.

"Being a woman is wonderful and you must be prepared," her sister laughed.

Once she had been thoroughly stripped of her clothing and stood cold and nude before her mother and sister, the two others began to remove their own clothing. When all three woman were naked and their hair was unbound, she blushed. She had not seen her sister nude in at least a few years, and her mother perhaps never. All shared the same dusty blond hair, thin stomachs and curved hips. She and her sister's busts were similar in their size and still quite firm atop their chest. Their mother's bosom was fuller, wider, and heavier. It had seen the usage of two children and thirty five years of life, but still was remarkably perky.

Realizing that her gaze was wandering, she blushed and looked to the floor.

She heard her sister start the bath behind her.

"Come darling, into the tub," her mother instructed.

Carefully she stepped into the steaming pool of gradually climbing water, and was surprised to see her mother and sister follow her into the large basin. The large tub had been an unusual expense for the family, and even with the three women in it, there was still some room.

Her mother and sister crouched into the water and she started to follow.

"No darling, remain standing," her mother corrected.

Curious, she straightened her legs and felt the hot liquid climb her ankles and calves. Her sister added some powders to the tub, and soon the smell of lavender radiated throughout the bath enclosure. It was divine.

Trying to remain calm and mature, she could only watch as her mother and sister each took small bars of soap and began to scrub her feet. They would rub the little blocks between their hands and then apply the sudsy build up to her bare body. As the water climbed and rinsed their work, they progressed higher.

Eventually, the water lapped just above her knee, and her mother tightened the faucet to shut off the flow.

It was so luxurious, so calming, she reflected as her sister and mother continued to cleanse her knees and thighs. She saw them share a glance as they moved higher.

Her mother's hands returned to her bare bottom, and she felt an odd tickle as she began to apply the soap. Her sister's hands moved to her inner thigh and the same tickle emanated from her touch. Each of the other women began to gently pet and stroke her, their hands caressing then softly scraping at her tender flesh. She shivered as she felt the sensations seeming to converge between her thighs.

"That feels funny," she informed them. Her mother's hands were now pressing between her cheeks, cleaning the hidden recess of her bottom. Her sister was pushing her digits between the softness of her thigh and the substance of her pelvic bone. Both of them were delicate, tender, and creating a significant and unique reaction in the pit of her stomach.

With a knowing smile, both of the women glanced up at her. Her mother rose from the soapy water, until her naked body was pressed tightly against her own. The touch of wet, warm skin across her whole right side somehow made that same tingling return. She began to recognize that the center of the gathering sensation was not in her stomach, but lower yet.

The soft, experienced hands of her mother began to pet her thin waist and lower abdomen. From there, they climbed, until her mother was cleansing her breasts with a soft circle motion.

"Oh," she gasped as her mother's fingers tweaked her nipples. Both her mother and sister giggled.

"Move your legs further apart, sister," her older sibling instructed.

Obediently she did, full of trust and reveling in the wonderful sensations that the bath was creating.

Her sister's fingers moved from her thigh and cupped her lightly furred mound. It was relatively smooth, unblemished but for the seam that all women had. She noticed that her mother's was surrounded by fuller pink formations that seemed to somehow extend from within her. Her own was pale, and the pink barely showed from between the outer mons. Her sister's hands were now stroking over it, all five fingers slipping between her thighs and pulling back.

The touch of her mother on her breasts and her sister there in that most mysterious of places was causing her to tremble. One of her sister's digits slipped into that soft division and gently tested her.

She moaned again, her hand moving to the back of her sister's head to steady herself. For a few more moments, her sister and mother continued their gentle rubbing and petting until she was certain she would faint. Just when she was confident she was about to explode, her mother spoke.

"She's ready."

Each of her female relatives rose from the tub and stepped onto the cool floor outside. They carefully escorted her dizzy frame from the tub and then toweled her. She was sad that the bath had ended. The feeling she was experiencing was unlike any other.

Once she was dry, her sister retrieved a nightgown she had never seen before.

"This is my gift to you," she said, "to celebrate your becoming a woman. I hope each time that you wear it, you will remember this evening."

She smiled at her sister warmly and gave her an appreciative kiss on the cheek. Her sister seemed to be as warm as she was, she noted.

The nightgown was foreign to her- it was all lace, with very little solid traces of cloth anywhere. There was a delicate flower pattern that covered the whole of the bodice of the skirt, and as it was pulled over her body she realized how little it hid. It was beautiful, and caressed her as gently and as lightly as her mother and sister's hands. When it was in place and her mother began to work on the long row of ties that lined the back of it, she smiled and clutched it tightly to her skin.

"Mother gave me one like it when I turned eighteen," her sister informed her, recognizing the cute smile that the gown evoked.

When the ties were done five minutes later, she felt little relief from the pulsing heat within her. She spun for her mother and sister, surprised by how the material floated upward, displaying the ending of her thighs and the beginnings of her more intimate areas.

"It's beautiful," she gushed, as her hands smoothed it carefully against her chest and stomach. She felt driven to run her hands all over feeling the soft material against her entire body. For a few moments she did, almost forgetting her mother and sister were in the room with her.

"Come, darling, your father is waiting," her mother broke into her reverie.

Her father? She glanced down over the gown and saw that her nipples had peaked from between the lace. She could just make out the shadowing between her thighs and across her backside when she studied those areas too.

"Father," she asked, nervously.

"Yes dear. You are an adult and will become a woman," her mother reassured. "You will come to understand."

Swallowing back her nervousness and noting the excitement in her sister's eyes, she followed her mother's guiding hand from the bathroom and the master bedroom. She was surprised that the other two women did not bother to dress. This was a strange time. Her family had always been sensitive to maintain proper discretion. Slowly, with her mother before her and her sister behind her, she descended the stairs. She was careful to avoid quick movements, not wanting to send the light material swirling around her and displaying her indecency to her father.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs her mother moved to her left and her sister to her right. They each took one of her small hands into their own and guided her into the living room. Her father was seated in his leather chair again.

As they entered, he looked up, his smile growing more widely then before.

"My beautiful women," he complimented. Her mother and sister released her hands and moved to stand beside the tall back of her father's chair. Each stood patiently waiting, seeming to be quite comfortable being nude before their husband and father and children.

She felt her face flush with blood as she suddenly felt very exposed to her father's eyes. He was unabashed as he studied her form in that near transparent gown.

"Come to me, child," he instructed, beckoning her forward with a familiar gesture that had never before seemed to hold so much significance.

"Yes father," she whispered, slowly approaching his seated form. The edges of the dress flounced easily up around her thighs with each step. She stopped a foot or two from his bare toes and for the first time noticed that he was wearing only his robe.

"Closer, dearest," he told her. His hand remain extended and she took it.

He pulled her forwards, his knees parting to allow her between them. As he did so, his robe split and she noticed an odd formation between his legs. It was covered with dark curled hair, and two heavy orbs hung from a thick rod, like apples on a tree. She swallowed nervously, uncertain of what this thing was. She had never seen her father, nor any man so exposed, and hoped that it was natural.

When he was satisfied with her proximity to him, he dropped her hand.

"You are beautiful, like your mother and sister. A beautiful woman is a treasure that needs to be appreciated," he explained. "What occurs this evening is what makes a woman a woman. It is how a man shows his appreciation to his women, and how she in turn appreciates him."

She heard soft affirmative whispers from both her mother and sister. Her father's hands moved to her hips and she felt a small nervous shock spread through her system. His fingertips found skin as they caressed the gaps between the lace pattern of her birthday gown. Her heart raced at each touch, at each little burst of heat between the press of the cool fabric against her.

His hands were slow, firm, gentle. They roamed from her hips up her waist, to her ribs and then beneath her arms. They slid forward, under her bust. She shivered again as they cupped her breasts. His thumbs flicked over her erect nipples, causing them to once more rise from between the gaps in the pattern.

For a moment she glanced up, and found his rich almond eyes staring back at her. She blushed once more and her eyes returned to study the sensual motions of his hands on her bosom. That tingling was back, with all the energy and intensity that had been abandoned in the bath.

"Ohhhh," she moaned to her own surprise. It seemed an admission of guilt.

"Let it out," her mother instructed. "Tell us how you feel."

As her father pinched her nipples softly and pulled them away from the softer flesh beneath them, she let another moan go. It was freeing, and somehow made this better, she decided.

"That feels nice," she encouraged, trying to obey her mother's direction. Her father's hands felt so large against her softer flesh. She thrust her chest forward into his palms, wishing that she could cover her whole body with them.

"Good girl," her mother added, letting her know she was doing right.

"Your breasts are quite amazing," her father told her, his eyes once again catching hold of hers. She nodded her head in agreement as he circled and pressed the pair together. "Very amazing," he added as her flesh plied itself to his demands.

Her heart was racing so fast, she worried she might die then and there. It was amazing, her father's touch, and it made her so very warm inside. She worried she would be sweating if he kept up his caresses.

But his hands were done for a period with her young orbs, and they dropped low over her stomach. As they touched on her hip bones she could not supress another satisfied gasp. Everything was so electric, so intense. His broad forefingers brushed over the meeting of her thighs to her waist. She gulped as she felt soemthing spasm within her small channel. It was a foreign feeling, unfamiliar in her lifetime. Her father's lips twitched upward in a knowing smirk as she arched her back towards him.

Something primal within her said that his hands should be between her thighs. She watched as he gathered the soft material of her new gown upwards until it exposed her sex. He took her own hands and guided them to the bunched fabric.

"Hold it there, and don't let it go," he told her.

"Yes father," she squeaked nervously as she realized that she was throwing all her modesty out with that act. 

His fingers finally did dip between her thighs. One hand cupped her mound, and she felt his middle finger flex and slip over the space between her dirty hole and her womanly one. 

"Ah," she gasped as the finger brushed across her once more. She felt the need to writhe away from his finger, like a response to being tickled. At the same time she wanted to feel nothing more than his finger there again. 

He was obliging, repeating the motion several more times, until she grew more accustomed to the sensation. Then his palm slid back towards him, and she felt the finger between her lips. It gently pushed into her small tunnel and her eyes widened at how big it felt within her. Her head drooped down and she thrust her groin forward so she could better see what he was doing to her. 

With something inside her, she could feel her muscles spasming, clenching on it. 

"What's happening," she whimpered.

"You're becoming a woman. It feels good doesn't it?"

"It's good, ohhhh," she writhed, "but so strange!" 

His finger straightened and the pressure behind it grew. Once more, her eyes grew large as she watched more of her father's digit disappear into the small hole she had never once explored. 

As he began to withdraw it, small explosions went off within her mind, and she had to steady herself on his shoulders. When his finger was free, he held it up to her face to examine.

"See how wet you are," he asked.

"Did I pee on you," she nervously asked, her naivete showing through.

"No, it simply means that you love me and want to be one of my women."

"Oh," she answered, pretending that she understood. 

"Taste it," he told her. 

She glanced at him, wondering why she would want such a thing. 

"Go ahead. Taste it. Your sister has tasted her own, and your mother's."

She glanced at her older sibling and saw her lift one of her own fingers to her mouth from between her thighs. It was wet. Seeing her sister lead, she obediently suckled her father's finger. Her tongue swirled around its rigid shape. The flavor was salty, a slight bit bitter, but not terrible.

When she was done, his finger returned to her hole and began its inward journey again. This time she parted her thighs and pressed some of her weight upon it. She wanted it within her. His finger bent and flexed at the first knuckle, stretching her more than it had before. She was now sensitive to her own wetness and could feel the cooling build up around her narrow entrance.

"Daddy," she squealed, when his finger pushed against something within her. It was painful and caused her to wince. "What's that?"

"That is the sign that you have been a good, obedient girl," he informed her. "And that you will be a good obedient woman."

"It hurts when you push like that."

"I know darling. But soon everything will be wonderful."

His words reassured her. She tested his finger again, gyrating her hips in small circles over the intruder. She found the touch of it against the surrounding walls of her innards made that little pulsing electric shock run through her body. Some instinct told her she should caress her breasts while her father fingered her. Doing just that, she cupped and squeezed and pulled, just as her father had. The excitement and odd tension with her body seemed to build now on a massive wave and she gave herself up to it. Her father's finger moved more rapidly at the entrance of her tunnel and soon her cries were uncontrollable.

Her eyes were closed but she could feel the tightness of every muscle in her body, as if it was preparing for some impending crash. She could smell and hear her sex accepting her father's finger joyfully. Just when she thought that the pleasure could get no better, her father's thumb pressed against the top of her little recess. Some nerve there sent an explosive jolt through her body.




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"FATTHHHHHHEERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!" Her young voice yelled and broke as his thumb rubbed and pressed, stroked and tapped at that same spot.

Her muscles all clenched powerfully and she curled forward, her head landing on her father's thigh and her knees sinking to the floor. Her father's soaking hand slid up her torso, now freed from her sex by the collapse. With her still trembling he stroked the side of her cheek. For a few minutes she was unable to regain her senses, completely overtaken by the force of that explosion of pleasure. She felt freed, enlightened, whole. When she did regain her breath and bearings, she had to ask the question.

"Father," she weakly asked, "am I a woman now?"

Her mother and sister softly giggled at that and she could see that each of them were still toying with their own woman holes.

"What just happened is called an orgasm and it is one of the greatest sensations that we can experience. Especially when someone we love gives it to us. But no, you are not yet a woman. Just one step closer. To be a woman, you need to first come to understand man."

With his closing statement he pulled back his robe further, and only six inches from her face she was given privilege to see her first male sex. The thick branch now protruded from just beneath her father's stomach, where her own small hole was. It looked like a fleshy mushroom, but much much bigger.

"Go ahead, touch it," her father encouraged.

She glanced up at him and seeing the glow in his eyes, she did as he asked. Timidly, her small fingertips brushed over its tip and when she lifted them away, they had a light coating of fluid.

"Just like you get wet when you are aroused, so do I," he informed her.

Thinking back to her own wetness she brought her hand to face and lightly licked the glaze from her fingers. It was saltier than her own output, but was not bitter at all. Her hand returned to it, lightly petting the crown and thick purple head again. This time it twitched against her hand. She looked quickly to her father, but his smile and gaze were still warm. She was doing well. Cautiously, she wrapped her hand around its girth and found that her fingers could not quite touch the tip of her thumb. It was quite big! She brought her other hand up to meet the first, and she settled one in a grip over the other. Her father's hips pressed forward into the tunnel formed by her hands.

"That's wonderful sweetie! Your hands feel great on my cock."

Hearing the excitement in his voice and feeling so important, she squeezed him again. Another droplet of his juice formed at the tip when she did that. Her fingers swept over it and brought it to her little red tongue where she cleaned them. It was not a bad taste. Definitely something she could enjoy. That seemed to please her father.

"Pull it towards you, slowly."

She did as instructed and another droplet began to form at the small slit at the top of it. What was the word he had used, a 'cock'?

"Very good baby. Why don't you try licking it?"

Curious, she leaned forward, her eyes going to his. Her tongue darted out across the helmet of the large cock and swept his fluid into her mouth. The taste seemed to grow on her with each flavorful bit.

"Lick it like its a lollipop or an ice cream cone," her sister chirped in. "He really likes that!"

She grinned at her sister's helpful suggestion and bent towards it again. Holding it steady with both hands, her small oral muscle began to sweep across the sides and top. She snaked it around the edges then back to the fluid forming at the slit. Her father was groaning and she felt his hands tangling in her hair. His hips were thrusting forwards gently, and she sensed that he wanted her to take it in her mouth.

Pulling back for a moment, she examine its size and opened her mouth as wide as she could go. Then leaning forward once more, she let the big thing past her lips. It grazed over them, and with another thrust from her father, it filled her mouth. She nearly gagged as he stretched her jaw even more than she had been able to.

"Good girl, just stay like that," he told her.

His hips began to thrust against her mouth and hands and his pace was soon fast. Between his thrusts she caught her breath before the huge cock was pushed back in. Her saliva built up at the edges of her lips and across his surface. She just stared up at him, and his firm, loving eyes. His mouth was open slightly and he seemed to be enchanted by what she was doing for him. She loved him, and he seemed so thrilled with her, that despite the ache in her jaw, she continued to oblige without complaint.

"Oh baby, I'm going to cum. Get ready," he warned.

But she had no idea what that meant, and so kept right on bobbing her head on his massive thing. When the first solid stream of his fluid shot down her throat, she really did gag, and her lips and jaw nearly closed on him. But understanding quickly that this was what he meant when he said cumming, she tried to slurp him down like a big straw. 

Forming a channel with the back of her tongue, she began to inhale sharply, swallowing the large amount of fluid that was pouring from his body. He was trembling, and his eyes were shut she noticed. The familiar salty taste filled her mouth again. She tried to swallow it all, but the intruder just filled too much space and the streams came to fast. Like her saliva, she felt it building in the pockets of her cheeks and spilling down the corners of her lips. But her father was not done and kept right on cumming. She felt some of the hot globs fall to her gown and bust and she worried momentarily about its cleaning. Since neither her mother nor sister said anything, she assumed it would be alright.

As she kept slurping, her father's cock started to soften and retract in her mouth. She tried sucking it harder, but it kept on. Finally, she released it from her mouth, and let it slip over her chin and hang between his thighs.

"Such a beautiful woman. So very wonderful!"

She loved his praise and wanted to hear more, but her sister had moved to her and had interjected between he and she. Her sister's hand pushed on her chest, encouraging her to move back from between her father's thighs and into a reclining position. Still feeling somewhat the newcomer, she obeyed. Her sister's firm touch had her laying on the floor, the thin nightgown draping erotically over her curves.

When her sister's lips moved to meet her own, she was uncertain. The soft, warm kiss changed her mind. And when her sister's tongue began to trace her mouth, her chin, and the nape of her neck, she was converted. She realized that her sister was licking up the remnants of her father's ejaculate. She was cleaning her! But if felt so amazing, so loving. She trembled and found that the heat within her was stoked back to life with each touch of lips and tongue. 

Her sister's hands were soon on her breasts, squeezing them and caressing them as her father had. She realized that her breasts were quite sensitive and that every little movement was an experience to revel in. As she looked over her sister's form, kneeling above her, she could not help but feel thrilled. Her sister's bottom was thrust high in the air towards their father, and he was appreciatively staring back at his two offspring. Her mother had taken her place between his thighs and appeared to be quite committed to licking and sucking at his cock.

Her sister's head suddenly shifted further down, away from the neckline of the lacy gown. It dropped to her nipples and her eyes went wide as she was suckled for the first time. Her sister's lips trapped her hard nubs between them and her mouth sucked inward. She watched as her older sibling's cheeks collapsed with the sucking. Then when she felt like it was certain her teats would be sucked clean off, she felt the firm touch of her sister's tongue. She felt her small channel spasm and twitch with the contact. And to add to the deliciousness of her sister's love, a hand soon crept between her thighs.

The lacy material was pushed higher and she felt the brush of her sister's hands against her hole. Then two of her sibling's fingers pushed into her channel. As her father had done, her sister began to gently thrust the digits into her vagina, stretching her as fully as possible. Her thumb also was used to stroke that strange area where her previous orgasm had originated. Quickly, she felt her temperature rising. 

Certain that she was nearing another exciting release, she began to raise and lower her hips from the floor to allow better penetration. It was instinctual, natural, right seeming. But her father and mother had broken apart and he had risen to stand behind his eldest daughter. She watched as he playfully spanked her on the bottom, causing her to squeal onto her sister's breast. 

"There will be time for that later. Now we make her a woman."

She saw her mother and sister and father all eagerly glance from one to the other. This was the moment, she knew. There was no more steps after this. She really would be a woman, her father's woman when this was played out. Her sister rose, slowly, allowing her father to kneel between her parted thighs. He had shed his robe and his large cock now pointed eight inches from his groin. It was menacing, staring down her young unblemished body at such a foreign object. 

For a moment, she felt fear break through her heated desire. She did not know what happened from here, but the fear almost overcame her. Luckily, her mother's naked form slid in behind her, and her head was propped up in her lap. Her mother gently ran her hands through her hair, telling her how beautiful she was, how desirable she was. 

Her father leaned forward, his weight on his arms on either side of her. She saw the large rod angling towards her small passage and knew suddenly how this worked. It was much bigger than the fingers that had been in her, and she remembered the pulling sensation when her father had pushed them deep in her. His hips bent low and she felt the soft spongy tip brush over her lips and she spasmed. Despite her fear, her body was desperate for more contact.

Her sister's small feminine hand reached between them, guiding his cock downward towards her entrance. Suddenly, she felt the wedge shaped top firmly between her lips and her back arched off the floor. It felt huge!

"Be gentle, father," she begged.

His strong hips pushed further into her, and she was not sure if she would split in two, or if she would explode into another orgasm. The feeling of being so full, so stretched, was both painful and pleasing. He pushed harder, and she felt him reach that barrier within her tunnel. He looked deep into her eyes as his pressure increased.

"This will hurt darling." And then he thrust into her forcefully with no further warning.

"AIEEEEEE," she shrieked as his impossibly large cock suddenly filled her entirely. For a few moments she simply writhed and gasped as the big pipe stretched her. Her father was still above, and her mother urgently tried to comfort her.

"Please take it out! It hurts so badly!"

Everyone was still, except for gentle soothing motions of her family's hands on her body. She felt like someone had hit her funny bone, but between her thighs. It was throbbing to the pulse of her racing heart, and her father's cock seemed unforgiving. No matter how much she tried to squirm away, her father kept himself pressed firmly against her.

"Calm down, baby," he soothed. "Just be still. Let yourself acclimate."

Gradually, she found that the pain did indeed fade. Over five minutes, she became accustomed to having something so completely within her. When she felt like she was reasonably in control of her body and her pain, she told her father so.

"Alright, I'll move slowly, it should start to feel good." Turning to his other daughter, he asked, "Why don't you add some lubrication to our joining. That might help your sister."

She watched as her father leaned back on his heels, permitting her sister to hover over the joining of their bodies. Filled with curiosity, she watched as her sister's mouth dropped to her sex. The soft touch of a tongue against her vaginal lips helped to clear away the fog of pain that had entered her mind. As the repetitive licks continued, she found pleasure building once more, overlaying the agony she had so recently experienced. Her sister was using copious amounts of spittle on her sex and her father's cock. Every once in a while she would hear the tell tale sound of her spitting on it.

"Its starting to feel nice," she told her father, as her sister continued to touch her at the apex of her hole.

Nice might have been an understatement. The growing excitement in her sex came with an intensity she had never experienced before. She didn't know if he was growing within her, or if she was tightening around him, but there seemed to be more tension within her as her sister's little mouth danced expertly.

There was a fulfilling aspect to this act, she thought. She was giving her body to him, and he in turn was giving to her. There was something basely generous about this, she decided. Perhaps that it what is different about being an adult, she surmised. Her train of thought would be interrupted as she felt her father begin to withdraw from her.

"Is it done," she naively asked.

"Not nearly," her father answered, "but this is where it gets good."

She smiled at that. It had already been so wonderful. Her sister finally surrendered her perch over her sex and settled beside her, one hand staying on her lower belly. Her fingers clenched towards her hand, carefully stroking her.

Looking down her own length, she saw that her father had nearly abandoned her hole. She recognized that as he had pulled from her, her lips had blossomed outwards like some flower. His cock had been the last touch needed for that blooming to occur. She could see his long shaft was glistening with her inner liquid, although it was tinged crimson. It came to her, that he had made her bleed. Rather than perturbing her, she found this proper. Blood was an important aspect of all rituals and spiritual acts, and this bordered on the divine. She grinned back at him, her channel feeling quite empty and unsatisfied without him. Her muscles were spasming, clenching, attempting to keep him from fully leaving her.

"Please, put it back in, father."

"I will honey."

Her father leaned over her prone form again, and she watched him as he studied her nakedness. For a moment, his head dipped low and captured one of her nipples from beneath the lace. She felt electrified once more. She just needed someone to flip the switch and she would explode into light. The soft suckle on her tit was calming and distracting enough that she missed him pushing fully back into her. When she did, she rolled her hips on his cock, testing his size within her. Every which way that she moved, his cock was already there, pressing against her quivering wet heat.

"I'm going to fuck you, baby," her father warned.

She looked back up at her mother, uncertain of this word.

"He's taking you and making you cry out for him. Fucking is the word we use when a man and a woman take one another as their own in a sexual way," her mother described to her. She nodded her head in understanding. Her father had started to withdraw slowly again from within her.

"I want you to fuck me daddy," she whispered, hoping her usage of the new word was proper. "Please fuck me."

Her father's eyes seemed to glow as her words buzzed through his mind, and she saw his whole body tense. His cock ramrodded deep into her channel and she felt an explosion as the long hardness found her furthest depths. With a pace that their stallions would envy, her father's hips worked. All she could do was close her eyes and scream in rapture as he filled her again and again and again. The noises that emanated from her channel as he plunged into her were obscene, but honest. She was so wet, so tight over his length. She found that if she rocked her hips against him she could accommodate just a little more, and his pelvic bone would grind against the small hardness atop her womanhood.

"Fuck me, please fuck me," she yelled again and again.

She felt his rhythm match her heartbeat, as if the absence of his cock was the stopping of her heart, and she needed him. She did not know how she would live without her father's meat inside her. Her whole tunnel seemed to be alight, burning with each rapid fire into her. She was out of control, obsessed with only having her father's cock back within her. He had to place his hands on her hips to keep her from rising off the floor with him when he retreated. She finally acquiesed and allowed her legs to bounce with each violent downstroke. Her pert breasts jumped with each connection of his sex to hers. Her whole body seemed to shudder with pleasure and the force of him taking her. Her legs instinctively curled beneath his clenched buttocks, pulling her and bracing her against him.

God must have intended this, she quietly confirmed, as her voice loudly called for more of her father. How could something so good be wrong?

"Thank you daddy, ahh, for making, ahh, me, ahh, your woman," she gasped.

Her inner temperature seemed to be at its boiling point and her stomach was filled with an energy that was unmatched in her young life. She knew what was coming, but did not understand its power. That tension was now everywhere, filling mind, body, and soul with its promise. Her fingernails dug at the floor beneath her, her voice flattening into a long wail. Every muscles was prepared- tight, bound up, ready to leap. Her sex was burning, searing her consciousness. It felt like a flood of flames descended with each of his penetrations. She needed release, or she would not breathe.

Finally, with all the pomp of the rapture, she came. Everyone knew it. She felt like she was levitating, rising from the floor to be carried away by angels. Her fluids poured out of her, running down her buttocks and into the floor below. Her thighs and arms suddenly launched forward, wrapping fully around her father as she rose to him. Tightly clinging against his body, she cried out her victory. Her sex grabbed her father's cock and held it in a death grip. Her muscles clenched and relaxed in a rolling alternation that would overwhelm him.

Just when she was certain that the best was behind her, and she was floating in the afterglow of her orgasm, she felt the pulse of his cock within her. Like shotgun being loaded she felt a spasm against her sex, and then an eruption into her channel. Again and again that same pump and fire sensation hypnotized her and she was finally silent. Whatever it was, it was somehow hotter than her own body and as she rocked atop her father's cock, she realized that he had cum within her for the second time.

"Now you are a woman," he gently whispered in her ear. "Now you are my woman."

Her sister and mother suddenly surrounded them, their naked bodies joining the intermingling of flesh that was only interrupted by the purity of her white lace gown. She was the newest angel, the newest soul to be accepted into heaven's gates she thought, feeling the press of those she loved all around her.

"Touch me," she prayed of them. "Touch me."

And they would.



Touch Me...



Touch Me: An Immortal Lust Tale

"Touch Me," she whispered as her head turned.

"I want to feel your hands on my body." 

Across the room standing before a roaring fire the object of her desire stood. 

Long blood red hair cascaded down her back in wild curls, she was a small woman perhaps 5'1 if that. 

"And If I refuse" she hissed softly as she lifted a glass of ruby liquid to her lips. 

"I shall die if you do not touch, please" 

The woman turned about, and the candles that danced in the room illuminated her face eyes as blue as the sea twinkled merrily, as she gazed at the woman chained on her bed. 

"It is my touch you desire?" She laughed as she worked her fingers through the knot that held her nearly sheer robe shut, letting it float to the ground revealing her perfect body and her high, rounded breasts. 

The other woman moaned a bit as her eyes swept over her.

"Please oh Please, touch me." 

"First" she whispered softly as she crossed the room and came to sit on the bed beside her. "First tell me your name" 

"Sashari" she replied softly "My name is Sashari" 

"Such a beautiful name" she replied as she ran her nails up the supple skin at her inner thigh, Sashari moaned and her back arched at her touch. 

"Such a beautiful face" lightly she let those very same fingers trace through the wetness at the center of her body. Sashari moaned again and she pushed to her fingers. 

"And you" she whispered through her pleasure. "What is your name"? 

She thought for a moment, turning her head as her finger took to circling the tiny nub that protruded from within. "My name is Natalia," she whispers as she pulled her hand away licking the taste of her from her fingers. 

"More" Sashari cried "More please I must have more" 

"Ah but see my dear, All things happen in time" and she lower her head trailing her tongue along the woman inner thigh just as her nails had before, quickly gliding towards the glistening slit at the center of her body. "Just a taste" she looked up her eyes glittering as her tongue slipped every so slightly flicking playfully at her before she pulled back and licked her lips. 

"Then let me touch you" she rattled her chains as she reached towards her. "Let me show you pleasure" she cried. 

"Is that what you want Sashari" she smiled as she slid up her body her tongue wrapping around an erected nipple. "Do you want me to moan for you?" she sucked the nipple between her lips, and carefully with a single fang she nipped it lightly suckling the blood that flowed from it, as her fingers returned to exploring Sashari's womanhood. 

"Oh Goddess" Sashari cried as her body arched again. She was an attractive woman, darker skinned, light eyed with long locks of raven hair pouring over her body. 

Natalia moaned softly, and once her head turned to nip at the other nipple catching it in her mouth as the blood started to flow. Her fingers speed up and slowed down, sometimes they even came to a complete stop hovering there just above her clit wiggling just enough to send vibrations into her already quivering body, then descending quickly causing the woman to scream out in pleasure. 

Then she stopped again pulling both hands and mouth from the woman's body. Sitting up on the bed the firelight striking her body, she purred. Sashari on the other hand fought with her chains as she tried to reach out and touch Natalia. 

"I want you," she whispered as she writhed on the bed. "I want to taste you on my lips" 

"Oh you do" Natalia said coyly "And why should I give you the privilege to know such a delicacy" 

"I want to please you Mistress," the woman continued on Natalia shivered at being called Mistress. 

"Please let me show you the pleasure I can give" 

"And what if I refuse" Natalia said once more and she drew her hand down over the flat of her stomach. "What if I make you lay there and make you watch me please myself" her fingers were inches from her pussy, and already she could feel the wetness forming between her thighs. Not only was she teasing the girl, she was teasing herself for she too had a need to be touched. 

Sashari whimpered and tried to reach for her again. "Please Mistress, please let me" 

She loved to make them beg, she loved to watch them as they whimpered. It made it all the more sweet for her. 

Such evil showed in her eyes as she let her fingers part her swollen lips, her head falling back her hair cascading to the bed, her other hand sliding across her breast to pinch a nipple. 

Sashari groaned and struggled to sit up again, as Natalia's fingers moved wildly within her. Her moans were deafening her back arched; little did Sashari know this performance was just for her. 

"Do you want to taste me" she stopped and reached out her fingers running them along Sashari's lips smiling as the woman's tongue darted out to lick them clean. "There now you know what divinity tastes like." She chuckled softly as she turned around and positioned herself above Sashari's mouth. 

The woman beneath her wasted not even a moment her tongue extending to lap gently within the folds of her dripping pussy. Natalia's fingers wound into the woman's hair pushing her forward her hips swaying with each flick of Sashari's tongue. 

Some would say that immortal's had no need for pleasure that once they were turned they lost all desire to be intimate with anyone. Perhaps she was a rare creature in her need to be close to them; perhaps it was simply the empowerment that lust left lingering in their blood like a drug.

Her back arched and beneath her Sashari rattled her chains the woman struggled trying to get closer trying to bury herself inside of Natalia's fiery pussy, her lips encircling Natalia's clit and suckling it like a baby nursing from it's Mother's breast. 

The air was consumed with the scent of her the sweet muskiness that flowed down her thighs at Sashari's continued explorations. She leaned slightly, her back arching then in a swift movement she swung around burying her own tongue in Sashari's glistening slit. 

This went on for hours, a positive tangle of limbs. Their moans were like music in the dismalness of the tower; even the servants had stopped to listen at the door. 

"Fuck me" Sashari whispered as she drew back for a breath "I want to feel you inside of me." 

This brought a chuckle from Natalia as she slid a single finger into the sweet velvet depths of Sashari's pussy. 

Slowly she began to move it, Sashari's cries became sweeter, and more innocent her body bucked pushing to the probing finger as she begged for more.

"Please Mistress, Fuck me." She whined as she squirmed beneath her, her tongue darting out to lick away more of the juices seeping from within Natalia's slit. 

Another finger came to join the first, and together they pushed deeply into Sashari's depths Natalia moaned as her fingers became engulfed by contracting muscles. 

"More" Sashari cried "More!!" 

It was all Natalia could take as a third and final finger slipped into the woman she was on fire with hunger as her eyes faded from blue to crimson, her fangs elongated and a wild hiss poured from within her tiny form. 

Sashari was trashing who was trashing about on the bed suddenly sat up as if she had been commanded to, and she buried her face once more into Natalia's pussy her tongue searching every inch of her, wildly failing driving the Vampiress towards the brink of insanity and just as the two women clenched in the throes of ecstasy, Sashari screamed out 

"Oh Mistress I'm going to cum." Natalia threw back her hair and riding out the pleasure that consumed she turned her head and sank her fangs deep into the woman's thigh.

Sashari cried out at the sudden exquisite pain her body stiffening as the Vampiress fed hungrily from her the sweetest of her blood mixed with the juices that still lingered on her tongue caused her to moan, her fingers still working wildly within the woman. 

Then it was over, her toy had been exhausted the sweet Siren's of death having claimed her and carried her away. 

Reluctantly Natalia slid from her looking back at the dead woman with a soft sigh it always was this way for her, mortals were so very fragile. 

Pulling on the robe she had thrown to the floor and tying it loosely about her waist, she stood before the fire, her fingers slipping to her still throbbing pussy playing lightly with her engorged clit. 

It was one hunger she could never satiate, and that was the hunger of lust.



Touch Me



Wayne rolled over propped himself up on one arm and watched Kandie sleeping. He loved her round button nose, her long brown eyelashes that hid her seductive green eyes. He slowly ran his fingers through the long brown hair that nestled her sexy face. He stared at her said to himself, "She is so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?" 

His mind wandered back to the day they first met. She had stopped at the truck plaza due to a snowstorm and ended up spending the night. She was relaxing; drinking a cup of coffee in the diner when she saw Wayne entered the room. She like the way his eye met hers when they talked earlier he was so handsome. He had started to sit at the table behind her when she invited him to join and told him her name was Kandie. 

He welcomed the chance to sit and talk with someone at 1 am because the place was quiet and boring, then said, "Hi, my name is Wayne." He told her he decided to spend the night too as the storm was too bad for him to drive home in. They spent most of the night talking like long lost friends until morning. They had breakfast together, and then she thanked him and left.

As days went by, he forgot all about her until someone told him he had some mail in the office. "Now who could that be--no one ever sends him mail here?" When he walked into the office, the secretary giggled and said, "Must be from your secret admirer it smells like Chantilly Lace."

He tore open the letter and found a sweet thank you card from the woman he met named Kandie. When he read the inside and seen she had given him her phone number, he smiled. It was then he remembered her silky long brown hair and smiling green eye hidden behind long seductive lashes. 

Kandie opened her eyes and looked at him. She ran her fingers over his cheek and brought him back from his memory. He leaned over kissed her and uttered, "Good morning darling." Then he held her close and could not resist running his fingers through her silky tresses.

Kandie snuggled up closer to Wayne, kissed his neck and whispered, "Morning honey, I love you." She placed her lips firmly on his and felt his kiss ignite the passion in her, as if it did the first time they kissed.

Wayne held her close like there was no tomorrow. She parted her lips and his tongue danced with hers. He ran his fingers delicately down the small of her back and felt her quiver. Their kiss was like a lightning bolt that surged to the center of his soul." 

She stroked the hairs of his chest with her finger and laid her head over his heart. Then closed her eyes and listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart in unison with hers. She wanted this day never to stop, but remain suspended in time. 

Wayne lifted her face upward and looked tenderly into her soft eyes. As their eyes met, the glittering tears reflected her love for him. He cradled her in his arms and whispered, "I love you so much Kandie. " Kandie felt him delicately kiss the tears of joy from her eyes and uttered, "Wayne, make love to me. I want to feel you fingers touch every inch of my body as you tenderly excite me. Love me; awaken the flame of love in me as I yield to you. Let the fire engulf us as our souls join and become one.

Wayne kissed her face then touched her skin softly descending with gentle kisses. He felt her fingers stroke his shoulders and trembled with desire. He ran his tongue around her sensitive nipple them sucked it into his mouth. Her felt her nipple harden under his touch, then took in his teeth and bit it gently--giving them each equal attention.

Kandie arched her back and moaned, "Baby, I love a titty man. Oh darling bite it harder--yessss--just like that. She felt the tingle clear to the center of her pussy the sensation made her clit swell and throb.

Wayne blew across the hairs of her pussy and felt her shudder. He inhaled the stimulating aroma deeply and it made his cock throb more. He opened her labia like the petals of a rose then licked the length of it with his tongue and said, "Oh love, you're so wet and inviting--I could eat you for hours."

She took his head and pushed it deeper into her pussy saying, "I want to feel your tongue flicking at my clit then your tongue teasing the rim of my hole--you know that drives me crazy. Ohhh--yes--keep it up--do not stop! Wayne, make me cum!"

He let his tongue work its magic on her wanting pussy holding on to her hips as she bucked wildly. He hungrily licked at her juices until his face was completely wet. He looked up long enough to say, "Cum for me Kandie--let me taste your sweet nectar!"


Kandie started shaking violently from the top of her head to her toes and clamped his head between her leg like a vice and screamed, "Aaaaaaah--oooooh--fuck--I am cuming." 

Wayne almost lost his breath she had such a hold on his head, but managed to relish every drop with enthusiasm. When she relaxed her grip, he rose up, kissed her nipple, and uttered, "Oh Kandie, you taste so fucking good! I want to shove my cock deep inside your vagina and feel its walls milk me hard. I want to make love to you with my whole being." He then shoved his cock all the way into her with one hard thrust.

Kandie wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed her hips against his cock until it filled every part of her womanhood. They made harmonious music as his rhythmic motion blended with hers. She looked into his hazel eyes and in breathless anticipation uttered, "Cum for me darling."

Wayne kissed her and pushed his cock hard into her a few more time. His body went rigid and he exclaimed, "Oh, fuck baby--ahhhhh--here it comes!" He then collapsed exhausted in her arms.

Kandie wrapped her arms around Wayne and uttered, "I love the way you tenderly make passionate love to me when I whisper--Touch Me."



Touch Me Again



I jumped as I accidentally stubbed my toe passing the refrigerator in the pitch dark, and fumbled for the small light above the stove. As I shuffled toward the kettle, Tom came in behind me, rubbing his sleepy eyes and blinking in the new light.

"Hey, what are you doing awake?" he whispered, brushing his hand against my arm as he reached past me for the tea tin.

"Just couldn't sleep – thought some tea might help the situation."

He chuckled. "Tea whore strikes in the night."

"Hey, you went for the tin first, not me," I laughed quietly.

I filled and started the kettle, and then leaned wearily against the kitchen counter. Tom came up beside me and we leaned into each other, his hand on my back; two people barely awake. 

"It was a good day," he said, gently rubbing my back. "It was good to see everyone again."

"It was good to laugh together again," I commented. "I missed being around everyone, sharing the same stories."

He pulled my head against his shoulder and put his arm around my waist, holding my hand. "I missed being around you. Sharing your stories."

I hummed a quiet consent, snuggling my head more comfortably below his chin. I could feel the pulse in his neck, his warm skin, the sleepy glow. He pulled his head back to look into my face, and his eyes weren't sleepy anymore but very alert, searching.

"I miss you a lot," he barely whispered. "I miss your face." He put his other hand against my cheek, traced down my chin and rested it against my neck, thumb stroking my jaw. 

I was very conscious of my breathing, trying to keep it steady. I breathed in sharply when his thumb started tracing my lips, slowly, and he turned me more to face him. His other hand was so gently stroking my side, and I could feel every touch as though my skin was alight. When his fingers moving up and down barely grazed the side of my breast, I trembled. He took his hand from my face and used both to hold my hips, still looking into my face. 

"I miss you," he said again, and his hands were slowly sliding up my sides, nothing but my thin jersey shirt separating him from my bare flesh. 

"I miss you too," I whispered, a slight tremor in my voice. I placed one palm against his bare chest, toying with the downy hair that curled up. "I miss you so much, sometimes I can't handle it."

His hands were right below my arms, and as I looked up into his face again, gathering my courage, he slid one thumb over and brushed it across my breast, my nipple hardening instantly. I breathed in sharply again, and at the same time he leaned in, using his other hand to pull my jaw down, and slid his tongue into my mouth.

I was on fire. His tongue was warm and wet, and I could feel every touch as it slid against mine, caressing the inside of my mouth as his hand continued to caress my breast. My hands were on his back, pulling him in further, running up and down his perfect flesh, feeling every muscle and every knot. I felt the feather-light touch of his fingertips across my stomach, playing with the bare skin there before one hand slipped up beneath my shirt; I jumped when I felt the skin of his palm cup my bare breast. As the kiss deepened his thumb and forefinger began to very gently roll my nipple and sensation seared through me. 

I had held this in for so long, and now nothing I could do could stop it from breaking out of me. I ran my hands up his strong back and then slid them back down to his hips, pulling him toward me. His pelvis pressed against mine and I rocked my hips forward involuntarily. I could feel him pressing against me through our pyjamas, and had to stop myself from wrapping my legs around him in abandon. He dragged his mouth away from mine and trailed kisses along my jaw, sliding his tongue into the whorls of my ear briefly and sending blades of fire and ice through me. He kissed down my neck before pulling my shirt up over my breasts and finally taking a nipple in his hot, wet mouth.

My mind swam. I melted into his mouth, gasping, and pulled the nightshirt over my head before moving my hands to his waist again. I frantically grabbed at the waistband of his shorts, but he pulled my hands away and kissed me again, slower this time. As our tongues tangled, sliding in an out of each other's mouths, he carefully hooked his fingers inside the waist of my panties and tugged, pulling both my pyjama bottoms and panties down together. His fingers left a trail of fire on my skin, and I swooned. He broke the kiss to lean down and slide the garments to my ankles, and I stepped out of them.

Time slowed. Tom looked up at me, breathing hard. I could feel his breath on my knee, and suddenly realized I was completely naked. Instead of being embarrassed, I was alight. My skin tingled in anticipation, and I was aroused. Tom straightened slowly, leaned in for another, deeper kiss, and then slid his hands under my bottom and lifted me effortlessly onto the edge of the countertop.

He fluttered kisses along my throat, collarbone and breasts, stopping to attend to my nipples briefly again, and when he continued downward my vision blurred. I could feel his hot breath and tongue on my stomach, on my navel, on my underbelly, on my pelvic bone, and then on my inner thigh. He licked and kissed his way along both thighs, and I could do nothing but gasp each time I felt his breath on my lips. Very carefully he parted them, and when his tongue finally slid across my clitoris I moaned loudly in pleasure. He slid his tongue down again, dipped it inside me, and then licked slowly and languidly upward, enveloping my clitoris and sending me gasping and crying out. I ran my fingers through his thick hair, and tried desperately not to pull his face into me. Tom slid two fingers slowly, teasingly, down my slit before sliding them deep inside of me, circling my clitoris with his tongue. He did not increase speed, but steadily continued his attentions, and his wet tongue combined with my juices had me moaning and begging for more. 

I grabbed hold of my senses just in time, and pulled him up to face me again. I could have stared into his dusty blue eyes forever. I kissed him gently, slowly, taking pleasure in every touch and taste, and then hopped down off the counter top. I kissed his neck, kissed his chest and walked around him to kiss one shoulder blade. I rested my face against the back of his neck and breathed him in deeply, running my hands around his waist and over his chest as I pressed my naked body against the back of him. A small, low sound escaped his throat as he leaned back into me, and I could feel his trust. I tugged his pyjama bottoms and underwear down together and slipped them off his feet. I placed a feather-light kiss on one buttock as I straightened back up again, and felt him jump in surprise. I turned him to face me, and smiled.

"Do you know how long I have wanted you?" I whispered, flicking my tongue along his jaw and pressing into him closely. He breathed deeply and intentionally, but I could still feel his strong heartbeat jumping nearly out of his chest. When I wrapped one hand around him and began to slowly move it up and down, he groaned helplessly and leaned his head on my shoulder, holding my hips with his hands.

"Thomas, I love you. I have loved you for years. I think you knew." I kissed his neck and his jaw again, and then slid my tongue back into his mouth where it played with his. He cradled my head in his hands and I could feel the heat of him all around me. He broke the kiss to lean forward and whisper in my ear.

"I have loved you since the day I met you," he breathed. "In my dreams I kiss you deeply and slide inside you over and over again." 

With that his tongue was back in my mouth, his hands lifted me again onto the counter top. He parted my knees as we kissed and ran a finger once again along my wet slit before pushing forward. I felt the head of his cock against my lips, teasing, and cried out. He pushed forward and slowly entered me, and I could feel myself stretching around his thickness. He pushed steadily and deeply until our bodies pressed together and he was completely inside of me. And then he began to move. I groaned, a low hungry sound, and he slid nearly out of me before pushing swiftly back in again. I could hear the slick sound of my wetness as he continued to thrust in and out, finding a rhythm. His mouth was on my neck, on my ear, on my shoulder and mine cried out again and again. 

My imagination had not done this moment justice. I had always known that we would touch each other with grace and with gentleness, but I could not have predicted the desperation and eager animal desire. As our bodies encouraged each other I could feel the round, slippery head of his cock thrust deeper and deeper inside of me, until I was sure it could go no further. The sensation was so powerful that I cried out every time our bodies slapped together. This only encouraged him to thrust harder and faster, and I could feel my body react and the tension begin to rise inside of me. My hands were on his buttocks, gripping him tightly and pulling him further in. Tom's hands were on my breasts and my neck, gently exploring each surface. His face was nuzzled into behind my ear, and the involuntary sound of his moans was driving me on. 

When it felt as though he grew larger inside of me I knew he was close; I was barely holding on. With every thrust he slid slightly against my clitoris and hit the deepest part of me. I was going to cum before long whether he finished or not. When he realized he was close he began to pull out.

"NO, please, oh no please cum inside of me," I gasped, pulling him back inside with my legs wrapped around his hips.

"Oh Jacqui, I can't stop it – I can't – OHhh," he gasped, moaning loudly, head on my shoulder.

Our shared orgasm exploded from within our cores. He slammed himself deep inside me once, twice, three times, jets of his hot sperm shooting deeply and drawing out my own orgasm. I was clenching around him involuntarily, crying out, rubbing my clit against him wildly. I felt sensation pour through my entire body, and drew him in close to share the moment. We gasped in each other's arms as the sensation ebbed; I kissed his neck, running my hands up his back and pressing my chest against his. He wound one hand into my hair and slipped his tongue back into my mouth for the slowest, deepest kiss of all. His tongue slid against mine again and again as he caressed my breasts, my stomach, my back. It was as though we wanted to hold each other in that moment for ever, as though we could actually stop time and slip into our own oblivion. 

Finally my head cleared, and I got down off of the counter. I wrapped my arms around him and nestled my face into his neck. I kissed his jaw.

"Touch me again," I whispered.

Tom chucked. His strong hands came around me and held me close.

"I'm never letting you go," he said.



Touch Me Again



As if in a dream the moment lingers and I cannot escape the image of you. So real your touch that it lingers on me and I feel you even though I am alone. Your presence resonates and your lingering touch remains firmly imprinted on my skin. For the intensity of the moment remains in my memory as my breathing quickens and my pulse begins to race at the thought. I lay here remembering every sensation, every touch and every pleasurable second spent as you caressed my skin and touched me places I cannot control how I want you. 

As I lay here the excitement builds and escalates to a point that I all I can think of is you. How I need you. How I desire you. Through your absence I can still feel your touch as your fingers traced my skin. As your touch wandered over arms and down my breasts. It is there you linger and mould the skin into your hands then tease and play as my nipples grow hard and firm in response. I cannot hide how I respond as you know that I want more. 

Your hands move down and over the flat surface of my tummy to where I cannot hide my desire. You gently caress my skin and trace my thighs first the one and then the other. The teasing drove my senses wild with wanting and pleasure. I wanted so much more. 

I can remember this so well as if you were still there. It is as if you never left me at all. 

I lie here awake but my eyes are closed as I remember how you moved your hands and touched me where I wanted it most. I remember how I spread my legs to let you touch me everywhere. Your hands move down and you instantly feel the intensity of my desire. My labia is swollen and wet as your fingers caress the soft, warm skin of my private area. You fondle the area and tease me a little more just to take in the wetness of my skin. I cannot hide my desire and craved you as you touched in that private place. The tenderness of your touch drove my senses to the brink of a pleasure so intense my head begins to spin. 

Yet I lay here and remember your fingers as if they are still touching me now. 

Your fingers linger until I cannot stand it and want more. Without a word spoken, you thrust your fingers inside me. One then two or more, I cannot tell. I gasped at that moment and still remember it as if you are here now with me. 

Then you did something I did not expect, you lean over to kiss my lips as your fingers probed inside me. I cannot hide how I want you from how swollen and wet I became. Your touch brings such pleasure that I tense up and quickly organism as you touch my G spot. My head feels like it is swirling as my muscles contract form the moment. I feel like I have surrendered all control to your touch and feel overcome by passion and desire. I muttered softly in a husky voice that I want you. Now. But you continue and I quiver from the sensitivity of your touch. As if you like to tease me just a little more. Then it is you that decide when you want to join me on this plain of desire. As you enter me with your hard penis, I feel every second and the pleasure makes my head swirl all over again. You stiffen and then organism as I feel your heart beating fast against my skin. Then we relax and the moment is gone. Yet I lay here as if you were with me right now. But you're not. 

I cannot lie for I am still wet just thinking of the time spent with you. I trace my own skin and reach down to touch me where you did a short time ago. I can feel it as if it was you touching me right now even though I am alone. I work my way down to touch my labia and yes indeed I am swollen and wet. I want you again to touch me there but all I have is me. So I pretend and think it is you as I touch my clitoris to remember how you touched me there. But I want more. I reach for my vibrator I keep in my coffee table and turn it on. I then start rubbing it against my soft skin as if it was you touching me all over again in my private area. 

It then easily enters my vagina and the feeling of the vibrating motion takes my breath away. But it isn't you doing this to me and I try to remember the difference. As I use it the pleasure escalates and I organism on my own. Not as intense as if you did it to me but none the less the release I needed at that moment. I relax and remember how you touched me and I still feel your presence in the room. I wonder if I told you what I just did, how it would make you feel? That I took matters into my own hands since I cannot help how I desire you? As your touch resonated on my skin and I wanted you to touch me again?



Touch Me, Baby



Copyright Aurora Black, December 2005

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author's Note: This is a mini-sequel to my other Winter Holiday contest entry, "Another Lonely Christmas." 

I'm sure that this story can stand alone without the required reading of ALC, so you don't have to check it out to enjoy this one (unless you want to). Happy reading!

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I was lying face down on the bed, exhausted and aching from head to toe as a result of the long days of preparation that I put into our New Year's party. Other than the gathering at Caleb's parents' house on Christmas Day, it was the first major event that we celebrated as a couple. For that reason, I wanted everything to be perfect. 

We invited some of Caleb's friends from the fire station as well as some of my colleagues from the office for drinks and to watch the ball drop on television. Everything went well, but soon after midnight I began to feel the strain and had to retreat to the bedroom to toss back a couple of aspirin and rest my weary bones. 

I heard the swish of coats being fastened and keys jingling in the other room as Caleb said goodbye to our guests. 

"Thanks for coming over, guys. Yeah, Vivian will be fine. I'll make sure of that. See you on Monday. Drive carefully."

The evening was finally over. I breathed a sigh of relief that quickly turned into a groan of pain when my head resumed its pounding. "Ohhh..."

Caleb entered the room, and I made the mistake of lifting my head to look at him. I cried out again and put my head back down. He sat beside me on the bed, and I felt his warm hand rubbing the small of my back, trying to comfort me.

His voice was as smooth as melted honey in my ear. "How bad is it, babe?"

I turned my head slowly, and he could see the tears in my eyes. 

"I hurt all over. Please Caleb, make it go away. It hurts so much."

I saw his golden eyes darken with pain. "I will, I promise. I'll be right back."

He rose from the bed and I heard him stride into the connecting bathroom. Even through the pain, I smiled as I imagined the movement of his firm, gorgeous ass and the way it looked as he walked. In the week since we got together over Christmas, I'd grown accustomed to the sight. I don't think I'll ever get tired of it. 

I heard the sound of running water and splashing, and I knew that he was preparing a bath for me. I shouted so he could hear me over the sound of the streaming water.

"I can't believe this! How do you always know exactly what I need when I need it?"

Caleb's laughter rumbled as he switched off the water and returned to the bedroom. He sat beside me again and gently turned me over so he could meet my eyes.

"It's simple. Because I know you, Viv. Even though it's only been a week, I feel like we've been together for ages. I love you. This year's Christmas and New Year's have been the best holidays of my life because you're spending them with me."

I thought my heart would burst, and my eyes were moist again. 

"I love you, too."

Caleb smiled and wiped away my tears. 

"All right, honey. Let's get you into the tub. I have the water nice and hot, just the way you like it, so you can soothe your aching muscles."

He gently picked me up from the bed and carried me into the bathroom. The tub was filled almost to the brim with steaming water, and the smell of jasmine in the air let me know that he'd also poured in some of my favorite bath oil. 

I buried my face in the crook of his neck. "Aren't you going to join me?"

He looked at the tub, judging its measurements. 

"It's not big enough for two. Besides, you really don't need me getting in the way of your relaxation. Just lie back and let me take care of you."

Who was I to argue? I felt the familiar, special tingling in my belly as he lowered me to sit at the edge of the tub and slowly undressed me. I felt warm all over as I watched him kneel on the floor before me, his face a picture of concentration as he slipped off my shoes and lifted my skirt to reveal the tops of my black thigh high stockings. 

Caleb's breath picked up slightly at the sight, and I continued to watch him from beneath my lowered lashes as he leaned down and kissed the insides of my thighs. I shivered from the feel of his soft lips, and the part of me that wasn't in pain, the part that was aching and horny, wanted him to pull my panties to the side and lick me. 

But he had other ideas, and he moved away from his worship there. I trembled from wanting him so much, but I knew that I wouldn't enjoy it if I let him fuck me before I was good and ready. So I waited as he removed my blouse and skirt to reveal the new bra and panty set that I'd bought a few days before for the occasion. 

He licked his lips as his hands cradled my breasts, his fingertips tracing patterns on the red lace and making my nipples stand at attention beneath it. 

"Oh, sweetheart. You really did think of everything."

Torn between pain and lust, I managed a sheepish grin. 

"Sorry that I couldn't follow up on it, baby. I..."

He placed a finger against my lips, silencing me. I couldn't resist taking it into my mouth and letting my hot tongue swirl around its thickness, demonstrating how much I wished to have his cock there. I could tell from the look in his sexy eyes that he wanted it too, and that he was having a hard time doing the right thing. 

Caleb's voice was hoarse with passion. "Vivian, stop teasing me." 

I reluctantly let go of his finger, watching the telltale flush creep from his neck to the roots of his red hair as I reached for the front fastenings of my bra. I peeled it away and watched as his gaze dropped to my erect nipples, sensitive and eager for his touch. He groaned and captured one in his mouth, sucking hard as his hands cupped and squeezed my breasts. He drove me crazy, switching from one straining peak to the other, his tongue flicking and his teeth gently biting. I arched mindlessly toward him.

"Caleb, please fuck me. I don't care anymore about the bath - OW!"

Damn it, just when I had forgotten about the soreness of my body, bam! There it was. 

I winced, and he immediately stopped what he was doing and hurried to pull off my stockings and panties, leaving me naked beside the tub. His eyes were full of concern as he stood and gently lowered me into the blessedly hot bath water. Closing my eyes in pleasure, I laid back and allowed it to wash over me, sighing as I felt it already working to loosen the knots of tension that had gathered over the last few days.

I felt something brush against me, and I opened my eyes to see Caleb sitting at the edge of the porcelain tub, holding my sea sponge in his large hands. He smiled at me. "Feel good?"

"Mmmm," was the only thing I could say for a long time as he proceeded to wash me from head to toe, leisurely stroking my body with the sponge as if he had all the time in the world. I felt cherished as his eyes frequently met mine, and I saw the melding of love and desire in their depths. My pain quickly faded away, and my body burned for him.

Several minutes after he'd cleaned me up, his hand still moved between my legs, keeping up the charade of washing me. I closed my thighs, trapping him there as I tossed the sponge away. He laughed, but I was dead serious as I arched up to his hand. 

"Touch me, baby."

Caleb's face quickly lost its humor as he realized how hot I was for him. 

"Are you better now? You're not too sore?"

I took his hand and guided it to my aching pussy. "Only here. She needs you."

He raised an eyebrow, his breath coming faster as he grew more excited. 

"Does she, now? Well, I guess I'd better do something..."

Under the water, I felt his fingers rub against my labia, gently opening them to expose my pulsing clit to his loving fingertips. I shuddered as he touched me, moaning as he teased my wet folds mercilessly before removing his hand and backing away.

I stared at him in confusion, wondering why he stopped. 

"Honey, what are you doing?"

Caleb stood up and grabbed a large towel from the cabinet, saying "You'll see" before he disappeared into the bedroom. He was back a few seconds later, and he bent to lift me out of the tub and into his arms. Not caring that I was dripping all over his clothes, he carried me into the bedroom and I saw that he'd placed the towel on top of the bedsheets.

I opened my mouth to ask what was going on when he kissed me hard, his tongue making me tingle and erasing the questions from my head. He broke the kiss, whispering against my love-bruised lips. 

"Trust me. I want to make you feel good." 

He lowered me to the bed and left me there as he pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans and took it off, exposing his beautiful chest and abdomen before tossing it to the floor. I couldn't take my eyes off of him; I still couldn't believe that this magnificent man was mine. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I held out my arms to him and he returned to me. 

Without warning, he kneeled before me and spread my legs, exposing my flower to his eyes, his fingers, his tongue. He licked me tenderly yet relentlessly, his tongue traveling slowly along my inner lips like he was savoring an ice cream cone. The very tip of his tongue flicked over my clit, and my hand came up to grab his hair, anchoring him to me.

Caleb's hand came up to press against my stomach, and I laid back on the soft bath towel. Grabbing my thighs, he swirled his tongue endlessly around my clit and I felt like I was floating weightless in space. I shook with pleasure, my moans growing louder as he quickened the tempo, bringing me closer to the edge. I clutched the towel beneath me as I rocked my hips against his face and trapped his head between my thighs, whimpering as I exploded into orgasm. 

He stayed with me, gingerly licking at my soaked pussy until I pushed him away. I needed him so much, and he knew it. I could see it in his face when he got up from the floor; he knew how badly I wanted to return the favor. I was face-to-face with his cock, which was rock hard and straining against the fly of his jeans. 

I wanted him deep in my mouth, my throat. I wanted to taste his cock and swallow his come. I reached for the buttons of his fly but he moved to stop me, smiling at my groan of frustration. He kissed me again and again, muttering to me between kisses.

"Tonight... is for you. I want to... please you until you scream and beg for me to fuck you."

I captured his pouty lower lip between my teeth, my tongue soothing the bite before letting go. I didn't recognize my own voice, it was so throaty from desire.

"Caleb, I want you now. Fuck me, baby."

He smiled wickedly at me, his eyes flashing with mischief. "Not yet, you're still tense and I don't want to hurt you. Lie on your stomach for me."

I rolled over onto my stomach, curious about what he was going to do next. I heard a drawer opening close by, but I didn't look. I didn't want to spoil the surprise. 

"Close your eyes, babe. No peeking."

I closed them, my heart pounding with anticipation as I felt the bed give under his weight. He was behind me, above me. I could hear his labored breathing as he fought to maintain control, to resist the urge to pound me right then and there. I could smell him, the intoxicating combination of sandalwood and man. I could feel his heat, taste his desire. 

The next thing I felt was a warm cascade down my naked back, followed by his hands on my body. The scent of lilac filled the air as he massaged me, starting from the nape of my neck and working his way down my spine to rest on the curves of my ass. He rubbed out the kinks in my legs before removing his hands from me completely. 

For a long moment, I lost awareness of Caleb and I was tempted to open my eyes to see what he was up to. But I didn't give in, and I was rewarded when he returned to me. 

I felt his chest press against my back, loved the sensation of our oiled skin sliding together, then apart. He lowered himself onto me, careful not to crush me with his weight as he rubbed his entire front against me. I could feel his hard cock bumping against my pussy, and I wanted to spread my legs for him to enter but they were trapped between his hairy ones. 

He chuckled softly in my ear. "Not yet. We've got all night."

I didn't want to wait all night; I decided to turn things around and seduce him until he couldn't take any more, until he couldn't resist sinking deep into me. 

I raised my ass to him, enjoying the slickness as I felt his cock settle into the groove between my ass cheeks. He groaned loudly at the sensation, just like I knew he would. I rotated my hips as I rocked back and forth against him, using my ass crack to pump his shaft. 

Caleb's teasing attitude crashed and burned, his breath growing ragged in my ear as he leaned over me. "Jesus... Vivian, what ...? What are you doing?"

I moved faster, pleased that I made him grunt with each thrust backward as I teased my clit with one hand. "I'm trying to take us both where we need to go. Fuck me, baby. Fuck my ass."

I felt his cock jerk against my asshole when I said the words, and I knew that I wouldn't have long to wait. His voice had become so husky that it was almost unrecognizable.

"Are you sure, sweetheart? I mean..."

"Fuck my ass, Caleb! Pound my ass with your cock until you shoot! Fill me to the brim!"

He swore softly, and I felt his cockhead rubbing against the oil covering my ass before spreading it onto my puckered asshole. He began to thrust gently, spreading and preparing me for the invasion, but I'd been on the edge for so long, so hot for him that I thrust against him hard and he slid right in. All the way in. I gasped in pleasure, tightening my ass around him as he began to pump me hard and fast.

He panted behind me, his sweat dripping onto my back. 

"Fuck... you're so tight..."

I cheered him on, almost daring him to lose control as I felt myself come again. 

"Harder, baby. Fuck me harder... Ohh, Caleb! I'm coming! Fuck my ass..."

The last shreds of control fell away, and the beast was unleashed. He let go and thrust hard into me as he came along with me, releasing his come deep into my ass. 

"Fuck yes! Ahh, God..."

Gasping for breath, we fell against the bed, still connected. When we finally got ourselves under control again, I looked over and saw Caleb with a silly grin on his face.

"What is it?"

He laughed and leaned over to kiss me. 

"Hot damn! Let me know whenever you need me to help you unwind!"