ng up a topic. I told the family about the thirteen year old Zetta who had been sold into a brothel and I wondered what could be done to get her into a better arrangement.

 "My dear" Mrs. Y began, "if we tried to rescue every young girl sold into a brothel in this city, we'd have hundreds on our hands."

 "Oh, I wasn't especially thinking about here" I said, "just some place that would treat her decently. She's been prostituted now for several months and has nothing else in her future". (Not that I had any end of slave-concubine in sight)

 Mr. Y suggested that he would inquire among his aquaintances who might take her for a maid or companion for his son, but it would be up to me to fetch her.

 I already had a plan, but Mr. Y would have to finance it.

 "Aha!" Mr. Y exclaimed, "I suspected a plot against my purse!"

 "Not very much" I replied hopefully.

 "The law is all on the side of the brothel owner" Mr. Y cautioned, "He bought her in a public auction and we'd be illegally tampering with his property".

 "We're fighting for justice!" I proclaimed boldly.

 Mr. Y laughed and said "I knew you had spunk. How can I resist you. But, caution, it would not go well for those caught doing this."

 I proposed my plan. Borth and Torg would visit brothels. They would ask if they had any very young girls there. If a thirteen year old was presented, ask if she was Zetta. If so, go ahead and consummate the deal. When alone, let her know you are a friend of Kara and would like to help get her out, presuming she wished that. Ask her how and when she could get free if a cart was waiting to whisk her away. The boys would need brothel money.

 "That gets you half way" Mr. Y said, "What happens next?"

 " If your horse is fast, and she breaks free at a particular time, they speed away" I replied.

 "To where?" asked Mrs. Y.

 "If you don't have a place for her to go, then I guess here" I answered.

 "This sounds dangerous" Arful contributed.

 " Yes, and you're the one to do it!" I exclaimed, "You'll drive the cart!"

 "I think this is thrilling!" said Borth.

 " I'm excited, but scared" said Torf.

 "I think you're all crazy" said Mr. Y, " But I applaud your idealism and I'll go along with it. Let's send the boys out in two days."

 I was doing my duty with Borth that night and at one point he asked if he should fuck Zetta at the brothel, or if I just Torg should. I replied that it would probably be less suspicious if, once you were in the brothel, that Torg take Zetta and he take a different girl.

 "Keep it clean in there" I admonished him as I fondled his cock.

 The boys went off on their mission. The rest of the household waited anxiously for their report. As soon as they returned they gave us the story.

 The first house they visited said they had no girls under sixteen. They probably lied, but the boys asked to see their youngest anyway. None there fit the description I had given them.

The second house said they had two fourteen year old girls. The madam led them out for inspection and had the boys feel their tits and cunt. None of the girls fit the description though Borth said they were sorely tempted and might return there as customers. Borf apologized to the madam and said none of the girls was the right age for Torg.

 The third try brought success.The owner claimed he had two thirteen year olds and brought them out. One was Zetta. The other girl was obviously more developed and probably a little older. Torg said he would take Zetta. Borg said he wasn't satisfied and would take an older girl. They paid and fucked.

 Torg said Zetta was desperate (as were all the girls there). She thought she could get out the back gate but then there was a six foot wall to the alley. Torg suggested that they could make a rope ladder secured to the cart, and send it over the wall. They agreed on making the attempt three days hence.

 Arful assured us he could construct the ladder.

 "What will we do with her when she arrives?" Mrs. Y wondered.

 "She'll probably be dirty and hungry and in need of some comforting" I suggested.

 "Actually", Torg chirped, " she's quite clean but probably not well fed and the only clothes she has is the little tunic they wear in the brothel.

 Privately, I asked Torg about fucking her.

 "She liked me" he said, "She says she rarely gets young guys. She does fuck pretty well but she's not up to your standards".

 I kissed him for that.

 Everyone in our household was up at the break of dawn on the day of the escape. I'd slept with Arful that night and kicked him out of bed with the rooster crow. The boys hitched the horse to the cart and were off.

 Meera brought in breakfast and asked what all the commotion was about. We told her .

 "Oh, bless them" she cried, " I hope they'll be safe and sucessful."

 Mr. and Mrs. Y and I sat at breakfast, barely eating and barely speaking.

 Half an hour later , the clatter of hooves anoounced the boys' return. We ran toward the stable.

 Zetta came running toward me, arms outstretched.

 "Oh, Kara!, Kara!" she cried "I always thought you'ld find me!"

 We embraced and kissed, and cried. Mr. and Mrs. Y were crying too. Meera was crying.

 The boys swaggered in.

 After things settled down a bit, Mrs. Y told Meera to bring Zetta some more appropriate clothes.

 We talked, and talked, and talked. I told Zetta my circumstance here. This night, she could take my bed and I'd sleep with Borth if she wanted to be alone. She wanted to be with me, but she wanted to give a favor of sexual attention to Torg in gratitude and because she liked him.

 That was it then. Early evening with the boys and we'd sleep together. Early evening, we had both of the boys in my room. Only Torf fucked Zetta. Both had some time with me.

 When we went to bed, Zetta didn't want to talk about any of her experiences. She cuddled up to me all night.

 The next day Mr. Y said we would have visitors that evening. A friend with his wife and thirteen year old son would come to look Zetta over. They might take her as a companion for their son.

"Do I have sex with the kid?" Zetta asked.

 "If both of you want" Mr. Y responded, "but it won't be required by me or his father".

 I had a music lesson that afternoon, and I had learned enough that I was asked to play my lyre for the guests that evening. My first public performance! I was much more concerned with that than whether Zetta found a home immediately.

 Meera supervised Zetta and me in preparing a small feast. The guests arrived and everyone was introduced. Zetta and the boy seemed to get along well, though he certainly had eyes for me too. I was not in this game. I thought to myself that few slave girls would have had any choice in the matter. Most of the priviledged boys take whatever they want from slave girls.

 At one point the gentleman guest said " I heard a young slave girl escaped from a brothel yesterday. The brothel owner said he would hang her if she were caught. If, she happened to be under my protection, it's the brothel owner who would be hanged"

 His speech was greatly applauded.

 As more wine was served, it became time for my musical performance. I was very pleased that it went well. Mr. Y gave me a kiss on the forehead.

 "You are such a jewel" he gushed.

 Zetta and the boy, Jank, were off together giggling in a corner. She'd extended an invitation to my bedroom. He replied that he would have to ask his father. His father though Zetta a very nice companion for his boy said they could leave the group After they left, Mr. Y advised the gentleman that Zetta was in need of basic education as he had determined earlier. She was illiterate, or nearly so, and had no skills. Our guests understood and would provide for her. They decided to leave Zetta here another day while they prepared a room for her.

 In the meantime, young Jank was getting a sex education. Zetta told me later that he couldn't come yet and she had him in every oriface until she wore him out. She said that although her cunt had had too much experience, she was really hot for fucking that night.

 Zetta departed the next day in her new clothes. We would be able to see each other often if we wished.

 A letter arrived from my uncle. He was overjoyed to hear from me. He feared I had been killed +in the fighting. He had still not found my mother and feared the worst. He said our country was still in a terrrible state, and if I was healthy and being cared for, it was best for me to remain until someday I could return if I wished. He assumed there would be a monetary consideration at that time but would be willing to pay it.

 Both Mr. Y and I answered his letter. I don't know what Mr. Y wrote, but he got an answer.

 Zetta's guardian wrote to Mr. Y to ask if I might visit for a dinner. Zetta had now been there a week.

 There was also a note from Zetta! Zetta couldn't write any more than her name a week before! She wrote, guided by her guardian, that she had four hours a day of instruction. She had to learn math too.

 I was asked to bring my lyre on the visit.

 I was escorted to her house by Arful, who would come to take me home that night. I was welcomed in like a hero. Zetta couldn't wait to show me her very own room and around her new house. She said she slept with Jank sometimes but only when they both fell asleep. She said that since Jank couldn't come yet, the fucking was all for fun. She still had a thing for Torg too. She wouldn't mind a return invitation that ended in Torg's bed.

 We had a fine dinner, and her guardian declared me lucky beyond words for being in Mr. and Mrs. Y's custody. Her guiardian said he understood that I had bedroom duties with the boys, but that I seemed none the worse for it.

 "I'm their teacher" I replied, " and I'm delighted when my pupils learn well".

 That got a great laugh.

 I played my lyre and the lady of the house played the flute. I even danced a little, though I'd only had a few lessons.

 Arful arrived to take me home and the hosts insisted he stay for a cup of wine and take back an invitation to the whole family, including me. Especially me.

 Arful and I went back home. He'd missed his evening with me, so I slept with him. I wanted to celebrate and Arful had the fucker to do the job. He's my only "big people" fuck now, three days a week, and I like a big cock in the right places.

                                       * * *

 I'm leaping ahead in my story now because nothing changed in my relationships in the next six months.

 Torg is fifteen now and much more sexually adept. I've turned sixteen and my figure has filled out, much to the admiration of my friends and lovers. I have developed a real love for music and dance and have read many more books. Borf is now seventeen and has put on some muscle. What causes me to pause here is that Arful is getting married. It's a somewhat arranged affair. Both families are prominent. Mr. Y has given Arful more responsibility in his business. Arful and his new bride, Lenna, will live in this house for a while. She and I have become friends despite my inferior social status. Arful and his parents impressed upon her the case that I am not an ordinary slave girl. I have left Arful's bed. He has priviledges if he chooses totake them, but he's no longer on a schedule. I split my time equally between Borth and Torg.

 Oh yes. Zetta is developing and since Jank ejaculates now, they must be more careful. Her schooling has been effective and we exchange letters. She wrote that Jank suggested (not demanded as he could have) that she fuck with his friend. She liked the boy, so she did. I cautioned her to stand up for herself before she found ten cocks in line at her bedroom.

 My tale is at an inconclusive conclusion. I'm really powerless to determine my future. If either Borth or Torg wants to keep me as a concubine forever and Mr. Y agrees, that's it. While my place in the household makes any onerous outcome very unlikely, uncertainty is always present. I must just continue as best I can in the circumstances.

                                     THE END

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itted by the attractive older woman who gives her a good looking over with her eyes. The 28-year-old brunette is dressed in very nice form fitting office cream-colour dress and peach blouse and a blazer with white 2inch heels. Laura is only 4’ 10” in height but she is a very well put together sexy shortness. Her hair comes down onto her shoulders and today it is clipped back by two hair clips. Her ample 36D bust fills her blouse and her strong legs look good in a dress. Her face is what most people would call cute but Laura doesn’t see herself as very attractive. Her lips have a nice red lipstick on them that has been applied and is one of those ones that doesn’t remove easily; when you do this all day a woman needs to have simple things like that to last the day.
 
The woman lets Laura in and leads her to the sitting room and eventually says, “Oh, it’s not for me – this sale is for my daughter” then in walks the daughter, an attractive young lady. She is an attractive teenaged longhaired brunette named Sara, and she is also dressed nicely, but in a one piece evening dress that is black and plunging in the front and the back, and 3inch black pumps with hose. She is about 5’ 4” of height even without the sexy pumps, appears to be about 34C in the bust from what Laura can see and discern through the dress. Sara is an attractive girl for her mature 16 &3/4 years of age – her face is just plainly attractive is how Laura looks at her. Her eyes are also brown but smouldering with hidden questions and answers, and her lips look quite appealing. Her figure is about a size 5 or so is what Laura can judge by the shape and lovely contours of Sara.
 
Laura is taken aback at the beauty of the daughter; the mother gets up as if to leave, saying “I’ll leave the two of you to it – I have to go to my appointment, and I’ll be back later this evening”. She stops and kisses her daughter on the cheek and tells her, “Have fun” and then leaves the house.
 
Laura found herself gazing steadily into the girl's eyes. There was heat in those eyes she realized, and she wondered if Sara was really the tease she appeared to be. Those eyes were unashamed, quite bold. Sara moved the pink tip of her tongue over her full lips, and then smiles at the voluptuous brunette, introduces herself with a light handshake, then saying, “You come very highly recommended – can I see what you have?” Laura says sure, pulls out a catalogue showing the selections, asking what she is looking for, what colours, what does she like, etc.
 
Sara picks out about 10 different outfits of lingerie – some of them rather revealing, and others not as showy. Laura tells the youngster that she has most of her selection outside in the vehicle if she would like to see them or try them on. Sara’s eyes light up, she answers, “Oh, could you please? I’d love to try some on” so Laura goes and finds the outfits available, and then brings them back into the house, where Sara has her bring them to the living room.
 
Laura is in the middle of laying the outfits on the backs of couches when Sara says, “Why don’t we go upstairs to my room, where I can try these on – see which ones I like”.
 
“Oh, okay then – whatever you would be comfortable with.” So they gather all the stuff, move up to Sara’s room – it is a really nice bedroom: big plush bed, a couple of big mirrors, a nicely set up room. Sara gets one of the outfits from the attractive brunette, goes behind the dressing screen to get changed, then emerges again a couple of minutes later wearing an ensemble she picked, plus wearing a pair of high heeled pumps. Sara asks, “So what do you think – do I look good in this?” as she twirls around, modelling it for Laura.
 
The older brunette can’t help but notice how nicely built and attractive the young brunette is; she manages to reply, “Umm…Yes, it…uh…looks very…. nice. I think you're lovely," Laura said, her voice oddly throaty. She can’t help but notice how attractive Sara looks dressed in the lingerie; Laura finds herself strangely drawn to her, but doesn’t know why. While she had never acted upon it, or told anyone about it, she did find some women sexy and often wondered what it would be like to have sex with another woman. Sara was only sixteen, but she was someone Laura did find herself attracted to.
 
She can’t help but notice how nice round and firm the breasts are through the lingerie; Laura wonders what it would be like to fondle and squeeze those firm young breasts. She thinks to herself, “I’ve never thought like that before, not in my whole life. What is wrong with me; what am I thinking of.”
 
Then Sara asks, “Why don’t you try an outfit on – so I can see if I like it or not”. She picks an outfit, handing it to a protesting Laura, who is saying “Well…. I…”.
 
Sara is persistent though; “Oh please try one on – please? I just want to see how it would look”. Sara is quite persistent and Laura reluctantly agrees. So, Laura goes behind the screen, reluctantly getting changed into the outfit that Sara wants her to model: a white satin but also sheer bustier, white garter set, silk panties, white hose, and white 3inch pumps.
 
Laura shyly emerges from behind the screen to see Sara dressed in a royal blue lace teddy, black garters, hose and pumps – and this sight catches Laura totally off guard by how sexy and gorgeous Sara looks in the outfit. For the first time in her life Laura finds herself turned on by the sight of another woman; a feeling of wanting to stroke and caress her lace covered globes overcomes her senses. Laura manages to mumble aloud, “Wow…. you…. look…incredible”.
 
Sara smiles, asking Laura, “Do you think it is appealing?” to which the brunette blushes, mumbling, “ Well…I… guess – yes”. Sara then gets Laura to stand in front of the tall mirror while she stands behind her, places her hands on the brunette’s shoulders, and commenting to Laura, “I know that if I were a guy I would definitely find you very appealing to me. I saw the way you looked at me in the parlour, Laura”
 
Laura looks over her shoulder at Sara, totally surprised at her comment, and remarking, “What did you say?”. She hadn't really considered having sex with another woman, but now she was confused, teased into wanting something totally different. Laura felt herself trembling with a desire that was strange, a heat that grew inside her. She wasn’t completely naïve, but she never imagined herself with another girl.
 
The young brunette presses herself against Laura's back, starts running her hands up her sexy looking hose-clad legs to her pussy, up the sides of her torso to the full breasts, purring her admiration of how sexy she finds Laura, then up to her neck. She steps around so she is in front of the voluptuous young brunette, looking at a shocked Laura in the eye, telling her, "I’d like to show you just how sexy I find you to be” and then starts French kissing her full on the lips.
 
Laura is so shocked then startled when a pair of warm, soft yet insistent lips closed over hers and caused delicious waves of desire through her quivering flesh. Kissing like only girls would know how to kiss another girl. Laura thinks to herself, “I shouldn’t feel this way, allowing another female to arouse me to such a fever pitch” then finds she has lost control over both her mind and body that she doesn’t resist Sara’s advances, and kisses her back.
 
She had never felt such excitement from being kissed before, and she relaxed her mouth and tongue to her insistence. Sara’s hands are now fondling Laura’s full breasts, gently tweaking the nipples so they stand out erect. She kisses the shorter brunette passionately for a minute, both of them moaning with the pleasure of the feel of each other's bodies.
 
Sara breaks the kiss, lowering the cups of the bustier so they are under the full breasts, commenting “Mmm, so nice and firm, so warm”. She smiled at Laura as her cool hands wormed insistent fingers into her breasts, kneading the flesh, shaping them. Sara dipped her head suddenly then lowers her pretty face and starts sucking a nipple passionately. Laura does like this, but protests while moaning, “Maybe we should…. oohhh…. stop this…. before….” and trails off. The heat and wetness, her tongue raking the nipple against the roof of her mouth, while her fingers squeezed and forced Laura’s breast into the shape of throbbing flesh, all merged to re-ignite the flame of passion and blew her reasoning powers out of kilter.
 
Laura is thinking to herself, “Now out of the blue, I’m being driven to a new excitement with provocative suckling from another woman. How could I let another woman do these things to me? Was she a lesbian? Does this make me a lesbian? Then again, what difference did it make?” Her pussy has flooded with juices as her passion has unknowingly increased, and is now being parted by one of Sara’s fingers. Laura trembles as one of Sara’s hands smoothed its way down her quivering body and gently pushed her thighs apart so that a provocative finger could worm its way into her wet pussy. She trembles and moans softly at the touch on her clit, then gasps aloud as a finger slips so easily into her very wet pussy.
 
Sara comments, “You look very sexy dressed in white, Laura – especially dressed in this outfit”, and then continues to French kiss the young brunette deeply. After another minute of kissing and fingering, Sara asks, “May I lick your pussy?”; but she doesn’t wait for a reply. She kisses her way down the front of Laura’s body, her tongue moving down and leaving a burning trail of wetness as it meandered down her writhing body, ending up kneeling in front of the sexy voluptuous brunette, and gets her to spread her legs apart a bit. She pulls the pussy into her face, inhaling the musky aroma deeply, then sticking her tongue out and starts licking up and down the sparsely haired hot pussy.
 
Laura is trembling so much with the excitement that she leans her arms against the chair in front of the mirror. She thinks “It is dirty to let a woman stick her tongue in my pussy; but it is so lovely too.” Laura feels her lips pushing, sucking her pussy flesh while her tongue twirled insistently against her clit. Laura cries out in ecstatic rapture as Sara’s hands grabbed a breast each and began to knead the flesh; then her bottom bucked as her pussy opened wide as she orgasms into the young girl’s mouth.
 
Sara has brought the sexy young brunette to a fairly rapid and intense orgasm from licking her pussy; she moves around behind the still quivering brunette, placing a finger inside as she does. She tells Laura, “Why don’t you watch yourself in the mirror – watch your sexy body while I finger you”. Curiosity wins her over; she looks at herself bent forward onto the chair, becoming red-faced and turned on as she watches Sara fondle her full breasts while fingering the sopping wet pussy.
 
Laura finds that she is quite turned on by the young brunette, watching her in the mirror; but then the waves of pleasure from the slowly pumping finger become gradually so intense that she closes her eyes to enjoy it. Sara is getting ready to give Laura more pleasure when she feels the sexy short brunette’s pussy start to pulse around her fingers – she slowly spreads the legs apart a bit wider, listening to the moans of the pretty brunette as she continues to finger her wet pussy.
 
Laura is so wet and horny that she barely notices Sara removing the finger for a moment and placing her own hips up against Laura’s cute butt. Then she can feel something familiar; smooth yet hard, pressing softly against her pussy lips, Sara’s hands gripping her at the hips, pulling her buttocks back to her, then it is way too late. She then feels a very hard cock sliding all the way deep into her tight and very wet pussy; it slides in so easily with Laura groaning out loud, “What the… Ohhhhh” and she trailed off the last word, barely saying it out loud.
 
Her mouth opened, and she almost gasped as Sara slid her cock through her moist folds, but the girl's grip was firm and insistent, and as her swollen wetness strained around the warm length sliding inside her body, Laura could only open her legs and arch her hips to accommodate the cock. "Your pussy has never been stretched like this before, has it honey?”
 
“No," Laura replied, as she tried to capture her breath.
 
Sara isn’t sure if what she heard before was correct or not, because she too is groaning loudly, “God Laura…. You feel soooo good” as she fills the brunette with her young 7 inch cock. All Sara can hear is soft moans and gasps from the sexy brunette as she makes love to her from behind, thrusting in & out slowly, with Laura still bent over resting on the chair, her legs shaking as she barely manages to stay upright on the 3”pumps.
 
At first, the young woman was slow to move, swirling her cock around inside of Laura, letting her adjust to its size; but before long, Sara began to slide its length out of Laura, then back into her, and again, and again. One smooth movement soon became a thrust, and Laura did gasp... then, she gasped again, and Sara grinned, thrusting her cock deep inside of her. Sara reaches around front and starts gently massaging Laura’s clit while she pumps her; she can feel the wet and silky smooth pussy tighten around her hard cock as she rubs the clit.
 
Laura is breathing faster, gasping, “Ohh…. Ohhhhh…. Ohh gods… don’t… ssssstop”. Laura is thinking to herself, “I should protest this obscenity, but it feels so good! I never imagined that being fucked like this could be so wonderful.” It doesn’t take many more strokes before the voluptuous sexy young brunette is shuddering in orgasm, her nubile body undulating as waves crash through her body, her pussy squeezing that cock, almost pulsing around it.
 
Sara holds herself back – she doesn’t want to cum just yet – but she does want to see how much more this attractive brunette will allow to happen. So, she helps the gorgeous brunette finish her orgasm by bending over her, and kissing her back lightly, then fondling her full heavenly breasts again.
 
After a few minutes of teasing Laura like that, Sara slowly withdraws herself, and turning Laura around so they are facing each other. She places her hands around her waist, hugging her very close, starts French kissing her deeply again, moaning her lust into the short brunette’s open and willing pretty mouth.
 
Sara removes the lingerie from the shaking brunette, but leaves Laura clad in white garters, white hose, and the white pumps; she looks very delicious like this in Sara’s eyes. She looks Laura right in the eyes, telling her, “ I want to make love with you, Laura – I want you to show me more of what it is like”.
 
Laura is taken back by this bold statement – she came here to sell lingerie, not to end up having a beautiful young girl wanting to make love to her all afternoon. She tries to reason quickly in her head: this is totally wrong, doing this wanton act of…but god that cock did feel kind of nice inside me…. Oh I don’t know. She tries to prevent any further progression by saying, “ I really should get dressed, and get going – I do have another appointment today” but it doesn’t sound very convincing at all.
 
The young brunette girl asks Laura to stay, then almost pleads, begging the attractive brunette to “please stay”. Laura doesn’t answer immediately, finds that she can’t answer – she won’t admit that she has become attracted to the young brunette – but it is written all over her face: she won’t leave just yet.
 
Sara moves Laura over to the bed, sitting her on the edge of it, and looks adoringly at Laura. She moves right up to her, placing her hands on either side of her head, and says; “I’d really like to feel your lips….on my…please?” she trails off, not finishing the sentence, but gently pulls the brunette’s pretty face towards her cock.
 
Sara then became aware that the sensation of Laura's stroking and squeezing of her penis was replaced by a curious wet and warm feeling that she had only experienced in her dreams before. This young girl has strangely aroused Laura so much that she opens her pretty lips and takes the head of the cock into her mouth, and tasting her own pussy juices.
 
Laura groans in delight, as she tastes their combined juices, and then places her hands on the young brunette girl’s cute ass cheeks. She works her mouth down the length of the youngster’s cock slowly, letting her tongue swirl around it as she gradually takes it all in. Sara looked down to see Laura's head bobbing up and down on her lap: her penis inside her mouth. It was almost with alarm Sara realized that although her penis was now as big as it could get, and bigger than it normally got even with masturbation, Laura could get the whole of it into her mouth.
 
Then, after about a minute Laura removes her mouth, getting Sara to move onto the bed, motioning with her hands to get on it and lay down on her back, so that the two of them can be more comfortable. Sara is very aroused watching the pretty brunette as her sexy full red lips slide slowly up and down the length of her hard member, her eyes closed as if she is enjoying this wanton act.
 
Laura reaches up under the cock and is quite pleased to find a very wet pussy as well. She moans her pleasure at finding this, and then slowly inserts two fingers into the wet pussy. Sara quivers as waves of pleasure course through her young body, groaning out loud, “Ohh god Laura… that… feels… soooo… good”. She looks down at the sexy woman who is pleasing her immensely, and asks, “Do you like doing this, Laura?”
 
The reply is the brunette deliberately nodding her head slowly at the tip of the cock, teasing her more.  Sara asks “Do you like how your day has been so far?”
 
Laura waits a long moment, and then removes her mouth from the cock, replying, “It has…been…interesting so far”. She then opens her pretty mouth wide, and lowers her lips all the way down, enveloping the hard cock, swallowing all of it. The young brunette girl gasps as waves of pleasure race through her young body; Laura is pumping her mouth up and down in rhythm with her finger going in and out of the wet pussy.
 
She teases the young brunette by keeping the pace deliberately slow for a bit, then gradually increasing the speed, and bringing the youngster closer to orgasm. Laura can feel the head of the cock start to swell in her pretty mouth – Sara is gasping and shaking at the intensity of the waves of pleasure. The sexy voluptuous brunette places her hands on the young girl’s heaving breasts, pinching her erect nipples and teasing her further; then just before the youngster is about to explode – she pauses but then plunges her mouth all the way down, plus pushes her fingers deep inside the wet pussy.
 
"Oh, God!" Sara was whimpering. "Oh, God ... Oh, God! I'm coming, Laura! Oooooo, I'm coming ... so good ... so beautiful!" Sara tenses up, her breathing stops for about ten seconds then she bucks her hips up, just about screaming at the intensity of the pleasure “Ohhhhhhhh Godddddddd”. Laura enjoys the feel as she starts swallowing what seems like gallons of cum as Sara explodes into the pretty brunette’s mouth. She can also feel the pussy muscles spasming around her finger as she orgasms that way also, and the juices almost feel like they are flowing continuously, she is climaxing that hard.
 
Sara is thrashing all over the bed, moaning quite loudly while her orgasm continues for what probably seems like an eternity; finally she collapses back onto the bed. Laura removes her fingers from the wet pussy, letting Sara lick her own juices off the fingers, but doesn’t remove her mouth from the young hermaphrodite’s cock– yet. The young brunette writhes on the bed in total ecstasy, moaning loudly while Laura’s expert mouth gulps her juices down, milking every drop out of the cock.
 
Finally, once there are no more juices, she removes her mouth from the very sensitive cock, and lies on the pillow next to the shaking young brunette. When Sara finally regains a bit of her breath, she thanks Laura very profusely for such a wonderful orgasm; then they embrace, and she starts to kiss Laura softly again.
 
Laura breaks the kiss after a short bit, asking, “You’ve never done this before – have you?” to which the youngster replies “No, never – not like that”.
 
Laura decides that maybe she should know some more about this brunette, and asks, “Just how old are you, by the way?”
 
Sara replies shyly “Almost seventeen” to which a stunned Laura mutters “Whoa…”.
 
Sara asks, “So how old are you?” to which Laura replies “I’m 28”. They lay there for a little bit; almost an uncomfortable silence because of the age difference, but Sara is quite mature for her age.
 
Then she remembers something that the sexy brunette said earlier and asks, “Earlier you almost said ‘not again’ didn’t you?” to which Laura shyly replies softly “yes”. 
 
Now Sara is rather excited at hearing this bit of info, and probes further to find out what else is inside lovely Laura’s mind; she says “ So you have done this before – I thought so – tell me about it, please”.
 
Laura is somewhat embarrassed, getting a bit defensive by answering “Why – we barely know each other, and besides which it is personal to me”.
 
Sara leans over, placing a hand so it just rests on the brunette’s lovely full breast and tells her “You don’t find what we just did to be personal? Because I…find you to be…very attractive and very, very sexy…and I’m getting turned on even more by thinking about you”.
 
Laura blushes furiously at the nice compliments, then attempts to regain control of the situation by asking, “Tell you what – if you tell me your story first, then I’ll tell you a bit of mine”.
 
Sara thinks for a second, then replies “All right – but why do you sound so…leery about this?” to which Laura replies “I never expected this to happen at all…especially with someone as…pretty as you…and as young as you are”.
 
Sara pulls the brunette to her, kisses her deeply, and then says happily “Well, thanks to you – I’m not a virgin anymore”. She then reaches down with one hand, and starts gently rubbing Laura’s clit; she asks the brunette “So – what do you want to know about me?”.
 
Laura’s reply is to gently wrap her hand around Sara’s cock, and starts stroking it up and down slowly. “What did you imagine your first lover to be like?”
 

“I never tried to think about that,” Sara told her, looking down at the bed “I was always so ashamed of what I was, and lived in fear that anyone might find out. Actually, I'm not really into guys. I think I like the idea of having sex with a girl with my cock.”

 
Laura thinks for a second, and then asks Sara, “Have you ever fantasized – and what about?”
 
“I have dreamed about other women, if that is what you are wondering” is the teens reply.
 
“Hmmm – so are they your age in your fantasies, or older?”
 
“A bit of each – it depends”
 
“Have you had any boyfriends?”
 
“No, because I don’t think they would be able to handle me – but women on the other hand…. seem more open and accepting. Plus I’m so different than anyone else,” Sara said weakly, clenching her hands. “No one out there will ever accept what I am.”
 
“I’m here, and I’m telling you that I accept you,” Laura said. “Give me a chance, and I’ll prove it to you. People don’t fall in love because of the shape of their genitals,” Laura explained. “You’re uniquely gifted, because you are truly bisexual in the full sense of the term. You are free to give your love to anyone you wish. Whomever returns your affection will not shy away because of your differences.” 
 
Sara thinks about that for a long moment, and then says softly, “Okay.”
 
Laura asks anew, “So, do you prefer older women, or do you prefer girls your age?”
 
“Well…. I don’t really know. There is this one girl in school I would like to get to know a lot better….” Sara trails off for a long moment.
 
Laura comments “You’re nice and hard again; were you thinking about that girl from your school?”
 
Sara pauses, blushing a bit, then replies “Sort of…a bit…but you popped into my head – I’m really curious what story you have to tell”. Laura doesn’t reply right away as they both continue to play with each other until Sara says “Laura – I’d like you to straddle over top of me, sit on me, and I would really like to watch you as we make love that way – that would turn me on immensely”.
 
Laura pauses, and then replies “I guess I could…. Did you really want me to?” to which Sara’s reply is to start rolling the sexy brunette on top of her, saying, “Yes”.
 
By now Laura is definitely aroused again – so as she straddles the young hermaphrodite, she teases her by placing her pussy lips against the cock as she slowly slides along it, but not letting it enter her very wet pussy. She is enjoying grinding along the hard shaft, teasing the young brunette, and loving how much wetter she has become.
 
Sara is groaning softly, wanting to enter the hot wet pussy; Laura asks seductively “What did you want to do – do you want to go into me again?”. She lets the head of Sara’s cock rest so it is just at the moist entrance; Sara whimpers softly “yes” in return.
 
Laura looks down, watching as the brunette’s hands move her down and back, gasping out loud as the beautiful 16-year old fills her pussy with her hard cock. Laura’s eyes widen as she sinks all the way onto the cock, groaning out loud “Ohhhhh goddd” in delight. As the slick tender flesh of Laura’s vagina surrendered to Sara’s initial thrust, the feeling was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
 
Sara thrusts up into Laura, loving the feel of the brunette’s tight but very wet pussy as she slides her cock in and out. The girl asks, “Can we do it slow this time? I don’t want to cum too quick this time. You want to me to cum – in you?" she said looking up at Laura and smiling.
 

"Yes," Laura moaned loudly and longingly. "Let’s get into a nice steady motion. As you thrust down, I'll thrust up and visa versa, making sure the head never fall out." Laura thrust down, as Sara thrust up; Sara moved up, as Laura moved down.

 
Laura now wants to probe Sara's mind, so she asks "So why don’t you tell me about this girl at your school – the one you fantasized about?”
 
Sara has other plans, though; she replies, “Not right now; I’d rather think about you, Laura. Plus, you did say that you’d tell me about your first time…with…someone like…me”. Laura doesn’t answer right away, so Sara pleads, “Please?”; finally the sexy brunette consents after Sara persistently thrusts her cock deep into her pussy.
 
She starts asking, “So, who was she?”; Laura replies softly as she remembers, “She was my next door neighbour – she was the one…who…seduced me”.
 
Sara places Laura’s hands onto her own breasts, asking her softly “Close your eyes and play with your breasts while you tell me about your neighbour”. The brunette pauses for a moment, but does close her eyes while riding the cock straight up and down slowly, and enjoying the feel of the young hermaphrodite’s cock as it slides in and out.
 
Laura asks “So where do you want me to begin?”
 
Sara replies “I don’t know – did you enjoy the experience with this other…woman? I mean…did you…get off? Did she make you cum?”
 
Laura pauses again, then replies softly “Yes, I did…enjoy the experience, and God – did she ever make me cum – numerous times; it was…memorable”.
 
Sara asks “What made it memorable – to you?”
 
“The fact that she was very aroused by my body, that I was totally caught off guard by her, and the mind blowing truth that I was… extremely aroused and very turned on by her - once I discovered her secret”.
 
Sara mulls over what Laura has told her, and then comments “It sounds like you enjoyed yourself after a bit”.
 
Laura replies “yes”; then she asks, “So what does this girl at your school look like?”
 
“She’s 5’4”, has short curly brown hair, very nice body, nice face – and seems to like dressing in skirts a lot – which I definitely love on women”.
 
Laura asks more “So what did you like her wearing at school that got your attention?”
 
“She was wearing a simple light tan coloured dress, black 3” pumps, and I imagined her wearing a garter set under it, but no underwear. Ohhhh – I can’t help it – I prefer thinking about you, Laura – about how sexy you look in this lingerie you’ve brought here…mmmm…. That’s what I like to think about right now”.
 
Laura is flattered by the compliments, then feels her pussy muscles gripping Sara’s shaft harder as her orgasm approaches rapidly. She has held off her orgasm as long as she possibly could but Sara’s cock in her pussy is too much for her senses. Her breathing quickens, as does Sara’s while she watches Laura’s full breasts bounce erotically, loving it as they bounce sexily on every stroke.
 
Then, without warning Laura bellows out loud “Ooohhhh Goooddd I’m…” and trails off as she bucks her hips on Sara’s hard cock while she endures a very intense orgasm. Laura’s body is shuddering and shivering with sensations that she has never known before, and then it seems that she is shattering into a million pieces as she can feel Sara’s cock spasm and jerk, sending gushes of hot sperm deep into her pussy.
 
Sara’s cock filled her vaginal canal like a swarm of angry bees, and her already over used pussy blew like a light bulb. The unsuspecting girl’s hips bucked like she’d been electrocuted. She can also feel Sara tense up, her breath coming in gasps; she enjoys it even more as they have cum almost at the same time – and it feels nice. Sara’s body continued to vibrate with electric convulsion.
 
Laura kind of collapses on top of Sara; she places her arms around the sexy young brunette, hanging on to her as they rock back and forth, still enjoying the waves of pleasure, but continued to stroke her pussy slowly, letting her come down from the most awesome orgasm she’d ever experienced. They end up kissing each other passionately, as they rest and try to cool down, the cock still inside the wet pussy.
 
Finally, after a long few minutes, Sara says, “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, because I know that I enjoyed myself”.
 
Laura replies, “It was very… nice”.
 
Sara says, “Perhaps we should have a shower and definitely clean up somewhat, then we could talk about which pieces of lingerie I’d like to buy – if that’s all right with you, Laura”.
 
The brunette replies “That suits me just fine” and is led on shaky legs by an equally shaky Sara to the bathroom, where she starts the rather large shower. They step into it once it is the desired temperature, and start washing each other. Sara is still feeling rather frisky, and eventually manages to coax Laura down onto her knees to use her pretty mouth; it doesn’t very long before she orgasms again – right in Laura’s pretty mouth.
 
They kiss again, eventually finishing their shower, getting out and drying off, then getting into bathrobes temporarily. They sit on the bed; Sara ends up purchasing a lot of lingerie – including a couple of the ones that Laura was dressed in.
 
Eventually Laura is allowed to get dressed, they exchange phone numbers, and then Sara says that maybe next time – hopefully in a couple of days, she will have the girl from school see if she wants any lingerie from Laura.
 
So the brunette returns in a couple of days at Sara’s behest and insistence that she will get another sale; her curiosity was getting the better of her after the young hermaphrodite has called her to come over with some sample lingerie, and Sara admits her again.
 
This time she meets the attractive young friend that Sara has a crush on – Rochelle – and in about thirty minutes or so later, a very aroused Laura is watching as sexy Rochelle is coaxed out of her dress by Sara to try some lingerie on. Once she is dressed in what Sara wants to see on her friend, she starts seducing her.
 
Rochelle looked gorgeous in her black bra, her sexy black lace bra. Her pink panties were a tight pull of nylon just above her knees, and her garter belt was tight, the straps slashing into her milky thighs. Her nylons, with her black shiny high heels - all of this was quite a sight, a moment of delicious excitement for Laura watching them.
 
Rochelle is then eventually lowered unknowingly down onto her friend Sara’s hard cock. Laura gets to watch the attractive young brunette girl as she is made love to while wearing lingerie and pumps while sitting quivering with repressed delight, riding that hard cock. The brunette rode Sara's cock for all she was worth, that is until her pussy began to convulse and spasm around the thick satisfier, leaving the poor dear shaking and shuddering as climax after climax rocketed through her needy groin.
 
Laura climaxes quite intensely while playing with herself just watching the two young girls make love to one another; it is very erotic to watch…which she does only for a while.
 
Laura has become so horny that she wants to participate instead of just watching; it is when Sara is finished with her friend that things become interesting for Laura. She wants to have the voluptuous brunette dressed in the same white lingerie as when she was seduced, and Sara plays with Laura’s full breasts, teasing the nipples. Laura ends up being made to straddle the young Sara’s cock while Rochelle licks her clit until Laura just about screams with the pleasure of it – and at the end of their long sexual session Laura has another successful sale…

 

n’t know about me,’ Stacy replied. ‘But I know one would look great on you!’

I flushed again.

Stacy had always been shy about her body. In all the years I had known her she had never been as adventurous with her style as I was. But that was going ot change. I was sure of that as I pictured my friend in a nice string bikini. My mind filled with the images of getting her home and pulling her out of it too.

I could feel myself blushing again.

‘So…’ Stacy said in a coy manner. ‘Where’s the best place to grab a cool costume.’

‘I know a place,’ I smiled my most devilish smile, knowing she was picking up the not so subtle hints I was throwing her way.

I scooped up my keys off the table, subconsciously counting each one as I did. Already I could feel the moisture building between my legs. I felt alive, exhilarated. Hoping my scent wasn’t evading my moistening panties. Just the thought of seeing my long time friend’s beautiful body excited me.

Right then I wondered if Stacy felt the same. Sadly, she just looked nervous, chewing on her bottom lip.

‘Come along then Stace. Let’s get going,’ I said, trying to keep thins light.

‘Right behind you Kelly, Stacy called back as she fetched her cute pink jacket from the coat rack. The one that hugged her breasts perfectly, showing them off for the world to see.

She quickly repositioned her skirt, nervously glancing at me, hoping I hadn’t noticed.

That was it! I thought she had just given me a sign of her mutual attraction. She was moistening too!

* * * *

Arm in glorious arm we made our way to my car. It wasn’t a flashy automobile, but it was reliable. And what more did a gal need than something reliable.

Stacy took her place in the passenger seat, while I slipped in behind the steering wheel. Clicking my seatbelt into its clip, I started the engine and we were off.

* * * *

I drove us to the store. From the outside it looked like a normal store. The promotional posters, while meant to look flashy had been bleached by the excessive sun, but they were still slightly attractive, as were the cute little outfits worn by the store dummies. But those were the outfits us normal girls could never wear.

From the outside Stacy seemed unimpressed. I took her arm again, and led her through the electronic doors. Her mouth fell open at the inner size. It looked like an elegant palace filled with the gowns of a million princesses. Stacy was dumbstruck with awe.

Lightly taking her hand, I led her down the steps into the main store. There were dresses, skirts, tops of all varieties, blouses, lingerie, daily wear. Stacy clearly had never seen so many choices grouped into one place. Or at least had never seen so many clothes that she wanted all at once.

I ignored the general clothes and led her to the back of the store, where the bathing suits were kept. And there were so many choices; bikini’s, cami sets, tankinis. So many options. So little time. I grabbed at a very skimpy black bikini set, almost no skin covered. Stacy was a little more conservative, going for a more common bra and brief set. I picked out a nice summer dress to wear over the bathing suit. A small flowing red number with all the tight curves. Stacy’s eyes lit up in admiration of my tastes for her. She pulled me out a short white dress. Very innocent looking. I held the dress against myself with the costume I chose underneath it. The thin white material gave away my choice perfectly. What a combo!

Now Stacy was taking the lead, guiding me roughly over to the dressing rooms. Obviously anxious to get me into my new outfit. I rushed ahead myself, just as anxious to see Stacy in hers, and maybe see her get into it too.

‘Want to share?’ I asked when our path ended by the dressing rooms.

The confirmation of Stacy’s attraction came when after a nervous moment she said yes and we clambered into the largest of the cubicles. Once the plastic door was shut, I felt Stacy’s lips lock themselves onto mine, her kiss reaching into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around Stacy’s back, pulling her beautiful body closer. Stacy’s subtle hands pulled at my top, lifting it carefully over my head, revealing my pink bra.

Stacy lowered her mouth to kiss my now erect nipples through the soft fabric. My inner moisture increased again, soaking my panties. I pushed myself closer, softly moaning my satisfaction.

I let my hand go to Stacy’s sexy mound, rubbing at her skirt. She pushed down onto my hand., her mouth kissing back up my breasts.

Everything I had wanted from Stacy lay beneath this skirt. No matter what I had to get it off, I wanted to se the hidden beauty of the girl I had waited three years to get. My hands went to her hips, slowly pushing at the elastic waistband, forcing the skirt down. She wriggled her hips, trying to stop me, she went for my hands. I kissed her harder, she let the skirt drop past her hips, revealing to me her secret. Stacy was a guy!

I jumped back. Completely surprised. I didn’t know how to react, my heartbeat was racing. And then I noticed what my body was doing. My moisture had jumped up a few notches, my pulse was racing, my breaths shallow and short. Oh my god, I was leaning back in to kiss her again. As I placed my lips back onto Stacy’s I pushed my skirt down over my hips and stepped out of it as it cascaded to the floor. I held my new lover in my arms.

My hands were soon cupping Stacy’s buttocks. My fingers tracing her crack, reaching for her perfectly puckered hole as her cock grew against me. She reached around and deftly unclipped my bra, slipping it down my arms and letting my petite breasts fall free. This was most unfair I thought. She had my breasts and I didn’t have hers. This was a situation that had to be sorted out.

While I focused her attention on kissing me, I worked my hands down her blouse, undoing each button, pulling the cotton garment open to reveal her sexy blue bra and its beautiful contents.

Stacy could stand no more. She was really rubbing her length against me, allowing the friction to pleasure her. Deciding I had to help I started to kiss my way down her super sexy body. I left her bra on, placing my kisses around the blue material, and carried on down past her stomach towards her bulging blue panties. I pulled them to the side, allowing her erect cock to fall into my ready hand. I placed another sensitive kiss to Stacy’s body before I slipped her twitching little friend into my anxiously waiting mouth.

The moment I wrapped my lips around Stacy’s warm cock I knew this was a first for her. The way she held herself was nervous, yet attentive, trying to memorise every action. I allowed more of her cock to slip into my mouth, taking all of it that I could, my tongue running around its outside. Stacy, driven at this point by sheer pleasure curled her fingers into my hair, gently tugging it as she pulled me further onto her. I had opened the cork on feelings she had never before expressed. Holding her balls in my hand, I feel Stacy suddenly tighten up, I knew what was coming and I sucked harder while I pulled her panties all the way to the ground.

Just I got the juicy goodness I wanted Stacy pulled her cock away from me. Gently, yet with great command, she pulled me to my feet.

‘Not yet, she whispered, kissing me again, pressing me back up against the dressing room wall. She ran her tongue over my nipples, taking one into her mouth, and kissing it with the same passion she had shown my lips.

Her hands led my panties down my legs while her kisses worked their way lower, across my abdomen, lower, past my waist, lower, over my trimmed blonde pubes to my glistening hole beneath. Nervously her tongue ran over my pussy lips. My thighs trembled at her careful touch, but I longed for so much more.

‘Don’t think so much,’ I told her. ‘Just go with the flow.’ I was going to wish I hadn’t said that.

Almost at once, Stacy’s nervous technique vanished. She had become a woman possessed. If I hadn’t have known otherwise, I’d have said she been licking pussy since the cradle. I had been waiting to get my friend here for three years, the only person to get my come in that time was me. I was saving it for Stacy exclusively.

Stacy switched between tonguing and fingering my pussy. God her technique was mind blowing. I couldn’t even find words to warn her what was coming. All my efforts were on keeping quiet, or just not getting to loud. Stacy got ferocious at my clit. She had obviously been wanting to get at my pussy as much I wanted her to. I moaned again softly, muffled by my fist crammed into my mouth, only just in time.

Before I had chance to let my hand down and pull Stacy further into me, she climbed back up to kiss me. I could taste my own salty juices on her lips, she offered it to me off her tongue. How could I refuse?

She leant in and kissed my neck. Her cock brushed against my pubes as she did. Her touch was electric. I wanted so badly to slip her into my pussy. But I held back.

Luckily for me, Stacy had the same idea. She bowed slightly, her hand pushed her cock forward, and lifted it into my pussy. She lifted my arms above my head, holding them in place, restricting my movement on my part. Once inside Stacy stopped. This I could tell was another first for her. I gave her a moment to enjoy the sensation, then, staring into her eyes, I clamped my pussy around her cock, and forced myself further onto her.

Driven by my desire, Stacy gave me a full thrust of her manly weapon. I gasped as her length filled my pussy, and pushed down to meet her. She gave me another thrust, and kept them coming. I couldn’t hold it anymore, my pleasure started to sound between my bated breaths, Stacy was the same. Neither of us were doing a very good job at staying discreet.

Someone knocked on the door. It was the store’s young clerk.

‘Are you ladies okay in there?’ she asked.

‘We’re fine, thanks!’ Stacy and I called out in unison, hoping the clerk hadn’t heard too much.

We didn’t move again until we heard her footsteps leading her away from us.

‘That was close,’ Stacy giggled.

‘I know,’ I giggled back as I felt my arousal spike suddenly. Almost getting caught was the ultimate turn on.

Stacy began to pick up speed again. Her energy doubled, and focused on bringing me to ecstasy. She got faster and faster until she reached a speed she could maintain comfortably. My cum was still flowing freely, running down Stacy’s cock and over her balls. She pushes harder and faster, using my cum as a lubricant to push in deeper.

With a slight groan muffled by my breast Stacy shot a hot load of sperm into my soaking pussy. Our juices merge inside me mixed by Stacy’s pumping and dripping back past my slippery entrance and running down our legs.

Continuing to push until the last of her own come was expelled, Stacy and I collapsed onto the floor of the dressing room. We had engorged ourselves on each others love and gotten quite messy in the process. All of a sudden I was glad I had packed a set of towels for our trip to the beach.

‘Here you go,’ I said as I offered one to her. She took it graciously, giving me a quick kiss in return.

A couple of minutes later, dried off and regaining our composure, Stacy and I got redressed. We gave each other another few gentle kisses. Her hands brushed my ass, squeezing gently while I cupped her lovely balls.

The attendant was coming back again, we heard her stilettos clacking against the floor, coming closer.

We hurried ourselves out of the dressing room, completely forgetting about the swimwear we had picked up. Left the store with a knowing smile on our lips and made straight for home.

We never did go back for that swim wear, but we had a lot of fun once we got home again.

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            Where and how to begin, I was 16 at the time and I had just gotten my drivers license. I am the oldest of my family so I was the only teen who could drive. My sister and I were as close as a brother and sister should be. We would fight and argue like every one else. My mom and I were close and I was an incurable mammas boy.

            Well the first incident was with my mom the summer between freshman and sophomore years in High school. I was learning to drive with my mom and we got some lunch from a local burger chain. We pulled into a parking lot and ate our food. My mom and I started talking.

 “So is there any girl you like?” my mom asked.

“Not at the moment?”

“Why not?”

“They are all immature babies”

“That’s not fair your sister isn’t like that.”

“She’s my sister I cant like her like that.”

“Why not?”

“That’s incest!”

“So?”

            I was totally blown away by that comment. Of course I had had a few thoughts of my mom and sister but I heard that was normal. I never had any intentions of pursuing my fantasy, but now I flashed and wonder if I could have sex with my mother.

            My mother was a true MILF. She wore reveling clothes, kept in shape, even tanned regularly. She was the envy of my friends but I always just shrugged it off but now I could see it. I saw my mom, the woman who gave me life as a sexual being and I had to have her.

“Mom what did you mean by that.”

“Nothing I just meant don’t let the what other people think dictate what you do.”

            I leaned in and kissed her. Throwing caution to the wind I made my move. Then my conscience kicked in. It was screaming “STOP” and “that’s your mother you freak.”

But I didn’t care. Then I noticed she was kissing back. I started playing with her left breast. I was reaching under her skirt when her phone rang.

            We immediately stopped kissing and she answered.

“Hello”

“Hi honey”

“Yea we’ll be home in 15 minutes.”

 “That was your dad he’s home now.”

            My dad was a trucker. He drove all over the country delivering cattle to farms.

He was gone for days or even weeks at a time. I never got to see him much but I wanted to make out with my mom a little longer. So I leaned back in.

“No not now later.”

            I gave her my best puppy dog face. She leaned in and gave me one big kiss for the rode.

            We drove back to our house and went to see my dad. He was in the living room he could only stay till tomorrow he had to leave at noon for Texas. My dad was going to be gone for anther week and a half.

            As I was going to bed I could my parents fucking each other silly my mom trying to muffle her screams of ecstasy as not to alert me of the goings on in the room above me. My mom is a very vocal person during sex and up untill our encounter I found the noises disturbing but now I find my self wondering if I could please the woman who gave me life.

My dad left for work and about 30 minutes after he left I asked my mom if we could go out for lunch.

“Mom about the other day…”

“Honey we can only do that when your dad is not around.”

“What?”

“Honey I’ve known you your whole life and I’ve watch you grow and I just fell in love with you. I can’t stop falling for you baby I need you.”

“Mom what are you saying?”

“Tyler I want to be your first sexual conquest.”

            That just blew me away.

“Tyler I want you to take me and fuck me silly.”

            Then my mom bent down and unzipped my pants and took out my cock. My cock was decent size for a 16 year old it is about 7 inches long and about 3 inches around. I was hard as a rock as soon as she touched it. She took the head of my member and licked it ever so gently and rubbed my shaft. Stopping at the base and rubbing my balls and continuing up. This was my first sexual experience and I quickly pulled over and turned on the blinker and just laid the seat back and let my mom work on my manhood.

            This was better than masturbating by far I was just laying back when it came the feeling when you’re about to cum.

“Mom I’m uhhh”

“CUMMING”

“Ok”

            She did something I thought a girl never did she swallowed all of my cum. We sat there my mom was pumping my cock  and I was in a trance when a car whizzed by us then slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road and back up towards us. I quickly put my cock away and sat up when the driver came over and knocked on my window. I rolled my window down.

“Can I help you?”

“No sir but thank you.”

“No problem any time.”

            The car pulled away and I turned towards my mother and she wasn’t the same mother I saw 2 days ago she was a beautiful lady who was crazy about me.

“Mom I’m in love with you.”

 

 

            Please comment this is my first time writing.

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Chapter 1) Maia


There are those who say time is a river, flowing implacably from the beginning to the end. They are wrong; speaking only from the brief experience of a few short years of life.

Time is an ocean; vast and endless, spreading out in all directions at once, and we are all adrift on it. With proper rudder and sails we can attempt to control our destiny; but the currents are uncharted and unchartable. Great and terrible storms have blown across the ocean of time, storms which have been known to wipe entire civilizations from the earth; to erase their histories from history.

My name is Maia, and I am immortal. I have walked the earth and sailed her seas for day after lonely day beyond count. I was ancient when the pyramids of Egypt were built. I have seen civilizations rise and fall, or destroyed so utterly by war or calamity, that their existence has been lost to time. I remember them all.

Come learned reader, sit and take your ease to hear the tale of how the journey began. Of how I, a simple girl with simple dreams came to be queen of the world, and then unknown. A story of adventure and terror, of great love and greater loss, the end of the world and the apocalyptic fall of the greatest Empire ever created and how the world was reborn.

I was fifteen when I was cast adrift on the ocean of time...
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I was born in the port city of Katai, off the coast of what is now modern day Japan; about eleven-and-a-half thousand years before Christ. Katai was ancient even then and majestic. For nearly a thousand years her walls stood untouched by foreign army; that was soon to change. From the founding of the city her ships ruled the Pacific and Indian oceans, trading with the Asian continent and eastern Africa. However, generation by generation, century by century, that territory was ceded to the great dark-hulled ships of the Empire. City after city, kingdom after kingdom fell or capitulated until at last, in all the world, only Katai stood against it.

Even in the cities waning years, life was peaceful and idyllic, yet at the same time busy and bustling. It was the strange sort of peaceful that you can only find in a port city. Every morning, fleets of fishing boats would sail out through the Lumere; the great arched sea-gate, to return on the evening tide with the day's haul. Large ocean-going ships would lead or follow with the tide, some never to return.

When I was ten, my little sister Amana and I used to climb to the top of the terraced pyramid of the temple of Lumis, to watch the ships come and go. At the top was the nausca, a pair of intersecting trenches carved an arm-length wide and deep across the entire top of the obsidian capstone, polished to a glass smooth finish. The nausca precisely marked the cardinal points, north south, east and west. The two of us would wander up and down those tracks watching for ships, so we could go down to the docks and talk to the incoming mariners about the rest of the world. Our Ata (father) was the king's chief ambassador, so we were constantly exposed to and taught other languages; an area where I proved to be quite gifted. By my tenth birthday, I could speak all seven languages of our primary trading partners. When I was eight; however, four of those cities fell to the Empire.

One summer day, as Amana and I stood in the nausca we spotted many unfamiliar sails creeping over the northern horizon. We watched in wonder as the group of ships approached. As they drew nearer our wonder turned to horror. Ata had told tales of the black trimaran hulls of the Empire. Only Ata and a handful of people had ever actually seen them, fewer still had lived to tell the tale. Yet here they were; a fleet thirty strong, making for the Lumere.

Ata owned a priceless treasure, taken from the only imperial ship our fleet had ever managed to capture. It was a long bronze tube with a polished piece of glass at either end. If you looked through one end, it made things far away appear closer. If Ata had ever found out that I had been sneaking out with it, he would have made me regret that I had ever been born.

I peered through the telescope at the incoming ships. Their tanned crews scurrying about the decks, stowing sails and breaking out oars. As they drew nearer I could see only a few weapons. Perhaps they wouldn't attack.

These were the demons that haunted our dreams. Everyone knew the stories. The Empire sacrificed young maidens to their dark sea-god, and devoured infants as part of the Pact. This was how they gained the arcane lore to build their great ships; ships that could outrun anything else on the waves. Only the wind could keep pace with those unholy hulls. Mothers would use the tales to scare their children into obedience. "Be good or the sea-reavers will come and spirit you away." "Be good or the sea-reavers will make a dinner out of you." "Be good or the sea-reavers will come and make plaything for their demon-god!"

From the watchtowers on the sea-wall (which were almost as high as we were) came a sound that had not been heard in years, the alarm bell. The great bronze bell; three times the height of a man, sat atop the eastern tower, and on a good day was capable of giving off a peal that could be heard for more than ten leagues. With a slow steady beat, it warned of incoming storms from the sea, which were frequent during the summer. Now, two frantic guards with hammers beat on it for all they were worth; pounding out a staccato rhythm of fear.

The city suddenly exploded with activity. Below us was a boiling beehive of people running to safety or to arms. In the harbor, our triremes began casting off less than half crewed. We watched, wondering who would reach the gate first. Suddenly, a loud piercing whistle arose from the palace. Moments later, for the first time in my life; the gates of the Lumere slowly, ponderously, swung shut.

I turned the telescope to see the king race from the palace in his chariot; Ata, the chiefs and king's advisors close behind. We watched as the royal party wound its way through the city to the harbor at breakneck speed. So intent were they in their race to the harbor that many people had to dive out of the way to avoid being trampled.

Turning my attention back to the incoming fleet I saw that all but two of the imperial ships had dropped sail and come to a halt about a mile short of the walls. One ship continued in towards the Lumere under oar, while the second turned under sail toward Iulia, the sacred isle, three miles down the coast. Would they desecrate the isle by setting foot there? Would they sack the temple; which stood unoccupied and undefended on all but the holiest days? These were the kind of sacrileges that the sea-reavers were known for.

The ship approached under oar, coming to a halt about a hundred feet shy of the sea-gate. Curiously, there was no fire from the walls as I would have expected, however, the guards looked as though they were ready to bury the ship under a hail of arrows. On the bow of the ship stood a man in a gleaming bronze helmet, who appeared to be shouting up to the guards. Sadly, this happened over a mile away, so we couldn't hear anything that was said.

This entire time Amana had been whining at me to let her look. I finally relented, warning that if she dropped it, I'd pitch her from the temple and see if she could learn to fly. Fortunately, I've always had very sharp eyes. The king and his entourage must have reached the harbor because the royal galley was pulling away from the docks and heading for the Lumere, where ten other triremes had formed a barricade just inside the gate.

The royal galley pulled up to the sea-gate and stopped; moments later the imperial ship crept forward until both ships sat only a few feet apart, on either side of the gate. All things seemed to come to a halt at that point, so I looked off toward Iulia as the other ship sailed around it once and headed back to join its companions. I could see the truth of the legends. The speed of the ship was such that it practically skimmed the waves, making the trip to the island and back in less than half the time of our fastest craft.

"I can't hear what they're saying;" said Amana excitedly, "let's go down there."

"Closer to those barbarians is the last place in the world we need to be;" I replied with exasperation. "Don't worry, Ata will tell us all about it, he always does. Now shut up and give me back the telescope."

"But it's still my turn... ," she whined.

"It's an awfully long drop."

She pouted and handed the tube back. No one goes through life without accumulating a list of regrets which weigh on us. Looking back over nearly a hundred and thirty-six centuries, my greatest regret is not having been a better sister.

We watched for over an hour as the king and the man in the gleaming helmet spoke heatedly from either side of the gate. Finally, the imperial ship backed away, came about and put up her sails. A great cheer went up throughout the city as the entire fleet raised their sails and turned about, gathering speed on the wind. They departed as quickly as they had come; disappearing over the horizon like ghosts. The relief of the city was palpable, there would be no war today. Our greatest enemy had come right up to the city gates, and left without firing a shot.

Ata didn't come home till very late that night. When he did, he wouldn't speak of the conversation between the king and the man from the Empire; not even to Ama (mother). He just sat in his chair all night stroking his beard, looking grim. The next day he was gone early, his armour and weapons with him. Ultimately, we had to resort to prying information out of the sailors who had been there. Very few, it seemed, wished to speak of it. Finally we were able to piece together that our last three allies, the cities of Xiana, Wat and Ngoro-tai had all switched allegiance to the Empire. All trade to Katai was now cut off. We were alone.

Even at the tender age of ten, I knew that trade was quite literally, the life-blood of the city. Our kingdom was mountainous with little farmable land; and since its founding, the city of Katai had swollen to more than half a million people. Even with fishing, we couldn't produce enough food for everyone. To add insult to injury; with foreign trade suspended, much of the population would be out of work.

Two days later the king announced the embargo; the effect was immediate. Half the population started screaming for war against Xiana and Ngoro-tai, our nearest neighbors; the other half rioted in the streets. The king called for calm in the city but his words fell on deaf ears. Finally he was forced to call out the army to quell the riots. The mood of the city became somber and listless; like a condemned man, resigned to his fate, just waiting for the axe to fall.

Ata and the other advisors remained with the king for nearly a week in council. Ama, Amana and I spent the entire time out with our household servants buying what foods and necessities we could before the price gouging became too bad. We all knew how to fish and Ata had taught me to use a bow (he even had one made for me that I could draw, albeit with some difficulty), so we knew that we weren't likely to starve when times started to get lean. Katai was built around the mouth of a large river, and as such, had an excellent fresh water supply. Food-stores however, were a different issue. Sadly, the thought of a complete embargo hadn't been seriously entertained in perhaps centuries. Without a more or less constant flow of ships coming in, the city had enough food-stores to last less than six months. Times would get lean; we simply could not have imagined just how lean they would get.

Finally, after days of being sequestered, Ata returned home. Sadly it was not to be for long. The decision had been made to go to war and the preparations were already under way. That night as Amana and I were laying in bed (pretending sleep) I heard Ata telling Ama that there would be raids against Ngoro-tai's shipping first to bolster our supplies before an all out attack on Xiana. The fleet was almost ready and the shipyard was stepping up production.

The next day, our family went to pray and make sacrifices at the temple of Lumis for a safe voyage and successful endeavor. Lumis was god of the sea, of sailors and patron of desperate situations. If ever a situation needed his help, this was it.

A great bull was slaughtered and Ata was washed in its blood, his armour and weapons likewise washed. The high priest read the entrails, with the proclamation that not only would the war be short and decisive, but that Ata had found favor in the eyes of Lumis and that his bloodline would be carried until the end of the world and after. With that,.our entire household was blessed. Ata and the priests then took some of the blood down to the harbor to bless his ship. I desperately wanted to go with them and watch, but only men were allowed to witness this ceremony.

Ata's ship was the first to receive such blessing, for the king had ordered that the high priest be taken out to Iulia on that ship to pray for our people at the temple there. Amana and I had friends among the city guards, so we were able to get onto the seawall and watch as his ship slipped out through the Lumere, dipped all one hundred and twenty oars to into the water and slowly gathered speed toward for the island. They would beach the ship there overnight, but the only one who would leave the ship and actually touch the island was the high priest. The entire crew would stay on board and wait for the next tide to carry them free. From atop the arch of the Lumere we dropped flowers for Ata and the crew as they slowly left the harbor and seemingly inched their way into open water. Ata looked up at us through his telescope, smiled and blew us a kiss. A couple of the crew followed suit earning what sounded like some rather harsh words from Ata, though we couldn't quite make out what he was saying. We would have waited for him all night up on the Lumere, but the tower guards shooed us off not long after the ship made land on Iulia.

Ata returned the next morning a few hours before dawn. I was awakened by the muffled groans and hushed cursing of him bumping into things in the dark. He was a giant of a man for the time period, towering a little over six feet in height, and he never did learn to be stealthy. I lay in bed and listened as he undressed and joined Ama in bed. Then I tried (unsuccessfully) to NOT listen as they said their own private good-byes.

The fleet sailed later that day on the afternoon tide. It seemed like the entire city turned out to see them off, and the mood was celebratory. Katai was going to strike a resounding blow at the enemy. The Empire would soon learn that this kingdom was still a force to be reckoned with. Every ship in Katai had been pressed into service, more than three hundred and fifty in all. We accompanied Ata to his ship on the overcrowded docks. He kissed Ama until Amana and I were ready to be sick, then embracing us said; "Maia, Amana, listen to your ama. I'm counting on you two to help her. If you're good, and say all your prayers, I'll bring you each a present."

With that he turned and climbed aboard his ship. King Iliak's ship was already pulling away from the dock. This time, the three of us: Ama, Amana and I, raced to the top of the seawall to watch from the Lumere as his ship set sail. For as long as we had them, we dropped flowers on every ship as it passed under the arch and raised sails. It was a truly awe-inspiring sight to see such a massive fleet all setting off at once and sailing down the coast. As they disappeared over the horizon I had to wonder how many of them would return. One look at the expression on Ama's face told me that she was thinking the same thing.

Life went on in Katai; day followed day and night followed night as we waited for word of the fleet and the war. With King Iliak at sea, the city was run by queen Itsiyina. Ama was the Queen's cousin, so we had the royal family at the house frequently. They seemed to delight in throwing the young prince and me together and my embarrassment as they spoke of betrothal. I liked prince Ilimak, but not in that way. He was infuriatingly immature. He wore shoes topped in highly polished silver plates. I thought they looked hideous when I first saw them. My opinion went downhill when I caught him using them to try and peek up my dress. It took a couple of "accidents" with the soot bucket before he got the message and stopped wearing them.

Every chance Amana and I got, we would spend atop the temple of Lumis, watching the horizon for some sign of sails. My greatest fear was that the next sails we saw would be the enemy's. There were several powerful storms that summer. Every time we heard the alarm bell warn of an incoming storm, Ama became a nervous wreck. Amana and I spent whole days trying to calm and console both Ama and the queen. When we weren't at home helping Ama, we were at the palace learning to read and write. From the age of ten, I spent much of my time there, learning the ways of the court and helping the queen with weaving.

Summer passed and turned into early fall when the first ships returned. Ama, Amana and I had gone beyond the city walls to a semi-secluded cove to go fishing and to dive for pearls. Amana wasn't a very good swimmer, so while she worked a net in the shallows, Ama and I stripped down and went diving. After our third or forth dive, we came up to find Amana jumping up and down in the surf, screaming and pointing out to sea. I turned reflexively to look. At first we didn't see anything, being only a couple of inches above the water, but as we were lifted up on the next wave we could see sails, a lot of them.

I'd never seen Ama move so fast in all my life. She was half way back to shore before I realized that she wasn't next to me anymore. I headed back in with all the speed that I could muster from my ten-year-old arms and legs. By the time I reached the shore Ama and Amana were already dressed and impatient to go. I threw my dress on, grabbed Amana's net, handed Ama the two pearls I harvested and we sprinted back to the city.

As we ran down the beach I saw twelve of Katai's ships with what appeared to be an entire Ngoro trading fleet, thirty ships strong, in tow. We arrived at about the same time, Amana and I were about ready to die of exhaustion. Out of more than three hundred ships only twelve had returned, all of them showing signs of battle; Ata's ship was not one of them. Ama broke down on the spot and it took us a while to get her home and settled.

Later that evening I went to the docks in search of news. The docks were flooded with people unloading the captured ships. Finally, I managed to find someone I knew, a ship captain who was a friend of my Ata's. I was relieved to the point of tears to hear that Ata and the king were alive and well. The fleet had stalked the sea-lanes near Ngoro-tai for more than a month before finally beginning attacks. They had come upon a small trading fleet and had taken it with hardly a fight. The next fleet they encountered had been a large one under military escort. In the ensuing fight three ships had been lost and twelve damaged enough to force them to return home. King Iliak had ordered that the captured ships be brought home to Katai, unloaded and put into service under Katai's banner. With winter coming, the fleet would soon be home for the season, and then it would be on to Xiana.

Ama was overjoyed with the news, Ata was safe as recently as three weeks ago and would be home soon. Amana however, was inconsolable that Ata had not returned and cried herself to sleep that night. With the excitement, I was unable to get to sleep that night, so I slipped quietly out of the house.

Katai was a beautiful city during the day, but at night, with all the city lights burning, it could take your breath away. I walked for a while, just reveling in the idea of being out in the city alone after dark. As I wandered down along the docks, I started to get strange, and in some cases frightening looks from some of the men there. I began to realize that the docks weren't exactly the safest place for a girl to be after dark so I headed around the harbor to the seawall. I took the nearest set of stairs to the parapet but a little before the top I was stopped by a guard.

"What are you doing up here young lady?" he asked gruffly.

I hadn't seen him standing there and nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of his voice. "J-just going for a walk;" I stammered, "I wanted to sit on the wall for a while."

He glowered down at me; "A little young to be walking the wall at night aren't you?" He looked me up and down, "Judging by the way you're dressed, you don't appear to need the money, so take my advice and go home before you get yourself into trouble. Or if you really must, the sailors and dockhands will take anything, even a slip of a girl like you. Trust me, you don't want to be up here at this hour."

"But-but..."

"No buts!" He said angrily. "I've got better things to do tonight than look after a little girl who doesn't know where she ought not to be, now stand aside! Ladies, right this way."

I turned to see two attractive young women standing on the stair behind me. Bare from the waist up, they were wearing even less than I was. In those times it was customary for a woman to leave her right breast exposed; but with the exceptions of swimming and bathing, topless generally meant one thing. So this is what he had been talking about. The wall suddenly became just as alarming as the docks. The two prostitutes eyed me up and down with an irritated look. As they made their way past me on the stair one of them said to me; "This is our walk tonight little girl. Come back when you get some curves and we'll talk." I beat a hasty retreat.

I still wanted to find a place where I could watch the moon on the water. Making my way back into the city I headed for the temple of Lumis. The temple was about five hundred feet tall, so by the time I got to the top of the stairs I was breathing heavy and not paying attention. Stepping up onto the capstone I almost tripped over another business girl servicing a client. I beat another hasty retreat before they had much of a chance to notice me. The night was a washout, so I wound my way back home and snuck back into my bed.

Nobody noticed my late night excursion, and I didn't intend to mention it. With any luck there would be more, and there were. In fact, sneaking out at night sort of became a hobby, not to mention it was the only way that I could get any time to myself. I explored the city by night, with both caution and gusto. I was free, unfettered. Any night that was clear, I would climb the steps to the top of the great temple and sit for hours watching the moonlight on the sea; wondering what it would be like to be out on the sea on such a night. Usually, if I managed to get there first, the ladies of the night would take their patrons elsewhere. Sometimes I was the one who got chased off, and sometimes none of us would budge and we did our best to ignore each other's presence.

The fleet began returning home in groups of twenty to thirty, every few days. Each group towing no less than ten captured ships. With the food cargo alone, our stores would be extended an additional six months. Each time a group of ships would return Ama, Amana and I would hurry down to see if Ata's ship was among them, and begging the incoming ships for information when he wasn't.

About ten days before the start of winter, word reached our home that ships had been seen inbound. We dropped what we were doing and raced to the harbor. We got there just as the king's galley rowed in under the arch, Ata's ship just behind. A tremendous cheer went up throughout the city. Katai had struck back hard against those who had betrayed us, depriving Ngoro-tai of much needed supplies, ships and men. In all, the action cost us fifteen ships and about eight hundred men.

As promised, Ata brought us presents. For Ama, he brought a solid gold vase that was taller than I was and a bolt of the most beautiful cloth we had ever seen. Never in my life had I seen such a rich shade of green (and judging by the look on Ama's face, neither had she). I simply could not wait to see it made into a dress for her. Done right, the queen herself would turn a matching shade in envy. Ama could be queenly in her own right, and with this she could dress the part. Lastly he brought out a huge blanket, twice the size of their bed, made of the thickest, softest, most heavenly looking fur. Now I was green with envy. With winter sailing in through the Lumere as we spoke, pulling up to port and asking for a long term berth it was getting downright COLD at night. For Amana he brought a bolt of cloth identical to Ama's to start her dowry and a full length polished silver mirror. For me Ata pulled out of his bag a bolt of cloth that made Ama's almost look common. It was a material that none of us had ever seen. It was light yet very strong. The surface of it actually shined, almost as if polished. It was as smooth as polished marble yet as soft as water, and it was a shade of blue that you could fall into and keep falling forever, the color itself was almost luminescent. Much to my disappointment this cloth was for my dowry, not to be made into the most beautiful dress in all the world... yet.

As I was busy trying to squeeze my eyeballs back into their sockets, I barely registered Ata saying that he had one more thing for me. I hugged the cloth, I loved the cloth but as he pulled the next item out of one of his bags I dropped it onto the dirty floor and forgot that I had ever seen it. I stood there and stared for I don't know how long with my jaw agape. Finally I gathered the courage to reach up with a trembling hand and take the item that he held out for me; trying not to drop it, my eyes suddenly filled up with tears. In my hand sat a polished metal tube, a little longer than one of my arms. It was slightly larger at one end than the other and had a polished piece of glass at each end. At first I couldn't understand why he would give me his priceless telescope, and then I realized that the tube in my hand appeared to be made of solid gold, not bronze.

Ata noticed my bewilderment and said; "It's actually bronze. We don't know how, but they found a way to cover one metal with another. It's almost like a paint, but much thinner and smoother."

"But how did you come by it?" I asked, still confused. "Shouldn't this have gone to the king?"

Ata chuckled; "Actually, we found three. One of the trade convoys we took included an imperial ship. While I came up from her starboard stern, Iliak charged in from mid port. The captain turned hard to avoid being rammed by Iliak and turned right into me. We almost cut her in half when we hit. Then Iliak pulled up along-side and we stormed the ship."

"Even with their ship sinking under them, the Atlanteans fought like demons, we lost three men for every one of theirs, but in the end we managed to take the ship. I had most of the crew break out axes and cut her loose before she dragged us down with her while the rest quickly searched the ship for anything salvageable. We found these in a locked box in the captain's cabin. Judging from the looks of them, and from the box they were in, we think that they were meant as a gift to the king of Ngoro-tai. I figured that if it was good enough for a king, then it was good enough for my first-born. Iliak agreed and sends his compliments. As much as you like scanning the horizon from up on the temple, I figured that this would come in handy."

I didn't know what to say, I gave him a huge hug, grabbed my telescope and my sister and dashed for the door. We hadn't gotten three steps when Ama spoke up behind us.

"Ah-hem;" she said, "before you disappear, you have chores to finish." You know, sometimes being a kid sucks.

I wasn't able to get out for the rest of the day so I snuck out that night bundled up in my cloak and went to my usual haunt. I arrived to find the top already occupied by a single man wearing a cloak. I figured he was just waiting for his favorite lady to arrive. Well, I wasn't going to be chased off tonight. Fortunately, he was on the side facing away from the harbor, so I sat on the top step on the harbor side and scanned the moonlit ocean. The scene was beautiful, albeit limited. It didn't take too long to see all that could be seen by the moonlight, so I sat there for a bit just wondering what to do. Suddenly, in a flash of inspiration, I raised the telescope to the skies.

I must pause here a moment learned reader and tell you that there are no words which can accurately describe the awe, majesty and sublime beauty of dancing among the stars through a telescope. So I will not attempt to do so here. Here, at the dawn of the twenty-first century, such sights are well known, thirteen and a half thousand years ago they were inconceivable.

I lay on my back and walked among the heavens for a while, seeing more stars than I ever knew existed. As I was dancing among the craters on the moon I heard the man on the other side of the platform walking over to me. I sat up, prepared to dash down the stairs when I looked at him, and my blood froze in my veins.

"When I arrived, one of the dock workers mentioned having seen you here and on the docks on a number of nights." Ata said as he sat down next to me. "I thought he must have been mistaken. What would my little Maia be doing in such places after dark, and alone at that?"

"Ata, I..."

"Don't." He said sounding very disappointed. "Don't make up excuses. The city is no place for a girl of your age to be wandering alone after dark. I'm just glad you had the sense not to drag your sister along."

I managed to work up the courage to look him in the eye and speak. "That's why I do it Ata. This is the only chance I get to have some time to myself. I only went to the docks the first time. I stay away from the harbor at night now. Most of the time, I just come here. Occasionally the working girls chase me off so I go wandering a bit, but I'm careful and stay out of sight and not talk to anyone. I've spent most nights since you left up here watching, waiting for you to come home."

Ata sighed and laid his hand on my shoulder. "Maia I taught you to be free-willed and intelligent, but I thought I also taught you to be wise. Someday I am going to give you to away as some lucky mans wife, but to do so, I have to keep you pure. I can't do that with you wandering about the city alone at night. Have you any idea how dangerous these little excursions of yours are?"

I hung my head and replied; "Yes Ata."

"I'm not telling you to stop." He said. "Just take one of the servants with you from now on; and your sister is never, I repeat, NEVER to hear of your nighttime strolls, do you hear me?"

I nodded silently, too ashamed to say any more, yet overjoyed that he wasn't going to make me stop.

From under his cloak Ata pulled his own telescope. "Now what was it that had you so enraptured when I caught you?" He asked lying on his back.

We spent the next couple of hours exploring the heavens together. Apparently the concept of turning it skyward had never really occurred to him either. We finally left our perch a couple hours after midnight to sneak back into our beds, but Ata returned with me every few nights through out the winter. He taught me what he knew of the heavens, of stars and planets and constellations as together we learned more through our telescopes. There, on the top of the temple, standing on the nausca, Ata taught to me things forbidden to women; the arts of celestial navigation.

When one is learning to run a household one cannot help but learn numbers and higher figuring, but the things Ata taught me were fiendishly difficult, especially for a girl of ten. Ata said the fact that I was able to understand it at all was a testament to how bright I was. He was always trying to make me blush.

One night as he was giving me lessons I was having a hard time concentrating. Ata noticed that I seemed troubled and sat down beside me.

"What's on your mind girl?" He asked softly.

It took me a few moments to realize exactly what it was that I was having difficulty with. Finally I was able to articulate it.

"Why do this for me Ata? Why take the risk?" I asked; the words coming to me at last. "This is one of the greatest gifts you have ever given me and nothing could ever make me feel ungrateful for it, but you know the penalties for doing such a thing. And how could I let you put yourself at risk for it. I mean, here we sit on top of the very temple of Lumis discussing things that are forbidden to me. Why hasn't Lumis struck us down for the blasphemy? I think what I'm saying is that learning this, and here of all places, scares me."

Ata looked at me with a look that I simply could not interpret, almost as if he was trying to decide something. He looked at me like that for several moments and then closed his eyes and sighed.

"Maia," he said; "do you remember the day before I left? The day I took the high priest to Iulia?"

I nodded.

"We set down on the beach and waited, it is forbidden for any but him and the high priestess of Anais to set foot there." He continued. "The prayer he was sent to perform should have only taken a few minutes no more, yet he was gone for several hours. When he returned he had a haunted look about him and I feared the worst for the war, but he reassured me that that was not the issue which troubled him so. After we returned to the harbor he asked me to accompany him back here to the temple so we could talk in private. Down below, in his room, he told me what he had seen that had him worried."

"You see, in the temple on Iulia is a pool where the gods themselves are said to bathe. The water in the pool is holy beyond the understanding of man. If a person were to touch just a single drop of the water while praying fervently, then the gods are quite likely to respond. But if you are not cautious and quite specific in your prayer, then fate will tend to stick its hand in and twist and pervert the prayer; and while your prayer would be answered, that answer could turn into bitter ashes. This is why only the high priest and priestess, the wisest people in the kingdom are permitted to set foot there."

"He said his prayer as he had gone there to do, but before he had a chance to get up off his knees he felt an overpowering presence there with him and he was forced to kneel even lower; almost into the pool. The way he described it wasn't so much like he was pushed down but as if someone had taken over his person and forced him to look deep into the water; and what he saw there terrified and saddened him to the depth of his soul."

"When he looked into the water he saw a young woman; you, in a few years. You were on a large ship, similar to imperial design. The ship was far out on the ocean, weeks maybe months from land; and you were alone. You were on a ship large enough to be crewed by sixty or eighty men but there was only you, alone upon the sea, trying to find land. I could tell that there was more that he wasn't telling me, but it is actually at his insistence that I am teaching you these things. He told me that your journey would be terribly long and difficult and that you would need to learn everything that I can teach you and more; everything that you are capable of learning in order to find your way."

"Someday in the not to distant future you will go from here, I don't know when, I don't know why or where to, but there is nothing that I can do to prevent it. What I can do is to give you the knowledge to find your way home again. If time permits at the beginning of spring, I will begin teaching you to sail. If you were a little older, I would take you to Xiana and you would get all the sailing experience you would need on the trip there."

I didn't quite know what to say. This was the first time in my life that he had been that open and candid with me. My mind was still numb from what he had told me. I couldn't quite wrap my young brain around the idea that the high priest had had a strong and profound vision about me. These are the kind of things that make young children lay awake at night afraid of what's under the bed.

Finally I was able to think enough to ask; "Does Ama know?"

"Are you kidding?" Ata chuckled. "If she ever heard what I just told you she'd bundle you up and pack you off to the cloister of Anais up in the mountains! She'd hide you so well, the gods themselves wouldn't be able to find you!"

We laughed till we cried and returned to our beds a little before dawn. I knew that no matter what happened, one way or another I'd be all right. Sadly the winter became too cold to spend many nights out, but any night Ata was home, I could be found by his side till late in the evening learning everything he could teach me. I could see by her expression that Ama did not approve of much of what Ata was teaching me. I even heard them argue about it a few times, each argument ending with Ata putting his foot down and saying that I would learn everything that could be crammed into my head and that was final. Ama was not happy about this at all and attempted to fill my days and nights with chores so that I wouldn't have time to learn things that were not a woman's place. She even resorted to sending me to help other people with chores. One cold day, I had been sent to help the queen with weaving. Ata merely had a word with Iliak. The next thing I knew, there were royal guards sent to collect me. By the end of that winter I was exhausted, both physically and mentally.

All through the winter, Katai prepared for all out war against Xiana. Men poured in from the outlying towns, villages and farms; swelling the population to unbearable levels. The public squares became training grounds for young men and boys who had never handled anything more than a sickle or a cattle prod. When they weren't training they were cutting and hauling lumber for the shipyard. The shipyard was a madhouse, tripling its normal production and refitting the captured ships as troop transports.

Spring came late that year, but come it finally did. By the time spring found Katai, I was eleven, as tall as Ama, and still growing. I was already taller than anyone else my age and stronger than most of the boys that I knew. With Ata's blood in my veins, I would eventually grow to be almost as tall as he was.

In the end there was no time for Ata to teach me sailing as he had wished. A week after the winds changed the army was loaded onto the ships and the fleet set sail. Again, the entire city turned out to send the fleet off. King Iliak had his galley rowed out to the center of the harbor. We watched as he climbed the mast to the lookout so that he could address the assembled crowd.

"Children of Katai hear me!" He roared across the water. Iliak was a large man himself, and I think everyone within a mile of the docks heard his voice. "Children of Katai, for we are all children of Katai! Our mother has been slandered and forsaken by those whom we have hailed as friends for years beyond count. They have been seduced and debauched by the demons of the sea. They thought that they could betray us and walk away; that in her old age Katai would be too weak to respond! We have shown Ngoro-tai that Katai is as young as she ever was! Today we set out to show Xiana the full measure of our anger. Many years ago we razed most of Xiana to the ground. Today we will show them that we still have such strength! We shall teach them once again why we ruled the sea clear to the Dark Continent. We shall strike such a blow as will be felt clear to the throne of Atlantis, and we will drive those sea demons from our waters once and for all!"

The city went wild. From the queen to the lowliest dockworker the mood was absolutely jubilant. As Iliak climbed down from the mast Ata kissed us all goodbye and his ship pushed off. Again his ship followed the king's out through the Lumere, sent off with heavy fanfare. As Ata's ship was approaching the arch I heard his voice over the crowd. He was holding up his telescope and pointing up to the watchtower above the Lumere.

"Watch for my return from there by day or the nausca by night!" He yelled.

"Just be sure to come back before Ama marries me off!" I yelled back. Ama got a chuckle out of that and yelled across to him; "You DID teach her wisdom!"

And with that he was gone. There were too many people on the arch for us to have gone up there to see him off but every ship that passed under the arch put to sea under a blizzard of flowers. There were so many ships that it took till early evening for them all to put to sea. The harbor had been so full that you could have walked across it and never gotten wet. The three of us raced to the temple and managed to find a spot amongst the throng there where we could watch the fleet disappear over the horizon. I took out my telescope and passed it around to Ama and Amana so that they could watch, but when Ama got hold of it she didn't give it back until they were gone.

Once again the days began to creep by. When Ama didn't have us up to our ears in chores I could usually be found up in the watchtower looking out over the horizon, waiting for a sign. The tower guards grudgingly tolerated and eventually came to appreciate my presence. I was someone different to talk to, and they realized that my telescope could be an advantage. Any clear night that I could sneak out I would make my way up to the nausca to watch the stars. I nearly always had it to myself those days as the city had been virtually emptied of men when the fleet sailed.

Spring faded into summer and the city fell quietly into the rhythm of warfare. One of the chores that Ama had me doing was helping the fletchers. Over that summer I fletched more arrows than I care to remember. When not helping the fletchers I was busy using many of the shafts that I had helped to feather. Queen Itsiyina had ordered that all persons above the age of ten practice at archery for one hour every day. My skill with the bow had been passable before; but with enforced practice it improved dramatically. By the end of the summer I had even outgrown my bow.

When not otherwise occupied I dove for pearls, learned of cooking, herbalism and medicine, wove with Ama and the queen, served at the palace; the list went on and on. It was the busiest summer that I had ever spent. I wasn't able to get away often and Ama did everything in her power to keep it that way.

At first I hated archery practice, but began to love it when I met Anai. Anai was a year older than I was and we hit it off famously. We were about the same skill level with the bow and we both practiced as hard as we could to out-do the other. We were constantly teasing and cajoling each other to reach deeper and do better. It was for this reason alone that both he and I progressed as far as we did.

Anai and I became fast friends; he was in fact the first real friend that I'd ever had. I think that he was also the reason that Ama tried to keep me so busy that summer. He was the most adventurous spirit that I had ever met. He wasn't much to look at, being a little on the skinny side with constantly unruly black hair and a look in his eye that said that he was up to something. Any time that I could get away from Ama, we could be found together. We hunted together, fished together, swam together.

Summer finally passed into fall and one night in late September I decided to show Anai my secret hiding place. Sneaking out a little after midnight with my cloak and my telescope, I made my way down to his house in the merchants quarter. I quietly tapped on his window a couple of times. Anai was a light sleeper, so it was no surprise to find him wide-awake when he opened the window.

"The gods themselves aren't even awake yet!" He said with a yawn. "What trouble can we get into at this hour?"

"Grab your cloak," I said. "I've got something to show you."

We wound our way through the streets to the temple of Lumis then took the long climb to the top. We reached to top to hear the moans of passion coming form the other side. Apparently not ALL the young men had set out with the fleet. Since they were on the other side a good fifty paces away, and it was a dark moonless night, we were able to ignore them, though Anai occasionally stole glances off in that direction.

"Maia," he said with a wry grin; "I like you a lot, but I just don't think our parents would approve of us getting married like that. Not that I'd object mind you, but aren't we a little..."

His sentence was cut short when I punched him in the arm so hard I almost knocked him down.

"One more remark like that," I said, smiling back; "and the next time we go swimming I'll drown you!" We stuck our tongues out at each other and laughed. I sat down on the top stair and invited Anai to join me.

"So what's so important that you had to drag me out of a warm bed at this ungodly hour?" He asked, joining me on the step.

I pointed to the seven sisters and asked; "How many stars are in that constellation?"

He gave me his best sarcastic look and replied; "Hmm, they're called the seven sisters, and I see seven stars. I'm gonna say seven."

"You sure about that?" I asked, as I pulled the telescope out from under my cloak.

"Pretty sure; yeah," he answered, nodding his head.

I handed him the tube and told him to point it at the stars and look through the small end. He held it up to his eye, started to say something and stopped.

"Mother of Lumis." He finally said; his voice barely a whisper. He started scanning the sky. "I never dreamed..."

He never did finish that sentence, and the rest of the night we said very little, we just sat there watching the stars. The lady and her friend eventually finished their tryst and left and the rest of the night was quiet. At some point we wrapped up in our cloaks and laid back on the obsidian top to get a better view straight up.

The next thing I knew I heard a bird chirp. We both sat bolt upright. We had fallen asleep and it was now false dawn. The sun would be coming up in just a few minutes. My heart flew into my throat, if Ama found that I'd been out all night (not to mention with a boy) there would be nine kinds of hell to pay. I grabbed my telescope and was about to dash down the stairs when Anai grabbed me and spun me around.

"Maia, I've been wanting to do this for a long time," he said. He pulled me close, leaned in and kissed me. I closed my eyes and melted into him. His lips were warm and soft, and the feeling was exquisite. I was walking on air; so happy that my toes were curling. Sadly, reality intruded and the feeling of panic returned.

"I've got to go," I said, disentangling myself from him. He grinned sheepishly at me and nodded. Turning, we took two steps down the stairs when something caught my eye. I stopped to look out to the horizon. Anai got a few more steps before he realized that I wasn't with him anymore. He turned and came back up. He looked at me and then turned to look out to the horizon as well.

"I thought I saw something out there," I said.

Anai stepped back up to the top and said; "Then your eyes must be playing tricks on the both of us, because I think I see something too!"

I joined him at the top and looked again. There it was again, just the faintest hint of movement on the horizon. I took out the telescope out again and brought it to my eye. Even with the telescope, the object was still just a slight disturbance on the horizon; but after a few minutes it grew into a sail. We passed the tube back and forth and watched in astonishment and glee as the sail was joined by another, and another, about fifty ships in all came over the horizon and made for the harbor. As the light grew and the ships came closer, I could identify them as being Kataian galleys. Part of the fleet was returning. I jumped for joy and hugged Anai and gave him a big kiss.

I took one last look through the telescope scanning the incoming ships to see if Ata's was among them. They were too far out for me to identify individual ships but I could tell that they were under full sail and full oar. It looked as though after a long sea voyage, they had decided to race each other to the harbor now that it was in site. The group started to break up and string out, several of them taking a large lead.

"That must be the rest of them." Anai said.

I looked up to see what he was talking about. Following his gaze back to the horizon I could see more sails there, many more.

"Umm, Anai; we've got to go," I said as gripped my scope and nearly flew down the stairs; "right now!"

The reason for the fleet's race to the Lumere had suddenly come into focus. It wasn't a merely a race at all, but a desperate sprint for survival. The sails which we had thought to be the rest of the fleet were in fact a fleet of imperial ships; several hundred of them.

We were half way down the steps when the guards in the watchtower saw the danger and rang the alarm bell. When we reached the bottom I yelled at Anai, "Get your bow! I'll meet you on the wall by the watchtower! Run!"

I was nearly exhausted by the time I made it to my house. The city had come alive with panic and it was difficult to get anywhere without being trampled. As I sprinted into the house I caught sight of Ama and Amana looking petrified.

"What's happening, why is the bell ringing?" Ama asked; her eyes wide with fear.

"The fleet's come home," I yelled back as I quickly stashed the telescope and grabbed my bow and quiver. "But they're not alone! It looks like the entire Empire is right behind them!"

With that, I sprinted out the door and down to the harbor. I saw several columns of smoke coming from somewhere out past the sea wall and knew that the battle had begun. It seemed to take forever to force my way through to the harbor and around to the wall. By the time I finally made it to the top I thought that I would drop dead at any second. My legs and lungs were on fire like they had never been before.

The parapet was complete pandemonium; people rushing this way and that, carrying weapons of every variety trying to find a place to defend. I could hear screams from out on the water. Thirty ships were completely engulfed in flames, mostly ours, but some of theirs as well. Three of our ships had been boarded and the crews were being slaughtered, and twenty-five ships were racing for the harbor with hell right on their heels.

As the first ship made it in under the Lumere a cheer went up through the harbor and from the wall. Anai had found me and we nocked arrows and waited for the enemy to get closer. I heard a clatter beside us and turned to see a group of guards going down the line of archers on the wall, dropping a large bag of arrows between every other person. Stooping down I grabbed two bundles from the bag and untied them; leaning them against the wall for Anai and myself.

The second ship made it in through the Lumere and another cheer went up. By now I was so scared that I was about ready to wet myself. I was trembling so hard that I could hardly handle the arrows. A third ship made it in and I stood up and prepared once more. The imperial ships were closing the gap fast but twenty-five ships managed to make it in. By about the twenty-third ship, the enemy had come into range. I took aim at the lead ship, drew and held. Finally a voice yelled, "shoot", and ten thousand arrows took flight. In my nervousness I held my arm wrong and the string took off a layer of skin or two on my forearm. The pain was enough to snap me out of my fear. I immediately grabbed another arrow, drew it to its full, aimed and released.

A few arrows started coming back; I heard a scream next to me and turned to see the man next to me staggering, an arrow in his eye. An arrow skipped off the wall right between Anai and me. I tried to keep my mind on what needed to be done. The men in the ships needed us if they were going to make it home. I reloaded, drew, aimed and released, again and again until I could hardly draw my bow anymore. As the last ship made it in under the arch, the trimarans turned and headed out of range. A triumphant shout went up from the wall. I turned to see the ships that had made it home and found that Ata's had been the last one in, and she was badly damaged.

The dreaded enemy had come once again to our very doorstep, and this time it looked as though they came for dinner. With a tremendous groan, the Lumere slowly swung shut once again.