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Coffee to the Woods

Author’s note: It’s taken a while to get a working idea, but this is what I came up with. You better enjoy it.

It was a stroke of unfathomable luck; how this entire situation occurred. Lying here, thinking about it, I was glad it happened.

I had been sitting in a café, alone, sorting through some bills and debts. It was nothing major, but nonetheless, I had to deal with it. I wasn’t a big spender which was good considering how little money I had. However, I still found the entire ordeal tedious at best and decided a short toilet break would suffice. Thinking, wrongly, t

hat my seat would be untouched, I left for the restroom.

I let out a low groan as I relieved myself in the stall whilst doing a few calculations in my head. Zipping back my trousers, I washed my hands and aimed to return to my seat. However, when I got there, I found my seat occupied and my papers brushed to the side.

There sat a woman, I’d estimate in her early 40s, quietly but confidently sipping away at her cup of coffee. I cleared my throat to get her attention.

“Something the matter?” She asked flippantly. As if she didn’t know, I muttered mentally.

“That’s my seat. And those were my papers.” I explained, masking the irritation in my voice, barely.

“That’s ok; I won’t bother you.” She said simply. I ground my teeth. I took a seat across her and grabbed my papers and began sorting them again.

“Seems like you’re in a bit of financial problems,” she teased. This time, I wasn’t going to sit back and take it. I’m a man, damn it! I looked up at her and she smiled mischievously. I guess she looked kind of cute but it didn’t change the fact that I was pissed off.

“Look lady, since you’ve taken my seat, you’ve not even apologised. On top of that, you’re just pissing me right off with that attitude. If you weren’t a woman, I’d…I’d” I stumbled there, partly because of what I was going to say next and partly because of my need for air.

“What would you do, young man?” She asked in a mocking serious tone. I stood up and slammed my hand down on the table. There were few others in the café and they seemed dead to the world around them.

“Stop fucking with me, lady! Why are you even here?” I didn’t expect her response though.

“You get so cute when you’re angry.” Thrown off course by that, I was silenced. I sat down again and regrouped my thoughts. Cute, huh? I decided to check her out subtly as she concentrated on drinking her coffee.

She had a nice face, but really big round glasses which detracted from it. Her hair was a startling red and curly, coming past her shoulders. Over the years, she’d put on some weight but I didn’t mind; it kind of suited her. Looking down, she had a busty chest to compliment her curvy body- at least D sized but because of her age, they had sagged. Either that, or she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Below that, she had a bit of a gut too but it was nothing compared to her chest. However, I wasn’t just satisfied with just a top inspection. I decided to ‘drop’ my pen under the table in frustration and huffed when I did. I knelt down and picked it up, catching a good look at her thick legs up to the hem of her skirt.

“See anything you like?” I shot up, hitting my head on the underside of the table. I got out from under the table and glared daggers at her. She was toying with me.

“Don’t give me that look, young man. I understand you must be stressed with your bills. I can help you.” I raised an eyebrow in distrust.

“What are you? One of those loans’ people?” She laughed off my suspicion as if it were nothing. Then she grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me close.

“I didn’t mean that kind of relief.” She let me go and winked. She sipped down the last of her coffee before promptly getting up.

“Well, are you coming?” She motioned for me to follow. I don’t know at the time what made me do it, but I quickly bunched up all my papers in my hands and went after her.

Outside, she opened the door to her Red PT cruiser and I took initiative and letting myself in the passenger seat. It was a manual car which was surprising in this day and age but I was soon to find out the true reason for that.

We departed in silence and off into the main road. After some period of awkward silence, she broke the ice.

“So aren’t you curious? What tension I plan to relieve for you?” Many thoughts raced through my head. What was I thinking, allowing myself to be driven off with a stranger? However, she was a shorter woman than I, and looking at her body, I surmised that I was the stronger and quicker of the two, not to mention the power of youth on my side.

“Aren’t you a little scared?” She toyed with me. I grinned and rest my head back.

“Scared of a little old lady like you? Don’t fuck with me. So where are you taking me?” This time, she smirked back at me.

“It’s a secret!” She said in an all too girly voice, in order to taunt me. I didn’t question her anymore, but rather prepared myself for what was to come.

Some time after, we gradually began to leave civilisation as we passed fewer buildings as the road’s surface became rougher.

“Are you scared now?” She continued to taunt. I made a face but gave no reply. She chuckled and resumed driving. We approached a strange fork in the road, which she chose to take the path that led into the forest. Now, I finally began to get worried as we drove up the isolated area. What was she really planning?

Our journey came to end at an enclosing in the forest, where there was a conveniently placed cabin. I made for the door handle to get out of the car due to slight claustrophobia developed from being near this strange woman but found the door locked.

“Not so fast, darling! Let’s have a little fun first in here!” I eyed her suspiciously, my muscles tensed, ready to reach to whatever she would throw at me.

“Let’s play a little game! If you can get the keys off me, then I’ll let you out the car, yes?” She proposed, although I knew I could not decline. In a sense, it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. She took the keys out of the ignition and held them up. My open hand lunged at them, but she baited me. She tossed the keys in such a way that they landed on her bust.

“Here for the taking!” But I hesitated. It seemed inappropriate, despite her odd demeanour. “Can’t say I didn’t give you a chance,” she remarked before bouncing her boobs with her hands so that the keys slipped into her cleavage. She slapped her hands against her cheeks in mock shock.

“Oh no! What will you ever do?” She leaned forward now and smiled sinisterly. I leaned back slightly but she grabbed me by the shirt. “There’s only one way, darling.” I pushed her off though. Even if I couldn’t get out, as for some odd reason, this car lacked manual locks, I wished to get far away from this…oddity. I moved myself to the back seats, hoping she wouldn’t follow. Thankfully, she didn’t.

“Ah, you’re no fun. I’ll have to entertain myself then.” With that she started moving towards me, but stopped early on, where she was centred at the front. I gave her an odd expression; why stop at such an inconvenient place?

It soon became clear though; she lifted herself onto her knees, and slipped her hands under the hem of her skirt, pulling down her white panties.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I pointed at her incredulously. She chuckled in response.

“Don’t worry; I’ll wait for you to make the move.” She answered cryptically. I was getting more and more intimidated by this strange woman. Then she positioned the gear stick up her skirt, and I could see it stick out the front. It was then that she started sliding her body up and down the stick, effectively stroking her own pussy with it.

At first, I watched in disgust. But pretty soon, my disgust soon turned to awe, which rapidly became lust, evidence of that seen my own stick.

“Oh dear, it looks like I will have to make the first move.” She remarked in an eerily motherly way. She leaned across to the back of the car, and I edged away a bit, only to be reminded that there was nowhere for me to go.

She found her way to my crotch and deftly unzipped my pants, releasing my hard on; slipping my dick out of my boxers was easy as breathing for her. I did nothing to resist her; the way she touched it sent shivers through my body.

Her fingers wrapped around my member and she cooed softly as she gave a slight pinch to the bulb, causing a short, sharp intake in breath for me.

“Aw, isn’t it cute?” she remarked on my manhood. She slipped her hands past my shaft and placed my balls in the palm of her hands, lifting my dick up to her chin, as if it wasn’t erect enough. She flicked her tongue out, catching the tip ever so slightly before the contact was just as quickly cut off. My body reacted once more in sharp breaths.

She repeated the tongue teasing a few more times, lashing the bulb to great effect. My hands gripped the edge of the seat tighter and tighter in anticipation. I could barely choke out the words.

“What…are you doing?” Though it seemed a silly thing to say, it was all I could garner. She looked up at me, putting on an innocent face.

“I’m going to relieve your pain, silly!” she spoke in the simplest of manners. With that, her lips parted and I felt her warm breath surround the head of my dick. My entire body tensed to the point of discomfort. I felt her tongue grace my skin, but this time the contact was not so brief. Instead, it lazily dragged its way across the end of my dick, before attempting to bore into the opening. The sensation was extravagant.

I looked down at her and her eyes were focused on mine as opposed to what her mouth was on. In them, I could see something strange; almost as if she was looking for approval, but in a subtly mocking way. Then I felt her mouth clamp down on my bulb, squeezing it. Unprepared, I felt some pre-cum escape the tip and felt her tongue react, licking it away as suddenly.

She broke eye contact with me, and locked onto my manhood as she released it from her mouth. She tipped it to the side, exposing the shaft to her lips, which wrapped around it, secreting her warm saliva. Then she pulled out again, and did the exact same on the opposite side of the shaft, to my great pleasure. This technique was repeated several times; slow, long and torturously.

Finally, without warning, she moved her lips up from the shaft to the tip, and planted a kiss on the end of my urethra. Pulling my dick in, she dipped down rapidly, as my entire dick disappeared down her throat, only to resurface seconds later. The tempo changed as she swiftly bobbed her head up and down, her tongue slobbering all over my dick as the sides of her mouth and throat rubbed against my dick. My nails were now digging into the seats of the car, and subconsciously, I had thrust my hips forward so that she may better receive my member.

Naturally, with her expertise in this area, I couldn’t hold out for long. I could feel my balls preparing the fluid for release, the pressure building. But just like that, she changed her style again.

This time, she pulled out completely, a trail of spit and pre-cum oozed between my dick and her mouth, breaking off and slipping down her chin. She allowed it to remain there. Instead, she raised my dick further and lowered her mouth, exposing my balls to them. Twisting her head, her mouth gaping wide open, she accepted my scrotum into her mouth, sucking on it as if it were some delicate fruit. This action was finally too much for me, and I could hold myself no longer.

I felt the first burst blast stream over head, splattering across the back of the seat and her own back. Alerted to this, she raised her head quickly only to be met with another shot right into her glasses. She giggled slightly at this as she grabbed my dick hard, and directed the third shot at her mouth, savouring the taste as it entered. With her free hand, she literally tore off her top, revealing her tight fitting bra; I heard the jangle of the keys hit the floor but my mind was preoccupied. Once again, I spurted some more into her accepting mouth and she swallowed hungrily. Still with her other hand, she managed to unclip her bra, and let it fall to the floor. Before I could continue shooting off, she moved herself forward, and grabbed my dick between her tits, her head tilted downwards. Like a fountain, my dick sprayed upwards, splashing her face as she mustered up what she could into her mouth. However, a lot of it wound up dripping off her face, getting caught onto her tits.

Some time after, my balls ran out of ammunition as my dick fell limp after exhausting its current resources. When she looked up at me, she was a mess of cum and drool. She was hardly recognisable as a 40-something year old woman. She took off her glasses and licked the stains clean off.

“Now, wasn’t that just fun?” She drawled at me condescendingly. I was breathing heavily now, unsure what to say. Instead I just watched her intently. She dabbed her hand on the car floor until the familiar tingle of key was heard. Picking it up, she tossed it at me.

“Now, it’s up to you, boy.” I half-heartedly put on a grimace. In front of me, was a topless woman, whose panties had been slipped down her legs and seemed ready and willing for a fuck. And after that blowjob, my dick wasn’t the only thing that wondered what else she was capable of.

“Well, if you’re just going to sit there like an idiot, I may as well get going.” With that, she snatched the keys off me, and unlocked the car by pressing the button. With that, she purposely crawled over me, opened the back door, and stumbled out clumsily in such a way that her legs remained in the car, as her face pressed against autumn leaves. This gave me an impressive view of her chunky ass and pussy, perched in the air.

She didn’t move from the spot, but only shifted so that her face was comfortable as can be against the leaves. “Enjoying the view up there? It’s yours for the taking, big boy.” She jovially commented. I felt myself become aroused, though my dick still needed time to recover.

I moved myself so that I now lay across the back seat, with my head stopping before her perky posterior. I parted her buttocks slightly, and placed the tip of my tongue onto her ass crack. She reacted slightly by moving backwards slightly, pushing her ass against my tongue. That was all it took to send it into a frenzy of its own.

I stuck my tongue out and fully pressed it against her crack, letting my salivary glands coat her crack. From hereon in, I hastily began slurping up and down her anal crevice and pussy lips like a rabid dog. I could tell that it gathered a positive reaction from the muffled moans I could hear in her awkward direction and her ass perking up further to accept my tongue.

As if by its own accord, my tongue hooked its way into her pussy in one slurp, and I moved lower to get at a better angle to explore. I licked around the edges of it, feeling her wetness mix in with mine, and after some initial inspection, my tongue began going in slowly, poking its way around the walls of her vaginal opening. Soon, my mouth encompassed her clitoris as I sucked in her secretions avidly. They had a slightly acidic taste to them, which only caused further ingestion of them.

Finding renewed strength in her fluids, my hands wrapped around her mid section and I began to pull her up. At the same time, her legs clutched around my neck, and I wrenched her off the ground and her atop of me: she sat on my face, her cheeks split over my mouth as I vigorously downed her nectar. She rode my face gently, allowing greater exposure to my mouth. A few streams of saliva dripped down the sides of my face, as I was immersed into her vagina.

“Oh would you look at that?” I could barely hear her but my ears perked to give better auditory information. “Seems like someone is back to full mast,” she giggled mischievously. I felt her weight shift down and she cooed as her fingers stroked my fully erect manhood.

“Nope! I’ve already sucked you off once! We’ll try something different!” She decided. She pulled herself off my mouth, much to my dismay and took my hand. Leading me out of the car, it finally dawned upon that we were both fully naked in the wilderness. I don’t know at one point we had lost our entire clothing but lost it we had. The only things that could see us were nature.

We stood in front of one another and I took in full view. Her gigantic tits hung low, unsupported by her bra, and her pussy dripped down her thighs. Her legs were as thick as I imagined them. As I pulled her close, my hands felt her chunky peaces of meat that were her ass cheeks; they were also deliciously well-endowed.

I felt her hand traced down my chest, sliding over my stomach to my gorging member. Her other hand glided around my waist and she gripped my ass cheeks. Now she pulled us right up close. I could feel her stomach press around my cock in her hand and her tits against my chest. Our lips met each other for the first time and we could still taste the remnants of each other’s ejaculated fluid as they mixed amongst our spit.

I could feel my knees weaken at such a sumptuous contact and she did too. She allowed us to fall to our knees and moved her hand from my ass cheek to my chest and pushed me onto my back against the leafy ground; her other hand remained on my dick.

She lay atop of me, and we continued playing with each other’s tongues. Meanwhile, her hand gently caressed my shaft. Her other hand clasped with mine and brought it over to her tit and placed it there. Getting the gist of it, I gave it a squeeze to her muffled delight. As such, I began giving periodic tugs at it to please her.

Then, without warning, I felt her advance our escapade. She shifted her position and slipped my dick smoothly into her, due to the juices lubricating entry. I panicked slightly; what if I got her pregnant? We weren’t using any protection. But the panic was duly overcome by lust as I felt the warmth of her body coat my embedded cock.

She began rocking back and forth over me, breaking and reforming our kisses. One hand gripped her breast tightly while my other lay across her back as she swung over me. I could feel her ample bosom rub across my chest.

Just as I was getting accustomed to this closeness, she broke away again, opting to sit on me. This caused an increased penetration as she moaned. Her own hands cupped her tits as she massaged them for me, swaying her hips over my waist. My hands found their way to hips, groping a piece of flesh from her ass. I pulled them apart, and felt her weight shift down further as I was able to permeate her pussy even more.

With my cock fully engulfed within her, I saw her body react. It began jolting and tremors erupted throughout; she shuddered and screamed out in joy. Her hands pushed her tits together, closing the crevice between. Even I felt the transmission as my own hands firmly held her in place. She was having an orgasm. I had managed to give her an orgasm.

After her initial one, she began to furiously ride me, driving my cock deeper into her mercilessly, perhaps in an effort to recreate what she had just experienced. I could feel her entire weight, and she was by no means light, bulldoze me. Nonetheless, I took this thrashing with glee, although this time my hands were on her bouncing boobs, fondling them as she jumped back and forth on my raging hard member.

Her second orgasm coincided with my second ejaculation. I felt the liquid burst out of my cock and once again, her body stiffened, followed by erratic spasms and a shrill of joy. On the other hand, my hips bucked upwards, forcing my cock to remain within her as my cum shot into her. At the same time, my hands had found themselves back on her hips, holding her in position. I could feel it stream down and that only further encouraged me to keep my hips as they were.

As my cock emptied, it deflated. She lifted one leg and got off me. I sighed in exhaustion as she now lay by my side, the leaves under us.

“Feel any better, young man?” She questioned mockingly. I had to admit though; I did feel much better but I didn’t say it. Call it pride if you must stick a label on it. I felt her fingers wrap loosely around my limp dick and begin rubbing my dick in the circumference around it, oozing semen.

“I’m not done with you yet!” She warned. But I wasn’t about to be scared off yet.

“Hey…have you ever done a guy anal?” Ok, maybe I was a little scared.

Author’s Note: As usual, I’ve left it open-ended. And if you’re wondering, yes, it is based off a regular visitor here. Perhaps not as accurate to your personality or body, but hey, I’m still suffering a writer’s block. I have a backlog of ideas and put this to the forefront.

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A New Beginning

Jolly1 5070 days ago on Story Awards

Forum Contest Winner ---Chapter 1 for the rest of the Chapters go to http://www.sexstoriespost.com/forums/showthread.php?p=130949#post130949

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Introduction

I hear some folks talk about their golden years. Mostly it's older people....looking foward to the future when they can retire and travel or do whatever it is in life they have dreamed of doing. For me, however, what I consider my golden years have already come and gone.

The day I left my cozy nest from my parents watchful eye...was my f

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Chapter 1

I came home from work to find my bags packed and waiting for me at the door one sunny afternoon in mid June. I was almost 22, in college, working three jobs to make ends meet. College tuition was due for the fall. I had one year remaining. There was little time to get the money put away so I could finish my degree the next year.

I had become a bit of a hellcat, gaining my freedom away from the small town life. I studied, but followed my free time avenues into the realm of college activities and blockbuster party events. Partying 101 was my favorite subject. My classmates hardly knew I existed until they caught me on a weekend. I was a tiger on the party scene….persistent and stubborn. No one ever dare tell me I couldn't do anything. It was definitely my way or no way at all.

My roommate was waiting for me this particular day. She was pissed over some silly crap her boyfriend had made up about me and him. I wasn't in the mood to argue with her. The way I figured it, she wasn't going to believe me over him anyway. So I got my bags and headed off early for my night shift at the bar where I had been working for almost two years.

Jeff, the head bartender, was already there. Jeff and I were best friends at the time. He was probably the closest friend I had during my college years. We could talk about anything and were always there for each other when we had a problem.

We had never had anything between us except friendship, even though I will say he was one nice looking fellow. Jeff was 26, way taller than me. I was 5'6", long dark brown hair with a slight natural curl cascading down my back. I had a medium build even though I only weighed 115 pounds dripping wet, small 34B boobs and hazel eyes. He was 6'1" and thinly built, medium short brown hair, clean shaven, brown eyes to die for and one fine ass.

Asses were my thing back then. I guess some might have called it a hobby. If there was a good male ass within 100 yards for me to gaulk at...I did. No touching. I kept it respectable…just looking.

I had never really gone for Jeff or found myself attracted to him. Jeff had no facial hair. I liked hair on my men. Mustaches, beards, hairy chest, legs, for me, the more hair the better. Now that did not include their head. Shaved heads was fine, but rare in the late 70’s.

I told Jeff about what had happened with Katie, my roommate. He immediately got his keys from behind the bar and told me to take my stuff over to his place, get a shower, and get back for work in an hour. I gave him a big hug and thanked him for the place to crash. Best thing about the arrangement, was he lived two streets over. I could walk to work if I wanted to.

Jeff had a spare room where I could keep my stuff and sleep since his roommate had moved out about two months prior to that time. I had been over to his place many times during our friendship for various parties. There was a time or two that I’d cooked a meal on Sunday afternoons when we were both off from work. Our friendship was easy…it was natural.

I got my shower, got dressed, fixed a couple of sandwiches. I toyed with the idea of walking back, but considering the late hour I would be getting off work, I drove back to the bar.

By the time that I got there, Jeff was pretty busy with the happy hour crowd. I laid his sandwich behind the bar....with his keys and a note that I had written to him saying thanks for being such a great friend. Glancing around the room at the thirsty crowd, I put my butt to work.

That night after we closed....we both sat at the bar...as we had done so many times before, talking and laughing about situations in our life. He then brought up the deal about the sandwich I had left him earlier. He laughed and told me it was going to cost me more than a sandwich if I expected to live with him. I nudged his arm and told him to stick a plug in it, we were friends, that was it. If I needed to pay rent until I got my own place then I would be more than willing to do so. Other than that he was dreaming.

Of course Jeff had to have the last word. Grinning, he popped out with, “Sex wasn't exactly what I had on my mind. It’s your chicken and dumplings that keep dancing inside my head.”

Dramatically grabbing my heart, I shot him an evil stare. Heck I could have clobbered him at that point because he shot me down so bad. But, I agreed that since I was off the next day, I could manage a home cooked meal for his little ole bachelor self.

We went home together and had a few more drinks sitting on the living room floor. He began to tell me about this girl he dated a few times after Cathie, his live in girlfriend, left. Some of the stuff he told me was a bit explicit and rather wild. At that time I had only been with two guys in my life and he referred to me as a virgin, cause I was always "oh my goshing" at his sex stories.

We had shared stories about our lovers before, but his were always so much better than mine. It sort of pissed me off sometimes that he seemed to have the best hot sex life and I was always getting the short end of the stick. I would accuse him of building the stories to make me look bad and he would just laugh at me, shake his head and call me his sweet little virgin baby. I hated that!

And this night I hated it even more. He kept looking at me, with those dark brown eyes, not like a friend, but like he was actually telling me this story and thinking of ME while he was talking about HER.

Jeff was doing the "devil grin" he sometimes got as he watched my reaction, telling me about him and this girl fucking on the bar after work right there at Chris' place. I was getting a bit aggravated by that time. He had me too uncomfortable for my own good. It was 4 am and I was drunker than Cooter Brown, not to mention, it had been 6 weeks since my boyfriend and I had broken up. Needless to say, I had been without and was just a tad bit horny. I was getting more and more uncomfortable. I was just a tad bit wet by all the talk about banging this girl on the bar.

I told Jeff to stop. He kept talking and grinning. Then he asked me why I needed him to stop...that we were just talking as friends like we always had. My heart was doing flip flops by then and I was way too drunk to make sense....so I told him, “I am going to bed, Jeff. Goodnight.

He got up to help me off the floor. Pulling me up....he gave me a big tug toward him. He put his arm around my waste and took his hand and cupped my chin in it. I was frozen for a split second....thinking oh shit, not good, but maybe good, yes. But my mind switched thinking directions. I was thinking good god he's like your brother. I hated when my mind set in rational mode, especially when I’d been drinking and rational made no sense at all.

He continued looking at me like he was waiting for something. I finally blurted out, “What in the Sam Hill are we doing?!”

He grinned and asked me, “What do you want us to do?”

In that instant I was about to melt in his arms, but I came to my senses. I pushed him away and told him, “I want to get my drunken ass to bed, before the two of us do something we are going to regret at a later time.”

He pulled me closer into him and whispered in my ear, “Neither of us is going to regret a damn thing.”

Oh heavens, his breathe was so hot against my face. I couldn't take it anymore. I told him goodnight again and practically ran down the hall to my room. I slammed the door and locked it.

To be continued...

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Non-Erotic Story Contest-----Time and Tide _chapter 1

Jolly1 5070 days ago on Story Awards

Time and Tide _chapter 1

Welcome reader to this work in progress. If you have not done so yet, you should go back and read the prologue. This is a work in progress and is going to be quite a long story, 300+ pages. There will be sex, but not for many chapters to come. So, grab a drink and snack, sit back and enjoy. Feel free to post or PM me if you have any questions.
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Chapter 1) Maia
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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.

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A night out: Part 1

CheapTrick 5315 days ago on Story Awards

Let me tell you about this strapping young lad who has just turned 21. His name being Alex Jones and as I just mentioned he has just turned 21. Mr Jones has been attending Marquette University in Milwaukee Wisconsin since he turned 19 two years ago. He wanted to celebrate this coming of age with a little bit of bar hopping with few friends like most 21 year-old Wisconsin residents. Although he w

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SSPAdmins 5376 days ago on Story Awards

Sister / Daughter

Brother -

Mom was away for the night.

His eyes were shivering in fear, or was it anticipation. He was nervous and for whatever reason, I had little care. He was a boy, a thirteen year old boy. You can’t break one of those.

It was dark in his bedroom. I was sure it was warm but my skin still crawled with millions of shivering bugs. All I wore was two thin pieces of cloth, one draping down from my shoulders to the second one hugging my hips and looping between my legs. I was sixteen, but still so vulnerable to my little brother in just those two cutlets of fabric; in the dark, walking slowly to his bed.

His eyes were shivering.

Reaching the mattres

s he laid so soundless on, I ran my bare fingers over the sheets I helped mom pick out to fit his new queen sized birthday bed. My fingertips coiled under the rims of them and lifted back.

Father -

He was sound asleep. The pill I slipped him made sure of that; or at least made sure that if he woke up, he wouldn’t remember in the morning.

I stared at his massive masculine body under the sheets.

“Daddy,” I whispered in a cooing voice. No reply.

Standing by his bed in my thin panties and nightgown, I pulled back the sheets. His naked body stared aggressively at me from its side. I breathed in and pulled my hands back to myself to undress.

Brother -

I ran my hand up under his shirt. His body was delicate and young; so little experience. My lips lightly tapped the side of his cheek as I gently released my warm humid breadth onto him. His undefined nipple slid into my hand. He remained motionless.

My panties increasingly felt tighter and tighter. My body instinctively pulled itself onto the one next to me.

“Brendan,” I moaned with more air than sound as I pushed my lips to his. His shirt returned flat as my hand pulled out to throw the sheets from us. His half limp penis twitched under my skin tight underwear. They grew even smaller. I began shifting over his pelvis hoping to loosen them.

His lips were so small and soft. The arms attached to his torso lifted as my muscles easily overpowered his. He was a doll to be used at my leisure.

Father -

On my knees, completely naked, I pushed my mouth around one of my dad’s testicles. It was so big and warm. My tongue danced in the wrinkles as my nose breathed in the base of his cock. He was intoxicating.

Quickly enough, I found my body naturally pulling off his testicle and my lips tracing up his shaft for entry. The faint liquid accumulating between my legs chilled my pelvis as it evaporated.

As my mouth broke apart to inhale the soft head of my father’s cock, I ran my hand down my spine to my bare butt sticking out into the open air. I could almost fit four inches of his huge member into my mouth. At least two or three more remained untouched.

I sucked in around it as my fingers rode down my butt crack and dipped into my vagina.

Brother -

My lips broke contact with his only to tug the shirt from his tiny chest. As that one interference dropped from my hands to the floor, my soft wet lips pushed back into his. In a slow slice, I cut his mouth open with my tongue and gently dropped it into his face. Pulling his jaw open with my hand, I savored the feeling of my saliva dripping into his throat.

His glossy eyes were trembling. I stared into them knowing deep down inside him, he was truly loving this. Someday when I was out in college, he would only be able to masturbate to my memories. As his friends wallowed in his relations to me hoping just to see me up close, his head would be filled with these many nights.

He could take no more and I heard in the deep silence the sound of his throat open and close to suck down a pouchful of my salivation. I twisted my head and pushed my lips to interlock his. Leaving no airway to breath from our mouths, I could feel him pulsing his life into my face through his nose as he could feel mine. My tongue pole danced on his.

I moaned into his throat not being able to take my increasingly shrinking underwear. I was swollen and wet; my hips were boiling. Releasing the grip from his jaw, I reached down to my legs. The fabric scrunched and bunched down my sides. I broke our kiss and pulled back leaving a trail of my untamed saliva dripping down his chin and chest.

Father -

My body climbed up over his as my bottom lip dragged up his hard chest. That tiny glaze of euphoric sweat I just sucked from my dad’s sex organ was driving me mad. I coated it with my saliva and now I wanted my insides coated with it as well.

Our lips met and I moaned over and over into his mouth my position under him.

“Dad, no dad. Don’t put it in me. Please dad stop.”

My hand struggled to grip his soaking penis as I attempted to press it tightly into my slit. My breathless cries for him to not rape me fell to his unconscious body. I brought my eyes up from my night clothes draped onto the floor to my father’s face. His cock squeezed into a halt between the tender inflamed lips inset beneath my ovaries.

“No dad. Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t… Oooooooooooooooh!” I moaned as quietly as possible while I pushed my body back into a solid steaming pipe. My eyes closed, I felt my father’s body below mine, so strong and commanding. “Daddy,” I cooed.

Brother -

My panties left my feet as I pressed my mouth into the springy trampoline just above his boxers. Just inches below laid his sex organ. Just seconds before I uncovered it into the open air.

As I pulled his underwear down his pelvis, I dragged my lips down as well. Through the light new grown pubic hair and onto his penis, my mouth traveled before stopping. His boxers though didn’t.

He was hard, but not as hard as I knew he could get. He held too much resistance in his mind. My lips broke open and my head fell down onto his shaft. He was in a catacomb of hot, humid, oh-so-soft tissue sucking and licking at his most sensitive body part. It was one of the happiest times for me when I heard him give out that audible moan.

His little penis was in my mouth. I loved how compact it was because I could fit the whole thing in. Twirling my neck left to right, my tongue spiraled around the shaft with increased focus on the head.

Brendan couldn’t stop moaning. His hips involuntarily shivered and tensed. I was making him so happy.

And then he released that groan that was almost a cry. That male reproductive organ in my mouth grew just a tiny bit more and I felt my brother pump his hips into my face once. His thick hot semen shot into my welcoming mouth. I knew it wouldn’t be much so I sucked at him extra hard to get every bit of it to funnel down my throat.

Father -

My body thrust up and down onto the massive object penetrating me. I was naked. Dad was naked. We were having sex. We were fucking. Daddy and daughter. I would feel that same juice inside me that mom felt when she and he conceived me sixteen years ago.

“Dad. Please, at least don’t cum inside me. Please stop.” It was the same stuff that made me.

My fingers pads pressed hard into his chest as my eyes squeezed tighter and tighter shut. I repeated those words inside my head over and over, ‘Dad, don’t cum in me.’ My body pumped harder and harder into his stiff frame. I was naked. He was naked. My dad and me.

I was seconds away from losing control. I moved faster and harder. I wanted him to cum deep into me so bad. ‘Dad, don’t cum in me.’ My face inhaled his chest. Pound, pound, pound. That was it.

My body thrust into orgasm; my vagina squeezed and convulsed onto my dad’s cock. Seconds passed before I felt a hot stream of liquid splash into my cervix which blew me immediately into another orgasm. Dad was cumming in me.

Squirt after squirt of his hot milk splattered into my ending wall. The layers and walls of my tissues, muscles, and organs, all convulsed and ripped at the external object casting them aside.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” I cried breathlessly into his pecks as my breasts smeared themselves below. It was minutes before my body broke the gyrations into my father’s hips and my mind broke the repetitive words of my father’s title over me.

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In the silence of the room I heard someone shift their bare foot over the carpet. With fear, I instantly looked back to see who must have walked in while I was in my high.

“Looks like things got a little out of hand,” Amy said.

“Sorry, I couldn’t control myself,” I replied caught in the act.

“It’s okay. I got a little carried away too and accidently ate Brendan to completion.”

“Must be the twin thing; both losing control at the same time.”

Amy smiled to me. “Well, I think we effectively mastered that over years of practice more than us being twins.”

“Either way,” I grinned back, “I could use a little brother to just cuddle anyways after what dad and I just did. I won’t force him to push out another one.”

“Yeah, well if I can’t squeeze another one from dad, than you still owe me one back in our room.”

“Well in that case,” I teased, “don’t try too hard.”

I slowly pulled my body off the pipe impaling me leaving a line of cum connecting me to my father. I cut it with my fingers and crawled from the bed to put my panties back on.

“I’ll let you clean that up. And see you in an hour.”

I smirked as I walked past her staring at the reflection of my breasts on her body.

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Mothers Secret Legacy Chapter 6

naughtybutnice 5397 days ago on Story Awards

Here it is chapter 6, just 2 more chapters to go after this in this little tale and I promise you do not want to miss the next two chapters. In fact I consider this more of a prelude to the final 2. Enjoy!

Chapter 6
Family Values

Early in the morning the next day I heard mom rattling her keys, I groggily opened and sat up on the couch I was sleeping on.
“Where are you going?” I asked
“Just out to run a few errands, your sister has already left for work and It will be just you and your grandmother till Jennifer gets off on her lunch break at noon and I should be back around two O’clock, ok baby” she said.
“Sure mom” I said lying back down to catch a bit more sleep.
“Robbie you sho

uld really find some work,” she said
“Whatever” I mumbled falling back to sleep.

I was swimming in the warm waters just floating out at sea, this was great the family vacation to Cancun was the best idea dad ever had. I warm wave pulling me out further by the second. The water felt warmer and warmer till it was almost hot. As I began to drift back from sleep the heat felt more localized as in around my cock! Moreover, it was in someone’s very hot mouth and god it felt great. I was afraid to open my eyes thinking it might be a dream.
“Bout time you woke up” she said
“Grandma?” I asked
“Who else? You didn’t seem to mind last night,” she said taking her mouth off my cock.
“That’s one hell of a wake up call” I said
“That’s nothing that was just the appetizer.” She said grinning from ear to ear.
“Huh?” I asked, “You mean there’s more?”
“Much more” she said lifting her head up “I’m gonna show you I can still ride a cock like nobody’s business.” She said climbing on top of me and straddling my legs. “Hmm” she said licking her lips and drawing one long slow lick up from my cock to my navel. “This is gonna be good.” She said crawling onto me.

Grandma pulled up her nightgown a bit as the straddled me. She moved over my cock positioning her wet sex over my bulging cock. Holding her labia open, she slowly impaled herself on my cock. Inch by maddening inch she sank deeper on my cock until I was completely in her.

“Don’t move,” she said placing her hands on my chest with her eyes closed. I could feel her shiver slightly. We stayed like that not moving for a full minute. Then slowly she rocked back and forth on my cock. She moaned softly as she gently rocked back and forth. I was riding a blissful wave of slowly building pleasure her hot slick walls building the pleasure in my cock like the hot tide of the ocean. Each wave of rolling flesh pulling my cum closer to the surface like the tide.
“Mmm Robbie let me ride you nice and slow, It’s been so long since I had a nice young cock.” She whispered moaning more and more as she rode me. The slow building burn was killing me, my hips buck at strained to go deeper and fuck her harder dispute her protests to go slow.

The slow sensation was driving me crazy my cum always felt like it was just beneath the surface like I was gonna cum any second I just needed her to ride me just a little harder, faster. She had been teasing and rubbing her clit the whole time. Then suddenly she slammed down on my cock and didn’t move she rubbed her clit a little harder and I felt her muscles tighten around my cock, contracting around me and reasing me in a steady rhythm, as she came I did too my cock convulsing inside of her. Her whole body visibly trembled with the aftershock.

“God that was great Robbie” she said finally opening her eyes.
“Well you’re about to get a whole lot more, you said you liked it rough before now you’ll get it rough” I said moving her off of me and moving between her legs and resting them on my shoulders. I guided my still wet cock into her pussy.
“You want it rough?”
“This old gal can take anything you got” she said self confidently although still breathing hard. I thrust back and forth with a few powerful strokes to get in the rhythm this drew a few short gasps from her.

I forced myself deeper into her pressing her legs back closer to her chest until they were almost touching her large breasts.
“Ohhh” she moaned partly out of pleasure partly out of pain. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. She moaned almost screaming as I plowed into her hot sex. I shoved it in to the balls forcing her legs back as far as they’d go. I looked down at my lust-filled grandmother screaming in pleasure as I plowed into her. I pulled out just before I came and shot a big load on her stomach.

“That rough enough for you?” I asked dropping down beside her.
I could see she was exhausted, her body glistening with sweat and her chest red with passion.

After she calmed down a bit, she looked over at me and said
“Robbie you make me feel young again” laying a arm across my chest she turned over and went to sleep.
“I’m glad,” I said as we both drifted off to sleep.

We had been sleeping for a while by this time it was almost noon and I heard the front door open.
“Hey I’m home” called Jenn from the living room. When she didn’t get a reply she looked around the house calling our names until she found us in my room. Grandma was still sleeping soundly next to me.
Jenn walked down the hall to where we were and saw us lying in bed together from the hallway.
“Robbie you didn’t did you?” asked Jenn almost whining when she said it.

“Did what?” I asked
“Grandma too, you’re a fucking pervert you know that?”
“I can’t help it if we have such a sex family” I said laughing
“And here I thought you only had eyes for me” said Jenn leaning against the doorframe and bating her eyes mockingly.
“I just popped in to check on you I’m going grab a bit to eat then I’m off back to work”
“Okay” I said rubbing the side of grandma’s breast as she slept.
“Listen” she said “Mom is much better now but he starting to really miss dad I think you need to take her out to dinner tonight I’ll have to drive grandma back to airport tonight after work so it will be a perfect time to take her out.
“Yeah” I said, “that sounds like a plan, mom doesn’t need to sink back into her depression again.

“I agree,” said Grandma waking up from my gentle touches “hmm that feels good Robbie”
I need some coffee how about you Jenn?” asked Grandma getting out of bed foregoing the nightgown altogether.
“Sounds good” said Jenn heading to the kitchen grandma following her.

The smell of coffee pulled me out of bed a few minutes later. I walked into the Kitchen both of them were sitting at the table sipping their coffee. I was still naked and so was grandma. “Now this brings back memories” said grandma “I remember times we wouldn’t wear clothes for the whole weekend when the kids still lived at home”
“What?” asked Jenn
“Yeah we would send whole days naked sometimes, it was just easier if we didn’t plan to leave the house” replied grandma
“It was relaxing and rather freeing really, well until your grandpa got horny, then we would all end up fucking till dinner.

My mind whirled back the photos of mom and Grandpa Luke we had found when we first moved mom in.
“Hell you know the family secret now, your mom forbids me to tell you kids because your father didn’t agree but you and your sister carried on the family legacy anyway.” She laughed taking another sip of coffee.

“You kids may as well learn the family values we taught to your mother and your uncles. Jenn I know you have been with your brother and mother but do you understand the values of what we were trying to teach your mother?”
“Mom said you taught her to not be ashamed of her body or feelings,”
“I want you to understand we never forced the kids to do anything, we never even brought up the idea until of incest until they were in junior high school.”
“And?” I asked intrigued because all this had been kept hidden for so long.
“We talked with them about it and let them ask any questions they wanted just the same way as way we did the first time we talked to them about sex,” said Grandma Carol.

“So how did it all get started?” I asked so wrapped up in her tale I almost forgot she was naked.
“Well…” she continued, “your uncles Jack and Bobby said they though it was weird but that they didn’t think that incest was really as sick and wrong as most people made it out to be. Your mother said much the same but I could tell she was less enthusiastic about it than her brothers were and they weren’t that crazy about it in the first place. However we told the kids we planned to live open lives from then on but only if it didn’t bother them and they said it didn’t”

“Huh?” I asked confused
“Your grandfather started back going nude on weekends like we did before we had the kids. We also stopped trying to hide our love making from the kids, I’m not saying we had sex right in front of them for no reason but we didn’t lock door or be quiet in our lovemaking either.”

“Your grandfather was such a horn dog back then he was constantly flirting with me and playing little games around the house from then on”

“Your uncle Bobby was the first to do anything though because he was not as popular as your mother and other uncle. He stayed at home a lot and was not as sociable. I caught him masturbating in the bathroom once listening to me and his father having sex.”

“I was gonna take a quick shower afterwards our lovemaking and just walked into the bathroom, he had forgotten to lock the door. He had just came because he was still holding his cock and cum was running down his cock and hand.”

“He looked so terrified, I didn’t know what to do so I started to run the shower as he cleaned up his hands. “Its alright I told him you can come in and watch if you like, You don’t have to do anything just watch.” He left the bathroom and a few weeks after that he got brave and came in while we were having sex later”

“He watched and masturbated every time we had sex there after. It turned me on a bit knowing we was watching me and coming because of it. After I had given Luke a blowjob I asked if he wanted one, he froze of course but next time he asked if the offer was still good and of course it was and after that it was history as they say well at least as far as Bobby was concerned.”

“I think he must have told Jack about it because once when I came in his room to check on him while he was doing homework he asked if he could have one too, soon after all the men in the house were fucking me. My husband and our two sons” said Grandma Carol.

“But what about mom?” I asked because it was the part I was most interested in.

“You would have to ask her that, I came home one day and she was ridding her father in the big recliner in the living room. I never asked Luke when or how, we were all just one big fucking family after that.”

“Wow!” I exclaimed I had been steadly stroking my cock through my shorts absent-mindedly the whole time.
“You almost done rubbing one off to our naughty family tale?” she asked smiling at me.
“Oh sorry” I said realizing what I was doing.
“Its fine, remembering those times have gotten me a little hot and bothered too” she said fanning herself in a mock gesture.

“Told you he was a perv, but I have to get back to work” said Jenn leaving the table.

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Mothers Secret Legacy Chapter 5

naughtybutnice 5397 days ago on Story Awards

Chapter 5
Grandma Carol

I was the first to notice because they were lost in the passion but they soon were made very aware as dad lets loose a scream of all our names followed by several curses and obvious questions.

“TRACY! What the HELL are you doing?!” Mom looked up and the color drained from her face as she saw Robert Sr.
“Robert….I ….We” stammered mom as she scrambled off Jenn leaving Jenn equally shocked. I froze where I stood. I just stood there frozen, as my father turned and headed toward the door.

“Wait Robert, please!” begged mom beginning to cry. When she reached him she grabbed his shoulder trying to stop him from leaving. “Please Robert let me explain!” cried mom.
“Ge

t your fucking hands off of me you sick bitch!” screamed dad as snatched his arm away from her. I thought for a second he was about to slap her but instead he just wrenched open the door stormed of the house and sped of down the street. Mom collapsed holding the door knob and started crying. Jenn stepped forward to try to comfort mom. I was still too shocked to do anything except stare at my heart broken mom and crying sister and hate him for doing this to them. At least that’s what I kept telling myself anyway. In truth, I was angry at myself for ever getting mom involved in the first place it was bad enough with me and Jenn. Now our whole family was destroyed.

It had been almost a week since dad had stormed out and no one had heard from him since. Jenn and I had been walking on eggshells around mom all week trying to act like a normal family. On the way to the super market one afternoon Jenn and I decided we needed to either find dad or get mom back to her old self somehow.

“I think we need to call Grandma Carol and get her to come and talk to mom because mom hasn’t really said a word since he left.” Said Jenn looking at me as we pulled up into the driveway, neither of us had left mom’s side since dad left.
“I know we really need to do something but I can’t find dad anywhere I’ve looked and none of his friends have heard from him. I guess Grandma is our only choice.” I sighed as I opened the door.

Jenn talked to Grandma on the phone all that night after mom fell asleep, explaining everything to her. Two days later, she showed up from two states away. Mom was surprised to see her there so she tried to act normal and avoided any conversation about my father. After A few hours, mom and grandma both dropped the normal act.

“I know the kids bought you here mother” said my mom.
“It’s only because they were worried about you Tracy,” said Grandma
“I know they are mom but Robert is gone and I don’t know what to do and I feel like it’s my fault because I gave in to desire”
“Yes Tracy you gave in to desire but not desire of the body but desire of the heart, you were raised to think that way so it was only natural that you wanted the same for your family, and your kids accept it and so do you, so what’s the problem?” asked grandma
“Robert is gone mother! That’s the problem and he hates me now he thinks I have poisoned the kids’ minds, said mom starting to cry again.
“Robert loves you honey he might not accept our lifestyle, but he loves you and as soon as he realizes that he will come back I know it,” said Grandma Carol rubbing mom on the back.

After a few days with Grandma around the house mom started to cheer up and so did everyone else. We were all almost back to normal selves Jenn was back to her nearly constant sexual innuendo, mom would occasionally play along and she seemed happier. Now that she was feeling better, I felt better too.

I had to sleep on the sofa because grandma had my bed which was fine with me because the temptation of being so close to Jenn was starting to be too great we hadn’t been with each other since that day because it felt awkward knowing mom was still hurting inside.

Later that night I went into the kitchen to get a little late night snack for myself. I rummaged thorough the fridge for a while before just settling on one of dad’s beers and the last of the corn chips. I sat and ate them at the table in the almost total darkness of kitchen. Then I heard footsteps approaching

It was grandma; see didn’t notice me as she came into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. The bright light form the open fridge illuminating her curves in her sky blue nightgown. I could clearly see she was naked underneath it, I saw her big round ass displayed before me as she bent over looking into the fridge. I could see the dark area of her pubic hairs from behind. My dick started to grow hard seeing her big ass wave in front of me. She turned around holding a beer of her own.

“Oh Jesus Christ! You scared me Robbie I didn’t see you sitting there,” exclaimed grandma as she saw me in the dim light. She sat at the table and opened her beer.
“How is mom really?” I asked.
“She is more hurt than she is pretending to be and she loves him dearly and feels it’s her fault he left” said grandma
“I know she does” I said, “Do you think he will come back?”
“I know he will,” said grandma propping her leg up on my lap under the table.
I tried to move so she wouldn’t feel my hard on but I could tell she did. She didn’t say anything for a few moments then she began to massage my erection with her foot repeatedly rubbing her foot along my shaft.
“I ahh… didn’t mean too, you know” I stammered
“Did your old gran give you that monster in your shorts?” asked grandma taking the beer away from her lips.
“Well come on, I can’t let my favorite grandson go to bed with a raging hard on like that now can I?” she said getting up from her seat.

She came over to were I was in the dark kitchen and got down on her knees “Well get it out if you want me to do something about it” she said looking up at me.
“You don’t have to do this grandma I just kinda get horny for no reason sometimes,” I said.
“Nonsense Robbie, I take it as a compliment that this old gal can still get a few dicks hard,” she said with a smile wrestling with my shorts to get my cock out. Once my big dick did come out she immediately jumped on it she took my full length into her month in one fluid motion. She wrapped her warm soft hand around my base as she moved her month rhythmically up and down my cock. “God there was no way this family had three world class cock suckers in it!” I thought as she took my cock deeper, deep throating me.

My cock pulsated in her hot month, incest was nothing new to me now but the fact that my own grandmother was sucking my dick had me close to blowing my load just thinking about it, yet alone feeling it. She must have been an expert cause I was about to go insane with the treatment my dick was getting. Her hot month felt like velvet on my dick her tongue massaging against the veins of my cock.
“Goddamnit!” I moaned, “Shit grandma I’m gonna cum!” I said
She mumbled “okay” with my cock still in her month and kept right on sucking! She pulled the flesh of my dick even tighter at the base and sucked me even harder twisting her head left and right on my dick.
“I’m gonna cum!” I screamed maybe a bit too loudly grabbing her head and slamming it down on my dick and holding it there as I shot load after load of hot sticky cum into her hot throat coating it with my cum. After my last spurt of cum shot into her mouth, I fell back into my chair to catch my breath.

Grandma got off her knees wiping the cum from her mouth and washing the rest down with her beer. She sucked her fingers dry of cum and said “Beer and cum, now that’s what I call a midnight snack” She kissed me on the forehead and started walking out of the kitchen leaving me to recover. She stopped in the doorway saying, “It got a bit rough there at the end but I think your old gran likes it rough.” She smiled

I slept like a baby the rest of the night; I awoke the next morning to the smell of freshly cooked bacon wafting from the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen the same time as mom and found grandma cooking breakfast.

She had her back to us frying eggs wearing the same blue nightgown she had gone to sleep in.
“Morning” said Grandma to mom and I, Jenn was already at the table.
“Jesus mom can’t you at least put on some descent clothes around the kids?” said mom when she saw that the blue nightgown was the only thing grandma was wearing.
“Excuse me? When have I ever taught you to be ashamed of your body especially around family?”
“Never and that’s what has gotten us into this mess now.” Said mom
Grandma put the pan of eggs down a little forcefully on the table.
“Listen here Tracy, I feel for you because Robert left I really do but I will never regret the way your father and I raised you” said grandma looking mom directly in the face.

Mom’s face softened then she said “I’m sorry mom, I really am I just wish Robert were here”
“I know honey but he will show up I know it” said grandma serving everyone the remainder of the food.
“I hope your right mom,” said mom taking a seat at the table.
We all sat down and ate the delicious food it had been a while since we had a home cooked meal so we all enjoyed it
“Slept well last night Robbie?’ asked Jenn smiling at me
“Pretty good I guess,” I said looking at my plate
“I bet you did,” said Jenn still grinning
Mom didn’t seem to notice the odd exchange but grandma did and she smiled at me.

The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully but what I didn’t know was the next three or four days would be the most eventful days I would ever have. Keep in mind this was after I had fucked my sister, then my mother, had a three-way with both and just had my cock sucked by my grandmother the night before.

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Mothers Secret Legacy Chapter 4

naughtybutnice 5397 days ago on Story Awards

Chapter 4
Paint, Pussy and family fun

We had been painting for hours now it was bit after eleven in the morning and the sun was shining brightly through the large living room window making it feel that much hotter in the already sweltering room.
“Goddamnit! I can’t do this much longer, it’s too hot in here.”
“Woohhhhh, you got right mom” said Jenn as she flopped down the plastic covered couch with a sigh.
“God! I can’t keep this up” exclaimed mom as she unzipped the front of her white paint suit releasing her gorgeous bra clad globes and exposing them to the cool breeze of the small boxed fan I just turned on.
“Ohh thanks honey that’s much better” said mom turn

ing into the breeze.
“Oh I think Robert thinks it’s a great improvement too mom” said Jenn grinning and pointing at the embarrassingly obvious tent I had made in my pants. Mom just laughed and pulled the two halves of her suit closer together and giggled an apology.

“Well we are almost done we just need to apply a coat to this last wall but I think Robert has other things on his mind at this point.” Said Jenn seeing how my “situation” hadn’t changed much.
“Well we really need to finish this today and we can’t do anything right now your father could be home for lunch at anytime now” said mom trying to be the voice of reason. Though Jenn being her perpetually horny mischivious self was obviously trying take advantage of my situation and of my own natural horniness to try to override mom’s catious nature.
“Come on mom we just recently discovered each other and we haven’t had a chance to be altogether yet. Mom come on you’re the one that said you wanted this life so badly” said Jen as she took mom’s arm coaxing her out into the center of the plastic covered room. Walking backward and pulling mom along with her amd stepping out of her already unzipped paint suit and urging mom to shed hers too. As Jenn was stepping backward she tripped over the paint tray filled with blue paint; which she promptly fell into coating her naked ass in Smurfette blue.
“Ooh cold, cold…Cold.” Moaned Jennifer, Mom and I both burst into fits of laughter. “you mean either of you can resist this?” said Jenn shifting positions and smiling while looking back over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow at mom and I waving her paint covered backside at us while on her hands and knees.
“Well mom?” asked Jenn.

Well this was it the ball was in mom’s court I prayed that she would accept Jenn’s lewd invitation because the tent in my pants needed immediate attention.
“Actually… its Robert’s choice” said mom with a wicked smile as she kneeled beside Jenn on the plastic covered floor mirroring her position, shedding the last remnants of her clothes on the way to the floor.
“Well Robert?” said mom looking back at me over her shoulder. The piar of them looking like a mirror that reflected Jennifer’s future.

Well I suppose the ball was in my court now I got up off the couch and stripped down to my birthday suit. I couldn’t resist Jenn’s slick blue buttocks taunting me anymore so I got on my knees behind her and effortlessly slid my aching dick into her wet and paint sodden pussy. Almost as soon as my dick head felt her soft wet inner flesh I began pumping away like a piston. I playfully slapped her ass as we were really got into the rhythm and mom was gently lapping at Jenn’s swaying tits. Then I slapped mom on ass just like I did Jenn, leaving a big blue hand print on mom’s alabaster ass. “Hey!” mom yelped in between sucks on Jenn’s nipples.

After I few more pumps Jenn was close to her climax….then that tell, tell scream of her climax then her signature water works soaking the plastic beneath us leaving us in a pale blue puddle of water and sweat. The weird thing was I was still hot, hard and still ready to go. I slid out of Jenn and straight into mom which most have surprised her a bit because she was still focused on Jenn’s breasts.
“Well welcome “home” son” said mom as I began to give her the same pounding I just gave my sexy sis. Then as jenn lay recovering next to us that same weird primal force that gripped me the first time I fucked mom consumed me again I thrust as deep as I physically could straining my dick for every centimeter more I could muster.
“GAWWWWWDDDD!!” Robert fuck me deeper faster, faster. FASTER!!, FASTER!!” I was in overdrive once thrusting like my life depended on it.
“FuUUUCK!! Mom that’s good.” I grunted as a grabbed her hips with both hands pulling her up to her knees so that we were both on our knees with her leaning back on me forcing my erection in her deeper. I thrust harder and harder up into her hot sex until we were both up on our feet never losing our pace or rhythm for a moment. Next thing I knew she had her hands up on the wall I was gripping her hips just to keep me from collapsing from exhaustion and ecstasy. Mom was speechless and completely lost in ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she bit her arm in passion.

I felt that familiar sensation of my cum rising. I used the last of energy to drive both of use home. Mom’s arms gave way her tits pressed against the unpainted white wall leaving blue smears from mom’s blue breasts all over the wall. As we both came I nearly fainted. I slipped out of my mother’s blissful cunt and she slid down the wall utterly spent. Some time soon after we all piled on the plastic covered couch and cuddled, kissed and sucked on each other no one caring who did what as long as he or she was touching and being touched. My mother and sister had their hands crammed between each others legs meaning both of them wiggle and moan awkwardly while I lay on the opposite end of the sofa stroking each of their legs while I recovered from our frenzied session. Just as I sitting back thinking my life could get no better and their were no more unfulfilled fantasies Jenn and mom changed positions with their pussies touching then they began grinding the clits and labia together. With that my little solider needed no more rest he was back to full attention.

With Jenn being the more agile of the two she was doing most of the work. Raising herself up with her arms and grinding downward into mom’s pussy. Drawing a stream of explicit shouts from mom “Shit, shit, shit, oh fuck, oh fuck, FUCK!..... and Jennifer’s usual screams of passion. All the while I’m sat back and enjoyed my fantasy made real. Slowly I stroked my throbbing cock trying to enjoy the show as long as possible before I came. As I felt my self about to cum once again I decided I would let Jenn finish me up it had been a while since I felt her tight throat swallowing my cock. While still grinding up and down on mom she eagerly accepted my member into her mouth never stopping her grinding motion on our mother’s pussy. It only took three skillful sucks from Jenn before she had a mouthful of my finest cock cream. The split second after I came I heard a brief case hit the floor and I saw my father standing in the doorway a look of shock and disgust on his face. If possible my just softened cock went even limper and my heart jumped up into my throat.

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Mothers Secret Legacy Chapter 3 (Incest)

naughtybutnice 5397 days ago on Story Awards

Chapter 3
Old Habits, New Memories

Early the next day as Jenn and I were taking our routine shower together I was lost in thought as the hot water ran down our naked bodies. Jenn wrapped her arms around me which brought me back to reality.
“Still thinking about what’s in those bags huh Robbie boy?”
“Huh yea I guess” I lied forgetting completely about last night’s mysterious bags my mind was on the fact of whether or not I should tell jenn about how I had fucked mom like a mad man. She had already figured out me and mom had at least fooled around in the shower.
“Well too bad for you cause I’m saving those bags for a special occasion” Said jenn in a babyish voice

“Special occasion?” I inquired
“Yep” said Jenn and that’s all she’d say on the matter as she stepped out of the shower.

Later that day Jenn and I were just generally being lazy watching TV and half heartily cleaning Jenn’s messy apartment.
“Speaking of cleaning I need to clean my own apartment you know the one I never stay in.”
“Well it ain’t my fault that you’re a sick little fuck who can’t get enough of his big sis”
“It god damn is your fault for being so fucking sexy” I said feigning anger.
“Can’t help how I was born little brother”
“Well I’m going over to my place to get some stuff done”
“Well I won’t be here when you get back cause you know I got to go into the office at five today”
“Okay” I said
“Fuck you later bro” called Jenn as I headed for the door.
“It’s a date” I yelled back.

Back at my cheap hell hole of an apartment I saw a rent past due notice on my door.
“Great another thing to worry about” and I still hadn’t found a new job since I quit at print shop down town. Which was another reason my dad and I didn’t get along he was a firm believer that I was a lazy bum who never amount to crap. I went inside and the smell of month old take out assaulted my senses right away. I held my nose and began the hard work of restoring my hell hole into a slightly less filthy hell hole. Half way into figuring exactly what was growing in the fridge my cell rang, it was mom.
“Hello”
“Hey baby” replied mom’s sweet voice “Can you and your sister stay over here tonight?”
“Sure” I replied very enthusiastically thinking it might turn out to be a repeat of the other night’s little sleepover.
“Oh no baby not that” said mom guessing at the reasoning behind my enthusiasm laughing “your father will still be home tonight” her voice dropping to a whisper as she mentioned my father.
“Oh” I replied more than a little disappointed.
“I know baby its some much I want to show and teach both you and Jennifer about the wonderful life that could be had now that we have been with one another.”
“Ok mom” I said trying to hide the hurt in my voice thinking that mom was having second thoughts about what happened between us.
“Soon my wonderful angel soon we will have our chance again to really show each other how much we care, but the reason I want you and Jenn to stay over is because I want to get an early start on painting the living room tomorrow and your father swears he will be too tired to help after work tomorrow.”
“Ok I think I’ve got a couple of paint suits around here somewhere” I said
“Great then I’ll see you kids later tonight after Jenn gets off Work?”
“Sure”
Ok bye bye Robbie”
“Mom I love you” I said with real longing in my voice. There was a pause before the line went dead.

After the talk with mom I didn’t feel much like cleaning my shitty apartment so I went to the bar around the block from my apartment. Which didn’t do much good all I did was down a few beers and think of mom; how much I loved her I mean really loved her. I knew I did I wanted to be her everything. I mean I loved Jenn too I really did but I loved her like a sister a extremely hot sister who I’d fucked and would most definitely fuck again and often, but still a sister. Jenn had said the same herself that she loved me like no one else but she would still want to eventually find someone else and get married. We agreed that we would still see other people and still be together after all we really weren’t cheating on our lovers because Jenn and I were family first and after all who would suspect that their lover was cheating on them with one of the lovers family members. But somehow I just felt like mom was different it was fine to share her within the family but I couldn’t imagine her fucking anyone else. The thought of it made my very heart ache.

I left the bar feeling as if my love for my mother had grew tenfold like we were more than mother and son we were truly lovers. I went back to my place to grab the paint suits and wait for Jenn to get off work. I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes I heard Jenn’s silver coupe pull up out front. I got into the little sports car and we sped off down the sheet to our parent’s house. When we pulled up the house it must have been just after 12:00 AM because dad always turned out all the lights and went to bed at twelve. As we made our way up the drive way we saw someone looking out from behind the curtains. By the time we made it to the door mom was already opening it to let us in wearing an almost translucent night gown that showed off her bare silver dollar nipples. Mom whispered “hey”, and silently led us to the two adjuring guest bedrooms at the back of the house.

Mom we got to the first of the spare rooms mom went in first and flicked on the lights followed by Jennifer then me.
“Robbie you can sleep in here tonight and jenn can have the room next door” said mom as she sat down on the bed next to me and put her hand on my thigh.
“Mom Robbie and I can share, I’m sure Robbie won’t mind” said Jenn with a grin
“I’m sure she won’t” said mom with a huge smile “but there will be no monkey business while your father is here”
“Ahh if you say so mom” said jenn crossing her arms in a pretend pout
“I do say so” remarked mom with forced sternness.
Mom got up to leave beckoning Jenn to follow, once she got to the door frame still with her back to me she stopped and wiggled her panties over her shapely round ass and down her sexy legs were they fell at her ankles.
“Thought these might help pass the time” said mom as she stepped out of one leg of the panties and flicked the pair into the air with one foot where they fell delicately on my already rising dick.
“It’s been a while since you raided my hamper” said mom as she looked back over her shoulder at my stunned face. All my childhood memories came back of me sneaking into my mother’s private bathroom after she had taken a shower and stealing the pair of panties she had worn that day and using them to masturbate. I would take the panties back to my room and lie naked under my covers and rub the slightly damp silky smooth fabric all over my body smelling her musky feminine odor then wrapping my cock in them and masturbating thinking of her slowly riding up and down on my hard cock until I erupted into the soiled panties. Then I would sneak back into her bathroom and ball them up and burry them under some other clothes. This was almost a nightly occurrence for me in my younger years.

“You knew the whole time?” I asked amazed
“A mother always knows” said mom as she closed the door pulling Jenn out behind her.
As I was contemplating this fact Jenn burst back in saying “and don’t think you were fooling anybody when you use to pretend you had nightmares so you could sleep in my bed and try to feel me up when you thought I was asleep either”
“Damn busted again!” I laughed
“Come on Jennifer Ann Nash! “said mom as she dragged Jenn down the hall.
“Come on mom he gets those and what do I get?” I heard Jennifer ask in her best spoiled brat voice as they walked down the hall.
“Why Jenn I don’t think I’ve had the chance to properly kiss you goodnight” replied mom in a sexily suggestive manner.
“Oh!” said Jenn in a much happier manner.
My pole shot back up to full mast as I pondered what exactly a proper goodnight kiss was as their voices faded away.

(This is a Jenn short story special for those of you who were wondering what a “proper goodnigh”t kiss is.)

**Note this story tells of what happened after they left Robbie’s room & is told from Jennifer’s point of view.**

As mom opened the door to the second guest bed room I flopped down on the soft mattress.
“Now were is that goodnight kiss you promised?”
“Be a good little girl and get ready for bed first” said mom in a sexy motherly voice. So I removed my tight hip hugger jeans slowly and seductively making sure she saw every sexy curve. Then I pulled off shirt oh so slowing taking my time with each button as mom watched me with eyes like a predator ,till I was down to my socks, bra and panties. I lay back on the bed removing each sock painfully slow exaggerating each movement showcasing my long sexy 24 year old legs. Then I slowly unclasped my bra dropping it to the floor. I ran my fingers around the edge of my panties. Before turning around and reaching ever so slowly over the bed to retrieve my over sized sleep shirt. Giving mom ample time to admire my petite shapely ass, she nodded her approval hungrily. Then I sat on the bed facing her with my legs spread wide showing her my moist panties.

“All done now mommy” I said in my favorite little girl voice.
“Good girl, are you ready for your goodnight kiss?” said mom in her motherly way
“Uh huh” I answered in the same little girl voice.
“Good” said mom as she eased me back onto the bed and lifted my shirt kissing from just below the navel up to my tits.

Then she lifted my shirt over my tits and her tongue danced around my rock hard nipples. Then she drew one of the hard tiny nubs into her month sucking gently at first then harder all the running her tongue over it. Short gasps and moans escaped my lips as she continued this time on the other nipple while messaging the other breast. Slowly painfully slowly she kissed her way down from between my breasts on down my body until she reached the navel were she ran the tip of tongue around is rim, I bucked in anticipation, wanting so badly for her to reach the Promised Land.

After 2 or 3 more tentative kisses she eased my by this time soaking panties down around my knees. One final kiss at the top of my mound, which caused me to buck wildly once again. Then bliss as her tongue expertly roamed over the sensitive flesh of my womanhood. Her tongue slowly dragging over my pussy folds and the thrashing at my clit on the down stroke of tongue. All of a sudden she closed her mouth over my whole pussy aiming to drive me home. Her mouth sucking on my pussy lips, her whole tongue gliding over my pussy the heat of her mouth and the occasional coolness of the surrounding air drove me to new heights. Just when I thought I could take no more she viciously attacked my clit. When I was about to cry out in mind blowing pleasure she jammed 3 fingers coated in her own juices into my mouth to stifle my cries of pleasure

“mm,mm mmm, Yeah right there, YEsssssssssss” I moaned in muffled cries as I began to cum. I could feel the pressure build I was really gonna cum now. Out of reflex alone I pushed her head away and ran my fingers rapidly over my clit. Spraying my one hell of a pussylicking mother full on in the face with my girl cum.
“Delicious as always baby” said mom as she licked her lips, wiping my cum from her face and sucking it off her fingers. Then she calmly stood up wiping her face once more and whispered “goodnight” as she walked out of the room leaving me spent in my afterglow.

(Story goes back to robert's POV now)

This brought my attention back to the matter at hand or to be more specific the matter in hand namely my throbbing cock. “May as well do something about it ain’t like I can go to sleep till I do” I thought to myself. So I removed my pants and boxers and climbed under the covers “just like old times” I laughed to myself. I inhaled deeply taking in the musky scent of my mother’s sex. Oh god it was wonderful my cock growing painfully erect with each whiff. The smell wasn’t quite like I remembered but it had the same effect. I held the panties to my nose breathing deeply for a while, while I stroked my cock under the covers. Then I wrapped the smooth silky material around my still throbbing cock. Feeling my mother’s residual juices as I pumped my panty wrapped cock faster and faster thinking of the first magical time I fucked her just a few days ago. I blew a considerable load in record time.

Afterwards I balled the sperm sodden panties up and fell asleep clutching the messy ball in my hand. Little did I know that they might not be there when I woke up or how I’d wake up.

It was me and Samantha’s one month anniversary and we were passionately kissing about to make love, she was stroking my cock through my pants.
“Robbie…”
“Robbie…”
“Robbie…”

Weird Samantha began to sound a lot like mom then as the veil of sleep faded I realized it was a dream Samantha and I had broken up several months previously and better yet it was my mother calling me.
“Robbie wake up, Robbie, Robbie” better still she was in my bed and she was the one stroking my cock!
“Mom?” I moaned partly out of sleepiness and partly out of arousal.
“Good morning my sweet angel” she said in a sing song voice a still stroking my near erupting cock I was brought to full awareness as I came..
“Good I see you’re fully awake now” said mom with a smile as she rubbed the crotch of the panties I’d had into the creamy mess I had just made on the sheets.
“What are you doing?” I asked looking puzzled but none the less intrigued.
“I like it fresh” said mom as she slid the cum soaked panties on. She shivered involuntary as the cold slimly goo rubbed against her hot sex as she walked around the room.
“You’re a freak” I said jokingly
“And you’re a dirty little mother fucker” she retorted
“And proud to be” I said showing mock pride just before we both burst out laughing.

Mom and I walked down the hall to Jenn’s room. We both were on opposite sides of the bed watching Jenn’s slumbering form.
“How shall we wake darling daughter today my darling son?” inquired mom in a mock aristocratic voice.
“Ooh I know” I said with a devilish grin remembering something I did once when I was drunk. I pulled my cock out still a little coated with cum and rubbed the tip across Jenn’s lips as she slept. And mom began rubbing up and down on Jenn’s uncovered thigh.
“Umm” moaned Jenn was we continued. Then she came around sooner than we thought.
“Mom that was nice” said jenn sleepily “what time is it anyway” Jenn asked.
“Around seven come on get up your father left for work over an hour ago” said mom
“And you!” snapped Jenn as she tried to punch me “Didn’t I tell you if you ever tried that again I’d bite it off?!”
“Sorry” I laughed as I dodged another punch.
“You kids stop playing around and meet me in the living room we gotta lot of painting to do and very little time.

Jenn and I found mom in the den trying to decide the right shade of shy blue to paint the den.
“This is the one” said mom holding up a can that looked to me to be the same shade of blue as the other five. “Well suit up kids and let’s get to work” said mom as she handed each of us one of the paint suits I had bought.

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Mothers Secret Legacy...(October 2007 Forum Best Story Winner)

naughtybutnice 5398 days ago on Story Awards

Well I have always wanted to try my hand at writing erotic stories cause they are always baking in the back of my head all the time. So here is one of my first erotic stories I seriously worked on. Its a incest story I came up with. Hope you all like it.

Mom’s Secret Legacy

Chapter 1
Beginnings:

Oh my god, she was so hot and tight. Jennifer was moaning and bucking beneath me while my thick six each member pumped in and out of her. I was fueled by that crazy early morning horniness and a lust that had been bubbling for years, these same feelings had only been expressed in a few months a mere fraction of the years they had been babbling away in the dark forbidden recesses of this mind. One last fevered half pump and I erupted into the hot we

tness of my beautiful orgasming sister. I collapsed lazily to her side, my dick sliding out of her with a satisfying sloppy slurping sound. Jennifer sighed happily and leaned over and kissed me saying in between kisses
“I-love-you-so-much and thanks for the fuck Bro.”
With that she giggled and threw her arm over my chest.
I laughed and said “Anytime my oh so sexy Sis”
We lay in bed in my sister apartment for nearly another hour to recuperate then the phone rang.

“Hey could you get that Robert? I was just about to hop into the shower.”
“Sure” I said and reached over and picked up the phone.
“Hello” I said into the phone, “Hey Robert honey I was hoping to catch your sister but I needed to talk to you too. What are you doing at your sister’s so early for anyway?”
“Ahh” I mumbled.
“Well anyway I need you and Jennifer to help me finish unpacking the new house.”
“Sure mom” I said “we’ll be over about two or three.”
“Ok, Hun see y’all then, bye.”
Click, the line went dead. I yelled to Jenn in the shower that we had to help mom unpack later. She said sure and that we could go over to mom’s new place when we went into town.

Mom had wanted to move out of town after Grandpa died three years ago. So when the big house in the city was put up for sale she bought it because she said it reminded her of happy times when she was a girl. Later that day after Jennifer had gone shopping must to my annoyance, but she said she would make up for it later that night if I knew what she meant and I most certainly did which I said with a big grin on my face. We drove to the big regal looking house in the city which now belonged to my mother to help her unpack. Little did I know I would soon make memories there I would never forget and even end up living there with my mother and sister.

Jennifer and I rung the doorbell around three we heard footsteps coming toward the door. My mom opened the door wearing a yellow sun dress and a big smile. It always amazed me how much Jennifer and Tracey, my mother looked alike. Mom had smooth silky reddish auburn hair, big brown eyes, a large slightly overweight but curvy body considering her 42 years with large slightly sagging C cup tits with a creamy white complexion. My sister Jennifer was exact younger, smaller, slimmer carbon copy. We both gave mom a big hug and a kiss and went into the house to get to work.
The inside of the house was large and mostly furnished to my mom’s tastes but there were several large boxes in each room.

“May as well get to work guys, these boxes aren’t going to unpack themselves,”
said mom as she led the way to the dinning room.

We unpacked box after box of nick knacks and such until it was late in the evening and we had one room to go… mom’s. We all sat on the edge of mom’s huge king sized bed. We were all sweaty and tired and still had more furniture and a couple of boxes to arrange and unpack in mom’s room. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the thin fabric of mom’s dress was sticking to her ample glistening sweaty bosom. Then I noticed her large dark brown areolas showing through the thin fabric. Jennifer noticed were I was looking and playfully nudged me. I pray mom didn’t notice as easily as Jennifer did.

“Well I going to get us something to drink from the fridge while you kids finish unpacking” said mom as she trotted off to the kitchen.

Jenn and I grabbed the nearest box to us marked PERSONAL ITEMS in big black letters on the side. Jennifer grabbed the box cutter giggling and saying “oh, this one is going to be fun! Because I think I know what’s in this one. ”
She sliced open the top and we both stared gawking at the amazing array of sexual devices and paraphernalia in the box. The box held pairs of furry cuffs, a Polaroid camera and hundreds of Polaroids, lube, several dildos, vibrators, dongs and even a strap-on. Jennifer began admiring mom’s many dildos and I grabbed a handful of the Polaroids, most were of my mom and dad in several compromising positions when they were younger and a couple of very hot shots of mom solo. As I was sorting through the photos about to drop them back in the box and put them away before mom come back I noticed a couple that appeared to be Grandpa Luke…fucking mom! Jennifer noticed the pictures as well we were both shocked the photos were taken years ago by the looks of them.

“How long had moms been doing the same forbidden things as my Jennifer and I had been doing for months now?”
“I see from your faces you’re shocked rather than disgusted.” said mom from the doorway.

“I suspect you kids have been doing much the same as your grandfather and I that’s why you have been spending so much time at your sisters isn’t it Robert?”
Jennifer and I both flashed beet red guilt written all across both our faces. Mom came over and sat between us and said we didn’t have to admit to anything but if we did it was perfectly fine with her.

“In fact that’s why your father almost left us three years ago, I grew up in an incestuous family and I told your father after my father died, and despite that fact your father Robert Sr. still loved me but I wanted to tell you kids about it and see if you kids had any feeling of incest and to tell you they were alright but your father flew into a rage at the thought saying he made a serious mistake if he married a woman that would even consider incest in his family. He was so angry and treated to leave and so I never told you kids because of that fact.”

Mom as almost in tears by the end of her confession and Jennifer squeezed my hand and so we confessed to our incestuous relationship.
I told how I had come over to Jennifer’s place a few months ago late one night smashed after my ex Samantha dumped me and after Jennifer got tired of fending off several drunken advances she gave in to her own curiosity. For the next couple of days we avoided each other but when I came over to pick up some stuff Jenn said we had to talk about it so we decided if we both tired it with a clear head we would evaluate our feelings afterwards. We both decided we liked being with each other so we have been doing it ever since. Mom kissed both of us on the cheek said it was fine with her.

We all sat in silence for a few moments contemplating the revelations of the past few moments when Jenn asked, “Hey mom have you ever thought about either of us in a sexual way?”
“Well… yea the thought of both of you has crossed my mind several times.” said mom with little or no embarrassment.
“Well I know Robert has hinted that he thought of you sexually several times” said Jennifer.
“JENNIFER!” I yelled.
“Well we already confessed you may as well put it all out there” said Jennifer.

“Oh have you now” said mom as she put her hand on my thigh.
“Well yea--” I sputtered mom cut me off right there with a deep passionate tongue kiss kissing me like no mom should.

Mom eased me back on the large bed and eased my pants down while still kissing me. Jennifer took to opportunity to rub my dick to semi-erectness. My mind was reeling
“First the unbelievable event that my sister accepted my drunken advances which I had imagined ever since I hit puberty years ago now the second part of most of my fantasies was coming true, MY MOTHER!”

Mom moved from my mouth and got to her knees on the floor in front of me. She removed her yellow sun dress showcasing her sexy creamy curves. She wore nothing but a pair of white satin panties. Then she did what I have dreamed of ever since I saw her laying on her bed naked once when I was twelve. So wrapped her luscious lips around my now painfully erect cock and began to suck me off like a real knob slob. She sucked me fast and hard all the while looking up at me with big brown eyes filled with an indescribable mix of love, lust and longing.

By this time Jennifer had removed her shirt and bra and was furiously kneading and messaging her breasts and pinching and rolling her nipples. I looked from my sister’s lusty masturbating to my mom’s mad sucking. I was lost in a sea of visual and physical pleasure. As I felt my climax rising I decided to focus on Jennifer’s passion at seeing me being sucked off by our own mother. Jennifer had unzipped her pants and was using some of mom’s lube and her fingers to feverishly finger fuck herself as she massaged her breast with the other hand. Seeing my sister so lost in passion at seeing me and mom together combined with mom’s hellava blowjob I was about to explode.
“Mu... mu… mom I’m gonna cum!” I sputtered.

“I know baby, please cum all over your mother’s face liked I always dreamt” pleaded mom breathlessly between delicious slurping sounds of her full lips on my throbbing rod.
Just those words sent me over the edge I shot jet after glorious jet of cum onto my mothers welcoming face. Coating her face, chin and tits in a generous helping of my cum. Seeing this display sent Jenn screaming like a banshee into a squirting orgasm. She soaked the carpet on the floor in front her and mom’s left hand in her girl juice.
“Umm, my little squirt queen” said mom as she crawled wiggling her romp over to Jennifer her face still covered in my cum.

Mom sucked Jennifer’s cum from her fingers “umm so sweet, maybe next time you can coat mommy’s face in your cum” said mom in a sweet slutty voice.
Jennifer looked at mom with completely spent lust filled eyes. Jennifer got on her knees along side mom and playfully licked my cum off mom’s face (Jennifer had always said she loved the taste of my cum) before sharing a passionate kiss with her and helping mom reach her orgasm which wasn’t far off. If I wasn’t so empty I would have cum again right there.

We all awoke the next morning in mom’s king sized bed all warm and snuggled up
together. I woke to mom’s bellowing sobs she was so apparently trying to muffle.
“Mom what’s wrong?”
“I’m a horrible mother, that’s what’s wrong. I molested my son and even my daughter!”
“No your not mom, Jennifer and I both willfully entered into this mom.” I said as I wrapped my arms around her.
She cried softly into my arms.
“Mom Jenn and I both love you so much and we know you love us too, what we did last night was just the ultimate expression of that love. I mean isn’t that what Grandma and Grandpa taught you when you were growing up?”
“Yes, but it isn’t for everyone and I thought it wasn’t for me anymore when I married your father. I still love your father so much but I miss the true love of a family like the one I grew up in.”
“And now you have one”
“your father will never accept this and I hate going behind his back but I want to feel this love so much but only as long as you are willing.
“Of course Mom I have wanted this for so long and I’m sure Jenn wants this too”
“I do mom” said Jennifer who had only had her eyes closed.

Mom who had stopped crying embraced us warmly and kissed us each on the forehead.

“Thank you kids I love you both so much, but your father can never find out about us I love him too much. I now your father is always working and is so cold and distant sometimes but he loves you kids and is a good man.”
“We know mom” said Jenn and I almost at the same time.

“How about some breakfast kids, your father won’t be home till dinner.” Said mom has see got out of bed completely neglecting her robe and walking in all her glory to the kitchen wearing only her fuzzy slippers. Jennifer gave me a light kiss on the lips and flowing suit with mom and walking completely nude into the kitchen. I lay in bed thinking what promises this whole situation could hold and the dangers of hurting my father. After a few minutes of silent contemplating, I not being as brave as mom and Jennifer walked into the kitchen wearing only my boxers.

Chapter 2
Sealed Deal:

After a surprisingly normal breakfast considering the fact that both mom and Jennifer ate breakfast completely nude. We all went into the den me in my grey boxers and mom and Jenn still nude. Jenn laid out on the couch and flipped through the channels and mom sat at the computer to get some work done because she worked from home. Maybe it was just me because what had happened had been a major fantasy of mine for so long I couldn’t fathom how mom and Jenn could be acting so normally (well except for them being naked).

“Ah… mom?”
“Yes baby?”
“So we are just going to act all normal and crap after what happened?”
Jenn looked at mom expectedly I could tell she had the same question on her mind “What happens now?”
Mom laughed and smiled at me saying “Baby not only is this just the beginning of a whole new wonderful world. Part of this new world is getting use to that sort of thing happening more often or at least when we get a chance.” said mom with a seductive smile and wink.

Mom got up from the computer saying that see needed some sleep after the physical and emotional strain of last night. She kissed Jenn on the lips not necessarily passionately but most definitely not motherly at least not in the traditional sense. Then she kissed me much the same way except she reached into my boxers and stroked my morning wood, an involuntary gasp escaped my lips. “Maybe your sister can help with your little… or should I say big problem down there because I have got to get some sleep if I’m gonna have dinner ready for your father tonight.” With that she was off to her bedroom. I turned expectantly to Jennifer. “Well how about it big sis” I said pointing to my stiff rod straining the fabric of my boxers. “Sorry little brother, I’m going to the mall to get some stuff.” So Jenn pulled on a tight t-shirt and jeans, grabbed her purse and was out the door. Leaving me standing in the den with a stiff erection and little else.

So I decided I was just going to sleep it off so I went into one of the three guest bedrooms to try and sleep it off. A couple hours later I awoke with the same problem! I looked out the window and saw that Jenn’s car was still gone so I went to the bathroom to pee on the way back I heard a low hum from mom’s bedroom and I peaked inside from the crack of the door. I saw my gorgeous mother laying back in a sitting position with her knees up and her legs spread with her slippers still on and a vibrator in her ass! My hand went unconsciously my dick and began stroking my hard hot veiny pulsating member. My mind racing with the brief moments I saw my mother nude as a child and masturbating night after night thinking of the woman who gave birth to me.

Then I heard my mother’s soft moans as she fingered her wet sex as the vibe in her ass hummed away. She began to squirm as her passions mounted her toes gripping her crimson satin sheets in her ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back in head as she was nearing her peak her lips mumbled “Rob…Rob….RobERRR...” then she grunted in an almost primal way “ROBERRRRRRRRRTT!” Hearing my name and not caring if it was meant for me or my father I stalked into the room my cock oozing precum, driven by madding lust and years of unfulfilled fantasy and the thought that although she had sucked me off, the ultimate act had yet to be done the deal had yet to be sealed. I stopped at the foot of the bed “Mother I’m here and please don’t deny me”, I pleaded in a maddened state. Her eyes shot open and seeing me there and hearing my voice sent her screaming over the edge.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed as her whole body gave way to orgasmic shudders. The absolute mind altering sight of seeing this goddess, this beautiful masterpiece of human sexuality, my mother lost orgasmic passion sent me into overdrive. I just wanted to fuck this sexy goddess right now or I felt as though I’d die. I climbed onto the bed and mounted the sexy fucking bitch I dreamt of entering for so long.

I plunged into her still quivering body, my manhood found her wet sex and entered her almost on it’s on. “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST” she was perfect like her love canal was made just for me. She was positively soaking wet and so fucking hot! Her body accepted my member hungrily drawing me deeper and deeper her vaginal muscles practically milking me. “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” stammered my mother as she wrapped her arms around my neck as her eyes began to roll back as she neared her second orgasm. I wrapped one arm around her and grabbed the backboard with the other as I slammed my throbbing rod deeper and deeper faster and faster into the object of years of repressed desires.

The whole bed rocked madly with our passions as I rammed faster and faster into the bliss that was my mother. Her cries of lust filling the whole house, I could feel my cum rising… any second now. This feeling just spurred me on faster. My mother’s cries faded away as what felt like gallons of semen pumped through my dick and into my mother who was still wrapped tightly around me. The last thing I remember before I lost consciousness was the shaking of my body and my mother’s labored breathing.

I awoke to the feeling of steaming water showering over my body and a warm body pressed against my back.
“Thank you so much baby!” whispered mom as she held me in the shower
“That was the most wonderfully amazing love-making I’ve had in a long time, thank you so much baby”
“What happened” I asked
“You fucked your mother’s brains out that’s what and then you passed out”
“I did?”
“You did my sweet angel”
“Mom I didn’t mean… I just couldn’t control myself… I… I’m sorry”
“Sorry? Why would you be sorry? It was single most earth shattering time of my life and I wouldn’t trade one second of it for anything”
“Mom I…” then she placed a loving kiss on my lips
“I love you son”
“… I love you too mom”
“Well how about we actually take a shower now we can’t sit here forever basking in the after glow and its only three hours till your father gets home and I still have to cook dinner and we can’t be smelling like sex when your father gets here now can we?”
“I guess not” I said as I reluctantly rose to stand up in the shower.

I lathered up my body and began showering as mom did the same behind me half way through the shower we were doing more playing and rubbing than actual showering.
Mom reached from behind me and grabbed my limp dick and rubbed it with a soapy hand saying that we really needed to get that part clean barley suppressing a laugh as she said so. Then we changed places so mom could get under the shower. As mom was rinsing the suds from her large soapy breasts I step forward into her rubbing my semi-erectness against her crack.

“Maybe I’ll let you in that way later tonight after your father is asleep” said mom as she felt the tip of my dick probing at her back door. “Now quit it before we start up again” she said playfully as she swatted away my dick.
“Okay” I said “but we still need to clean you up” I said devilishly as I reached around and held her under her breasts with my left arm and spread her pussy lips with my right hand.
Letting the warm jet stream hit her sensitive clit drawing soft OOHs and AHHs from her soft sexy lips as she moaned into my neck. I watched as gobs of my pearly cum was washed away from that hot blissful heaven from which I was born into the abyss of the shower drain.

After the shower and we dried off making sure each and every crack and cranny of us was inspected and dry (by rubbing excessively and longingly each body part, paying “special” attention “certain” areas.)
“Ahh what a great shower, we should shower together more often Robert” said mom as she smiled loving at me.
“Agreed” I said with a grin thinking of the future showers we would share.
After we were dressed and considerably more “cooled off” we found Jenn starting dinner in the Kitchen.
“Enjoyed your shower?” asked Jenn with a smirk
“Sure did” I laughed
“Maybe I’ll join you next time.” Said Jenn
“Its gonna be crowed” I quipped
Mom laughed as we shared a smile and Jenn said there is no way she was missing another “family” shower again.

By the time dad got home dinner was on the table and we were all sitting around the table waiting on him to arrive. Then around 8:45 he came into the kitchen through the back door caring his same old leather brief case he’d had for years. He sat at the table apologizing for being late like he had done for years ever since Jenn and I were kids. Mother just smiled and said it was fine.

“I see you roped the kids into helping you unpack” said dad as he looked Jenn and I over.
“it was actually a lot of fun” remarked jenn with a grin, mom and I both flashed a slight shade of red and mom shot Jenn a dangerous look.
“Fun?” asked dad with a puzzled look.
“Yeah you know decorating and stuff” replied Jenn the lie sliding smoothly from her lips.
“Oh” said dad
“So how was the business trip?” I asked
He cut his eyes across to me and said “Fine.”
“So what do you think of the house dear?” asked mom
“What? Oh the house its fine dear” he said in an almost annoyed tone.
“I’m going to bed its been a long day see you kids later” said dad as he got up from the table and headed for the bedroom.

Dad had barely touched his food and obviously didn’t give a flip about the house mom seemed to be upset by his behavior. So mom went after him while me and Jenn cleared the table and washed the dishes. A few minutes later mom came back into the kitchen as me and Jenn were finishing up.
“You kids can go on home your father is in one of his moods”
“You sure mom we could stay the night” said Jenn
“I’ll be fine you two go own home I’ll call you tomorrow” said mom then she placed a soft very motherly kiss on each of our foreheads and walked us to the door.
As Jenn and I were walking down the long driveway toward Jenn”s silver coupe Jenn slipped her hand into my back pocket and squeezed my ass.

In the car on the way back to Jenn’s apartment we discussed what happened at dinner.
“Dad sure was acting funky” said jenn
“Dad has never been one of those “go get em son” kinda dads” I said
“I know but he really has been more withdrawn lately and acting like it annoys him to spend time with any of us even mom and I know it hurts her.”
“Dad’s always kinda been a jerk if you ask me even when we were kids; mom has always been the one there for us.”
“yeah I know, but still I wanna know what’s going on with dad.” said Jenn with a sigh.
“Well on to happier topics like what did you get at the mall because those did look like the usual shopping bags.”
“You’ll see soon enough Robbie boy” taunted Jenn as I chased her into her apartment trying to snatch the bags.

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Forum April 2007 Story of the Month-------------Going hunting with dad

Jolly1 5403 days ago on Story Awards

going hunting with dad....April 2007 Story of the Month

Jenny
was totally upset with her father, this was his weekend to have her and
she as being dragged along on a hunting trip. There were 5 men and
Jenny. The only thing Jenny could even look at as positive was the fact
that during the 2 days she would be left alone in the trailer and she
could play with herself till she was sore.

Her father owned a nice 29 ft trailer and it was just for she and her
dad- the other 4 men were split between two other trailers being towed
behind pick-ups they all seemed to have.

Jenny was 15 and had found

her pussy the year before. She loved the
feeling of cumming and masturbated as much as she could, however her
mother always seemed to be around and that made it a little difficult
as her mom worked from home. There was another difficulty and Jenny
checked on the internet and with a friend and realized she was what was
known as a â€œsquirterâ€ and that made it hard to conceal as she either
had to have a towel or do it in the shower or over the toilet.

After two hours of driving; the team got to where they were heading and
made camp. The guys couldnâ€™t wait to go hunting and soon after setting
up, were off to the woods- and headed south to where they felt deer
would be.

After two hours in the car Jenny needed some air as well and went for a
walk with her camera. She headed north, to not wind up getting shot
from some hunter.

Jenny hadnâ€™t been walking through the woods for more then 10 minutes
when she saw a clearing up ahead. She thought she spotted a big deer,
but wasnâ€™t sure. As she got closer she realized that she was actually
approaching two deer, a big buck and a doe and she almost laughed when
she realize what she had stumbled upon. The buck was trying to mount
the doe and it appeared that she wanted no part of it. Still Jenny
could see that the buck had a hard dick that must have been like 18â€
long swinging below his body. He would jump on the doeâ€™s back and try
to hit the spot, but the doe would take off at just the right to make
him miss. Jenny started snapping off pictures, especially of the dick
hanging below the buck.

Watching this was like watching porn and Jenny soon felt herself
getting turned on. She around and found a big tree. She leaned up
against, reached down to her pants, undid them and let them fall to the
ground. She now had access to her pussy and a view of the two deer.

Jenny watched as the deer played at mating and was disappointed when
the doe finally just ran off into the woods. The buck didnâ€™t follow, he
stood in the sunny clearing and started eating some grass, his dick was
still long bit losing some hardness.

Jenny on the other hand was nearing a orgasm and her fingers were
getting wet with her woman goo, She watched as the buck suddenly picked
up as his head as if heard something.. Jenny looked around, She hadnâ€™t
head anything, and she weas thinking of pulling up her pants as the
buck started to head toward her. The way he was moving his head it
looked like her was following a smell as kept lifting his head.

Jenny started to wonder if he smelled her, and more importantly the
smell of her pussy. She was fantasizing about the long dick inside her,
even though a virgin she knew that long dick would have to feel good.
She knew he would get scared off if she was standing and dressed, so
she quickly got undressed and got down on all fours. He neared her
cautiously, but he was much bigger then her and that gave him
confidence.

He came over to Jenny and started to sniff at her and moved all around
her. When he got between her legs he stopped and brought his noise
close to her pussy and Jenny was getting even move excited. The deer
had a feeling this might be the place for mating, but he could tell the
smell was not of his breed. He continued his walk around her and Jenny
was disappointed that he didnâ€™t try to lick or mount her.

The buck was back to being in front of Jenny and he just stood there.
She could see that his dick had grown again and that maybe he got
turned on when he smelled her pussy. Jenny slowly walked toward the
buck, on all fours. He just stood there as she approached and then she
went to his side. Jenny could see his dick and was trying to figure out
what to do, when to her own surprise she moved forward and licked the
buckâ€™s long shaft.

The buck moved away, but moments later moved back, Jenny licked again
and realized that it didnâ€™t taste half bad.. She moved her head and
took the funny shaped dick into her mouth. The buck stood there but
after a few sucks nature took over and he started humping her mouth.
Jenny wasnâ€™t expecting this and before she knew it she had about 4â€
inches of him in her mouth. She tried to hold him in her mouth but the
trusts were to forceful and she backed her head away from him.

The buck had been refused one lay a few minutes ago and wasnâ€™t going to
let that happen again. She sniffed at Jenny and moved around her till
he found the spot he had smelled before. He didnâ€™t have to jump on
Jennyâ€™s back as she was short enough not too, so he positioned himself
behind her and moved forward.

Jenny felt the deerâ€™s dick hit her butt check. She suddenly realized
that what she was thinking about a few minutes earlier was about to
happen and she was excited. She moved her butt to the side and suddenly
found the dick slide between her now swollen labia. It sent a pleasant
shutter through her and the deer felt the wetness as well. The next
thrust fount its mark and a couple of inches of his pointy tip were
inside her.

It felt great in Jenny and she held back a moan, as she was scared that
a human voice would scare off the big buck. But that thought was
meaningless on the next thrust. The big buck rammed his next thrust
deep inside her. Jenny felt the pain of her hymen being torn away and
screamed in pain. The buck paid no attention to the scream and kept
humping his strange looking doe and shoving more and more of his long
hard dick inside his mate.

It took a few more thrusts for the pleasure inside Jenny to outweigh
the pain, but once it did she was moaning and quickly heading for a
orgasm. Jenny felt like she must have almost nine or ten inches inside
her virgin pussy and long hard thrusts were something she had never
felt before. A few more strokes and Jenny was over the top, she felt
her pussy explode and heard the rush of cum squirt out of her and onto
the leaves below her, she felt the spatter of the cum off the ground
and back up onto her thighs and her belly, she knew that she had
squirted a lot more than normal and she just kept cuming.

She heard the buck make some kind of noise and then felt her pussy fill
with warmth. She knew she was getting her first shot of cum inside her
and this made her climax again. The felt great physically and mentally.
Once the buck came her pulled out of her and a moment later was
prancing away back into the woods.

Jenny didnâ€™t even try to stand â€“ she crawled on all fours back to where
her clothes lie. She could smell the sex in the air, or maybe it was
just because she had her cum all over her thighs and the bucks cum was
slowly running out of her pussy.

When Jenny got to the big tree she turned and sat up and leaned against
it. She looked down between her legs and saw white cum mixed with some
of blood. She didnâ€™t know how she was going to clean up and looked
around for some tree with big leaves or something. As she was looking
around she heard something or someone coming. She started to panic that
someone might see her naked sitting there. Before she could get up and
get dressed she saw what was making the noise, it was a big wolf.

The wolf was sniffing along the ground and once he found the spot that
Jenny had squirted, he started to lick the leaves. Jenny saw this and
started thinking quickly. She knew that wild animals donâ€™t like to be
challenged and the worst thing to do is run. Jenny got back on her
hands and knees and turned her butt toward the wolf. She dropped her
head and looked between her legs to see what was going on.

The wolf noticed Jenny and slowly moved toward her. He lifted his head
as if picking up the scent and moved up behind her. Jenny was getting
nervous and excited at the same time. She could see between her legs
and now could see his underbelly. Till this point she didnâ€™t know if
the wolf was a male or female, but could now see he was a male, and
built like a dog.

To Jennyâ€™s surprise the wolf came right up behind her and stuck his
nose between her legs and then licked her from her pussy to her butt
hole. Sparks went shooting through her body and she felt her pussy
starting to tingle. The wolf continued to lick and must have liked the
mixture that had been dripping out of her. Jenny smiled to herself and
thought â€œwell I guess I found a way to clean up down there.â€

Jenny dropped her head again and looked back under herself and the wolf
and saw that there was now about a 2 inch red thing sticking out of the
wolfâ€™s sheath. She gathered he was getting turned on and she definitely
was as he continued his licking.

Without warning the beast jumped up on Jennyâ€™s back and grabbed her
around her chest. As with the buck she started to feel something poking
her butt cheeks, but missing the mark. Jenny balanced herself on one
arm and reached behind her, she felt the furry sheath and aimed it
toward her pussy. She felt a wet thing about the size of a finger enter
her pussy and quickly put her hand back on the ground as she could
barely hold the weight of the wolf on her back.

The wolf started to hump behind her and the little finger sided cock
start to grow and expand. Jenny soon felt like the wolf was filling her
pussy more than the buck did, not in length but in girth. And the speed
at which she was being fucked was intense. Where the buck took long
powerful thrusts, in contrast the wolf was making very quick strokes in
and out of her very wet pussy. It didnâ€™t take long and Jenny was coming
again.

The wolf moved his body up on Jenny and then pushed more of his thick
dick inside her. She had no idea how big he had grown, but she was not
very full and just kept cumming.

She knew about dogs mating as she had read some stories on the
internet, and she realized that it was his knot that she soon felt bang
the outside of her pussy and sending even a greater pleasure as his
knot was hitting her clit. She tightened her pussy the best she could
as she didnâ€™t want to get stuck with this wild animal that might get
mean if he couldnâ€™t dismount her.

The knot and large dick drove her closer and closer to another climax
and her tightening up was making it more intense. She couldnâ€™t believe
that she still had vaginal fluid left, but she started to squirt like
crazy again, the additional lubrication was all it took and the knot
went inside her climaxing pussy. The pleasure turned quickly to pain
and almost just as quickly to pleasure again. It didnâ€™t take long and,
even though she was wet from her own cum, she felt her pussy fill with
the hot cum of the wolf.

The wolf kept pumping but at a slower pace. Jenny was concerned about
getting stuck and felt it was a good time to try to push him out.
Between her cum and his she was able to push and lucking move her knees
forward. Before the wolf completely swelled his knot, she had
disengaged them.. Jenny quickly to see the cock that had been inside
her, and as she changed potion to look, the wolf jumped off her. Jenny
sat and looked at his dick and her eyes widened as she saw what looked
like a 10â€ dick that really think and the knot had to be 5 or 6 inches
across. She couldnâ€™t believe that less than an hour ago she was a
virgin and now she had be able to take a knot like that.

The wolf walked up to her and put his nose between her legs. She opened
them wide and he started to lick out his and her cum, basically
cleaning her up. Jenny rubbed her hand through his fur and enjoyed the
bath she was getting. Even after cumming as much as she did, she was
starting to get turned on again. But after a couple more minutes the
wolf had had enough. He picked up his head, looked strangely at the
bitch he had just fucked and backed away. Jenny looked to her side and
saw the camera sitting there. She was able to get a few pictures of her
lover before he too took off into the woods.

Jenny figured she better get going and slowly stood up and got dressed.
She was sore from the fucking she had just had, but all the lubrication
had kept her labia from getting raw, so her walking was just slightly
painful, but a reminder of what had just gone on.

Jenny made her way back to the trailer before the men came back. She
had time to clean up and take a nap, and dream of what might happen the
next day if she went back to the same spot, where she had left her
scent more than once today.

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March 2007 Story of the Month--Kalla Chapters. 1

Jolly1 5403 days ago on Story Awards

March 2007 Story of the Month--Kalla
Chapters. 1

Kalla

by Hanes-el

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Chapter 1

It was the first and only day that I can recall that I slept in. Itâ€™s not why I
remember the day so, but the day is probably why I remember that I slept in. It
was her birthday. Her fourteenth birthday, and the day that she was to be
inducted as Queen of Kalla. I donâ€™t know why but the dream that pressed me to
sleep longer then I should have, was of the day that caused Dakota to so
prematurely acquire her duties as ruler.

My eyes broke open in panic with mother shaking me half to death. I was
disoriented and scared. Motherâ€™s hands slipped from my sweating arms. Reality
faded back to me and when my mind caught sight of light breaking through the
glass hole in the wall; my slowing heart broke into a sprint again. I ripped
the sheets from above me and jumped out of bed. Motherâ€™s cries of shame and
fear back dropped my frantic race to dress myself; no time for bathing.
Skipping from my bedroom attempting to fit my last shoe on, I headed for the
kitchen.

Breaking through the swinging doors, I searched in shame where everybody stood
waiting. Why did I sleep in, why today, of all days, the most important one of
her life? Thankfully, two chefs were already waiting by the door for me. That
would save me from having to walk between the dozen faces staring down at me.
Holding my arms out, the taller of the two chefs placed the highly decorated silver
tray in my grip. Speedily, I walked back up the grand staircase to my masterâ€™s
room, eyes all around me staring.

Everybody in the palace knew me, at least if they had met Dakota, chances are
they met me as well. And even while working in the palace without ever meeting
the royal family, one would know at least of the highest servants under them,
the ones who you must step aside to. I was Dakotaâ€™s head servant, my mother was
her motherâ€™s, the preceding Queenâ€™s head servant, and a man named Phillip held that
title for the prior King.

I stood before her door as the shorter of the two sentries before it pulled a
key out and unlocked it. I looked timidly at the more handsome sentry who
pretended to look away, searching for anything that might attempt unlawful
entry.

Balancing the tray on my right arm as the shorter sentry turned and resumed
staring away from the doorway, I turned the handle and pushed the very heavy
solid wood door open. I slipped in and shut the door behind me.

I walked through the small front room and into the bedroom of the Princess. My
chest exhaled a huge sigh of relief. She was still asleep. She also seemed
determined to enjoy every minute of that twenty-five hour day.

Every organ in my body freed itself from the tense grip all the other servant
in the house put on me. With Dakota, I was always free, she didnâ€™t care if I
was late or imperfect; she cared for me as a friend, which is what mother said
was exactly what I existed for. The head servantâ€™s primary goal is to be a
friend first and a waiter second; at childhood, she had said, this is the most
important rule of all. Since the age of three, I was a subject to the Princess.
And at seventeen years, I was soon to become the head servant and best friend
to the Queen of Kalla, one of most powerful empires on the planet. I was one of
the farthest from royalty in the land but I held nearly as much power and
influence as a royal, at least inside the palace.

I set the breakfast tray on the side table and rushed to the mirror to fix my hair.
It wasnâ€™t much more than a minute before I was done. I kept it short and
comfortable. Dakota loved it. I had almost gotten in trouble because of it.
Dakota became so entranced in my hair that she once began begging the Queen to
have her own hair cut short. At a younger age with the Princessâ€™s hair cut like
mine, we would look very much like sisters, something that the Queen would not
stand for. Mother talked to Dakota though and she stopped bugging the Queen
about a haircut. I think that she became more aware of how the Queen began
treating me while she pleaded to her that she wanted to look like her servant,
a mere commoner.

I stood before the side of Dakotaâ€™s bed watching the young girl squirm around
on her stomach in her sleep. As her friend and servant, it was me who was
instructed to teach the happenings of puberty to the young Princess. I had only
begun experiencing it a few years before her but mother had said that with my
education from her, and with my own findings with my own body, I would be the
best candidate. The Queen herself found the topic of sex all too enjoyable for
her own being, but felt herself unfit for discussion of the moralities of
growing into a woman to her developing daughter.

It was not easy for me to teach the Princess but she made it as easy as
possible. Like the stories mother taught me of the Queen, Dakota followed quite
well in the curiosity of her sexual being. I had learned the entire history of
the royal family and every quirk of the current one so that I might have best
served my young master, so rarely was I surprised with inconsistencies in
Dakota. At first, she felt that I was too smart for her, but quickly enough,
she embraced my knowledge and looked to me as the older sister with all the
answers to her life. There were no secrets between us.

Staring down to her small squirming body pleasuring itself in a dream, I
thought of the all the times that she had challenged me with her questions and
without an answer, she pressed forward for an experiment to find one.

I looked to the large grandfather clock against the wall, the ninth hour it
held. I moved to the bed unwillingly. I didnâ€™t want to be the cause of breaking
her dream short. I removed her sheet to her feet with the crumbled and kicked
away blanket. Her face gleamed with the tiniest layer of sweat.

Dakota had complained before about waking her up in such dreams. I had always
defended myself with what mother had taught me. Dreams are left unremembered if
they end, waking up during the course of one is what is best, what allows you
to remember and cherish them so. Dakota, reluctant to accept such an idea, but
knowing after a fight with the Queen after being late one morning from me not
waking her, that if being forced to wake up, at least raise her in a manner
which would please her more. Having already the knowledge of both our sexual
beings between us two, I had a pretty good idea what she was hinting at. Two
weeks after that comment, I had acted and was confirmed correct in her true
meaning.

Dakota had clearly been having a whole streak of these wonderful dreams for her
cotton night pants had been removed and kicked down under her sheet to her
blanket.

Dakota loved the feel of silk but when presented one birthday with a whole
wardrobe of silk night clothes, she quickly learned that she did not like silk
so much as to have it covering her entire body. The night pants and shirt were
the doings of the King after a year of unsuccessful fighting with her to wear
underwear, or to at least stop running through the palace in the morning in her
nightgown. That was a year of tremendous stress for the sentries and servants
of the house. Everyone one feared to even look at the Princess in horror of
what the King might assume. Much tribulation was bestowed among the palace when
the two piece pants and shirt were forced onto the young Princess.

Dakota now chooses to wear undergarments on rare occasions, choosing being the
important word. Forcing her to do anything will show just how royal she is. The
Queen learned such very quickly when she personally dressed her with underwear
for weeks and received reports after of servants and sentries around the palace
finding the Princessâ€™s used underwear lying around in plain view.

I set my hand on the sweat of the young Princessâ€™s butt. Slowly I pressed my
hand down between her legs and began massaging the tiny slit. An audible moan
broke the room, a sign that surprisingly pleased me. I could please the
Princess more than her own fantasies played out in a second world. Moving my
small fingers up and down slowly over the heated bulge between her legs, I
began applying more pressure. There was more liquid under her butt cheeks than
just sweat, I could feel that clearly as the prints of my fingers became glazed
with an almost oily substances radiating from the crack below them.

The increasingly heavy breathing from the Princess shifted from her small noisy
nostrils to her now open mouth. Air flooded through the new larger opening. I
continued rubbing the smooth untarnished skin. She would wake up soon.

With her mouth open, she accidently moaned herself awake softly. She opened her
eyes just slightly and looked at me. She still had the small crusting eye
fluids in the corners of her eyes, the light had yet to break fully into her pupils
and break her mind open into the real world. I saw her close her eyes again.
She wanted to play a little longer. If she didnâ€™t think about anything, she
could drift back into the dream she just left and live with her fantasy as I
finished her off.

I climbed as gently onto the bed as I could. It was the softest bed I had ever
touched. I hovered over the young Princess and slowly listened for a minute,
maybe two, but no more. Her breathing shifted back into sleep. As easily as I
could, I maneuvered my balance to my knees and took hold of her body. Her body
was royal to every extreme; the softest skin I had ever felt with no blemishes,
and all this with her own refusal to touch make up. The most the Princess used
was a moderate moisturizer on rare occasions. Slowly I turned her body over
onto its back.

I set my own body to the right of her and pressed my hand comfortably onto the
whole of her exposed vagina. I pushed my hand into it and began caressing the
bare bulge; only few of the softest hairs had grown in. My hand slid easily
over it repeatedly from the lubrication seeping through her crevice. The
Princessâ€™s breathing quickened again. Without the stimulation of her nipples
and stomach squirming on the sheets, she would wake easier out of her deteriorating
fantasy. But I knew how to counter such loss of stimulation while having her
wake up in time.

Her breathing shifted. Bad for me that was. She was reawaking, and on her back,
she would receive the full light of the sun in her eyes forcing her into cognitive
thought and preventing her from more sleep.

Quickly, I singled out my index finger and slid it over the little nub inside
her slit. She was fading from her mental fantasy quickly but her physical one
was just about to peak. I pulled my index finger back and arched it as to rest
the tip against the top of her pleasure nub, her personal reference to it.
Slowly I drove my finger into her while gliding the length of my finger over
her nub. In and out I repeated with growing speed. Dakotaâ€™s breathing became
panting. I had few seconds before she would wake.

I pressed my thumb onto the top of her bulge, squeezing the fatty tissue
between my moving index finger and thumb. Her vaginal fluids ran down the back
of my intruding finger and drained out the tiny opening it made into the open
air; a tiny opening it was, but still an opening nonetheless compared to the
incredibly tightly closed lips of her vagina.

In the fuzzy world between consciousness and unconsciousness, Dakotaâ€™s vocal
cords quivered in moans as her hips began shivering. Neither of us two knew
whether she was awake or not but the high of her orgasm pushed her out of
whatever world she currently occupied and into a black one where the only one
of five senses she used was her touch.

Her small legs squeezed together as her surprisingly strong vaginal muscles
squeezed my index finger, almost as if they were sucking me in. Her twitching
sweaty legs broke at the knees and began rising a bit as her butt cheeks
pressed themselves into the soft mattress. The Princessâ€™s head jerked about
with her eyes scrunched shut as a constant tone reverberated from her throat.
She was holding her breath. Her entire body was tense. I think I might have
outdone myself today. I wish my birthday started out this well.

Her meek moans became pulses as her little hips bumped up and down. I wiggled
my finger around inside of her. Her moans broke into spurted grunts. Her
self-made liquids oozed over my finger as her orgasm peaked. Just to tease her
a bit more, I ripped my finger out of her legs; I thrust it back in. She was in
climax and I repeatedly jammed the entire length of my finger inside of her,
took it all the way out, and jammed it back in. It was not an easy task; her
contracting muscles sure did not agree with my teasing finger as they fought
for it to remain motionless.

Dakotaâ€™s body began writhing a bit. She was crossing into a second,
simultaneous orgasm. In and out, in and out; I jammed my finger through her
body and fought against her strong vaginal muscles that gripped and sucked at
my finger. More liquid spilled from her tiniest little slit and down her butt
crack onto her sheets.

One last time, I jabbed my finger into her and pressed my palm into her
engorged bulge.

Squeezing my palm into her swollen vagina, I felt her muscles begin relaxing.
Her eyes opened and she stared at me.

â€œIf only all my birthday presents were that incredibly great,â€ she gasped.

â€œYouâ€™re becoming Queen today,â€ I reminded in attempt to draw attention away
from having just masturbated her.

â€œIâ€™m still Dakota to you,â€ she cried as I slowly slipped my soaking finger from
her vagina.

Continued...

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SSPAdmins 5474 days ago on Story Awards

This happened early on in our marriage and it has led up to many fucking's for my wife including anything from threesome's to all out gangbangs. Joy enjoys it all and I am so happy to have such a slut for a wife.

One December my wife went to an office Christmas party, where she works. It was for employees only so I was not invited. I told my wife Joy, that I was going to a ball game. But I changed my mind and went home instead.

After watching TV for a while I went to bed. About one in the morning I heard voices. I got up and started to walk out of the bedroom. I saw a man helping my wife in the front door, closely followed by two other guys. I assumed they were three of Joys office co-workers. I backed into the dark bedroom and decided

to watch and see what was going to happen. My wife took off her coat and sat down on the couch near the far wall from the bedroom.

The bedroom was dark and I only had the door open a little so they could not see me. I watched my wife sit down on the couch and almost immediately one of the guys sat down beside her. The other two sat on this side of the living room. I could tell my wife had had quite a bit
to drink as she was not too careful how she sat down.

She had on her short red dress with the low cut neckline that I love so much. As it really shows her legs and the top of her tits. And she never wears a bra with it. When she sat down the dress rode up to almost the top of her nylons. From where I was sitting I could see the white
soft skin of her thighs above the tops of her nylons.

I heard Joy say, "Stop that Joe. I'm a married woman." I could see that Joe had his arm around her shoulders and was trying to kiss her. But Joy kept pulling back. Suddenly Joe pulled Joy towards him and covered her mouth with his. I could see him force his tongue into her mouth. As my wife was trying to pull away from Joe her legs came apart exposing her white panties.

I could see her panties from where I was standing and I knew the two guys on this side of the room could see her pussy hair sticking out of both sides of her panty legs and the slit of my wife's pussy through the very thin material. Joy has a lot of pussy hair. As Joe was holding Joy in a tongue-probing kiss he forced his hand down the front of her dress. I could see him squeezing her tits.

When Joe finally broke the kiss and let her breath, I could tell Joy was getting mad. She tried to get up, but Joe held her down. I heard her say, "OK god dammit that's enough. Now let me up."

Then I saw the other two move to the floor. One on each side of Joy's legs. When she saw this she tried to close her legs. But they each pulled her knees apart until she was wide open with her dress pushed to her waist.

Again Joe grabbed Joy and kissed her hard. Again pushing his tongue into her mouth. As he did he pushed Joy back against the back of the couch until she was almost stretched out with her legs almost off the edge of the couch. One of the guys on the floor reached up between her legs and pulled her panties to the side. Then he pushed his fingers into her defenseless pussy. And he began stroking his fingers in and out of her pussy.

I heard Joy say, "No, no, Joe please no."

I could see Joe had pulled the top of her dress off her shoulders baring both tits. But I could see her pink nipples were getting very hard as Joe began sucking on them.

Then I saw Joy begin to cry as they pulled her panties off. Exposing her beautiful pussy to all of them. In spite of her pleading and crying they pulled her down onto the rug. Two of them held Joy's hands above her head making her tits stand up even higher. And they pulled her legs wide open. I saw Joe drop his pants and shorts.

I heard my wife say, "No, no, no, you can't do this to me, please don't," As I saw Joe's cock sink in-to my wife's pussy. But I could see that in spite of herself, the sucking on her tits and fingering her pussy was having its effect.

I could see Joe's cock went in very easy and was glistening from the juice of my wife's pussy. Joe fucked her for about ten minutes. I saw my wife squeeze her eyes closed and saw her mouth open and her breathing was very fast as it is when she reached a climax.

After Joe shot 'his' load into her he pulled his cock out and I could see the cum running down the crack of Joy's ass. The second guy took Joe's place and eased his cock into her. I noticed now that they were no longer holding Joy's legs open, they just stayed that way. This guy must have had too much to drink. He fucked her for about twenty-five minutes before he shot his load into her. I saw Joy cum about three more times.

The third guy was not satisfied with Joy's spread open legs. He pushed her legs up till her knees were touching her tits. That gave him a straight down shot into my wife's wide-open pussy.

As he was fucking her I saw Joe put his cock against Joy's lips. She turned her head to the side to avoid it. But Joe pushed his fingers into her cheeks on both sides forcing her to open her mouth. By the time she was force to take his cock in her mouth I had already taken off my shorts and I walked into the living room and stood at Joy's feet looking down at my well-fucked wife sucking cock.

Slowly she opened her eyes. Her eyes flew wide open when she saw me standing there. She started crying. She said she was sorry, she couldn't stop them. I said yes I know I saw the whole thing. Then her expression changed to anger.

"Why in the hell didn't you stop them from fucking me? I told her because I enjoyed the show. I told her to remember back when I suggested I'd like to see another man fuck her. And she said that would never happen. Well it just did happen. And I can't wait till the next time.

She said, "You bastard, there won't be a next time."

I said, "We'll see about that," as I eased myself down on her and took my turn fucking her. She was so hot she couldn't stop me and didn't want to...

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Discovering Cousin Ashley Parts 1-..April 2007 Story of the Month

Jolly1 5518 days ago on Story Awards

Discovering Cousin Ashley Parts 1-2...April 2007 Story of the Month

Breathing
hard, I gulped and grabbed the slick metal bars just before me and
tugged myself upward. Aunt Sylvia was saying something to Uncle Jim
back there as I dragged my wet body out of the water. I reached back
quickly to make sure my trunks didnâ€™t fall backward, exposing my rear
end to everyone still in the pool: Aunt Sylvia, Uncle Jim, my mom and
younger cousin Mike . . .

â€œWhere you going?â€ came another voice.

I didnâ€™t look back. â€œNeed to go inside.â€

â€œWhat, you need to pee again?â€ she shouted back.

â€œ

Ashley!â€ That was Aunt Sylvia, voice laced with disapproval. â€œAre you going to talk like that during the whole visit?â€

â€œProbably.â€

Ashleyâ€™s attitude was different, that was sure â€” way different from what I was used to at my school.

I stepped across the patio, feeling the warm concrete under my bare
feet, warmed by the mid-July sun. Aunt Sylvia wasnâ€™t saying anything
and I turned back to the pool to answer. â€œIâ€™ll, uh, Iâ€™ll be right back.â€

â€œWhy donâ€™t you just pee in the water?â€ Ashley asked me. She was still
there, hanging onto a turquoise-and-blue raft with a giant duckâ€™s head.
â€œThatâ€™s what I
would do.â€ Her bare arms clung to the inflatable plastic and her long
brown hair, wet and stringy, clung to her shoulders, some of it
dropping in front â€”

â€œAshley!â€ came her motherâ€™s scold again.

â€œI didnâ€™t say I did, I was just saying, if I were him . . .â€

â€œThat is rude,â€ my aunt proclaimed.

I looked back in time to see Ashley shrug, then she tilted her head back, not caring at all.

Was my face already as red as it felt, and not just from the sun? I
padded across the pavement, grabbed my towel, and stole inside. The
cold air from the air-conditioned sun room washed across me and I
shivered.

In the bathroom, I stripped off my trunks and stood there on my towel,
dripping wet naked. I really did have to go. My thoughts wandered back
to Ashley, still splashing around in the pool in the back yard. The way
she looked . . . the way she acted . . . oh, god . . .

No. Please! That plead was for my penis, which was ignoring me entirely and inflating along with my thoughts. Damn it, I thought. Now I would never be able to aim right.

Somehow I got finished and headed to my room. The towel went on my bed
and I sat on it, buried my head in my hands, and rubbed my drying face
for all it was worth. I couldnâ€™t concentrate! I couldnâ€™t do anything,
couldnâ€™t have fun in the pool like I used to, not while Ashley was
here, not while her fantastic body was sometimes just inches away from
me . . .

For several years I hadnâ€™t seen her, I hadnâ€™t even thought of her â€”
didnâ€™t care much for any relatives of the family, actually. She had
shown up with her parents, my aunt and uncle, some time back, for some
summer get-together that I could barely remember now. I didnâ€™t remember
much about her at the time either. To me she was a girl hardly worth
paying attention to, at an age I didnâ€™t know, though I suspected we
werenâ€™t that far apart.

I had homework and softball games and only saw her once or twice during
that weekend. We barely spoke. At that age, I didnâ€™t care for girls.

Then puberty hit and I discovered new things. While my body was
changing, during those days with two hours all to myself I was changing
too. I discovered not only my new abilities, but the fact that my momâ€™s
catalogs had pictures of nearly naked women in them, modeling bras and
panties. Before, they hadnâ€™t seemed to interest me. Now they did. Oh
god, how they did.

I kept it all to myself, though. I didnâ€™t have any other options. My
school was hardcore Catholic. I never experimented, had never been with
a girl, kissed one or gone any further. I barely even had a girlfriend
â€” a girl I liked who liked me back but that was the end of it.

I could date at 16, my parents said. That was more than half a year away.

Then came that day, the hot Saturday, when the relatives had arrived
for a visit at just after lunch. At first I didnâ€™t really care for the
whole â€œfamily reunionâ€ thing. I was getting into soccer at the time,
and working on the computer; I had one in my room now. I hoped to surf
the â€˜net during most of the time the relatives were here â€” the aunt,
uncle, and their son and daughter, my two cousins.

But first Mom (she was the only one there, my dad was working) made me
meet them in our driveway. And Ashley got out of the car.

My heart leaped into my throat and for a moment I couldnâ€™t help staring. This was Ashley?

She was hot. Blue tank top that crested round . . .
breasts . . . and denim shorts that revealed shapely legs. I could
easily see her navel. Her hair, nondescript from what I remembered
before, was still brown, but now long and silky. And she wore a wide
grin that seemed to tell me she almost didnâ€™t care anything for anybody
. . .

â€œYouâ€™re Brian?â€ Ashley told me, when my mom introduced me.
â€œI donâ€™t remember you before. I just remember some little kid. My, my
how youâ€™ve grown.â€ She clicked her tongue, imitating an adult.

My eyes wandered down to her chest. I stopped myself before she noticed.

â€œYouâ€™re actually kind of cute now, â€˜cuz.â€ Her grin grew wider and she
pulled me into a side hug. â€œI think weâ€™re going to get along all right.â€

My face exploded in heat and I muttered something about hoping they had a good trip . . .

Then I remembered what my mom had planned. We were going swimming, in
the pool in the backyard. That meant everybody would be in swimming
suits, including my mom â€” I was just okay with seeing her in her
one-piece â€” and my aunt â€” and Ashley.

Minutes later . . . time seemed to rocket past . . . I timed it just
right. I felt like a fink, but I had already changed into my swim
trunks and just happened to find myself in the hallway, leaning my bare
shoulders against the wall. I was just waiting on my aunt to finish
lathering my mom with suntan lotion â€” wasnâ€™t sure whether I wanted to
see that. They were both middle-aged and looking just-fine in their
one-piece suits. My auntâ€™s showed a bit more of her â€” well, cleavage â€”
than my momâ€™s did.

But when Ashley stepped out of the bathroom after changing, I could barely keep my eyes off her.

Oh my god.

Was this the first time I had ever seen in a girl like this? Up close?
After puberty? Or had such fantastic creatures been walking around like
this all the time, mostly on the beach, and I hadnâ€™t noticed them
because I was too young and stupid?

Ashley was in a bikini. Yes. My cousin had to be in the tightest,
flimsiest garment a girl could wear in public and still be legal. Her
top was lime green, cupped nicely around her beautiful breasts to form
a deep dark V
in the middle and her bottom was green and blue. I took in all of her
stomach and legs, then her back as she turned down the hall . . .

And her butt. Oh my god, I just couldnâ€™t believe this babe was in my
house and my relative. How old was she? Sixteen? I couldnâ€™t even
remember. But there was her ass, behind only a layer of fabric â€”

Ashley turned and my eyes flew up to her face instead. â€œWere you waiting on me in there?â€

â€œWh . . . what?â€

â€œI mean, were you waiting on the bathroom?â€

â€œYeah.â€

â€œWell.â€ She shrugged and smiled. â€œItâ€™s free. Go, or forever hold your pee.â€

For a moment I was shocked. No one ever talked that way at school; no
one was ever that direct about . . . bodily functions. I couldnâ€™t say
anything. Ashley didnâ€™t even noticed as she turned away, walked into
the nearby sunroom and picked up a bottle of sunscreen to slather on
herself . . .

Oh god, how I wanted to see that. If only I could be invisible just to
watch her. . . . Maybe she would ask me to help. I couldnâ€™t do that! â€”
I would get too flustered from just touching her skin!

I headed into the bathroom. I could work up some incentive to stay in there if I had to.

But the problem grew worse in the pool, with only my aunt and uncle and
mom and younger cousin â€” Mike, who was annoying â€” and the goddess who
had come into my house. Ashley was there all the time, swimming,
splashing, telling Mike off, and diving underwater and then coming back
up. At first I barely spoke to her.

Then at one point she swam up behind me, grabbed me from behind and
dunked me low. I drifted downward, fully prepared to laugh and sputter
when I came back up, then I opened my eyes and saw through the clear,
warm water . . . Ashley, all of her. Her face was above the waterâ€™s
surface. She couldnâ€™t see me from here, but I could see her. Almost all
of her. Her curvy body, wet and hued in rippling blue, breasts . . .
and the place between her legs . . . covered only by what amounted to
pretty much a bra and panties. Just like the models in the catalogs.

I definitely did come up coughing and sputtering. The water helped relieve the heat.

After that I had just tried to avoid her. I didnâ€™t want to admit it,
but my penis was hard almost the whole time, and I didnâ€™t want anyone
to see â€” it would show like crazy through my thin swim trunks. Had
Ashley noticed my quick glances at her, my discomfort and almost
embarrassment? I hoped not. I had hoped the swim would end soon and we
could have dinner, or whatever was planned, and then they could leave
and drive away home . . . and I could take a very long shower.

My hand had wandered down to my penis now, still hard. â€œCome on,â€ I said, forcing my hand away. â€œNot now. Wait until later.â€

Little annoying Mike was still yelling about something outside. I could
hear him and the splashing through the window but not much else. Maybe
I could just stay inside for a while, try to let the heat go away. I
was just getting used to the cold, and my body was drying off, and it
would be a pain to go out there and get used to the water all over
again. . . .

Instantly someone rapped on my door and I tensed. â€œYeah?â€

A female voice muttered something.

â€œWho is it?â€

â€œItâ€™s Ashley, now let me in.â€

Ashley? HERE?

She would see me . . . I mean, of course she would see me, but . . .
she would see me, down between my legs . . . why was she here?

I grabbed my towel and hung it over my shoulder, positioning it just so
to dangle between my legs. Then I walked to the door, unlocked it, and
stood face-to-face with Ashley in her bikini, though partially obscured
by the pink towel that was hanging over her shoulders.

â€œWhereâ€™d you go?â€ she asked me pleasantly.

â€œUm, here, obviously.â€

â€œObviously. You done in the bathroom yet?â€ She stepped in.

Why was she stepping in? â€œHey, this is my room here . . .â€

â€œOh Iâ€™ll get out if you want me too. But good god, Brian, what is wrong with you?â€

â€œWhat?â€

Ashley rolled her eyes. â€œYouâ€™ve been avoiding me in the pool. Youâ€™ve
been avoiding me since I got here, or, so youâ€™d like to think.â€ She
grinned and cocked her head. â€œSomething bothering you?â€

â€œNo.â€

â€œOh yes there is. Donâ€™t think a girl doesnâ€™t know this sort of thing.â€ She laughed a little. â€œYou think Iâ€™m hot.â€

â€œAshley!â€

â€œWell of course you do, now you know you do and thereâ€™s no use denying it.â€ Ashley tsked
at me, then shook her head, making some of her stringy-wet brown hairs
bounce on her bare shoulders. â€œFor some reason youâ€™re all embarrassed
about being attracted to your cousin in her hot bikini. You
didnâ€™t even want to go near me in the pool, didnâ€™t want to touch me,
didnâ€™t want to look at me. Or rather, you didnâ€™t want me to see you looking at me.â€

â€œAshley . . .â€

â€œOh what the hell, Bryan, whatâ€™s wrong with you? Look all you want,
okay? I wear this thing to get looks. Thatâ€™s the idea.â€ Ashley yanked
off her towel, threw it aside, then stood there . . . even spread her legs . . . and stretched her arms up in the air. â€œGet used to it. Iâ€™m sexy.â€

â€œO . . . okay.â€

â€œGood. And now itâ€™s your turn.â€ Ashley stepped forward and before I
could stop her pulled my towel away too. Her gaze wandered down. â€œOh,
would you look at that. You still have that raging hard-on. How long
have you kept that up?â€

â€œAshley!â€

â€œNow shut up, â€˜cuz, or else the adults will hear. Theyâ€™re all still outside, you know.â€

I stared at her face now. â€œAshley . . .â€

She was just staring between my legs. â€œWould you look at that hard-on.
Iâ€™ll bet your dick is nice and big now, isnâ€™t it? Itâ€™s been that way
for at least an hour, ever since you spied on me coming out of the
bathroom in my bikini. Do you think I donâ€™t see you, when Iâ€™m diving
underwater and youâ€™re just staying up there, afraid to move? Your legs
and everything else are right down there where I can see them. Or see it, I suppose I should say. Why do you think I kept diving down?â€

I just stared at Ashley, my skin hotter than a July 4 sparkler.

Ashley sidled closer. She touched my shoulder and I almost winced. Then
slowly, sensuously, she traced her finger down my bare chest . . .
stomach . . . and plucked at the band of my swimming trunks before
sliding her entire hand down my shorts and wrapping her fingers around my penis.

My entire body was about to explode from her touch. Then Ashley squeezed my hard cock.

Somehow I relaxed.

â€œThere,â€ said Ashley, her voice soothing. â€œThat wasnâ€™t too painful, was it?â€

â€œNo.â€

â€œNow be a good boy and take off my bra, will you? I think youâ€™d like to
see my tits and I figure itâ€™s enough reward for letting me â€” mmâ€”â€
Ashley gave another squeeze â€” â€œfeel your dick.â€

My every fantasy was about to come true and I couldnâ€™t believe it. I
was reaching for Ashleyâ€™s breasts . . . I was touching her bra cups . .
. and then sliding my hands underneath the still-wet fabric to clasp
around her symmetric mounds of hot, damp flash and squeeze . . .

â€œOooh, yes,â€ Ashley told me, and she stared at my eyes. â€œSqueeze my boobs. Like â€˜em?â€

â€œI . .. I do.â€

She imitated me. â€œI, I do. Mm-hmm, well, I like this penis and Iâ€™d like to see it real quick before somebody sees us.
Here, let me get rid of this.â€ Before I could see anything, Ashley let
go of my cock, flipped her hands and arms upward through the straps and
ripped her green bra up over her head. With a toss of her hair, she let
the bra fall to the floor, then crouched down after it â€” I saw her
naked breasts from above and stopped breathing â€” and she immediately
grabbed the sides of my swim shorts and yanked down.

My penis sprung out right in front of her face.

â€œOooh, god isnâ€™t this nice?â€ Ashley groped me, repeatedly, wringing her fingers over my stiff cock. â€œLike that, cousin?â€

â€œOh yeah.â€

â€œLike your sexy Ashley feeling your rock-hard cock?â€

â€œYes. Yes I do.â€

â€œItâ€™s longer than I would have thought. Iâ€™d say at least
seven inches.â€ She just kept stroking it, stroking, stroking, then her
motion ceased and she just squeezed me. â€œNow what would you like me to
kiss first? You, or the cock?â€

She would kiss my cock â€” unbelievable! But . . . â€œKiss me first, Ashley!â€

Ashley stood straight, then shoved me down on the bed and then crawled
over me, her face right above mine and she lowered her lips to mine and
we kissed â€” OH MY GOD! Her lips were so wet, hot, clasping rhythmically at mine, silky smooth â€” real.
She hummed and giggled as we smooched, repeatedly, and my hands
wandered to her breasts against and squeezed her. I was really doing
this. I was really doing this . . .

â€œWant to see my pussy?â€ she suddenly asked.

â€œI â€” I canâ€™t believe . . .â€

Ashleyâ€™s face hovered above mine. â€œWhat?â€

I swallowed. â€œI canâ€™t believe my own cousin is such a slut.â€

â€œWell start believing, or else weâ€™ll never get anything done.â€ Done?
â€œYes, I suppose Iâ€™ve picked up some nasty habits in school. Donâ€™t think
youâ€™re the first boy Iâ€™ve done this to.â€ Ashley grinned wider and
backed away to a stand before me â€” I was still lying on the bed. I
scrambled up as she grabbed the sides of her bikini bottom. â€œDid you
want to see my pussy or not?â€

â€œY â€” yes. Your ass, too.â€

â€œThey kind of go together. Okay, here you go.â€ Ashley put on a sensuous glare as she yanked her garment downward. I saw pubic hair. I saw her pussy.
I scrambled to a sitting position on the bed to watch. Then as she
kicked the bikini bottom across the floor she swung her hips from side
to side, traced her hands across her thighs, then turned around and
wiggled her ass just a foot from my face. I saw her butthole. â€œLike me even better?â€

â€œOh yeah.â€

Ashley turned around, grabbed her own breasts, then leaned to the side
toward my window, suddenly quiet. Everyone was still splashing out
there.

â€œNeed to hurry,â€ she said. â€œHere, Iâ€™ll suck your dick first.â€

â€œWhat? Are you serious?â€

â€œShut up and just try not to cum on me right away.â€ Ashley fell into a
kneel and grabbed my penis again, giving me long, even strokes. Then
she jerked her face down and gave my tip a long, deep kiss â€” I moaned,
feeling her hot wet mouth â€” and then she sucked it in.

I trembled, my body as rigid as my cock. â€œOh, Ashley!â€

â€œMmm.â€ She pulled it out with a pop. â€œLike that?â€

I couldnâ€™t reply.

â€œMmm. Mmm.â€ Ashley was sucking it back in and I just
couldnâ€™t believe my cock was inside her mouth. She slurped at my trunk,
then palmed my balls, then sucked on the tip while she twisted her grip
across the base of my cock. â€œMmm. Mmm.â€ Slurp. â€œMmm. Mmm.â€ Slurp, slurp. â€œMmm . . .â€

She varied the rhythm, never the same, sending bolts of thrill through my naked body . . .

â€œOh Ashley . . . oh Ashley . . .â€ I couldnâ€™t say anything else as she
pleasured me. â€œOh Ashley . . . oh . . . oh, oh my god . . . !â€

Ashley popped the penis free. â€œWhat, you gonna cum?â€

I nodded violently.

â€œCanâ€™t you hold it in?â€

â€œNot â€” not with you!â€

â€œOkay, fine. Now you have to know most girls canâ€™t do this, but . . .â€
Ashley slurped at my penis some more, then adjusted her bent knees on
the floor and let go with her lips, then started wringing my trunk with
her tightly closed fingers. â€œSay when.â€

â€œWhen!â€ I gasped.

Ashley leaned forward, released her grip a little, aimed her chin and mouth directly beneath my tip.

Streams of semen burst out of my pulsing cock and slicked across
Ashleyâ€™s face. She groaned sensuously as she just let me cum all over
her, eyes wide open and lips parted just enough to allow clumps of cum
to drip inside . . . I could barely keep silent, could barely even
breathe as I finished, watching the milky substance coating her chin,
lips and nose. One burst had even spread across her left cheek.

Finally my breath released in my throat and I gasped, coming down from the orgasm, in total awe of her.

Ashley smacked her lips, wiped the substance from her cheek, then
grabbed her nearby towel and began cleaning herself off. â€œNow how did
you like that?â€

â€œAshley â€” you are incredible.â€

â€œSo Iâ€™ve heard. Now letâ€™s see how incredible you are,
sexpot. I want you inside me.â€ Ashley got up and slid beside me on the
bed, grabbed my sticky-wet penis again for a moment, then leaned it to
kiss me. We lay down together, naked bodies side by side on the bed,
and I experienced Ashleyâ€™s mouth again, wet lips locking repeatedly
with mine. Kiss. Kiss. Over and over and over . . .

My hand wandered down between our bodies, down her trim stomach, and I felt my cousinâ€™s vagina.

Ashley let go of my mouth for a moment. I felt her hot breath as she
told me, â€œThatâ€™s where youâ€™re going, you nasty boy.â€ Then she grabbed
my face and forced me toward her face again for another kiss â€” long,
hard and sexy.

Our lips popped wetly as they released and Ashley got up,
at first kneeling beside me, then climbing on top of me. I just watched
her, spellbound. My cousin grabbed my penis again as she moved her
vagina over my own center, then pointed it up between her legs. She
jiggled her hips a little. Then Ashley stared at me, unblinking, a
sexy, slutty stare, as she lowered herself to my body . . . my cock met
her pussy opening . . . and slipped up inside her crack and into her
body.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god . . .

Ashley twisted her midsection, now attached to mine. â€œOoooh, that feels goooooood.â€

â€œAshley,â€ I gasped again.

â€œIâ€™m gonna fuck you,â€ my cousin told me. Then she jerked her body up, then down â€” and bolts of pleasure burst through me. â€œUngh! ungh!â€
Ashley exclaimed, then jerked up and then down and wriggled herself on
me â€” thrills radiated outward from my cock, embedded in her hot wet
hole. â€œOh, god that feels good! Is it good for you, â€˜cuz?â€

â€œY â€” yes!â€

â€œMm, need some more of this and I think Iâ€™ll be cumming too. Ever seen a girl cum?â€

â€œIâ€™ve never seen a girl â€” ahh! â€”â€ another penetration â€” â€œdo anything like this!â€

â€œYour lucky day, Brian! Ooh, god you have a nice cock.â€ Ashley had
settled into a rhythm now, penetrating me into herself over and over,
slowly at first, then more quickly, and I just lay there and let her
use my body . . . â€œThink you could cum again too, â€˜cuz? Like seeing
your hot Ashley completely naked and fucking you totally naked?â€

â€œUngh!â€

â€œWatch the boobs, Brian, watch my boobs.â€

I did. As Ashley started going faster and faster, they were bouncing.

â€œOooohh, now Iâ€™m about to cum,â€ she gasped out, riding me even faster.
â€œMm! God! Better hurry â€” I can get noisy sometimes â€” almost got caught
in the locker room â€” aghhh! Eeeshh â€” god â€” aahhh!â€ She stopped riding
and ground her pussy around my cock, her body tense, pulsing with what
had to be her orgasm. â€œAaahh! aaahh! Oooh, god â€” good cum â€” agghh!â€

Ashley just kept wriggling herself, pushing my pleasure senses to the limits . . .

â€œIâ€™m gonna cum too,â€ I grunted out.

â€œHold on,â€ she managed. Then Ashley suddenly exhaled and got off me,
slipping my penis out of her inside with a slick wet gooshing sound.
Seconds later she had wrapped both hands around my cock and squeezed it
in twisting motions, up and down, turning, turning, then lowered her
face to my penis again and slurped it more than halfway into her mouth
â€” I actually felt the back of her throat this time as she sucked, and
sucked, and sucked, and sucked . . .

This time I erupted into her mouth and Ashley just kept sucking and
I could hardly believe it as my cum shot up and into her throat â€” I
think she swallowed it once â€” then she cracked her lips open and let it
run out, still squeezing my trunk â€” it dripped on her hand â€” I kept
going and so did she.

Had seconds passed already? I sighed, still naked and lying on the bed.
I looked over. Ashley was at the window, pulling the blinds aside,
peering out into the backyard. â€œSafe,â€ she said, whether to herself or
me, I couldnâ€™t tell. â€œTheyâ€™re all still out there. No clue their kids
just got done screwing in the upstairs bedroom . . .â€

I had just had sex with my cousin.

Ashley bent over, naked and sweaty, and picked up her bikini bottom.
Quickly she thrust both legs into its holes, pulled up the tiny bit of
fabric and adjusted it to fit between her legs and across her butt.
â€œHave a good time, â€˜cuz?â€

â€œOh yeah . . .â€

â€œWe should get together again sometime.â€ Ashley retrieved her bra next,
slipped it over her head and fit her breasts inside. Then she gave me a
perplexed look at my facial expression. â€œIâ€™m serious.â€

â€œYouâ€™re serious . . .â€

â€œThereâ€™s all kinds of tricks I know that I just havenâ€™t shown you. We
just donâ€™t have time. Next time we get together â€” and I hope itâ€™ll be
soon if I can help it; parents are so naÃ¯ve â€” next time Iâ€™ll show you
some other things. You think youâ€™ve done it all now? You havenâ€™t seen anything yet.â€

Redressed in her bikini, Ashley gave me a wink, then strutted to the door.

For a moment she turned back to me. â€œMight want to do something about that cummy towel.â€

Then she opened the door, stepped out and disappeared.

I just sat there, still naked and still stunned.

More shouting came from the back yard, and I stood up, stepped over and
pulled aside the blinds. Ashley had gone back outside and was yelling
something to Mike, who had taken all the folded towels on the side of
the pool and splashed all over them . . .

For a moment she sat on the side of the pool and just watched, then
dove in, crossed to one of the floats and climbed upon it, then just
lay there, her lithe, nearly naked form taking in the sun.

I still couldnâ€™t believe it. She could do all that, and then just go back to normal things?

One thing was certain, of course. I would never look the same way at any relative ever again.

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