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The cosplay


The cosplay
Madeline Hemming was one of Dr. Lowenstein's latest patients. She was an upperclasswoman, a junior, 20 years old, in her third year at Templeton College, and she had finally decided to do something about her problem; her secret problem. She lied down on the doctor's couch.

Dr. Lowenstein spent the initial part of their first session gathering basic history, and then asked why Madeline had come for treatment. The doctor had already read the intake forms that Madeline had completed, but it was always best to have the patient describe the problem for himself, or herself.

Madeline explained that she loved to play dress-up as a little girl. It was one of her favorite games. The princess costume was perhaps the one she liked the most. What girl doesn't like being a princess? But, she liked them all: prom queen, fairy, bride, angel, teen disco girl. Her Barbie costume was a close second to the princess costume. She really did like playing Barbie, as she could pretend that the real Barbie doll was her little sister and they would go out shopping together for, of course, new outfits. She really admired Barbie so much, as she had so many, many, many different outfits. There was her silver dress, her tangerine Oscar dress, her Barbie darling dress, her contest winner dress, her waltzing dress, her golden girl dress, her rose dress, her silver star dress, her shimmering gown dress, her sleek and dazzling dress, her belly dress, her sophisticated dress, her summer dress, her wonderful white dress, her falling leaves dress, her pink silk dress, and her designer evening gown dress. It just never seemed to end. She particularly liked Barbie's pink and pretty dress. She sometimes went to sleep dreaming that she could grow up to become a Barbie doll.

Well, it wasn't surprising that her interest in costumes continued into adulthood, albeit transformed. Being an adult provided another layer of complexity, or more accurately, pleasure, to her interest in costumes. It was like the child who loved puppies becoming a veterinarian. Well, it wasn't quite like that. For Madeline, the outfits now had a degree of sexual undertone to them. Actually, they had a substantial degree of overtone. Madeline really loved cosplay, dressing up in a costume that defined a specific role, and then going out in public and playing that role, seeing if you could get away with it, not get caught, as you pushed the limits of the role into some form of sexual indiscretion. One might even say that she was obsessed with it.

Madeline in fact chose Templeton College largely because everyone came to class wearing a costume. The college administration called it a uniform, but it was pretty close to her own school girl costume: white blouse, black tie, plaid skirt, white socks, black Mary Janes, and even white cotton panties. She thought the white cotton panties was a really dedicated, authentic touch, the sort of special detail that she gave to her own costumes. Nobody was supposed to see your panties, yet the administration saw fit to have each girl wear white cotton panties. She was impressed.

She thought now though of transferring. She had been attracted to Templeton in large part because the college seemed to embrace cosplay. But, it wasn't too long before she realized that it wasn't that much fun wearing the same darned costume day after day after day after day.

More importantly, her cosplay was becoming a bit of a risky problem in life. She explained why to Dr. Lowenstein.

"Doctor, this is all confidential, isn't it?"

"Oh yes, dear, very much so. I would only break confidentiality if someone was in imminent danger of injury or death."

It wasn't that Madeline found her admission to be particularly embarrassing. She wasn't at all ashamed about what she did. Her concerns were more immediate and practical. "So, like, um, if I admitted to breaking a law, or something, not that I would. I'm just askin' hypothetically like, you know. If I admitted to doing something illegal, you know, you wouldn't call the police?"

"I wouldn't. In fact, even if I wanted to do that, which I wouldn't, I would risk losing my license. You could get me into trouble."

That was reassuring. She did though still look around the room, as if there might in fact be someone there. Once fully reassured, she began her story.

Cosplay was not an easy fetish, or game, as Madeline preferred to describe it. First, it took a good amount of work and skill to create a good costume, as well as a few pennies. One wanted, of course, a costume that would be fun and sexy to wear, as well as to see. Madeline was more than willing to put in the work. She felt considerable pride in creating a good costume. She was an artist of fashion. The pennies (more like dollars) were a problem, but she would usually manage to scrape together the necessary bits and parts by scouring reclamation stores.

Cosplay also required a bit of acting skill, and a substantial amount of planning and preparation, as well as courage and daring. One could at times go in blind to a new site and target, particularly if one wanted to experience novel and idiosyncratic shifts in the game. But, this could also be rather reckless. Cosplay was inherently risky because there was always the danger of getting caught and exposed, and some cosplays would be considerably costly if the deception was discovered. Dressing up in costumes had been fun as a child, but the risk in going out into the world in costume contributed to its fun as an adult. All of this: the skills, the acting, the adventure, and the danger, was what made it so satisfying, so enriching.

CHEERLEADER

Madeline first told the doctor of a cosplay involving one of the more traditional costumes: the cheerleader. She decided it was best to begin her story with a costume that wasn't really so bad or risky.

It is not difficult, of course, to obtain a cheerleading costume. Madeline though needed one that would pass as a Templeton cheerleader, and the college didn't simply offer these uniforms at the local bookstore. An official uniform had to be ordered through a licensed distributor that carefully screened all purchases for official authorization.

Madeline was eventually able to garner all of the necessary components from various sources, some of which were, let's just say, less than exactly sanctioned. It was, though, an indiscretion that she felt should be excusable. She wasn't planning on using her uniform for any destructive, harmful, or exploitative purposes. Well, that wasn't entirely true, depending upon how one understood the word, "exploitation." The risk, though, was part of the excitement, an integral part, going out into the world dressed in your costume, pretending to be someone you're not, enjoying the fruits of that role, and escaping detection. It was often really very exciting.

When leaving her apartment she would usually wear a large coat over her costume. A cheerleading costume would not arouse much suspicion among her neighbors, but she didn't want them to ask her about it, and she certainly didn't want them to eventually realize that she was leaving her apartment in various costumes. That would suspicion, and inquiry.

She drove to her location. Madeline had carefully investigated and scouted her site in advance. There was no physical or legal danger with this particular cosplay but there was appreciable risk with respect to her status as a Templeton student, and certainly with respect to her relationship with her parents. They would probably never understand her interest, her obsession, in cosplay.

Once she arrived at her destination she parked her car, removed her coat, and entered the Templeton Athletic Center.

The athletic center actually included only a few locations for athletic activities. There were a few handball courts, a work-out room, and an undersized basketball court. It was primarily a set of offices for various coaches, managers, staff, and assistants. Madeline attracted little attention as she wandered through the halls in her Templeton cheerleading uniform, other than the usual "smiles" from men who appreciated her school spirit, and striking figure. Cheerleaders were one of the few students allowed to wear something other than the Templeton uniform on campus. It was an exception that nobody protested, particularly the male faculty.

Madeline filled out a cheerleading uniform extremely well. She was a rather petite girl, always a plus for a cheerleader who needs to be tossed high into the air. But, she was disproportionately large "on top;" in fact, very much so, which was another very nice attribute for a cheerleader, so she felt. At least, she certainly filled out well her white sweater with the school nickname, "PURITANS," blazoned across her chest in large red lettering. The letters stretched and curved across her thrusting breasts, as the sweater was filled beyond capacity.

The particular risk at this moment was coming across an actual cheerleader, or someone who knew the squad. She was not, though, too worried. She had conducted a few trial runs, and not once had she come across a cheerleader on this side of the athletic center. In fact, a number of persons greeted her with smiles. She would wave back with one of her red pompoms, give them a big large smile, along with a very cheery greeting. Her heart though was racing at the thought of getting caught. She felt like she was some sort of spy, working undercover, infiltrating an enemy organization. She so much enjoyed cosplay.

It did not take long for her to get to her final destination, the office of Jackson Jones or, he preferred, Jack. She knocked on the door.

"Yes, come in."

She took a deep breath and began her play.

She opened his office door part way and peeked around. "Mr. Jones?"

"Yes?" Jack replied. Jackson Jones was a junior assistant to the football coach. He was in charge of securing tapes of the games of opposing teams, and then editing them to highlight particular plays and players. It was pretty important work, although at times tedious.

The pretty girl peeking around his door asked, "Do you have a moment for me, sir?"

He really didn't. Well, actually, he did. Nobody is really that busy at Templeton. It wasn't like they were at Longwood. But the Coach did want an edited tape of Longwood's last game. Templeton had not been able to beat Longwood for sometime now, and rumor had it that the Coach would be looking for a job if he couldn't beat them at least once. Still, it wasn't like Jackson was on the verge of discovering the cure for cancer. He could free up a minute or two for a student. And, besides, this one was rather pretty. She had long dark hair, very large, twinkling brown eyes, and an engagingly cheerful smile. He could use a break from the drudgery of reviewing and editing tapes, and a brief moment with a pretty undergraduate never did hurt. "Sure, sure, come on in."

"You're so cool, Mr. Jones," she gleefully and gratefully replied, and pranced into his office.

As soon as she entered, Mr. Jones was glad that he had decided to see her, as she was a sight to see indeed. She was a cheerleader, and a very enticing one at that. She was a pretty little minx, and one with such large tits that quite noticeably jiggled as she almost leaped into his office. Cheerleaders were known for being amazingly exuberant, energetic, and enthusiastic, and this one was certainly no exception. All of the teeth showed with her smile, and her breasts just seemed to be bounce and bobble with enthusiasm, like they were wiggling with excitement.

She went right up to him, shifted the pompoms and her purse into her left hand, and held out her right. "Mr. Jones! Hello! I'm Diane, Diane Weston."

They shook hands. Her eyes were firmly fixed on his. His were trying hard not to look down at what was wiggling beneath her eyes.

"I'm so grateful for this opportunity! I know how busy you are and everything, like I don't want to bother you or nothing, it's just that I really, really, really need to talk to you and everything, and so, well, I just had to come over, and so, well, here I am!"

He had no idea what a cheerleader could possibly want to talk to him about. He had nothing to do with the cheerleaders, regrettably so. "Yes, well, it's nice of you to stop by, naturally, but I'm not sure what it is you want, of me."

"Oh yes! Of course! How silly, how just so stupid of me." She shifted one of the pom poms back to her right hand. "I'm such a ditz! I'm so, so sorry. Yes, how would you know? Let me explain."

It wasn't like he was trying to stop her from explaining. He waved his hand for her to get on with it.

She laid down her pompoms and explained her predicament, all the while fixing and fussing with her hair, pulling her long brown strands back over one ear, as she tilted and turned her head, giving him different looks, different poses, all of which seemed a bit flirtatious. It was like she just couldn't get her hair in the precise way she wanted it, due in large part to her continuously tilting and tipping her head, causing her hair to again fall back over her face. He wondered if all this self-conscious energy was nervousness or just a way to draw attention to her hair, her face, her eyes, her prettiness. "Oh yes, yes, thank you. Well, you see, sir. I'm not actually a cheerleader. I mean, I was in high school, but not here, not yet."

Well, she sure looked like a Templeton cheerleader. She was wearing a Templeton cheerleader sweater, and the traditional pleated skirt, with the red and white alternating stripes, white socks, and white tennis shoes.

"I know I look like one. Don't you think I look good?" She dropped her purse, picked up the pompoms and gave him a little pose, holding the pompoms high above her head, and thrusting out her chest.

Did cheerleaders really know how sexy they looked? Of course they must. But, it was a bit of a loaded question. She did look extremely nice. He just didn't want to explain why. He nodded his head.

"Don't you think I would make a good cheerleader? I think so. I mean, I would look really good as one, don't you think?"

"Yes, yes, I do." He was a bit confused. If she was not a cheerleader, what was she doing in a cheerleading uniform?

She smiled broadly, like she was so, so glad, so relieved, to hear him say that. "Oh, I think so too! Everyone says I have good milkshake. I knew it was the right thing to come to you."

He still didn't understand, and he certainly had no idea what she meant by 'milkshake,' but he couldn't help but wonder if she was referring to her big tits. What could he possibly offer this girl? "Yes, well, um, what can I do for you?"

"Oh Mr. Jones! Don't be so silly. You know," she asserted.

He certainly did not know, that was why he was asking her.

"I'm trying out for the squad, and I just wanted to come, like, and talk to you about it, you know." She said, more quietly, "Personally, and everything."

"Um, yea, okay," he replied. He was of course quite willing to talk to students about their concerns and problems, but only the football players actually ever did approach him. He did wonder, though, what she meant by "personally?"

"I'll be happy to talk to you." Even if she made no sense, he would have to enjoy talking to a cheerleader, particularly one with breasts as big, beautiful and bouncy as these. It wasn't right, of course, to give preferential time and treatment to students simply because they were pretty girls with large boobs, but you couldn't deny the pleasure of their company. And it wasn't like he was setting a precedent he couldn't subsequently follow. He'd be happy to help any cheerleader.

"Cool! You see, Mr. Jones, I really, really, really want to be a cheerleader and I thought that it wouldn't hurt if I talk to you about it, and like maybe you could put in a good word for me, or something, you know."

Now he understood. She apparently thought that because he was affiliated with the football team he might have some connections with the cheerleader squad. He wasn't really sure why she would make such a connection, and he seriously doubted that any good word from him would be at all helpful. Heck, he didn't even know to whom he should speak. He could find out, but even if he did, why would they care what he had to say? He was an assistant coach, with no actual authority or influence over anyone, even the football players. His authority went no further than obtaining and editing game tapes.

"I mean, like, you're in the football program, and everything. They'll listen to you."

"Well, I don't really know about that."

"Don't be so modest, sir," Madeline replied, stepping up even closer to him and resting a petite, soft, feminine hand on his shoulder, her breasts towering before his eyes. "You're a coach on the football team. They'll have to listen to you."

He wondered if he should disavow her of this misunderstanding, but how often does an attractive girl, and one with big tits, tell you how big and important you are. It was nice to finally have someone think he was consequential, significant, a man with important connections. He just shrugged.

"For sure, Mr. Jones. Here, let me show you." Madeline stepped back to demonstrate her cheerleading skills.

She dropped her pompoms and said, "Clap your hands!" She clapped three times.

"Stomp your feet!" She stopped her left, her right, and then her left foot again. It wasn't much of a cheer, but those breasts were really bouncing around under her sweater. He seriously questioned whether she was even wearing a brassiere. But, how could you have breasts that large and not wear a brassiere?

She picked up the pompoms and alternately thrust out each one, at each syllable, saying, "Puritans can't be beat!"

Her bounding bouncing breasts bobbled around, kind of following the lead of the pompoms, but adding their own fascinating twists, wobbles, and wiggles, like they had a life of their own. His dick twitched instinctively.

She yelled while dropping down on one knee. "Go red, go white!" There was again more bouncing and bobbling. Jack had to wonder if the cheer was designed to bring her breasts expressively into the routine, highlighting their importance, generating fan spirit.

She added, shifting to the other knee, "Come on team you can do it!"

She leaped back up onto her feet and then went down into splits, her breasts bobbling mightily, "Just put some power to it!"

And, while throwing both hands up in the air, she finished, "Goooooooo Puritans!"

She paused, smiling broadly, her arms still outstretched, her breasts floundering around and then slowly jiggling back into position. She asked, "What do you think? Awesome?"

Actually, he wasn't terribly impressed. Well, that's not true. He was very much impressed with her breasts, and she was certainly very pretty. But, it wasn't a particularly impressive cheer, although he wasn't too sure that any cheer was necessarily that impressive. "Yea, that was good, Diane. It was real good. I think you'd be a real good cheerleader."

His tone lacked any obvious enthusiasm.

"It wasn't very good, was it." She dropped her hands down, although remained in her splits.

"No, no, it was fine. It was good."

"It's because I have brown hair, isn't it," she said, shifting the pompoms into one hand while she self-consciously fingered her long strands, curling them around and around a finger.

"What? No! Not at all!" He was sincere about that. He hadn't thought about the color of her hair at all. Although, now that she brought it up, he did wonder if she would be even prettier if she was a blonde. Blondes do make good cheerleaders.

vonal

My Wifes Revenge


My Wifes Revenge
I have always to watch my wife with a black man.
She has always resisted my plans to have her bred by a bbc. One night she surprised me with going out to a sex club that we have never visited before. We drive for more than an hr. and arrive to a very full parking lot. We enter and find out since this is our first night there we get in free. I thought this was strange but I went with it, after all I was probably going to get some strange pussy that night. We start to mingle and notice that that crowd was made up mostly of black men. We retire to one of the big hot tubs and find ourselves alone for a while. After some time other guests enter and I see her eyes get very big as the bbc men enter the tub. Her nipples get very hard and she says she is ready to get out of the tub. as we leave the room she starts up a conversation with a very athletic black man. To my surprise she wants us to go to a bedroom with him. My cock is straight up at this point as I watch him lead her to a room down the hall. We enter to find a very romantic decorated room. He tells me to sit in the chair in the corner and watch. soon they are naked and her clit is standing tall. At this point three more bbc men enter the room and grab me and tie me to the chair. They all get undressed and join my with in the bed. I am watching my tiny wife in bed with 4 bbc men and soon am given a show beyond belief. They all were sucking her nipples and clit and soon all of them we fucking her little pussy with their giant cocks. I was jerking my cock so hard it was a blur. She took about ten loads of cum in her mouth and pussy that night. As for me I could do was watch and jerk so much my cock was sore. When they had all drained their balls for the night I was untied and led to the bed where I was instructed to clean all the cum from her body, which was extensive. As the men left they room she told me she had planned this just for me but now she knows what she had been missing and from now on this is what a normal date for the two of us is going to be like. Oh happy day. I love my wife.

vonal

XXX Family sex story


XXX Family sex story
My name is Don Jacinto today isn't such a great day as it's been exactly three years since the tragic loss of my wife. I haven't been the same since, every day been a blur of mundane activities. Waking up from either a dream or nightmare of her living with Nicolette and me still, or her leaving us her screams from the car accident that took her life still echo in my nightmares. Then I go to the warehouse where I work as a supervisor nothing but mind numbing paperwork and sometimes settling worker disputes. Then coming home to a empty house besides the frequent visit from Nicolette my 20 year old daughter.

She had a scholarship for a prestigious college out of state where once she graduated the world would've been her oyster for her to pluck the pearl of her hard work and success. Instead she chosen to go to attend a local state university only so she can keep on eye on me I think which makes me feel so guilty. She is the mirror image of her mother the light brown hair that frames her round face with oval green eyes and puffy voluptuous lips. The only distinction from her mother is her breast size a cup smaller standing at a 32 C cup and Nicolette braces that shine every time she smiles. Her laugh, smile, and even the way she carries herself reminds me of her mother so it's hurtful to be around her.

I think that's why I encouraged her to live out of the house three years ago and tried to convince her that her mother would've wanted her to pursue her education to the fullest. It was to hard to face Nicolette every day and be physically reminded of my loss the loss the world suffered the day my wife died. I kept moving trying to live on but it was obvious that it effected me even more then what I showed.

That's why Nicolette kept visiting every few days she find a reason to visit me and stay a few days on the anniversary of her mother's death. Just to make sure I don't do anything stupid like I'd done in the past. It's that time again Nicolette should be home by the time I get dropped off by Kelly my best friend and co-worker.

Kelly she was the fist to come to my side on the day of the accident. While I known Kelly for years since senior year in high school I never really appreciated her friendship as much as I did on the weeks following my wife's death. It was Kelly who found me holding a bottle of whisky and half a pill bottle of pain killers spilled next to my bed when she came to check up on me she found my front door wide open went in searching for me. Kelly had a bit of emergency medical training back when she wanted to be a RN but decided to get a office job since it payed better. She quickly turned me to my side shoved three fingers down my throat and made me throw up my concoction of perception pain pills and whiskey that I ingested to just let the screams that still haunted me die out.

I purged myself of all the pills and even some of the alcohol that I swallowed all over the floor and mostly down my shirt. She never told anyone of how she found me only held me tears running down her cheeks and whispering how much of a selfish bastard I am while petting my hair. I never felt so stupid and selfish in my life then that day I'm just glad it was her who found me and not Nicolette. Here I was about to take myself out of this world and leave Kelly and more importantly my daughter Nicolette alone in this world to deal with the pain of losing my wife and Nicolettes mother then add on the loss of her father. Ever since then the thought of suicide hasn't come to my mind much, but Kelly still keeps a close eye on me both at and off work.

Kelly has a husband who doesn't like the fact she sometimes sleeps over on the nights where I have consistent nightmares of my wife's dying screams as she burned alive in the over turned car. I was yards away ejected from the car somehow only getting a broken leg and arm with a lot of cuts and bruises. Kelly didn't care though she still stayed by my side when ever I asked her and sometimes when I don't I'll always love her for that.

The buzzing of my phone on my desk signaled me it's time to leave work again another day pasted by if only today was just any other day. I turned off my laptop and put some papers away before getting my coat and heading to the parking lot to meet Kelly after I punched out my shift. The sky was cloudy and looked like a storm was close so I went to stand by Kelly's car and waited for her where the air smelled fresh just like before a storm. She didn't take long I saw her across the parking lot letting her bright red hair out of her usual ponytail. "Looks ugly outside don't it?" She asked as we both got in her car. "Inside here it looks beautiful." I replied holding Kelly's hand and messaged the space between her fingers with my finger tips.

Kelly blushed a little her pale lightly freckled skin turned a light red hue. "Shut up, you snake charmer." Kelly said playfully slapping my hand away. We often flirted like this to blow off steam nothing really was happening between us, I think.

It was a bit of a ongoing joke really it started off with Kelly telling me she had a fight with her husband over her friendship with me one night a few weeks after my wife's death. The prick doesn't realize I known Kelly for half her life and even introduced them two together back in collage and if I wanted I could've fucked Kelly way before they even got together I probably still can. It started off with innocent complements at work, shared lunch breaks, and light touches after work cuddling on the couch watching American Idol before I sleep and Kelly takes off to go home usually that's as far as me and Kelly took it.

Once we got to my house Kelly gave me a hug pressing her breast into my chest as I wrapped my arm around her neck. My nose tickled her neck as I got a whiff of her perfume that smelled of roses and sunlight if sunlight had a smell. With a friendly kiss goodbye on the cheek I got out the car when Kelly rolled down the passenger window and asked, "Are you going to be ok? I can totally stay over Brad is working late again so it's not problem at all."

"I'll be fine Kelly besides I'm sure Nicolette is already home so we wouldn't be able to have any kinky sexy parties." I said but Kelly could tell it wasn't my usual flirty joking tone and said, "Fine then no sexy parties, but I'll go home shower and come visit you later tonight be back in a wink Ben." Kelly said and drove to her house a few miles away from mine.

I was relieved that Kelly saw threw my brave facade and invited herself to dinner. The sky rang with thunder and Kelly drove off trying to beat the storm that was building up and the clouds got a wicked dark an almost evil shade of grey. I walked up the driveway to the front door opened it and saw the house was clean and smelled of lemon the counters not cluttered with coffee mugs and random junk like they were in the morning. Then I heard a noise coming from upstairs so I went to investigate hoping my cleaning intruder didn't find my private stash of porn dvds. I found my daughter in tight leggings and a white tank top making my bed something I always forget to do in the morning I'm still used to having my wife pick up around the house while I fix the outside every fall and spring.

I snuck up behind her and gave her a hug for a second it felt right her soft body pressed against mine it reminded me of how it felt cuddling my wife after we made love back when we were younger. "Hi daddy, did Kelly drop you off or are you just excited to see me?" Nicolette asked as she felt my dick get harder and press against her lovely bubble cheeks. "Both honey, Kelly coming over for dinner so I'll make something special I think." I said letting go of her soft body letting my fingers trail down the length of her arms.

"Thank you for cleaning up the place I forget how sloppy I can be sometimes." I said noticing how clean and different the house is with a woman's touch. "Of course daddy that's what I'm here for to take care of you." Nicolette said as she turned around and hugged me pressing herself against me taking me by surprise, but I enjoyed her soft hug feeling her full breasts press up on my chest noting she wasn't wearing a bra. Its the random hugs from your child that really make you appreciate them even more. Once she let me go I went to get a change of clothes to shower off the days work off my body and left Nicolette to herself in the room as she continued to fix up the house.

With a clean pair of boxers a long sleeve black shirt and some blue jeans in my arms I went to the shower where I turned on the hot water letting the room steam up quickly. I added a bit of cold water to make the shower more temperate before I step in. Having the warm water run over my body I couldn't help but go back to when I was hugging my daughter from behind in my mind. Her firm rump getting tight around my growing erection it was more like a loving embrace between lovers then a daddy daughter hug I thought to myself.

My cock grew hard again and the temptation to stroke it was to much to overcome so I began to stroke my cock while inadvertently thinking of my daughter and how much I wanted to push her on the bed Nicolettes stomach pressed down as I rip her leggings off and take her from behind forcefully shoving my hard cock into her soft pink folds. Then the thought of Kelly finding me balls deep inside my screaming daughter squealing for me to go harder and faster pounding my cock into her pussy. Kelly looking on at the incestuous act getting wet by the sight and inadvertently rubbing her cunt and pressing her hand into nice D cup breast came to my mind while I stroked myself in the warm water.

I groaned as I came heavily in the shower whispering Nicolette name as I nutted my cum spraying heavily over the floor of the tub. I stepped out the shower quickly felt guilty for the thoughts that seeped into my mind as I showered hoping they would go away as I changed into my clothes after I dried myself with my towel. I came downstairs and found Nicolette reading her tablet probably on Facebook or some other social forum checking up on her friends and world events letting life past in front of her like most young adults do now a days. I went to the kitchen fetched myself a beer and opened the tab taking a sip of the alcoholic can and saw Nicolette body as she layed on her side while skimming down her tablet unaware of my lustful eyes scanning her tight body.

The way her breast rose and fell as she breathed her light skin so tight and youthful. I wanted to fuck her but not think of her as my daughter but think back on the younger days of my wife and mines relationship. Back when we spent most of our free time embracing one another after a round of passionate love making. I shouldn't have these types of thoughts about my daughter, but then again I can't help if she's the spitting image of her mother now can I?

I took another long sip of beer and breathed out a sigh as Nicolette turned her hips showing off her perfect rump to me. I grabbed the remote and turned a on the news on my big screen TV. Hoping the news would keep my mind off my daughter's body while I prepared some chicken for us to eat. Washing the chicken and watching the news I heard about the powerful storm coming it's way to us from the south from the local weather man. It's not unusual to get a storm around this time of year so I didn't think nothing of it and ignored the rest of the news while I focused on the food.

Focused on cooking my dirty and immoral thoughts of my daughter drifted away. The chicken was now frying on the stove and I decided to make a fresh salad while I waited for Kelly to show up maybe if she is around these thoughts can leave my mind. I'll be to busy sucked into one of Kelly's stories from work. I'm not saying she's a gossip but H.R. has a lot of dirt on everyone. Its fun knowing who's fucking with who and watching it explode from a safe distance.

I got a head of lettuce some tomatoes and cheese. I cut the lettuce in half then fourths chopping it into even strips throwing it into a bowl in the sink. I got a tomato and began to cut it when Nicolette called for me. "Daddy have you seen the orange juice?" I turned around and saw her bent over in the fridge her perfect round ass in the air while her head is in the fridge.

I gulped down a dry lump in my throat and stared at her perfect ass a bit too long. "Daddy I can't seem to…oh never mind I see it behind the milk." Nicolette said as she moved the gallon of milk out of the way and got the carton of orange juice out. I absent mindedly brought the knife down on the tomato and cut my finger. "Mother fucking shit!" I screamed as I put my hand in the other side of the sink and ran cold water over the cut. "Oh God daddy did you hurt yourself?" Nicolette came behind me and saw my finger leaking a steady flow of blood into the sink. "Wow it's bad I'll get the first aid."

I silently cursed myself for being such a perve that I didn't pay attention to what I was doing. In a way I guess it's my own fault call it karma I guess. The bleeding slowed down and I got a good look at the cut threw the clear water from the sinks faucet. I thankfully didn't self-amputate my finger just took a bit of flesh off my pointer finger. Then as I saw the flap of skin hang off my finger Nicolette came back from the upstairs bathroom with the first aid case in hand.

"Come here daddy to the table I'll fix you up." Nicolette said to me and I walked to the table my finger held up to slow down the bleeding. "Let me see." Nicolette more dictated then ask as she grabbed my hand looking at the flap of skin hanging from my finger. "Doesn't need stitches thank God. Ok daddy this will hurt some."

Nicolette then digged into the first aid case then pulled out an antiseptic spray bottle. The small bottle of liquid fire was sprayed on my cut making me wince at the pain them she quickly placed a small cotton ball on it pressing it down then wrapping it with a bandaid. "There is that better or do you need a kiss on the cut?" Nicolette teased me I played along though. "Yeah a kiss will fix it all up."

Nicolette smiled at me and leaned in her white tank top slipping down giving me a wonderful look at her cleavage as her lips kissed my finger. I knew she had to see me looking at her breast almost escaping her small tank top. Our eyes met her soft lips still on my finger when she was about to say something a loud crack of thunder rang out.

My heart skipped a beat Nicolette screamed as a flash of lightning shined from the kitchen window as the lights in the house flickered twice then turned off. I digged for my phone turned on my L.E.D. light app and immediately went to turn off the stove. Nicolette was right behind me as I was the only source of light in the whole house. "Daddy it's a blackout what should we do?" Nicolette asked as she tried to look for her phone then realized she left it charging in her room.

"Stay close we will wait it out shouldn't be too long. Its just from the storm I'm sure." I said not to sure as I turned off my light and searched my phone looking for the news app. Sure enough I got a severe thunderstorm warning on my phone I must've missed it when I was looking at my daughter searching for the orange juice.

"You're kidding…" I said as I saw a news alert saying the black out is county wide the lightning hit a power line causing power outages threw out the county. "Well looks like we're stuck with no power for a while." Nicolette said as she stepped away from me and tried to go to her room. "Where are you going we need to stay together." I told her as I tried to walk to her but walked into a chair at the table.

"Careful we don't have enough bandages if you hurt yourself more." Nicolette teased me. "I'm going to my room maybe my phone is charged come on I need your light to find my way." I turned on my phone light back on and we made our way to her room upstairs and found her phone buzzing on her bed.

"Its Richard." Nicolette said as she grabbed her phone and began to read the texts this Richard guy sent her. "Who's Richard?" I asked trying to look over her shoulder. "Some guy from university he's a friend checking up on me. He's still in the dorm texting me about the storm." My dad instincts kicked in for the first time the whole day and I felt a urge to kill this Richard guy.

"Don't worry he's gay." Nicolette said quickly while she texted him back. "Oh good he's gay." My blood pressure returned to normal and I felt myself calm down some. "Relax your worse then my boyfriend." Nicolette said with a smile. "What!" I said then felt Nicolettes hand on my lap. "I'm kidding I don't have a boyfriend."

Nicolette hand went up and down on my lap as she tried to reassure me she doesn't have time for a boyfriend. I relaxed a bit to much and didn't realize my dick was getting hard from my daughter's hand touching and rubbing my lap. "Oh I see your feeling better." Nicolette said as her hand skimmed over my swollen dick head.

I felt my face get redder then the tomato I was cutting earlier. "I'm sorry honey it's a reflex when a beautiful woman shows me attention." I stumbled out but quickly realized what I said. "You think I'm beautiful daddy?" Nicolette said while her hand stayed on my dick head.

"Of course you're beautiful Nicolette, but we shouldn't be doing this." I said weakly while looking at my daughter's face being lite up by her phone. Her face is exactly identical to my wife her mother and I couldn't help but stare at her face in a way no father should. "We shouldn't do what daddy?" Nicolette said as her hand squeezed my dick head then slipped down the length of my cock.

My God her soft hand traveling down my length made me shudder. I was about to say something when I felt the bed shift. Nicolette moved closer to me and I couldn't move, but who am I kidding I didn't want to move away not from her. Nicolette tits were in my face before I knew it I'm not sure if I dove to them or if she shoved them in my face. I didn't care much as soon as my face was there I kissed and grabbed her breast with my hand.

Nicolette gasped softly as my tongue moved in between her breast and my hand pinched her nipple. "Ben I knew you wanted this as much as I did." Nicolette said threw her soft lips as she turned her face down and began to kiss my the back of my neck. "Hearing her say she wanted this and feeling her lips on my neck was all I needed to hear to let the last bit of resistance to break away.

I didn't see her as my daughter I saw her as a stranger and I pulled her tank top off her shoulders letting her perky breast free. I enclosed my lips around her nipple and sucked and teased it. I groaned as her hard nipple entered my mouth. Her hand went to my jeans and she began to unbutton it then pulled the zipper down.

I stood up letting my jeans slip off my legs and stepped out of them. Nicolette grabbed my cock and stroked it twice then I felt her lips close around my dick head. My cock got even harder I flexed it making it rise and fall on her tounge. Grabbing the sides of her head I feed my length into her mouth I couldn't see her eyes wield up in tears with the lack of light. Nicolette didn't tell me to stop almost as if she was testing herself to see how much she can handle and to our surprise she could take all of it.

I felt her nose press on my stomach when she quickly pulled it back out of her mouth. With a quick gasp she dove back half of my length in her mouth as her tounge wrapped around my dick head licking and pushing on it. The feeling was euphoric as she sucked on my cock then her tounge wiggled on my dick tip until it split open my meatus. Her tounge licked the inside of the meatus then she sucked hard I had to pull my cock out of her mouth so not to cum to fast.

I had no idea my daughter was such a talented cocksucker. I tried to catch my breath then pushed her on her back and pulled down her leggings. I rubbed my dick on her opening pushing her lips open. "Yes. Fuck me Ben fuck me hard." Nicolette hissed at me and I pushed my cock down her wet pussy.

I entered her fairly easy she was tight but didn't have a hymen I would've asked when she lost her hymen but her pussy felt so good I couldn't do anything but fuck her pussy. Grabbing her shoulders and using my legs to pry her legs open I pounded my cock deep into her pussy and kept on fucking her while she gasped and hissed at my powerful strokes. Nicolette grabbed at my back while she wrapped her ankles around mine to help me brace myself as I slammed my cock into her. She mewed and moaned as I fucked her like a cheap whore from my built up sexual frustration and pure lust.

In mid stroke I felt her pussy twitch then she squirted with a deep moan as her juices gushed over my dick. The added lubrication from her juices and my lust drove me to pound my cock even harder into her pussy. Then I felt the familiar tingle you get as a warning that your about to cum so I pulled out and straddled Nicolette stroking my cock over her mouth. Nicolette closed her mouth over the tip and sucked hard as I stroked myself. She swallowed my cum greedily as I finished in her mouth and got off of her.

Nicolette turned over and gave me a kiss while her hand rested on my chest. Then my phone buzzed while on the bed I looked at it and saw Kelly was calling. "Hello?" I said breathlessly. "Hey are you alright? You sound different." Kelly replied. "Yeah I cut myself making dinner."

"Oh I see well I'm calling to let you know I can't make it the roads are flooded is Nicolette there? Can I speak to her?" Kelly asked I passed the phone to Nicolette. "Its Kelly."

"Yeah hello?" Nicolette said into the phone. "Yeah…sure did just like you said. I knew it!" Then after a brief moment of silence while Kelly talked to her, Nicolette said. "Yeah I don't mind at all. Come as soon as it's cleared up. I can't wait till you come."

"What happened?" I asked Nicolette as she hung up. "Nothing really Kelly found out Brad was banging some girl from his workplace we kind of had an idea that he was." I interrupted Nicolette to ask her, "When did you…" My daughter already knew what I was going to ask.

"Last time Kelly stayed the night she and I got to talking while you snoozed on the couch. She kept saying she's sure he has to be feeling guilty about something one thing lead to another and then we got on the subject about your dick." Nicolette explained to me. "You got hard as you slept on the couch and she noticed I kept stealing glances at it when she asked if I had ever fantasized about you and I said of course I have. Every girl thinks about their daddy like that or so I thought, well anyways she helped me plan this whole night out. The cleaning the revealing clothes and she been keeping you so hot and bothered I'm sure."

I was surprised Kelly helped Nicolette in a elaborate plan to seduce me. "So she knows about us, what we just did?" I asked my daughter who replied with a simple yep. "I can't believe it all the planning weeks of playful flirting with Kelly when all you needed to do was ask me to fuck you Nicolette."

"Well I wasn't sure you would be up for it seeing how I'm your little princess, but the way you just fucked me God. I never been fucked so hard like that I'm a little sore. You'll have to be satisfied with just my mouth until Kelly comes over she can use some good dick." I was about to say something but felt my daughters mouth close around my cock and she started to suck on it slowly bringing it back to full strength. I felt whatever I was going to say can wait.

vonal



A Brief History


A Brief History
I like to think of myself as a fairly normal guy. It's
hard to hide the fact that I think about sex all the
time. My friends realize this a little as my humour
manages to include sex to a large degree. Most people
who talk to me most likely wouldn't realize just how
big a part of my life it is.

Although I am happily married, I'm always seeking sex
with a bit of an edge. Over the years I've been
involved with a number of local women I met through
various internet personal services as well as a few
from work. Many of these women have had a distinctive
submissive nature to them and allowed me to do things
with them that some men might dream of. Despite this,
those times I've managed to get my wife involved in
things, even to a small degree, provide me with the
biggest pleasure.

I think my wife always new about this drive in me, but
largely took a don't ask, don't tell approach. Every
once in a blue moon though, she'd surprise me with a
bit of willingness or initiative that I don't always
see. Over the years, bit by bit, usually during drunk
sex sessions, I've let her into my private pleasures a
little bit at a time. Over the years she's learned more
about my exhibitionistic tendencies and my desire to
show her off.

Probably the first time she surprised me was one of the
times we were away from town on a camping trip. We were
hiking in the mountains and stopped for a rest. It was
a scorching hot day and we were high enough that a nice
cool wind would snap up now and again. It was a fairly
popular area and we ran into people quite frequently on
the hike.

During the rest, my wife looked at me and asked if I
had my digital camera. It was a pretty recent purchase
that we hadn't had very long. I said yes and she just
got up and told me to come with her. We moved a little
ways off the trail and behind a big boulder. She didn't
say anything when we got there and just started
stripping.

Although I had requested she pose ever since I first
met her, she had adamantly refused. I was pretty sure
she was worried about me sharing her pictures. So I was
caught completely off guard and she had to tell me to
get my camera. Thank god for large memory cards because
I went crazy before she told me to come over and fuck
her.

I have to admit, I was so excited I didn't last long
before cumming. I was going to go a second time but I
guess the mood passed and a quickie was what she
needed, because she stopped me, we got dressed and
continued on our hike.

That was the first time she surprised me. Although I
tried to get her to pose for me again, at home and out
hiking on other trips, she always refused.

Months later, at a wedding of one of her friends, we
all got more drunk than we had in years. Perhaps a bit
too drunk. She was one of the bridesmaids and was
wearing a strapless formal dress. Somewhere late in the
evening, we were sitting around the table with her
friends snapping pictures with the disposable cameras.

One guy took a camera and started snapping pictures
down his pants. The same guy then crawled under the
table and tried getting pictures up some of the girl's
skirts. I was so drunk most of what I saw was very,
very blurred. I wasn't the exception at the table.

For some reason I got an urge when I saw him under the
table by us, my wife's dress was a full length one and
I just reached down and hauled it up. She let out a
little squeal and the guy under the table yelled out
something unintelligible, with everyone else at the
table bursting into laughter.

Even in my drunken state though I noticed something.
Although my wife was "fighting" with me to get her
dress back down, she hadn't clamped her legs together.
I was turned towards her in my seat, my left hand
holding up the dress, my right on her left thigh, and I
noticed she could have easily clamped her legs together
but didn't.

I don't know what inspired me, but I just leaned over a
little, grabbed the edge of her panties and pulled them
to the side. I still remember the distinctive click of
the camera under the table and a loud "woo hoo!"

Time seemed to slow down and I remember the shocked
look on my wife's face. I don't know if it took longer
than it did, but she seemed to pause, letting it
happen, giving the guy under the table a few moments,
before snapping her legs together. She didn't mention
the incident when we got home, but we jumped into bed
and had a very intense, somewhat rough, sex session
before the booze took the last of our stamina and we
passed out.

It was a pretty uneventful winter and spring with the
next memorable even happening at the beginning of
summer. We'd gone on a nice relaxing camping trip to a
lake just a few hours from home. The drive back was a
bit tedious and well, I got bored. My wife looked just
as bored and on the border of falling asleep.

While driving I reached over and gave her breast a
little squeeze. She just looked over and gave me a
little, "oh well, that's my husband" kind of smile. I
did that a few times before reaching between her legs
and squeezing her pussy over her shorts. She let out a
little sigh and closed her eyes. I thought she was
going to just go asleep. I groped her pussy a bit more
and then, looking like she'd fallen asleep, stopped and
focused on driving.

When I hadn't touched her in a bit, she opened her eyes
and looked at me and just said, "Why'd you stop?"

I immediately resumed and even went further, pulling
the legs of her shorts up and fingering her pussy.
After a bit, I tried to undo the button on her shorts
and pull down the zipper. It was a task that was beyond
my one hand dexterity. She surprised me, by just doing
it herself and pulling her shorts down to her knees. I
didn't hesitate and went to town fingering her, playing
with her clit and trying to get her legs spread
further.

That entire time I was having a bugger of a time trying
to keep from crashing, looking at my wife with her legs
spread wide and peeking at traffic coming towards us to
see if there was any indication that anyone could see.
At a point, she lowered her seat back a little and
without warning, put both her feet up on the dash. I
could hear her breath get ragged and I went to town
fingering her, trying to bring her over the edge. The
truth though was that I wanted it to last forever.

Despite our speed, I could see some people in taller
vehicles (trucks, rigs, motor homes) doing a double
take. I knew that they could see my wife, or at a
minimum, figure out what we were doing. At a point, she
just looked up at me and said, "Pull over."

I found a little side road moments later and we went
just a little ways up it before she told me to stop.
She then pulled me over on top of her and it was
seconds before my shorts were around my ankles and I
was thrusting into a sopping wet pussy. Despite the
discomfort, we were there for a while. My knees were
raw and my back was a mess by the time I put my third
load of cum into my wife's pussy. She had a very
restful nap the remaining drive back home.

Later that summer, it was 2004, something happened that
was what I thought, the pinnacle of her surprising me.
Thinking back to it, and other experiences, I have to
wonder if there is something about weddings, or just
the alcohol flowing that gets my wife going.

That event got me so excited that it was the thing that
I first put down in writing and shared with the
internet community. I wont share it all here now, but I
will share a little. I'll also admit, while its
something I remember with horny fondness, I'll also
used to get scared that I may have crossed a line.
Bringing her home after a staggette party, with her
being probably the most drunk I had ever seen her, I
made a detour. I took her to a park that I had taken a
few submissive lovers to.

Those people in the UK may know of a term called
dogging. That's why I took her to the park. My intent
had been to have sex with her in the car, letting men
watch us with her unaware. However, things quite often
work out differently then you plan.

There are two images from that night that will be in
burned in my mind forever. The first was lying on my
belly on the ground, looking forward, and despite the
dark, seeing the thick cock of this big bear of a man
stretching the lips of my wife's pussy. The second was
me standing, looking down on them, seeing him stiffen
and almost convulse, squeezing his arms around my wife,
knowing he was dumping his cum into her.

I have to admit, when fantasy becomes reality, although
there is excitement, there is an awful lot of worry.
Despite my wife conveniently being unable to remember
the later part of the evening, things were quite tense
between us for months. I don't know if it was my worry
that was affecting things or if her memory wasn't as
blank as she let on. She never mentioned the incident
or ever let on that she remembered even a portion of
it. It took the good part of half a year before things
got back to normal for us. Despite that, whenever I
masturbated, it was that night I pictured in my head
while I busily pumped my hand around my cock.

The next memorable event happened the following summer.
Friends of ours that had been together for many years
finally decided to make it official and get married. Us
boys celebrated as usually with a drunken stag party
with our group of old men moving from bar to bar in
town.

For some reason, the wives arranged the staggette for
the bride on the same evening. Later in the evening,
both groups ended up running into each other. Given the
amount of cell phone conversations I'm pretty sure it
wasn't an accident.

The men were definitely much worse for wear than the
ladies. One of the things we had been up to was asking
perfect strangers to flash the groom. I think the whole
idea came from all the late night advertisements of
girls gone wild. I'm amazed we didn't get slapped or
into fights. Most just laughed us off, but some
obliged. Sometimes with as little encouragement as
buying them a shooter or providing a little tip.

When the groups met up it was a little awkward at
first. Despite that, there were enough of us so far
gone that it didn't matter. We were so far gone in fact
that one of the guys tried to convince the wives to
flash. They were quite surprised by our success during
the evening and we provided them all the details of our
successful negotiations.

We were caught quite by surprise when one of the ladies
(her husband wasn't with us) whipped up her shirt to
show off herself in her full glory. The men erupted
into howls and catcalls. The women were part screams,
part laughter and part shock. The last thing any woman
should do is give a poor old dirty drunk man any bit of
hope. That quick little moment of weakness gave more of
the boy's courage enough to essentially start begging
the ladies to flash.

Some of the men were trying to get other wives to
flash, some were trying to get their own wives to
flash. One of them finally did agree to do it but only
if she didn't do it alone. We were all blown away when
after a lot of negotiations, two of the others agreed,
surrounded the groom and shoved their tits in his face.
Although it was brief, I was in heaven. Not only by
seeing two sets of tits I thought I'd never see, but
also by seeing the tits attached to my wife beside the
other two pairs. My best friend was sitting beside the
groom at the time and gave me an ear to ear grin.

I'm not sure why that particular event proved to be
such a pivotal point in our life. After it, I have to
admit, the topic of her showing off came up more and
more during our sex sessions. In particular, the topic
of my best friend getting an eyeful was something that
kept coming up over and over. As well, we started to
become more verbal during sex, expanding on the
fantasies she knew I had about showing her off.

Sometimes after little get togethers and bbq's we'd
have amazing sex, talking about the times I caught
various friends taking peeks at her. As well, she
became more and more comfortable with not wearing a
bra. I'd always encouraged her to show off "the girls"
and that was one of the little pleasures (her braless)
that I always enjoyed. I tried to encourage her to try
to make some of my tamer fantasies reality but she held
back.

What I considered little, like posting faceless
pictures of her on the internet and having sex in front
of a webcam were big no-no's. However, we did end up
having more sex outdoors while hiking and biking. As
well, during highway trips, she became more and more
comfortable having sex in rest stops. The further we
were from home, the more willing she was to be less
careful.

I can't count the number of times I saw someone
discreetly watching us from wooded areas. I also know
that some of the times my wife spotted them as well.
She never made it apparent though, never stopped me and
always let me finish before we rushed off.

Now the reason I've shared this little history. A month
ago, August, we went camping at a lake a few hours from
home. A few of our friends joined us, along with their
families. My wife and I stand out as one of the few
couples in our group without children. There were
enough kids of various ages that they managed to take
care of themselves most of the time. It was quite
relaxing for all of us to get together and just enjoy
ourselves. The drinks flowed and we kept ourselves busy
playing board and card games and reminiscing.

Later on in the evening, with the kids asleep and many
of us feeling no pain, the reminiscing took a decided
turn towards our more embarrassing and sexual escapades
throughout our youth. Bit by bit though, we lost more
and more of our group until it was just my best friend,
my wife and I sitting around a campfire.

It was a nice warm night and the three of us were just
having a good time reminiscing. Well, he and I were
reminiscing while my wife was just relaxing. I remember
having my arm around her shoulders and noticed my
friend looking her over.

I don't even think the thought registered in my brain
before my hand slipped under the neck of her shirt and
sought out her breast. I just brought my hand over it
and gave it a gentle squeeze. She didn't even budge.
She just let me grope her while she stared into the
fire. I guess she must have been a little frisky as
well because while I was squeezing her breasts and
playing with her nipples she just turned to me and
started kissing me deeply. Neither of us said a word to
each other, but there we were, sitting across the fire
from my best friend, kissing passionately and wrapped
around each other like we were all alone.

It was then that my drunken brain registered that maybe
she was letting me live out one of my more frequent
fantasies. We had talked many times during sex about
having sex in various places with not just strangers,
but friends watching. My best friend was just one of
those names that came up frequently when the topic went
that way. I didn't want to freak her out or push things
too fast, but I couldn't hold back.

I think I was trying to convince myself that I was
doing it slowly, but I think I was moving much faster
than I was trying. I ended up moving my free hand under
her shirt from the bottom. While groping her I started
moving my elbow up and away, dragging her shirt up with
it. She didn't flinch at all as her breasts came into
view. Not so much as a gasp or shiver as I pushed her
shirt up around her neck and started to suckle her
tits.

She tilted her head back and I could see her eyes were
closed. She just let me go to town on her neck and
breasts, in full sight of my buddy. I looked over at
him frequently and each time he seemed to be leaning
more and more over the fire, his eyes fixed open. When
I made my next move, I honestly thought she'd stop me.
I reached down and fondled her pussy through her pants.
Not only did she not stop me, she spread her legs.

I probably should have been more cautious, I probably
should have taken my time. The thing was when she
spread her legs I just reached under the elastic band
of her pants and shoved my hand in, straight to her
pussy. She was sopping wet and my finger slid right
into her. I ground my palm onto her clit and inserted
more and more fingers as I finger fucked her. I tried
the same stunt of moving my arm away from her body,
trying to get her pants down, but despite my repeated
attempts I didn't get more than the elastic band a
little further down.

As she had in the car long before, she caught me
unaware when she quickly pulled her pants past her
knees. She didn't open her eyes, she didn't look up,
she just whipped them down, spread her legs as far as
they could go in the chair, even slouched down in the
chair a little. As I leaned over her, she wrapped her
arms around my neck and held on. Although it was
uncomfortable, I wouldn't have dreamed of complaining.
There she was, fully exposed, the campfire lighting her
up, my friend almost falling into the fire as his eyes
soaked up ever detail of her body.

At a point I could tell she was getting closer and
closer to an orgasm. I think she had been talking to me
for a little while before I even noticed. However, I
did finally clue into her whispering in my ear, "Are
you sure? Are you sure?" over and over.

I just kept repeating yes every time she said it. Her
breath got more and more ragged and finally her legs
clamped together on my hand and she stiffened, little
shivers running through her body. When her orgasm had
subsided, her grip relaxed on my neck and her body went
limp in the chair. I leaned back and looked at her. Her
head was lolled back over the top of the chair, her
body was totally flushed. She made no move at all to
cover herself. I actually thought she might fall asleep
like that right there, if I let her.

Although it took her some time, she did start to move
again. I was surprised when she titled her head up and
looked right at my friend. I thought she'd immediately
pull all her clothes back in place but she sat there
for a while, staring into the fire, completely exposed.
She finally did decided to pull herself together and
stood up. She looked a bit confused but wandered around
the camp a bit and finally came back up to us.

She said she wanted to go to the washrooms and when I
got up she said no and said she needed to talk with our
friend. They headed off down the access road towards
the washrooms and I have to admit, I began to worry.
Despite my drunkenness I knew she'd be freaked out and
worried about him telling someone. I only hoped he was
sober enough to say whatever ever things she needed to
hear to alleviate her fears.

When they returned, she gave him a hug at the entrance
to our campsite and walked up while he continued down
the road to his campsite. We went to bed as soon as she
got back. I wasn't sure what to do, worried that I'd
upset her.

I was actually surprised when she whispered to me. She
did sound upset. She said something about that she
shouldn't have done it. She said that I wasn't even
interested in touching her anymore. That she knew it
was a mistake. She even began to sob a little. I
wrapped my arms around her and tried to comfort her.

We didn't talk but at a point, despite my worry, the
warmth of her gave me my erection again and she took
notice of it. I have to admit, I was surprised when she
turned herself upside down and proceeded to take my
cock in her mouth. My wife will admit that she doesn't
like giving bj's, that they make her uncomfortable. She
reserves them essentially for special occasions or when
she's especially drunk. I wasn't sure which way it
qualified that time. She took her time which was also a
rarity.

At a point, I reached over and pulled her pussy closer
to my face. I lapped up her juices, marvelling at how
juicy she still was, at how wet her thighs were. When I
was getting into things she rolled on top of me,
putting us in a 69, grinding her pussy into my face. I
have to admit, it was hard to concentrate, she was
going to town on my cock. It was the most memorable
blowjob she had ever given me. I wanted it to last. I
wanted to savour every moment of this rare occasion.
This marvelous bj from the woman who thought she was no
good at them.

She surprised me further by giving me some very direct
instructions on how she wanted me to eat her pussy. It
was a first. She had always pretty much lied back and
let me do my thing. I was having trouble holding my cum
in my balls and was relieved when she brought her mouth
away from my cock and arched her back, grinding her
pussy against my jaw. She began grinding her pussy
against my face the same as when she would grind
against my pubic area. It wasn't gentle, but it was
erotic. I think she had to keep repeating herself a lot
because by the time I heard any instructions she was
getting pretty aggravated. She wanted my tongue as far
in as it would go. She humped my tongue as if it was a
little cock.

It was easy tell she was getting closer to a second
orgasm, another rarity with us, and she was completely
focused on getting herself over that edge. I was having
trouble hearing what she was saying, her words were
more gasps and grunts then actual English. It was at a
point not moments from when she came that I heard her
repeating over and over, "Get all of him out of me!"

I have to admit I was confused and didn't even realize
what she was getting at until after she came and was
lying on top of me. In the silence I realized, he'd
fucked her when they went to the washroom. I hadn't
been just eating my wife's pussy. I'd been eating her
pussy that had recently been filled with my friend's
cum. I was blown away.

I think she just wanted to sleep after her that. My
adrenalin and excitement were washing away my
drunkenness, leaving complete horniness in its place. I
rolled my wife onto her back and just mounted her.
Nothing delicate, no talking, just me climbing on top
of her and me shoving my cock as far as it would go
into her pussy. I wasn't in the least bit tired, and
just kept going and going and going. Although we
finally did fall asleep, I wasn't down for long before
I woke up and mounted her again. She tried to sleep in
but kept getting disturbed by her horny husband waking
her up.

I have to admit, the way my wife acted the next day,
you would never had guessed that anything had happened.
Unfortunately, a few people seemed to think there was
something off with how both my friend and I were
acting. Luckily, everyone seemed to believe us that it
was just an effect of getting old and having too much
to drink the night before.

My wife and I had a little private hike together. The
tone was pretty serious and she was very nervous. She
seemed to think that despite the number of times that I
had discussed my fantasies with her, she was very
scared that I was upset and that it would tear us
apart.

Although it was easy to tell she wasn't in a frisky
mood, I did manage to get her to a remote area where we
ended up naked in the grass together. I was fucking her
doggy style when I tried to encourage her to share the
details of her tryst. It took a lot of encouragement
and she seemed to not want to tell me. The thing is,
once she started to talk about it, I could feel the
change in her juices. Her wetness just kept building as
she told me more and more. I had to pry most of the
details out of her but by the time I came, I had a
perfect understanding of everything that had happened.

We didn't get dressed right away. We lied out in the
sun, enjoying the warmth. At a point she started
fondling my cock with her hand and it didn't take me
long to get hard again. When I mounted her again, I
took my time with slow gentle strokes and grinding. I'm
not sure why I thought about it, but looking down on
her and thinking of everything that happened, my mind
wandered back to the time I took her to the park after
the staggette party.

I don't know what gave me the courage to ask. For some
reason, while I was looking at her, she opened her eyes
and could tell something was up. She asked me what was
wrong, clearly worried about what I might say. I caught
her totally off guard when I asked her to honestly tell
me what she remember about the night after her friend
D's staggette. It was instantly clear that she
remembered something from the way she was biting her
lip. The look in her eyes that told me she was weighing
the pros and cons of telling me.

Instead of saying anything though, she moved her knees
up, stretched her legs and wrapped them tight around my
waist. When she had me in a firm grip, she started
thrusting up, meeting my thrusts and slamming our
groins together. Every few moments I would ask her
again what she could remember and her smile grew bit by
bit. Again, without saying a word, she wrapped me
tighter in her legs and thrust up towards me.

After a while, she wrapped her arms around my neck and
pulled me close. She was getting closer to an orgasm
and in between gasps said to me "don't you remember me
doing this to him that night?". Instantly I had a
picture in my head of the big bear of a man on top of
her in the grass. My perception at the time had been
that she was on the border of passing out and that he
had mounted her and fucked her hard.

When I thought back to it though I remembered two
things I hadn't paid much attention to. Firstly, at a
point he was hunched up, almost doubled over, with his
big hands grasping under her, holding her ass off the
ground. Secondly, her legs had been wrapped firmly
around him. She hadn't just been drunk, she had been
fucking him.

When that realization hit me was also when she
whispered to me, "I remember it all." It was too much
for me, I instantly stiffened, forcing my cock as deep
in her as I could and pumped what little cum I had
remaining inside of her.

There were a lot of conversations since then. A lot of
secrets that we've shared with each other. I'm not sure
where things will go from here. I do know that my wife
isn't as different from me as I may have first thought.

vonal

Dirty Downloads with Chuck and Nicolette


Dirty Downloads with Chuck and Nicolette
"Damn... look at that one, Nicolett. He is FINE," my friend Gena said as she pointed to a picture on my computer monitor.

I looked at it. It was a picture of a naked boy, about 18 or 19 years of age. His penis was hard, he had a little smile on his face and he was, indeed, really, really cute.

"He's pretty hot," I said.

Gena was my best friend, even though she was 21, a year older than me. We'd been friends for quite some time. Right now I was over at her house and we were, as we often did, downloading porn. We loved looking at cute boys naked, ideally ones our age.

"I would LOVE to get that dick inside me," Gena said.

I kind of envied my friend. She'd lost her virginity last year and had since been fucked by three other boys. She kept telling me how wonderful it was. She even showed me a picture of one of the boys who had fucked her. He was really cute and it made me very jealous.

She clicked onto a couple other pics. Now up on the screen were a pair of boys, one probably 20 or so and the other a year or two older. They were both naked in a shower. In the next picture they were laying on a bed together, the younger boy sucking on the older boy's penis.

"Aw, how cute," I said, looking at the boys.

"It's a waste," said Gena. "He should have that in ME, not in the other boy's mouth." She got a few more pics from the same series. "Oh, here we go."

The pics in question showed the boys now getting it on with a couple girls. Each of them was fucking one of them. There were even close-up penetration shots.

"Damn... lucky girls," I said.

"Yeah."

I reached down and rubbed at my crotch a little. "Wish they were here right now," I said quietly.

"Girl, when you gonna get fucked?"

I sighed. "I have no idea."

"Well, you'd best be making it soon. I lost my virginity when I was a month younger than you."

"Yeah, I know."

"So?"

"I just gotta find the right boy."

Gena snorted. "The right boy is the boy who says yes."

"Yeah, yeah."

Then we came to a series of pics showing a boy with an incredible body. His face was blacked out but his body looked just wonderful! He was obviously older then a teenager, probably about 24 or so, but his pubic hair was shaved off. He had blond hair on his head, we could see that much. It actually reminded me vaguely of my older brother Chuck's hair.

"Wow," Gena said as she scrolled through the pics. She came to a butt-shot. "Now THAT is a perfect white-boy ass!"

"Yeah, it is," I breathed. The boy's butt was just mind bogglingly cute.

The next pic was a close-up of his penis. "Oh, now that I want in me," Gena said with a delighted sounding sigh.

"Yeah, me, too," I said, picturing that penis sliding in and out of my vagina.

"Well, look who's finally getting all horny!" Gena said with a little laugh.

"Oh, shut up. Just because I'm not a slut like you..."

"Uh-uh, girl! Four boys ain't no slut."

"It is if they're all in the same week."

"Oh, shut up."

The two of us then got very quiet as we sat there looking at the photos of this very, very pretty naked boy. He was my ideal dream! He was sooo cute! His penis looked magnificent! I kept picturing it sliding in and out of my eager vagina. God, was this man ever sexy!

Then, as we got to one of the pictures, I noticed something that made my blood run cold. There, in the background of this picture, was a small shelf on which sat a bunch of trophies. The exact same shelf that sat in the bedroom of my 18-year-old brother, Chuck.

We scrolled through a few more photos, and I was no longer paying attention to the boy in the pictures. Instead I was looking at the room behind him. There was the Linkin Park poster my brother had near his bed. There was his dresser. There were his books. And on the bookshelf, next to the books, I could clearly see a photograph in a frame. I knew the photo showed my brother and I when we were on vacation at Disneyland a couple years ago.

There was no escaping it. The boy in these pictures, the boy I wanted so much to have fuck me, was my brother.

"Holy fuck," I whispered.

"Yeah, he is pretty fuckin' sexy for a white boy!" Gena said, rubbing at her crotch.

I said nothing, I just nodded. I really didn't want to try and explain this to my friend.

On impulse I said, "Can you burn me a disc with these pictures on them?"

"Girl!" Gena said with a little grin. "About damn time you started getting into one of these boys. Hang on a moment." She put a blank CD into the drive and started it copying. A few minutes later it was done and I had what looked to be about three hundred photos of my brother naked, hard and masturbating.

"Thanks!" I said, putting the disc into the backpack. I made a show of looking at my watch. "Hey, I gotta get going home, Gena."

"Uh-huh!" she said with a knowing grin. "Gonna spend some time double-clicking your mouse, eh?"

"Something like that." I grinned weakly.

"Well, you go girl. Have a good time!" She turned back to her computer and I let myself out.

It seemed to take forever for me to get home, but I finally did, and once there raced upstairs. I knocked on Chuck's door. I didn't think he'd be home, but I wanted to be certain. He wasn't. I let myself in and looked around, comparing what I'd seen in the photos with what I saw in his bedroom. Yep. It was the same. It was indeed my brother in these pictures.

This left me with many, many questions as I made my way back out into the hall and then to my own bedroom. I booted up my computer and loaded in the pics, looking at them as I sorted through the questions in my mind. Why was Chuck doing porn? Why was *I* still turned on, even though I knew they were of my older brother? And just what the hell was I gonna do about it? I mean, I couldn't talk with my Mom and Dad about it. They'd want to know how I'd seen the pictures and then Gena and I would get into trouble. I couldn't just confront Chuck about it, though. Could I?

I pulled off my jeans and panties and started fingering while I looked at some of the shots of Chuck's penis. Why couldn't I confront him about it? I mean, I had no clue exactly what I'd SAY, but I could come up with something. I really wanted to know exactly why he'd made all these pictures. Maybe I COULD just ask him.

Finally all thoughts of what I was going to do were banished from my mind as my finger worked its magic between my legs, giving me a very powerful orgasm as I stared at pictures of my brother's naked body displayed up on the screen.

Now I had guilt to deal with, too. Eventually, though, I knew I'd think of something. It would just take a little time.

* * *

Four days, in fact, went past before I finally had time to think of a plan and execute it. I waited until one morning after our parents had gone to work. It was about nine when I went out from my bedroom to Chuck's and knocked on his bedroom door.

He opened it after a couple moments, wearing only a pair of boxers. As I glanced at his body I knew now even more than before that the boy in those photos was indeed him.

"Oh, hey, Nicolett. What's up?" he asked a little muzzily. I guessed I'd woken him up. That was part of the plan. I wanted him to be too out of it to give me bullshit answers.

"Can you come to my room for a second?" I asked.

Chuck yawned. "Why? I was sleeping."

"I need help with my computer."

Chuck sighed. "Can it wait?"

"Not really."

"What's it doing?"

"Hard to describe. You'll just have to come see." I smiled at him. "Besides, I'll owe you one. I'll help you out on your history homework next time."

"Alright, fine." He followed me out into the hallway, still wearing only his boxers. I could see a faint bulge where his penis was. I wondered what it might be like to see it in person and not just on the computer screen.

When we got to my room, I pointed to the computer. "Take a look and see if you can tell me what's wrong."

"Ok." Chuck sat down and pressed the spacebar to get rid of the screen saver. Then he sat there and stared at the monitor for a good minute or so. "Nicolett... where did you get this?" he asked, pointing at the screen.

I moved over to look at it. I'd made up a little montage of Chuck's photos and set it as my wallpaper.

"You know," I said, "The Internet can yield the most interesting things."

"You downloaded these?"

"Yeah."

"From where?"

"A place me and one of my friends download pictures from."

"That's not helpful."

"It wasn't supposed to be."

A long silence reigned. "Look," Chuck said, "you're not going to tell Dad and Mom about this, are you?"

"No, of course not."

He let out a sigh. "Good."

"Why did you take these pictures?"

Chuck squirmed a little. "Well... you really aren't going to tell ANYONE about this, are you?"

"No."

"Does your friend who you were with know who the pictures are of?"

"No."

"How did you know?"

I pointed to the background.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Chuck ran his fingers through his light blond hair. "Ok. Well... a couple months ago I met this girl. She and I were spending a lot of time talking with each other on the Net. And one day she asked if I could take some pictures for her. So..." He gestured towards the screen. "So I did."

"I see." I sat down next to him at the desk, my eyes trailing down to where his inner thigh disappeared into his boxers.

"Yeah. She sent me some of her, too. We both agreed to blot out our faces in the nude shots. I don't know why they ended up on the Net, though."

"Well... maybe she sent them to a couple friends or something."

Chuck shrugged. "Maybe. I said she could. I sent hers to a couple of my friends, too. We kept talking about wanting to get together and... well, meet." He blushed. "But it never happened. I lost touch with her a couple weeks ago."

"That sucks."

"Yeah."

"Well... for what it's worth... they're nice photos." I smiled a little.

"They are?"

"Yeah. I mean, before I knew who was in them, I thought they were really, really, REALLY nice, if you know what I mean."

Chuck laughed a little. "HOW nice?"

"Uh..." I blushed. "Well, very nice. That was before I knew it was you in them, of course."

"Of course." He looked down at his chest. "Do you really think I look good in them?"

"Well, yeah. You've got a really nice body and everything."

"Thanks, Nicolett. You look pretty nice, too."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, but you won't see any naked pics of ME posted on the Internet."

"Yeah, probably not," Chuck said with a laugh of his own. "So what did you like best about my body? If you don't mind me asking."

I shrugged. "I don't know. You've got a really nice chest, and a very cute butt." I laughed a little once more. "And your... you know... IT... looked really neat, too."

Chuck looked down at his boxers. I thought I saw something twitch under the fabric. "Neat, huh?"

"Yeah. Except I thought boys had hair down there."

"We normally I do. I shave it."

"You do? Why?"

Chuck just shrugged again. "I don't know. I just think it looks better without hair."

"Oh... so, like, is it shaved now?"

"Yeah."

"Can I see?" Hurriedly I added, "I don't mean the whole thing. Just the part where the hair should be."

"Uhm..." Chuck considered this and then shrugged again. "I guess it isn't anything you haven't already seen in the pictures. Ok." He pulled his boxers down just enough to expose his bare pubes. I could also see just a hint of the base of his penis. Clearly he was shaved nice and smooth. There wasn't even any stubble yet. He must've shaved pretty recently.

"Wow," I said. "THAT looks cool."

"Thanks," my brother said with a little smile.

"Can I... do you mind if I... you know... just touch it a little? The shaved spot, I mean?"

"Well... yeah, ok, if you want to."

I reached out a hand and ran my fingers along the bare patch. The skin was very smooth and very soft. It was exquisite to touch.

"That's pretty sweet," I said.

"See? That's why I shave it. I don't like having a big tangle of hair down there."

I nodded. "Maybe I should shave mine. I don't have a lot of hair down there, but I do have some."

"How much?"

"Not a lot." My throat went a little dry as I suddenly said, "You wanna see?"

"Uh... ok."

I pulled down my shorts and panties enough to expose my small patch of hair, which also showed the top of my slit. I wasn't sure why I wanted Chuck to see this, but whatever the reason, I knew that I wanted him to.

"Wow... that looks pretty cool," my brother said, staring down.

"Yeah."

"The hair is kind of... I don't know. It doesn't look bad, though."

"You wanna touch it?"

Chuck hesitated for a bit and then said, "Well, if you don't care."

"I touched you, so it's only fair."

"Ok." Chuck's fingertips were soon running through my sparse hair. It felt amazing having a boy touching me down there, even if the boy was my brother.

I found that I was actually holding my breath. I let it out slowly and said, "That feels really, really nice, Chuck."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"You know," he said after a moment. "I found that it felt a lot better to touch myself down there once I didn't have the hair anymore."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe I should shave it all off, then."

"How much do you have? Is it just this bit here?" He said, still running his fingers gently through it.

"No, there's a little bit more."

"How much more?"

"A little bit."

Chuck laughed. "I had hair above my... well, my penis... and some along the sides of it, too. Do you have hair like that?"

"Yeah... some above my... vagina..." I felt somewhat comfortable using the word since Chuck had just used the correct word for his anatomy. "And some along side it."

"Oh, ok." He looked down to where his fingers were still browsing through my fuzz. "How much hair?"

"Not a lot..." I swallowed. "You... you wanna see?"

"Yeah. If you don't mind."

"Well... I've seen your penis and everything. So it's not a big deal. I mean, we're just brother and sister," I said, partly to remind myself.

"Yeah. That's right. We are." Chuck nodded as if he'd only just remembered that fact.

I sat up a little and pulled my shorts and panties down to my knees and then spread my legs to expose my virgin vagina. "See?" I said, pointing. "Just a little hair."

"Yeah..." Chuck put his hand out and ran it through the patch of hair on the top of my vagina and then ran a finger down each side of my slit. Little shivers of delight went through my body at his gentle, tickling touches. It was better than anything I'd ever felt.

"So..." I managed to say. "You think I should shave it off?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I think you should."

"Ok."

"You know how to shave?"

I shrugged. "Kinda."

"Well... you wanna be real careful when you're shaving around down there. It's pretty sensitive, I'm sure. At least if it's anything like my... penis."

"Oh. Ok. I'll try not to cut myself or anything."

Chuck took a deep breath. "If you want... I'll help you shave it."

"You will?"

My brother nodded as his fingers continued to caress the tangle of hair between my legs. "I mean, since it's your first time you should have help, right? So you don't cut yourself."

I nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense." I didn't know if it did or didn't. All that I really knew was that it felt very nice having my brother's fingers roaming around the outskirts of my vagina and if he was helping to shave me, I'd probably get a lot more of that.

"Ok. Well, you wanna do it right now?"

"Sure."

"Alright." Chuck stood up. For a moment I saw his penis tenting out his boxers and then he turned away from me. "I'll go get my shaving stuff and meet you in the bathroom."

"Ok," I said, my eyes following my bother's butt as he walked out of my bedroom.

Quickly I pulled up my shorts and panties and went into the bathroom where I sat on the toilet and waited for my brother to arrive. When he finally did, he had added a pair of jeans to cover up his boxers, though he was still shirtless.

"So... you ready, Nicolett?"

"Yeah."

"Ok. Let me turn on the shower. It's easiest in the shower."

"Alright." I moved aside so that my brother could get the shower started.

Once the water was running he pointed and said, "Ok, get in."

"In the shower?"

"Yeah."

I looked at the water. "Uh... ok." I stood up and pulled my shorts and panties off, leaving my loose- fitting t-shirt on. Shyly I opened up the shower curtain and made ready to step inside.

"Aren't you going to take off your shirt, too?" Chuck asked. "I mean, you don't want to get it wet, do you?"

"Oh... uh, I guess not." I pulled my shirt up off my head, leaving me now totally naked in front of my older brother. I quickly got into the shower, longing to feel the water caressing my bare skin.

"You look really nice, Nicolett," my brother said in an odd voice.

"Thanks."

"Ok... uhm... well, get yourself all wet and stuff, especially your vagina."

"Ok." I started soaping up and then I said, "Hey... I should probably close the shower curtain. Otherwise water will get all over the place."

"Oh... I hadn't thought about that," Chuck said, looking a little abashed. "Uhm... well... the thing is it's easier to shave with the water on. Sorry, I'm used to actually being in the shower when I do it, you know?"

"Yeah... well... you could get in here with me. It wouldn't be a big deal."

Chuck thought about this. "I guess that would make it easier," he said eventually. "Alright." He started pulling down his jeans and boxers and once he was naked got into the shower with me.

Now I was able to see my brother's naked body for real and not just in pictures. His penis was hard and smooth and looked just beautiful, as did the rest of his body. For a moment the two of us just stood there, looking at one another naked in the shower.

Finally Chuck broke the spell. "Well.. let me get past you for a second so that I can get wet myself. It's a little cold just standing here, you know?" he said with a little laugh.

"Right, ok." I stood aside and awkwardly we moved past each other, our bare butts brushing just ever so slightly.

Chuck got under the water and soaked his whole body down. I stood there watching the streams of water cascading down his nude form. I never wanted to be water so much in my life.

When he was done soaking Chuck said, "Ok, get yourself wet once more and then we'll do this thing."

"Alright." We switched places once more, butts brushing again as we moved past each other. I got my vaginal region good and wet and then turned towards Chuck. "Ok, I think I'm ready."

"Right." My brother reached out of the shower and came back with a little net-bag. He opened it up, pulling out a can of shaving gel and a couple different kinds of razors. He looked at me. "Right. Uh... let's see... ok. I'm going to turn off the shower part for a bit, but keep the main faucet flowing. You go sit on the edge of the tub and spread your legs."

"Ok." I moved over to the edge and sat, my eyes watching my brother's nude body as he fiddled around with the water.

Once the flow had switched from the shower to the main faucet, he sprayed some of the gel onto his hand and crouched down in front of me.

"Ok, Nicolett. When you shave, the first thing you do, after you get nice and wet in a good hot shower, is to put on the shave gel."

"Ok."

"I'll do it for you this time," he said, reaching out his hand. I closed my eyes part way as I felt Chuck's warm, gentle touch between my legs. He rubbed the shave gel into the larger patch of my pubic hair and then down along each side, the tip of one of his fingers barely brushing against the entrance to my vagina. I nearly came right then and there.

As soon as everything was gelled up with this nice foamy gel, Chuck took one of the razors from his bag and held it under the faucet. Then he pulled it back and looked me in the eyes.

"Ok. You gotta stay perfectly still for this, ok? I've never shaved a girl and I don't want to screw it up."

"Alright, Chuck."

Taking a deep breath, Chuck put his razor near the larger patch of hair and started running it slowly across. I felt an odd tugging sensation as the hairs were cut down to size. At one point the heel of his hand brushed against my clitoris and it was a real struggle not to squirm with pleasure.

"Am I doing ok, Nicolett? It's not hurting you or anything?"

"No," I said with a little gasp. "Not at all..."

"Ok."

I held my breath a little as Chuck took a handful of warm water and poured it onto my vagina, washing away the gel. He touched up his shave a little and then said, "You gotta spread your legs a little more."

"Alright," I said in almost a whisper as I spread them.

"Good. That's perfect," my brother said. He took the razor and slowly ran it down the sides of my 20- year-old vagina. His touch was so gentle. It felt sooo wonderful. When he moved the razor from one side to the other, it left one of his fingers resting right against the entrance, the tip pressing just slightly into me. It was all I could do to keep myself from pushing my hips forward so that he'd slip inside.

Finally Chuck said, "Ok, I'm done." He took another handful of water and rinsed me off. "Go ahead and get yourself good and rinsed and I'll see if I need to do any touch up." He stood up, giving me a great eye-level view of his wonderfully hard fifteen-year-old penis.

I stood up myself and turned the shower part on again, rinsing off in the spray. I looked down at my vagina while I did so. It was totally smooth, totally hairless. My probing fingers, one of which slipped up inside in a brief effort to lower my levels of arousal, found no sign of any hair.

"I think you got it all," I said to Chuck as I turned around.

"Lemme look." He knelt down and peered closely at my vagina. After a short glimpse he took his razor and hit one spot then said, "Yeah. Looks nice and clear."

"Cool." I rinsed off again and said, "Hey, let's dry off and go look in the mirror in Mom and Dad's room."

"Ok."

I shut off the water and Chuck and I got out. We toweled off, our eyes looking over each other's naked bodies as we did so. Chuck's penis was still hard. I experienced a brief fantasy of that penis pounding within my vagina and felt a little shudder of delight and desire pass through my young body.

We actually wrapped the towels around our naked bodies as we went into our parent's bedroom. I don't know why. I mean, we'd seen each other naked, touched each other a little and were about to stand naked side-by-side. Why cover up? But we did anyhow.

As I had guessed, once we were in our parent's bedroom, we both dropped the towels and stood there, side-by- side, looking into the mirror at our naked, hairless bodies.

"That looks pretty sweet," Chuck said.

"Yeah," I said, nodding at my big brother. I giggled. "You know, I've never seen a naked boy in real life before today."

"I've never seen a girl naked before," Chuck said with a smile.

"Cool."

"So... now that you're dry, can I see how smooth you ended up being?"

"Sure." I laid down on the floor in front of the mirror. "I don't want to screw up their bed," I said to Chuck by way of explanation.

My brother nodded. "That's smart." He got down on the floor next to my and placed his hand between my legs, running his fingers along my bare pubes. "That's sweet as all hell," he said. "It's sooo smooth." His fingers continued to probe around between my legs. Suddenly he said, "Hey, I thought you dried off."

"I did."

"Yeah, but it feels kind of... I don't know... damp."

"Oh..." I grinned a shy grin. "Well... girls get wet sometimes. It's like how boys get hard, you know?" I said, still running my fingers along his bare skin at the base of his penis.

"Yeah..." Without asking my brother, I reached over and ran my hand along his smooth pubes. "It's really cool that we're both shaved now."

"Yeah. I kinda wonder..." Chuck trailed off.

"What?"

"Well... I wonder what it would be like to... well, rub our skin together... you know... my pubes against yours."

"Oh!" I thought about it. "That might be cool. How would we do it, though?"

"I don't know," Chuck confessed.

"So... you wanna try to rub the bare parts together?"

"Sure, but how?"

Chuck shrugged. "I don't know... I thought of one way, but... I don't know."

"What?"

Very nervous looking my brother took a deep breath and carefully said, "Well... if my penis was... you know... kind of... like... inside your vagina... and I was in far enough... then we'd be rubbing the bare parts together."

"Oh." My mouth went dry again. "Would you... would you want to try that?"

"I don't know... maybe... if you wanted to."

"Wouldn't that mean we were..." I blushed again. "That we'd be... having sex?"

"I'm not sure... I don't think so... I mean, I'd just put it inside you to see what it felt like to have our pubes rubbing together. We'd each have a little taste of what it's like to have sex, but it's not like we'd be really Doing It."

"That's true." I thought about it for a bit. I really did want to know what it would feel like to rub together. Plus I'd know what it was like to have a boy's penis inside my vagina. Even if it wasn't really sex, it would still be interesting. "You'd just put it in and then we'd rub together a little and then you'd take it out again, right?"

"Yeah."

"You wouldn't tell anyone would you?"

"No. Would you?"

"No... have you ever had it in a girl before?"

"No. You ever have a boy in you before?"

I shook my head. "No." I thought a little more. "It really wouldn't count as sex, would it? I mean, we're not doing it to have sex, we're just doing it to see what the pube thing would feel like, right?"

"Right."

"I guess we can try it," I said, finally. "Just to see what it's like."

"Ok."

"Ok."

We stared at each other for a bit.

I said, "Well... I guess you should get between my legs and we can try it."

"Alright." Chuck got between my legs, his penis sticking up and suddenly looking very large. He took it in his hand and said, "Uh... where exactly does it go?"

I put my hands down to my vagina and parted the labia to expose the hole. "It goes right in there."

"Ok." My brother scooted forward and for the first time ever I felt a boy's penis touching my vagina. "Right here?"

"Yeah.." I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and held it, waiting to be penetrated by a boy for the first time.

Between my legs I felt a pressure that seemed to build and build and then suddenly yielded. Something wonderful was entering my body. I felt myself starting to be stretched open a little as inch by inch my brother's 18-year-old virgin penis opened up my 20-year-old virgin vagina. When he stopped moving, I opened my eyes and looked down, seeing nothing but our bare pubes meeting. The beautiful penis I had first seen in pictures was now deep inside my body.

"Oooh..." Chuck whispered, looking into my eyes. "Wow... it feels... so good..."

"Yeah..." I managed to say. I couldn't believe I really had a boy inside me!

"I guess we know... what it feels like now..." I could tell he was fighting hard to keep from fucking the shit out of me.

"Yeah... but we don't know... what the rubbing is like..."

"Oh, yeah..." Chuck pushed against me and pulled back a little, then did it again. I let out a gentle sigh as I felt his penis sliding inside me.

"That feels really good," I said quietly.

"Yeah, I know... for me, too..." Chuck lowered himself down a little until his bare chest was against my breasts. I savored the sensation of his naked body spread out on top of mine. "Do you want me to take it out now, or can I leave it in for a bit?"

My mind was whirling, overwhelmed by pleasure. "I guess... you can leave it in me... for a little bit longer..."

"Cool..."

My brother and I laid there for a few seconds, just holding each other. Eventually I became aware of movement between my legs as he started sliding his penis back and forth inside my vagina once again. It felt really nice.

"Oh, Nicolett, this is so nice..." Chuck whispered as he started fucking me a little faster.

"Yeah..." I reached down and rested my hands just above my brother's butt as his speed began increasing. The faster he moved within me, the better it felt.

I turned my head a little and saw us in the mirror. Chuck's head was thrown back a little. His eyes were closed, his mouth was open slightly. I could see the muscles in his butt and all over the rest of his move as he fucked me. I couldn't see any sign of his penis, but I knew exactly where it was.

"Chuck?" I whispered to him. "Look in the mirror."

Panting a little, Chuck turned his head. For an instant he stopped thrusting and then suddenly closed his eyes and let out a few grunts. Inside my vagina his penis started kicking around as a warm fluid feeling filled me up. He held himself against me, as deep inside me as he could get, as his whole body shuddered on top of mine.

I was looking up into his face as the shuddering finally he stopped. Breathing hard, Chuck opened his eyes and looked down at me.

"I just... had an orgasm..." he whispered.

"So you came in me?" I asked softly.

"Yeah..."

I ran my hands up and smoothed his hair back. "I think this probably counts as sex, then," I said with a little smile.

"Yeah..." Chuck replied, smiling a little himself.

I ran my hands down to cup my brother's butt. "I'm glad we did it. It was really nice."

"Yeah..."

Chuck and I held tightly onto each other for several minutes, just hugging and talking, his penis still inside me. Eventually he started fucking me again, and came inside me once more. We had sex four more times that day before our parents got home. It was exhausting, but certainly fun!

The next day when I saw Gena she commented how happy and tired I looked. She said that I had that "freshly- fucked" look that most girls got after a night of passionate sex, but when she tired to corner me and get me to confess, I just grinned mysteriously and walked away from her.

It can be very nice to have secrets!

vonal

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