My heart pounded in my chest. Tracy had given me fifteen minutes before she returned. Fifteen minutes left before I lost my virginity. To a woman.
I paced in my little bedroom, unsure of what to do. After days of sexual frustration, I was about to finally get what I had been craving. Even so, I felt scared out of my mind. Ever wish for something so hard that when you finally get it, you feel like you have no choice but to take it? Well, that’s kind of how I was feeling.
I felt uncomfortable. Or was it excited? No, nervous. Or was it anticipation? Oh crap, it felt like everything was moving so fast, and yet what was taking her so long?
Everything in my body seemed to scream for attention at once. My heart was pounding in my chest, and every muscle seemed to be tightened and ready for movement. Every sense was heightened. Was this “fight or flight?” Was this an adrenaline rush?
This is what I wanted. Rather, this is what I told her I wanted. Then again, when she had asked me, I had said yes – enthusiastically. Okay, perhaps not in so many words, as she was riding my father’s cock at the time, and I was hiding behind a banister at the top of the stairs. Okay, maybe she wasn’t riding him yet, but – ohgodohgodohgod.
Panic lurked behind every thought. I looked around the room, searching for a place to hide. I suppose I could just leave the house, right? I mean, wait. No. Where would I go? I didn’t know anything about the place where my father lived. Whenever I visited it was just to the house, really. I never really paid attention when we left the house to go anywhere. I felt remarkably unobservant.
Plus, it was in the middle of the goddamned night.
So, where? Under the bed? I could fit there, I suppose. That bed where Tracy was about to come in and pull me over and lay me down and kiss me and take my nipples in her mouth and oh god where the fuck was she?
I shook my head to get that image out of my head, but when it started to slip away I found myself holding on to it desperately. I saw the closet, and thought that perhaps I could hide in there, but of course that would probably be the first place she would look. She would open the door and see me kneeling there, waiting for her, and she would lift her skirt and show me her pussy and invite me to taste her. I would lean forward, and she would stand there, skirt in her hands, as I leaned in…
I shuddered, but it wasn’t clear whether it was because I wanted her to come visit me after my father fell asleep, or because I didn’t.
The thought finally hit me about what was about to happen. I was about to cheat with my father’s girlfriend. What the hell was I thinking? And why was this the first time I had realized this little wrinkle?
More than anything, this little faux pas started to sink in. I couldn’t do this to my father! Moreover, what kind of person was Tracy for even suggesting it? Seriously, what was wrong with both of us? I was never a troublemaker, why would I want to start now? Like this?
I had to made up my mind at that point. Yes, I wanted her, and yes, I wanted to lose my virginity. Yes, I had even had sex dreams about Tracy before even meeting her. But no, I couldn’t fuck her, or let her fuck me.
Once I made up my mind, though, I was surprised at just how much my body rejected that notion. My pussy and nipples screamed in protest. It was as if they were tired of only having my hands for companionship. All the confusion seemed to separate into two distinct camps: Team Morality and Team Shutupandfuckme.
None of it mattered, though. Not ethically, anyway. I couldn’t mess around with my father’s girlfriend. It was one of those things that you couldn’t return from, couldn’t be forgiven. It broke people apart forever, and I didn’t want to lose my father from my life.
You two aren’t that close in the first place, I heard a dark voice in the back of my head. Team Shutupandfuckme wasn’t going to take this decision without a fight. Though I would take it lying down! some twisted part of me tried to joke. Joke or no joke, though, the part that wanted Tracy had a voice in this decision, and it was primal.
But I’m not gay, Team Morality protested.
You are tonight, Team SUAFM countered.
Team Morality had a point, though. Up until I saw the video and had the sex dream, I had never even thought about women in a sexual way. I’d only fantasized about boys and penises. Maybe I was still straight, and only attracted to Redd? I mean, Tracy?
The debate was about to hit full stride when the door opened.
She stood there, smiling. I don’t know what I was expecting. She could have crept in playfully, tiptoeing in like a secret between us that we were about to share. She could have flung the door wide open with a “Ta da!!” Somehow, it wouldn’t have surprised me if she had floated in mid-air with rose-petals whipping about her wind-blown hair.
Instead, she simply walked in like she owned the place. Quietly, she closed the door behind her, and then turned to face me. There was no pomp, no circumstance. She was just there with an excited grin on her face. She was dressed in a simple neglige, a very slight pink satin number that matched her darker red hair and lipstick. Dammit, did she always look like she was ready for a model shoot?
I stood stock still, a deer caught in headlights. Or in a wolf’s glare. Either way, I couldn’t move.
“You know,” she said. “When I said to wait for me, I didn’t mean that you had to stay exactly where you were!”
I looked down, confused. Then I realized that despite my pacing, I had somehow wound up in the exact same spot as when she left. “I…” I stammered, but didn’t know what to say.
Her grin broadened, and she came towards me. I raised my hands to stop her, to hold her at bay. I opened my mouth to tell her that I couldn’t do this, that it wasn’t right. I couldn’t do this to my father. I’d just have to lose my virginity some other way.
My hands touched her rib cage, but instead of pushing her away I felt them betray me and pull her closer. Somehow, Team Shutupandfuckme had coopted my body while Team Morality was stuck arguing inside my head. My mind protested, reeled back in horror as it felt completely detached from anything my body was doing. Everything seemed to be on autopilot, and suddenly my own mouth and lips weren’t obeying my control either.
What are you doing?! Team Morality shrieked.
If you don’t know by now, Team SUAFM sneered, then watch and learn, dumbass.
She slid through the space between us in less than a heartbeat, and then she crossed the boundary between interpersonal space and private space – my space. It was the first time I had another woman’s body so close to mine that wasn’t platonic or family. Once more, I could smell her perfume, but this time it was freshly applied over a clean smell of body wash and freshly applied makeup.
She took a shower, I thought. For me. I instinctively licked my lips, which she took as encouragement.
I was eye-level with her lips, and I marveled at how shiny and glossy they were. For me. Team Morality tried to fight back with one last weak parry. She showered for you, but you didn’t freshen up for her!
It was too late. My chin raised on its own, and I felt my own lips touch hers ever so slightly. They were just separated enough so that they fit together, my upper lips slipping in between her own, our mouths creating an embrace. A whimper escaped me, my arms pulled her tight against me, and Team Morality abandoned me completely.
I’ll never forget that moment for as long as I live. It was the first time anyone had ever taken me in their arms as a lover-to-be, and every nerve ending in my body seemed to be hitting the record button. I wanted to remember everything. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a perverted sexual editor was already splicing the feed for masturbation material in the future, and we hadn’t yet gone beyond the first kiss.
My first kiss. It wasn’t my “first” kiss, of course. In comparison to this, however, it felt like I had never been touched in an intimate way until this very moment. It felt like a completely different level, but I couldn’t put words to it. In fact, I couldn’t put words to any of this – it was all so new to me.
The satin seemed to slide across her body under my hands – my awkward, shaking hands. I tried not to paw at her, but at the same time I didn’t want to not touch her all over her body. I felt as if I had no control over any of my limbs any more. I simply didn’t know what to do.
I felt as awkward as a marionette on strings, and probably looked about as gracious as well.
It didn’t seem to faze her. Her arms slid around and underneath my own, and I felt her hands come up to my head and hold it in place so that she could kiss me. She had me locked in place, which should have thrown me into a panic but, instead, I felt myself relax into her.
She kissed me gently, and I found myself appreciating her confidence and control. I kissed her back, trying to match the pressure she was giving me. It was only after a moment that I felt the softness and swell of her breasts against my chest, fulfilling an unspoken promise of earlier.
“Let me take care of everything,” she said. “Relax. You don’t have to be in control all the time.”
Tracy’s confidence allowed me to slip into a new, completely unfamiliar role. It simply didn’t matter that I had no idea what was going to happen next – Tracy had it all taken care of. Letting my guard down was an alien concept for me, but for some reason it felt okay.
I felt myself ease into her embrace, and she took the subtle changes in my body as encouragement. She kept one hand on the back of my head and we separated slightly. She looked at me, a hungry smile creeping across her face as she looked down at my body. I felt her hand slide down to my side, gently guiding me to turn a little so she could see all of me. She kept me close to her but with enough space to see my whole body.
It was the first time anyone had ever looked at me with pure lust. As self-conscious as I was, as skinny as I was, there was no mistaking it: she wanted me. I didn’t know just how good it was going to feel to be wanted so badly. The way she looked at me, she looked as if I were the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, that just the mere sight of me made her barely able to keep control.
Something foreign clicked inside of me. I knew that I liked how she looked at me. Suddenly, everything my mother had been trying to get me to do, to dress sexier, to start enjoying my body more – all of it was meant to give me the opportunity to enjoy being desired. Not only was I okay with it, I luxuriated in it. I felt like I was bathing in her lust for me, and all I wanted to do was give in to that lust.
Tracy reached for the hem of my T-shirt and pulled upwards. Instinctively like I did as a little girl, I raised my hands obediently as she slipped it off of my torso. A heartbeat later, my bra was unclasped and dropped to the floor, along with the makeshift pads that comically tumbled out of the cups.
I felt slightly embarrassed, but her warm palm immediately came back up to my chest, and started tracing large circles around my breasts. I felt her fingers quickly pass over one nipple, then circle around my chest to the other, causing a quick sensation cycle of anticipation, glory, and disappointment as her hand passed over them.
Her hand paused for a moment and I looked at her, confused. Was something wrong?
She flashed a pearly white smile. “I’m so glad you kept yourself open for business,” she said.
I found her hand drop to my open fly. I had never bothered to zip it up after she left my room. Her fingers practically flew down my flat stomach, the tips tracing along the skin until it reached down below to where the waistband of my jeans would normally be. Having someone other than myself touching my “no go zone” made me jump involuntarily.
She stopped and looked at me, quizzically. “It tickles,” I said, trying to cover my reaction. It was true, too, as it did tickle, but I didn’t want her to know that I was nervous as well. If I complained, would she stop? I did not want her to stop.
She resumed her descent, and her grin broadened when she found no resistance from pesky underwear. “Oh, my,” Tracy said. “You’ve got a naughty streak.”
She was so close, now. All she needed was another inch or so…
She’s going to do it! Team Morality warned.
She’s going to do it! Team Shutupandfuckme screamed in excitement.
I stood frozen from indecision. I wanted to grab her hand and force it down into my jeans, hold her arm while I thrust my hips against her hand. I wanted to feel the heel of her hand press against my protruding mons and feel her cup my groin. I could anticipate the feeling of her entire hand covering the area of my pussy, her fingers sliding into those wet, slippery folds.
Why was she going so slowly?
Then, her fingernails deftly reached down until they felt their way to just above my clit. A near victory, until her hand got stuck inside the tight enclosure of my jeans. She gainfully tried to reach me, but she just wasn’t able to fit in any more of her hand. I pushed my hips forward and back in a feeble attempt to give her some purchase and finally grab my pussy.
Frustrated, my hands went to my sides to hook my thumbs into the waistband and pull them down. “No, wait,” she ordered, and I froze. “We’ve got time. There’s no rush.”
Speak for yourself! I thought. She withdrew her hand from my pants, and I felt a strange mixture of relief and agony. I was still anxious about being touched for the first time, and being touched by a woman at that, but I was also so turned on I could barely stand.
She started to walk around me, but never took the flat of her palm away from my tummy. I tried to turn to face her, but she took her other hand and kept me from turning around.
“Just stay there,” she said, and I did. Now I really wasn’t sure what to do with myself. Then I felt her hot breath on my neck, as she pulled my hair away from the side of my face. I felt a wobble in my knees.
“What…” I began, and I heard her kiss the nape of my neck. A shiver coursed through me, and I couldn’t remember what I was about to ask.
Her hands snaked around me, but never stopped moving. Her hands came up to my chest and briefly squeezed my nipples ( – yes!! – ) before continuing on. One came up to cradle my chin, the other moved down to the open zipper of my jeans. And then they moved even further.
I felt her breath, hot and moist, against the side of my face. “You are so beautiful,” I said, as she kissed my shoulder and up my neck. I felt the shape of her mouth change against my skin, and I could tell that she was smiling at the compliment.
“Thank you,” she said, softly. She nibbled on my earlobe. I had to fight to keep on my feet. Wait, my earlobe? How can my earlobe be sensitive?
“You are stunning, too,” she returned the compliment. I snorted in self-derision, despite myself. I felt her pull away, her hands leave me, and I panicked.
I blew it! I thought. Now I’ve done it!
I turned around to face her, to apologize, but caught her in the middle of taking off her neglige. As the fabric ascended, her perfect breasts fell into view. My mouth dropped open in sheer, absolute awe. I had never seen anything so beautiful on a human being in my life. I suddenly understood the urge for men to want to motorboat a woman’s tits. I just wanted to fall into those perfect breasts and never come out.
Tracy caught me staring at her chest, and she seemed to encourage my gawking. “Go ahead,” she said, pressing them together with a slight movement of her arms. “I like to be looked at.”
I must have been looking at her with that same desire that she had shown for me. Beyond the physical contact, I suddenly felt a stronger connection with her now, though it felt hard to define. We seemed to share something, an intimate part of ourselves, and now each of us knew it about the other.
It took a while to completely register, being distracted by her breasts, but she was now completely naked. Her lily white skin seemed almost porcelain, and my eyes were drawn to the incongruous narrow, shallow strip of fine red hair just above her pussy. It contrasted starkly with the porcelain delicate whiteness of her skin, and I was fascinated by it.
It didn’t even occur to me that I was reaching for another woman’s pussy until I actually brushed the fine strands with my fingertips and she gasped in excitement. Reflexively, I pulled my hand back as if shocked.
“I- I’m sorry!” I gasped.
“Oh sweetie,” she laughed, catching my wrist. “What do you think we’re here for?”
I tentatively reached out again, and touched the hair lightly. It was very fine, short, and perfectly shaped. I swallowed, realizing that I was touching another woman’s pubic area for the first time in my life, and I wasn’t disgusted by it. Wait, no. Disgusted isn’t the right word. Turned off? Hang on. No. I just…
Tracy took a step forward and pressed her mound into the heel of my palm – just like I had wanted her to do to me – and cupped my face in her hands. She kissed me passionately, and I found my hand simply stayed where it was as she moved, and now I was fully cupping her mons with the palm of my hand. All I had to do was curl my fingers and they would be inside of her pussy folds.
So, I curled my fingers.
Tracy was as wet as I had ever been, and the knowledge that I turned her on like this filled me with incredible satisfaction. I began to play with her, feel the strange and wondrous sensations of another woman’s physiology. It was the same, but very different. Her lips felt longer, somehow, and her clit seemed just a bit higher on her body than mine, and a bit bigger. It was all very curious. I mean, I knew that we were all different, don’t get me wrong. I’m not stupid.
But when you feel it for yourself, slide your fingers across someone else’s delicate parts, it really strikes home just how subtle the differences can be. I explored with my finger tips, gently at first, then tried to press deeper into her folds. I felt her push her hips even more against my hand, giving me encouragement as well as better access. “Yes,” she muttered, almost to herself.
I felt her flesh envelop my finger, almost as if her cleft was made for my digits. Her body felt more than just warm, it was almost tingly hot against my fingertips, and I tried to douse the heat by sliding them further into her body.
When my middle finger found her hole and prodded into it, I think it surprised both of us. She grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me deeply, while at the same time grinding her pelvis down onto my hand. My wrist was completely turned around from when I played with myself, and I found it awkward to keep it in that position. Even so, I was giving her pleasure, and I didn’t want to stop.
“You little minx,” she said. “You are full of surprises.”
I didn’t know exactly what she meant, but I felt a strange sense of pride. Whatever I had done, I apparently had done well. But what was it? I had only been curious and had been following my instincts.
She took me by the shoulders and turned me around again to face away from her, and started kissing my neck. “Let’s see,” she said in between kisses. “I think this is where we were.”
Now that she was behind me, I felt her bare breasts pushing into my back. She felt even warmer than before, and her nipples seemed to push into my skin as she wrapped her arms around me again.
“That felt nice,” she continued. “You’ve obviously done that before.”
I swallowed, only to find that my throat was dry. “No,” I said. “I mean, not with anyone else.”
“Really?” she sounded surprised. “You’re already a natural. I can’t wait for you to do it again.”
I blushed, the heat of my cheeks flowering across my face with pride. I started to turn around, but she kept me in place with her body. “Not yet,” she said, firmly. “I’ll let you do it again, soon, but first I need to finish what I started.”
Her hands ran across my torso again, and I became acutely aware of the uselessness of my hands and arms. I didn’t know what to do with them. Normally when I felt like that, I crossed them across my body in a protective pose, but she was completely inside my personal space, and they didn’t seem to have anywhere to go.
Her hands came around and over my shoulders, and went straight for my nipples. “Here we are,” she whispered, her voice throaty. “Just like this afternoon.”
I swallowed. I felt her hands pulling me back against her chest, and I found her shoulder with the back of my head. I allowed myself to sink into her, feel the soft cushions of her breasts compress against my slight weight. She had full access to my chest, now, and like everything she did, I didn’t want her to stop.
Blissfully, she stayed there, paying the utmost attention to my eager nipples. Electric charges went off in my chest, connected directly to my pussy. Instinctively, I moved a hand towards the open “V” of the jeans fly.
“Don’t touch yourself,” she ordered, and I froze once more. “Not yet, anyway. I want you ready for me.”
I didn’t know what she meant, but I nodded against her shoulder. “Okay,” I croaked. I definitely felt ready.
She sucked on my earlobe while she played with my chest, and I felt like I was about to short-circuit. In a mere matter of moments, my body felt like it was all connected, and every sensitive part was talking to every other part.
“I have a confession to make,” she whispered in my ear. “When we were in the bathroom earlier, I really liked your nipples when I saw them.”
I couldn’t help but smile a little. I knew it!
“And when I warmed up my hands to touch you, I didn’t want them to go down,” she continued. “I’d been staring at your nipples all day, and needed to feel them.”
Embarrassment flooded over me for my involuntary exhibitionism, but it was quickly replaced with a novel feeling of sexiness. I had made this gorgeous woman lust after me, without even trying!
“I think you like it when I touched you,” she stated as a matter of fact, rather than as a question.
“Yes,” I confirmed.
“Did you want me to keep going?” She flattened her palms against my chest and I felt her squeeze.
My words choked. “Oh god, yes,” I stuttered.
“If I had, what would you have wanted me to do?” she asked.
Fuck me, I didn’t know there was going to be a quiz! “I don’t know,” I said, truthfully. I hadn’t exactly played out the scenario in my head to its conclusion.
“Would you have let me suck on them?” she asked, pinching them slightly with her fingers, and then pulling on my earlobe with her lips.
I swear I thought I heard my pussy squish in excitement. “I don’t know,” I said again, and then instantly regretted the words. “I mean, yes, oh god, yes!”
Her fingers played with my nipples, caressing them. I had never felt them so alive, which is really saying something. Her touch was pure magic, and she seemed to read my mind about what I wanted without ever allowing myself to anticipate what she was going to do next.
She leaned in even closer, and whispered in my ear. “I would have, you know,” she said. “If you had asked me, I would have sucked your nipples until you came right there. I bet you can come just by having your nipples sucked.”
“I wouldn’t know,” I said, before I even thought about it. It was only after the words came out of my mouth that I understood that I had just issued her a challenge – a challenge that she was more than willing to accept.
I felt a hand slide down my stomach slowly, and I knew where it was headed. Her palm seemed to linger just on my navel, her fingernails tracing the area right around where the button would have been if it had been zipped up.
“You tummy is so flat,” she said. It was a statement of fact, and yet she seemed to inject an amount of wonder into it. “It is so sexy.”
My stomach had always been one of the reasons why I hated my body, in fact. I had always been skinny, no matter what. On the rare occasions that I allowed myself to really gaze at myself in the mirror, I thought that my flat stomach seemed to emphasize my lack of breasts.
It was silly (not to mention wrong, as I think I would have looked much worse if I had a belly and still had no tits to speak of), but it was one of the reasons why I felt I could never be sexy. All the porn girls seemed to have at least some softness around the middle.
When I didn’t say anything, her hand continued down into my jeans and I felt her fingers probing at the top of my slit. I inhaled sharply as I felt my clit brushed by her touch, and she pulled me against her tightly with her free hand on my chest.
“Shhh,” she said. “Quietly! Your father is a heavy sleeper, but he does wake up in the middle of the night from time to time.”
At that, Team Morality woke up. My eyes flew open, and I got a mental picture of my situation. My father’s girlfriend, a woman the same age (I think) as my mother, had her hands down my pants and my nipple between her fingers. Hell, I had felt her pussy as well!
I tried to straighten up, but I had apparently leaned too far back against Tracy, and didn’t have the leverage that I thought that I had. I think Tracy thought that I was trying to get more comfortable, though, as she shifted her weight a little to allow me to fall back even farther against her. Of course, that was the opposite direction that I had intended to go.
Her fingers, though, now had better access to my cunt. My jeans opened up as part of the change in position so that she could cup my mound with all four fingers, and her index finger hit its mark. In the salvo between Team Morality and Team Shutupandfuckme, Tracy’s finger just dropped a huge bomb in favor of the latter.
I wasn’t prepared for how good it was going to feel. I had touched myself zillions of times, had masturbated to orgasm and thought that I knew my body as good as was possible. I had no way of knowing just how wrong I was.
My pussy sucked her finger, trying to clench the tip with the ringed opening, grabbing at it the way that a baby calf may grab at its mother’s teat. Team Morality took a massive blow to morale, and beat a hasty retreat as I felt my body probed by Tracy’s wonderful administrations.
Of course, I thought weakly. She’s been in porn. She knows all of this stuff.
At the same time, her hand started playing with my nipple in the same rhythm. I couldn’t understand what she was doing, but it felt like she was sending messages back and forth between her two hands, using my pussy and my nipple to communicate. It was a masterful ping-pong effect, and I felt myself rising higher and higher very quickly.
“Yes,” she said, sensing my body’s reactions with complete accuracy. “This is what I wanted to do all afternoon. I wanted to make you come so much.”
Without realizing it, I had passed a point of no return. I felt like a wine glass beginning to resonate, her finger circling around the rim emitting a louder and louder note in my ears. I felt that she was going to shatter me into a million pieces.
“Come for me,” she ordered. It was a flat command, no emotion or inflection. A simple, clear, pointed directive. She told me to come, and I did.
My legs seemed to give out, and I couldn’t stand any more. I couldn’t fall down, either, because she was holding me up with her finger inside me. Dear god she’s holding me up by my pussy!
Her other arm held me up by keeping me pressed against her, as I simply rode out my orgasm. I stuffed the meat of my hand into my mouth (well, I guess I found a use for it after all), and whimpered uncontrollably. Somewhere in the back of my mind I became aware of the fact that I had just had my first orgasm, administered to me by someone else. The thought was, however, buried deep underneath all the crashing waves that were sending my body into convulsions.
Jesus Christ, was this what sex was all about? If so, more please!
In my head, Team Morality lifted its dejected head in anticipation of finally being able to take over, but Team Shutupandfuckme violently pushed it back down. I felt as if I had been repressing something for far too long, and it was time to unleash that beast.
My body hadn’t even finished coming down from its incredible high when I felt Tracy guiding me over to the bed, her hand still in my pants and her fingers still moving across my pussy lips. She placed me on the edge of the bed, and then lay me down. I finally got a chance to look at her face, and another aftershock hit me. My eyes involuntarily closed as I tried to cope with it, but not before I caught a strange look. Or thought I did. When I opened my eyes, bleary from exertion, I couldn’t see her very well.
I blinked a few times and saw that she was smiling at me with a very pleased look on her face. What was that other look? I tried to place it, but couldn’t. She had looked… I don’t know. It was a flat look, I think. As in, it read absolutely no emotion at all. But that’s not how she looked now, and she still had a look of uninterrupted lust.
Oh god, my guilty imagination is running away from me.
Team Morality agreed. Just you wait, it warned. You’ll regret this.
Team SUAFM didn’t care. I was in the middle of sexual liberation, and even if I had wanted to stop things, it was far, far too late. If I was going to be damned for this, I might as well make it worthwhile.
She started pulling at my jeans, and I heard her say something. “What?” I asked, only now realizing that she was no longer fingering me, both hands tugging at pulling the denim around my ass and hips.
“Take your jeans off,” she said, gently repeating herself. Once more, it was a simple declarative statement. I raised my hips and she helped me remove them as I wiggled my hips awkwardly back and forth.
And there I was, completely naked. She had already had her fingers inside me, already made me come, already taken my virginity (or did she? I mean, she penetrated me with her fingers and I came, so that counts, right? This is so confusing!), but I still felt extremely self-conscious. My skinny body lay out before her, waiting for her approval.
She stepped over to me while throwing my jeans to the floor, and leaned over to kiss me on the lips again. I reached for her, a sudden desperation for her acceptance. I wanted her to touch me, wanted her to tell me I was sexy again. Now that she could see me – all of me – I needed to hear it.
“I’m so proud of you,” she said, and I felt her hand rest on my stomach again. Her fingernails began tracing little circles around my navel, and it felt a different kind of ticklish. “It’s difficult to get comfortable enough to come like that.”
“You mean, for my first time?”
Her eyes widened a little. “Actually,” she clarified, “I meant standing up. That was your first time?”
I blushed, and slowly nodded.
A broad smile crossed her expression. “Well, then,” she said. “I’m even more proud of you.”
I looked down between us, and saw her breasts hanging just a bit lower than I had seen before. Her nipples were taut, but not as elongated as mine. I lifted my hand so that I could feel the weight of her breast, and she looked down to watch me. It felt soft, but heavy. It had weight in my hand, and I rubbed my thumb over her nipple just like I liked to do with my own chest.
I didn’t get the reaction I was expecting, however. She just sort of watched me play with her, a bemused smile on her lips. I frowned, feeling that I must have been doing something wrong. I tried redoubling my efforts, and she gently pulled my hand away from her. I looked up at her face in a panic.
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” she said. “Not every woman’s nipples are as sensitive as yours. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone whose tits are as sensitive as yours. You’re very, very lucky.”
“But,” I started, and then lost my nerve. She looked at me, waiting for me to finish. “Can I suck on them, at least?”
She didn’t answer, but instead leaned over the bed far enough for one of her dangling tits to fall into my lips. I felt the crinkly flesh brush my face, a new texture that I was completely unfamiliar with. My own nipples didn’t harden the same way, and I found myself sucking them as much out of fascination as arousal.
I felt them harden in my mouth, but they didn’t seem to jump like mine did when touched. I was thoroughly enjoying playing with her breasts, and wanted to keep going, but I was beginning to get the distinct impression that what I was doing really wasn’t having much of an effect on her.
She stood up, then, and looked at me again. Once again, she had a strange look that flashed across her face as she looked at me. I started to wonder what was going through her head.
“Did I do it wrong?” I asked, worried. “I mean, I can try again, if -”
She looked back at me, and shook her head with a smile. “Oh, no, baby,” she cooed. I felt a little better as she ran her hands up my thigh. “Don’t you worry. You’ll make me come, believe me.”
She climbed on top of me, and ran her hands across my torso again. Her weight on my hips felt nice, but the skin-on-skin contact was distracting since it was so unusual. I had a naked woman lying on top of me, and wherever we touched I felt hypersensitive. It was all overwhelming, and yet I still wanted more. She traced her hands up and down my body, and once again pure lust covered her features. There was no doubt about it – she was extremely turned on.
All of this was confusing to me, because I thought my own sexual emotions were quite rational and reasonable. I guess I had thought that whenever I had a sexual partner, I’d be able to read him just as easily as he would read me. But this was a woman, not a man – were the rules supposed to be all that different?
It’s a woman’s prerogative to keep her lovers guessing, I heard my mother’s voice echo back to me from some past conversation. Was Tracy keeping me guessing? Using her “woman’s prerogative” to her advantage?
“I’m going to lick you until you come all over my face,” she said.
So much for keeping me guessing.
The way that she said it wasn’t exactly like a business transaction, but it did seem a bit more straightforward than what I had been expecting. Then again, what had I been expecting? Romance? Love? This was a one-night stand, wasn’t it? Just what kind of conversation did I think was going to happen, precisely?
“Okay,” I said, unsure of how else to respond.
I suppose she had only been waiting for my acknowledgement, rather than my permission. She began to scoot herself down the bed, and I felt her breasts tracing down my torso as she came down to kiss me.
Normally, after an orgasm, I find myself with clarity of thought. The cloud of sexual tension passes, and I’m able to let my mind get back to work. With Tracy kissing me, though, my body was still set to “high simmer,” and once again I was suffering from the strange “yes/no” conundrum about what I wanted her to do.
Her fingers came to play with my nipples, hard and erect as they always were. Feeling her mouth on mine, her tongue slip across my tongue, while feeling the strong buzzing of my chest at the same time – it made it very difficult to think. Now that there was no question about what it was that she was doing, my mind fought for just a moment when it could prepare me.
I never thought that my first time was going to be with a woman. I had never felt attracted to women before that dream I had only a few days before. And that had been Tracy, too. Did this mean anything?
Tracy moved her mouth down my neck, her hot breath flushing against my skin. I whimpered, encouraging her to go on. I knew where she was going, and my nipples were begging for it. In a few seconds one of those lucky little bastards was going to be in her mouth, an experience I had been desperate for. Finally, they seemed to scream. Don’t you dare fuck this up for us, Shannon!
I was surprised at my own acquiescence, my own willingness. I was the shy girl, dammit! Who was this person that I had become?
Tracy’s hand rested on my inner thigh, just inches away from my pussy, and my attention zeroed in on the sensation. She shifted her weight and, instinctively, I opened my other thigh to give her straight access to my pussy (pun intended). To my surprise, she didn’t take the opportunity.
Come on… I’m wide open for you!
Tracy flicked her tongue at my nipple, teasing taps with the tip that barely whetted the appetite. At the same time, I felt her squeeze my thigh with her hand, the movement having a chain reaction and forcing my pussy lips to move against each other. It was enough to ratchet up my arousal, but nowhere near enough to give me satisfaction.
Her teasing grew more playful, but I really was more in the mood to feel the same kind of sexual intensity as I did with her fingers earlier. I felt impatient, and pulled her head to my chest.
“One day you’ll have to learn how to appreciate the foreplay,” she said. She chuckled, but nevertheless finally gave me what I wanted.
Her lips and tongue encircled my nipple, and I finally felt the anticipation meet its satisfaction. In truth, it was better than I ever imagined. As much as I had fantasized and wanted this to happen, my expectations had fallen far short of the glory that I was experiencing under her expert attention.
All my life, my sensitive nipples had been a source of embarrassment to me, demanding attention at the worst possible moments, but always promising great rewards if I only gave them the proper due. My masturbation sessions always included them, of course. I knew that if I ever took a lover he would let me finally release years of stress and tension those damn nipples had been under.
So I never thought the “he” would be a “she,” but it didn’t change the fact that my nipples were in heaven.
That’s when it hit me. I didn’t just want this, I needed this. I had been waiting for too long, holding back because I was convinced that I wasn’t sexy, that no one would want me. I had been patient, I had been a good girl, and what had it gotten me? It got me bullied, that’s what. It got me humiliated. With everything Simone had done over the past week or so, she had me convinced that I was a pervert and that the only person who would ever want to touch me, was me.
She will own you.
Right now, though, it was Tracy who “owned” me, and I wanted to give every piece of myself to her.
Looks like you’ve been out-bid, Simone, a sarcastic inner voice spat in triumph.
Tracy’s mouth continued to work its magic, and I felt her hand slide up to my pussy. As her fingers ran across my lips and clit, bringing me to a shudder, my mind short circuited for a few moments. Instinctively, I began rocking my hips against her hand, encouraging her to enter me once more.
“Please,” I heard myself whisper.
Tracy’s eyes met mine, but she didn’t stop sucking on my nipple. I indicated my other nipple with a glance, the hint unmistakeable. I rotated a little so that she had access to the nipple, and she took it in her mouth without a word. I could feel her frame shift across my body, and her bare chest fell across my stomach. The extra weight was both expected and unexpected, the smell of her hair filled my nostrils, and I could still taste the sweat from nipples on my tongue.
I thought my senses were on overload, until I felt her fingers probing at my cunt again. My hips raised up to push against her hand, and pulled her head tighter against my chest.
“Let me know if I suck too hard,” she said, lifting her mouth from my body. “Sometimes I can get carried away.”
With that, she started sucking my nipple and it felt like it might be ripped completely off my chest. At the same time, her fingers started wiggling inside me, and I felt like she was taking over my entire body. She had me pinned, with my most sensitive sexual organs being stimulated beyond my control. I began to imagine myself as being captured, held prisoner, and forced to endure the most pleasurable sexual experience of my life.
I loved it. I wanted her to pin me down, lock me in so that I couldn’t move. I wanted her to take me, force me to come for her. And I wanted to do that. Come for her, let her know how much I loved what she was doing.
My nipple flourished in her mouth, expanding her repertoire of mature sensations (since when did I think of my nipple as a ‘her’?). I could have tried all my life to touch myself in new and interesting ways, and never gotten to the level of glory that Tracy was doing for me.
Tracy turned her hand a little, and then began stroking the front wall of my pussy, and my eyes shot open. Her body was blocking my vision, so I had no idea what she was doing, but suddenly I had the urge to pee. At the same time, I felt the progress bar on my orgasm surge forward to the Maximum Thrill Line. Was that my “G-spot?”
“Oh god, don’t stop,” I panted. Thankfully, she didn’t. Instead she sucked on my nipple even harder. You’re going to get one hell of a hickey. Don’t stop, for the love of Christ, don’t stop! Don’t stop, Redd, don’t stop! Whatever you do, please don’t stop!
“Shhh!” she warned, and then sucked on my nipple some more. My head was reeling. Did I just say that out loud? I looked over at the bedroom door, almost expecting it to open and my father standing there. It remained closed, but both of us froze, waiting to see if I had actually woken my father.
Her fingers remained stock still in my cunt, even when I propped myself onto my elbows and held my breath in horrific anticipation of being caught. If my father had come in, we would have missed the opportunity to disengage. I don’t think either one of us wanted her to extract her hand from my pussy for fear it might put an end to our encounter entirely.
The moment had gone, though, and my orgasm began to retreat. After a minute where neither of us moved, it felt like the coast was clear. My pussy impulsively contracted around her fingers, and she began moving them inside me once more.
After a moment, Tracy began to shuffle down the bed until she was now squarely between my legs, and was staring at my still-swollen, puffy, sopping wet pussy. I felt extremely self conscious, but then I saw her looking at it with wonder and awe.
“You have the most gorgeous pussy,” she said, trying to ease my concerns. She ran her fingers through my lips, causing my hips to shudder and jerk in response. “It’s so adorable! I could just lick you right up!”
I swallowed hard. Her face was so close that I could feel the moist, hot breath against my inner thigh. Her fingers continued to move back and forth, sliding through my labia (I guess that stupid health class was good for something after all, since I now knew what to call that place that she was touching… me-e-e-e…)
“Do you think you can stay quiet?” she asked, smiling.
I nodded, not confident that I could speak at a reasonable volume.
“Good,” she said, feeling my pussy lips slide in-between her fingers. “Because I want you to take all that energy, all that passion, and focus it on coming all over my mouth.”
“Oh god,” I croaked. I guess I could say something without screaming it after all.
“Just remember,” she warned. “If you get too loud, I’m going to have to stop.”
She pulled her hand away for emphasis. I looked at her in a panic. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?” she challenged. I shook my head. No fucking way!
“That’s good,” she purred. I felt her hand cover my mound once more. She had a look on her face of pure bliss, of a woman who knew she was going to enjoy what she was about to do almost as much as I was.
My engine revving once more, I lay back down on the bed but kept my eyes glued to the scene unfolding between my legs. Heh. “Unfolding.” Tracy has completely unfolded me!
I lost my train of thought as her hand had twisted, palm up, and a finger began probing at my entrance once more. It was the same as before, and yet different. I watched from the most surreal perspective, my body now seeming like it belonged to someone else. My mind flashed to those Point-of-View videos, and suddenly had a hard time reconciling the fact that I wasn’t just watching porn.
She’s got her finger inside you, you idiot! Of course it’s not a porno!
Tonight was a night of firsts. Had it only been the fact that she had touched my breasts in the bathroom, I’d have had weeks of masturbation material. It was the first time that I had ever seen a man’s cock, let alone my father’s cock. It was the first time I’d been a voyeur while other people were having sex. It was the first time I’d kissed a woman. It was the first time I’d ever let one give me an orgasm. And now I was going to have another first – having someone go down on me. And it was going to be a woman.
None of these things would have been in my wildest dreams this morning. I could only guess that this was my way of coping, to compare it to the only sex I knew – porn.
It was all happening too fast. Way too fast. Bt it was like trying to stop a freight train while being tied to the tracks. No, that’s not a great metaphor, because I also wanted this to happen. I wanted to lose my virginity, wanted to get the relief from the agonizing horniness I’ve had for so long.
I stared at Tracy’s face as she peered back at me, framed by the “V” shape of my spread legs. She was so close to me that I could actually feel her lips gently brushing against me. Or was she? It was so subtle, I couldn’t tell if it was my imagination. I squirmed, clenching my ass cheeks in a desperate, misguided attempt to reach her.
She was so incredibly beautiful. The girl next door, all grown up into the person who was, quite literally, the woman of my dreams. I had shocked myself with my first-ever lesbian sex dream, and here she was, actually spreading my pussy with her fingers. If it weren’t for the fact that I was so wired from the day’s activities, I would have wondered if I was dreaming again.
I was mesmerized by her. She had been a porn star, for crying out loud. The subject of many men’s (and women’s apparently) fantasies. She could have anyone that she wanted, and here she was about to go down on me.
Without warning, I was hit with an incredible feeling of self-conscious anxiety. Was I too wet? Oh god, did I smell?
My heart rate quickened, and not because of the sex. Suddenly I felt a need to apologize, but for what I had no idea. My imperfections, certainly, but maybe not living up to expectations? But what kind of expectations could she have of me, having just met me? Maybe she expected me to simply enjoy what she was doing.
When her tongue reached out and lapped at me, I nearly went through the roof. I put the meat of my hand into my mouth to stop from screaming.
Don’t scream – she’s going to stop! Don’t scream!
I won’t say that all my self-conscious mental ramblings went away, because they didn’t. They were, however, violently wrenched from my consciousness as the most pleasurable experience I ever had completely engulfed my entire being.
She was good. No, that’s not quite fair, she was amazing. As she licked me, probed me, kissed me, I felt a warm feeling start to spread out from inside my body that wasn’t sexual. I looked back down at her and watched her close her eyes as she ate me out. She was really into it. I double-checked my mental recorder to observe and memorize everything she did. I wanted to do the same to her. I wanted to be special to her, like she was becoming to me. I wanted to give her the best orgasm she’d ever had.
I wanted to do that for her, because I knew – I knew – she was going to do that for me in a few moments time.
But how could I possibly be worthy? Once again, I realized that she had a lifetime of experience, where I had none. I watched her get fucked within an inch of her life, not even an hour ago, and I thought I could beat that?
Still, I wanted to make her feel like she was making me feel. There had to be some way of giving her the same thing. If there was only a way that we could share what I was feeling; I had to try.
“I want you to come, but don’t come yet,” she said, her voice breaking into my inner monologue.
“O-okay,” I said, but my response was simply a mumble. Apparently when one set of lips was being fondled, the other set didn’t work so well.
“Tell me, sweetie,” she said, grinning. Her chin was shiny with my fluids. It looked raw and dirty, and I loved it. “Do you have a vibrator, or dildo, or something?”
Reflexively, and without intending to, my eyes flicked to my backpack. Unintentionally I had just revealed my biggest secret. I looked back at her quickly, hoping that she didn’t notice.
Of course she noticed.
She slid off the bed, and went over to my backpack. “Wait!” I cried, trying to reach for her and prevent her from opening the bag, but my legs were jelly and never budged from their spread-eagle position. I heard the zip of the bag, and a huge grin broke out over her face.
“Oh my!” she cooed. “Now this is impressive!”
She pulled out my dildo – I mean, the dildo. She had to know what it was. It looked exactly like what she had stuffed in her mouth and her cunt only a few minutes before. There was absolutely no mistaking it.
Her face revealed nothing of the kind, however. She simply hefted it in her hands to get the weight, and looked at me with a huge smile.
“You can take this?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. I wanted to die. I closed my legs and started to reflexively curl up into a fetal position. “I’ve never used it.”
“Well, then,” she said, coming back to the bed. “You obviously brought it here for a reason.”
I wanted to tell her that it was an accident, that it was only in my bag because I didn’t want my mother to find it. But then I remembered how I had rubbed myself with it in the car, and how I had managed to get the head in my mouth in the shower. I realized, then, that even though I had told the truth about fucking myself with it, I was lying in the spirit of the question.
Before I knew it, she was back at the foot of the bed, gently pushing my knees apart. Reluctantly, I rolled back into position and allowed my legs to spread once more.
“That’s it, sweetie,” Tracy said.
“I don’t know,” I said, worried. “I don’t think I can take that.”
“Well, you’ll never know if you don’t try,” Tracy said, winking at me as she got back to where she was. “Don’t worry, baby. I promise not to hurt you.”
Her eyes looked soft and sincere. I felt like I could lose myself in them. There was a hint of a smile in them, but also a warmth. A calmness started to spread as I realized that I could trust her. Slowly, I reached down with my hand and brushed her red hair from her face so that I could see her better. I was on autopilot, and I ran my fingers through her hair with true affection. As I did, I began to pull her face closer to my pussy.
She obliged, and began licking me once more. Again, her fingers probed me, feeling my insides. Even though she had fingered me before, it was still strange to feel something inside me, moving. She was fucking me with her fingers, sucking me with her tongue, and I was loving the sensations even as I struggled against my own emotional insecurities.
Any second-guessing evaporated from my mind the moment I felt pressure at my opening. Every sensation in my body disappeared with the exception of what she was doing to my pussy. All at once, the weight of what was happening hit me. It was too surreal to be fathomable.
I was losing my virginity. To a woman. Not just any woman, of course. It just happened to be my father’s girlfriend who was about to fuck me with a replica of my father’s dick.
It was impossible to understand what was right and what was wrong any more. The pressure at my cunt increased slightly, and I felt my body opening up a little in response. Tracy didn’t try to jam it inside me, thank god, but she pulsed it against me while licking me.
“Don’t come,” she said again, but I was stuck too far in the back corner of my mind’s prison cell to do that. I contemplated asking her to stop, if only to get my bearings. I was confused, and didn’t really know how to process the significance of what was happening to me.
The pressure increased some more, and I felt the stretching of my skin begin to signal the beginnings of pain, but then it would withdraw and I was left with that “good stretch” feeling.
If only Simone could see me now, came the thought out of nowhere.
I opened my eyes – I wasn’t even aware that I had closed them – and watched Tracy. Right now, she owned me. She had me in every possible way, and as I watched her complete devotion to my body and to my pleasure, I felt like I was doing her a disservice by not even trying to give this a chance.
She caught me looking at her, and she looked up long enough to say, “It gets easier every time.”
I wasn’t sure if she was talking about taking the huge dildo, or having sex. Either way, I had no basis for comparison and had to trust her.
Trust her. I had a wacky view of myself from outside my body, and felt ashamed of myself. If I hadn’t trusted her, would I be in this situation?
I felt a bigger push this time, and now I felt… full. I drew in my breath as a gasp, and reached for something to hold on to.
Tracy’s fingers began to run over my stomach, occasionally sliding across my clit. “Breathe, baby,” she said. “Does it hurt?”
“N-no,” I stammered. “So… so full!”
“Well, that’s because you got the head inside you,” Tracy said, proudly.
I looked down between my legs. She had moved aside far enough for me to see the remainder of the dildo hanging outside my body. It was a lewd sight, my father’s cock head buried in my pussy, and the rest of him just waiting to plow into me.
I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t mean to think of it that way. In a very real sense, it wasn’t true – it was just a toy, with no actual significance other than the fact that it was a silicone toy made for pleasuring women. I added all of the incestuous thoughts.
And I loved it.
Team Shutupandfuck me had grown more powerful, more resourceful. It had gathered forces from every perverted corner of my psyche that cowered from insecurity. Out of nowhere I felt a surge of resolve, of a confession. I didn’t have to be ‘good’ all the time. I could be a bad girl, and like it. My mind, my fantasies, and my libido shouldn’t be a prison, and I felt like I had just opened up my cage towards freedom. I allowed my sexual liberty to sing a cry of defiance, and suddenly I didn’t care. Maybe it was the hormones talking, perhaps it was that I was intoxicated by lust and the overwhelming sexual power of my own body, but I embraced my depravity in pure rebellion.
My legs began to shake, and my stomach turned into knots. I went from “I don’t think I’m going to come again tonight” to here it fucking comes! in about three heartbeats.
My back arched, and I could almost hear Tracy telling me to trust her, let her take me there. Let it go, and I very much wanted to do that.
“Don’t come!” she warned, her voice cross and tense. The strictness of her tone caught me by surprise, a start contrast of the caring and comforting soothing notes from before. My rebelliousness met an unstoppable force, and I submitted to it in all humility.
It was a shock to my system. I was able to hold off, but just barely.
Tracy brought my hand to the dildo shaft. “Hold this,” she said.
I grabbed it, and felt the girth once more. I couldn’t get my hand around it, but I had enough purchase to begin moving it in and out in the same rhythm. I relished the feeling of being so full, so complete. With each pulsing movement, my mind began to refocus on the sensations, and the remnants of my new found attitude felt alive and well.
As I began to fuck myself with the cock, I felt more and more in control. I had denied myself this ever since I saw it for the first time in my bedroom, and jesus fucking christ what had I been missing?
Tracy stood up, and then climbed over me and straddled my face. I knew this moment was coming, and in some strange way, I felt prepared for it. I should have been nervous, or anxious, or disturbed by being this close to a woman’s pussy, but this was my chance to show Tracy how good I could be.
I felt her fingers go through my hair as she stared down at me through the valley of her breasts. I couldn’t see her face very well, but then again I was completely enthralled by her pussy which was coming closer, closer.
She held my head still with her hands, and I felt her force my attention back up to her face. Her eyes were very serious, but the tone of her voice was once again friendly, seductive.
“I told you that you were going to make me come,” she said. “And when you do, then you can come. You can fuck yourself as much as you want with that dildo, but you must wait for me to come before you do. Do you understand?”
But… but… you promised that I could come on your face!
Immediately, I felt a profound sense of shame for my ingratitude. Sure, she had teased me with the promise of riding her tongue to another orgasm, but did she owe it to me? Did I deserve this disappointment for feeling so entitled?
So instead, I nodded without saying a word. She smiled in satisfaction, and then pulled my face into her pussy.
I had no idea what to do. I never really watched lesbian porn (I’m straight, after all. Right?), so I couldn’t use that as a frame of reference. Most of the straight porn where the guy goes down on the girl didn’t look like it would work well in real life, so even that was no help.
I stuck out my tongue to taste her, and I felt her hand in my hair tighten. With my tongue out, she started to guide my head where she wanted me to be. I tried to lick and suck on anything I could reach, and she would move her hips in the right direction until I “found” what she wanted me to do. Once I understood what she was doing, I just kept on trying to do it.
Apparently, I must have been doing something right, because she began to grind down on my face.
“That’s it, Shannon,” she said, and I realized it was the first time she had used my name since she came into my room. “Right there.”
The sound of my name struck home. It forced me to focus on her, bringing me straight into the moment. Her moment.
I attacked her pussy with, well, more of the same. Her hands in my hair kept me exactly where she wanted them, and I didn’t really mind. I felt a strong desire to please her, and this seemed to be working.
“Keep fucking yourself,” she ordered. I had been so focused on her, that I had actually forgotten the cock inside my pussy! I began to slide it back and forth, which seemed a lot easier now. My body began to hum in reaction.
“That’s it,” she said, looking back. “Do that. Keep fucking yourself with your father’s cock.”
My eyes flew open. I looked up at her in horror. She knew!
She recognized the look in my eyes, and tried to soothe me. “Oh, baby, it’s okay,” she purred. She started rocking her hips back and forth a little, fucking my face gently, but firmly. “I knew you loved looking at your father’s monster dick tonight.”
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. All I could do was stare back at her. “Didn’t you?” she prompted, wanting me to confess. I nodded, once.
She pushed a little harder against my face. “I’ve known your father for a long time,” she said. “Did you really think that I wouldn’t recognize it when I pulled that massive cock from your bag?”
I closed my eyes in shame. She tightened her grip in my hair, and I looked up at her again. “Tsk, tsk,” she said. “Of course I recognized it. And all it did was confirm what I already knew.”
She was confusing me. Her voice sounded soft, comforting, but the words that she used seemed harsh. “Oh, Shannon, you poor thing,” she continued. “Wanting something that you can’t have. Believe me, I know the feeling.” Her hips began rocking a bit more insistently against my face. I felt her fingers loosen, only to get a better grip.
“At least you have a good substitute,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. I was fucking myself with the dildo in rhythm of Tracy’s hips. “Not everyone can have that. You should be careful, though. It can get addictive.”
She flipped her hair so that she could get a clear view of me licking her. I could imagine that she could only see my eyes and the bridge of my nose from that viewpoint, but her direct line-of-sight between her eyes and mine made for a strong enough connection.
“Trust me,” she said, breathily. “Once you get used to it, nothing else ever feels the same.”
She was really grinding against my face now, her hips making more pronounced circular motions as she used my face. Her arousal was contagious, and I felt my own crest rising in my internal ocean. This one was going to be a tidal wave, and there was no way I could stop it this time.
“You poor baby,” she continued. “All of this sexuality, bottled up inside for so long with nowhere to go. All of your… secrets.”
I stopped for the briefest of moments, but felt her hand tightening in my hair and redirecting my ministrations back to her clit.
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” she said, her voice catching. “They’re safe with me. I’ve got a few of my own. You and I, we have a lot in common.”
The relief washed over me, and I began fucking myself even harder with the dildo. I felt myself becoming more and more stretched, more filled up. Just a bit more… more…
“So, this is my gift to you,” Tracy said, panting. Her body was starting to stiffen, and from my own experience I could tell she was extremely close.
Tracy swore, and then began face fucking me, grabbing frantically at my hair and pulling my head into her pussy with both hands. I matched her movements to the best of my ability with the dildo, pulling it in as far as my body would let me. I felt so incredibly full, so intensely fucked. My god, it was better than anything I had ever dreamed of, and knew that touching myself from now on wasn’t going to come close any more.
With the rushing in my ears (or perhaps it was just her thighs blocking my hearing), and the pounding in my pussy, I wasn’t sure I heard her right. Gift? What gift?
“You can’t have him,” she said, her words coming in shallow, staccato breaths. “He’s mine, but I’ll give you my pussy that he fucked tonight. I’ll let you taste him now, just this one time.”
It all seemed to happen at once. I can’t say what the sequence was, as it all flooded over me in waves. I don’t know why I hadn’t realized it before, but now it was front and center – so to speak – and inescapable. My father had fucked her, had come inside her. I realized with almost a detached fascination that I could very well be tasting my father’s sperm and ejaculate. She may have showered, but…
The truth then hit me like a ton of bricks.
She hadn’t washed her pussy, I realized. The turbulence of that awareness was incalculable. I locked eyes with her, and as she watched the realization dawn on me, the full impact of my situation, she came. She held my head against her cunt, grinding against me, fucking my face, making sure that I was exactly where I needed to be.
I moaned. I don’t know if it was out of pleasure, horror, or the fact that my orgasm exploded in one final, incandescent fireball in my body. At that point in time, everything in me collided in a sexual frenzy. She may have been holding my head steady, but I sucked on her clit as hard as I dared, and her legs absolutely vibrated against my cheeks.
It was impossible to stop myself. I knew I should have been revolted, should have panicked. I had been licking my father’s come from her hot furnace this whole time, and still I couldn’t tear myself away. If anything, I drove onward with even more enthusiasm.
This raw, unadulterated perversion grabbed the last remaining vestiges of the good girl and ripped it from me. It got Tracy off, and in turn that was getting me off. It was all so… so wrong, and yet I couldn’t force myself to stop what I was doing.
“Oh, you’re a dirty, dirty girl,” she whispered, her voice gravely and tight. She sounded like she was trying to find words to replace the scream that would have come out otherwise. “Just like me.”
At that, my entire body felt pushed. I couldn’t hear. I couldn’t breathe. I pulled the dildo as far as I could take it, just one extra inch of pleasure, keeping the lower part of my body locked in place as well. Everything around me was sex, lust, perversion, climax, and glory. I was being ridden, pinned to the bed to be forced to take all of it, and my excitement reveled in the act.
I felt like my body was finally being tapped to its full potential, a sexual demon unleashed. The shy, loner, lonely girl was no longer alone – she now had loosed a second side that had been imprisoned for too long.
It loved the power it seemed to bring. The wanton carefree lust of a being unconstrained by petty morality or ethics. It was a monster with teeth, and it had escaped. I suckled her clit, ravaged her lips with my tongue, all the while gritting my teeth as my head began to throb. I felt a “click” in my head, and I just simply didn’t care any more.
This… this was what I had been denying myself ever since I saw the video. This was what I feared might be inside me. Now that it was here, now that it was stretching it’s body, spreading its wings, it felt good.
She will own you, Mr. Rawlins’ voice echoed softer now.
Bullshit, I thought in defiance. I own me.
My hearing suddenly whooshed, as if all the air was being sucked out of the room. I felt my peripheral awareness collapse, and struggled to stay conscious. I kissed her clit one last time, and passed out.