tagNovels and NovellasRaven and River Hawk Dream Catcher Pt. 05

Raven and River Hawk Dream Catcher Pt. 05

bySatin and Lace©

Raven half fell, half jumped from Ghost landing upon her knee's. Bowing as to have her breasts rest on the floor of the mountain. She raised her voice in praise. She released the adrenaline coursing through her body. She sang in a native tongue inhaling and exhaling so her lungs felt like they would burst. Ghost stood still witnessing his mistress in the glorious light. Shining down only on her, the brightness caused Ghost to look away.

Getting up on her bent knee's she raised her arms towards the almighty one. Lost in her worship she lost awareness of her surroundings. Raven's eyes closed, she listened for the communications. Conversing through the mind. Words were not needed, her spiritual father was speaking. She felt the tender words bathing her weary body and mind. She was told she pleased him immensely.

All her senses were nourished, she slowly stood up. Looking for Ghost she found him resting his eyes. Walking towards him with long graceful strides, she pulled his face to hers.

"Oh my dear friend, you did us well. You shall be so happy for your remaining days."

Raven mounted him effortlessly, guiding him to the thunderous sound of the water fall. Making each step to their reality come rushing towards them. Raven was breathless with anticipation, allowing her mind to think of the pool of blue washing over her tired body. Coming to the mouth of the mountain they stopped in awe of the natural wonder of the rushing water.

The light spray coming from the overflow dampened her face. She was radiantly beautiful in an ethereal way. Her flowing hair came cascading down as she loosened the braids. Framing her beauty in a moment of time. Peeling her winter clothing she had to jump down to pull off her leggings along with her moccasins. Leaving her nubile body in a skin tight leather halter, short skirt. legs that went on forever carried her with a grace. Her breasts were fighting to free themselves of the binding. Her petite waist was every man's dream, wet dream of course. Flattened stomach, rounded hips full. Velvet to the touch skin with a scent of musk.

All that was her physical being, it was the tenderness of her eyes. Her eyes were never forgotten once you looked into them. The arched fullness of her bowed shape lips, begged for caressing kisses. Something she knew nothing about. She wasn't aware of the beauty of her fine tuned body. How it affected the male species.

Coming down the mountain Raven could see her new home stretched before her. Hearing the village alive with life made her smile. Women were cooking, washing, children were laughing. Raven threw her long hair behind her lowering herself down to Ghost's ear.

"Come on let's waste no more time. Welcome home Ghost." She whispered in his ear.

He went into a flight mode making the distance melt away. Getting in the inner circle she looked towards the Chief's tent. Wondering to herself if he was around. As one woman came up to her holding onto a small male child by the hand. Raven was brought to her attention.

"The men are hunting. Should be back soon." Her voice was soft.

As she finished her sentence, the little boy broke loose. It wasn't until Raven and the young woman heard the thunder of hoofs. That they became aware of the little boy's plight. He was like a deer caught in headlights silently screaming as the buffalo came towards him. Like a freight train without brakes.

"Lil bear my baby. My baby! Help my baby!" the young mother screamed as she ran towards the inevitable accident.

Raven had taken it all in noting that nothing could save him. She withdrew the arrow from her quiver. Aiming for the heart she stretched the bow. The arrow shot out so quickly it was but a blur. Dirt was flying making it hard to see the little boy. His mother was going to try and make the buffalo change directions. Willing to throw herself as the target saving her son. Raven listened to the wind made from her arrow aiming at the animal. Hearing the arrow hit the toughened skin, Raven jumped off Ghost.

When the dust died down, there was the buffalo on his front knee's. The arrow hit his heart stopping him like a train hitting a cement wall. The little boy was lying silently in his mother's arms. She was rocking his little body, kissing him. That's when Raven saw the blood from the little boy's head wound. She ran towards the mother reaching touching his crown.

Raven's hand touched him so tenderly. Closing her eyes she called for her spiritual side to take over. Stroking his black hair her hand brushed the bleeding wound. Her finger traced the gash. As she went down the tear, the tear closed. The bleeding immediately ceased. The mother's tears froze on her wet face. Lil' bear's eyes opened instantly crying out.

"Momma" he whispered before his mother crushed him into her breasts.

The women had gathered making a circle. Gasps were heard as they watched the powerful healing. Suddenly the sound of horses made them break the circle as the chief rode majestic on his steed. In a flash of an eye he saw what could have happened. Looking at the faces his eyes fell upon Raven's closed eyes. The rest of the men went towards the dead buffalo. Ripping him apart with knives.

"Raven come to my tent." Ordered Chief Eagles fly.

Raven's eyes opened at the mere mention of her name. Standing up she walked towards the Chief's tent. Standing just outside the tent she stood waiting for him to acknowledge her presence.

"Raven enter. You saved my firstborn grandson. I am indebted to you. My grandson Bear lost his mother at childbirth. My son has done his best. Shante doe eyes takes care of him very well for us. I have sent for my son. He will also be indebted to you." Chief Eagle fell silent, eyeing Raven.

"I only did what any person would do. The child was in danger. I am pleased to be the vessel for which I were used to save him." Raven bowed to Chief Eagle.

"Father, I came as quickly as I heard the news." River Hawk came racing into the tent.

He almost stumbled over Raven's body. Grabbing her waist, he steady them both. Raven's body was touched as though electricity had soared to her depth. She was brought to her full height, just at his shoulders. There eyes met, instantly Raven felt the flushed feeling of knowing him. She knew she had never been formally introduced she couldn't have. His chocolate colored eyes were pulling her into his essence. His hair was braided to his waist. Fine chiseled features made him breath with a large muscular chest that heaved outward and inward..

His hands were hands of a good soul. A man with nothing to fear. Well, until he crossed paths with this beautiful creature. The chief watched these seconds and smiled River Hawk was for the first time smitten with another woman. It had been to long for his son not to be happily married. His laughter died with his wife. Watching them he knew they would bond. He wanted them together. Chief Eagle always got what he wanted.

"We shall celebrate tonight. The miracle of Bear, our successful hunting trip. River Hawk take Raven around and show her new home to her." Chief said with a finality.

Raven gave no reluctance as River Hawk showed her the door. Walking shoulder to shoulder he walked in long strides. Raven's long strides kept them even, as he showed her the land. Accidentally their arms brushed one another, Raven felt a gasp almost escape her lips. River Hawk found this woman intriguing.

His hand held hers as they climbed the hills. Stretching his hands outwards he showed her of the land they owned. Fields of wild flowers. Fields of maize. Wheat swaying with the gentle winds. Dancing the dance of harvest close at hand.

"River Hawk it's grand so beautiful." Raven said coyly.

"Raven, it's yours now too. I want to give you everything you saved my son.' River Hawk said sincerely. 'Thank you, I can never repay you." He pulled her to him.

He bent down to kiss her lips of cherries. She leaned into his body melting hers with him. They lingered before actually lips touching. Looking deep into one another's eyes. Willing the other to kiss first. Raven was sure River Hawk was aware of her heart pounding. She felt his body stiffen. His arms encircling her into his hard body.They stood in a moment in time, the sun setting. The breeze blowing her hair so as to cover them both. Passions igniting. Then the kiss, the passionate kiss of new lovers. Promising much pure to the touch. Intense, unpredictably gentle. Their lips burning River Hawk forced her lips to part. His tongue entered her mouth to do the dance of power, he won.

As their lips parted they gently pulled one another's lips allowing them to feel the other's desires. The kiss felt like it lasted for three days. A long slow lingering, promise of passionate moments ahead of them. Raven caved into his body as he took her to a private place under a weeping willow. Nestled under it was a grassy patch. They would be out of the eyes of others. River Hawk wanted her deep from within. He sensed she was a virgin, he knew he would have to be tender. His body would have to wait for the fiery desires, as he brought her to her desires.

He slowly sat down pulling her onto his body. She was trembling, anxious, wanting with passions yet never felt. River Hawk felt powerful, yet knowing his movements would be forever remembered by them both. This of course wasn't his first time. It was his first with her. He pulled her face to his, cradling it in his magnificent hands.

"Raven, I want you." He declared his nostrils flaring.

Raven looked away suddenly embarrassed by her own virginity. River Hawk wanted a woman. Her worries came to her mind. She bit her lip, trying to think of her answer.

"River Hawk, I am ready to experience your passions." She whispered laying her head on his chest.

"I will make them your passions too." Hawk said with patience belying his urgency.

She sat up as she did he took his hands slipping the halter off her neck. He saw her breathing deep heaving her breasts for his hands and mouth. He slowly without a hurried motion brought the cloth away from her body. His eyes fell upon her taut full breasts, sitting perfectly centered were her silver dollar size nipples. His hands cupped them feeling their weight. They were heavy and so beautifully rounded. Taking his fingers he traced the nipples, watching them respond by hardening. The feel of a woman responding so outright caused him to savor this moment. Finally taking her breast, he lowered his lips to kiss their perfection. She moaned loudly, it made him bolder. Taking his tongue he licked the precious jewel within his mouth. He felt her shiver, enjoying the emotions she was allowing herself.

Moving slowly at first one to the other he kept the assault up. Moving faster she was moving pressing her nipples deeper in his mouth. His hands dropped to her full womanly hips. She was bucking ever so lightly. Moving them in rhythm, he cupped her firm ass. She tensed, then she relaxed gracefully moving her hips onto his thigh.

His attention was drawn to her hips. His fingers found her button holding the skimpy skirt onto her wide hips. Undoing it, it immediately slipped from her body. He could see her and all of her beauty. His breathing quickened, holding back the desire to throw her back and take her. He allowed his tongue to trace her abdomen, kissing each hipbone long, slow and intense.

Raven felt unbridled passion surfacing. She wanted to touch him. Fumbling with his pants he helped her. Her hand touched his rigid cock. Instantly pulling away she felt embarrassed by her action. She blushed, he took her hand bringing it back to his stiff cock.

"Yes, Raven you have excited me. I won't hurt you. Please, don't be afraid." His voice was strained.

Her hand opened up encircling his cock. Her fingers didn't reach around its girth. She felt the hardness, noticed its flexibility somewhat. His hand stayed on hers, helping her slide from the crown of the noble head. Down to the broad base, nestled on very dark black hair. Stroking it a few times caused him to release precum. Her eyes lit up with excitement it felt so slick. Using the precious wetness she moved easily up and down. This time when she reached the base he took her hand and had her cup his balls. Moaning out Hawk took his will and kept from slamming into her precious pussy.

Raven loved the sound of his erratic breathing. She wanted him to know her desires. She took his hand placing it onto her mound. His fingers lightly falling onto her lips.They were exploring the other unabashedly, without modesty. Hawk was wanting her in the worst way. His cock slipping into this dark, wet, moist hole that sent vibes throughout his body. He never failed to find that exact moment almost a spiritual experience. His fingers traced her lips allowing her body to ready itself for his impending entrance.

His middle finger was circling her opening. He felt it tight, not wanting to hurt her he didn't yet slip it inside her folds of desires. She was wet. He felt her stiffen to the touch. He touched her face smiling at her. She looked him directly in his eyes, nodding for him to take her with his fingers.

His head started to swim with this trust in him. Taking some of his precum, he slid his fingers back nestling into her pussy. Taking one finger he applied pressure easy but steady pressure at its opening. She tensed, he stopped. He applied more pressure, she tensed he stopped. As it was past the first knuckle she felt his finger opening her for his pleasure. Her pleasure was spreading up her spine. Her thighs slowly opened wide allowing him to know she wanted him. This emboldened his movements, he pressed deeper at last having his whole finger buried inside of her womanhood.

"Mmmmm Hawk, yes please go on." Raven screamed as she felt the passions igniting.

His finger moved slowly out and in, her hips moved with his finger. He took his thumb seeking out her love button. It was peeking out of its hood, the moment he grazed it she bit her lip. Using his fingers he played her well. He loved the scent of a woman who was prepared for fucking. The musk was filling his senses. Laying back he pulled her on top of him. She didn't open her legs for him. His kisses were like licking fire on her lips. His hands were owning her body pressing into her precious openings. His cock was engorged hurting him. He vowed he wouldn't hurt her. He only hoped he could keep this vow.

Rolling over made her fall onto her back. She laughed at his urgency, it almost matched hers. Looking him in the eyes she opened her thighs for his ease in entering her. He got upon his hands, his forearms holding his weight off her. He without caring explored her naked body. His body slid down hers until his nose laid upon her pubic hair. Mouth watering for her taste his tongue took one long stroke of her inner lips. She screamed out taking her fist muffling the sound. His tongue determined to ready her for the ultimate fuck, entered her. Hawk noticed she was delicious. Raven noted his cock was pressing on her foot. Moving her foot she stroked his cock and balls.

"Ahhhh fuck me." Hawk shouted from the burst of pleasure working it's way up his spine.

Lick for lick she humped his face until she had to grab his face and tried pulling him up. She was never going to be more ready for this moment. Her desires were at the abyss of free falling passions. She wanted to share this with him. He had to take her. She waited for him. All of her dreams stopped at what was about to happen.

She wanted this like nothing else in her life. He finally came slowly up her body licking and kissing simultaneously. When he was above her centered above her pussy. His eyes sought hers, the look they shared told them both this was it. She watched him lower his hips so that his cock hovered above her pussy. Instinctively she took her hand and brought his cock to her wetness. Guiding it to take her. His hips pressed into her very wet opening. His mind disconnected as he slid into her without shame.

"Ahhhh, Yes!" They said insync.

Her pussy opened, then tightened, grabbing him. His constant pressure opened her wider. Hips moving in rhythm they were using the other for their passions. His hips started out slow then sped up. Eventually grinding into her pussy. Her pussy opened then closed around his long stroking strides. Circling his back with her legs of grace they were locked into fucking. His face was a blend of awe, knowing this felt right. She was fighting to keep her eyes open. When the orgasm made itself known. It started at a far away distance, mounting ever so slowly to completion. His hips became driven, her legs locked around him tighter. Drawing him back in as he left her hot pussy.

He looked upon her closed eyes seeing the redness spreading slowly across her cheeks. Her pussy was spasming around his fat cock. His legs and thighs were like marble. His shoulders and back were rigid with passions building. His cock couldn't get enough, trying to hold off so he could stay in her forever. He was losing the fight his body was about to explode.

Raven felt his urgency building, not knowing what to expect it was the first hot splash of cum that rocked her world. Her body fed off the heat and she felt herself soar skyward. His hips moved so hard and fast when his first spurt of cum showered her inside. Hot molten lava spreading all around inside of her pussy.

His head thrown back, his eyes bulging his neck stretched. His body shook and shivered from the amount of actions his hips were driving into her. Laughing, crying, he didn't stop pumping her. Seeing her face as she experienced her first shared orgasm, brought a smile a mile wide across his face. He would have to tell her this when she came back from sub space. He slowly stopped pumping, holding her close to him. He stroked her face as she floated above them both. His cock still buried in her warmth. He was reluctant to pull out. She was ethereal laying there, body flushed with passions. Wet from moving with him. Hair splayed out in waves of curls. Eyes closed, lips parted. He kissed her tenderly, he felt her respond. As he pulled away from her lips her pussy grabbed his cock surprising him with the intensity. It caused him to release the last of his white cum.

She nuzzled into him, laying there without one care. Listening to their heartbeats. Sharing something that only lovers will understand. It was only after their bodies recovered did they remember the celebration ceremony. Jumping to their feet, dressing without speaking. She finished first as he turned to make their way out, she noted something in his braid.

It was one beautiful sculpted feather.

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tagExhibitionist & VoyeurA Day at the Beach

A Day at the Beach

"Dare you to take off your top too."

"What?? No way!"

Sitting on the beach that day, it just seemed my way of pushing her buttons a little. Lots of women go topless on South Beach, and we had seen scores of topless women here before in our many previous visits. But this was the first time I had ever said anything to her about it.

"Sure, why not? There are dozens of other women on this beach without their tops, and most of them don't come anywhere close to comparing with what you have underneath yours," I said with a mischievous grin. "Plus, there's no one here we know."

Meredith playfully smacked my arm and replied, "Like that matters. I am perfectly happy with my bikini top on, thank you very much. Why on earth would I possibly want to take it off?"

"Maybe you are tired of tan lines?" I rhetorically asked. "Or maybe you want to fight the prejudice that allows men to go shirtless in public and not women? Or maybe, just maybe, you'd like to be a little on the naughty side and show them off a bit to everyone."

"Oh and if I did, that wouldn't bother you all?" she retorted. "Everyone on the beach ogling your girlfriend's breasts?"

"It's not like I'm pimping you out for a cheap thrill or anything. If you want to do it, I'll be proud to be the guy sitting next to you, and better yet, leaving the beach with you," I answered, with the most charming smile I could muster. "But...if you aren't as brave as these other women, I'll understand."

Well that got her going. Meredith was as competitive as she was beautiful, and she wasn't going to let some cheap bimbo, or pasty-white German tourist outdo her. It's just what I counted on.

"Bravery has nothing to do with it – like these other women are so brave," she answered sarcastically. "And since it is legal here, there is no punitive reason why I can't do it." She continued to reason aloud to herself, "And none of your bonehead fraternity brothers are here to get a look, so there'd be no awkward encounters in the future." Looking around, she paused several seconds longer as if contemplating one more detail, and then turned to me with a very sly smile and said, "Alright Mr. Instigator, I'll do it."

'Uh oh,' I thought to myself, what does she have in mind? I should have known she wouldn't cave to my request so easily. What were her terms going to include? "OK, what's the if?"

"Well, this is such an easy, one-sided argument for you," she replied. "I can't come back at you and say 'I'll do it if you'll do it' because you are already shirtless. There are no consequences for you. However, I can say to you, 'I'll go topless, if you go bottomless'," she finished with a grin. And now I understood why it was so sly.

"Bottomless?!? I can't go bottomless. This isn't a nude beach!" I frantically replied. "I'd be arrested."

"True," she affirmed. "You would be arrested if you went nude here at South Beach...but not up at Haulover Beach," the sly smile still firmly affixed to her gorgeous face.

Ah ha, THAT was her plan. She was referring to the popular nude beach a bit further north of here. Neither of us had ever been to it before, nor to any other nude beaches. And now she was suggesting I go there and parade around in all my glory. I had been testing her sense of adventure with the topless dare, and now she had not only turned around and called me on it, but had raised the stakes as well.

"Well we are here at South Beach today, so how on earth am I supposed to go nude at Haulover, while you are topless here?"

"Easy. Because you are a very lucky man, and have a wonderfully beautiful and trusting girlfriend. I will go topless here today, if you will go nude there tomorrow."

Of course.

Now I had two things to consider. First, I had a firm offer from her to go topless right here and now in public. I know she was acting all sure of herself, but I could tell that deep down she was nervous that if I agreed, she'd soon be baring her lovely 34C's to everyone on the beach. An outcome that was a bit scary to her, but one that I believe was also potentially exciting to us both. Second, I wouldn't have to fulfill my end of the bargain until the next day, and would have a full 24 hours for her to forget about it, let me off the hook, or otherwise weasel my way out of it. Though I was somewhat intrigued about the possibility of going through with it as well. With that mindset, I agreed.

"OK, deal!" I triumphantly announced.

"Really?" she replied, with a combined look of surprise, disappointment, and trepidation. Though as she sat there on the blanket, I thought I caught a twinkle of excitement in her eyes as well. "I didn't think you'd actually agree to do it." (Neither did I!) She paused a moment. "But a deal is a deal, and I'm no welcher, so...here goes."

And just like that, she reached behind her back and gave the thin strings a good tug, untying the knot that held the top in place over her breasts. Now, with just the strings around her neck in place, the thin material of the bikini cups fell forward and pulled up slightly, exposing most of the sides, and some of the bottom of her breasts. They were wonderfully shaped and full, and sat well on her chest, in perfect proportion to her 5'6", 120lb body. She then looked around the beach one more time and then back at me, leaned her neck to the side, and lifted the top completely off her chest and over her head and blond hair. Her breasts were now completely exposed, perky nipples and all. She held the bikini top in one hand, raised it over her head, and leaning back on her other hand, cocked her hip to one side and playfully gave me a "Ta Da!" As she did, her breasts jiggled ever so slightly, and I swore I never saw anything as sexy in my life.

She then tossed the top at my head, it coming to rest squarely on top of it, one of the cups covering one of my eyes. "There...happy?" she asked, satisfactorily giggling at her fantastic aim.

"Quite," I replied, as I pulled the bikini off my head. "How do you feel?"

"Nervous, I guess. Embarrassed. Like everyone on the beach is staring at them. I really have to fight the instinct to cover up. Maybe a bit excited, as well."

"Ha, I thought so. I wasn't sure if it was that, or the exposure to the cool ocean breezes that had caused your nipples to jump to attention," I teased. They looked fabulous - tightened and erect pink nubs, accentuated by the pale of the previously-never-exposed-to-sunlight skin around them. "Don't worry, you look great. Though you've got quite the tan lines going there," I commented.

"I know," she said, cupping her ample mounds in each one of her hands and playfully jiggling them. "I'm going to have some work to do if I hope to get rid of them. More than just what today's sun can do for me."

"Oh, so I can expect an encore performance?" I asked hopefully.

"What you can expect is for your bare ass and schlong to be out there for all the world to see tomorrow," she retorted, bringing me quickly back to reality, and seriously thwarting the erection that had been quickly growing in my shorts. "I held up my end of the bargain, now I expect you to do the same." The sly smile now disappeared from her beautiful face, replaced with a look of concern, and just a bit of desperation. How could I back out on a face that cute?

"OK, OK. I promise," I resigned. "But you are asking quite a bit of me."

"Hey, you started this game mister, and I am the one now sitting on a public beach with my pale breasts on display," she reminded me. "And who knows, maybe my top will come off again tomorrow, so you aren't the only one showing skin. Though I must admit, the thought of sitting next to you fully covered while your exposed cock is soaking up rays on the beach next to me is more than just a bit of a turn on." She smiled sexily at me and ran her fingertips down my forearm.

"Well I don't know how he is going to feel about being out in the sunlight," I answered her, nodding towards my shorts. "I'll be sure to put on plenty of sunscreen. Something you might want to think about doing now too. Be happy to help you out with it if you like," I selflessly suggested.

"I bet you would. No, I'll take care of them myself for now. But maybe if you are good, I'll let you help me clean them up when we get home," she offered with a wink. "It feels weird to have the direct sunlight on them, though kind of nice too. But I'm still feeling pretty self-conscious about being topless. As soon as I get them lotioned up, I am going to lay down so I don't have to see anyone looking at me."

Meredith took the Hawaiian Tropic, and squirting a healthy amount in her left hand, began to protect the vulnerably fair skin she had just revealed to the public for the very first time. And I thought she looked sexy before. Watching her rub the sunscreen over herself was enough to bring me quickly back to attention, a fact not lost on her. As she finished, she tweaked each of her excited nipples with her thumb and forefinger as if to say to me, 'Dare you not to have a raging hard-on after watching that.' She then quickly laid down on her back, her breasts gently resting ever so slightly to the sides of her chest.

We laid there for some time, and after a half hour or so, she flipped over on her stomach. I had seen her in this position before, bare back. But unlike those previous times, this time there was no top readily awaiting to be retied and placed in position over her breasts. After another half hour or so I was getting hot, and suggested we go for a swim. Meredith heartily agreed and reached over for her top. I quickly snatched it away before she had the chance.

"What are you doing?" she asked me.

"You agreed to go topless today," I answered. "That means not only on the blanket next to me, but in the water as well."

"But then there is no doubt dozens of people will see me like this," she said somewhat frantically. "It's one thing to lay low on your blanket. And I am sure it's inevitable some people have already seen me topless today. But if we go bobbing up and down in the surf, in full view of everyone laying here on the beach...I don't know. I'm not sure I want to do that."

"I know it sounds scary," I tried to reassure her, "but you've already come this far and nothing terrible has happened to you. In fact, remember how excited were you when you first threw your top at me? You yourself admit that those hard nipples of yours weren't just from the cool breeze. Now imagine that feeling intensified 100 times. It'll be all I can do to keep you from orgasm!" I joked, trying to calm her down. "Besides, it's only half of what I'm in for tomorrow."

"I suppose," she relented. "But no funny stuff out of you."

"Me? Never!" And it was my turn to wear a sly smile.

As we stood up, I took her hand in mine and led her towards the water. Man, was she hot! While Meredith may have been thinking this was as exhilarating as a perp walk, I was triumphantly parading us towards the surf with an indescribable amount of pride having this drop-dead gorgeous beauty by my side. She nervously glanced about, and indeed noticed several men, and women, looking back at her. I noticed this and said to her, "They all know perfection when they see it. Besides you know you love it," I added smacking her playfully on her ass.

"Hey, I said no funny stuff," she good-naturedly scolded me. But it was enough to break the tension, and she skipped towards the water and dove under the next good wave before it crashed. I followed her in after it passed, and we spent the next 15 minutes having a good old time in the surf. I think being mostly under the water helped her relax a bit. That is until we decided we'd had enough and were to head back in. The realization hit her all at once.

"Time to face the music I guess," she said to me. "No getting around seeing all those faces looking at what I'll have to offer as we head out of the water."

"You can do it," I replied, trying to be supportive. "You might even like it. You never know."

We quickly wandered back into shallow water, and sure enough I immediately caught at least a half dozen men staring at this topless beauty emerging from the surf. Meredith saw them too, and I thought she might cover up with her hands, but then she surprised me somewhat. Not giving in to her nerves, she pulled her hair back behind her head in a wet sort of ponytail, exposing her breasts completely, and strode confidently back to our blanket, shoulders back, breasts held high. Now I knew she was showing off – she was actually starting to embrace her toplessness. I was sure to congratulate her when we finally sat back down.

"Well bravo," I offered. "Nice job parading back up the beach."

"You were right, it was pretty exhilarating. I felt sexy, and free, and naughty all at once," she said, adding with a warm smile, "Thanks for talking me into it."

"No problemo. So does that mean you are going to get rid of all your bikini tops when you get home?" I queried.

"I don't think so. It was one thing to go topless in front of a bunch of strangers. I am sure it is completely different in front of people you know," she concluded.

"Well then, I guess we'll just have to invite a couple of your friends to join us next time and find out!"

To be continued...

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Naturist Cleaners

My Cleaner is a Nudist!

Ever thought about hiring a cleaner to polish, vacuum and tidy your home – to do all these chores whilst being stark naked? Well the fantasy is now a reality, thanks to Laura, who has started a naturist cleaning company where the cleaners perform their tasks in the nude and if the client also wants to strip off and join in with the nudity that’s perfectly OK! Laura got the idea when being asked to clean by a gentleman, who being a dedicated nudist, asked if he could be naked whilst Laura was cleaning. Laura couldn’t see a problem with that and from then on, every time she cleaned the man’s home he was nude. It definitely wasn’t a sexual thing she explained. He just liked being naked in his own home, and didn’t want to cover up just because I was there cleaning. Eventually, Laura got the idea that there may be a gap in the market for a proper naturist cleaning company where the cleaners and the clients have the option to be naked. Her first task was to find cleaners who were prepared to clean in the nude, and apart from her nudist client, didn’t know any other naturists, so she advertised for naturist cleaners and to her surprise got a positive response, and after building her own website and doing some marketing, her business was up and running. Nudist UK was understandably intrigued by Laura’s business, and wanted to know the answers to certain questions, such as Do the clients ever become a nuisance while the cleaners perform their duties? and Do you have many female clients?
Nudist UK caught up with Laura over a cup of coffee:-

Nudist UK:- Hi Laura, first of all thanks for meeting us, we know how busy you are.
Laura:- Hi that’s okay, no problem
Nudist UK:- When the gentleman who originally suggested this business was naked whilst you were cleaning, did you find it awkward, or was it difficult to look at him?
Laura:- No not at all. I am not a nudist myself, but I have a healthy outlook on nudity, and besides I’ve seen it all before and can cope with it no problem. In fact, the gentleman concerned was the best client I ever had, he was so friendly, and we had some interesting discussions about different things in life.
Nudist UK:- Did answer the door in the nude, or have a dressing gown on or something?Laura:- No he was respectful about the neighbours and would be wearing clothes when he answered the door. He did try to convince me to become a naturist, and would tell me that it was amazing to be nude, the feeling of freedom and liberty, but I didn’t.
Nudist UK:- Did he ever ask for Extras or anything like that?
Laura:- No, never.
Laura:- Then he was asking me to consider employing some else to clean for him who would be willing to work naked which gave me the idea for the business.
Nudist UK:- So what was the next step, did you find yourself starting to clean in the nude?
Laura:- No, and I haven’t done so. I am not a naturist. But I started to place adverts for naturist cleaners for potential nudist houses, and there was quite a lot of female interest for this kind of work.
Nudist UK:- So were you looking at the idea of a naturist cleaner combined with a nudist household?
Laura:- Sort of. There are three services; one with the client nude and one with the cleaner naked, or a combination if required.
Nudist UK:- A sort of tiered service?
Laura:- Yes, but in no way an adult service, we don’t offer anything else. Whether it’s nude cleaning, or clothed, the client gets a proper genuine cleaning service.
Nudist UK:- So as far as the client is concerned, do they follow the cleaner around the house, what if they get too close to the naked cleaner?
Laura:- We have guidelines and rules that stress that there is no touching and that the client must keep their distance from the cleaner. Neither party are allowed to touch each other. The client can watch and enjoy and relax, but they must abide by the no-touching policy. The cleaner has the right to let the client know if their actions are causing distress in any way.
Nudist UK:- Are the cleaners mainly male or female.
Laura:- The majority of our cleaners are female simply because most of our clients are male.
Nudist UK:- Do you have any female clients?
Laura:- No, we don’t yet have any female clients but we have couples.
Nudist UK:- Really?
Laura:- Yes, we have couples who want a female nude cleaning service, but once we had a request from a couple who wanted a male and female naked couple cleaning service.
Nudist UK:- Surely there has got to be a sexual agenda here?
Laura:- Maybe there is some sort of game in their heads, but that is up to them. There is no touching, no matter what.
Nudist UK:- What if a couple decided to get it on whilst the cleaner was there?
Laura:- That must not happen, there has to be respect for the cleaning service just as if it was a conventional cleaning service.
Nudist UK:- So a million-dollar question then, what if the client directly offered money to one of your cleaners for sexual participation of some sort or a Happy ending?
Laura:- Definitely not, I always stress, no touching and no extras. The client always knows this from the very beginning. I always remind the clients that they cannot touch the cleaners and the cleaners will not touch you. Yes, it’s a higher rate for our clients to pay, but it doesn’t include anything other than cleaning. Plus again I must stress that the cleaners are completely nude, they clean properly, they are not pretending. So the client is getting the benefit of a nice experience and a professional clean for an hour or for however much is paid for. The rates are currently £65 for the first hour and £55 thereafter, which is completely reasonable given what the client is getting. If you compare that to other adult type services, it is good value.
Nudist UK:- Also, it’s not as if your cleaners are setting out to be desired by your clients, if they were, surely they would be wearing sexy lingerie or stockings etc.
Laura:- Absolutely. It’s clothes that sexualise women, and men. Most people who are completely naked are quite unattractive.
Nudist UK:- Agreed, when a clothed lady enters a nudist beach, there is usually a fair bit of interest from the male sunbathers, but as soon as the lady is completely naked, you can see all the men turn their attentions elsewhere.
Laura:- That’s right, we are providing a service within a niche, nothing at all to do with sex, or anything close.
Nudist UK:- Where do you source your naturist cleaners?
Laura:- We have different nationalities and because we are not looking to recruit people from the adult industry like nudist modelling or escorting, we are not looking for bodily perfection, so we are happy to have anyone with any figure, any age.
Nudist UK:- So do some of your clients ever specify a size or shape or ethnicity of the naturist cleaner?
Laura:- Sometimes, but most clients just want a cleaner who is a nudist or naturist. Sometimes they like to specify that the cleaner should be natural and sometimes they prefer shaved in fact these days it’s hard to find females that don’t shave. But in reality I tell the clients and cleaners that we are not here to provide models or bodily perfection. We have a lot of different cleaners of different figures and ages, so we can usually provide what the client is looking for, not for any other reason that it’s better for the client to be viewing a naked cleaner who is more their type. It makes the cleaner and the client more comfortable.
Nudist UK:- How is the business doing?
Laura:- Very well, there is a high demand, I am not aware of any other organisation that offers what we do, so I am proud to say that we are the first organisation in the UK that offers the combination of professional cleaning and nudism.
Nudist UK:- Which term do you prefer, Naturist or Nudist?
Laura:- I don’t mind either term, it’s whatever makes people feel more comfortable, it’s up to them. I think people in general should be respectful of each other’s lifestyle. It’s just amazing that we are all so different, and that’s why our service fulfills that certain niche.Naturists (or Nudists) seem so much more free than clothed, I read an article once that said We are born naked and we die naked.
Nudist UK:- Thank you very much indeed, it has been interesting and inspirational!


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tagIncest/TabooHappy Life with My Father-in-Law Ch. 02

Happy Life with My Father-in-Law Ch. 02

Mona was enjoying her sex life with Rand and Roger without any taboo. She was free from all points of view. She prepared herself for this lifestyle.

She explained herself that Rand is her husband and Roger is the biological father of her baby. Thus they both have rights to fuck her and she has the right to enjoy sex with them.

One morning after breakfast Mona's father-in-law came over and asked her that how everything was going and she said it was going great except for her back hurt from all the leaning down last night sex with his son.

While she was washing her hands in the kitchen he came up behind her and started rubbing her back asking her where it hurt the most.

Mona told him that he might not think about it, and then Roger had his hand under Mona's shirt. Mona then was feeling a little uncomfortable about it.

Roger told her to sit on the couch so he could continue the back rub and soon was rubbing more than just her back. Mona asked him to stop, but he insisted that she needed it. Before she knew it he was fingering her.

Later Roger took her in the bedroom and had sex with her for almost 3 hours. Roger was experienced and knows exactly what she wanted and told her how beautiful she was and Mona knew that he enjoyed that more than anything else.

Now a days Roger used to get erection seeing his daughter-in --laws erected boobs and when he saw her feeding her child. He went to bathroom for masturbation, which even Mona knew.

Mona was a sex-bomb even after delivery of her child. She had become more and more beautiful. After delivery the size of boobs go up due to filling of milk in them and nice heavy butts but waist missing.

She roamed here and there while picking of her child some time her boobs were touched accidentally but she remained calm and quite.

But Roger shivered all the time thinking of his sexy daughter-in-law when he merely milked her by his dick.

He properly looked after Mona and Mona too looked after him. Mona openly gave milk to her son without any shame from Roger's side.

She opened her boobs and fed her entire boobs open to Roger. Sometimes when she was not wearing any top her both boobs were opened and sometimes Roger helped her to lick entire milk from those milk-ball for their baby.

After some day Rand left for a tour. Roger and Mona got their free space to live with their child. They started to share the same room and same bed again in the night also. Suddenly a strange thing happened in their smooth life.

The child left feed and immediately the child was shifted to hospital where the problem was diagnosed as tonsils and mother was asked to feed her by a piece of cotton dipping in milk and it should be kept on the mouth of the child which he may suck slowly and doctor advised that the problem would remain for fortnight.

On the first night Roger heard moaning of Mona and he immediately rushed to her and asked the reason.

Mona told that she was feeling heaviness and pain on her boobs and on Roger's request she opened as he pressed them a lot amount of milk came out from them and spread on the floor and similarly Roger pressed second boobs and the same thing happened.

Enquired from doctor about this Mona repeated the same procedure and asked her father-in -law to do it thrice a day.

Roger started the procedure in morning but placed his mouth instead of spoiling it on floor. He sucked entire milk from one boob and second boob and a reaction of sex was exchanged.

In the evening same procedure was adopted but in the night while she was on the same bed with him along with child Roger sucked her both breast and she embraced him and kissed him for relieving her pain.

But the matter did not stopped here as she was naked before Roger he started seducing her as his old monster got erection and made him to request her for fuck.

Roger was fondling her body and she got horny and he put his dick inside her pussy and started pounding her but he did not got any objection from Mona's side but instead she cooperated him to fuck her saying that sex after first child were giving her more pleasure from her father-in-law.

Mona noticed a change in the way Roger looked at her all the time. The areas he stared at in particular where his eyes were peeking at her bouncing breasts and her shaky ass when she moved around the house.

Mona did not like to boast about herself but she knew that she was not bad in those departments. Her breasts were firm enough and protruding, almost an invitation to grab them and squeeze them hard.

Now Mona normally wore sleeveless and low cut dresses at home, mostly casual ones, occasionally she appeared in those silky ones, which were more transparent and clinging to her body, showing off her curves.

Roger used to stare at Mona's boobs, and her cleavage, especially when she bent down. Mona enjoyed his care and she would like to show her dress go slightly off the place, giving him a view of her cleavage and her heavy watermelons whenever she got any chance to seduce him.

While serving him food, Mona would stand near him and bend whenever she needed to put food in his plate; Roger would never miss a chance to look at her hidden treasures, but he always did that in a clever way as if he were Mr. Innocent and knew nothing.

Mona would stand almost inches near to him, his face near to her breasts. He could see her navel and her clothed breasts up close. Mona would notice him throwing glances at her body. She thought that it was common for any man who fucked her and gave her a child.

Roger's acts became bolder. He gave stares that were obvious. One morning Roger asked Mona to help him in taking his bath; he said he wanted her to clean his back. Mona agreed. He sat in his shorts; Mona entered the bathroom, she wore a towel.

He asked her to give him a head bath. She turned on the shower and though she took precautions not to get wet but she couldn't and she got wet partially. Mona was applying shampoo to him, standing in front of him. His face was straight in front of her breasts.

Her towel got wet and her curve was visible along with the contents inside it. He could easily trace the shape of his daughter-in-laws breasts, size and the location of the nipples. Mona untied her towel to a side and with bra and panty her navel area was exposed.

Mona was sure it was a feast for him, but she continued. She was rubbing his head applying shampoo. It was moving to and fro in such a way that it almost touched her breasts in that process. It was steaming hot in the bathroom and she was wet partly due the water and partly due to her sweat.

Roger could feel the aroma emanating from his daughter-in-law. Mona got carried away and she was moving his head more and more into her, she was letting his face touch her breasts.

It was a see-saw movement; his face was kissing her breasts. Mona was literally crushing his face into her breasts.

He must have felt the softness of her boobs. He buried his face in them, almost restless and just her hands were moving. Few minutes later Mona regained her senses and moved away from her father-in-law.

She finished the cleaning work soon. She got a towel and as she was wiping his head again his face was pushed into her breasts while she dried his hair with the towel.

Mona applied force to dry so he had to hold her for support. He laid his hands on her stomach, above her hips and caught her. He laid both hands on her, taking full support from his handgrip on her tummy area.

He pressed Mona hard. Mona finished that work soon and before a new start she left the bathroom covering her with towel.

That night after the milk session Mona told her father-in-law to give her a break for the night. Roger agreed with his daughter-in-laws proposal. But in the middle of her sleep Mona felt someone touched her ass.

She woke up, but didn't open her eyes fully. She could feel Roger's hand change the position and he hand on her tummy. Mona opened her eyes and saw him. He was deep asleep, the hand wasn't moving.

Mona thought it was accidental and it happened in sleep. She closed her eyes and resumed sleeping. Few minutes later, the hand started moving! He was feeling Mona's stomach, its softness and started to press it gently.

Later, his hand started to move upwards. His hand was then lying on her milky breasts. He put it there motionless for few minutes. Then he started gripping one of her breasts with his palm.

He began to care the curve and size of it. He could feel its softness in his hands. It started to become stiff and firm.

He began to gently squeeze her breast. He was now getting bolder and was squeezing it much harder.

Mona moved slightly and she let out a feeble moan but she continued to act as if she was amidst a deep sleep.

Then he located her nipple and started to draw circles around it, along the aureole. That act was miraculous, sending shivers throughout Mona's body.

He took a nipple between his thumb and index finger and started pressing it gently at first, later a little harder than earlier. Mona couldn't hold on any longer and she had to break free.

Mona acted as if she woke up just then. His hand was inside her night dress, right on top of her bra, fingers almost catching her nipple. He shut his eyes but kept his hand there itself.

Mona acted as if she was shocked to see his hand there and she took it off away from her. He then slept very close to her; his breath was almost on Mona's face. Mona turned to other side, facing away from him.

She closed her eyes but she was still thinking of his acts. It was not long before he laid his hand again on her stomach, now he caught it from backside. He moved close to her almost grinding his groin into her ass.

Mona could feel his erect member touched the cleavage of her ass. His hand was feeling her tummy and its softness. Mona slipped a knowing smile as she was turning away and he couldn't see her face anyway.

Roger began to feel her soft boobs once again. It was thrilling for Mona to be touched by such a mature man in that way. She felt strange after getting approval from him for break in that night but now she liked the way he started the play.

He moved his face closer to Mona. He was breathing her aroma due to her sweat. Feeling her hair and seeing the smell of it. Then his nose was touching the bare skin on Mona's back, which was in the low cut area in the back just below her neck.

He planted a gentle kiss there. His hands now came down feeling her all the way; actually they moved a lot down then.

Almost about to enter her panty area, no one knew how Mona felt when someone touched her in that area below her navel.

Roger's hand was trying to enter her night dress above her panty area. Roger slipped his hand inside her and finally touched her pubes.

Mona thought that everyone must have experienced an electric shock at some point in time in their life. Mona was experiencing it then. His touch was like an electric shock to her.

She had to instinctively move her groin backwards, digging her ass much deeper into his groin.

He must be aware by now that she was awake and conscious of all his acts. Roger continued exploring deeper.

He must be surprised when he felt her wet there. Mona was almost giggling then with shivers passing through her body. He was rubbing her clit and was feeling her wet pussy.

He was manipulating his daughter-in-law well. She was in heaven. He inserted a finger into Mona's pussy, which was fully wet by then. He began to finger fuck Mona vigorously.

Though they both were aware of each other's position and it was done with her staying there numb as if she was asleep.

He was moving his finger in and out and sideways, almost all the possible directions. He was literally drilling Mona.

She thought that Roger came then. He left suddenly and went to bathroom. They acted normally as if nothing happened between them.

At about midnight he started doing the same things again. He started feeling Mona up and squeezing her boobs.

Now as it was night time, they could not see each other's faces, for that matter nothing was visible.

Mona was wide awake while that was happening. Roger grew bolder and was then kissing her neck area.

He went on lower and started to remove her night dress aside and was kissing her boobs over her bra. He was squeezing one and was kissing the other.

Roger was trying to suck it too. He was desperate now so he started to remove Mona's bra. He ripped it apart soon, made short work on her nipple and there were the watermelons he had been dying for so long.

He felt them fully naked and started rubbing his face into them madly. He was sucking them and kissing them hard.

Mona was moaning loudly then. She was encouraging him with her hands pushing his head into her breasts.

He began to kiss Mona all over her body, her face, they tried the French kiss, he began to kiss Mona's flat tummy, her navel, went even lower too. He dragged Mona's panty down and began to lick her pussy.

He was inserting his tongue into it and was fucking her with his tongue. Mona was thumping her hips and banging them up and down on the bed.

She was trembling in lust and pure passion. She was dreaming of this for the last few days and finally this happened.

Mona was asking him to fuck her. He was groaning and obliged her request, took his nude unprotected dick and shoved it hard into her pussy.

She didn't even care about any protection at that time. She was in lust and total ecstasy.

Roger was ramming his cock harder and harder. To her taste he was a lot harder and longer than his son Rand. He fucked Mona for about two hours that night. He came thrice during it. He finally collapsed over her. They slept like that start naked.

Mona was the one to get up first the next morning. He was just beside her, hugging her, her chest clinging into his. His hand was over her and his face was near her neck.

Mona tried to move away. She woke him. He caught Mona's breast with his hand and squeezed it for one more time and looked at her and smiled.

Mona couldn't look at him. She was relaxed after that joyful sex. So she turned away and she was trying to get off the bed.

He moved down to her pussy and felt her near that area. Mona giggled and she left the room. She got dressed and she was preparing breakfast and coffee.

Roger came into the kitchen slowly and hugged her from behind.

Mona froze and stood still. His hands started playing with her breasts again. He was enjoying them very much. He began kissing his daughter-in -law on her neck from behind and continued pressing her boobs.

Roger said, "Let's take a bath together," and dragged her into the bathroom. Mona pleaded, saying that she had to prepare the breakfast.

He ignored her requests and said she was enough for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He turned on the shower and they both became wet.

Roger said that he still had not seen her nude in daylight. He wanted to see her totally nude. Mona started kissing him now and hugged him tightly. This really turned him on. He almost ravaged Mona.

He swiftly removed Mona's housecoat, almost tore her bra open and caught her breasts. They were wet hence slippery.

Roger said that Mona had a good pair and kissed them to his heart's content. Mona allowed him to relish on them and asked him to do whatever he wanted to, Mona said, "I am all yours."

He made her nude completely and Mona removed his shorts and caught his dick. It was huge. It was one hell of a dick with good length and width as well. She moved it to and fro for a while and he started to fuck her while standing in the shower.

He was holding Mona's hips and started to fuck her. He lifted Mona onto him and he was almost holding her with his hands and his dick in her pussy.

It needs great strength to give a standing fuck. Mona and her father-in-law moved to the bedroom and continued their fuck there.

They were having a fucking marathon all those days when Rand wasn't around. Later on they continued to have sex whenever and wherever they got a chance.

He would feel her up at times, sometimes they had oral sex, and they continued to have a good sexual relationship.

Mona fucked by those two men almost daily. Some days Mona's husband Rand might not have sex with her but her father-in-law Roger never missed a chance.

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The Taylor Family Ch. 03

Her daughter's shocked gasp, meanwhile, seemed to break Ann out of her trance at long last. Suddenly finding herself staring into the eyes of her daughter, it never even occurred to her that the natural and normal reaction should be to scold the girls. Instead, her first response had she been able to find her voice would have been to apologize to them for invading their privacy like this and then to beat a hasty retreat.

Under the circumstances, the very best she was able to manage was a sheepish little smile.

Kristen was almost certain then that her mother not only did not have a problem with her children indulging in incest, but that she was actually very aroused by it! One more bit of evidence was all that she needed to test this and the knowledge that Ruth had not come yet gave her the perfect opportunity.

Never taking her eyes off her mother's, Kristen raised two fingers to her mouth to run her tongue over them slowly and sensuously, getting them good and wet and slippery. That hand descended then to the boiling center of Ruth's passion, the fingers sliding all the way into her cunt.

The effect this was having on Ann was nothing short of electric. Her baby girl knew of her presence there in the doorway but did not object to having her witness this act of pure love! More, she was very carefully and deliberately showing her exactly what she was doing to her little sister!

Ann was a mere instant away from ripping off all of her clothes right then and there and rushing into the room, when it happened.

"Honey?! I've got the number here! Did you find out what the girls wanted on their pizza?!"

The sound of her husband's voice rising up the stairs finally broke the spell Ann was under, reminding her of how much there was to lose if this affair were to become public knowledge. With a strangled cry that spoke of her anguish at this lost opportunity, she forced her unwilling feet to carry her away from that den of delights, shutting the door again.

Staggering away, she knew that she would need a few moments to recover her composure and leaned heavily against the wall opposite her daughter's bedroom.

Those few moments became even longer when she heard the unmistakable sounds of Ruth being finger-fucked to what must have been an awfully nice orgasm come filtering through the door.

Just as she imagined that she was all right to face her husband again, just as she had made her way to the top of the stairs, she heard the door to the girl's bedroom suddenly swing open and had to stop again, turning to look.

Laughing playfully without a care in the world, still as naked as the day they were born but carrying their bathrobes, the sisters came racing out hand-in-hand and hurried into the bathroom without ever once looking back towards her.

It looked to Ann like they were looking to get cleaned up now that they'd had sex and meant to share a bath. The images of the pair together in a steamy shower, no doubt taking full advantage of the opportunity to get wet and wild with each other, was almost the finish of Ann as she stumbled and nearly fell down the stairs.

She had no choice but to pause again, knowing that she could not face her spouse so long as she was in this kind of state.

The subject of their mother's behavior raised much debate between the two girls.

Based on everything she had seen, Kristen was of the opinion that the older woman not only approved of her children having sex with each other, but was anxious to join in. After hearing her older sister's vivid retelling of what had happened, Ruth could hardly argue that their mother was upset with them for committing incest, but she just could not wrap her mind around the idea that she might be prepared to do it herself.

With both girls steadfast in their views and unwilling to be swayed, it was eventually decided that they would just ask the woman herself. Knowing that their father would be gone the next day as he was going to play a round or two of golf with some friends, it was judged that this would be the best time to speak to her as there was no chance of such a sensitive discussion being overheard. Of course, it went without saying that it also gave them plenty of privacy to do some exploring should it turn out that Kristen was right.

Bedtime came and the girls put on their nightshirts and retired to their separate beds, aching to get together in one but knowing it might not be the best idea.

It was a Taylor family tradition that their parents would stop to wish them a good night - their father just waving from the door in passing, their mother stopping long enough to give them a chaste peck. Their mom might be okay with this, but there was no telling how their father might react to discovering his nubile teen daughters naked and in the same bed.

Right on schedule, their father appeared in the open doorway to the bedroom, barely glancing within as he bade them a good night.

Their mother appeared a few moments later.

Ann was barely dressed in a blue teddy that seemed to have been crafted mostly out of sheer lace. Her full breasts might have begun to sag as the passing years caught up with her, but it's cups were designed to push her bosom up and out and they did their job very well. The crotch was narrow, barely covering her most secret treasure and turning into a thong at the back. Even with a sheer blue kimono thrown on over it, left untied to make sure her audience got the full effect, it was the next best thing to being nude.

She was a little hesitant about walking into the girl's room like this, knowing that she could no longer boast of having a body that even came close to rivaling either Ruth's or Kristen's. On the other hand, the open-mouthed stares she was getting from them both were both reassuring and ego boosting and so she drifted into the room with a girlish titter.

Putting on a coy smile, Ann arrived at Kristen's bedside first, reaching down to gently take hold of one of her hands. "Sweet dreams, baby," she purred, running the fingers of her other hand through the girls hair as she leaned in to kiss her lips.

This was not going to be just another innocent peck between mother and daughter though.

It started out as a "first kiss," that kind of tentative, exploratory kiss that all new lovers share as they begin to realize the depths of their attraction for each other. It quickly grew deeper and more passionate as Kristen started to kiss her back, lips parting to let their tongues dance. One of the younger woman's hands rose to the back of her mother's neck, making sure she didn't go anywhere until after she had been thoroughly kissed.

From the other bed, Ruth watched with wide and wondering eyes, hardly able to believe what she was witnessing.

It had seemed so incredible to be attracted to her own sister, much less to actually have sex with her. To think that their mother might also be interested in fooling around with them was just impossible, though. On the other hand, there was no arguing the fact that her mother was dressed in sexy lingerie and willingly making out with Kristen.

Ruth let her eyes run up and down her mother a couple of times and decided that this was not something she was going to have a problem with.

Throwing off her bed sheets, she slipped out and padded silently over to the other bed, coming up on her mother from behind.

Ann was so involved in kissing her eldest girl that she was taken by complete surprise when the younger girl suddenly drew up close behind her, reaching around with both hands to lay claim to the older woman's breasts. Gasping, she drew back a little from Kristen, twisting to look back at the girl who was fondling her and was met with twinkling eyes and an impish grin.

Ruth kissed her firmly, her tongue pushing it's way in for a jousting match.

Left breathless and weak in the knees in the aftermath of this dual onslaught from her girls, Ann was concerned with only one thing - getting herself laid as soon as possible. "Please," she whimpered to them softly, urgently, "please take me."

"No," Kristen answered firmly.

Ann looked shocked and horrified. "But . . ."

"Dad will be waiting for you, mom," the girl reminded her. "If you don't go and join him in bed soon, he's going to come looking for you."

"Yes, but . . ."

Ruth agreed with her sister on this. "Don't worry, mom. It's just a little delay. Tomorrow, when he's off playing golf, we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other a little better."

Their mother looked as if she was about to cry, but also knew that her daughters were right. There was no way in the world that she wanted Roger to know that she and the girls were playing these kinds of games, after all. This kind of scandal could not just wreck a family but might also see someone end up in jail.

However reluctantly, Ann pulled free of both her daughters and trudged off to the door, not looking back for fear that she would lose the last of her strength and go running back to try to plead her case.

She pulled the door shut behind her, certain that it would be a good idea as her girls were bound to do some more playing - without her.

"Poor old, mom," Ruth commiserated after she was gone. "That is a woman who desperately needs to get fucked to within an inch of her life."

Kristen agreed. "I think dad might try to help her out with that. When she walks into their bedroom and he sees her dressed up like that, dad is bound to think that she did it for his benefit, you know."

The elder girl pulled back her sheets then in silent invitation, smiling broadly.

Pausing only long enough to pull off her nightshirt, Ruth hurried to take her up on the invitation.

To Be Continued . . .

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tagIncest/TabooAlice Manipulated Ch. 15

Alice Manipulated Ch. 15

In this chapter tiny Alice, the cutest and youngest at 21 hot-in-the-cot darling of the erotic amateur part-time fantasy models outfit called Companion's Corner is about to bump into a hopelessly shy frustrated suburban daddy at a supermarket. Mark this as an erotic shopper's end of 2008 special.

This is a man who's lately questioning his masculinity, a God fearing church-going family man who married a virgin and never previously had sex himself until his wedding night. He's a good daddy who adores his delectable daughter Dawn, a spunky looking but prim and proper young lady who sings in the church choir. Singing in the church choir gives her lots of practice for oral exercise but nary has a stray thought crossed the mind of this puritan young lady. She's as naive as they come, just like a chip off his block.

Her staid daddy really stayed true and never strayed but now he's turned the corner into his forties he's wondering things about his sensuous sibling that makes him toss and turn at night and making him question his masculinity, the part about man being the hunter of the species not a wimp never wanting a wanton woman. And little wonder; his wife left him two years ago for a man who was a better lover, tired of his inability to satisfy her -- the legacy of marrying when you're a virgin male.

He's come to that time of a man's life where many of them get edgy about getting on in years and start to look over their shoulder; it's a time when some men have affairs with their secretaries if they're in an office job, or when tradesmen let the lonely housewife pay the bill with sex on the sofa while it's so far so good.

The difference with this shy suburban daddy called Danny is that he never dabbled in sex on the other side of his marriage but he sure wishes now he had a more interesting past. Yet he's got what it takes in another sense: daughter Dawn is living proof that he knows where to put it. Let's accept that as a lover he's boring, no imagination whatsoever and simply lacks experience that could satisfy a modern woman.

Danny's dilemma is that because he'd hit the flat spot of life when everything seems boring and two years without any sex must make him perhaps the most boring man about town, he's looking to his own sibling to possibly satisfy him.

Now that's a real problem being a devout God fearing church-going Catholic daddy but every time he looks at his daughter -- she's 21 -- lately he wishes he could get her on side and help him come good. Ditto.

Dawn's her name and even though she's also very religious and sings in the church choir and she's a naive a virgin as can be with all her proper behaviour, she's got a horny young body. Danny has no troubles getting quick erections every time he looks at her in her tight spandex walk shorts with a sexy tight bum and standout cameltoe crease catching his eye with such a swollen package for a pussy. He's an early riser at the best of time but more than ever these days he'd like to get up at the crack of Dawn.

When he was a young buck chicks didn't wear those stretchy tight things that sink into the vagina and pull into the crack of their bums and when they wore shorts they had panties under them unlike many modern fillies of the new generation.

Oh Danny boy, his pipe is really calling with repeated erections going nowhere when he sees his sassy sexpot young daughter in her skimpy clothes. She's so meek and mild she'd never guess for a minute the kind of dirty deed thoughts he conjures in his mind about her.

But touch he dare not as it's a church-going religious following under his suburban rooftop. Oh how he wishes he could turn the clock back and mix it and match it with a horny young chick the same age and physical characteristics as his sweet Dawn to find out what it must be like to have sex her up in all kinds of saucy situations.

For months it doesn't get past the stage of him relieving himself, thinking anything but pure thoughts of Dawn and daddy doing their dandiest together under the sheets and on top of the sheets, on the floor, against the wall, on the car bonnet in the garage, on the kitchen table, in the shower, making her tremble on the trampoline in the backyard, holding her in the wheelbarrow position while she's naked in the garden wheelbarrow.

He's got it bad, but he's not getting it, and it's getting to him. He's horny as hell for her yet timid as a tadpole to try his hand. Every single day she seems to be dressing sexier and her clothes are getting shorter and more see-through or is it just his imagination? Danny desperately needs someone to talk to, someone who could give him the clues he needs to make it happen but there's no one to turn to he can trust. He's ruled through loss of confidence the parish priest in case the kindly churchman gets ideas and tries to see Dawn at some ungodly hour after sunset and spirit her away to his cosy quarters for a one-on-one prayer session.

Every Sunday at church he looks at others and wonders if they ever get as randy as he feels; the curse of purity. While some men may go to a local bordello to get their rocks off he thinks he'd have rocks in his head if he must go to a pro that's likely to taunt rather than teach him for being such an inexperienced lover.

He needs an amateur, someone just like his daughter; a woman the same age who might think like a typical 21 year-old and with luck put him on the right track how to get into Dawn's pants.

He's determined to find out how delicious Dawn would feel having his seven and a half inches rock hard erection thrusting inside her like all those fantasies he's had in so many different places while he masturbates. He's afraid to put the word on her for fear of rejection and eternal damnation so somehow he must find someone as close as possible to her physical characteristics and same age to mimic the experience of what it would be doing it to her.

On the way to the supermarket it's on his mind constantly, he's so randy. He's so obsessed that at the supermarket he finds himself fiendishly fetish about his innocent 21 year-old daughter's hot body wondering what she's like under her skimpy clothes, what she's like lying nude, wondering if she masturbates and has someone else -- a young buck perhaps - fucked her yet? He's torturing himself what it must be like to see a decent sized cock going into her, to hear her moaning and writhing in ecstasy, to imagine what it would be like to have her riding on top of him naked and so fresh faced? How can he find out without losing her love? Poor Danny and now he's 15 people back in the express check-out lane and none the wiser.

Billy Joel was right, he asserts, only the good die young and sooner or later it comes down to fate. He's tormented himself for too long figuring how he could get his "Virginia" in the right frame of mind to even broach the subject of his frustration. What he needs is to find a body like hers to fondle and fuck yet how? He wishes he had two daughters with one of them so precocious she'd come to him wanting it.

Dreary Danny, the super sensitive fantasy-ridden shy suburban daddy is standing behind an 18-stone heavy King Kong of a man whom he figures must be a truckie by his build; he's so big he can't see around him, just like driving behind their rigs on the road. He's almost to the checkout when suddenly King Kong mumbles something about corn flakes and pulls out of the line to go get the breakfast cereal.

Danny finds himself suddenly staring at the twin cheeks of a chick in outrageously tight and seemingly undersize canary yellow spandex legless shorts about the same height and size at his sweet daughter. He can't see her face, just that cute tight arse and sexy short legs in casual high heels to make her seem taller. She's got blonde pigtails and by the size and shape of her she must be a high school sexpot - you know the kind - they call them jailbait, just the way his daughter seems at times even though she left high school three years ago.

The moment this meekest of men suburban daddy sets sights on this sexy backside in front of him lust becomes a must and takes command of his better judgement. She's at the checkout now and he's checking her out real good; now he knows why supermarkets call them checkouts.

He sees his sweet daughter in those tiny pants even though another young women's wearing them and his cock's rock hard as his eyes stay cemented to the canary yellow covered buttocks and they sway away sexily from the supermarket down the mall to the car park.

He decides to bite the bullet, just like Steve McQueen would have done in his day in such a situation.

Pure desperation drives him into action as he senses a rare window of opportunity that Billy Joel's words about sooner or later it comes down to fate makes him think this chick might as well be the one. He draws alongside her and with incredible bravery even surprising himself he gets her attention. "Excuse me miss, I couldn't help notice you in the supermarket, I was flabbergasted because you look just like my 21 year-old daughter. In fact for a minute I thought it was Dawn."

Alice stops and looks at him, a complete stranger who's trembling inside trying to look cool with a hot rod in his pants. "Would you please spare me a few minutes to talk to you here; it's really important; I'm not trying to pick you up -- I'm a devoted family man but I need to talk to someone about my daughter. Can we do coffee right here at this al fresco cafe?"

Alice isn't in a hurry and she assumes his daughter must be giving him a hard time, perhaps knocking around with the wrong people or experimenting with dangerous drugs and he needs someone to talk to about it.

They take a seat in the mall enclosure and exchange names while a waitress takes their order and he pays with a $5 tip. "So you think I'm like your daughter? Does she look like me?" Alice asks, putting him on the spot. She can tell he's nervous and she's wary in case he's trouble.

"Well, in some ways yes, that's why you caught my attention back there at the checkout. My daughter looks younger than she really is you see; she's 21 but looks quite small for her age pretty much the same shape and height as you."

"She's giving you a hard time misbehaving maybe, ignoring you probably, got a whacko boyfriend and he's a worry, is that it?"

"No, not that, it's something more serious and I don't know how to go about it."

"She's on to drugs or got a bun in the oven and she's frantic, is that what it is?"

"No, she's a good kid that way, straight as a dye but..."

"But she's giving you a hard time in another way, something about sex maybe? If she's a good kid why is she giving you a hard time?"

"Well, I hate to say it but she makes me hard and I can't get her out of my mind; I feel like a dirty old man because she's so well behaved and..."

"Oh I get it, Alice cuts in, "but you're not. To put it bluntly you want to screw your daughter!" Alice leans back grinning and Danny looks around nervously as heads turn in his direction from people seated at nearby tables overhearing Alice's unintended raised voice.

The red-faced shy suburban daddy leans closer to Alice and whispers her to hush it a bit. "Well it's not quite that either and that's why I need to talk to someone like you, someone her age that even looks somehow similar so I can get a more accurate answer."

"Mister you'd better tell me straight what's the simplest question you want the answer to and why you're hoping I can answer it because so far you are all over the place."

"Okay okay, I'll try to put it another way, I don't want you to storm off and leave me sitting here like a lame duck after everyone around us hearing you say I want to screw my daughter; look, what I want to know is close to the mark but not quite that."

"You're talking double Dutch again mister, can you get to the point," Alice says tersely folding her arms signalling her indifference."

He leans over whispering to her in a nervous tone. "I don't know how to say this but don't laugh when I tell you, but I'm 42 years of age and I'm not very experienced in sex and yes, I'd dearly love to get my daughter in the cot and have a long session with her. Being about her age you will either understand that or most likely be disgusted."

"Yes I can," she replies, surprising him and sending his pulse racing.

"You can? Really? Oh thank God for that I was about to give up thinking no one would understand or be able to help me."

"Look mister..."

"It's Danny," he interrupts.

"Look Danny I was an adopted child and raised by a guardian uncle and the very day I turned 21 we did it. It was coming for a long while actually and it was only four months ago it happened. I can imagine there must be other men like him and my uncle Bernie is a God fearing man who used to read scriptures to me night after night going to bed and I'd lay there undressed on the bed because that's how he liked to see me saying it reminds him of how pure I was. He wanted me to stay virgin until I turned 21 as he was religiously strict with me but after 21 I could do whatever I liked. So maybe I can relate to you somehow," she says in a more discreet voice."Now can't you just tell your daughter how you feel about her?"

"Oh heavens no, that's the whole problem. On one hand she's a sexy young thing getting about the house in tight figure hugging things like you're wearing now and I can see the shape of it in the front of her shorts like I noticed with you and....."

"So you like looking at pussies in tight pants? Well that's what I wear these shorts for with no undies so men notice me. I like to turn them on; it's a girlie thing you know as lots of us chicks get kicks from prick teasing in the street."

"Okay Alice, I'll level with you. My daughter looks so sexy just like you with all the curves in the right places even though she's small and hasn't got big boobs, but she's got a killer arse that would make any man drool and it's getting to me. I'd love to rip the clothes off her and have my way with her."

"But you'd probably let her down Danny, you just told me you're very inexperienced and modern chicks today you know, they want a man to know where he's coming from, like he's got to be treasonably confident in sex and know how to light her fire. The days of missed orgasms are gone mister and if a guy can't rock her she might be gone next."

"Yeah like my wife."

"Your wife left you? When?"

"Two years ago."

"Oh my gawd, no wonder you're horny for your Dawnie," she giggles.

"Look Alice it's no laughing matter, it's sending me crazy but even if I could find out from someone else how she'd respond in sex that would keep me going for a while. You know, wondering how it must feel for her to have me inside her, does she masturbate and would she get very worked up in sex and make sexy noises."

"I can see you've got it bad wondering all that but wouldn't it be better to actually take her to bed?"

"What? Mission Impossible? I'd more likely win the lottery before she'd let me do that. No, it's safer to find out from someone else her own age, someone even with a tight young sexy body even down to having much the same tiny tits."

"Like me for example?" Alice asks poignantly. "Is that why you stopped me in the mall to find out if I'd go to bed with you to get an idea of what it must be like to screw your own daughter?

"Well to be honest you resemble her in body size and shape but you look too young I hope I haven't made an idiot of myself talking to a 17 year-old."

"No you haven't, I'm definitely 21 and I'm used to people thinking I'm years younger than I am. I've got this baby face and with my body size and shape I suppose it's easy for strangers to jump to conclusions."

"Well I think you look smashing anyway. I was behind you in the queue at the checkout and couldn't take my eyes off your beautiful tight bum in those short shorts," he confesses. "Anyway I rather go for small breasts after seeing the upraised shadowy outline of my daughter's puffy domes sticking out without the need for a bra."

"Well, well, well Danny. She's got puffy nipples and I have them too, and guess you're lucky I'm the same age as her. But don't you feel you're a dirty old man wanting it with your daughter?"

He hangs his head as if in shame. "I know. I know. That's the part that's sending me crazy. I want to make up for all the years I was hopeless in bed but there's another thing. Dawn doesn't know how I feel and she's very prim and proper and would be horrified to think I'm talking to someone about her let alone what I'm thinking. You know, she sings in the church choir" "Hey Danny, hello? So what if she's in the church choir? Priests and church ministers from other denominations sometimes cross the line and do a different kind of preaching. No one's beyond the reach of the devil if the circumstances are right for sin and nobody's perfect. If you think she's perfect you're mistaken."

"Okay okay, don't give me a sermon; I just think she's perfect in another way maybe."

"So you want something you can't have and you're determined to have the next best thing, to get idea how what it would be like for her having sex but doing it with someone her age and similar physical size and that. You got it real bad eh?"

"You got it lady, you nipped it in the bud right there. At least it might satisfy me if I could find out and when I fantasise about her it would be more real."

"But you'd still like to get her into the mood and do something if you ever could eh?"

"Yeah, spot on again. I got it bad," he agrees. I suppose you think I'm a real rat."

"No, I think you're just very frustrated and if you're as inexperienced as you say you just don't know how to turn things around. Danny all this is personal stuff but I'm asking you a more personal question now and I want a straight answer and an honest one. How big are you down below?"

"You heard me. Do you want me to say it a lot louder?"

"Hell no! It's seven and a bit inches erect."

"Skinny one or fatter girth? "she asks leaning closer. "I'd say fatter, I don't go around comparing them, it's just on two inches across in girth."

The 21 year-old pigtails honey blonde raises her eyebrows approvingly. "Well that's pretty cool, that's a size that would please most women."

"Would it put a smile on your face?" he jokingly asks looking her in the eye with hope written all over his face.

"I'm not a sex worker Danny; I'm just like any amateur chick that can enjoy a bit of sex with an older man especially when it's a naughty situation like helping him work out his frustrations. If you're that size it should put a smile on Dawn's face for starters because one day eventually she might come across a man who's bigger than that. Hang on, I should say one day she a man bigger than that might come across her!" she giggles.

"So you think my Dawn's not beyond temptation?"

"Of course," Alice laughs.

She leans back and studies the nervous wreck sitting opposite her. He projects an expression of utter embarrassment; after all he's a family man from the leafy suburbs, middle class so-called everyday people, talking to a young woman the same age and physical attributes of his own daughter and worse, a complete stranger, about a fetish for physical fun."

She sees a typical husband of someone, a working man from the suburbs who's led a dull life by the sounds of it. He looks fit and not bad looking with a strong square jaw and very square in his lifestyle. He wants to experience the experience of having sex with his sassy sibling who's the best looking songbird in the church choir. He wants to know though how well she can sing when she's on cloud nine halfway to heaven in some dubious dalliance with her daddy.

"I think I've worked you out Danny," Alice confides closely. "Excuse the expression, but you need a good roll in the cot with someone your daughter's age."

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