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Sexual Healing – Part Six

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Kim was nervously flicking her finger back and forth over the buttons on the cuff of her shirtsleeve.
“You’re starting to sound like a high school kid waiting for her date.”
“That’s how I feel.”
Connie admitted that she felt that way herself. She looked at the wall clock — almost seven. She forced herself to stop pacing in front of the large sectional upon which Kim was nervously sitting.
She glanced at Kim and again marveled at the lust her young lover could inspire in her. Kim was wearing only the enormously oversized Arrow shirt. It was tailored for a man — a very big man. But it barely contained the richly rolling swells of Kim’s magnificent tits. The flash of her long, bare legs beneath it led her thoughts to dwell on what lay at their juncture and she felt her juices trickling in response.
“I feel kind of funny about doing this here, too,” Kim said.
“Not me,” Connie said happily. I’ve dreamed of this!” Impulsively, she bent and kissed Kimberly’s forehead, brushing one hand through the luxuriant mass of her rich hair.
“But won’t your husband mind?”
Connie took Kim’s face in both hands and kissed her softly on the lips. “I told you, honey — Jerry and I talked about this and he said the only way to find out is to try it out.” And with Jerry out of town for the night — he was addressing a seminar in Rochester — the timing couldn’t have been better. It was an experiment — the first time either of them had brought a lover to their home.
Both women tensed at the sound of the car pulling up outside. Connie straightened and stepped back. “Do I look okay?” She pirouetted for Kim.
“You look yummy.” And it was true. Connie was wearing a pair of designer jeans that molded themselves to her taut ass and trim legs. Her blouse was a pale blue, loose and simply cut and light in weight. And when she was standing sideways in front of a light, her firm breasts were clearly silhouetted in it.
Connie smiled at Kim, then went to the door. She opened it and beckoned to the woman standing at the base of the steps.
Emily smiled warmly and gracefully came up to the door.
“I hope I am not late!” she said in her breathy, softly accented voice.
“Not in the least.” Connie held the door for their guest and kissed her lightly on her cheek. Emily was wearing something with a light citrus scent. In one hand she held a Mark Cross briefcase; in the other was a matching tote bag that clanged softly of glass.
“Welcome to my home!”
“Hello!” Kim stood and bounced over to Emily. A flush was already rising in the lovely Oriental face. Kim bussed her on the cheek and the flush deepened.
“Let me take your coat?” Emily put down her burdens and let Connie help her out of the coat while Kim asked about the ride from New York. Emily was wearing a beautifully tailored skirt suit in a herringbone tweed and a white silk blouse with a bright red oversized scarf arranged at the neck. She was at once business-like and alluring. Connie had no doubt that Emily caused discomfort among her colleagues. With such attire, she could easily move from business bitch to sex goddess and back again with a shift in posture or expression.
“Shall we open some wine?” Emily asked, removing her jacket.
“Yes!” Connie chirped, closing the coat closet door behind her. The glasses and a corkscrew were waiting on the coffee table. Emily was putting three bottles of wine next to them.
Emily sat a foot away from Kim while Connie sat at the corner of the sectional, facing them, and began opening the first bottle of wine.
“I was so pleased at your invitation,” Emily said. “I had been hoping you would phone me.”
“We really wanted to get to know you better and thought this would be the perfect way,” Kim replied.
“We were delighted you could…come,” Connie added. She was the one who’d suggested Emily bring the wine. She’d told Emily that she would take care of the food herself. Not that Connie could cook worth a damn — she’d ordered a delivery of hot Italian food from a rather pricey establishment in Englewood. She poured wine into the three glasses.
“To new friends,” Connie said, raising her glass. The others followed suit, the gesture drawing Kim’s shirt tighter across her magnificent breasts and revealing one nipple already hugely swollen.
“May I take off my shoes?” Emily asked politely.
“Get comfortable,” Connie said enthusiastically.
“Yes, take off whatever you like — please!” Kim added, and then blushed furiously. Connie chuckled and Emily merely smiled happily.
The three chatted about their fields of employment — Connie could not bring herself to call what she had “a career” — and drank wine. They talked about plays, movies and ballets recently seen. And drank more wine. By the time Connie got the conversation around to the place where they’d first met — an adult toy store in Greenwich Village — they’d killed the first bottle of wine and Connie was opening the second.
“The wine is making me quite warm,” Emily announced, removing her jacket and the silk scarf, then unbuttoning the top two buttons of her silk blouse.
“Would you like to change into something more comfortable?” Connie asked. “One of my husband’s shirts might be quite comfortable.”
“I — ”
Kim leaned over and put her face close to Emily’s. “Come on — get comfy. I feel like a slob dressed like this with you dressed like that. Besides, the food will be Italian and you don’t want to get tomato sauce on that lovely blouse.” She glided one hand up Emily’s arm to her shoulder and squeezed slightly. Connie watched the lovely Japanese woman’s blush deepen and saw her nipples hardening within the blouse and bra.
“If it would not be too much trouble — ?”
“No trouble at all.” Connie stood. “Come on.” She held her hands out the two women. They accepted her invitation and she led them toward the bedroom.
“You have a lovely home,” Emily said softly. “Beautifullyfurnished.” She was staring rather fixedly at the king-size waterbed. Next to it was the makeup case that contained what Kim had brought to the get-together: toys.
“Here.” Connie produced a pair of padded hangers for Emily’s career clothing. Kim took one and hung Emily’s jacket and scarf on it. The smoldering Asian began to unbutton her blouse, but Connie stepped in front of her. “Let me help,” she said softly and slowly unfastened the buttons.
“You have such a lovely complexion,” Emily said quietly, and brushed her fingertips across Connie’s cheek.
“You have such a lovely throat,” Connie replied and leaned her head forward to kiss Emily’s pale throat. She felt the Japanese woman shiver and kissed the base of her neck as she finishing opening the blouse.
“I’ll take that,” Kim said from behind Emily, and then her hands were brushing the blouse off Emily’s shoulders. The white, seamless bra was not designed to give support and Emily didn’t need it. Her breasts were full and perfectly round, and in exquisite proportion to the rest of her curves. Within the bra, her nipples were very tiny and very hard. Connie let her fingertips graze over the encased breasts and heard Emily’s sudden gasp of pleasure.
“And I’ll take that,” Kim whispered, standing behind Emily and now pressed her lips to the silken shoulder as she unfastened the clasp of the bra. Emily leaned her head back and turn her face, Kim’s lips descended on hers hungrily. Connie kissed her way down to Emily’s breasts, pushed the loosely hanging bra down. Emily let it slide of her arms and then shivered as Connie began licking her breasts.
Connie was amazed at the firmness of Emily’s tits. They were almost hard and they were fabulously smooth. She wanted to paint them with her tongue, but that would come later. She licked and kissed her way lower, dropping to her knees. Her fingers found and undid the clasp and zipper at the back of Emily’s skirt. She slid it down the dark-stockinged legs and sighed with pleasure against the firm abdomen when she discovered the blue silk panties and the garterbelt holding up the dark stockings — also silk.
Emily stepped out of the skirt. While Connie tore herself away long enough to put the skirt neatly across the night-table, Kim turned Emily toward her and took her fully in her arms. They were still kissing hungrily, passionately, and their hands were busily exploring each other’s body.
Connie skinned out of her jeans and unbuttoned her blouse, but left it on. It was her only garment as she moved beside the two women. She slipped her hands between them and began undoing the buttons of Kim’s shirt.
“You’ve got to see her nipples,” she whispered to Emily.
Kim broke the kiss long enough to murmur, “And kiss them.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Emily sighed, her fingers frantically joining Connie’s. The last two buttons tore off the shirt, but nobody paid attention.
“You’re breasts are magnificent!” Emily gasped and dropped her mouth over Kim’s huge, swollen left nipple. Connie did the same with the right nozzle and Kim shuddered with pleasure. Kim put her hands at the backs of their heads and pulled their mouths feverishly against her heaving breasts. Connie began to lightly bite Kim’s tremendouslyengorged nipple and felt her young lover quiver.
“I c-can’t st-stand,” Kim stuttered.
“Bed,” Connie said softly. Still fastened, the trio crossed the two steps separating them from the bed. As soon as she felt the edge of the bed against the backs of her knees, Kim began a slow-motion collapse. Emily and Connie fell with her, one to either side.
The three women lay next to each other on the broad expanse of the waterbed. Connie continued her tandem suckling with Emily for a few moments, then began sliding lower on the bed, lips and fingers busy with the happy work of further inflaming the lushly curved young woman. She paused only long enough to slide Emily’s silk panties down over the garters and long, restlessly moving legs.
For a moment, Connie was presented with a quandary — whicharomatic cunt to lick first? Kim’s beautiful blonde quim was gleaming and swollen with lust — but there was Emily’s perfectly shaped pussy, with its compact tuft of straight, fine soft black hair, beckoning to her from between the narrow patches of alabaster thigh above the dark silk stockings.
The decision was made for her. With a soft moan of “I must taste you!” Emily turned and buried her face between Kim’s firm thighs, her straight black hair falling forward and presenting a stunning contrast with Kim’s milky flesh.
Connie wasted not a moment. She quickly scooted around on the bed and began kissing and caressing Emily’s taut flesh. Her lips worked their way down Emily’s beautifully arched spine while her hands wandered over her sleek flesh. She reached beneath Emily to take one tiny, pebble-hard nipple in her fingers and tweak it. She heard Emily’s moan of pleasure and felt her shudder, and pinched the nipple harder. Emily began to shake, her trim hips bucking.
Connie’s lips found Emily’s buttocks, firm and tight and arched up. She licked back and forth on the inner swells, long savoring swipes of her tongue, as she repositioned herself behind Emily. She took the Japanese woman’s hips in her hands and buried her face between her cheeks, inhaling and savoring the rich, clean fragrance. Then Connie began teasing, circular strokes of her tongue that never quite made contact with the small, pink pinhole of Emily’s anus. Connie slid her hands around further, caressing Emily’s abdomen and then stroking her pubis, just as she heard Kim’s grunts of orgasmic pleasure and felt the bed undulate with her writhing.
Connie let one finger slip lower and began caressing the hard nodule of Emily’s clitoris. Emily stiffened and pressed her ass up and back — and Connie abruptly drove her stiffened tongue against Emily’s butt-hole. Emily shuddered and Connie slipped a finger inside her cunt just in time to have the digit gripped and sucked by the contracted muscles. She was shocked at the tightness, even after Emily’s orgasm passed. The woman had a minuscule cunt!
Connie pulled away, rolled to her back, then wiggled forward between Emily’s legs and beneath her cunt. She reached up with both hands and grabbed the fine, round ass cheeks and pulled Emily’s drooling pussy down onto her mouth. Connie feasted. Emily’s taste was clean, yet, musky — rich with the aroma of a mature woman in good health and high heat. Emily’s clitoris was swollen and quite prominent, large enough for Connie to fastened her lips around it and suck, as if it were a very tiny cock. She moved lower and tried to thrust her tongue into the tight little Japanese snatch. She just barely got the tip of her tongue past the swollen labia and into Emily’s cunt when she felt the tiny pussy grip her tongue-tip and begin pulsing.
Connie could hear Kim’s wails of pleasure growing louder and more high-pitched as Emily passed on the delights Connie was providing. Connie moved her lips again to that wonderfully oversized clitoris and reached worked one hand up between Emily’s legs. As she lip-nibbled Emily’s clitoris, she worked one finger torturously into her tiny cunt, struggling to get it deeper until she finally felt the swollen nodule of nerves she sought. As she continued suckling at Emily’s clit, Connie began massaging her G-spot.
Emily froze, her inner muscles spasming, and loudly grunted against Kim’s cunt. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” Over and over, the sounds audible even above Kim’s shrieking and past the muffling of Kim’s thighs. Connie could feel the power of the guttural noises through Emily’s taut frame.
Suddenly, Emily’s belly and cunt tightened still further. Connie felt her shifting, kneeling upright and heard her loud cry: “Oh! I cannot stand it!”
A huge gush of juices suddenly was expelled from Emily’s cunt, literally flooding Connie’s hand and chin. She was shocked intomotionlessness for a moment, thinking Emily had pissed on her — and then realized it was something else, entirely, something she’d never before encountered.
Connie continued her lip and finger work and again Emily tensed and gushed on her — and then collapsed onto her side on the bed,disengaging Connie’s lips and finger. Her legs were drawn up to her chest and she clasped her knees, panting and gasping and stillshuddering with pleasure. Connie quickly rolled behind her and licked her tongue up and down the fat little muffin of Emily’s labia.
“Please, no more! No more!” Emily moaned and Connie relented.
Kim rolled to her side as Connie did and they both wrapped Emily in their arms. Kim leaned across Emily to kiss Connie, then whispered, wonderingly: “Your face is so wet!”
Connie just nodded. She and Kim continued gentling Emily with soft kisses and caress until the juicy Japanese lawyer finally relaxed and caught her breath, stretching her well-curved legs and sighing.
“I am so embarrassed!” she confessed.
“I’ve never seen that before,” Connie admitted. “Does it always happen, gushing like that?” She met Kim’s eyes. “When she came at the end, these juices just spurted out of her!”
“Please, I am sorry,” Emily said softly, half-sobbing.
“No, no — it was wonderful!” Connie insisted. “Does it always happen?”
“Only — only when the pleasure is too great and does not relent. Then I feel as if I must void my bladder — but instead, this great outpouring of juices happens. It has only happened a few times.” Her voice grew still quieter. “And only once with a man. Usually, it is with a wonderful, voracious woman.”
“It certainly makes me very hot. I almost came when you did that!”
Emily’s eyes widened at the same time Kim’s did. “We must see to Connie’s pleasures!”
“Yes!” Kim said, licking her lips. She and Emily began turning to Connie — but Connie glanced at the clock and groaned.
“No, we can’t — food’s going to be here in ten minutes. After dinner, though — promise?”
Emily giggled sweetly. “Yes — you will be our after-dinnerdessert!”
“You’re in for a treat,” Kim said. “She has an amazing tongue.”
“Oh?”
Kim smiled shyly and then slowly extended her tongue. Out — out — out — and then up till it barely touched the tip of her nose.
Connie stared and felt her juices beginning to flow even more freely. She leaned her head forward and licked the underside of Emily’s tongue.
“Dessert!” she whispered. “But first — dinner.” She rolled away, hearing her cunt squish with unsatisfied juiciness. She stood beside the bed and said, “The delivery will be soon. Come on, girls — getdressed!”
“You sound like one of the school mistresses at my boardingschool,” Emily said, laughing sweetly and languorously climbing out of the bed. Kim sighed deeply, her fabulous tits rising and falling, then sat up with the lithe ease of her youth and clambered off the bed.
Connie handed Emily one of Jerry’s big flannel shirts while Kim rebuttoned her oversized shirt. Connie pulled on a lounging robe and fastened the sash carefully; she didn’t want the delivery-man to get ideas that weren’t welcome. While Kim and Emily washed their faces and hands, Connie got out the plates and tableware. Then it was her turn to wash up — regretfully, because she loved the feel of the savory woman-sauces drying on her face and chest.
Still, she didn’t need the delivery-man getting a whiff of her sapphic adventures, either.
She rejoined Kim and Emily just as Kim was saying, ” — never met him…but I’d like to!”
Emily’s expression was one of surprise. “Connie — Kim says she has never met your husband. I would have thought he’d prefer to join the two of you!”
Connie poured herself some more wine and laughed. “It’s just not his thing, sad to say. But I have a surprise for Kim.”
“Oh?” Kim looked as if she were afraid to be hopeful.
“Remember I told you he wouldn’t refuse me anything for ouranniversary?”
Kim nodded.
“Guess what I asked for.”
Kim shrieked and threw her arms around Connie. “Oh, you’rewonderful!”
“Am I to understand correctly?” Emily queried. “For youranniversary, you asked your husband to join you and Kimberly for a tryst?”
“More like an orgy,” Connie said, just as they heard the truck pull up outside. She grabbed her wallet from the small writing desk and got to the door just as the bell rang.
The delivery-man was a tall, heavily built young man with a strong face — and busy eyes. As Connie opened the door, her leered down the front of her robe, than brazenly ogled Kim and Emily as Connie directed him to unpack the aluminum hotpack containers on the dining table.
Connie signed the receipt and strode to the door. Only when she turned did she realize he hadn’t followed her.
“Sure I can’t deliver anything else for you fine looking ladies?” He had cocked one eyebrow in what he probably thought was a devastating expression. Connie thought he looked stupid.
“Positive. Do you want a tip?”
“Hey, babe, depends. I’d like three of them.”
She opened the door. “Out.”
“Hey, what’s the problem — ”
Emily stepped toward him and assumed a karate stance. “Do not test my patience — leave!”
“Hey, I didn’t mean nothin’, just thought you ladies might enjoy having ten inches of Italian sausage.” But even as he blathered, he was backing toward the door.
As soon as he stepped through, Connie closed the door on his muttered, “Fuckin’ frigid lezzie bitches need — ”
Shaking her head, Connie stepped into the dining area with her two lovers.
“Were you really going to hit him or something?” Kim asked.
Emily smiled. “I don’t know the first thing about fighting, but most ignorant men believe all Japanese are ninja assassins, trained from birth in deadly martial arts.” Her smile faded. “It’s unfortunate he is such a pig; he could be quite attractive, otherwise.”
“‘Ten inches of Italian sausage’!” Connie repeated, shaking her head. She was setting the food onto serving dishes and the room was filling with the aroma of lasagna, veal parmigiana, chicken francesi, spaghetti, meat sauce.
“Speaking of which…” Kim said, hinting not too subtly.
Connie laughed, then explained to the bewildered Emily: “Kim is very eager to meet my husband.”
“He must be a remarkable man,” Emily said courteously.
“Actually, she’s more interested in his remarkable penis.”
“Excuse me?”
Connie doled herself spaghetti and took a piece of the veal. “Tell her, Kimberly.”
Kim, blushing, said, “I’ve always wanted to make it with a man who was really well-hung and — well, Connie’s married to one.”
“Oh?” Emily was delicately cutting into the chicken.
“Yeah, Jerry’s hung, all right,” Connie explained. She put down her fork and held her hands up about ten inches apart. “And thick as my wrist. And he knows how to use it!”
“I see,” Emily said. “And it is not painful for one as petite as you?”
Connie shrugged. “Sometimes a little, but he’s so gentle and gets me so wet that it feels great. Feels like my whole body is impaled on him.” She helped herself to some antipasto. “You must have a tough time with big dicks.” She turned to Kim. “Smallest little pussy I’ve ever seen on a grownup.”
Emily nodded. “It was, in fact, the biggest reason Pete and I stopped associating.”
“Huh?” from Connie.
“My most recent lover. We were together for almost two years. He was very well-endowed, quite similar to your description of yourhusband. He was also sweet, loving, gentle and careful. But total insertion was never achieved and always it was too difficult for me to enjoy. He was always wiling to employ other means to give me pleasure, but it became an on-going source of tension for us. That, combined with my frequent associations with women, led me to desire his sexualattentions less and less frequently.” She took a precise bite of her chicken.
“Think he’d like me?”
Emily put down her knife and fork and stared across the table at Kimberly. “He’d certainly find you sexually attractive, but such a liaison would be very difficult for me, if you and I are to continue being friends. I loved him very deeply.”
“Oh, well,” Kim said sadly. “Easy come, easy go.”
“If it was easy come,” Emily said, “he and I would still betogether.” The trio laughed.
“So — do you prefer men or women?” Connie asked.
“I prefer women, but I enjoy the strength of a man, too,” Emily said.
“Kim?”
“I dunno. I like men a lot, but seem to get along better with women.”
“What about you, Connie?”
She smiled at Emily. “Equal-Opportunity sex fiend.” She speared a piece of veal. “I love hard cock any place I can fit it, and I crave sweet lips and hard nipples. As you may have noticed.”
“Have you ever had both?” Emily asked.
“Oh, sure.” Connie laughed. “In college, I was into some pretty wild orgies. Haven’t been into it, though, since Jerry. I fantasize about it, still, and soon Kim is going to help me have it again — with Jerry!”
“But there’s nothing we can do about your favorite fantasy, hon,” Kim noted.
Connie sighed. “Still, it’ll be great.”
“What is that fantasy?” Emily asked, and reached for the wine.
“I love to get a hard one in my butt while I eat a sweet pussy.”
“But your husband is too large?”
Connie nodded. “Tried, but he wouldn’t go on with it when he saw how difficult it was for me.”
“A most remarkable and loving man.”
“You bet,” Connie agreed. “But what are your fantasies, Emily?”
“I have enjoyed all of those that are possible,” she replied.
“What are the impossible ones, then?” Kim chimed in.
Emily blushed. “Well, I would like to know what it is like to be a man, with a woman, to slide slowly into her and feel her opening to me and on my flesh.”
“Hmmmm, that’s a tough one, alright,” Kim agreed.
But Connie was looking at Emily thoughtfully. “You know, there might be a way you could get an idea of what it’s like.”
“Oh, I have simulated it using marital aids — ”
“What?” Connie asked.
“Dildos,” Emily explained.
“No, I mean another way.” She paused to wolf down another bite of veal. “It won’t be the same as having a cock, but you’ll know what it’s like to slide into a woman and feel her opening to your flesh.”
“I don’t understand,” said Emily.
“You will,” Connie said. “Later. Pass the wine?”

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Fantasy

Modern Mage – Chapter 3

This chapter is a little longer than the first 2, with a lot more explanation of what his world is and introduces some of the dangers the denizens of the world face. There is no sex in this one, it’s more character development. The primary point of this story is the morality of having power and how to use it. Please leave any constructive feedback or let me know what you think of the story. If you have anything you want to see PM me and if it fits in the tale I’ll see about including it.
After looking into my past and seeing nothing but the nature of time and entropy bringing me to Vegas I was able to settle my thoughts and focus on getting settled in. I began by pulling out my laptop and searching for a real estate agent to assist me in finding a new home for myself. After searching and finding a suitable agent I settled down to meditate and work on my next investments. I sat my computer on my lap with my hands on the keyboard. While investors are losing money in the current economy I was doing well by using my ability to look through time as well as to alter probability in small ways. I never tried to make large changes as there was a double backlash for doing so. The first backlash is very mundane; if I do to well I have authorities looking at me and my past. Mages like myself must not draw attention. There are men and monsters out there that would kill us for being what we are, as well as others that would want to use and control us. While this is important to avoid the other has to do with the nature of Magic itself. As I’ve stated before, the nature of reality is that for most of the world it’s consensual, where Mages can tap into Magick and alter the world at will. The problem is that the farther we push what people accept the worse the backlash. My friend and mentor Marcus had told me stories about backlashes where the mage had pushed things too far and had done so where Mortals could see. The backlash caused the mage to suffer painfully, some mages have even died. The worst backlash he had ever heard of was a mage that tried to bring Magick out into the open and it had shredded his connection to the Magick, he became nothing more than mortal who knew the monsters were out there. They also knew of him as he was abusive with his power against them, not hiding it and being careful. Rumors are told that he is now the mindless obedient lap dog of a Vampire somewhere.
Marcus’s first lessons to me were about what the Spheres of Magick were and how to sense all of them before teaching me to actively control any of them. Marcus told me that many mages each believed that one Sphere of Magick was superior to the others and focused their skills there, paying little attention to the others. His opinion was that they left themselves weak by blinding themselves to other areas of power. From the story I told him of my awakening, he said I had a natural talent for what he called Forces. Forces is the Sphere of Magick dealing with energy fields of all types. This meant everything from light and gravity to radiation and even kinetic energy. He taught me to sit and sense everything around me until I could feel the slightest manipulation he made of energy fields that surrounded us. That was how our training sessions went until I could sense each of the 9 Spheres of magic around me. He explained that the limits of my power we’re my own understanding of each sphere hence teaching me to sense all 9, the amount of Magick I could pull through my connection to it at any one time, and as important as the ability to touch Magick, the imagination to shape it. While I am fairly competent in manipulating all the spheres a little, my aptitudes are for Time, Entropy and Forces. Enough of the history lesson for now, I’ll tell you more as the story continues, but you must be getting bored of dry information for the time being.
After sitting there focusing my power through the laptop, I started typing and making a few small investments for my clients and myself. Keeping us all in a comfortable lifestyle, none of us would get rich this way, but this was more a way of showing an income as a competent mage has no need of money if they can manipulate their reality. It was just after noon when I went down to the Valet to get my car and look at a few of the property developments around the area. I wanted to see some of my options before I decide to either buy or build my new home here. I drove through the communities surrounding the hotel and casino I was staying in. I liked the neighborhoods I was seeing as I drove through but the houses were still crowded close, not allowing for the kind of privacy I’d need. I decided to get ahold of the real estate agent I found and arrange to look for properties where I’d be able to build my home; or for a community where the homes had larger plots of land and more space between them. Having made my decision about the property search I headed back to the hotel.
While I was driving back to the casino, my mind kept returning to waking this morning and looking into Sindee’s eyes. I’d never felt a connection to someone like I did with her. I realize only being 21 and having a tragedy dominate my life since I was 16 didn’t allow me to form many connections with others. The major problem with starting a relationship with Sindee, or any sleeper as we call those who haven’t been exposed to the greater truth, is that it would put her into great danger if anyone or anything came after me again. While we Mages are powerful we suffer from what weakness that most of the other monsters out there don’t. We are as mortal as any other human being, we can increase our chances of surviving things that would kill many people but in the end we can be killed. Most Mages don’t die of natural causes or old age. I liked Sindee a lot and knew I could easily fall in love with her if we spent more time together, but was it fair to put her into that kind of danger for my feelings.
These thoughts led me to one of the things Marcus said to me about the nature of having power and the morality of how you use it. Mages are no longer simply human and many gain the power to ignore society and it moral guidelines. This of course brought up the old adage: Just because you have the power or ability to do something, should you do it? The answer is as simple as it is complex; it’s up to the individual who reaches the decision. No person has ever seen themselves as Evil, in their mind and morality what they are doing is the right thing. This applies to mortals, Mages, Vampires and the other beings that exist in the world. This brings me back to the situation concerning Sindee. I could continue the relationship in many ways with her not knowing any more than she does now. Second option is to end it, do my best to break her heart so she never wants anything to do with me again, not an option I like; however, it would protect her from my world. The third option is the most dangerous for both of us; I could work and try to carefully awaken her mind to the greater truth of the world. I mentioned in passing before not all awakened beings become mages. Many mortals have been exposed to portions of the greater reality, survivors or attacks by monsters, witnesses to a piece of Magick work that their minds couldn’t rationalize away. The few real psychics in the world are such awakened beings as well, they were born awakened. The mortals are the most interesting cases because there are a few paths that they choose once they know what’s going on. Most mortals who reach a greater understanding continue with their lives just more wary as they go about their daily lives. Some lose control and wind up in mental hospitals. The last two groups are the most dangerous; the first group tries to work with the monsters to gain power or protection. Those that fail are usually killed, those that succeed become dangerous as most remain mortal and can’t be differentiated from others, acting as spies or errand runners, and others become monsters themselves. The smallest group and perhaps the most dangerous of the awakened mortals are those that become what we call Hunters. The people are usually, but not always, survivors of some kind of attack. These hunters were dangerous because they didn’t accept that these monsters and other beings were just like mortals in which they had their own morality to live with. I have to admit that some Vampires are as helpful to mortals as others are deadly. I speak mostly of Vampires as examples because they are the easiest of the other beings in the world for mortals to accept as a possibility, got to love Hollywood for that.
That explains part of the danger in awakening Sindee or anyone else for that matter. In regard to that possibility my concerns were that she wouldn’t be able to accept the knowledge of the greater world, or that she would reject me just because of what I am. Those concerns aside the second danger in trying to awaken the mind meant that I could suffer a backlash from what I would need to do to open her eyes and mind to this greater reality. This backlash could easily kill me because while the Magick would affect the mind the main Sphere used in this process is what we call Prime. Prime is the Sphere that encompasses the nature of Magick and power itself, suffering a backlash from this Sphere has killed many Mages or done even worse to them. The nature of Magick meant that there were actual worse possibilities than death when one messed up. There was one other possibility that was remote but it was there. As I said before Mages aren’t born with the connection to Magick, when some mortals Awaken they are so ready to accept the greater truth or they have such powerful wills that a connection is made to the Magick itself. I may explain how this connection works down the line but I want to save that until your mind is ready to handle it.
These thoughts filled my head as I drove back to the hotel. I knew I didn’t have to decide now, but the time I would was going to come fast. I know most of you are thinking that I should look to the future and see what happens. Unfortunately it just doesn’t work that way when looking ahead. When looking into the future you see the possible paths that may come about and when using Entropy as I do for investments it lets me see the most like outcome so I can bet in that direction. When trying to awaken a mind however the nature of Magick itself came into play and that is unpredictable. A useful tip about time Magick is that the future is always harder than the past. I dropped the car back at valet and headed into the casino. It was getting to be near time to eat, I called Sindee to see if she would be available for dinner. Unfortunately she started back to work that evening. I had interrupted her “Girls Night Out” the previous evening so she wasn’t able to go out that evening. We made plans to meet up on her next day off as she worked 12 hour rotations as a doctor. I decided to go to the Strip and check out the local nightlife. I guess the best way to put it is that Mages and other Supernatural beings traveled and hid in plain sight. It boils down to the fact that nobody expects their neighbors of being anything else but normal people, while the guy living in the cabin out in the woods id regarded with suspicion. That is how so many of us manage to hide in plain sight and remain unnoticed in the world.
I dressed comfortably for walking up and down the strip and headed that way. Once I got down there I dropped my car off at the valet of the Excalibur so I could just come back and get it later. I started to walk the Strip looking for all intents and purposes like any other tourist. I reach to the portion of Magick always within me and applied this passively to my senses. While this would tire me from the energy it used from my body, I could counteract that by grabbing food and such as I went along. The reason I risked this while it was passive it could warn me of any supernatural threats directed at me. This allowed me to protect myself without announcing to anyone actively searching for magic users of any kind.
I should explain a little more about the difference between Magick and other types of magic. When most people talk of magic they have a couple of ideas of what it is. They think of books like Harry Potter, or Merlin from tales told in family movies and horrors. Those are closer to hedge magic that anyone can learn than to Magick. A Mage’s Magick allows us to alter reality itself and in doing so we change the constant of the world. A powerful enough Mage can change anything limited only by their power, imagination, knowledge both of Magick and what they are trying to alter, and the backlash they are willing to risk for changing it. Other magic is limited in what it can do, for the most part it has a singular area of effect and requires specific knowledge or that you be a specific type of supernatural being. In the end run it is easiest explained as this, anyone can be taught to use magic. All normal mortals can use hedge wizardry, most supernatural beings as well. This is because it only takes knowledge and materials that can be acquired without any advanced knowledge beyond the simple belief that magic is possible. More than anything else all magic requires that the caster believe in what they are doing which is why most other hedge wizardry like voodoo doesn’t work for most people who try to use it. They simply don’t believe.
As I walked down the Strip, I watched the tourists going to and from the different casinos and shops oblivious to the world around them. I could sense several magic users as I walked and there were a couple of buildings that had their own connection to Magick. I didn’t enter any of those; I didn’t know the groups of Mages were or what their views on other Mages were and I wasn’t going to risk getting killed by entering their territory uninvited or announced. Most Mages are like most people, some good others not so much. When I meet another Mage I am willing to be friendly, share information, teach them if they want to learn, learn what they want to teach. There are some Mages out there who have forsaken all of their humanity for the sake of power going to unimaginable lengths to gain more, while dangerous they aren’t the worst and are easier to avoid. The Mages most dangerous are those who the power has driven insane. They have all the powers of other mages but can do anything without suffering a backlash as they exist in their own reality. I have never seen or met one of these Mages and hope to never have the misfortune of doing so.
As I started my way back up the other side of the Strip as night came. I started to watch everything around me as I knew this was the time that vampires would be coming out to hunt and feed. Modern fiction has gotten a few things right and some others wrong. If I had to guess it’s the Vampires themselves writing the books to make their existence more acceptable to humanity as well as make them seem less dangerous. I used my power to protect myself, to try and save others would expose me for what I am and a Vampire would love to get a true Mage under their control. I sensed several vampires in the first 15 minutes after sunset and realized that the strip was not a place for an unprepared Mage after dark. While I’d be able to stop a vampire with Magick, the most effective ways of doing so would create a backlash with this many witnesses around me. I made the decision to get out off of the strip quickly for now so. I wouldn’t normally worry about Vampires but with so many I needed to make sure I was prepared to be in their hunting grounds. I immediately touched the Mind and Prime Spheres and warded myself against mental and emotional powers being used against me. I turned into the driveway at the next casino I came to and walked up to the entrance to grab a cab. As I got into the cab I locked eyes with a woman coming out of the entrance. She was about my height with honey blonde hair and soft brown eyes. She had the trim athletic build of a dancer or model. I felt the push against my mind as she stared at me. I broke eye contact immediately and told the driver to take me to the Excalibur. I got my car and headed back to my hotel quickly. If I was going to live here I needed to find out more about the politics of the city, and I don’t mean mortal Politics. I now knew that there were several Supernatural communities sharing Las Vegas. This meant there was something special about this city beyond money and told me I was guided here for a reason. With the exception of seeing Sindee again, I was no longer thanking whatever brought me here.
Once I got back to my hotel I was able to calm down and relax a little. I decided to grab a late meal and take the time to think things through some more. I had several issues on my mind. First was Sindee, I knew what I wanted to do but wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do. I had feeling for her and doing what I wanted to could put her in danger more than just knowing me already has. Second was this city, there was something coming or so many supernatural beings wouldn’t be here. Supernaturals exist everywhere, but in limited numbers. That I saw several Vampires and felt at least one Stronghold for Mages so close together tells me that most likely all Supernatural races were represented in this city. I was going to need to find out who this Cities mages were, there were at least two groups as well as how many other possible individual mages. Third was finding a home and making my preparations to place protective Wards on it. The wards had two purposes, protecting the home and people in it from outside magic and powers, and creating a place where I and other Mages could practice without any possibility of a backlash.
I guess I should explain how I’ve avoided a backlash so far as you’ve seen me use Magick in the open world. First as you may have noticed all of the effects I produced were either passive or could not be seen such as effecting the mind. Not all magic that affects the mind is passive. If I needed or wanted to; I could communicate mentally with anyone. Doing this with a sleeper would cause a backlash as their minds wouldn’t accept it. For me or the mage who did this the backlash would hit them with an effect from the same Spheres of Magick they were manipulating. For the mortal a couple things could happen. In most cases the sleeper would brush it off and their mind would let it go as a noise they heard from someone yelling or a daydream. Some of those with stronger wills would be made curious and try to look into it but not worry. In a very few normal mortals this could trigger the epiphany that awakens them to the larger truth of the world.
After I finished my meal I went back up to my room for the night to get some rest. I texted Sindee telling her to have a good night and that I’d talk to her and see her again soon. I lay down and went asleep quickly as I was tired from the long day. It was still dark a when snapped awake for some reason. I stayed still as my eyes searched the darkness for whatever had caused me to wake. I felt the bed shift to my right side. I rolled out of bed to my left towards the window of the room. I felt something dig into my right ribs and back as I was just coming off the bed. I was hurting, in a lot of pain when I came to my feet in a crouch by the window. I continued to listen for movement when I heard the springs in the mattress creak. I looked in the direction of the sounds and saw a pale red glow in the darkness and knew what I was facing. I grabbed the curtain with my left hand and yanked it down as hard as I could letting the ambient light from the city into the room letting me see better. A few feet away from me on the bed looking like the dangerous predator that she was, the blonde vampire from earlier in the evening was crouched with her fangs distended. I knew this could go either way depending on what other powers she possessed. Once a vampire get this close all the power a mage has still may not be enough to save him. She dove at me from the bed reaching out with her sharp claws trying to get ahold of me. As soon as she moved toward me, I slid to the left as dove along the floor across the room as far as I could. She caught me on the right side again as I went past her, digging a few chunks of flesh from my side. As soon as I stopped sliding I did my best to focus past the pain to cast an effect to save my life. I reached out into the Magick and cast what I’ve come to call Friction Curse. This effect used Forces and caused kinetic energy to be converted into fire, so it was highly effective against Vampires. She charged at me just as I managed to cast the spell at her. One moment she’s charging at me, the next she’s a cloud of ash and gone. Unfortunately for me, the moment between the casting and her destruction was long enough for her to get another piece of me dislocating my shoulder and tearing my right arm up to match the ribs. She also let out a scream of pain so load I knew security would be coming to the room.
I had to act quickly as I was losing blood and getting woozy. I knew I was going to pass out and had to make sure that it looked like an accident and not like someone was attacked or the police would be getting involved. I grabbed onto the curtain I yanked and broke the glass lamp pulling it to the floor under me to make it look like I passed out and landed on the glass explaining my dislocated shoulder and the cuts along my side and arm. I couldn’t risk healing the damage with security coming so I raised my blood sugar to the point where it would explain fainting when I was found. I finished all this just in time as I heard pounding on the door as blood loss and the high blood sugar caused me to pass out. Last thing I heard was someone yelling security.
I woke up a few hours later and was positive I was dreaming or I was dead as there were two people hovering over me who shouldn’t be there. The first was Sindee who I was looking forward to seeing again soon. I the other was a face I hadn’t seen since shortly after my 16th birthday, and didn’t think I’d ever see again; my brother Matt. Sindee spoke as soon as she saw my eyes open, “Andrew are you alright?”
I looked around to get my bearings before I replied, I knew I passed out and saw from the clock that it had been a while. “Where am I and what happened and how are you here Sindee,” I asked.
Matt stood there silently watching while Sindee replied, “You’re in the hospital emergency room. You apparently passed out and fell on a lamp, you have several lacerations on you right side, back and right arm, and your shoulder had been dislocated. When you came in I recognized you and asked one of my colleagues to take care of you. You’re going to be fine,” she pointed towards Matt, “he relocated the shoulder back into the socket and stitched up the lacerations on your arm and the smaller ones on the back. The Lacerations on your ribs were deeper and required staples.” She smiled and continued, “I know you wanted to see me again before my day off but this isn’t the way to go about it.”
I smiled and laughed a little immediately regretting it as the damage to my side pained me a lot more that I thought it would. I groaned in pain briefly then replied, “It worked didn’t it. Don’t make me laugh though it hurts to move my chest right now.” I looked over to Matt, “Thank you for taking care of my Injuries Matt and congratulations on finishing med school, doing your residency here?”
Sindee got a surprised look on her face, “You know each other?”
Matt spoke up for the first time since I woke up, “He’s my brother Dr. Grey, though we haven’t seen each other in a few years.” He turned to look at me and in a stiff tone said, “You’re welcome Andrew. I have to get back to work.” With that he walked out of the room leaving Sindee and I alone.
“That went about as well as I could have expected it,” I stated to the room with a sarcastic tone. I took a deep breath though it hurt some as the lacerations stretched the stiches and staples. I looked back to Sindee who looked a little unsure of what to say, “We haven’t seen or spoken since just after we got home after the accident at the cabin. I had no idea he was even here in town.”
“I had no idea you were related as you were the only member of your family I met. I didn’t even think about the face that you both were named Graves, and there isn’t really a resemblance between the two of you. And….,” She was starting to ramble a bit.
“It’s alright; it’s nothing for you to worry about. I’ve missed him and my father but they both withdrew to themselves after what happened. I think I remind them of my mother and sisters because I look more like them and I’m the only other member of the family to survive that night.” I reached up to cup her face with my left hand as the right side was torn up, “I’m just glad that you’re here now. How long can you stay, and how long do I need to?”
Sindee cupped her hand around mine on her cheek and looked a little calmer, “My shift finished while you were being worked on so I can stay for a while. I can catch a couple hours here in the hospital before I start my next shift tonight. As for you Andrew, you’re injuries weren’t as severe as the amount of blood you lost. You’re staying here for at least tonight while we replace the blood and depending on what the doctor on duty decides; you may be able to leave in the morning.”
Sindee and I sat there talking for a little while, learning a little more about each other. I told her about my childhood before we met, and learned a lot about her. Sindee’s parents were both in Medicine, though they were researchers while she wanted to help people directly so studied emergency medicine. She was an only child and was curious about what it was like growing up in a big family. After about an hour or so I fell asleep from the pain killers, I wasn’t using Magick for a few reasons, most importantly being in the hospital in the first place. Others included not knowing if any of the staff had any special abilities or were supernatural beings themselves. I was going to need to at least start the healing process as slow as any other mortal.
I woke a few hours later when a nurse came into deliver a meal and to place another bag of blood on the IV hook. Sindee was sitting in the bed on my left side sleeping with her head on my shoulder. Looking down, seeing her sleeping there filled me with a sense of peace and contentment. I knew right then that I would do everything in my power to keep her in my life and protect her from harm. In the last two days my life had changed just as much as it had that night 5 years ago. I knew now that breaking her heart was out of the question, it would be like cutting out my own heart. I smiled at the nurse as she changed the IV bag, and waved the tray of food away. I settled back in the bed content with having Sindee with me. Now all I had to do was figure out what to do next and how to protect her from the world I live in…..

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True Story

Robin, part 1

The following story is essentially true. The first part is recounted from an earlier story, and the rest continues the story of my long affair with my first cousin. The events happened pretty much as described, though some parts occurred when I was very young, and I can’t remember everything precisely as it happened.
Names have been changed where needed.
Just a bit of background first…
My grandfather molested my mother and her oldest sister when they were in their teens. Her older sister, Peggy, left home as soon as she got out of high school, and went into the Navy, where she later met another sailor and got married. He already had two young daughters, Dale and Debbie, and they had two children of their own, Robin and Richard. Robin, the oldest, was in fact born just a few days before I was, and Richard was two or three years younger.
Once Peggy had left home, my own mother was next in line for her father’s attention, and he began molesting her. This continued for three or four years, until just before she finished high school. Her older brother returned from WWII, found out what was going on, and beat the old man within an inch of his life to make him stop molesting his daughter. My mother’s youngest sister was thus spared the same abuse the two older girls had endured.
On a side note, though, my mother’s older brother, my uncle – the one who had beaten their father for molesting her – then had an incestuous affair with my mother for several days, until he had to report to his new assignment, and as I understand it, they met a few times afterward, until she finally got married.
I have no idea what my grandfather did to amuse himself in the interim, but when my mother left my dad and moved my two younger brothers and me closer to her parents, just a few houses down from them, it didn’t take long for him to begin taking advantage of me. I hesitate to use the terms molest or abuse, because to tell the truth, I liked it. I was seven years old, or perhaps just about to turn seven, when he began showing me how to play with his cock, sitting in the front seat of his car in the driveway, listening to baseball games on the car radio. That very quickly turned into me laying across the seat, my head on his lap, sucking his cock, all while my grandmother and mother often sat on the front porch of the house nearby, maybe twenty feet away, never suspecting a thing.
My mother took over the job of taking my grandmother to get groceries on the weekends, and my grandfather couldn’t have been happier. He never liked having to go shopping – my grandmother never drove a car in her life – and it gave him a chance to go further with me. He would keep me behind while everyone else went shopping, and he and I would swap blowjobs while they were gone. All this time, he never could get his cock completely hard, and his cum sort of just seeped out as we went along, never spurting out…I never knew until later that most men cum in spurts, since I was so young my fluid just seeped out too. At the time, I really didn’t care, I just loved sucking his cock, and having him suck mine.
About a year later we moved again, this time about an hour and a half away from my grandparents. My mom still drove us all up to visit them on the weekends, and took my grandmother and my two younger brothers shopping, and my grandfather and I still used the time they were gone to swap blowjobs and have a good time. In fact, shortly after that, he became bolder, and would actually take me to bed with him. He and my grandmother slept in the same room, in separate beds though, and my mom would sleep in the next room in the spare bed. There was a doorway between the two rooms, but no door, just a curtain. My two brothers and I slept in a pallet on the living room floor, or did until one night my grandfather came out and got me and took me to his bed.
I could hear my grandmother on the other bed and knew she was awake as I sucked my grandfather’s cock. She never said a word, and never made any attempt to stop it, just eventually got tired of hearing us having sex and got up and went to sleep in the other room, in bed with my mother. From then on, my mother and grandmother knew exactly what was going on, and neither of them ever made an effort to stop it. They simply made a deal with my grandfather to allow him to continue molesting me, as long as he didn’t try to do the same with my younger brothers.
By the time I was ten years old, I was an accomplished cocksucker, having been shared with one of his friends by my grandfather, and swapping blowjobs with a few friends from school. I had also discovered girls, and learned about fucking them, and especially about anal sex. My first real orgasm, the first time my cum actually spurted out rather than just kind of seeping out as I went on, came the first time I fucked a girl in the ass. She had enjoyed it so much, I had to experience it myself, and had one of my schoolmates fuck me in the ass. I found I could cum just from that alone. I never told my grandfather about any of the other sex I had been having, though.
When I was ten years old, Peggy, my mother’s oldest sister who had been molested by my grandfather, and her family came down to visit my grandparents for a week or so. They stayed with my grandparents, and on the weekend my mom loaded us up in the car and we drove up to visit.
My aunt knew my grandfather’s history, having been molested by him herself, and took care not to leave her stepdaughters alone with him, because they were about the same age she was when he started molesting her. She slipped up, though, when we came up to visit for the day – there wasn’t room for all of us to stay in that small house at night, so we were going back home that evening – and everyone decided they had somewhere to go. My uncle took the older girls to visit some friends they had across town, then he was going to run around a bit, and everyone else planned to go shopping, except, of course, my grandfather and me. He convinced my aunt to leave Robin with us, and I guess she thought Robin would be safe because she was only ten, and I was there, so they all went on without us.
My grandfather had both of us in the bedroom with him almost before they had gotten out of the driveway. He asked Robin if she had ever seen a boy naked, and she said yes, she had seen her brother in the bath a few times. Grandfather said we were going to play a game and had both of us strip naked, and he did the same. Robin was a bit hesitant but went along when she saw me taking my clothes off. She and I had always been close, and she trusted me enough to go along with anything I did.
Once we were all naked, my grandfather invited Robin to check out his cock. She wasn’t sure about that, but I took her hand and guided it to his cock, and moved it along the shaft for her, and around his balls, then I took my other hand and slid his foreskin back so she could see. There was a small drop of pre-cum there, and as she watched, I licked it from the slit of his cock. My grandfather then lifted her onto the bed and positioned her on her back, and checked her little pussy out, taking quite a while to explore her hairless slit with his fingers.
My grandfather let Robin watch as I took his cock into my mouth, sucking it and licking the pre-cum from the head of it. He had her watch as he directed me to show her how to lick and suck his cock, how I stroked the shaft of his cock as I sucked him, and how I used my other hand to play with his balls.
After a few minutes he asked if she was ready to try it, and I took my mouth off his cock as she moved closer. I showed her how to grasp the shaft in one hand, and watched as she lowered her face toward the tip of his cock. She saw the bit of cum at the slit and hesitated, and I reassured her that it was all right, that it didn’t really taste bad. She licked the bit of cum off the tip and tasted it, then she wrapped her sweet lips around the tip of our grandfather’s cock and began to take the head of it into her mouth.
Grandfather was still only able to get his cock half-erect, but, as he had done when I first started sucking his cock, he gently put his hands behind Robin’s head and began to push down, so she took more of his cock into her mouth. As soon as she started to gag, he released the pressure and let her back off a bit, then he would gently push her head down again. I told her to move her head up and down and let the cock slide in and out of her lips, and watched as she quickly caught on. I moved her free hand up to his balls, and whispered to her how to rub them and squeeze them gently as I watched her head bob up and down, her lips wrapped around his cock.
As she sucked his cock, I slipped one hand between her legs and began to rub her pussy. That startled her, and she almost stopped, but I whispered to her to go on, that it was okay. Robin trusted me, and continued sucking grandfather’s cock as I began to play with her little pussy. At first I simply rubbed her small mound with the flat of my fingertips, then I slipped one of my fingers into her slit and rubbed it up and down her slit a few times, barely penetrating her. I spent a few seconds at a time gently rubbing her clitty each time I slipped my finger near the top of her slit, then I would slide it down the full length of her slit and back up again, once more rubbing her clitty. My grandfather watched as I fingered her pussy for a bit, then lay back and simply enjoyed his blow job as Robin worked her lips up and down on his cock.
Robin was able to roll over and spread her legs a bit more as she continued to suck my grandfather’s cock, and I began to slowly fingerfuck her, pumping my finger in and out of her pussy rather than slipping it up and down the length of her slit. Her small pussy lips had opened by now, and she was actually beginning to get rather wet, and it was getting harder for her to concentrate on sucking grandfather.
Grandfather was finally satisfied, for now, and allowed Robin to release his cock from her sweet lips and roll over onto her back. I asked him if I could taste her pussy and lick it like we had his cock, and he said that would be okay. I don’t think my grandfather had ever kissed a pussy before himself, but on the other hand, he had never sucked a cock before, either, until I happened to give him the opportunity.
He watched as I lowered my face between Robin’s thighs and began to lick her sweet little pussy. I used the fingers of one hand to spread her pussy lips a bit, and licked up and down the slit a few times. Then, as I slipped a couple of fingers inside her pussy and began to fingerfuck her again, I began licking around her clitty and occasionally bumping my tongue up against it. Robin began to moan, and my grandfather said maybe it was time she had a good fucking, and as I stopped licking her for a moment, he explained to us what fucking was, and asked if we would like to try it.
I was all for it, of course, but Robin was still a virgin – though she probably had no idea what that was – and she wasn’t sure, so I told her it would be all right, it might hurt just a bit at first but it would feel so good, and I would stop if it hurt her too much. By now she was already pretty excited from sucking grandfather’s cock and from the oral and manual stimulation I had given her, and she wanted that good feeling, so she said yes, she would try it.
Grandfather was all ready for me to fuck her right away, but I wanted to taste a bit more of her pussy first. I had kissed quite a bit of pussy over the last year, but Robin’s pussy somehow tasted sweeter to me, and excited me so much more, probably because we were first cousins and I knew it was incest. I had learned what that was since the first time I had sucked my grandfather off, and even with him, as much as I had loved sucking his cock before, once I found out it was forbidden, I had come to enjoy it that much more.
Robin lay back and I continued licking and kissing her pussy, fingerfucking her as I did so, until she began to moan and wriggle around a bit. Then, as my grandfather looked on approvingly, I mounted her, and began to ease my prick into her pussy. I got the head inside her slit, and used my hand to rub it up and down her slit a couple of times, and told her to let me know if it hurt. I gently slipped the rest of my little pole inside her. There was just a bit of resistance at one point, then I was quickly past it as Robin gave a little gasp, and finally I had it all the way inside her. I asked how she felt and she said okay, and I began to slowly pump my pecker in and out of her wet cunny.
It felt so incredibly good to be fucking my cousin, so much better than fucking just any girl, and I was absolutely thrilled to be taking her virginity. Robin seemed to be enjoying it as well, as she had started pushing her pussy up to meet my prick on its downstrokes, and gotten the rhythm pretty well. My grandfather began to moan as he watched, and I looked over and was surprised to see that he was holding his rock hard cock in his hand, stroking off as I fucked his granddaughter. I had never seen him with a full erection before, and I guess it took seeing his grandson fuck his virgin granddaughter to get it up for him.
He moved over closer and put his cock in Robin’s face, touching her lips, and told her to suck it for him as I continued to fuck her. She managed to get the head of his cock inside her lips, and began sucking and licking on it as he continued to stroke on the shaft. By now I was pumping my dick in and out of her pussy as fast as I could, and a couple of minutes later I pushed my pecker as deep into her pussy as I could and began to cum. My grandfather, watching me shoot my cum inside her, began to cum as well, a real spurting cum, the first time I had seen him do that as well. Robin tried to catch his cum in her mouth, but most of it spilled out onto her face, and as my grandfather sat back, satisfied, I leaned over and began to lick his cum off her face. Afterwards I again licked and kissed her pussy for a few minutes, tasting my own cum mingled with her sweet pussy juice.
My grandfather, not used to that much excitement, was unable to get another erection, and decided he was going to take a nap for a while. Robin and I cleaned up and got dressed and left him in his room. We went out back on the covered back porch and found an old blanket to spread in one corner, then sat down and talked a while. Robin said she had enjoyed me licking and playing with her pussy, and had enjoyed being fucked, but said grandfather had been a bit rough, and she hadn’t cared for that so much. She was glad he hadn’t tried to fuck her, because his cock was so much larger than mine, and I told her I didn’t think he would, because he normally couldn’t get it hard enough for that, and he had never tried to fuck me in over three years. She asked how he could do that, and I explained I had been having sex with other boys and girls for a while, and explained to her what anal sex was. Robin said she wasn’t sure she could do that, let a boy stick his ‘thing’ up her butt, but I told her I had let other boys do it to me, and it felt great. She said okay, maybe we could try it sometime, then asked if she could see my ‘thing’ again.
I was happy to oblige, and quickly stripped off my pants and underwear. I stood in front of her naked as she knelt on the floor to get a closer look, then I felt her take it into her mouth. I hadn’t had a chance to let her suck my dick before, and I was more than happy to let her do so now. I gently pumped my hard little pecker in and out of her mouth, and she picked up on the rhythm and began to suck me off. Since my dick was smaller than my grandfather’s, she was able to take it further into her mouth without gagging or choking. Again, the fact that it was my cousin made it feel so much more incredible than any blowjob I had ever had, the difference is indescribable. In just a few minutes, I warned her I was getting ready to cum, but she kept sucking greedily as I shot my load of cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all, and kept licking and sucking my shaft until it was limp again.
She asked how long it would be before it was hard again, and I told her it would be a few minutes. She said that was good, because she wanted me to fuck her one more time before grandfather got up or everyone started getting home. I told her it might get hard again quicker if she would just let me taste her pussy some more while we were waiting, and she was out of her clothes and lying back on the blanket in a flash.
This time I began by paying a little attention to her tiny titties. At ten, they hadn’t really even started developing yet, but I had already learned that having their titties licked and sucked was a great turn-on for some girls. Robin was soon squirming and moaning as I kissed one nipple, then the other, and I began licking and kissing my way down her belly. I stopped and spent a couple of minutes licking and kissing her navel, then continued on down to her little clitty. I slowly licked around it with my tongue, then wrapped my lips around it and sucked gently, then ran my tongue up and down her slit, lapping up her juices. Every once in a while I would stop and pay attention to her clit for a few seconds, then I would go back to licking and kissing the rest of her pussy for a bit.
My little pecker was stiff again in no time, and I asked if she was ready. Robin was moaning and panting, but managed to mumble a yes, so I quickly mounted her and thrust my dick inside her. There was no slow and easy this time, I simply fucked her as hard and fast as I could, pumping my pecker in and out of her. She caught on to the rhythm and her pussy began to rise and fall in time to my thrusting dick, and we fucked like that until I came and we both collapsed, exhausted but happy. It had felt just as stupendous, just as deliciously evil, fucking her the second time as it had the first, and we had both gotten a fantastic cum out of it.
By the time my mother and those who had gone shopping got back, Robin and I were well fucked, but had cleaned up and dressed. After dinner that night, as we were driving back home, I hoped Robin and I would get a chance to get together again. The next weekend, the last weekend Robin’s family would be visiting, her parents stayed home with Robin, my grandfather and me while everyone else went shopping or visiting, so my grandfather wasn’t able to get Robin and me alone together. I think my aunt had picked up that leaving Robin alone with the old man, even with me around, maybe wasn’t a good idea.
Robin and I did manage to slip away from the grownups for a while, though, long enough to get in some oral sex and a good fuck. My grandparents’ home had a root cellar underneath the back porch, with a dirt floor, and they used it to store potatoes and onions from their garden. My grandfather also used it to store his lawnmower and garden tiller, his toolbox, and various odds and ends. There was a workbench built across one end, bare except for his toolbox and a large vise, and once we had cleared some of the dust off it and covered it with an old blanket, Robin and I used it to have sex on.
Robin had loved letting me eat her pussy, and was more than happy to let me lick and suck her young slit until she came. She returned the favor, sucking my cock and taking my cum into her mouth, and continuing to suck until my cock was again erect. I fucked her then, and it was just as incredible as the first time. The idea of fucking my cousin, eating her pussy and having her suck my cock, turned me on probably more than anything had up until then. We had always been close, had always had some sort of bond between us, and we both loved the sex, maybe because it was forbidden, maybe because we were just so eager to please each other.
We were able to spend a couple of hours alone, sucking and fucking each other, until we finally heard someone calling us to come in for dinner. We stashed our blanket and slipped out of the root cellar, and managed to make it into the house without anyone paying any attention to us.
As my mom drove us back home that night, I was already looking forward to the next time Robin’s family came down to visit.
As far as I know, my grandfather never got another chance to molest Robin. Whenever her family came down to visit, once or twice a year, one of Robin’s parents was always around whenever grandfather was around, though it seems they never caught on to the fact that Robin and I were slipping off and fucking.

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