Fantasizing about gorgeous woman had been a staple part of my existence right from secondary school days. Beauties elder to me, particularly married ones, seldom failed to turn me on. From teachers to neighbourhood aunts and from movie vamps to news readers, preferably those draped in sexy sarees, there was not a beauty that I had come across and not made love to in my sexceedingly passionate fantasies. Given my inert inhibitions however, little did I ever expect any of my fantasies to ever come true. That assessment notwithstanding, to my utmost delight, proved to be wrong in my first year of junior college. It was an incident that compelled me to give up fantasizing for sheer want of time from real love making. I helplessly surrendered to converting my passionate fantasies to true life sexperiences that proved to be far more sexciting than I had ever envisaged.

It all began on a wet September evening, as I returned from college as usual at four in the afternoon. The weather was inclement and it was pouring like it had not all that season. What made matters gloomier for me was, being told by my father of visitors being expected in the house that evening. It essentially meant, I had to stay at home all evening in attendance to whoever these guests were, at the cost of my usual strolls in the neighbourhood where I could easily come across some beauty I could later fantasize about. All my hopes of the guests cancelling their visit due to the inclement weather were dashed on being told that those expected were none other than the Sharma’s, who I remembered being told earlier, were the new occupants of a bungalow a few blocks away from ours. Sharmaji aged 35, a good ten years younger to my father, happened to be the newly appointed general manager of the pharmaceutical company my father worked for. That apparently made him Dad’s immediate superior.

No wonder Dad was particular about the arrangements made for that evening, but thankfully stopped short of insisting on me wearing formal clothes. I was in my usual soft cotton bermudas and a collared yellow T-shirt. Standing 5.11 I guess I looked pretty personable, even sexy if you like, in the outfit. Not that I cared about it till the doorbell rang at around 7.30.

Expecting it to be the Sharma’s I opened the door to what I had least expected. While Sharmaji more or less fitted my perception of an average white collared executive, the fair-complexioned lady besides him, draped in a sky-blue saree was a truly sexiting bombshell, who I believed could easily give any of our Bollywood vamps a run for their money. Momentarily stunned by her beauty and the complex it gave me, I could only manage taking in her bewitching facial assets that were topped by sexually suggestive eyes and a winsome smile to match them, that could have seduced a whole battalion of Hercules’. Having lost my wits I would have been lost for words had Sharmaji not interrupted with his pleasantries. “How are you young man? I’m Manoj and this is my better half Smita”, he said. “Hallo sir, pleased to meet you” I uttered, before reluctantly doing a namaste to Smitaji, when I would have rather loved to grab Smitaji’s sex-oozing face there and then and plant a kiss on what I had gathered by then to be profoundly sensual lips. “Hi, You must be Rohan” and a nod, was her response to my namaste. The way my name sounded and the knowledge of it’s source had mesmerized me. Managing somehow, a “you are right Bhabiji”, I made way for the couple. Sharmaji entered followed by Smitaji who didn’t fail to give me a look that made me feel she had sensed what was on my mind.

In the corridor, on our way to the drawing room, I could make out more of the sextress Smitaji undoubtedly was. She wore a sleeveless blouse that matched the saree, sexposing those lovely arms, which looked mindblowing from behind. Her waist long brownish-black silkish hair were let loose for the better part, but were tied in a cute veni only at the bottom. The way her hair swayed, and her buttocks moved from under her tightly worn saree at the rhythm of her pulsating high-heeled walk, was a sight out of this world. By this time I had already subconsciously resolved to take in as much of this sex-goddess as I could, to fantasize about her later.

My parents welcomed the guests in the drawing room and dad introduced mom to the couple. The Sharma’s made themselves comfortable on the three seater sofa with each occupying either corner. Dad and Mom took the chairs opposite them. I kept standing behind these chairs facing the Sharma’s. For what I could see from there, I could have kept standing right there for eternity. Smitaji’s light blue saree was of exceedingly diaphanous material. The transparency was a feast for my cupid eyes. The matching low-cut blouse treated me to a sumptuous exposure of the deep milky-white cleavage formed by those awesome globes. Just as I was trying to rob a glimpse of what I was sure would be lovely and inviting armpits, I heard Smitaji’s sexy voice again. “Why don’t you take a chair Rohan”, she inquired, gesturing sensually to the stool next to her.

Almost out of servitude, I walked across and took the vacant stool next to her. Near enough to be stimulated by her perfume, it was the first time I was aware of the enormous bulge in my Bermuda’s formed by the hard-on this sextress had given me. It was then that Dad and Sharmaji left for the bar that was at the other end of drawing room. Dad had asked Smitaji what she would have and she had settled for a Gin-with-fresh-lime. Mom had excused herself to make a round of the kitchen. Even as my heart missed several beats at being alone with this sex-dynamite, it would be an understatement to say that I was uncomfortable. “Don’t you drink Rohan?” she enquired very softly, in a voice that oozed of sensuality. “Occasionally Bhabiji”, I said adding, “but never in the presence of my parents.” “Don’t you even flirt in their presence?” she whispered in my year, placing her tender hand on my thigh. Her palm partially covered my Bermudas and partially the bare part of my thigh, and was inches away from the hard-on she had caused. Her eyes fixed on my bulge she whispered again, “I sincerely empathise with your self restraint my dear”, adding, “Just joking Rohan, don’t take it otherwise”, and removing her hand from my thigh, seconds before Dad and Sharmaji returned with their drinks.

It was intriguing though, even annoying, that for a good half-an-hour after that Smitaji showed virtually no interest in speaking with me. I found it a better idea to rather be by myself in my bedroom and fantasize about this new found seductive sextress and do something about the hard-on she had caused, than keep listening to the mundane platitudes being indulged in the drawing-room. Having stolen a last good look at Smitaji I excused myself and left for my bedroom. Once in my den I switched on the PC and began documenting the enchantress I had just met. Barely had I typed, “My fair and bewitching Smitaji, should stand 5ft 5 without those bewitchingly elevating heels of hers….”, that I heard the heart-throbbing sound of those very heels outside my room. “May I come in?” asked the sex-goddess herself, even as she walked straight in without waiting for a reply. “What are you doing handsome?”, she asked as she rested one arm on the table and the other on my monitor. I had ample view now of her well shaved inviting arm-pits, as also a closer view of that enormous milky cleavage between those blouse-arrested twin-globes of love. Standing tall, Smitaji gave me a clear view of her yummy fat naval that was clearly visible through her transparent saree, that was indeed worn revealingly low. A moment later her pallu slid, to give me a truly mouth-watering treat of her nipples from under her tight blouse.

I would have lost all my inhibitions that very moment had Dad not called me to fetch some soda. As I returned after helping Dad with the soda, I found Smitaji operating on my computer. To my relief she hadn’t found what I had just typed, but had found my photo-album all-right. She was going through the photo’s of actresses in wet sarees, that I had downloaded from the internet. “You shouldn’t be going through that bhabiji”, I protested. “How else would poor Bhabiji know what naughty Rohan is up to”, she said, suddenly adding “wait a minute, could you drop me at my place? You certainly could on that bike of yours, that I’ve seen you on so many times from the day we have shifted here.” “But it’s still pouring heavily”, I said half-heartedly, palpably aware of the fascinating prospect of being alone with this sex-bomb. “That’s the idea baby”, she said, as she walked back to the drawing-room. From what I could hear her say as I fetched my bike key’s, I gathered, she had told Sharmaji she wasn’t feeling well and would be dropped home by me, but had insisted on him carrying on and enjoying himself.

We were completely drenched even before we hit the road. But Smitaji surely knew how to make herself comfortable on a bike. Sitting close enough for her saree-clad wetness to cause pleasurable spasms up my spine, she rested her hand on my fully drenched Burmuda. This time her palm was almost on my hard-on love-pole that was at it’s zenith. I wondered whether this sex-Goddess even had an iota of an idea of the pleasure she was bestowing on a mere mortal. I tried not to avoid a single ditch on the short road to her place. Going through one of them she virtually held my love-pole over my Bermuda’s, only to slowly release it with the sexapology, “Sorry Rohan, did your Bhabi hurt you?” “No Bhabiji, not at all, It’s my pleasure…..riding you home…..that is”, I said, as I rode into their porch. “Your a big liar Rohan, come in baby”, she said, as she alighted from the bike, after withdrawing her hand from over my Bermudas ever so slowly stimulating muscles in my hip and back that I wasn’t even aware existed.

Walking inside the Sharma home I was sexcited with the plausible prospect of at least having some very sensual time with this mindblowingly seductive Bhabi, if not actual sex. Following Smitaji into their well-lit drawing room, I got too see the sextreemly sexciting vision that the darkness and the rains outside had hitherto deprived me of. Watching Smitaji’s fully drenched saree clung to her voluptuous body made my mind go crazy.

Her lovely buttocks bouncing in tune to her walk looked eternal, with the wet blue saree clinging to them sexposing their divinity. I had almost lost my self imposed restraint and was about grab for Smitaji from behind, when she turned abruptly asking “I hope you don’t have any inhibitions drinking with your Bhabi?” and without waiting for a response, coming very close to me, placing both her arms on my shoulders, asked in a very soft and husky whisper, “What can Bhabi offer this Prince?” there was a pause as I gathered my wits and the guts, before I placed both my hands on Smitaji’s soft cheek’s, and asked back, “Will you give me what I want Bhabiji?”, “No jokes Rohan”, she said, withdrawing her hands of my shoulders as also very slowly removing my hands of her cheeks. Holding both my hands in hers she started caressing them before ending the short pause by, “Scotch or Gin, tell me, I’m wet, I’m shivering, I need a drink quickly”, she insisted. “Scotch’ll be great”, I said, being apprehensive at what this bewitching beauty had in mind. Was she interested in me and was having a good time teasing me, or was it just her free nature? If the former were to be just a figment of my imagination, and the latter the truth, I would be spelling trouble for Dad by taking any further sexual initiative with this lady, I thought. She had left for the adjoining room saying, “Please sit here” directing towards the sofa” adding, “I’ll give you what you want baby.”

I was sitting on the sofa when she returned with our drinks on a tray. Placing the tray on the table opposite me, she came around and sat next to me, close enough for me to feel the heat emitted so very profusely by her sex-oozing body. Putting her right arm on my thigh, exactly where it was back in our drawing room, with her left she gave me my glass of Scotch. Picking up her glass of Gin she said, “cheers, to us”, “to us”, I repeated. “Now”, she said, after taking a huge sip, applying with her right hand a little pressure on my thy, over my wet Burmuda, with a light squeeze, “Tell your Bhabi, what she can give you.”. “You already have Bhabiji,” I said, showing her my glass and taking a large sip myself. My passions, that were already lit and on fire due this wet sareed ravishing beauty besides me, had begun to now go wild by the light but formidable pressure on my bermuda and the sip of Scotch that had gone in. “You know my prince your Bhabi is not talking about that,” she said, taking her hand of my thigh and with it taking my glass from me, and placing both our glasses on the table.

Taking both my hands in hers, she then guided them to her cheeks, and asked, “Now my prince, tell your Bhabi what you wanted from her when you touched her cheeks a little while ago.” I couldn’t take this torture anymore. “Are you sure I should Smita….Bhabi”, taking her name for the first time I drew her face closer to mine. “Yessssssss my prince, you must. Pleeeeaaase don’t torture your Bhabi any more.” she urged with gripping sensuality. At that I planted a light kiss on her lips, at which she had closed her eyes. Withdrawing a little, I asked, “Can I make love to you Smita?” At this she said what was hitherto unheard music to my ears. “Smita is yours Rohan. Your Bhabi is your slave. Punish her for flirting with you. Punish her for masturbating thinking about you. Jabse is ghar me ayin hoon main chupke se tumpe nazar rakhi hui hoon, Punish me my sexy Prince, make love to your Bhabi as she has never known.”

I kissed her with the passion I hadn’t experienced before. Biting her lips, licking her tongue as she parted her lips, parting my lips to let her tongue in, which she did with incredible sexual precession. The stimulating soft moans she emitted intermittently were lovely– “mmmmm-hu-hu-mmmm-hu-aaaahhhh-aaaahhhh-mmmm”. “Let me take a good look at what my wet Bhabi has to offer”, I said, as I started sexploring other parts Smita’s sexplosive body. Her moans grew louder as I licked and bit her ears and her neck. With her mouth now free, words too came with the moans–oooooohhmmmmaaaaa–ouch–aaaahh–rroohhaaaaaaaaaaan–dheere se kaato mere prince–uuuuuuyyaaaa–don’t stop darling. “I can’t sweetheart, even if you wanted me to” I said, as I moved my hands, that were till then on the sexciting sleevless sides of her upper-arms, under her arm-pits. She shivered as my fingers touched her there. With her hands on my neck I had a clear view of her seductively inviting arm-pits. I kissed her on that well shaved paradise, finding, it had hair tiny enough to provide the stimulation my tongue longed for. As I started licking this paradise, breathing in the odour of love it emitted, my seductress’ moans grew even louder.

They were the first signs of profound ecstasy from her–oooooiiiiimmaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaahhhhh-oooooohhhhh- and as I bit intermittently, she would press my head pushing my mouth deeper into that naturally perfumed paradise crying out with lust- eeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh-yyaaaaaaahhhh-yessss- yessss mere raj-kumar. While this went on, I had slid my hands under her saree over those wet-blouse covered globes of love. There was a pleasant surprise in store. Swelling in my hands, I could feel her big soft love-globes were in their pristine purity under her blouse.

My fingers could even feel her hard nipples. Squeezing her boobs I took her right globe nipple in my mouth, while I was already fondling the left. I bit and sucked with lust what was in my mouth, passionately squeezing what my fingers held. Smita kept screaming with joy– aaaoooocchhh- dheere kaato pleeeeeeeeeese-naaaaaaaaaaa-pleeeeese. When suddenly I felt soft pressure around my hard shaft. Knowing I was trying to look down Smita spoke mischievously, “Nothing yaar bhabi is taking care of chote sarkar, can’t neglect him na.” She had just begun fondling my hard-on over my Bermuda’s, but my under-ware was proving to be an obstruction in her smooth work. Sensing I was about to get up to do something about it, she stood up saying, “Wait darling, your sweetheart is here to do your work , just relax, let your Bhabi take care of you, you are in her safe hands now.” not letting go her the soft but firm grip on my love-pole, she parted my legs with her other hand and knelt between them.

Her tender hands then, with utmost compassion that her exceedingly expressive eyes and lips betrayed, entered my Bermudas, into my undies. Feeling her soft bare hands gripping it, my hard-hot love-rod throbbed in ecstasy as it had never before. I couldn’t help groaning with pleasure–ooooooohhhhhhhyyyyaaaaahhhhhh. While hearing her say, “mmmmm..Garam hai, bada hai, real hot and big yaar. You’ll let your Bhabi play with it na, yes na, bolo na Rohan?”

“yyaaaaaaaaahhhh yyeesssss”, I kept groaning, while she had taken my throbbing dildo out of my under- ware, but not out of my soft Bermuda’s. Shifting her hands to my hips, she started planting kisses on my throbber from over the soft-satin Bermuda. Rubbing her face , her rosy cheeks, her inviting lips, over and against my soft-satin covered rock-hard organ. Needless to say I was going crazy deriving this, mind-blowing pleasure– aaaaaaahhhhyyyyyyyaaaahhhh your love is making it go mad– Smitaaaaahhhhyyyyaaaaahh– don’t stop– Bhaaaaaaabbbiihhaahh. Take it out pleeeees have some mercy, take it out pleeeeees” I pleaded to this sensual sex-goddess. She obliged, and had to stretch the elastic that held my Bermudas substantially, to free my rock hard erect love-rod, that finally was able to show off its pristine glory.

I could see the awe in her eyes as she held my huge, hot, hard, hungry, glory-rod saying, “my my, Rohan darling…. ajeebsa pyaara sa dar lagta hain ise dekhkar”. Planting passionate kisses over it, and giving me a hand-job for while– eliciting louder groans from me– she finally said, “Bassssss, you’ve become too big and hot for bechari bhabi, let her try to cool you lovely baba”, and licking of the pre-cum off my tool with a couple of sextreemly fascinating swipes of her tongue, she went on to take an incredible amount of my large fat dildo in her mouth. Holding the rest between two fingers she gave me the blow job of my fantasies, nay better still. All the way she moaned–mmmmmhhmmmmhh– eliciting my groans, as I held her head with both hands–ooooooohhhhhhhhyyaaaaahhhhhhyyeesssssssssmita suck me dry bhabeeeeeyyyaaaaahhhh. Withdrawing from my throbber after a while, she said, “I cant my love, your Bhabi’s Cunt is dying to do that baby.” As she stood up, I held her by the arms and helped her turn around. I stood behind her saying “not before what my tool gets what it’s dying to” and my throbbing dildo was touching what it always wanted to.

Her semi-wet, sari draped, round-spongy ass. Adjusting my love-tool over the spongy paradise, I moved my hands over her soft belly, searching for that mind-blowing naval that had mesmerized me from under the transparent saree. As my index-fingers played with her fat-n-chubby bellybutton and my hands pushed her voluptuous body against mine, my hot love-tool rubbed passionately against those magnificent, spongy globes of love. “Naughty boy, koi apne Bhabi ko aise karta hai kya aaoooch aaaaooooch very naughty, bahut tadpate ho apne Bhabi ko aaaaaahhhh rrrroohhaaaaaaaan

The feel of her sexy body, along with the sound of her seductive voice, was a sexeedingly pulsating sexperience. It had to end though, for I new my overworked dildo could not hold for much longer. Before letting go those spongy globes, I bent down on one knee and rubbed my face against them. first gently, then vigorously, before I finally stopped. Standing up, “I can’t hold any longer Bhabi”, I whispered in her ear. “Nor can your thirsty Bhabi, my hungry prince”, she said, holding my hand and guiding me to the settee, that was at the far end of the drawing room. Only with my T-shirt on, and my dildo sticking out in its pristine glory, I obediently followed my seductress.

Once there, I pulled her pallu down, and she helped undo the rest of her sexy saree. While she un-did her blouse hooks, I stood mesmerized looking at my Bhabi’s, now exposed, well-shaved cute little pink pussy, which looked sexceedingly inviting between a pair of gorgeous legs. Sexcited, I grabbed for her, loosing my balance, pulling her with me, we both fell on the sette. She over me, with elegant dexterity quickly adjusted herself to a comfortable position. With her gorgeous legs on either side of me, kneeling she very slowly took of her blouse, saying, “make love to me my prince, make love to your nangi Bhabi”. I was watching with lust, her inviting brown nipples, over those firm-milky love globes, when she took hold of my dildo and guided it to her glory-hole. The touch left me breathless, as she pushed my hungry love-tool into her pleassure-hole.

Pushing herself against me a couple of times, she had taken in most of my large dido. All along emitting moans-n-word’s, “oooyyeeeemmaaaaa-bechari pussi-oooohh-rohan ke bechari bhabi ki-aaaaaaaahh-realy big-hhaaaaa.” I spontaneously reacted, pushing up against the sex-goddess above me, emitting-ooooooooohhhhhh-yyeesssssss-oooooooooohhhhhhh. It hardly took a minute before I was moving in tune with the rhythm of my Bhabi’s moves. I was almost fully into this sex-goddess. She dictated our rhythm implicitly. Going slow for a long time, and then intermittently quickening the pace, to go slow again, discerning, I may loose control and cum. Her judgement was impeccable and I followed her lovely diktats with shier servitude.

All along, I was squeezing her milky-white globes and those lovely hard nipples on them. She had gone ecstatic– “ooooohhhhhoooooohhhhh-hhhhaaaaaa- tear me apart, hhhhhhaaaaaooooohhhh-I love this Rohan-mmmmmmhhhhhaaaaaaaaammmmmmmm”. I was going, “hhhhhaaaaahhhhaaaaaa-you’re lovely Bhabi-aaaaaahhhhhhh- I need this badly Bhabi-hhhhaaaaaaa.” Those were the most pulsating moments I had ever sexperienced. It became better, and I had ask her, “I’m cumming….should I..?”, cutting me short she screamed, “Cum my baby…right there….right inside your thirsty Bhabi…pump me with every drop of your nectar Baby”, was her diktat. And I obliged yet again, pumping with ecstasy, spraying more jets of love-cum my resourceful dildo had ever, into the loveliest place my dildo had ever been. The climax was beyond words. Both gasping, both tired, she was resting on me, saying, “You are incredible baby…..”, when the door-bell rang.

Letting me out the back door, Bhabi had just said, “He’s going for a toor .. day after, ring me up tomorrow.”
I rang the next afternoon.

Ive never fantasized after this sexident. True sexidents, I’ll keep penning.

Anne Tan was turning 18 and I was 21 then when the story occurred. She was Pasir Ris’ (Our local neighbourhood) U-18s Ladies basketball’s team shooting guard, the cream of the crop among all the players I coached during short 2 years stint with them. I first saw Anne when she was 15, dressed in plain T-shirt, shorts and a baseball cap, in-line skating around the basketball court, during one of the Fridays U-18s Men basketball team training session. As I was the player and Assistant Coach then, I had to ensure everything’s in proper storage after every session. And there she always would be, still skating round long into the night. It wasn’t till the end of 5th session, about ½ hour after the whole team gone for the night that she approached me, during my personal intensive training session preparing for an up-coming match. Like any girls in their 15s, she was becoming a nuisance, as the session progressed, skating closer and closer with each round she made, till she was actually skating on the concrete basketball floor itself. I immediately stopped my training, shouted at her and indicated that I wanted her in front of me, as I wanted to have a word with her. After about 5 minutes of giving my piece of mind, about respecting the court grounds, demanded her to take-off her skates at once (which she reluctantly did) and her being a nuisance. Her next words and reply got me stunned for a while.

“I’ve been observing the basketball team for a while, and really interested to be in Anglican High’s (her school) Ladies Basketball Team.” She said.
“But I don’t have any basketball experience or training, so can you teach me?” She continued.

I glanced at her, from head to toe, A-cup and all and thought to myself – She’s so tomboyish but nevertheless a young woman in the making. However personally to me, basketball and women don’t mix, and decided to have some fun at her expense. So I pick up the ball and slammed it directly into her tummy, smiled gingerly and said: “We gonna play First to 11 and if you can score 1 basket against me, I would consider your request, but if you can’t, then your request is denied.” “Don’t think just because you are a young lady, I would go soft on you. I will treat you like any other guys on the team.” I added. So it began, the game that changed both her and me.

The result was an effortless 11 – 0 in my favour, with her bruised and dirty from all that “In-Your-Face” plays. As she stood at the sidelines, nursing her cuts and bruises, I changed my mind as she got guts, determination and attitude, which I admired. However what impressed me the most was that she neither sulked nor bitched, and even had the audacity to challenged me to another round, as I walked towards her.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and said: “It’s okay. The results will still be the same, even if we had a few more rounds.” “Though you had lost physically, you are already a winner in spirit.” “The score didn’t matter anyway…So Yes, I will train you, but you must agree to my conditions.” I added.
“Firstly…I will only train you after the whole U-18s Men’s team has gone.” I said
“Secondly…No matter how tired you are, or how you’re feeling you must come for training”…I continued.
“Lastly…Respect the basketball grounds when you enter” I winked.

So in the middle of May 1994 a Coach – Player relationship began. From then till mid-1995…Come rain, hail or shine…There we were on the courts…I taught her different techniques and tactics of basketball. She was a fast learner, not only being drafting in her school’s, but also the local neighbourhood’s Ladies basketball team within a year of training. I was recommended as the successor coach for the neighbourhood’s U-18s Ladies basketball team by her and my U-21s Men basketball team coach, when the coach then was retiring. There I was, a 19-year-old, both a 1st year U-21s Men basketball player and 1st year U-18s Ladies basketball coach. With that, I saw and trained her 2 times a week, first with the U-18s Ladies basketball team on Tuesdays nights and after the U-21s Men basketball team training on Thursdays nights. As time went on, we were strictly coach and player on the courts, but off the courts we were mucking around like close siblings.

It was on the night of November 19th 1997, on the beach beneath the starry sky that got to know each other physically better. We had planned a quiet 1-day overnight camp and barbecue on an off-shore island beach with each other, in celebration for cringing a quadruple achievement a week ago – The 1997 Nationwide Basketball Trophy in both our age-division, Tournament’s MVP Shield for her, Winner’s medal for being the Ladies basketball team coach for me. We decided for the quiet getaway, after all that crazy neighbourhood celebrations, as to plan and reflect on our next steps in life, (For me, it was the compulsory Nation’s military commitments, and for her – An Overseas Masters in Multimedia studies.) and some beach activities.

We met at the void deck of her apartment about 10ish that morning, loaded all the necessary gears and bicycles into the jeep, prior to a 10-minutes drive towards the jetty and a ½-hour sea voyage. Upon arrival, we decided to do some trail cycling, before searching a suitable spot to set camp, and got on with usual beach activities. As it rained the previous night, the trail was rather muddy, with tons of pothole “mines” lurking in our path. After an hour plus of wild downhill sprints, tiring uphill climbs, mind-bending curves and victim to those countless “mines”, we knew we had enough of an adrenaline rush for the day and proceed back towards the jeep, with our bodily clinging soaked jerseys and mud covered cycles in tow. As we stepped out from the dense forest vegetation shade and into the welcoming sunlight, I noticed Anne’s nipples were already perked from her dark Fox jersey’s top torso area. Despite she being small-breasted, she always wears bras, if not some kind of supportive wears. However with the well-soaked top clinging to her body, it didn’t prevent revealing everything about her frontal contours, and hidden nothing from sight. (Had a slight penile movement.) As we took a breather, we discussed our eventual camping destination.

It didn’t took us long to agree on whereabouts, cause in our minds we both knew it would be our rather secluded usual area, whenever we come to that beach, located at the western end of the island. After some distance, we finally arrived and set up tent and camp instantaneously. After all the necessary tasks were done, it was time for some Sun, Sand and the Sea excitement, so I got behind some bushes and her into the amenity located nearby, and changed into our beach apparel. It was the very first time I saw her in a 2-piece Nike tankini, other than the usual 1-piece swimming outfit. (Had a small erection then.) We proceed to air-dry our heavily perspired mud soaked clothes on the tent’s line, lined the tandem kayaks against the shore, and pedaled out towards open water. We could only spend about 1½ hours kayaking, and decided to pedal back towards shore, as the waves were choppy from all the ships travelling within that area. It didn’t damp our spirits much, though I felt some disappointment, despite her face not showing it.

So as we were approaching shore, I leaned over my lefts, which tilted the kayak of its axis and capsized, ejecting both of its occupants into the murky chest-deep depths. When we surfaced, she stared momentarily, before sucker-punched me in the arm, and soon laugher broke out between us. As it was rather impossible to mount the kayak under choppy conditions, and her being the weaker swimmer, it’s better that she got on the capsized kayak, and I pushed it back towards shore. With that, I lifted her feet out of the water, and after several attempts (Each time she fell back into the water, her varies genitals brushed against me) finally assisted her onto the inverted kayak, handed her the oars and started swimming for shore, pushing the kayak heading towards shore. Gosh, it was hard work trying to battle strong undercurrents, and pushing the kayak with her on top back to shore. However my mind wasn’t on the task at hand, but on the penile-enlarging view ahead. As she sat faced towards me with her legs opened to each side, I got a distinct bird-eye’s view of her lower torso and apprehend her spongy pussy lips silhouette from her damp translucent baby-blue tankini bottom. I glanced at her, and could see that she was blushing hard, was knew that was the only practical method of stabilisation, there was not much she could do about it, and tried to ignored that I was physically there. As for me, I was struggling hard not to look, but with a raging hard-on, both mind and eyes constantly zeroing on the “target”, I had to switch my focus forcefully, back onto the imminent task. (It’s sure a good thing I was in the water at that time, as it hidden and smoothed my “salami” with its cold water.) After much effort, we both made it safely back on land, and rested a while, before I grabbed and dumped her into the water, thus started the chase along the beach, splashed water at each other and other usual beach antics. Then we both lay on the soft sandy beach totally exhausted, got a slight tan and dried off, before showering and preparing for dinner.

So there we were, sat down side by side on the stone breakwater, located outside our tent, chatting away with the setting sun beyond the horizon, while dining on charcoal-grilled food We talked about life, about friends, studies, basketball…etc. We both must be on that breakwater for several hours, enjoying the cool November sea breeze lying side by side under the starry sky, before a freak gale came, thus warning of a sudden change in weather. We got up reluctantly, started cleaning up promptly and managed to head for tent, before the light grizzles became into droplets, and droplets into heavy rain or what I always label as God’s “Full-Flush”. Gosh…It was sure raining cats and dogs, cause we can really feel the force of each droplet of rain hitting the tent’s exterior. Back in the tent, we continued our abrupt conversation, played some cards and board games, before retiring late into the night. As we both lay down, trying to get some shuteye, Anne suddenly lay on her side and whispered somethings that really surprised me.

“What kind of girls do I liked?” “What criteria(s) I am looking for?”
“Though I’m not flat-chested like some girls, I feel that my breast are still hardly noticeable!”
“Do you like women with small, sufficient or capacious boobs?”
“Do you feel that I’m too tomboyish for guys to notice me?”

Before I could answered any, her next question and subsequent action that really caught me off-guard. “Remembered the first day we met? I like you then…And much more after all the time we shared!” “Do you fancy me?” She murmured in a sexy voice, gently resting her hand on my right thigh.

After pondering on all her questions carefully, I chose only to answer her last question: – “A bit, but more like a friend…And perhaps love you like a little si…”
She interrupted before I could finish my response, and said: – “Yeah. Right!” “Why should I believe you?” “Your lower body has obviously betrayed your mouth.” As she replied as her hand stroked up and down my thigh gingerly, before resting them near my groin, pressurising my currently enraging erection to almost “rip” through my shorts.
“I did noticed you “violated” at me with lustful eyes, not once but several times for the duration of the day, especially during our ‘adventure’ at sea” “I don’t have to spell it out…You know!” “It’s very apparent for anyone to see!” She added.
“What violate?” “What lustful eyes?” “What “But…”

I already knew no matter I gonna say would be futile. Before I could think of a defensive reply, she continued: – “You actually “touched” me “there”…You know!”
“What?” I exclaimed. “It was purely accidental…I had to catch you, just to break your fall each time before you hit the water…Just that your “landing” angle was off each time, if you haven’t noticed!” I replied. “I’m sorry if I did violated you…But that thought never crossed my mind…Honestly.” I continued.

But what I said didn’t registered in Anne’s mind at all, as her hands inched closer towards the “tent-pole” in my shorts. Like a cat, she suddenly sprung up, sat on my stomach, and with one hand pinned my hands against my chest and the other stroking “The One-eyed snake”, and said: – “Do me…Now!” “It doesn’t matter whether you like me as a friend, a sister or what!” “I only just want you in me now…And you know you want that too!” “It’s only natural!” She moaned.

Though we knew what we gonna do is wrong, with all the values and morals we knew, gradually being locked far behind our minds. Despite temperatures decreasing with the cold wind howling outside, vice versa was said of the happenings within the tent. It was getting really fast and fiery inside. Fewer words and more action were indeed the way…And the Only way to go.

As I was the obviously stronger individual, I managed freed my hands, and placed them against her waist, as to cushioned her effortless “dismount” from my stomach. (Though she did put up some unavailing attempt to remain “rooted”). As I laid her on her side, I pashed her gently on her cheeks, and she immediately returned it, with a soft kiss on the lips. Kisses were exchanged to and fro, getting robust and hasty with each round, with hands roving in all directions yet aimlessly. After a 10+ round lips bout, I proceed to move my hands from her waist, up towards her breasts. Though they were indeed small in both sight and touch, nevertheless still felt like apricots, as I took them into each palm, and my fingers enclosed and caressing it. With each stroke seemingly releasing the built-up tension, for they seemed to have a life on their own, and slightly increased in volume before my eyes. Her nipples are swelling fast and hard, like small mung beans through her top. After much caressing, I reached behind, and after some attempts, managed to unclasp her bra cleanly. As the bra she worn was strapless and her tops still firmly on, it just fell out as I lifted her upright, and thrown her white “Hello Kitty” bras over her head, as I continued with my frontal assault, and slowly worked towards disrobing her top. Concurrently we both lifted our hands in sync, and assisted each other in taking our tops off. Hers felt more like ripping my shirt off. The moment as her top was removed, her hands instantly retreated and to cover her naked “peaks”. Without much thought, I positioned my hands over hers, for I knew she was always rather conscious about her “twin headlights”.

“They are not only very small, and slightly not proportionate.” “I’m very scared you wouldn’t like what you see.” She said softly
“It’s okay” “They might be small and disproportionate, but still I’m able to be felt something just now.” “Though sight is vital…To me personally, feel is more important.” I answered; thus hoping it would assure her in certain ways.

Slowly but surely, she loosened her grip and freed them from exhibition. With her top and bras off, I said as I admired those breasts: – “Though her breast indeed was marginally disproportionate, however appeared balanced when viewed from afar.” With that, I too confirmed what I felt moments ago. Her freed breast indeed appeared to have slightly increased in mass, and with blood rushing towards them, giving them a sexy light-pinkish tone, which felt more like peaches, and her nipples a lovely rosy colour, that looked and felt more like capers as they became fully erected
So she happily asked: – “So you liked what you see?”
“What do you think?” I replied teasingly, as my hands began zooming in for more frontal assaults.

She gave me a gentle slap on the cheeks, and said: – How dare you make fun of me?” She tried to turn away, but I gently push and pinned her down on her back, before she could make her move. After a while of frontage hand assault, I proceed on with my battle plan, situating my mouth over her breasts, giving each equal treatment as I gently felt and lined them with kisses. Her caper-liked nipples were standing proudly from her breasts, and with each time I journeyed over them, I felt and licked them with my tongue. She would hunched and lifted her back slightly off the tent’s base, and moaned softly each time I licked and savoured her now highly responsive nipples. She halted the frontal assault as her sensitive nipples were getting overly ticklish to touch. I kissed her on her forehead in acknowledgment to her request, and advanced downwards towards uncharted “bushlands”.

As I slowly descended, paving the route with kisses and inching my way steadily towards my newly acquired target. After placing some tender smooches on her firm cute tummy, I gently turned and laid her faced down as I moved on towards her back. I gave her a short shoulder and back massage, as kisses surfed her back, from the top all along the way till the end of her spine, which was hidden by the her shorts top elastic band. After ensuring she felt all relaxed, and her back’s tension fully relieved, I proceed in lifting her front lower torso slightly off the ground, as I placed my fingers on the elastics, and removed her shorts languidly over her smooth perky rear, down to her ankles, and then taking them off entirely. I was truly mesmerised by sight of her 2 firm rear cheeks, perking from her matching white “Hello Kitty” boy-leg undies. That was the first time I saw them partial nude and placed my hand over on each side, and felt her baby-like smooth hairless surface.

“Gosh!” I exclaimed. “Never knew you had a prefect 10 bum!” “You must had taken very good care of them.” I added as I proceed massaging them.
“Of course!” She happily replied. “All that in-line skating and basketball kept them well-toned.” “Moreover I ensure that it’s well moisturised before bed each night.” She said with pride. “I did all that, cause I want you to enjoy them!” She continued.
“Thanks…I will appreciate them as requested!” I winked as I replied her.

After feeling and massaging her rear cheeks for some time, I placed my nose on them unconsciously sniffed them. It was the unmistakable scent of “Johnson’s Baby products” that filled my nostril. As I shifted slowly downwards, another odour that I couldn’t identify at all invaded. An emanation that truly unusual and unique in its own rights, and dilating intensively as I inched closer towards her “secret garden”. (It was also then that I came to know that very woman has uniquely different scent below, as I had sex once before [Chelsea Story]) It was then that I realised that she had gradually parted her legs, as I traced her bum’s scent downwards, thus deliberately releasing that mysterious fragrance. It was also then that I noted a constant accelerating damp spot, concentrated in the middle of her panties, previously sandwiched between her legs, and now stuck there utterly touching bare skin. As I embarked on an intriguing trip down south, I recognised some clear secretion leaking out from that fully soaked spot, and she shivered slightly as I gently brushed my index finger, moistened its tip against the cloth, before placing in my mouth for a taste. Only 1 word could describe the taste then – Sweet! I realised that the more I brushed my fingers against it, the more secretion came forth. And before long, I was tugging at the middle of her panties, with her twisting and turning franticly with each lick of my tongue. After a while, she reached my hands, placed them at the top of the undies elastic band, and motioned for me to take them off. Like with her shorts, I lifted her gently off the ground, fashioned her undies gingerly over her smooth perky rear, down to her ankles, and then stripping off entirely. Now with her rear was fully naked in front of me, I can fully and truly cherish what God had bestowed upon her.

She then turned her head to the side and said: – “There’s more “goodies” in front.” “ Why don’t you rotate me round and discover for yourself?” She added.
“Your wish is my command!” I answered, turning her round on her back once more.
We were lying face to face once again, and we kissed before she pulled and helped me out of both my shorts and boxers inside. Finally, like an escaping prisoner tasting freedom, my long-aching erection sprung from its “jail” and stood proudly, nearly hitting Anne in the face in the process. After the shocking initial entry of my penis worn off and the last piece of clothing fell on the ground, we both laid naked on our sides, facing each other.

She then whispered in my ear: – “I wan you to lay back and relax…Cause it’s time to return the favour!” She smiled sheepishly as she moved and wrapped her hands around my fully erected 5¾ ins. dick, and proceed with gently stroking its whole length, from tip to my “groomed” base and with each stroke gradually tightening and increased her speed as she got acquainted comfortably with it. Even as her hands grew tried, she never stopped stroking, only loosened her grip and slowed down, until she regained strength to continue. She kept doing this for a while, but avoided any sudden hand movements and keeping her hands stilled there, as I approached the edge of eruption. She would only continued when she felt that it had subsided and safe to go on. She apparently had some kind of experience, as she brought me close to “eruption” several times.

I questioned: – “How did you know that I was about to come?”
Her reply was simply: – “I just know!”
“You just know?” I exclaimed.
“Yap…From your face expression, and the “increasing” pulsing movement of your penis…It’s not hard not to know!” She replied cheekily.
She wanted to proceed with some oral work, but I stopped her halfway, as I explained to her that personally I’m not really a fan of “blow-jobs”. She just laughed and said: – “Why?” “You scared I bite your penis off…Is it?”
“Nope!” “Just don’t like it…That’s all.” I replied.
“Okay!” “Save me the effort too!” She smiled.
“By the way, why your pubic hairs so short?” She asked
“Just easy to maintain…I guess!” I replied.

So she returned to her previous penile handiwork, but not as in-depth as before, but sufficient enough to keep it erected. As she did hers, I began slipping my hands down towards her “bushlands”. It was moist, perhaps from the previous activity I thought, and glanced down to confirm my thoughts. Her pubis was rather captivating, with hair growth upwards directed and equilateral triangle-shaped. There were tell-tale signs that she, like me “mow the lawn” too. So I asked her: – “So why your are pubic hairs so short then?”
“Well…To keep them soft firstly, and secondly it makes the whole “package” below looks more appealing.” She answered.
“Don’t you like it?” She continued.
“Hmmm…!” I replied as my fingers gently work their way towards them.
“They do truthfully feel rather soft, but as for making the “package” below looked more appealing…this I don’t know!” I continued.
“Why not you take a look for yourself, and discover what I said is true!” “But please be gentle!” “I’m still a virgin!” She immediately answered.

So we continued laying face to face, playing with each other pubis and genitals for a quite, before she stopped momentary, removed her hands from my penis, and used it to motion my hands towards her innermost region, before returning to their original location. As my hands inched towards her vagina, pass her pubis, I felt warmth and moisture, gradually increasing with each depths into her “secret garden”. Soon I found my hand in-between her legs, and I knew that I had arrived at the “spot”.

“Gosh…It’s sure warm and moist down there.” I thought quietly.
“And since I’m here…Might as well get started.” I smirked.

I placed my palm against her vagina, and started stroking her vaginal outer lips with my index and middle fingers. There was some stray pubic hairs growth, other than that, it feels puffy and moist. I began exploring more with my fingers; firstly gently feel the skin, before gently parted those tightly clasped lips slightly. As I did that, whatever that was building inside, began to seep slowly out through the small opening, rapidly dampening my fingers with her sticky, now familiar smelling secretions. As I parted those lips more, more came out. As there it was, her vaginal inner lips…Smooth hairless skin, perfectly formed and equally shaped, which protruded slightly out her outer lips. They were well saturated with the clear sticky secretions, which made slight entry for my fingers effortless, as I decided that was as far as I would allow myself to go. Suddenly without any warning, as I moving upward back towards her pubis, her hand immediately tightly gripped onto my penis, as she “clamped” her legs shut, trapping my hand in the process.

She say something which I barely made out: – “Oooo…Ahh…!” “ Don’t touch there…Very ticklish!”
I replied: – “Ouch!” “What…Where?” But knew my hand had to remain motionless for a while, before she gradually released her hand and leg “vice”.
As I was deeply curious about what has happened just now…So I lay her on her back, and repeated my previous questions, as she regarded her breath. She only said: – Don’t touch me there…It’s highly sensitive!”

With me her on her back legs bent at the knees, slightly placed apart, and me sitting upright between them, I proceed down her “secret garden” with caution, to see what had actually occurred. I looked and felt my way towards her vaginal region, returning to the spots I previously felt. For the first time, I saw her outer and inner vaginal lips; it was actually as what I pictured in my mind as I felt them. As I parted her dark pinkish inner vagina lips, I discovered a pinhead-like object, projecting far out from the top of those lips (Which later I know was her clitoris!). I approach the alien-looking object carefully, and gently inched towards it with my fingers.

“It sure looks out of place!” I thought to myself.
And as I brushed against and barely touching it, her leg suddenly “clamped” shut, inter-locked and straightened, and like before, my hand was stuck between them.
She looked at me rather pissed and screamed: – “I told you not to touch it…Why don’t you listen?”
“Sorry!” I replied.
“Serve you right!” She answered teasingly.

Like before, it took a while before my hands were released. But this time I make sure that I stay clear of that “forbidden” area, as I continued with vaginal duties. After some time of “probing”, I leaned forward, wanting to taste more of the secretion that constantly seeped for her vagina. But before I could do that, her legs closed gently and said: – “I too don’t like the idea of “lip-service” down there!”
“Guess we are quits then!” I replied.

Laughter filled the tent for a while, as we allowed the ironic moment to sink in. now at least we both knew we had somethings in common. Like “mowing our lawn” and our dislike for “lip-service”. So with her still on her back, and me now lying by her side, we continued playing with each other genitals. My penis was getting hard again from her “handiwork” and pulsing, eager to released its load, and her vagina getting accentuating moisten and its heat elevating. We both knew it’s now or never. There’s no turning back now. We both knew deep inside that we want it badly. So I asked: – “Are you ready?”
“It could hurt for a while, especially doing this for the very first time.” I continued, knowing the fact that she was still a virgin.

She never replied, but I knew from her firm head’s up-down motion, that she had signaled her physical readiness and mental preparations to be penetrated. So I got on top of her as she parted her legs, just wide enough to allow my lower torso to be perfectly positioned in the middle of her vagina. With my hands supporting my weight, I slowly lowered myself down towards, till I rested comfortably on her naked body. I proceed with one hand lifting my upper torso slightly, and the other reaching down, and positioning my penis and the locating the correct orifice for penetration. I located the spot after some time of fiddling, and was about to thrust forward in, when she quietly signaled that it was her anus that I found, not her genuine vaginal track as thought. So she removed one of her hands, which was tightly clasped together as I was able to enter her then, and positioned my penis towards her proper “opening” and held it just outside there. I knew it would be the “one” as I felt the pulsating heat and moisture on my penile head, as it escaped from her vagina. With her hand guidance, I slowly probed downwards, gradually feeling my way around, till I was met with more warmth and moisture. Her hand left my penis the moment it found and entered slightly into the “opening”, and returned to clasp the other hand, placed round my neck. With confidence building, I proceed on lowering my lower torso more towards her, allowing my penis to penetrate her more deeply. She tightened her grip as I slowly worked my penis deeper into her vagina. Only to loosen each time I withdraw slightly. As I worked my penis halfway into her vagina, I met with some considerable resistance, and I knew that from her facial expression that it was undoubtedly causing hurt. I immediately withdrew slightly, and asked: – “Is it very painful?”
“Yap…But I think I can handle it for the time being.” “Just continued inching your way in” She replied.

Before I proceed with her request, I reminded her that if it was still painful, that we stop instantly. She agreed and proceed biting her lower lip, while I slowly inched my way back into her vagina. Soon I’m returned to the resistant position, and was reluctant to penetrate further, as discomfort was clearly on her face. But she motioned with her head, that I should go ahead, and overcome the “barrier” once and for all. She parted her leg slightly more to each side, in preparations for the sexual “obstacles” ahead. With her hands tightly gripping behind my neck, it was her obvious sign for me to go ahead and thrust forwards. With both my hands, cradling the spot beneath her shoulder blades, and just beside her breasts, I lifted my lower torso off her slightly, and pierced my penis deeply into her vagina, with all the force I could muster. She screamed delicately, as her nails clawed into my shoulders, moment my penis went spearing deep into her crevasses. There was a gentle “Pop” sound, and before I fully fathomed what had transpired, I was deeply rooted in her. As I laid, with my penis fully penetrated into her vagina, I stopped thrusting, just to see how she was coping, and to ensure she was all right. I saw a tear, fleeing from the corner of her eyes, as I glanced upon her face.

“Are you feeling all right?” “Sorry for causing so much suffering!” I said
“Ouch…Your thrust almost torn me apart.” She replied painfully.
“It’s okay now…Gotten less painful now!” “Let’s continue!” She added.
“Are you sure?” I asked

A firm “Yes” was her answer. With that, I slowly moved my lower torso upwards to withdraw my penis slightly, and just to ensure that she was truly able to proceed on. As I withdrew my penis, I noticed specs of blood spattered over its length, and some blood was about to seep out her vagina, thus confirming her hymen must had be broken when I deeply thrusted into her. After ensuring she was good to continue, I proceed slithering my penis, back into her “black box”, and began moving my hips in an up-and-down motion.
“Hey…The pain has subsided already!” “It’s sure feels weird with your penis now moving in and out of me.” She declared.
“Could you speed up the movements slightly?” She requested.

As I sped up my thrusting motion, she slightly hunched her back, causing her hips to elevate marginally off the ground, and lifted her legs into the air, and spread them far apart possible to the side, as to facilitate deeper and faster thrusting. She changed her leg positions, as I continuing thrust my penis into her. Sometimes placing them over my shoulders, at times bent at the knees, feet apart slightly and sometimes tightly closed together. With each thrust, it became less painful and more enjoyable for both of us.

After 10 minutes of me thrusting and withdrawing my penis, I felt rather exhausted and wanted a short break. She motioned for me to rotate her round, so she would be on top of me, after absorbing my weight, and my relentless vaginal assault. With my penis still firmly “locked” in her, I began turning over, so she would be on top for once. Once she was on top faced towards me, she began her method of vaginal attack, by lifting her bottom slightly off, before plunging back down again in a rocking motion, as I was caressing her breast at the same time. After some time in that position, she suddenly turned around with her back towards me, and began doing the same action. She then grabbed my hands, and placed them against her firm butt to assist movements. She remained back and forth for a while, before deciding we should changed positions.

I placed her face down, with a small pillow under her stomach; to lift her hips off the ground, as I gently entered from behind. But we never stayed in that position for long, caused it felt too animalistic for our liking.

After trying some other positions, we decided that we should end the session soon, as we should get some sleeps, for we need to break camp early tomorrow morning, and returned home. I laid her down, back on the ground once more, positioned myself between her legs, located the warm entrance, and slowly ploughed my way in. As I sped up and deepened my thrusting, I feel Anne’s vaginal pulsed rapidly, with it becoming incredibly wetter with our in sync thrusting motion. I knew she would climax soon, from her facial expressions, irregular breathing patterns and soft moaning. I concentrated all my senses towards my penis, as it moved rapidly in-and-out of her vagina. Before long, I felt some pressure built-up from the penile base, and was rapidly ascending towards the penile head, I knew I would ejaculate soon. But as the “eruption” was compounding, I decided that I better not impregnate Anne, and wanted to withdraw just before I come. But she had other ideas on her mind. As she felt my penis was beginning to pulse more rapidly via her vaginal walls, she knew I was about to blow and her, about to orgasm soon. She placed and interlocked her legs over my waist, and drew me closer as she tightened them.

“I’m going to ejaculate soon, and really don’t wanna make you pregnant.” “Let go before it’s too late!” I said under our hastened breath.
“Don’t worry!” “It’s okay!” “Make your deposit!” “Just fill me up…” She replied, as she drew her legs closer towards her body, with me firmly clasped.

As our pubis touched, those were the last words I registered in my mind, as I finally “erupted”, ejaculating forcefully, with each pulse depositing generous amount semen deep in her vagina. While she screamed a long “Ahhh…” her orgasmic fluids gushed out her pulsating vagina with each contraction, and rapidly absorbing spermatic fluids deep into her uterus, where an egg had long been awaiting fertilization. We just rested in that posture for a while, before withdrew my spent penis out of her, cleaned ourselves up, wiping our genitals clean of “evidence”, before falling asleep in each other’s arms, naked body, clothing and all.

As we laid asleep soundly, both dead tired from all the activities, excess semen mixed with drops of blood leaked slowly out of Anne’s resting vagina. An unforgettable sight next morning, reminding both Anne and I, of our virginal, passionate rendezvous that cold November night of 1997.

I remember when daddy first took me. How wonderful. What more can a 18 year old girl ask for than her daddy to be the first to break into her pussy? I have sex with males my own age too, but daddy’s the best.

Whenever I saw him nude coming out of the shower, my body goose-bumped from excitement. There was something about daddy that made me want to sleep with him. I started to notice how sexy he looked and waited two years for him to have hot sex with me.

He always told me how pretty I was, but I never knew how to get him in bed with me. He loved my blond hair, blue eyes, and the fact that my weight was average for my height of 5′ 6.” I know he also liked my plump tits, because sometimes I’d catch him looking at them and I’d fantasize about being naked with him.

One day, I had an idea. I started to buy sexy panties and would show them to him whenever I could. I’d also leave my bedroom door wide open so he could see me getting into them if he walked past my room. Sometimes in my skimpy bikini, I’d drop something on purpose just to bend over so he could view my ass. I always hoped that it would arouse him enough so he made a move, but he never did – until one Saturday morning when I came downstairs for breakfast.

All I had on were my bikini panties. My little titties bounced as I moved around the kitchen. He stared, but didn’t mention the fact. We ate and talked about school, and then afterwards as I washed the dishes, he began to squeeze my cheeks gently. His hand felt so nice on my ass, so exciting that I wanted to turn around, unzip his jeans, and give him the best blowjob he ever had.

“Daddy loves your ass, baby. I always did. You going to let daddy fuck you?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that to me, daddy. Let’s do it right here, ok?”

He wasn’t a time waster for sure. He immediately stripped off my panties, undressed himself and before I knew it, his face was buried in my crack. I can’t tell you how good it felt having his wet tongue lick my asshole. It felt so good that my legs started to feel like rubber, especially when he started to suck. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. My pussy was getting wet.

“Suck daddy’s cock for a while, baby. It’s hot and ready.”

I wasn’t a time waster either. I got on my knees and took his succulent six-inch cock right in my mouth and eagerly sucked it for him. The taste. Oh, the taste. His fat dick was like pure sugar to me. The best I ever sucked.

“Doing a good job, baby. Keep it up and show daddy how much you love his cock.”

I simply loved sucking his dick and swallowed every inch up to his balls. If I only knew that this was going to happen, I would have skipped breakfast altogether. I fed on his cock hungrily, tasting his cock more and more, loving every minute.

“Ahh, honey. That was nice. Get on the floor, baby. Let daddy suck your pussy.”

I spread my legs wide and watched him move up between my thighs. Then he licked through my dark brown pussy hair, caressing my cunt-lips with his wet tongue. Then I thought I’d go wild when he gently licked my clit. I could feel my cunt getting wetter and wetter. There was no doubt. He was taking good care of my sexual need.

“Did you like the way daddy sucked your cunt, baby?”

“Oh daddy. You’re the best.”

“Time to put daddy’s fat cock in your pussy. Keep your legs spread, honey.”

This was the real moment I had been waiting for. He rested on top of me and stuck his fat cock into my hairy pussy. I held him close while he humped, taking in every inch he gave me. He gave me cock and I wanted more and more with every thrust.

“Daddy loves your pussy, baby. You give it better than mommy did.”

“I’m glad you like it daddy because I absolutely love your cock.”

This was a whole lot better than being fucked by a boy. My own daddy fucking me. How exciting. How wonderful it was the entire time.

“Oh baby. Daddy can’t hold off any longer. Daddy’s going to fuck you hard now and shoot a big load of cum into your hole.”

In a flash, he went at it vigorously. I never had my cunt pounded so hard. He banged and banged. He was spreading my hole wide as I waited for his thick load of hot love juice to fill my little cunt.

“Oh yeah, baby! Yes! Yes! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Shooting my load into you, baby!”

I felt the rush of his hot cum gushing up my snatch. I yelled in ecstasy.

“Oh daddy! Oh geez! You fucked my cunt so good! Don’t take your cock out, daddy! Stay inside of me, daddy! Stay inside of me!

His cock drove me wild as I climaxed. My hands were all over his back until we settled down. We kissed with passion after it was over, but I got more of what I had wanted later that night. I sucked his cock and had my first taste of his warm cum. He’s been fucking me ever since and love every moment

T’was the night before Christmas, and in MzDominica’s house, Santa crouched next to the Christmas tree, pulling packages out of his sack. The ornaments and lights on the tree twinkled and shimmered, even though no one else was in the room to appreciate them. Suddenly, from somewhere in the tree, a light mist, like an air freshener, sprayed into his face. Santa’s thoughts went blank for a moment, and he did not realize that MzDominica had entered the room and was standing next to him, until She spoke.

“Not a mouse that’s stirring,” She said. Her beautiful voice took on a combination of seduction and command. “Your mind is going blank, now, Santa. Blank. You think of nothing. You hear only My Voice.”

Santa continued to kneel next to the tree, staring at the twinkling ornaments, his mind empty of all thought. MzDominica lowered another twinkling object, dangling from a chain, in front of his face. The facets of the crystal caught glints of light from the tree and reflected them into Santa’s eyes, changing the colors. Yellow, green, purple, blue. Glittering and twinkling. So pretty.

“That’s right, Santa. Gaze deep into the crystal. Look at all the pretty colors. Watch the crystal as it spins around… and around… and around…” For good measure, Dominica drew a vial from a pocket in Her robe and held it up to his face. “Breathe in,” She whispered, as She sprayed another squirt of mind control mist into his face. No use taking chances — this was Santa Claus, after all!

“Feel the warm relaxation spread through your face. Down your neck. Into your chest. And your arms. Feel your legs relax. And your feet relax. So loose, relaxed, and warm. So quiet. Watch the pretty colors, and let them fill your mind. No thoughts. Only the colors. Yellow, green, purple, blue.”

Santa’s eyes were wide, the pupils large dark pools in the half-lit room. His jaw had fallen open, his mouth a small pink oval in the middle of his white beard.

“Good, Santa. Let everything go. Let it all go. Loose… and relaxed.” She looked down at Santa, a little surprised he was dressed exactly like one would expect from all the pictures. Red suit, white trim, black boots. “Nice boots,” She said, “though a bit more serviceable than fashionable.” She shifted Her stance a little, so Her leg was now in Santa’s field of vision, covered in a knee-high boot of deep brown leather, which went so well with the salmon-colored night robe She wore. “How do you like MY boots?”

Dominica moved the crystal toward Her leg, and Santa’s gaze shifted, blankly, following it. She held the crystal in front of Her boot. Time to see if this had worked. “Kiss My boot, slave.”

Slowly, almost in a drifting motion, Santa twisted around a bit, and bowed his head low to the floor. And kissed MzDominica’s boot. First the toe. Then he started a trail upward toward Her shin.

“Enough, slave,” Dominica commanded. “Now, I want you to explain to Me. I don’t see any packages for Me under the tree. Why not? Speak!”

Santa’s voice seemed to come from someplace far, far away. “You’re on the Naughty list,” he replied.

“How can you say that?” Dominica asked. “When I have brought joy to thousands of My slaves, all over the world!” She leaned downward, bringing Her beautiful cleavage close to Santa’s face. “Feel My fingers stroking your cock. You don’t need me to touch you, for you to feel it. One long stroke, with My long fingernails, stroking from base to tip.”

Santa’s breathing became a little more irregular.

“That’s right. Base to tip. And again. From base to tip. Along the underside of your cock. So slowly. So teasingly. Up to the head. Then around, and around.”

Santa continued to gaze at Dominica’s breasts. His eyes were drawn to the mermaid tattoo. Then to Her cleavage. A silent voice seemed to call him into that long, deep valley between Her gorgeous breasts. Down, down, down into darkness.

“I wouldn’t think of expecting you to drop by without offering you milk and cookies.”

Dominica stood up, and languidly strode across the room, past the fireplace. Santa followed Her with his eyes, unable to move. She stopped by what appeared to be a large easy chair, covered with a blanket. Then She bent down, grabbed one corner of the blanket, and gently pulled it aside. Underneath was a beautiful blonde woman, completely naked, attached to a frame by leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles, and supported by cleverly placed leather straps. She was clearly in a deep trance state, gazing forward into nothing. She was so deeply tranced and still, Santa hadn’t noticed she wasn’t just another piece of furniture.

“This is patti,” Dominica said. “My beautiful lesbian hooker.” She turned toward Santa, who had just enough awareness to meet Her eyes, and said, “And she’s your snack, for tonight!”

Even deep in trance, patti immediately noticed she could see MzDominica in the room. At the sight of her Mistress, her slow, quiet breathing changed to rapid panting, and her shaved pussy flowered open and started to drip. The nipples on her huge breasts tautened, and began to ooze little drops of milk.

“patti,” Santa said, tonelessly.

“Yes,” Dominica replied. “And regardless of WHAT list you have her on, she’s been a good girl. A very good girl, for her Mistress. And so I’ve arranged a special present for her. You’re going to lick her… and make her cum!”

“Good girl,” Santa repeated. “Yes, patti IS a good girl.”

“Glad we agree,” Dominica said. “Now, Santa, crawl over here, and give patti her Christmas present.”

Santa crawled, a little more quickly now, toward the bound slave, approaching directly between her legs. Dominica watched, and just as he got within a few inches of patti’s smooth hairless pussy, She said, “Wait!”

Santa halted, unable to disobey. Somewhere, way at the back of his mind, he could still wonder why.

“First the milk,” Dominica said. “THEN the cookies.” She ran a finger along Santa’s face, from the temple down into his beard, twirling it a bit. “Crawl over to her breasts. And drink.”

Santa backed away from between patti’s gorgeous spread legs, and crawled next to the frame on her left. Her breasts seemed so huge and firm, filled as they were with milk. Santa leaned forward, took a nipple into his mouth, and began to suck.

“That’s right,” Dominica encouraged. “Suck it. Drink the milk.” She knew that the mind control hormones filling patti’s body would only serve to take Santa deeper into hypnotic slavery, the more he drank. “Drink it all!”

patti moaned as her nipple was sucked, her breast was emptied. She had been so full, the relief of pressure was so nice. She began to wiggle her hips a little, aching to be fucked, licked, whipped, anything.

“Now the other breast,” Dominica commanded. “Crawl around to the other side. Drink your milk, slaveboy.”

Santa’s mind was becoming even emptier. His cock felt like a wooden pole, a sharp sword, a baseball bat — something long, hard, and needing to DO something, touch something, plunge into something, rub on something. He couldn’t think. He could only obey, crawl around the frame to patti’s right side, and take her other nipple in his mouth. As he sucked, his thoughts seemed to drift farther away. All he wanted to do was suck, lick, obey, obey, obey.

patti’s hips began to gyrate like she had a vibrator in her cunt. Of course, she THOUGHT she did, having been commanded by MzDominica to believe she was filled, 24/7, with vibrating eggs. Just on the edge of orgasm, all the time. Ready, ready, ready. The sucking on her nipple felt so good. So deep in trance, she didn’t know who or what was sucking her, but Santa’s beard tickled the skin over her ribs, and only made her more aroused. Unable to form words, patti continued to pant and moan, only able to react and obey.

“Good, Santa,” Dominica whispered. “Now, I think she’s ready. Crawl around, back to between her legs. Time to enjoy patti’s cookies!”

Santa crouched low on the floor, turning around, crawling mindlessly along the right side of the frame, down, and back up between the slave’s legs.

patti’s naked cunt was pulsing… pulsing… pulsing… trained to pulse exactly in time with the light from MzDominica’s crystal. Aching to be sucked, licked, stroked, whipped, spanked — anything, anything, anything, please, please, please!

At the touch of Santa’s tongue, patti squealed! She wiggled her hips, and sank down into her bondage, trying to get closer in contact with the warm, wet stimulation. Her legs were spread too wide for his beard to tickle the insides of her thighs — but the gentle, feathery contact with the cheeks of her bottom got her hips pumping even harder. Santa’s tongue began a complicated sequence of strokes, swirls, and slurps that surprised MzDominica. Nibbling on the inner labia, then a stroke upward to the clit. Around and around the clit, then starting down the other side, and a sudden jump to nibble at the outer labia.

“Hmmm,” She thought. “Mrs. Claus must have a better time of things than I thought.”

Santa’s tongue twirled and licked. patti’s hips bucked. Closer and closer and closer to orgasm. Needing to cum. Aching to cum. Almost there, almost, just on the edge, wanting it, please, please, please, just a little bit, a little bit, a little bit more!

But, of course, patti could not cum — not without MzDominica’s permission.

Mistress watched, as Santa licked, and patti’s gyrations got wilder and wilder, her voice squealed more and more continuously, unable to stop, unable to go on — perfectly obedient in her training to do only as her Mistress commanded.

Dominica smiled, a wry, crooked smile. Of enjoyment. And control. And lust. Ohhhh, yes. Lust. Her needs would be attended to later. But right now, time for Her slave’s present. She leaned forward, toward patti’s right ear, and whispered. “You have My permission, slut. Cum! Cum and cum and cum!”

patti’s squeals turned into screams, as she came, over and over again. In wild, thrashing convulsions, held in control only by the cuffs and straps that would not let her move. Dominica watched as patti’s body clenched in waves, starting in the middle of her belly, and moving outward in ripples, as her entire body orgasmed, over and over and over again. Santa continued licking, as patti continued to cum. After a few minutes, the intensity of her thrashing became gentler, more languid. And Santa’s tongue matched her, slowing down, becoming more languid. Dominica watched, as a wave of muscle contractions moved visibly from patti’s cunt, upward across her belly, wiggling her breasts, twitching her arms, her head moving from side to side as she moaned, happily, mindlessly. Little by little, patti and Santa slowed, together, as patti’s orgasms subsided. Till Santa’s face and tongue were still, and patti lay there, suspended in the harness, a huge smile on her blank, empty face.

patti’s pussy juices, also laced with Dominica’s mind control hormones, soaked into Santa’s face… and dribbled on the carpet. Mistress made a mental note to have patti suck the carpet clean, tomorrow.

“Kneel down, slave. Down here, at My feet.” Santa pulled his face away from patti’s cunt, crawled over to Dominica’s boots. “Down further. Place your face between My toes, and touch your nose to the floor.” Blankly, Santa did as he was instructed. Unconsciously, he pumped his hips ever so gently, consumed with lust in his deep, mind controlled trance.

“Now, Santa, I want you to listen carefully,” Dominica said. “All the rest of tonight, no matter where you are, no matter what you’re doing… Whenever you hear the phrase ‘Santa is coming,’ or ‘Here comes Santa Claus’ — or ANYTHING about Santa and coming… you will cum. You will orgasm. In one brief, little spurt. Every time. You will cum. Every time. You will not remember these commands, or being hypnotized by me — but you WILL obey these instructions. I want your pants nice and drippy and wet with cum when you return to the North Pole. Do you understand?”

Santa had trouble forming the words, but his voice managed to croak out, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good,” replied Dominica. “Now, about Me being on the Naughty list…” She crouched down, Her mouth close to his ear, and ran a finger down the side of his face. “Wouldn’t you agree, your milk and cookies were nice?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Santa whispered. His eyes were still unfocused, his mind empty and obedient.

“There’s no reason I can’t be on BOTH lists, right? Naughty AND Nice?”

A faint grin appeared on Santa’s lips, as that idea took hold. “Yes… Naughty and Nice…”

“So, Santa… Let Me tell you what I want for Christmas.” Dominica leaned even closer, and whispered in Santa’s ear. He listened attentively, blank as his mind was, absorbing every detail. Dominica looked intently at Santa’s face, memorizing every detail, suppressing a giggle at how straggly his beard looked, still soaked in patti’s drippings.

Dominica stood up, brushed one hand across Santa’s forehead. “You can do that for Me, tonight, right? You’re magical, right?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Santa replied, still kneeling at Dominica’s feet.

“Very well, My magical slave. Forgetting everything, but obeying all My instructions… When you awaken, you will not notice that I am here. You will finish your visit, and leave, not remembering you were seen by anyone. On the count of three, you will now wake up. One, beginning to regain consciousness. Two, becoming more aware of yourself. And three, wide awake, Santa. Stand up.”

Santa blinked a moment, not sure how he’d gotten from the Christmas tree over to the middle of the living room. He looked around, somehow missing the fact that MzDominica was standing right next to him. Walking, a little stiffly, back to the tree, he picked up his sack, pulled out a few more packages, and placed them under the tree. His hand brushed against a small lighted ornament depicting Santa in his sleigh, which suddenly started to play a few bars of an old Bing Crosby recording of “Here Comes Santa Claus, Right Down Santa Claus Lane.” Santa shivered a little, and felt his cock leap unexpectedly in his pants, and spurt. Enjoying the experience, but a bit confused, Santa stood, pulled his sack closed, and started toward the chimney.

A beautiful voice seemed to come out of nowhere. “Better keep that wet spot bundled up warm, Santa,” it said sweetly. “You wouldn’t want to get frostbite.” Santa looked around a moment, then turned toward the fireplace again.

As he got into the fireplace, and began to rise back upward, Santa heard the voice one more time. “Make sure it’s red,” the voice called out. “And has a full tank of gas!”

— Happy Christmas! And to all, a Good Night! —