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My name is Julie. I am a twenty-five-year-old woman who has been in a serious, committed monogamous relationship for nearly four years. I moved in with Marc, nearly two years ago. We live in Lows Angeles and enjoy a good life together. 

We are both professional people, whose careers occupy much of our attention during the week. On the weekends, we really try to dedicate our attention, and our passion, to each other.

Our sex life is excellent. But more importantly, we are ‘soulmates’, who share everything…well almost.

We have discussed marriage, but at this point in our lives, there is no compelling reason to ‘formalize’ our relationship with a piece of paper. However, Marc and I both agree that someday, we will want to settle down with a more ‘conventional’ relationship and start a family. Until then, our current arrangement suits us perfectly.

One of the things I value most about our relationship is our closeness and openness. Marc and I can share thoughts, emotions, and our histories, without fear of recrimination.

And, over the years, we had shared some deeply personal thoughts and experiences. Which is why this particular story is somewhat surprising. Although we both knew the other masturbated occasionally, we had never really discussed it, or our secert fantasies during masturbatio, until a week ago..

Marc had been out of town on business all week. I picked him up at LAX around 6:50 p.m., on Friday evening.  We went directly from the airport to dinner. We dined at a lovely seafood restaurant close to where we live.

Since it was the end of the work week, and neither of us had to work tomorrow, we wanted to unwind.  We had a couple of cocktails, before sharing a bottle of chardonnay while enjoying a dinner of Caesar salad, steamed clams, grilled mahi mahi, and key lime pie.

Since we were only a few blocks from our condo, and could easily walk home from the restaurant, we drank more than we normally would.

We walked home around 10:30 p.m, leaving our BMW in the parking lot adjacent to the restaurant.

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The combination of a week of sexual abstinence caused by Marc’s business trip, the relief at the end of a stressful work week, the alcohol, and quite possibly, my time of month, all served to make me a bit more amorous than usual.

I led Marc to a large, comfortable chair in our living room and bade him to sit down, and sat on his lap. Looking deep into his eyes, I held his face and kissed him. Immediately, I felt his penis throb against my bottom as he opened his mouth to accept my tongue. His penis was continuing to pulse against my ass as I kissed. I loved the way his penis reacted to me.

I was in love, and in heat, a wonderful combination.

I took his hand and raised it to my breast. He felt me through the silky material of the pale yellow sun dress and the sheer material of my bra. We continued to neck, as he gently teased my nipple through the material.

I could feel my pussy growing wetter in anticipation. I could feel my pulse in my erect clitoris. And every pulse of his penis against my bottom sent a twinge through my loins directly to my pussy.

I stood up for a moment.  I reached behind me and unzipped the pale-yellow dress and let it fall to the floor. I stood there in my matching yellow bra and bikini set, posing for a moment.

“Julie, you truly are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“I hope you will always feel that way.”

I reached between my breasts and unclasped the hook holding my 34B bra cups together, but I did not remove the bra. It hung loosely, still covering my very erect nipples.

As I climbed back on Marc’s lap, this time I sat astride his legs, my legs around him.

As I did so, Marc adjusted his erection upward, allowing it to rest against his abdomen, forming a large cylindrical lump in his pants. I stared into his eyes as he reached up and opened the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts. I slid the straps off my shoulders, allowing the bra to fall to the floor behind me.

I was now wearing only my pale-yellow bikini panties.

Sitting astride him, my bare breasts exposed to his glance and his touch, I took his face in my hands, lifting it up, and resumed kissing him with all the passion I had. I sucked his tongue into my mouth.

Marc cupped both of my breasts in his hands as our tongues danced from his mouth to my mouth, and then back again.

I humped forward, pressing my crotch into his erection, grinding my erect clit into his rigid cock. I could feel my slippery wetness leaking from me, soaking the gusset of my panties.

As I pressed against him, he humped back into me, and as he gently teased my nipples.

He broke off the kiss, and then, leaning forward, took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently, causing me to moan out loud as I held his head to my breast. I was in absolute ecstasy. I did not ever want him to stop sucking my breasts.

I continued to grind our crotches together, humping both of us into a frenzy of arousal. I felt very, very sexy sitting astride the man who I loved. We necked for several minutes, panting into each other’s mouth, exploring each other’s bodies.

“Marc, let’s go to my bedroom.”

I returned for one last tongue probing kiss before arising from his lap. I took him by the hand and began to lead him to the bedroom we shared. My breasts swayed gently as I walked. I felt unusually sexy and affectionate that particular evening.

I sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only my panties, my bare breasts in view. I bade Marc to stand in front of me as I unbuckled his belt, undid his fly and lowered his pants and boxers, allowing his massively erect penis to spring into view.

Marc stepped out of his pants and boxers and began removing his shirt. He had a marvelous body, tight but muscular chest and arms; powerful, athletic legs; tight, flat stomach; and a long, thick, very rigid erection waving in front of my face. He was my Adonis.

“Damn you are very sexy,” I said as I ran my hands up his chest, stopping to play with his nipples as I leaned forward and took the head of his penis into my mouth. I stopped just long enough to add, “Very sexy indeed.”

His penis arched upward each time I licked the head with my tongue. He moaned loudly as I took the glans into my mouth, wrapping my lips just below the pronounced ridge of its head.

I sucked and licked the large bulbous head for several seconds. I loved the salty, slightly bitter trace leakage from his penis as it arched up in response to my tongue and lips.

I then pulled his erection from my lips and studied it. I stroked him up and down with my fist as I examined this magnificent example of manhood. As I stroked him, the tiny hole at the tip of his penis seemed to open and close slightly. This always intrigued me.

I inserted the tip of my tongue into the small slit opening at the tip of his penis. Marc shuddered and his knees seemed to buckle slightly. His hands came up to the sides of my head and he moaned loudly, letting me know how much he liked that.

I stood up and coyly asked, “Marc, would you like the honor of removing my panties?”

I assumed my most provocative pose, my erect nipples pointing upward, and my hand on my hips waiting for his response. Rather than answer, he simply knelt in front of where I was standing, with his fine erection waving at the ceiling in front of him, and he began to pull my panties down, kissing my breasts as he did so.

Marc, still kneeling in front of me, placed his right hand on my inner thigh and looked up at me. I understood what he wanted me to do. I spread my legs slightly, allowing his hand to move up my inner thigh.

I closed my eyes and listened to my own labored breathing as I felt his fingers slowly trace their path up my inner thigh to my very wet pussy. The teasing slow manner in which he moved his fingers towards their goal had me rocking my hips ever so slightly in anticipation of his touch.

His fingers slowly opened the wet outer folds of my labia to reveal my excitement.

He ran his fingers up and down my slit, paying particular attention to my now erect and sensitive clitoris causing me to gasp loudly. I stood there, biting my lower lip. I would make a slight moan involuntarily every time his fingers contacted my clitoris.

“You are very wet, Julie.”

“I’ve been wet all day thinking about you, thinking about you coming home tonight. I really missed you,” I confessed.

He said, “It shows…I am very flattered,” as he started to slide his fingers inside of me.

I stood with my legs apart, squatting slightly to open myself up to allow Marc to touch me intimately.  I reached out and balanced myself by placing each of my hands on his shoulders as his fingertips found my wet opening and entered me.

He quickly had one, then two fingers inside me. My lubrication was literally flowing out of me now, coating my inner thighs, making them slippery. I was open and ready.

He curled his two fingers back towards himself, deep inside me, massaging the front wall of my vagina, deep inside me at my g-spot. I was responding just as he knew I would.

I found myself squatting deeper and opening my legs wider. I could feel my first orgasm starting to build.

“Marc, you’re going to make me cum... I can't hold out much longer.”

I was rocking my hips in a synchronized motion to the internal massage Marc was giving my vagina, continuing to steady myself by holding on to his massive shoulders, balancing myself as I squatted deeper and deeper. I wanted his fingers to reach inside me as deep as they could.

As my arousal grew, my movements became more pronounced. I was humping against his invading fingers with a violent rocking of my hips.

“Oh, fuck…I’m going to cum…just like that, just like that…don't stop...oh fuck,” I cried out as a series of convulsions shook my entire body.

My breasts were heaving as I struggled to maintain my balance as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed through me.

“Thank you. I needed that. You have no idea how badly I needed that. I have been crawling the walls all week…I don’t know why…but I have been really missing you,” I panted as his fingers exited my vagina.

I reached my hand out to him and guided him to stand.

I felt such an outpouring of love and affection for him at that moment. “I think you need to fuck me now.”

Marc guided me to the bed where he laid on his back. He motioned for me to climb on top of him and straddle his hips. With my knees on either side of his torso, I reached down and grasped the shaft of his erection, pointing the head of his magnificent cock at the opening of my vagina as I positioned myself over it. I rubbed the glans over my erect clit before separating the lips of my labia with it.

Having already had my first orgasm, my urgency was somewhat abated. Marc, on the other hand, urgently needed his release. He arched his hips upward instinctively trying to hurry me along. I pulled back away, leaving him humping at the air, teasing him with the prize he coveted: my pussy.

“Patience, my good man. Patience,” I teased.

Again, holding the head of his erection at my opening momentarily, I slowly lowered myself down on him, putting an inch or two inside me. “Oh god, you feel so big and thick.”

Marc always responded to me telling him how big he was, and how he was stretching my tight little pussy to its limits; even if we both knew that my vagina was capable of accommodating his erection.  I guess all men like being told how they are stretching the pussy to its limits, huh?

I raised myself up, pulling him nearly out of me, and then lowered myself down again, a bit further this time, taking more of him inside me.

In this position, after allowing him to penetrate me with the first four or five inches, or so, the head of his cock was rubbing the front inside wall of my pussy, stimulating my g-spot.

I sat straight up to place even more pressure on my front wall. This pressure on my g-spot was very intense and pleasurable. I slowly began to rock back and forth on Marc’s rigid tool, pressing the head against my g-spot and simultaneously grinding my clitoris on his rigid shaft.

I moved up and down, raising myself nearly off the massive cock inside me, and then plunging down on it, driving the large head deep inside my vagina.

As our pace quickened, Marc pulled me forward, and held me tight. He began thrusting up inside me to drive himself deeper inside my pussy with each stroke, banging hard against my cervix. I began moaning through my panting breaths.

As my excitement began to build, I began to keep Marc’s boner inside me and slide myself back and forth, grinding the head into the front of my vagina as he pounded in and out of me, pressing the large plum shaped head into my cervix.

I could feel a powerful climax starting to build in my core. If Marc could hold out a few moments longer, I was going to cum again.

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“Oh, fuck, you are going to get me again. I am getting so close. Oh god, just like that…fuck me…just like that,” I hissed.

I leaned further forward and began kissing my lover, sucking his tongue into my mouth, moaning loudly into his mouth as my hips began bucking wildly. I quickly crossed that magic line that triggered another series of waves crashing through my core.

Marc then pushed me back, into a seated position. In this position, our bodies were perpendicular to each other. In this position his erection was pressed firmly into the front wall of my uterus, stimulating my g-spot.

That was all it took to trigger my orgasm.

“Oh God, Marc, fuck me. don’t stop. You’re gonna get me off again,” I screamed.

Marc continued to thrust his hips up, banging into me with all his might as I started my second series of orgasmic waves. I was in ecstasy riding my lover. I felt like a bronco rider, straddling my lover as he bucked his hips against me, driving me into the air slightly with each thrust.

Then without warning, Marc flipped me over on my back without disengaging from me. Without ever leaving my open vagina, Marc was on top of me. In this position, he was punishing my pussy with deep, violent thrusts as I continued to cum. He was literally slapping himself balls deep into me with each brutal thrust.

We were well past the point of gentle love making; we were fucking like wild animals.

I knew he was preparing to erupt as well. I was being fucked violently and powerfully. Marc was driving my ass into the mattress, and my head into the head board with each punishing stroke. I had to reach up behind me with both arms to brace myself against the head board to keep from banging my head with each powerful thrust.

I was literally yelling loud screams of pleasure each time he pounded into me, it sent an orgasmic wave crashing through my core. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass, wanting to accept him as deep as I could.

Marc’s entire body then became rigid with a final deep thrust, and I could feel his penis throbbing deep inside me. His hands were on my hips holding me in place to accept his ejaculating penis as it pumped its seed. I enjoyed the fact he was cumming inside me.

He collapsed into a heaving pile of sweat and emotion on top of me. My legs around him, holding him in place, not wanting to allow him to escape from my very dilated pussy too quickly. I caressed his head as he lay panting on top of me. We were both completely satisfied, sated beyond belief.

“Marc, that was wonderful. I love you so much.”

With his cock still inside me, he looked deep into my eyes. “I love you too, Julie. I really do.”

I squeezed his still erect penis with my vagina. And we lay there coupled together for several minutes, trying to recover out senses and our breath. I did not want to disengage; I wanted to savor this moment as long as I could. I wanted to feel him inside me as we rested.

I loved the feeling of clutching at Marc’s erection inside me after I achieved an orgasm. There is nothing quite so wonderful as feeling a penis continue to pulse deep inside you as you cuddle in post-coital bliss.

After two or three minutes of lying motionless, still coupled together, he said, “you really did need a good fucking, didn’t you?”

“I guess I did…I’m not sure why, but I’ve been climbing the walls all weekend. If you were going to be gone another week, I might have to seduce the grocery boy,” I joked.

“Well, I am sure he’d like that. So, didn’t you consider ‘taking the edge off my masturbating?”

“It’s a poor substitute. I prefer the real thing…and you, baby, are the real thing.”

“So, I am kind of like Coke?” Marc joked.

“Exactly!”

Then Marc hit me with an unexpected question. “When you were teenager, what did you fantasize aboutwhen you masturbated?”

"I don’t know," I stammered. I was not sure how candid and forthcoming I wanted to be on this personal subject. I was not sure why, but I found discussing masturbation somewhat embarrassing.

Trying to maintain my composure, I added, “Marc, I went to a Catholic, all-girls high school. The nuns had us 'under lock and key'. It wasn’t until you corrupted me during my freshman year at LSU that I even knew that all this wicked stuff went on. I was quite naïve.”

“C’mon Julie. What did you think about when you masturbated? You did masturbate back then, didn’t you?”

With feigned indignation, I joked, “Never! The nuns told us it was a sin, so we spent our free time in prayer and silent meditation, banishing evil thoughts from our innocent minds.”

“Julie, didn't the nuns tell you that lying was a sin, too.”

“Okay, maybe I masturbated just once…or maybe twice…certainly not more than that,” I answered with obviously phony innocence.

“Yeah, right…C'mon. Seriously, what did you fantasize about?”

"Marc, I can’t tell you that…it’s too embarrassing…I was just a young girl of sixteen. I was just starting to understand my own sexuality, and my psyche’. It was a strange period of development for me. I was just getting acquainted with my ‘parts’ and how they worked. I had some weird thoughts back then...bizarre even.”

“Okay, so, you were just about sixteen when you started having your sexual awakening? What were these bizarre thoughts?”

"I can't tell you that…it's too personal…too naughty...I didn’t really know anything about sex, so I sort of made things up in my head. I had a very sheltered adolescence. Obviously, the nuns were sexually repressive. Strange as it might sound, I was taught that sex was something a woman endured for her husband, not something she enjoyed, or pursued.

"I know it sounds strange, but I thought that these feelings and thoughts I was having were wrong…sinful, in fact. But couldn’t help having them. At night, in my bedroom, when I was alone, my mind, and my fingers, would just wander…and my adolescent thoughts took me to some strange places. No question, I had some strange thoughts back then. But it is not something I can talk about,” I protested.

When I am nervous, I tend to talk too much…this was one of those times. If Marc let me go on too long, I’d end up confessing to the Lindbergh kidnapping soon.

“Well now you have to tell me…you know you are going to…”

I knew he was right. I always did ‘fess up’, and tell him everything eventually, but I protested one last time. “Marc, you’re embarrassing me.”

As I contemplated exactly what to say, my thoughts were suddenly transported ‘back in time’ to my youth, to a fantasy that I had frequently masturbated to as a young girl; one that never failed to allow me to achieve my teenage climax in the privacy of my bedroom.

“C’mon Julie, after all we’ve been through, nothing you can say is going to shock me.”

"I guess you’re right. Okay, when I was about sixteen, I did have one little scenario I would create in my mind that did arouse me, more than it should have...”

“Go on…you have my full attention,” Marc prompted.

I felt Marc’s cock swell inside me as we talked. I contracted my vagina to give him a little squeeze. He was remaining quite erect as we discussed my teenage masturbation fantasies.

I took a deep breath and said, “Okay, but I'm really embarrassed to even say it...but it was my ‘go to fantasy’ whenever I said ‘hello to little Juliet’ before drifting off to sleep at night. But I’m embarrassed to even say it…it’s naughty."

‘Little Juliet’ is Marc’s pet name for my vagina.

"C'mon, tell me...you know you're going to tell me about it eventually...you always do, eventually..."

"Okay, but you have to promise not to laugh or make fun of me…or ever tell anyone, ever…promise?”

“I promise. And I won’t think bad of you no matter how naughty it is. In fact, the naughtier the better.”

“Okay”, I sighed, “the details sometimes varied, but the basic premise always remained the same. I imagine that somehow; I get caught masturbating by my older brother. In some scenarios, he barges into my room, or the bathroom, or he comes home unexpectedly, and catches my diddling myself on the couch...but I get caught, red-handed...interrupted just as I am getting close…but there is absolutely no denying what I am doing…he knows he caught me, and I know he’s caught me.”

“How much older is your brother than you?” Marc interrupts, wanting every sordid detail of my wicked fantasy.

“Gary is actually three years older than me…at the time was having these fantasies, he was actually already away at college, but in the fantasy, he is still living at home with me...”

“Okay, continue, please,” Marc instructed.

"So, Gary catches me, and despite my pleas for him not to tell anyone, he rats me out to Daddy. I mean, I imagine myself literally begging my brother not to tell anyone, but he won’t listen.

“Gary tells my dad that I have been doing something bad, or naughty. This all happens when mom is away someplace…I don’t know where she is, but she is not home. It is just Gary, my dad and me at home, we’re all alone…”

Marc has started moving slightly, stroking himself in and out of my pussy now. This teenage fantasy arousing him, which encourages me to go on.

"Dad summons to the living room. Gary is with him. Daddy confronts me with what Gary had told him…I don’t know exactly what Gary told him, but Daddy seems to know precisely what I have been doing…at first, I deny it, but under my dad's relentless questioning, I break...I eventually I admit to my ‘sin’.

"Daddy tells me that that he is disappointed; that this is very naughty; that nice girls don’t do things like that…I feel so embarrassed at having to discuss my masturbatory habits with my dad, in front of my brother; but there is something excitingly wicked about admitting this. Daddy insists that I articulate precisely what I was doing, and how I was touching myself...it is terribly embarrassing, but exciting in a way.

"He says he understands, and kisses my lovingly on the forehead. He tells me he loves me, but tells me that I have to be punished. At first, I think he’s going to spank me, but he says no, I’m turning into a woman, and I am too old for spankings. Momentarily, I am relieved, but my relief is short-lived…

“Daddy tells me that my punishment is to make me think about what I did wrong, to fully understand my 'misdeeds'. He says I must stand in the living room corner, ‘bare-bottomed’ while I contemplate my sin.

"Marc, the words ‘bare-bottom’ just hang in the air. I can’t believe I am hearing him correctly! That's right, I am instructed to remove the clothing; ordered to strip from the waist down, in front of my brother, and stand in the corner!

Marc interrupts, “What are you wearing at the time?” He is absolutely enthralled by the wicked details of my tale. He is slowly fucking me now. I decide to go with the flow, and share every detail of my schoolgirl fantasy.

I shrug, "I don’t know…different things. It varied…Sometimes I imagine that I am wearing my pajamas; or, sometimes I am wearing a tee shirt and shorts. But most frequently, I am wearing my school uniform, which was a pleated, blue and green Scottish plaid skirt, with blue knee socks, a white blouse and saddle shoes. It’s the outfit I wore every day for four years at St. Joseph’s Academy for Girls…

“Marc, I don’t completely understand it myself, but there was something about imagining myself masturbating in my school uniform that made the act slightly more objectionable, or sinful…for some reason the thought of debasing this symbol of my repressed sexuality by diddling myself while wearing it seemed to add to my pleasure…

“I do know that the thought of being forced to strip, from the waist down, in front of my older brother and father, while wearing my school girl outfit felt particularly wicked and naughty…I don’t know why, but it just did…

“But regardless of what I am wearing, I am positively mortified at the thought of stripping in front of my father and brother.

“I beg Daddy to please 'at least let me keep my panties on', and 'please send Gary out of the room', but Daddy is unrelenting…he insists that I need to endure my shame, and that my brother needs to witness my shame...the shame of my sinful act of masturbation."

“I know how bizarre this all sounds, but it was terribly arousing to me when I was a teenager…”

Marc interrupts me, “Oh baby, this is so fucking hot…I can’t believe you’ve never shared this fantasy with me before.”

His pace is increasing. I also realize that I am getting very aroused reliving this fantasy.

I was pleased that there was no admonishment, no scolding or ridicule in Marc’s voice; only admiration and excitement. He did like my naughty side. He liked it a lot. I sense my story of my teenage fantasies has aroused him.

“So, you actually masturbated while imagining this?” Marc asked, his voice cracking with excitement.

“Uh huh…I can’t believe I’m telling you this now…no one, no other person on the face of the planet knows about these naughty thoughts that I had when I used to diddle myself…and, Marc, it always worked…I could get off every single time thinking about this,” I panted, my arousal matching Marc’s.

“Okay, tell me more,” Marc insisted anxiously.

I took a deep breath and continued, “So, in my fantasy, I am standing in the living room with Daddy and Gary, embarrassed and frightened, but also excited. I’m almost crying from the shame.

Daddy insists that I remove my pleated skirt and my panties. Gary is leering at me. I don’t know what to do. My tears are streaming down my crimson cheeks….”

I am almost gasping, as Marc fucks me while I relate this teenage fantasy…both of us are literally moments from our climax.

I continue, “I am mortified as I slowly unzip my skirt, and let it fall to the floor. I step out of it. I’m standing in the middle of the living room wearing only my knee socks, my white panties, and my white blouse…I have lost my shoes somewhere in the scenario...I am not sure when, but they're gone...just my panties, blouse and knee socks remain."

"God, I came just pciture you as a young girl, diddling yourself...this is so fucking hot," Marc said, his voice cracking with excitement.  

"Marc, I’d be lying on my tummy, in my bed back in, with my parentsdownstairs.  I’d be lying on top of my hand, humping my tight little bottom up and down against my fingers, diddling myself, imagining being forced to strip in front of my brother and Daddy…

I knew Marc's and my orgasms were imminent, we wouldn't last long. He was starting to fuck me harder and faster.

I continued, my voice quivering slightly, “Marc, I’d picture myself standing in the living room in my blouse, my panties and my knee socks. My skirt is on the floor. I am so scared, so embarrassed, but also strangely aroused…by now, I have resigned myself to the fact that I have to remove my panties, there is simply no avoiding the inevitable. But before I do, I make one last plea, ‘please, daddy. Please, send Gary out of the room…please don’t let him stay.’

"But daddy is adamant, my brother needs to witness my shame. He instructs me, one last time, to remove my panties.

"It feels like time is standing still as I stand there, my heart pounding in my chest…I am so ashamed…but I have no choice…I know what I have to do…then, in a futile attempt at modesty, I turn my back to my brother and my dad, and slowly lower my panties, stepping out of them. My naked little bum is exposed. I am wearing only my white blouse and knee socks. I stand there rigidly, my back to them.

"I hear Daddy command, ‘Julie, now turn around and face us.’  I imagine myself sobbing as I slowly turn towards them, my vagina exposed to their stares, the thin, wispy strands of my blond pubic hair providing the only vestige of modesty for my ‘lady parts’.  I stand there rigidly, in my shame…my eyes closed tightly…I simply cannot look at my brother or my father…however, even without looking up, I can literally feel them staring at me...I can actually feel Gary's stare on my teenage vulva and thighs...he is leering, mouth open as he gawks openly at my tiny little pussy....I feel so exposed...so vulnerable to his gaze...

My voice is raspy now, divulging who aroused this fantasy has made me. 

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I continue, "and, as I stand there, my face is burning bright with embarrassment, my cute little pussy is totally exposed to their gaze, I think to myself, 'how will I ever face my brother again after letting him stare at my naked vagina?'

“But, as shameful as I feel, through all the humiliation of being stripped and exposed like this, I realize my pussy is very wet and warm…I am lubricating like I never have before as I stand in front of my older brother and Daddy,' bare bottomed', my privates exposed...I can feel my lubircation trickling down my inner thighs...

"Can they see my wetness running down my inner thighs? In my fantasy, I imagine they can...I imagine that they can see my wetness, and they know how aroused I am...

"I open my eyes slightly, and I see their penises have grown hard, bulging in their pants. They are subtly stroking themselves. They can't help it. My little pussy has aroused them, too.

"Sometimes, I would imagine them taking their penises out of their pants, and jacking off in front of me…

My voice has become labored, and Narc is fucking me faster now. My climax was imminent. There was nothing I could do to stop myself now. I've pushed myself over the edge. It started.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum…Marc, cum with me…oh fuck, I can't help it…I’m such a bad girl…showing my pussy to my brother…oh fuck…Marc cum in me…please…” I hissed as Marc pounds his erection into me

A series of violent convulsions rocked through me. I made a series of incoherent grunts and moans.

Marc then slams his rigid cock into me, and stiffens. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me as we both climax together. I lay there, panting, dazed and confused, savoring his erection pumping string upon string of his semen inside me

We cuddled silently, trying to regain our senses. I suddenly felt embarrassed that I had shared this very naught, incestuous teenage fantasy with my partner; but I said nothing.

Marc withdrew from me and rolled on his back. I rested my head on his chest, playing gently with his chest hair and nipple, basking in my post-coital glow.

He broke the silence, and asked, “So, did you ever actually do anything with your brother?”

“Oh my god…heavens no…of course not,” I laughed, in my strongest denial. I was not prepared to go there. This question was clearly a bridge too far. No, denial was my only option.

“So, you never saw him jacking off, and you never masturbated while he watched?”

"Of course not. Damn, Marc, Gary barely knew I existed…I doubt he knew that I had a vagina…no, Gary never thought of me as anything other than a pesky little vermin that irritated him, and got into his shit all the time…no, the only sexual activity between Gary and me occurred in my warped, sick little adolescent mind.”

My denails were credible…hell, even I was starting to believe them.

Marc smiled and asked, “Do you ever fantasize about this now?”

“You mean other than tonight?” I joked.

“Yeah, other than tonight,” Marc replied with a slight irritation at my irreverence.

I shook my head and insisted, “Naw. Almost never.”

I was beginning to fear that Marc was going to keep up this line of questioning, a line that I clearly did not want to explore with him now.

“Almost never, huh? I see,” he replied sarcastically, “So, what would have happened if your brother had walked in on you when you were diddling yourself?”

“I think I would have stopped diddling myself.”

“Okay, but what if he wanted you to continue? Or better yet, what if he wanted to lend you a helping hand?”

“I guess we’ll never know now, will we? We’ll never know just how sick your girlfriend really is.".

I wondered when I might actually tell Marc the truth about Gary and me. I knew I was no good at lying, or keeping secrets. I realized that I was going to have to tell him the truth at some point, as I drifted off to sleep with my head on Marc’s shoulder.

Coming soon - Chapter 2 - I tell Marc the truth about Gary