I wrote this for a friend... who was somewhat embarrassed to tell me about this incident and answer my questions. Perhaps because it involves forbidden fruit event remains one of the most erotic memories of his life. He said the details, as I have written it, are amazingly accurate.
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Kathie and I are pretty open about sex. We like to keep a sense of adventure about our sex life. I suppose our openness about the subject has made it easier for Kathie's daughter Riane to talk to her about it.
Eighteen years old, and very attractive, Riane had gone through a steady stream of boyfriends. Both of us assumed she had been quite active sexually, since she admitted losing her virginity at 15. Kathie, of course, had made sure, early on, that Riane was taking all the necessary precautions. My stepdaughter had certainly given the impression, since her first roll in the hay, that she had been gaining further sexual experience.
Kathie was surprised to learn, during a frank discussion with Riane, that she had only had intercourse with two different boys. Somehow their conversation then turned to orgasms. Riane made it clear she knew all about getting guys off - giving them hand jobs and blow jobs - but she told Kathie that she didn't think she'd ever had an orgasm, except by masturbation.
Not even by a guy giving her oral sex, Kathie had inquired. It was then Riane confessed that none of the boys she had got sexual with had "done that for her" yet. I guess Kathie rolled her eyes, or made a funny face when she heard that, because Riane's next question was if Kathie let me do that to her.
Well, yes, Kathie had said, laughing, and proceeded to answer some more of Riane's curious questions.
Kathie told me about this conversation later. I was a little embarrassed that she had been talking about our sex life in such detail with her daughter. How else is she going to learn, Kathie had said. Secretly, my male pride was feeling pretty good because she had spoken highly of my talents.
What I didn't expect was the effect it would have on Riane... the following weekend... when Kathie was away on one of her short business trips.
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For starters, it was unusual for Riane to be home on a Saturday night. She said she needed a break from what she called the social "mind games" of her friends. We ended up ordering pizza, sharing a bottle of wine and watching a movie on TV.
Riane and I would often bug each other, sparring verbally or wrestling playfully after an unexpected poke or punch, usually instigated by her. Perhaps it was the wine's influence that night, which Riane had been consuming at a high rate, that caused us to get onto one of our little tussles during the movie. Only this time it became apparent our wrestling match was not going to end as quick as most did. Every time I suggested we take a breather and let my guard down, Riane would pounce on me again.
In these kind of playful scraps it is impossible to predict where your hands are going to go. I was wearing jeans and a shirt over a T-shirt. Riane was wearing a sweat shirt and sweat pants... and apparently nothing else. I got a handful of soft breast through her sweat shirt a couple of times by mistake. Then, trying to pry her off me at one point, I accidentally pulled her sweat pants half way down her bare bum.
In spite of this, and my apologies, she was not giving up or backing off. She would only laugh and attack harder instead. I would get her under my control, make her say "uncle" a dozen or more times, thinking she would finally give in, but as soon as I let her go she would jump onto me again.
I was starting to sweat from the exertion. Both of us were breathing hard. I swear my hands touched every part of her as we laughed and struggled. Riane is quite well-endowed, like her mother, and her breasts were constantly bouncing around and pressing against me. Our legs would get tangled, her thigh thrust up into my crotch or her crotch thrust against my thigh.
At some point, trying to hold this young, nubile body at bay got the better of me. I could feel my groin getting noticeably warm, my cock starting to swell. All this grabbing and writhing... and heavy breathing... was triggering some innate male arousal in me.
As the bulge in my pants got larger I was sure Riane must be aware of it. Embarrassed, I tried again to stop the wrestling match. I squirmed on top of her on the couch and held her hands down. My shirt was pulled out of my pants and half unbuttoned. Both of us were panting from the energy we had expended.
"Okay... okay... Riane... I give," I said, trying to prevent her from wriggling out of my grip. She managed to wrap her legs around my waist. "Enough already!"
"You can't give... " she squealed in protest, laughing.
"What do... you mean... I can't?"
"Cuz... I have... to make you give!"
"It's gonna be... a cold day in hell... before that's ever going to happen..." I replied, shaking my head, trying to clear my thoughts and catch my breath. "So I'm... choosing to give!"
I felt her body relax. Slowly I released her wrists, waggling my finger and glaring at her as I sat back against the couch. Her bare tummy was bouncing up and down like a trampoline with her rapid breathing. Her eyes were locked on mine.
"Ohhhh-kay!" she said with sarcastic emphasis, pulling out the leg stuck behind my back and draping it over my lap next to the other one. "I'll let you give... you chicken... if you... give me something..."
"Hah! Give you something!" I said, wiping my forehead with my hand, relieved our scrap was coming to an end. "Give you what?"
"Give me... an orgasm!" she blurted... and with one quick motion she swept her sweat pants past her hips, down her legs, off her feet and tossed them onto the floor.
Her movement was so sudden that I didn't realize what she was doing until her slender legs were draped back over mine. She was naked from the waist down, except for a pair of white socks.
I was stunned... shocked... unable to speak... and unable to look away! I should have immediately grabbed her pants and covered her up. I should have said no. I should have got up and walked away. But I didn't.
I was enthralled by the sight of her smooth, unblemished, youthful skin. My eyes roamed over her calves, up her thighs... between her thighs... and stopped. The sight of her pussy... well, not exactly her pussy, but her pussy hair... held me spellbound. She was in full bloom! There was evidence of some trimming at the crux of her thighs, but the rest of her mound was covered by a light-colored forest of long, curly hairs, not quite thick enough to hide her delicate lips and seam. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen full-grown pubic hair on a female. At that moment her wispy hairs struck me as incredibly sensual, an indication of innocence, of discovery, of newness. I had the strange impulse to reach over and ruffle them, to see how high the curls would spring, a mountain of twirls and swirls against the background of the smooth, pale skin of her trim belly and thighs. And then I realized my heartbeat had doubled its pace.
"Holy shit..." I started.
Riane immediately interrupted. "I want you to...," she said, taking my hand in hers and guiding it towards her wispy mound.
"...touch me..." she thrust my fingertips through her soft forest of curls, opening her thighs slightly.
