This is a story of innocence being lost, or at least the beginning of it being lost. If this appeals I hope you enjoy the story.
"Ever since Stan passed I have been having these strange dreams or sometimes they seem more like nightmares. Last night was the most vivid. I was so confused, agitated but kind of buzzing when I woke up."
"What was the dream about?"
"Well I think I was being attacked by aliens. I was lying on my bed and I couldn't move even though there was nothing apparently securing me. Sometimes the figures were quite human looking but at other times they were small with tentacles and faces with huge eyes. They were talking about me but I couldn't understand what they were saying. I felt a mixture of terror and the sort of comfort that you feel when someone is looking after you. I was naked in the dream and they were kind of massaging me with lots of tentacles all at the same time. It is really embarrassing but it felt - well kind of nice.
When they massaged my head and face they explored my ears, my nose but particularly my mouth. When one of the tentacles slid into my mouth I thought it would taste foul but the taste kept changing and each time it changed it was even better than the last one. They seemed pleased with this. I cannot tell you all the places they found to massage but they never actually hurt me. When I woke up the whole area between my legs was covered in slime from my bellybutton right round behind me to - well above my bottom. I immediately ran to the shower to get the slime off. Your shower is quite powerful and the slime washed away easily but as I washed between my legs I felt a powerful energy down there and I needed to pee really badly. Part of me didn't want to stop the water but I knew if I didn't I would pee myself right there in your shower. I dried myself quickly but the urge to pee got worse as I dried between my legs. It felt much more normal down there once I had emptied my bladder. I am so sorry I should never be telling you all this Stan would certainly not have approved."
Carla was talking to her sister in law Pauline. Pauline was married to Chas, Stan's brother. Chas and Stan had not been very close as Chas found his brother's extremely rigid religious beliefs rather uncomfortable. He also didn't like how Stan had treated his young wife. While never obviously cruel he was extremely controlling. This control seemed to cover all areas of her life from who she could be friends with, what she was allowed to wear, not to mention the views she was allowed to hold. Carla had been such a lively pretty girl when Chas had first met her but recently the excitement in her eyes and voice had disappeared. The death of her husband Stan who had been the minister of the local church was certainly going to change the twenty five year old Carla's life. Chas and Pauline were determined to be supportive to their SIL at this difficult time.
"Carla you don't have to apologize to me for talking about such things. That is what friends and family are for. I hope you will feel much freer to talk to me in future. Your dreams do sound interesting. It sounded to me as if you were having a wet dream. Did you feel like you might have an orgasm at any time after you woke up?"
"
No, no
it was not
anything
like that. I just felt all sort of swollen, full and slimy down there. I'm not sure what you mean."
"What I mean is it sounds like you were sexually aroused during your sleep and the shower only made it worse. I often feel like I need to pee just before I orgasm don't you?"
"I am not sure I understand what you are saying. I am not sure I have ever had an orgasm. The nun's always told us that an orgasm was the devil's work unless experienced as part of married life. Stan wasn't really into things like that."
"Are you saying you didn't have sex? I know he had some very odd religious beliefs but you were married surely you did have some sex."
"Oh yes we had intercourse every Friday night, well three times a month. Stan believed it was not very ladylike for me to became too involved - you know aroused and anyway I don't think he had any idea about how to excite me."
"But you must have pleasured yourself if Stan wasn't doing it for you? If Chas is away or not doing the business for me there is no way that I am going to miss out. When my fingers are not enough I have a number of toys to meet my requirements. I would go insane if I couldn't enjoy an orgasm every few days."
"You didn't know Stan very well did you? He told me that even if he didn't know that I was sinning God would and therefore he forbade from what he called abusing myself. Sometimes I was so unhappy with this I disobeyed him and did abuse myself but it only made things worse as when my body did respond I got very excited but then nothing. I soon just gave up trying it was much easier."
"It is true that some females are unable to have a climax but I think in your case the sooner you stop worrying about the devil, self abuse and God watching you the quicker you will find some satisfaction. Now are you going to go upstairs right now and finish what the aliens started or am I going to have to show you?"
It was Friday morning and the two women were sitting around the breakfast table in Pauline and Chas's house. Carla was staying with them for a week or so following the funeral. Chas was at work but Pauline did not work on Fridays. Pauline was wearing a summer dressing gown and Carla was dressed in PJ's covered by an old gown
of Pauline's
The comment did cause Carla to smile but it didn't last long.
"I don't think I could go upstairs and just - you know. It just wouldn't feel right, it's your house and I would just end up even more frustrated."
"Well that leaves me no alternative. You are just going to have to come upstairs with me right now and I am going to show you how I masturbate."
Pauline led the bemused Carla by the hand before she had the time to really protest. They were in the bedroom before Carla managed the single word of "but ...?" The older woman was naked in an instant as she dropped her gown off her shoulders. Even when she started unbuttoning Carla's PJ top there was no protest and the only reaction was that she closed her eyes. She was standing completely naked within twenty seconds.
Pauline was very close to changing her plan and touching the perfect body of her sister in law. She hadn't touched another woman for a number of years and if it had not been for worrying about freaking Carla out she would have dropped to her knees and buried her face in the hairy pussy in front of her. Instead she took a few seconds to drink in the view. Carla's boobs were conical in shape and very firm. There was no hint of a ski slope at the top and under the nipples, that were set high, the curve didn't get even close to curling under leaving the boobs appearing to be presenting themselves perfectly. The total lack of areola made the very solid nipples look very pronounced and almost stark. They were like giant rubber pencil erasers over half an inch in diameter and three quarters of an inch long. Being almost black they contrasted strongly with Carla's pale skin. Pauline was stunned by how young and virginal her SIL looked. She had to pull herself together as Carla was looking very nervous and starting to cover herself with her arms.
