Lost in Eros, The Forest: Part 6

Amazons Defeated by Kung Fu Master, disguised as a sexy witch.

By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Shelonda & Don defeated the Amazon tribal sisters, and gained the release of Toshia.

"I don't like this plan, Don," Nicole had said. "I don't want to see any more killing."

"Neither do I," Don replied. "We're going to do everything we can to avoid seriously hurting anyone. How much first aid do they teach pre-med students?"

The answer had been not much, but Nicole had been a girl scout and knew some rudiments. So, she was assigned the role of medic for the rescue mission.

Adventures of Long John: Part 10 - Stuck In Bernadette’s Universe

Is Bernie becoming a sex doll.

Based on the works of OnePaige, in 10 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

John looked at Bernadette standing naked and panting in the doorway and thought, right on time. His cock still throbbed in Shonna, her sheath slick, fiery from their friction. They'd both been moments from a brain-melting orgasm. The black woman stared fiercely at his sister. It wasn't precisely according to the plan they'd devised, but he wasn't surprised. He expected this to happen. John didn't think he'd manipulated his sister so much as guided her to the venue where her true desires could surface. Every woman, virgin or not, has a goddess waiting inside to express herself.

And this was the most delicate moment in her goddess's unfolding.

"What the fuck, girl!?" said Shonna irritably, still gripping the exercise machine, still clenching on John's thick shaft. They both dripped sweat. They both still breathed deeply. They both still wanted that elusive orgasm. He was counting on it.

"Sorry; sorry," said Bernadette, leaning on the jamb and only half able to cover herself. This isn't how we planned it, she thought, but I kinda have to play along now, don't I?

"I couldn't resist, Shonna. I had to see; uh; this guy; uh; at work. I mean, in action; no, I mean; I'm sorry, I don't know what's got into me." Abashed as she was, she couldn't take her eyes off them, curved into each other, a double-parentheses of desire. And the two pairs of eyes on her weren't judging her, at least not for her looks. Maybe Shonna was angry for the interruption but her eyes took her all in with an animal kind of appetite, from her toes to her dimpled cheeks. Bernadette felt them burn their path up her body and it felt good.

John's eyes appreciated her, too, she saw. He didn't seem upset, but instead that smug smile made her warm inside. Self-consciousness drained from her and some tentative confidence rose in its place. Her own animal appetite made itself known. I didn't think I could still be horny after getting myself off, she thought, but look at these two looking at me; I wanna see where this goes.

John had imagined Bernadette unclothed, but now he could appreciate her burgeoning womanhood. In her nakedness she had the air of an Ingres nude, maybe that one of the girl standing in a pool with the ewer on her shoulder. There was something innocent about her softness, the full curves and slim waist, the tentative posture in the doorway. Her smoothness and her shyness, being caught exposed, made her sweetly appealing.

Bernadette's dusky rose skin, smooth and soft, shaped a body just about grown into its full womanhood. His eye traced the hourglass of her, the messily knotted dark hair, the round shoulders, the high, full tits tipped with small, ochre, crinkled areolae and fat raspberry nipples, pinched waist, soft belly, deep navel, wide hips, wisp of short-trimmed charcoal pubes. His sister had a buoyancy where the woman impaled on him had a firm energetic angularity. John wanted both, the angry, muscular little sex machine stuck on his cock and the plush, skittish but hungry sister poised to join or flee.

"Ladies," he said calmly, giving Shonna a good squeeze of her waist, holding the minx impaled, "there's enough of me for both of you." He looked hard at his sister and knew she wouldn't let on that they were siblings. "You, little girl, don't be afraid. Tell me why you're in that closet."

"Uh, I heard about you; from her, in fact," she looked smugly at Shonna, "and I've been fantasizing about you." She stood a little straighter, moved a step out from the doorway. "I was obsessed, kinda, with the idea and when you just; uh; just showed up I acted without thinking." When the sky didn't fall her courage grew. Something in her drew her to the couple unashamedly still joined in front of her.

She saw dozens of them in the mirrors and her own self, not half bad looking, standing there with them like some kind of old painting. It didn't feel wrong.

"So you like watching?" He asked, grinding his cock ever so slightly in the black woman, "Better than sex for you?"

"Well, I uh, haven't had, uh; real sex," she said, genuinely embarrassed, feeling so amateur.

"Oh, child;” murmured Shonna, clenching on his cock again, "I coulda helped you with that." John knew from experience that the goddess energy in the room would turn her anger to sympathy. There was always a worship of the earthly body when two women encountered him together, when he channeled Pan.

"Shonna," John said, "you like being watched? You like being a teacher?" It seemed logical given her personal trainer job and all the mirrors. Here they were multiplied in all directions - a chiseled pair of fit humans in the midst of coitus and neither of them running to cover up, but instead still minutely moving their bodies against each other. Little movements sent shivers through them both.

"So maybe you know I work with a sex therapist. Is that part of what you girls have heard about me?"

Shonna clung to the machine, said, "What they say about you, is too good to be true, but I've had plenty of bad sex. I figured I should give you a try, since you walked in tonight out of the blue."

"So you like to be watched?"

"I do, actually. I look good. I know that." She eyed Bernadette. "I don't much like being perved on; but girl, you really haven't had sex?"

"You wanted to watch?" John asked Bernadette.

"I wanted to learn," Bernadette said, still flushed from her orgasm and unable to resist moving closer, "I; unm;” The urge to merge rose in her now with little to impede it. This was what they'd planned for after all, her watching. And now it seemed Shonna was Okay with it, too.

John pulled the black girl tight onto his spike and rotated just the slightest. She groaned. "You want to watch us now, then?"

Bernadette stood with a hand lightly covering her cloudy pubes and the other at her lips, intense, an unconcealed hunger in her eyes. She was too nervous to say it out loud, yet felt so ready. Ready for more than watching. Her fingers brushing her muff sent a delicious tingle through her.

John put an arm around Shonna's chest and lifted her off the ground still impaled on his thick spike. She squealed as he turned and sat on the weight bench. He spread her legs with his and leaned back. Their slick organs on full view in the bright fluorescents and the many mirrors, the black girl now rode reverse cowgirl and split wide, entirely exposed to Bernadette.

The not-so-shy-now sister inched closer, pulled by desire.

John lifted Shonna and held her on the tip of his wet cock. "You like what you see?"

Bernadette just nodded, eyes on their union. There was something so vital and so natural and so, well, sacred about two people coupling like this. Shonna's dark purplish-gray labia stretched tight around her brother's throbbing red column, a bright line of her cherry red insides outlining him.

"What do you want to learn?"

"How; how does that fit?" She asked, breathlessly, easing to her knees. It didn't matter that this was her brother's engorged flesh before her. It only mattered now more than before that she know this part of life.

Shonna pressed herself down his shaft and sighed, "Your body knows how;”

Bernadette leaned closer, reached to touch John's thigh as Shonna rose again, leaving her juices shining on him.

John trembled when her fingers traced along his leg. His body still hung near to orgasm and his balls tightened at her touch. He pushed himself into the black girl again and she whimpered. Deep in the heat of her his cock throbbed, but he held her tight. "Don't move," he said, "Go ahead and look close, Bernie. See how we fit."

So close he could feel her breath on his balls, she examined their inflamed flesh. John felt a finger trace the seam where he spread Shonna's swollen labia. His sister's fingertip nosed into her folds and ran over his slippery, gnarled shaft.

"Touch my clit, baby," simpered the black girl, trembling in his hands. When Bernadette tentatively pressed her finger against that nub Shonna quaked and cried out. He felt the orgasm shake her, legs twitching, body stiff. Her cunt clamped hard, milking him. She groaned deep in her chest and let it run through her, held up in his strong grip.

"Here's a little lesson, Bernie;” John said through gritted teeth, "Tickle my balls and I'll cum."

When her warm fingers ran across the wrinkles of his slippery sack the pleasure he'd been holding back overtook him. John lifted and jammed Shonna onto his pole and they both growled loud and long. He lifted again and jammed her body down again. He felt his semen erupt into her. On the third thrust he held her tight on his cock and let the organ pulse for his sister to see.

Bernadette knelt there, her hands frozen where they touched the lover's bodies, feeling their muscles twitch, watching their juices seep from the red flesh and run down around her brother's testicles. Was it because she was flooded with oxytocin that this felt practically holy? Was that why her body felt drawn to connect with both of theirs? What seemed most important was that they were all beautiful bodies and something magical could happen between them.

Did John feel the same? Could her body persuade his to initiate hers? Something compelled her to lick her fingers clean of the lover's juices. It was an intimacy that her whole self longed for.

John plucked Shonna off of his cock and gently eased her to the padded floor. He eyed Bernadette still kneeling between his knees and staring at his softening, wet organ. It would be good if she'd lean in and lick him clean like she'd just licked her fingers, but he'd let things take their natural course. He knew her goddess was alive and longing for him. He wouldn't get in the way.

Shonna stirred, "You almost knocked me out," she said wearily, "I need the bathroom. You come with me, girl."

John watched them go, one ass tight and muscular, the other soft and shaped for pounding. He just sat and let his body come slowly down, feeling that deep Dyonisian core recharge.

When they shut the bathroom door behind them and while she peed, Shonna said, "Girl, you really ain't had sex?" Bernadette was too high to let the incredulity bother her. "You want to have some tonight?"

She realized that Shonna's enthusiasm shouldn't be a surprise. After all, she'd talked a lot about her conquests at the clubs, all that bad sex she complained about. It was her own reaction that surprised her now. Bernadette felt sexy. She stood naked in the bathroom with this energetic love-bunny, her sticky thighs wet with her own juice and instead of being self-conscious she was filled with an unfamiliar confidence. Yes, I'm sexy, too, she thought, looking in the mirror at her curves, chin held high. She even turned to appreciate her own bosomy figure, raising her hands over her head and watching her tits rise, too.

She and Shonna looked much different, but her brother didn't show any sign of judging. Maybe working with a sex doctor was part of it. Maybe his confidence was contagious. Maybe pretending they weren't siblings for Shonna's sake would make it easier to forget that herself. Did she really want to forget that?

"You think he can?" She asked Shonna, but thought, can he have sex with his sister?

"Pift! Ain't no stud gonna turn down two hot women like us wanting' to do him!" Shonna said, washing her hands, standing proud in the mirror and running her wet fingers over those puffy nubs pointing from her chest. Bernadette, intrigued by how black and thick her nipples were, found her mouthwatering.

"I only know what I read on the web and what I can learn from the handle of my hairbrush." Bernadette realized she wasn't embarrassed to say the plain truth. They were enfolded in a bond of trust somehow. Maybe evolution had made it so that when the prospect of mating with an alpha male arose all other things between females became trivial.

"Don't sweat it. Momma's gonna show you how it's done." Then the black woman grabbed her hand and led her back to John sitting on the bench, elbows on his knees, that heavy organ that she desired hanging slack.

He was confident. He was rock-solid beautiful, too. She wanted to press her soft body against his granite one. She wanted to rub her skin on his pelt, run her fingers through his beard, clamp his thigh between hers and dry-hump him while her nipples poked his flesh.

Just reading the women's faces John knew how the night would go. Two goddess-possessed bodies came to worship with him at the altar of primal love. Best to let them lead.

"John, this girl needs us. Poor child wants a first time and I bet you're just the man to help her with that."

He thought earnestness looked cute on Shonna, standing there still glazed with the sweat of their screwing and channeling so much happy erotic energy, playful. He asked, "Have you taught anyone about sex before?"

"No, but I'm damned excited about helping this girl." Shonna said, gripping the naked Bernadette by the arm, "It's like lifting, right? You need to pay attention to form and have an experienced spotter."

"Attitude and intention are a big part of it, too," he said, "Think on this while I use the bathroom. It's a quote from some guy. We control nothing, but we influence everything."

Bernadette realized that she felt a warmth toward Shonna in part thanks to her eagerness to help, in part because she didn't need to compare herself with her, being suddenly confident in her own sexiness. Because the woman wasn't judging her and seemed receptive,. It was like being on a field hockey team - you worked with your teammates to score, you weren't trying to beat each other. It looked like she was going to score tonight and Shonna would get the assist. Something opened further in her realizing that this woman and her brother wouldn't set boundaries but would provide guardrails.

And her body felt a pull toward Shonna's. The woman looked at her with an appetite, the caress of her gaze making Bernadette tickle inside. Perhaps she looked receptive to Shonna, too, because the woman came closer and, as she moved her open palm toward Bernadette's tit, said, "Can I touch your nipples?"

The electricity of that touch tingled right to her cunt. She felt herself gush as the fingers slid around her heavy mammaries and sought the tightening berries. Shonna turned her face up and Bernadette leaned over to kiss her. Just a brush of the lips at first, then a gasp and their mouths parted and she put both hands behind the woman's neck and kissed her like a starving girl.

Bernadette dragged her nipples across Shonna's in the rush of desire and the shocks running from all those intersecting body parts to her sex made sparks inside her. She got dizzy. Her body rose again into excitement, into the drive for release. Images of John deep inside Shonna welled up and the heat in her crotch spread outward. Her insides clenched. She dripped.

Shonna's fingers moved downward, across her belly into her pubes. She gripped the hairs and pulled and Bernadette flinched, but with the surprise of arousal. I never tried pulling my cunt hair, she thought, What else don't I know could turn me on?

John shambled back from the bathroom and they broke their kiss. This was the moment it got really real for Bernadette. Here was her brother in all his hunky six-foot-four godliness ready to take them over a red line that wouldn't even have occurred to her the week before. And here she stood, demure but devoured with a kind of need, a kind of natural impulse, a kind of unequivocal longing that she didn't have the words to describe. Her body knew it wanted what his could share.

Shonna had said, Your body knows, and she was right. In her core she knew that a merging with her brother's body was perfect. The doors were locked, the lights were off out front, they were as alone as they could be, Shonna didn't know they were siblings and was there to mentor her. The stars have aligned, she thought, and might never align again.

Looking at her brother looking with hunger at her made her weak. She wanted to fall into his arms and just let him do what he would with her body. The longing to spread herself for him, the pull to taste him on her tongue, the need to feel him pulsing inside her all raced through her.

She simply spread her arms for a hug. He stood tall over her and wrapped her tight, kissing the top of her head tenderly. Suddenly his hard, hot body touched hers. Even his kneecaps sizzled against her. The planks of his thighs and his abs were firm, his chest hairy where she buried her face, smelling his scent. Her tits spread soft across his ribcage. But that cock pressed into her belly! The heavy mass of it, the heat and the aliveness made her want to kneel and explore it, to take it in her hands and mouth.

Shonna, forgotten for a moment, said, "How can I help you, Bernie?" And she almost laughed. Giddy with excitement and confusion, she said, "I don't know. I don't know - what do we do?"

"How about," said John, taking a shoulder in each big hand and moving her body from his, "Shonna shows you how to get me hard again?" The air between their sweaty bodies cooled them.

Bernadette looked down at that thick flesh, that manhood of his, that mysterious, almost monstrous appendage and nodded.

When his sister looked up at him with those eager, innocent, yet hungry eyes John wanted to be her hero, the man who could set the pattern for her. He wanted to save her from all the misery so many of his cougars had felt, that apparently even the libidinous Shonna had felt. John looked at Shonna and said, "Let's show her what good sex is all about."

The black woman beamed. "You sit on the bench again, Okay?, and we'll get you up in no time."

He put his hands on the bench behind him and leaned back a little. It made it even easier to see the two women kneeling before him. It made him seem less threatening, too. He spread his knees and let his organ hang over his balls. Shonna looked proud. Bernadette looked nervous, but eager.

"The easiest thing," Shonna said, leaning to take his cock in hand, "is to use your mouth on him."

"I haven't done that before, either," said his sister, looking intently at the organ in question.

"We should understand something before we get started," the black woman began, "I've had some fun tonight already and you, girl, I want you to be the focus here on out, Okay? I'm not gonna hog this thing." She gave his meat a squeeze.

"It's all for me?" breathed Bernadette. Her whole crotch tingled just looking at it this close up. Funny that a heightened awareness of her own body would be the effect of being naked with such a delicious man. She knew exactly where her skin ended, sensed the curve of her own flesh in space, the swell of tits, the way her sex hid in the hot juncture of her thighs, the mat under her knees, the heat emanating from the other bodies so close. In the mirrors she caught herself inclined toward her brother. She looked like a soft nymph, some kind of mythical woman spirit.

Shonna seemed to be channeling something primitive, too. Are we in touch with our spirit bodies? Bernadette wondered. Are we finding something powerfully more common between us than anything that makes us different? Inches separated the muscular woman from her and she felt more than the heat of her body, she felt the bestial appetite. No wonder the church tried to keep sex a secret. This seemed like a scary power that rose to the surface when two or more naked bodies came together.

Her mouth watered and her cunt seeped. Her whole skin tingled with the need to be touched. She wanted to roll in something, like a dog. God, this is weirder than I thought it would be. She chuckled out loud.

"Yeah, it's pretty impressive;” said Shonna, lifting John's heavy organ. "Touch it?"

Bernadette watched her hand move toward her brother's flesh in slow motion. It's like I'm high, she mused, like I'm outside myself somehow. Her fingers closed around his soft, warm penis and a flush ran through her as her body glowed with its desire. She felt lightheaded again and took a deep breath, felt her weight settle on her knees.

"I'm just gonna watch you play with it," whispered Shonna, sitting back. "You mind if I play with myself?"

Bernadette ignored her. She could only keep this swelling man in her mind where images of her own body merging with his multiplied faster than she could focus on just one. Every sex fantasy she'd ever had crowded into her thoughts. And all those images, all those combinations of his body with hers circled around the need to feel him inside her.

John rested on his elbows and watched his sister holding his cock. The first stirrings of his second cumming moved inside him. Shonna watched her, too, and kept a finger gently swirling in her crotch. She seemed to understand that the girl needed to find her own way for a bit.

Bernadette squeezed him and he swelled. She giggled. Her heavy tits shook. She looked up at him questioningly and he nodded. Bernie put out her tongue and touched it to his tip. One hot little touch and he kept swelling. He grew in her hand, rising, proud, and her eyes grew bigger.

She licked his tip again and he flexed. A crystal bead oozed out and she looked at it for a long time.

"Go ahead. Taste him," said Shonna, "There's gonna be plenty."

Bernadette took a deep breath and felt that engine running inside her. She hummed with its energy. Her mouth watered at the sight of her brother's juice; just that drop shimmering there. She pulled his cock closer and leaned in, tongue out. The drop melted and spread in her mouth, sweet at first then a sharp tang as she swallowed. In John's eyes she saw his need and longing for what she could bring. She felt powerful.

Another drop swelled from him and she placed a kiss on his tip, smearing the juice on her lips while watching him smile down at her. Like that day in the diner when she told him her plan and his look felt like he was giving himself to her, but this time he really was. And she was so ready to give herself to him, her nipples so hard they ached. She wanted to rub her legs together. She wondered if strings of her desire were dripping from her cunt. It felt hot enough and wet enough even without touching herself.

And her mouth watered, too. She bit her lip and licked across them. Looking at John she opened her mouth and thought about the line she was about to cross. The line kept moving, she realized, and the horizon extended forever. Why stop here?

"Go ahead, girl!" whispered Shonna.

John held his breath. His sister's open mouth hung an inch from his knob, her breath teasing him. She looked at him with a far-away air and he wondered if she doubted herself. He flexed his ass just to move firmly in her hand, so she could feel the insistent energy of his body where she held it. His balls tingled where the hairs brushed her wrist.

Bernie very, very tentatively placed her open lips on the swell of his purple crown and her tongue again licked the tip. He shook. With a look of concentration, brow furrowed, his sister let her lips stretch as she lowered her head, holding him firm in her hand. He felt the wet heat of her mouth spreading over him. He wanted to thrust, but held back, breathing hard. He gripped the bench and watched.

The red rim of his corona slowly slipped behind her lips, the tight ring of them sealing around his shaft. He felt a pulse of juice and Bernie grunted, then swallowed. She closed her eyes and moved her tongue under his knob, feeling that little wrinkled cleft of him. She'd pulled the foreskin down tight and put a second hand around his shaft while she explored his knob.

"This is exactly the right time to go slow like that," he said, sighing. She tried to smile around him. That was cute. She looked so pleased. "Let your instincts lead you."

Bernadette thought of the porn vids about deepthroating. Is that anywhere near even possible? she wondered, He's so big and I'm such an amateur. She had a new appreciation for the professionals just then. It was reassuring to know he liked it slow because that's the way it was gonna be with a cock this big. For her, anyway. Maybe Shonna could show her how a more experienced woman handled such a horse.

He flexed and pulsed in her mouth again. She swallowed again that bittersweet offering. She sucked her cheeks in tight and ran her tongue all around his rim. It made him shake and she really liked that. This isn't that complicated after all, she realized, just let our bodies tell us what to do. One day I'm going to make him cum in my mouth. Not today, but soon;

John was more than content to watch his sister get to know his cock. "You're doing great, Bernie," he assured her. And she amused herself with touching all the ribbed swells on his shaft, the wrinkled foreskin, the ventral bulge through which his spunk would flow soon enough. Her spit ran down, making her fingers slip along his skin.

"A lot of drool is good," added Shonna, "Get him good and slippery." The black woman came closer, resting an arm on his thigh. She reached for one of his nipples and tweaked it. He shivered. "You like that, huh?"

No sooner had Bernadette filed that information than Shonna took a nipple of hers between her fingers. She pinched gently then hard and that sent a sharp shock down her spine to flare in her crotch. "Hmm!!" she squeaked and John trembled in her hands. His cock pulsed again. She hadn't realized that a man oozed so much just when he was aroused. She'd thought it all came out at the end. More good information. Tasty information.

Shonna put a hand on one of Bernadette's. "Can I take a turn?"

Bernadette released him. The air cooled him for a moment, then Shonna took his sister's place. Her mouth was noticeably smaller, but her lips more pillowy. Where they slid on his shaft they heated him. With his knob up against her molars he couldn't go any deeper. She drooled on him and let it coat his shaft where her hand began a gentle pumping. Pulling off she said, "When you get him as deep in your mouth as you can, try swallowing over and over, Okay?" then offered him to Bernadette.

Bernadette felt so grateful all of a sudden. She kissed Shonna on her wet mouth and darted her tongue playfully.

John watched the two women kiss over his aching boner, each with a hand on him, lost for a moment in their own pleasure. Every time he had sex with two women it was different, whether they were mother and daughter or lesbian lovers. These two didn't have a history nearly as complex as the others had. It would be interesting to see how their own physical relationship developed, if it did after tonight. He couldn't hope for anything better for Bernie than a sex-positive understanding of the many ways human bodies could please each other.

For now it was good to watch his sister open up to the woman who kissed her so tenderly.

John waited. The women's kiss lingered. Shonna twisted Bernie's nipple and she whimpered. Then his sister broke the kiss and leaned toward his cock again. She looked determined. She wasn't so tentative about dropping her mouth over him this time. Bernie bobbed a couple of times and then tried the repeat swallowing technique. He could tell it wouldn't get him deeper, but it felt like heaven wrapped his flare in pure joy as her throat and tongue tried to suck him down. It made her drool all the more and she worked hard at it until she had to release him for a gasping breath.

"Whew!" she spat, "that's like work. Does it feel good? I'm sorry I can't get it that deep;”

"No worries, Bernie," he smiled at her earnestness, "You're doing beautifully. As good as anyone. And this should be play, not work."

Bernadette felt lightheaded again, from the exertion and from pride. It felt so good to make someone so happy. And it was so easy! And it felt surprisingly good to have a cock in her mouth, too. Better than her fantasies had imagined. The feel of the flesh, the heat, the hard and soft and wetness of it, his juice gushing in steady, tasty drops. Her mouth felt empty without his cock in it. But so did the rest of her. What would it feel like with that cock in her cunt? Even better?

"You know what I want to see?" said Shonna, rising to her feet with hand on Bernadette's shoulder, "I want to see the Stallion go down on you, girl."

Bernadette looked at her brother and melted at his hungry smile and the way his gaze drifted down across her tits to her delta. He sat there all hard and drippy and she saw him swallow at the thought of her cunt. It made her feel oily inside. And hot.

"How about I spread some towels on the mats here?" Shonna did that without waiting for an answer and pulled on the girl's wrist, "Go on and lay back." The black woman sank to her knees beside Bernadette and smiled up at John as if to say, "Dinner's served!"

"Don't be shy about telling him what feels good, Okay?" Then she lay on her side next to Bernadette and cupped one full tit in her hand. "Ever had a guy get you off like this?"

"No," Bernadette said, "neither of the guys I got handsy with wanted to do that."

She watched John ease down to his knees and realized she instinctively had her legs together. But this was another line to cross. To open her cunt completely to his eyes. She didn't think the meaty, red thing was all that pretty. She rather preferred keeping it snug inside her panties, her thighs guarding it from anyone's view. It's what she was taught anyway. Why were they made to wear school uniform skirts that only came to their knees and then told to keep their knees tight together so the boys wouldn't see their private parts? It never made sense, but she was stuck with the idea that it wasn't for her to look at. For anyone to look at.

But then she thought, well, if men think it's so special why don't we women think so? John's cock is beautiful; and it's a meaty, red thing, too. At that thought she relaxed her legs and, watching John's cock waggle and his eyes rivet to her opening delta, she began to feel that maybe her sex was beautiful, too. Maybe it just needed the right audience to appreciate it; to make her appreciate it. John sure looked appreciative as it appeared. She felt the sticky lips pull apart as her knees spread. It took her breath away to be so exposed for the first time.

John knew to go carefully into the garden of a maiden. When the goddess was present the proper approach was essential. Yes, she wanted to couple, but she needed to feel respected, to have offerings placed at her altar. And so he knelt in the sacred V and just looked, silently saying a prayer that Dr. Wright had suggested to help him steer his own male god energy to a mutually holy encounter.

He looked at his sister's moist, soft, pink flesh offered to him. It was swollen with her wanting. Still red from her fingering, too, he imagined. "You're a goddess, Bernie. Thank you." Then he brought his face down to get a lungful of her musk. He put an arm under each thigh so he could reach up to toy with her nipples or around to pull up on the flesh of her mons to open her clit to his tongue.

Bernadette rested on her elbows to see him nuzzle into her delta. The scratch of his beard on her thighs thrilled, the press of his lips against hers made her gasp. Then his tongue, hot, wet and insistent, probed into the pulpy flesh and she had to lay back down. Shonna took a nipple in her fingers again and squeezed gently to a slow rhythm. She felt her passion rise with each beat, with each lick, with each breath.

Her legs went limp, no longer with the urge to close out unwanted attention. She wanted all of her brother's attention. Right there. And there. And there. And she told him so. John moved his tongue up the seam between her thigh and labia, then down to the bottom of her opening, then lightly probed along her lips, parting them, sucking out her thick juices, tickling with his mustache, running his fingernails across her belly. He took her other lonely nipple in his fingers.

Her clit cried for a touch but he kept circling, kept finding spots that made her whole body quake. It made her curl her hips up to follow his tongue. It made her work her fingers into this curly dark hair and press his mouth to her slit.

There was a release just at the tipping point in her trembling body. She felt his drool run down her vulva. She felt his tongue darting across the edge of her clitoral hood, lapping around and around her clit, but staying just too far away for that release to begin. Then Shonna took a nipple in her mouth and she rose one more level closer than she knew was possible and still the release hung just out of reach.

"Oh, God, Please! Please, Please!" And she pushed John's head down and tried to press her clit right up against his tongue. She growled as her body tensed, her ass rising from the towels, straining toward orgasm.

Then he put a thumb on each side of her mound and pulled upward and apart. Her clit blossomed from its hood and his tongue landed like a whole hive of bees on it, teasing for pollen, lapping and drooling all over her.

She exploded.

She writhed.

The climax shook her body, thrashed her legs, rolled her head in the tangle of her hair as she strangled a scream. It sent her consciousness into a dimension beyond time and space. She was pure pleasure for a minute, a sustained note of clear, ringing joy with her fingers clenched in John's hair, her nipple sucked in Shonna's mouth, her body an arc above the towels and multiplied in dozens of mirrors, an infinite and endless peak.

Eventually, her body remembered to breathe. And she sank slowly back to earth, John still gently licking, Shonna gently sucking. She felt it all drain out of her and she went limp. "Okay, stop, now; stop. I'm dead; am I an angel now?"

He brother levered himself up over her with a wet, smiling face. Her dew sprinkled his beard. Yet there was a deep seriousness in his eyes. The ultimate moment had come and she spread her legs smoothly, lying there otherwise completely limp, completely vulnerable. Could she possibly have felt this safe with anyone else?

John, up on his arms, cock hanging hard, moved slowly, keeping his eyes drilled into his sister's. There he saw hunger and awe and anticipation and surprise.

"Guide me," he whispered.

Bernadette reached down, found his heavy organ swaying inches from her vulva and gripped it tight, holding him for a moment, poised to pierce that final thin veil of separation between them, that tattered notion of purity and of goodness. It seemed like an imaginary line. Yet, the idea of it, of her brother being her first, of him introducing her to this towering pleasure still gave her a huge extra dose of thrill. It felt so good to be so bad.

She bit her lip and let him push forward. His wide knob torched her labia where it touched and pressed aside her heated flesh. She didn't worry if it would fit, she just wanted it inside asap.

"Let him go slow," Shonna whispered in her ear, lying there beside her, one arm across her tits, one hand holding her head where her sweaty hair stuck.

The pressure grew as his crown insisted on entry. Bernadette kept her hand on his shaft, pretending some control, but mostly feeling that thick rod pulse and flex as it met resistance. Her flower opened petal by meaty petal. She wondered if he'd reached the hot pink depths that she saw his cock expose in Shonna's gash. It felt like he was filling her wider than her pelvis would allow no matter what she desired. But she was wet and they slid smoothly as he pushed, using his weight to power his cock's descent into her.

It amazed her to think that she could experience another orgasm, but she sensed the embers of the last two still burning in there. She sensed that they could easily burst into flame again. Hoped for it with all her being.

John watched the wonder grow in his sister's eyes as he entered her inch by inch. He could feel his cock pulse in her tight hand, the knob wrapped in her wet, hot hole. It was snug, but they all were. Some women, like Shonna, had skills in gripping with their Kegels, but all of them were tight around his organ. He'd reached the depth where it was just her small hand keeping him from going deeper. He waited for her to decide while Shonna played with her nipples again.

Bernadette groaned, getting the feel of his cock filling her. And not all the way there yet, she thought, maybe only half of it; The fire in her sex wanted fuel. His fifth limb was the kindling. All it would take was some rubbing of their organs together to ignite her again. She took her hand away. He pushed. She groaned as her insides were bulled out of his way. There were nerve endings in there she'd never ignited before. And the amazement continued to grow. The arousal found another plateau and she wrapped her legs around him.

She wanted to lock her heels into his ass and kick him deeper, pull him all the way in. She lifted her hips up to meet his implacable progress. She expected to see her belly swollen with his hefty organ - it sure felt that way.

John sank to his elbows. He rolled his hips and felt his pubes grind into his sister's, felt his wet balls stick to her moist flesh. They were complete. If the universe had designed a perfect state of bliss he couldn't imagine one better than this. Her tits spread under his hairy chest, her legs hugged his hips, her arms encircled his waist, her eyes closed in bliss, her mouth opened for a kiss. He kissed her for the first time and the union of their bodies, the connection of their most sensitive flesh brought him to that familiar state of joy. There was joy in just holding this connection, not moving, just feeling their skins, all their fleshy territory, touching.

"Bernie," he said between kisses, "I want you to take your attention into every part of your body. To every place where we touch, inside and outside. Just feel it for a bit. Just savor it."

"Umm," she answered. She quivered, too. He knew her body wanted to start moving. He knew the goddess stirred in her and would come to vibrant and powerful life soon. It was in the influencing of these ancient powers, not the controlling of them, that the most exquisite pleasure could be reached. He wanted her to know that feeling, to have that skill. It would take a lot of sex together to teach it.

But that was for another time. Tonight his calling was to usher his sister into this part of adult womanhood. So for a while he kissed her. He spent time tasting her, nipping at her lips, dragging his across hers, sparring with her tongue, thinking of that tongue recently licking his cock, savoring his juice. Her moaning increased and her arms clutched at him. Her body began to stir under him.

At their side Shonna sat cross-legged with a hand cupping her sex. She seemed content to just watch. He saw that she used the mirrors, too. He wanted to get back to suckling those chewy puffies some time. He supposed she was willing to defer to Bernadette tonight because she figured he was available again in the future. She was right. He winked at her. She smiled.

Bernadette had let her mind inspect all the places they touched like John said and it made her hungrier. She couldn't stop her body from moving anymore. His weight on her amplified every movement. It made all those touching places more intensely sizzle-y. That's not a word, but it's what I am - sizzle-y, she mused, sister-sizzle-y, sister-sizzler, all-you-can-eat at the buffet;

Maybe what she was; was just drunk on sex. Was that a thing? Was it just lust? She was realizing that lust wasn't merely a condition in any way. It was fundamental to being a woman, to being a human. In this state of arousal going on three-orgasms-in-a-row there wasn't any argument in her head that could persuade her that Lust with a capital 'L' wasn't the ground of her being, so fundamental that it became a spiritual state. Completely without fear she had a man, her brother!, many inches deep in her. She'd surrendered to the Universe, to God, maybe.

Was she starting to understand John's Goddess talk? Was she a Goddess if she was in the presence of God? His cock moved in her and it sure felt that way. Could a physical body feel any more right to be in? Could her spirit experience the material world any more intensely or joyfully? It hadn't before tonight, that's for sure. It was like all that Catholic School teaching about goodness and godliness had left out the best part.

God had been inside her all this time and now she could feel him! John's cock slipped back an inch and she squirmed. His skin lifted from her sweaty body and the cool air seeped between them. She wanted him back on top and deep inside, but he kept sliding outward, dragging her pleasure with him, making her hunger all the greater. As he retreated the ridges and bands on his cock pulled at her cunt, pulled at all those nerve endings she'd just discovered. She gripped him with her legs but he receded anyway.

John saw the look of almost panic on his sister's face as he withdrew. He gave her a reassuring, loving look.

"Now it's all about the contrast, Bernie," he said as he brought his knob to the merest purchase in her sex. He held it for some long seconds, then moved smoothly back into her, deep and slow. Her look of awe almost made him laugh. He loved having that powerful effect on his women. So now the dance began - John pushed and Bernie gasped, he pulled and she grasped at him. Over and over, faster and faster.

Bernadette felt the ebb and flow of pleasure across her body. Another surprise - as he sawed her pleasure's peaks and valleys were amplified. The contrast he talked about. Yeah, every time he pulled out she felt his loss more powerfully, but every time he muscled back in her delight rose even higher. She wondered where the energy came from to move their bodies so powerfully, so relentlessly, so long. Maybe they were tapped into the divine source. It didn't matter, she was going to ride it to the end if it killed her.

It was delicious to feel her tits sloshing on her chest with his rocking into her.

Then she noticed what happened when he drove in hard. He mashed her clit with his pubic bone and a spike of pleasure flowed all the way to her brain. With every spike her brain stopped. She disappeared. She became simply; ecstasy. Off and on her brain pulsed. Another level of pleasure she hadn't imagined. She hadn't even red about it. Did everyone get this? Why'd they keep it a secret? She felt, in the moments her thoughts could cohere, that she must now be entering into the holy of holies, the most sacred, secret, sweet ark of knowledge.

John's smiling down at her made her think he could read her thoughts. "Why doesn't; anybody; tell you; about this?" she gasped. He just kept smiling. Sweat dripped on her. Their bodies made smacking noises. Shonna looked like she was about to cum again, rubbing herself intently, watching them pleasure each other.

When Bernadette looked Shonna in the eyes the woman shook and groaned through a climax, cross-legged and rocking on her own hand. They held the look while the orgasm ran through her. They were going to be good friends now, probably. Bernadette was glad her world was expanding this way. It was the trust that made it so sacred, she realized. Safe. She felt safe.

Shonna leaned forward over her knees and put her forehead on the mat, curled into a wrung out tangle of limbs, sweat dripping, her spine-jagged back rising with each shuddering breath. Bernadette watched her come down and sensed her own peak coming soon. John's calibrated pounding brought her closer and closer. Her body began to feel like something separate from her being, from her self-as-ecstasy. She drifted in the beautiful haze of it.

John saw his sister zoning out and felt proud. They were so in sync - he felt that kind of dissociation, too. It was familiar and he could drive them both to a buzzing orgasm in a minute if he kept up the pounding. Her goddess was fully present and receptive. But this was a station on the journey. He wanted her to fully inhabit her goddess body when she next peaked.

"Shonna," he said, breathing hard, "will you come over here and do Bernie a favor, please?" The woman raised her head and looked weary but willing. "Can you lick her clit for her?"

The sweaty woman crawled beside his sister and lay her head on that soft belly, angled her mouth down where his cock speared her, where he pulled the girl's legs apart, where the 'little man in the boat' sailed. Bernadette gasped when her tongue found that little cock button.

John liked that his sister looked confused for a moment. He wanted her to be fully present when they took this tryst all the way to the end. He pulled his dripping cock all the way out of her and saw the bereft look in her eye. Then he offered it to Shonna's mouth.

Shonna smiled and opened for him. His straining purple knob, dripping with Bernadette's thick, frothy cream, filled the woman's mouth. She worked her tongue to suck it clean. John pulled it from her and pressed it down into his sister again, her parted, wet and red labia eager to have him. He sank it deep and she groaned. As good as this felt it still served as a pivot point. Bernie needed to take some ownership of her deflowering. He didn't want her passive. The goddess in a woman wasn't a passive spirit but a vibrant, commanding one.

She lay under him and received his thick member with shivers of glee, with her soft body shaking, her heavy tits pooled, the nipples spiky, her hair a mess, sweat running, the pink flush of her exhilaration coloring her. So he moved his cock back and forth from his sister's sex to the black woman's warm mouth, bringing Bernie back from her trance. He did it until their pleasure had plateaued back down a notch.

"There's one more thing, Bernie, then you can cum." John watched the look of indignation cross her face.

Bernadette recoiled even as she felt her brother's cock slide deliciously deep. She'd drifted on the pleasure his magical wand had brought her. She'd been in a kind of nirvana as a result of all his attentions. But now he pulled her back from that brink. Now he says, then you can cum? she thought, Like he's the boss. As if it was he alone responsible for her pleasure, only he could dictate the ending, only he controlled the outcome. She wanted that fucking orgasm. She was so ready for it.

Then Johnny rolled away from her and onto his back. His cock slapped wet on his belly. He looked at her and smiled. "Get on," he said, "have me your way." The energy of her indignation drove her to rise, to swing her leg over and lever his cock up, then squirm her cunt around until they fit and she could discover the angle that would get him buried to the hilt. It was bliss. She sank down his length and spread her legs wide, inviting him deep. She put her hands on his hairy chest and saw him smiling smugly again. Then she realized he'd maneuvered her. "You want me to take control, don't you, Johnny?"

Her brother just smiled and rocked his hips. Okay, then, I'll take control. I'll ride the Stallion all the way to the barn.

His sister didn't notice that Shonna left the room, giving them the final destination without distraction. John thought the black woman had a lot of bedroom smarts. No wonder she was dissatisfied with her lovers. She was definitely worth a few more sessions.

Bernie took a minute to figure how to rise up and down on his pole. He kept still and let her find her rhythm, let her get her groove back. Her heavy melons swung wildly and she didn't care. "Let me suck your nipples," he said. She leaned forward and hung one tit over his mouth. He latched on and pinched the areola between his lips, lashing the fat nipple with his tongue.

After a bit she just lay her tits on his chest and focused on sliding up and down his gooey shaft, her head on his shoulder. He put his hands behind his head and enjoyed it. Her hips rose just perfectly to top out on his tip and the arc of her pelvis curling down, the splay of her legs that put her cunt lips tight to his root, well that was proof of intelligent fucking design as far as John was concerned. That and the hundred other ways that human bodies fit together in pleasure.

Well, well, well, Bernadette mused, sex is the ultimate mystery and it isn't, too. She sucked in her brother's sweaty aroma with each breath. She ground her nipples into his hairy chest. She gripped his biceps, those hard, chiseled masses of muscle. She sank his magnificent cock repeatedly deep into that undiscovered territory inside her and rose steadily toward her final release. She'd arrived in a new world. One that had been only as far away as an attitude change. And one good, loving brother opened the door.

Bernadette let the pleasure build in her every cell. She followed her bliss. And it suffused her entire body, spreading from deep in her pelvis where Johnny's fat knob filled her to the tips of her fingers. It was good to be made love to by a caring partner - it was even better to make love with a knowledgeable and generous man.

Her brother brought one hand to her rump and gripped the soft meat as it shook. He slid his fingers in the sweaty cleft, pulling her apart. Even as she pumped her pelvis up and down his pole he worked his fingers along the channel, running them across her sphincter and down to the frothy, wet junction of their bodies. She imagined the view from behind - her ass up, cheeks spread, his column sucked into her, that other wrinkled hole exposed and slippery.

What if there was more than one man, more than one lover pressing her body's buttons? What if another man came up behind her, his cock hard, stroking it, kneeling; Was it Okay to imagine even more sex than she was having? Was it fair to Johnny to imagine a second man? It excited her even more, though, to think the electric feeling of his fingers on her ass were someone else. Then he put his fingertip against her wet sphincter and pressed.

John was glad his instincts proved correct. He felt his sister's body shiver when he put his finger at her asshole. He didn't force it, just moved gently around the wrinkled ring and let her accept the pressure as she needed it. She began rising up slowly along his shaft then dropping quickly to slam on his hips. His own need grew in him. His need to cum again rising to meet hers.

Bernadette's body moved without conscious control, rising up and dropping down, taking his organ deep, driving the delight through her whole body. Every inch of flesh signaled overload. The nipples crushed to his chest, the labia dragged along his shaft, the fingered bung hole, the cheek against his shoulder, her hair with his other hand pulling at it.

She craned her head to the side. "Bite my neck," she begged through gritted teeth. Even as she rode him, woman on top, powering her own orgasm closer, she wanted to submit. She could have both. There was no more to want. No more to feel. When his teeth sank into her flesh the world disappeared into a white flash of ecstasy and she was back to that infinite space of delight, but at her own command. She'd brought herself here. She'd found herself here.

As he bit his sister's corded neck John felt her crescendo. Bernie's body spasmed, her hips lost the rhythm, her scream wavered, her hands convulsed, her spine went stiff and he drove his cock up into her over and over again until his own explosion crashed into hers.

Pulse after pulse of spunk rocketed through him, curling him up to fire deep. He pulled Bernie's hair and held her delicate flesh in his teeth as she shook. He squeezed her ass and ran his fingers across all he could reach, smearing their juices.

Gradually the intensity spent itself. Their squelching bodies slowed toward stillness.

Her body lay soft across his chest as the power flowed out of them, relaxing into his diminishing thrusts. The thick tool that had bulled its way into her now delivered caresses as it retreated. They became a fleshy, sweaty, exhausted puddle on the floor.

Shonna appeared again, bringing warm washcloths. "That was fucking amazing," she said, "Or amazing fucking." She washed them like an acolyte and the cleansing felt good, too. Groggy, John smiled, knowing this was just the beginning of what the three of them might discover together. Bernie had rolled to snuggle in his arm while Shonna ran the warm cloth lovingly over her body.

The black girl covered them with towels and snuggled herself on his other side. There wasn't much to say even if he could have formed words. Their bodies fit together and said all that needed saying.

The notion that this kind of teaching was needed in the world stirred in his mind. He and Dr. Wright had been rescuing lost goddesses, restoring cougars. What if he could help women find their goddess before they were disappointed in the world? Maybe he could attend to bringing forth good healthy goddesses before they had a chance to be lost. It was certainly something to sleep on.

Based on the works of OnePaige, in 10 parts, for Literotica