After that, I realized that my ‘little girl’ was growing up, in a ‘big’ way. Now, don’t get me wrong. At the time, I was a double D person. My wife was a size 44. Usually, small breasts didn’t interest me that much, but strangely enough, in a week or two, I found myself starting to enjoy pictures of small breasts on young girls on the Internet-my daughter is a size 36B-and I found myself comparing them to my daughter.

I guess it was about a week later, I came home a little earlier than usually, I knew that my daughter would be home, but my wife didn’t get home till about Twenty minutes after I did. When I walked in, I could hear the shower running. (We lived in a small apartment.) I knew Karen was taking a shower. I went about doing what I usually did when I got home, I filled a bowl, (no idiot, I smoke a pipe) and was about to lite it. I knew Karen was finished with her shower, because I heard her shut it off. I had just sat down, and started to lite it, when the bathroom door opened, and she stepped out, on her way to her room, which was across the hall, with nothing on. Not even a towel. I was stunned, to say the least. At 15, she was already developed into a very beautiful young woman. Then, she did something I never expected; she bent over, to pick something up off the floor, and looked back between her legs and saw me sitting there staring at the most beautiful piece of womanhood, I had ever say. "Oh, hi Daddy. I didn’t know you were home." She said, standing up, and trying to cover up everything that was exposed. Too late. The cat was out of the bag, and if I had been standing, so would have my manhood have been also. "Hi Angel." I stammered, as she turned and walked into her room. The thought of that beautiful flower, and her gorgeous caboose was already burned into my memory.

That night, my wife wondered what had got me started, as I climaxed, shooting twice the amount I usually deposited in her. "What got you going?" Asked Tera, my wife, as we lay together afterward. "That was amazing." I just smiled. There was no way I could tell her, that what had gotten me going was the fantasy that it had been my daughter whose legs I was between.

OK, before I go any further, let me tell you about my Angel. She stands 5’3". A Redhead, whose hair is down to the middle of her back, and yes, like her mother, and myself, she is a little heavy. No, not fat, chunky. I have never been a man to go for stick figures. I am about 245 lbs, stand 5’7" and my manhood is average size. About 61/2, to 7 inches.

Anyway, nothing happened, other than a friendly pat on the rump now and then. I didn’t want to do anything that would alienate her. Our relationship was good, but she was a normal teenager, and, as most her age, daddy was and old fart. As for her mother and me, well, that’s another story. We had been having troubles off and on, and she clamed that my snoring was keeping her awake. So, I moved to the day bed, in the living room. During this time, my daughter continued to develop, looking more sexy every day.

By the time my Angel turned nineteen, her mother and I were separated. I had moved about 50 miles away, and found my own place. She started comming over, and would spend a few days with me. I came home from work one evening, and found her wondering around the house in just her bra, and panties, which were a little smaller than I remembered. I think they called them ‘Hipsters.’ Anyway, after dinner, which I don’t even remember, because she was still half nude, she said she was going to go take a shower. I loaded the dishwasher, and wondered down the hall. I could hear the shower running, but as I passed by the door, I heard something else. Moaning. I froze. My daughter was masturbating? I couldn’t belive it. I stood frozen outside the door, and realized, that I had the hardest erection I had ever had. After a minute, I heard a loud moan, and I realized that most likely, she had reached her climax. I went into my room, and made love to Grammy Thumb, and her four daughters.

I decided it was time to make my move, so I started talking to her a little more about sex. Saying little things in passing. About a week before Christmas, she was spending the holidays with me, because her mother was working. My neighbor had invited us over for a few drinks to celebrate the season. Well, after a few drinks, we went back to the apartment. I could tell she was felling the couple drinks she had had, so I started making jokes about oral sex, and after a few minutes of joking around, I asked her if she had every tried it. I knew she hadn’t, because I knew she didn’t even have a boyfriend. She said no, but she had often wondered about it. "Here’s my chance." I thought, and asked her if she would like me to show her what it was like. She hesitated for a couple minutes, then said okay. I told her I would have to take her panties off, and asked if that was OK, she said yes. I removed her panties, and she lay back on the couch, and just watched me. I couldn’t believe I was final going to get to see Angel’s flower, and as I knelt down in front of her, and gently spread her legs. "Just relax Sweetheart. I think you will enjoy this." I said, and leaned forward, and ran my tongue up the outside of her right labia, and down the outside of the left. I felt her jerk a little, when my tongue came in contact with the inside of her labia, as I ran my tongue down the middle between them. I raised my head up, and looked up at her. She was lying with her head against the arm of the couch, and her eyes were closed. I decided them, that it was time to go for the gold. I then took my tongue, and licked from her little puckered bum hole, up to the top of womanly flower, paying special attention to her flower stem. After a few seconds, I repeated what I had just done. When my tongue hit her little nub, she gasped, and I felt her body stiffen for a minute. Drawing her nub into my mouth, I started sucking on it, and flicking it with my tongue. Suddenly, I felt her hand on the back of my head, pushing my mouth down farther down on her nub. I started humming deep in my throat, as I danced my tongue over her nub. I felt, more than heard, her moan, as I sucked on her nub a little harder. I then moved down a little, and buried my tongue deep in her love tunnel. That was all it took. She started moaning, and arching her back, as her love juice gushed out of her love tunnel, and I lapped it up like a thirsty dog lapping water on an August day. Oh, it was so sweet. After a minute, I raised my head, and looked at her. She still had her eyes closed. "You can breathe now." I said, rubbing my hand over stomach, and down over her naked mound. "Daddy, that was incredible. I never felt anything like that." "Even when you were masturbating?" I asked, grinning broadly, happy knowing that I had made her feel so good, but also thinking about hearing her in the bathroom the few weeks before. "How did you know I did that?" She asked, turning red. I told her about hearing her in the shower, and then told her not to be embarrassed, everyone doses it. "Well, maybe not nuns, but mostly everyone else." I said, putting her at ease. "Do you do it, Daddy?" She asked me, looking me in the eye. "Yes, I do, and lately, a lot more than usually. Especially now that your mom and I are split up." "Oh, poor Daddy." She said, leaning over and kissing me on the lips. I figure it to be one of our usually kisses, but suddenly, I felt her tongue seeking entrance into the confined space of my mouth. As our tongues met, my manhood immediately became engorged to its fullest extent, ready to bust through my pants, seeking freedom. As I broke the kiss to get air, I almost fainted when I heard my beautiful daughter say, "Make love to me daddy." "Are you sure baby?" I asked. Without saying anything, she started rising up from the couch. She reached out and took my hand, and tugged on it till I stood up. She then started leading me into the bedroom. I could only follow, watching her sweet rump sway as she walked, looking back over her shoulder, and smiled the sexiest ‘come fuck me’ smile I had ever seen.

There was another reason, too. Over the last couple of years, since Anna had started to fill out, I’d started fantasizing about her, lusting after her. She was quite attractive. About 5'2, she was half a foot shorter than me, and had a very petite build. She had long and wavy brown hair that accented her slender neck and matched her gorgeous brown eyes. Her legs and belly were firm and toned from years of dance and gymnastics. Her breasts were small (I’m guessing a B cup), but firm and perky, and sometimes I could see her nipples sticking out through her shirts. And her ass... my god, her ass. The cutest ass I’d ever seen! Small and round, firm and cute, it stuck out just a tiny bit when she walked, making my heart go pit-pat, and making other parts of my body do less poetic things. Because of all of this, and because of the feelings I had, I often got nervous when trying to talk to her. I didn’t want to accidentally give away my feelings, or who knows what trouble I might have gotten into. I knew I couldn’t try anything, because she was my sister. I wouldn’t do anything, unless I got some sign that she wanted it too. Fat chance of that... until that morning.

Since I didn’t really have anything planned for the day except chilling out at home, instead of getting dressed after I took a shower, I just threw on a pair of boxers. The weather was getting hotter, and I don’t really like being sweaty, at least not when it is because of the temperature. I did this fairly often when I was just slumming around at home, and it had never been a problem before. I was walking down the hallway when I felt a cool draft from the air conditioning vent. I decided to stand there and enjoy it for a minute, so I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes.

I opened them about 30 seconds later, to see Anna staring at me. It looked like she had just recently gotten up, because she was still in her pajamas, which consisted of loose soft pants and a thin t-shirt. The direct link between my penis and my brain noticed that she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, because I could vaguely see the impression of her nipples against the fabric of the shirt. She was staring at me, wide-eyed, not saying a word. My first thought was, oh shit, I bet I’m hanging out of my boxers, how embarrassing. I glanced down nervously, but the troops were still in line, nothing visible. But I followed her line of sight, and realized with some shock that my boxers were definitely what she was staring at. Specifically, the bulge in them. It didn’t make sense. My sister had seen me wearing only my boxers many times before. Then I realized that the boxers I was wearing were pretty old, and smaller than most of the others I wore, which were usually pretty loose. My bulge was definitely more apparent when I wore these. I decided to say something to her.

"Hey, Anna, don’t stare too hard, huh? You’ll burn holes through it." I joked. She smiled nervously and blushed eleven shades of red, but didn’t stop looking. I realized immediately that this might, just might, be the chance I had been waiting for. But I needed to get her to actually admit to what she was doing, before I could try to proceed further. Otherwise, if I was wrong about what she was staring at, I could get in serious trouble. I tried a different tack.

"Anna, seriously, what are you staring at?" This time I got a reaction. She stopped staring, but she had a shy look on her face, and couldn’t look me in the eye.

"Sorry, Joe. Don’t be mad. I was, um, I was looking at, well... I can really see your, um, your package. Please don’t be mad." She was very embarrassed and shy, pleading with me not to get angry. This was totally different from her usually confident and slightly pushy personality. I wondered if this was why she had never had a boyfriend, even though she was so pretty. Maybe she was just really shy when it came to sexual topics.

"I’m not mad, Anna, but I don’t really get it. You’ve seen me in my boxers plenty of times before, and you never had this reaction." Of course, I knew the real reason why she had noticed this time, but I wanted to hear what she had to say, wanted to keep her talking about it.

"Well, I guess I saw it before, but never, you know, really looked. Like the difference between just hearing and actually listening..." She was staring at it again. "It looks a lot bigger than I thought it would be."

"Oh really? And how much time did you spend thinking about how big it would be?" I teased her, and her shy smile grew.

"You know what I mean. Bigger than it seemed like other times that I saw you wearing just your boxers." I decided to press further.

"Have you ever actually seen one?" She blushed furiously.

"No, not a real one. I’ve seen pictures on the internet and stuff, plus the crap pictures they show in sex-ed. And my friends have told me about what they are like. And, like, I saw Toby’s when I was in fourth grade." Toby was a guy who had gone to elementary school with her. "But his looked silly, like a little floppy worm." She giggled. "Not like yours. Yours looks like it’s probably pretty thick. Like... I don’t know, like Toby’s was a toy and yours is all business."

I laughed. "Very poetic, Anna." Hearing her talk about how thick my penis looked was, of course, only making it bigger. It was pressing against my boxers, trying to escape. The only thing that saved it from springing loose on its own was the fact that I had twisted the boxers ever so slightly, so that the fly hole was not directly lined up in the front. Only compounding the issue was the fact that I could now clearly see the impression of her nipples against her shirt, and since it was a warm day, the only likely cause was that she was getting turned on. She walked a little closer to me, looking me in the eyes this time.

"Is it big?" She seemed genuinely curious. I decided to be honest.

"It isn’t huge, or anything. Guys like to make jokes about their ‘nine inch monster,’ but the truth is that extremely few men have a penis that size. But yes, mine gets decently large." I had measured (doesn’t everybody?) and mine maxed out at a quite respectable 7 inches. A bolder guy would have whipped it out right then and there, but I am a pretty cautious individual, and wanted to make absolutely sure that she was into it.

"Would you... would you maybe let me see it?" I gaped at her. This was too easy! She mistook my surprised look for displeasure and scrambled to explain herself. "I mean, I just feel a little silly being sixteen and never having seen one. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. Please, I promise I wouldn’t tell anyone."

I smiled and gently caressed her hair. I figured the more it seemed like I was going along with her idea, the less likely it was that I would get in trouble. "Okay, I guess, just this once, I could let you look."

By now I was at full mast, and pretty much desperate to pull it out anyway. But before I could even do anything, Anna grabbed my boxers and pulled them down in one quick movement. I shouldn’t have been surprised. This was actually more in line with her usual confident personality; once she decides what she wants, she just goes for it. She had made pulling down my boxers a full body motion, so that by the time they were down, her face was right at the level of my fully erect penis.

She gasped almost comically, and her eyes got really big. "That goes inside of people?!"

I laughed. "That’s what it’s for." She seemed mesmerized. Then, another shock, she suddenly grasped it around the middle with her right hand. I could feel the soft skin of her palm, the tender but firm grip of her small fingers, and my cock twitched.

"It’s so hard, but the skin is so soft. I’ll bet it’s really sensitive," she whispered. With the index finger of her other hand, she traced a gentle line across the head. An insane thought crossed my mind, that her nail polish clashed terribly with the color of my cockhead. What? I needed to pay attention to what was going on.

"Oh, jeez, I’m sorry," she said suddenly, removing both hands, and looking very sheepish. "I just got carried away."

"No, that’s alright, I don’t mind. You can touch it if you want to." I flashed her a winning smile. Don’t mind? What an understatement! In my head I was doing a little dance of happiness. She immediately returned her right hand to its grasping position.

"Thanks for letting me do this." My grin threatened to reach the ends of my face. Very slowly, she began to pump her hand up and down. "I think you have a very nice one," she whispered, barely audible. My heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour. She tenderly ran her left index finger down the ridge at the base of my cockhead, and continuing down the full length of the shaft. I shuddered at the sensation, and the tip moistened itself with a couple glistening drops of precum.

"Hey, that’s precum, isn’t it?" I stared at her, incredulous.

"You seem to know an awful lot about this."

"Just because I’ve never done this before doesn’t mean that I don’t know anything about it," she pouted. "I’m not dumb you know."

"Sorry."

"So, am I right? It’s precum, right?" I nodded. She was staring directly at the head. "I’m gonna try something," she said, quickly and almost under her breath. I could barely hear her. "Don’t be mad, okay?" Before I could even react, she brought her face up to my dick and, with quick flick of her tongue, licked the precum off the tip.

Now it was my turn to gasp loudly. And only a small part of it was from how good it felt; mostly it was surprise. Anna immediately backed a few feet away and sort of cowered on the floor. She started babbling what sounded like a long and confused sentence.

"I’m sorry, Joe, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, well I mean I did mean to, but I’m sorry, please don’t be mad, I just really wanted to try it and see what it was like, and now you’re gonna be mad at me, please don’t be mad at me, please don’t tell Mom and Dad, I’m sorry –" I walked over to her, put my hand on her shoulder, and got her to stand up, cutting off the flow of her words by placing a finger on her lips and saying "shhh." She looked at me, tears just beginning to well up in her eyes, and let out a final, whispered "I’m sorry." I put one hand on each of her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes.

"First of all," I said firmly, "we can’t ever tell anyone about any of this. Do you understand?" She nodded nervously. I felt a little silly lecturing her while she was dressed and I was naked, especially because we were standing so close that my erect penis was pressing against her. "Second, I’m not angry with you. Not even a little." She seemed visibly relieved. "I was just really surprised. I didn’t expect you to do that."

"I didn’t expect me to do that either." She blushed a little. "I mean, you’re my brother and everything. But I wanted to see what it was like. You didn’t mind?"

"It was very nice." She smiled a little. "And it looked very sexy." I chose my next words very carefully. "I would love it if you did it some more." She looked at me, with just the slightest hint of a coy smile.

"You mean, give you a blowjob?" She seemed to be seriously considering it.

"Only if you really want to. I don’t want to force you into it." My heart was racing. She smiled sweetly.

"I think it could be fun. I don’t really know how, but you could teach me, right?" I nodded, breathlessly. "And I know that you would never hurt me or anything. Plus, you wouldn’t go bragging to all your friends about it and give me a bad reputation..." She looked me over, and now I could definitely see a naughty smile on her face. "And besides, I can tell that you want it really bad." I stammered uselessly, and she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "I’ll do it," she said, with a matter-of-fact calmness that seemed almost out of place.

She knelt down in front of my dick, and once again grasped it with one hand. "It is a very nice one," she said softly. I could feel her moist warm breath. Slowly, tentatively, her tongue touched the tip. First a couple of small licks, really no more than just touching the tip of her tongue to my cock. Then a few larger and more confident licks. She kissed the tip, and a few places on the shaft.

"You know," she said, looking up at me, "there’s no way that I can put that whole thing in my mouth." I guess she didn’t know as much about it as she thought she did.

"Don’t worry about it. Most girls don’t put the whole thing in their mouth. That’s called ‘deepthroating,’ and it’s a lot harder to do," I explained. She looked up at me, a little confused, still holding onto my cock with one hand.

"How am I supposed to do it, then?"

"Think about how you would suck on a popsicle. You wouldn’t put the whole thing in your mouth at once, or you would choke. You can lick all parts of it, or you can suck on the end of it. Try to be creative... you know, make it sexy. Just don’t bite it."

"Alright, I’ll do my best. But keep in mind, it’s my first time doing it, I might not be so good at it." She looked up at me, and I could see the eagerness in her eyes. She really wanted to do it right. She kissed the tip again, but this time, instead of breaking the kiss, she opened her lips slightly, and slowly let the head enter her mouth. The warm smooth surface of her lips felt like heaven against the flesh of my cock. While it was in her mouth, her lips formed a tight and pulsing seal, while she rubbed her tongue against the tip. Then, slowly, she removed it from her mouth. Once it was out, she deftly swirled her tongue around the head a couple of times. I realized that I hadn’t taken a breath in nearly half a minute.

"Am I doing a good job?" she asked.

"Absolutely amazing. Jesus, Anna, is that how you eat a popsicle?"

"That’s how I eat a sexy popsicle," she replied, winking at me, and then she got back to work. This time, she started at the base of the shaft, and wetly ran her tongue all the way up the length of it. Reaching the head, she teased it by flicking her tongue on it, and then swallowed the head again. She started moving her head gently up and down, all the while her tongue sliding smoothly against it. The sensation was amazing. I put one hand on her shoulder to brace myself, otherwise I think I might have fallen over. With the other hand I slowly caressed her hair.

After about a minute, she tried to get more of my cock into her mouth, and managed to fit about 3 inches of it before I felt the tip hit the back of her mouth. She had such a small mouth, she was never going to be able to deepthroat anyone. But that didn’t matter, she more than made up for that with creativity and enthusiasm. She tried to get more in, and I felt her gag.

"Hey, Anna, don’t hurt yourself. It feels fantastic just from what you were doing before." She took my advice, and retreated back to having only 2 or 3 inches in her mouth. She went on licking and sucking for a couple of minutes.

"Oh god, Anna, I’m gonna cum soon," I warned. She stopped sucking for a moment and looked up at me.

"I wanna try to swallow it. Guys like that, right?" I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! My little sister wanted to swallow my cum? None of my girlfriends had ever even done that.

"Oh yeah, guys love that. But be careful not to choke on it, there’s gonna be more than you expect," I managed to croak out through my now very heavy breathing. She went back to sucking, and withing a minute I started to cum.

I’m always pretty quiet when I cum (probably from years of masturbating in my room, which is right next to Anna’s room, training myself not to shout out so that she wouldn’t hear me), and this time was no exception. But the feeling was incredible, like somebody was wrenching my entire body and soul out of me through my cock. I could feel stream after stream of my cum shooting into Anna’s mouth. What’s more, I could feel her throat muscles working to swallow as much as she could. But as I had suspected, it was too much for her. The edge of her mouth opened as she started to choke a little, and thick white cum spilled out onto her lips and chin, and then down onto her shirt.

I finished cumming, and my body tingled all over, but she wasn’t done yet. She swallowed what was left in her mouth, then proceeded to lick all over my cock, to get any that was left. Once that was done, she slowly licked her lips to get the remaining cum. She tried a couple of times to reach the cum on her chin with her tongue, but it was too far to reach, so she wiped it off with her fingers, and then sucked it off of them. This was too much. It was so fucking hot! Seeing her do all that was almost better than cumming. Almost. I had to sit down... basically I collapsed against the wall and then slid down to the floor, never once taking my eyes away from her.

She seemed to emerge from a daze, and looked at me innocently. "Did you like it?"

"My god, Anna, that was absolutely, no question, the hottest thing I have ever seen. Bar none. And it felt awesome. Man, that was sooo hot..." I was literally breathless from the entire business, but I still managed to be surprised by her reaction to what I’d said. She giggled and blushed shyly. What the hell? She was still feeling embarrassed? Whatever, it was her first time. I felt unbelievably good, and I wanted to return the favor, but I wasn’t quite sure how to initiate it. Then suddenly, I got an idea.

"Oh, hey, you’ve got some on your shirt," I pointed out to her. There was, in fact, quite a bit of my cum spilled onto her shirt, most of it on her breasts. Her clothes sense kicked in immediately.

"Oh no, is it going to leave a stain?" she asked. Of course, I knew it wouldn’t, but I decided a little white lie couldn’t hurt, and might even help.

"It might, if you don’t wash it out soon. Here, come into the bathroom," I said, standing up. "I’ll help you wash it out." She got up, and we walked towards the bathroom. As we walked, she slipped an arm around my waist, and leaned her head against me. This is going to be a piece of cake, I thought to myself. We got into the bathroom, and she started to wet a washcloth. "Hold on," I said. "This will be easier if you take the shirt off." She took it off instantly. Strangely, at that moment I don’t think she even thought of the sexual implications. She just wanted to clean her favorite pajama shirt. Girls...

Now, for the first time, Anna’s cute little breasts were exposed to me. They were gorgeous. Firm and round, with small pink nipples that stuck up perkily. Her nipples were quite hard, and looked perfectly suckable. Patience, Joe, patience, I told myself. She put the shirt in the sink and turned on the water, as I stood behind her. While she began to rinse it, I placed my hands on the sides of her body, just below her breasts. I heard her breathe in sharply, but she continued to clean the shirt. Slowly, smoothly, I cupped a perfect little breast in each hand, and began to very lightly massage them. She sighed audibly, and I moved myself closer, pressing my body against hers. My massaging got a little firmer, and although I hadn’t even touched her cute pink nipples yet, she was already breathing heavily.

"What are you doing?" she managed to ask. She was still trying to wash the shirt, but she wasn’t really paying attention to it anymore.

"You made me feel so good. I’m just trying to return the favor."

"Oh, Joe, that’s alright, you don’t need to-oooh!" Her last word turned into a moan as I simultaneously brushed my fingertips across both of her nipples. I could tell that they were very sensitive, and I started to rub them softly. She wasn’t even trying to wash the shirt anymore. I moved my head to whisper in her ear.

"You know, it’s really a shame that you’re standing like this, otherwise I wouldn’t be limited to using my hands." I flicked my tongue against her earlobe to make it obvious what I meant. Almost immediately, she turned around. She had a pleading look in her eyes. I moved my mouth down to one of her nipples and breathed a warm breath onto it. I kissed the skin around it, without actually touching it.

"Please, stop teasing," she whispered.

"What about your shirt?" I smirked at her. She looked at me for a moment.

"What about my shirt?" and arched her chest out towards me. I flicked my tongue against her nipple, and then gave it a couple of slow wet licks. She moaned, and arched her chest even more. Using my other hand to slowly rub the other nipple, I began to suck on the first one, alternating between just sucking on it and teasing it with my tongue. Her hands were on the back of my head, at first just holding it gently, but soon she was practically shoving my head down onto her tit, moaning softly.

"This is so nice," she said softly. She was mumbling and whispering about how nice it was, just barely loud enough for me to hear her. She said something that made me start for a second, but it was so quiet that it could have been my imagination: "It must be nice to be your girlfriend." Then, back at a normal speaking volume, she said "Is this how I made you feel? When I gave you a blowjob?" I unlatched my mouth from her nipple and smiled at her.

"Not even close, sweetness. What you did felt much more intense than this."

"What was it like?"

"Well, come on Anna, you’ve masturbated before, right?" She nodded. "And you’ve made yourself cum from doing it, right?" Again she nodded. "Well, when someone else makes you cum, it feels like that, but a hundred times better."

"Really?" She seemed excited by the concept. She stared into my eyes with a desperately wanton gaze. "Do you think..." she said softly, "do you think maybe you could –"

"Shhh," I said, touching a finger to her lips, and smiling. I kissed her forehead. "You don’t even have to ask." Without speaking, I led her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. At the edge of her bed, I moved her hands to the waistband of her pajama pants, and motioned for her to take them off. She pulled down her pants and her panties together and kicked them off, leaving her totally naked and beautiful in front of me. I grabbed her and held her close to me, kissing her neck, and then sucking it gently. One of my hands slowly snaked its way down her side, over her belly, and ever nearer to her pussy. I lay her down on the bed and kissed her belly, then took my first good look at her adorable little pussy. It was perfect, untouched by anyone except her. It looked extremely tight. And surprisingly, it was shaved clean. I ran my fingers over the mound and she hissed lightly in pleasure. With one finger, I traced along the tight slit, from top to bottom and back. I pushed my finger in ever so slightly, not even up to the first knuckle, then withdrew it. Then I pushed it in a tiny bit further, and then withdrew it again. While tight, she was very wet. She was also starting to squirm under my touch.

I bent down and kissed first the top of her pussy and then the opening. I ran my tongue up and down the slit, and she squealed happily. Her legs wrapped tightly around my neck, and I saw that she was rubbing her nipples. Slowly, I inserted my tongue into her pussy, and I spent several minutes tasting the inside of her, occasionally removing my tongue from her pussy to tease her little clit with it. She was moaning loudly now, first my name, and then just loud sounds of pleasure. Pushing my tongue in deeper, I used one hand to rub on her clit. Now she wasn’t just moaning; her entire body was bucking against me. Her moans turned to loud shouts, and increased the rhythm of my licking and rubbing.

"Oh god, Joe, I’m cumming! Yes! Yes!" she screamed, and her second cry of ‘yes’ turned into a shriek of pure pleasure as she was gripped by her orgasm. Her back arched spasmodically, and I felt a gush of wetness. After a moment she collapsed back down onto the bed, eyes closed and breathing hard. I licked her clean, then moved up on the bed so that I was lying next to her. Her eyes were still closed, and her face was flushed. I kissed her on the cheek, and her eyes opened. She hugged me and rested her head on my shoulder, and I felt her little breasts pressing against my bare chest.

"Oh, Joe... Thank you so much," she whispered. "I’ve never felt it like that before." She looked into my eyes. "Thank you."

"I love you," I confessed. She did not respond with words. She just kissed me. First gently, and then fiercely. I nibbled on her lower lip and she pressed her body against me. Parting her lips with my tongue, I explored her mouth, and she reciprocated. When our kiss ended, we simply lay together, holding each other, for several minutes.

"Hey, Joe," she said.

"Hey, gorgeous," I replied. She smiled, and gestured downward with her eyes.

"You’re hard again." Indeed, I was. I hadn’t even noticed. I’d been so consumed by a flood of emotions that a little thing like being unbelievably horny had managed to escape my notice. My cock was fully hard again, and pressing against her.

"I guess I am." She bit her lower lip pensively, and thought for a moment. Then she looked into my eyes.

"Joe... make love to me."

"What? Anna, are you sure?" I asked, almost not willing to believe the wonderful turn of events that had gotten us here.

"Please. I love you. And you’re the only one I trust. You would never hurt me." The honesty and trust in her expression was touching. "You don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant. Mom’s had me on the pill for almost a year." She smiled. "Dad doesn’t know about it, or he’d freak out. He thinks it’s another dumb vitamin supplement that she’s giving me. Plus, it’s the safe part of the month."

"And you’re sure this is what you want?" Again, I know that many guys would have been full steam ahead, but like I said, I am a cautious fellow. This time it wasn’t honesty or trust that I saw on Anna’s face, but pure lust.

"Yes. Fuck me. Make me cum again." She moved her face close to mine. "Fuck your little sister. I want it so bad. I want to be yours." That was more than enough for me. I kissed her tenderly and lay her on her back. I was poised over her body, and she looked so ready, so willing, and so vulnerable.

"You’re a virgin," I said. It was not a question. She nodded, a little nervous. I caressed her breast. "Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle."

"I know. I trust you." I placed the head of my cock at the wet entrance to her pussy, rubbing the head against the slit. She whimpered, and I started to push it in. She was tighter than any girl that I’d ever had before, not that I’d had too many. The head popped in and she gasped. She was so warm, so wet. I pushed further, and I felt the walls of her eager virgin pussy clinging at my cock. I could feel that I had reached her hymen, so I stopped my progress, and looked at her for a moment.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"It feels so big. How much of it is in me?" she said breathlessly.

"Only a little more than half of it." Her eyes got big.

"Please, put the rest in. The suspense is too much." I could see that she was afraid, but she was ready.

"This might hurt a little, but only for a moment." I looked her in the eyes. "I love you." I thrust myself into her, breaking past her hymen and burying my whole length in her. She yelped and I stopped to see if she was hurt.

"It’s okay," she said, but there were tears in her eyes. "I’ll be fine. Just give me a second. God, that feels so big in me, so deep. I feel so... filled." A tear sneaked down her cheek, and I wiped it away.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" I asked her, concerned. She looked so fragile.

"Yeah," she smiled. "It just hurt a little more than I expected."

"Let me make it better," I said, slowly pulling out until only the head was still in. She seemed about to protest my removing it, and then I gradually pushed it back in. I fucked her slowly and deeply for a minute, and she was breathing heavily, her hands on her breasts.

"Better?" I asked.

"All sorts of better," she said. "I never knew it would be like this... But could you go maybe a little faster?"

"I was just going slow to get you used to it," I explained. "If you want it harder, I’ll give you as much as you can handle." I started to speed up. Her legs wrapped around my waist and drew me closer. She was moaning loudly now, crying out my name, and shouting things like "Yes! More!" I don’t think there was a drop of blood in my brain; it had all flowed straight down south. She put her arms around my back and drew me closer to her. Her breasts pressed against me, and I sucked on her neck. I could feel her pussy walls pulling at my cock, and I could see that she was loving it. Speeding up again, I pistoned my cock in and out of her at a feverish pace, and her cries of pleasure changed from intermittent to nearly constant. I knew I couldn’t last too much longer before I came, but she was even closer.

Her shouts swelled to a single long shriek of ecstacy as her orgasm began. As before, her back arched, this time making her press her body against me. Her arms gripped my back with surprising force, but that was nothing to the vise-like grip that her pussy suddenly exerted onto my cock. I was basically stuck fast, buried in her pussy and unable to move as it squeezed against my cock. It felt so good it almost hurt. In any case, it was more than I could take. I started cumming into her, feeling my cum jet out, filling her. I kissed her full on the mouth, cutting of her scream, and she seemed to channel all the energy of the scream into the kiss.

We collapsed against each other at almost the exact same moment, exhausted but satisfied. For at least five minutes we lay together, holding each other, my dick still deep into her pussy, neither of us saying a word. Eventually, my dick shrank and came out of her. Still we held each other quietly. She was the first one to break the silence.

"Joe... Am I your girl now?" She looked so hopeful and unsure. I smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.

"For as long as you want me, I’m yours." I meant it. She smiled back at me, and kissed me very lightly on the lips, a sisterly sort of kiss.

"I have the best brother in the world," she murmured, and nuzzled her face against my shoulder. I held her close. I knew this was the beginning of something amazing.

It was during one of these planned weekends at the lake cottage that Molly and I unexpected spent some time alone. Molly had been at cheerleading camp all week near my lake cottage and I volunteered to pick her up that afternoon and take her to the cottage, since Tom had to work a full day and then go home to pick up the rest of his family. Even though I was in my early thirties the thought of stopping by a teen age cheerleading camp and then spending an hour in a car with Molly was pretty enticing. I was on my way to pick up Molly when I recieved a cell phone call from her mother Beth. It ends up Molly's little sister had try outs for a play she really wanted to be in the next morning so they could not make it to the cottage until noon on Saturday. She apologized and offered to drive out that night to get Molly. I told her not to bother, that I would just take Molly straight to their place or Molly could just spend the night. Beth said she did not want to inconvenienceme and I said it was zero inconvenience since I was just planning to do some work on the cottage and the boat. We agreed to leave it up to Molly and touch base after I picked her up.

The cheerleading camp was as much fun as  I thought it would be. I was early, as planned, and there were babes everywhere. The camp was for high school age cheerleaders, and some of the older girls looked like they could be LA Laker dancers. Some of the girls were really built, and I was thinking they must really bounce when they jump. Found Molly and she gave me a big welcome hug, which I made sure to extend by pulling her tight. Helped her load her stuff and noticed her body looked ever tighter after a week of working hard at the camp. Her blue eyes really stood out as her skin bronzed from being in the sun.

As we were pulling out I gave her the news about her families delay and gave her her options, drive two hours back home or drive a half hour to the cottage and go water skiing. Wanted to frame the question right and it worked. After she gave me the no duh look she called her mom and told her she wanted to go to the cottage. I over heard her mother tell her to make sure she helped me in cleaning the cottage and boat. 

We arrived at the cottage and it was in great shape, after my sisters fmily hd borrowed it the week before. The boat though definitely needed cleaning, after sitting on a trailer for the last month. Molly said she would clean it, but I told her I could not let her do it alone. She then realized that she was without a bathing suit, in that her mother was suppose to bring one for her. After a few dirty thoughts of thinking of telling her she could go without I remembered that my sister kept a suit at the cottage. I gave Molly the suit and a safety pin, since my sister, while thin, was bigger than Molly. Molly came out in the bikinitop and with her cheer shorts on over the bikini bottoms. She grabbed a sponge and asked where to start. My sick mind told her it would be easiest for her to start on the outside of the boat, since she could stand up while working. I told her I would work along with her from the inside of the boat reaching down to the areas she could not reach. While she thought I was being nice, I knew I was just being a pervert in that I knew with this arrangement I would be forced to be looking down at her beautiful hard body the whole time we worked. I wondered if other people my age were anywhere as close to being this sick, in that Molly was only 14 and I am in my mid thirties. But at that point I did not care, she looked great and I was rock hard. We begin working and with a fringe benefit of the too large bikini top was that it would just hang open when she bent forward to get more water on her sponge. She would often try to hold her top to her breasts when she would bend over, but with a sponge in one hand and her other hand all wet she would often fail and it made for a great show. It was interesting, with a bra on Mollys breast looked small and round, but when hanging loose they looked like small pyramids, sticking straight out. Her nipples were lightly colored and also seemed to be sticking out hard. I was thinking maybe it was from the cold hose water, since the temperature was only in the sevnties. We had only been at the cottage and hour and  I could not believe I had seen Molly's beautiful breast, even if she was trying to hide them. Never enjoyed cleaning the boat more and was sad when we were done, thinking it might be the last time I ever see breasts that young and perfect.

Told Molly I felt bad making her work that hard and offered to let her water ski. She jumped at the chance and I let her ski until she was exhausted. She usually has just a short term, since there were always others waiting and she could not believe I kept letting her go again after she would fall. The highlight for me was holding the ladder in place as she climbed on board after her last ride. She was worn out and it was a struggle to pull herself up the ladder. The bikini bottom had strtched a bit after getting wet and the safety pin did not stop it from sliding a few inches down her butt as she climbed out. What a sight, that beautiful white tight butt, just below the dark tan line. Could have looked forever, but seeing that she was struggling had to move around to her front to help pull her out.

Went back to the house and both showered and got dressed for dinner. I grabbed a beer and she was having a lemonade. I mentioned how beautiful she was and asked if she was dating. She mentioned that she was not allowed to date until she was 16. I asked if she ever had a boyfriend and she said no. She said her friends had told her about boys that liked her, but between going to a catholic grade school and her parents she really hadn't had a chance. I told her that would change quickly now that she was going into high school and that I would have asked her out in a second. She giggled and said she was a bit afraid of the whole dating thing, since she had zero experience. Joking around I said I would be her boyfriend that night at dinner, so that she would be at least a little prepared. She looked at me and said that would be fun. I said "ok, but this is just betwen you and I. And don't make fun of me if I stutter, because I am not used to such a beautiful girlfriend." She punched me in the arm and said to quit teasing and I responded that I was not teasing. Molly left to grab a sweater, I ws hoping she would not put it on ver her tank top and skirt.  I grabbed another beer and a lemonade for Molly. This is where I really began to cross the line. I put extra dry lemonade mix in Molly's glass and a shot of vodka. Don't really know what I was thinking, but thought it would make things interesting. Also put another show of vodka in a zip lock bag in my pocked. I knew what I was doing was waywrong, but ever since seeing those breasts dangling I was thinking all day with the wrong head. Molly returned and I toasted the new couple. I told her I would treat her like a girlfriend and show her the things boys would try on dates. I said boys would probably try to move things along faste than her and she needed to be ready and figure out how she would respond. I repeated that this was favor to her and that it was just between us and she said of course.   We finished out "cocktails" and I grabbed her hand for the walk to the car, it felt so smooth and small.

The restaurant was very nice, with a nice table over looking the water. We sat next too each other facing the water. Molly was very talkative and relaxed, I think her first shot of alcohol had her initially flying. When she left the table to visit the rest room I snuck a secong vodka shot into her drink, and decided that was enough if not too much. When she came back I told her she would be pretty safe in a restaurant, but in a secluded table like this a boy might let his hands wander. She looked at me like "what are you talking about". I said they might put their hands on her beautiful leg and just hold it our slide there hands up and down like this and showed her with my hand just above her knee. She said "that does not seem to be too bad". I said it is not, but with her wearing a short skirt thay might try to push it a little further and slide their hands up her skirt a little and I then slid my hand a lttle under her skirt and massaged a ways up her thigh before pulling out (boy did she feel great). She said why would they do that. I could tell she was not playing dumb, so I slowly described the steps boys might take using the old baseball analogy. First base = kiss, second base = touching breasts... I used very tame language and said it was awkward to discuss but she should know what her friends are talking about and how boys think. Don't know if she bought it all. At this point dinner was over and it was time to head home.

On the drive home I mentioned that dates often consisted of a dinner and movies, and we could watch a movie at my house. Molly said she was game.  We got home and I said Molly could pick a movie. She was looking at an r rated movie and said it looked good but her parents would never let her watch it. I said go ahead, since I knew it had a few very sensuous scenes. We sat down on the couch and pulled her over to me and wrapped an arm around her shoulder and told her that is how dates often sit. I looked down at her beautiful eyes and they were glassy and she said she was feeling tired, probably the effect of the vodka. I told her to just rest her head on my shoulder and relax. After a few minutes of the movie I told her this was probably the first move many boys would take and I moved my right hand down from her shoulder to the closest breast and gave it a nice soft squeeze and started to grab a feel (they were small, but as firm as my imagition had thought). She then pushed my hand a way. I told her that was the perfect response, that with her looks boys would want to grab a feel and she would have to decide when she was ready. I asked her how it felt "good, bad...", and she said it just felt weird. So much for my ability to turn on a fourteen year old.

I then said at this point boys would often try to go for a kiss.  I asked her if she had ever kissed before and she said only relatives. I aksed her to show me and she gave me a peak on the cheek. I told her boys would want it longer on the mouth and she gave me a longer closed mouth peck on lips. I then gave her an explanation of the different types of kissing, from pecks on the hand to deep french kissing (DFK) with tongue play. I told her to save the DFK kissing for a boy she really liked, but that she should really practice before that time. I said lets try it real slowly and at least you will know what to do. She gave me a doubtful look but softly said ok, perhaps the vodka was helping me. We started lightly kissing, with her mouth open about 1/16 of an inch. I explained that was not quite it and told her to kep her lips loose and  Iwould show her. I slowly pushed her lips open with my tongu and tried to be very gentle and slow, so that she did not get spooked. I genlty kissed her top and loer lips, htey were s soft. She felt great, but there was little coming back. I then explained that she would need to kiss back more, but that it would be easier with a real boyfriend.

I told Molly there was one more of my favorite moves that boys would often try while kissing. I told her that while kissing boys would often let there hands wander, usually to feel a breast like I showed her earlier. I said that when boys did that they would often try for more that just a quick feel through a shirt. I said let me show you and I gently kissed her on the lips and touched her breasts through her short for a split second. I stopped kissing and said that was one way. I then said let me quickly show you the second and third ways. I gently kissed her and this time slid my hand quickly under her tank top and lightly touched her bra and quickly pulled out. I did not want to spook her any worse and really wanted to show her the third way. At this point I was one step beyond hard and could fel some pre cum wetness in my pants. I was so exited I was in pain. I knew I had pushed our little game as far as Molly wanted and could tell by her eyes that she was not interested in going any further, but I also knew I could not stop with a quick touch of her breasts thru a shirt at this point. I then said "ok Molly, that is about it. The last thing I will show you is the third method boys will take when trying to feel a girl up".  I started lightly kissing Molly again, but this time pushed it a little more and had her head backed uop the seat cushion.  I then quickly slid my hand up her shirt and felt her body stiffen. I knew this was my last shot, so instead of just trying to slide my hand under her bra I pushed it up over her one breast. Luckily her breasts are relatively small and the bra pushed up rather easily. I grabbed her breast between my thumb and fingers and gently massaged. At this point she tried to push my hand away but I kept enjoying the feel of her firm, but soft, breast. She tried to break our kiss off, but I kept kissing her, holding her head in place with my other hand, even as she tried to close her mouth. Perhaps I was thinking she never said no, so as long as we were kissing I had the go ahead. Her little tit felt great and I kept massaging it even as she was now trying to slide out from under me. I quickly rolled on top of her on the couch, putting my leg between her legs so that she could not slide out. I began to tweak her nipple, thinking it would get hard quick, but it took a while to get it as hard at it looked when we were washing the boat. Now my rock hard cock was resting on her thigh, and her squirming around was grinding it even through my pants. I now reached across and grabbed her other breast, it felt as great as the first. Molly was struggling to break off contact anyway she could, but 100 pounds is no match for 190 pounds, especially when that person is more sexual excited that he has ever been.

I need to taste the most beautiful breast I had ever seen, and have now touched. I slide down to kiss Molly's breasts, my waste now between her legs, pinning her down. As soon as I break the kiss, Molly starts screaminh "stop, what are you doing, no.....". I push up her shirt and look at her great little breast and start sucking on the right breast. I can get the whole breast in my mouth, and twirl my tongue around her nipple. I have to suck hard and hold her with both hands to keep contact. I am  thinking this must feel good to her, my girlfriends love this move, but the screaming reminds me that she does not enjoy it in the least. I normally could do this for a long time, but not in these conditions. I move back up and start kissing Molly again. Her mouth is closed, but I force it open with my tongue.  I am surprised I can get my tongue in her mouth and it is a lot nicer without the noise. My left hand quickly moves from the back of her head to her thigh. Molly's short skirt has ben pushed up already so it is real easy to reach the front of her panties. I start massaging her opening through the panties. Molly is trying to move away in every direction, but between my legs and arms I have her very securely positioned. Molly is not wet at all through her panties, which reminds me how far I have crossed the line and how different this is from all my previous recipricol sexual escapades. I move my index finger to one of Molly's thin long legs and slip it under her panty, I start moving around and find soft thin hair covering her mound.  It takes a little while, but I find her opening. It is not very wet either. I genly massage all around the opening, paying extra soft attention to her clit. I am thinking she must find this enjoyable, but i open my eyes and can tell by the shock and teror in her eyes that this is only feeling good to me.

For the 20th time that night I think of stopping, knowing I should, but I am now out of my mind. My hand pulls away from her warm box, but instead of stopping reaches for my zipper. I don't even thinking of stripping our clothes off, I need to be inside of Molly now! I get my zipper down quickly, but with one hand it takes a while to get my rock hard boner through my boxers. It is so hard and hot the fresh air feels good on my cock. I am almost seven inches long, but pretty thin. I remember thinking at the time that being thin was probably good for a change.  I now reach again with a few fingers under Molly's panties.I slowly massage her opening again, but this time try to slide a finger a little inside her. I finally find the exact opening and try to push my index finger in. It slides in a little, but even trying to slide in a little is really tight. I push it up and down just an inch or so and it feels like her body is being lifted up by my finger her pussy is so tight. I know move my cock near her opening, keeping my index finger in as a placeholder. When  Iam in my other fingers of the same hand are holfing my cock next to my index figer. At this pint Ibreak off the kiss, because I want to give the next move all my attention. Molly is now really screaming "No, please stop. Anything, but this..." But it is this or nothing for me.  I slowly start to pull out my finger and try to push my cock head in.  It does not go in at all. Did I slide away from the opening? I reach down and push in my finger - no, still got the right spot. Now I push my cock head hard and it goes in a little, which brings a huge scream from Molly. I am wondering if I am going to get all the way in and whether I am going to  explode before getting there. I begin to lightly push in and out slowly working the head in, to more screams from Molly. It is now firmly in and I run into the hard barrier I knew I would find. I feel real guilty at this point, but know I  can't stop. I give it a few hard pushes and break through, to an ear splitting scream from Molly. I am now most of the way in and want to be all the way in. I continue with slow but firm pistoning and make it all the way. I am surprised, her pussy is so tight it feels like my cock is sliding between hard bones. It is not the wet sloppy sliding in and out, but instead sliding a little in either direction causes a lot of friction and almost pain to my cock. I have only been inside Molly for about a minute or so, but am about to erupt. Decide to push all the way in and rest in her warm hole, so that what may be my last fuck as a free man will last a little longer. Molly is now just moaning under me.  I get all the way and think I am  going to just enjoy being inside Molly. But her pussy is alive, contracting around my cock, she is also moving underneath me, causing more friction. I think for a split second she is begin to enjoy this, but I open my eyes and she that she is in pain and is just trying to slide me out of her. I realize  I am not going to last much longer and give it a few nice long thrusts before pulling out and shooting the biggest load of my life on her stomach and chest.

It felt great as it kept shooting out and out. But immediately I look at Molly and think what  have  I done. Even crying she is beautiful and now has cum on her dark tanned stomach and bright white tits. The look in her eyes tells me I will pay for this. I had never experienced anything that felt better than the last five minutes, but I will have to tell you when I get out in twenty years if it was worth it.

To conduct her internal investigation in this matter, Mac would try to infiltrate the Wiccan membership and try to determine if the charges against its high-priest, Chief Petty Officer Merker, could be substantiated.

A female member of the Wiccan accused him of rape and the Judge Advocate General's Office was responsible to investigate the charges and prosecute if the charges could be found to have foundation.

Mac had assumed the identity of a Navy Petty Officer to infiltrate this Witches Coven and investigate the charges undercover. Meanwhile her partner, Commander Harmon Rabb, would conduct a separate investigation openly. During this undercover operation, Lieutenant Bud Roberts and his wife, Harriet, had agreed to take care of her dog Jingo and her apartment.

She had adopted a retired drug search dog some months ago, when she had proven in a court case recently that the dog could no longer function as a drug-sniffing dog. When she heard that the dog would have to be destroyed because a new owner couldn't be found, she took him into her care.

Actually, during the court case in question, its trainer had pointed out that the dog had taken an instant liking to her.

"Not too many people could have done that," he had told her. "He's real picky about people."

So it seemed that the dog had actually picked her as a new master, rather than the other way around.

She had been on the post in Gulfport for over a month now, slowly building relationships with the other witches of the Wiccan. Succinctly letting them know of her interest to learn more about it and how much she would like to be initiated into this unusual religious group.

As most people might have expected, the majority of the Wiccan members were female. But the High-Priest for the gathering was a man by the name of Jonathan Merker. He was a fairly good looking man, which made proving the charges of rape against him that much harder to prove. For despite how well educated people were in this day and age, the belief still persisted that if a man looked good, why would he ever need to rape a woman.

So Mac's mission was to get closer to the man and see if he does anything criminal to get his jollies. It took weeks before she was invited to attend one of their nightly ceremonies. The group consisted of about 20 people, mostly women, and was being conducted outside as with all witchcraft ceremonies. On this night, they were along the shore line of a river.

The group formed a circle around a raging bonfire as the High-Priest, CPO Merker, read off their incantation.

Mac was handed a robe, similar to the ones worn by the other members, and was told to strip before putting it on. Seeing that all of the others were doing just that around her, she began removing her clothing to follow suit.

Her shirt came off first, followed immediately by her bra. Her voluptuous tits bouncing freely now that they were freed from the confining undergarment.

CPO Merker took immediate notice of Mac's endowments. His eyes twinkled as he just gazed at her while she continued stripping out of her clothes. His mouth watered when she bent over to slip off her tight jeans. He couldn't believe how well developed her calves were. He could see her muscles rippling along those slender legs of hers.

'Now that's a woman,' he thought to himself. 'This one must be into fitness big time.'

Mac tried not to pay attention to the others nudity around her, and hoped that they were conducting themselves in a similar fashion.

But within a Coven of witches, nudity was a regular occurrence. Though this nudity was not to be construed as a sexual motive, they couldn't help but admire Mac's firm body as she stripped near them. Everyone there was busily checking out the new arrival to their group.

Some of the regular members were attractive though, she had to admit to herself. Despite her control, the cool night air and all the naked bodies around her got her juices worked up a bit. She could feel her nipples stiffening in her state of arousal.

Peering over to one of the girls next to her, she was gratified to notice that she wasn't the only one feeling this way. In fact, most of the participants to this Pagan ritual were showing definite signs of arousal.

Mac was fascinated by the diversity of the people around her for this Wiccan celebration. She noticed that many young people were there, this didn't surprise her in the least. They younger generation is generally the most likely to try anything new. But many of the members around her were in their late forties, there was even one couple in their late fifties.

Once everyone had donned the ceremonial gown, they reassembled in a circle around the bonfire. CPO Merker resumed his chanting, thanking Mother Earth, the water, the fire and the air around them.

All of these proceedings seemed perfectly innocent as near as Mac could tell. There was no indication of sexuality in what the High-Priest was doing.

"Have the initiates approach," he called out.

This meant herself and two others that were joining this religious following on this night. Keeping up her role as an interested party she stepped forward, standing before the High-Priest.

"On this occasion," he instructed them. "We welcome you into the fold of Mother Earth. And to show that you welcome her embrace, you must now disrobe before us."

Mac wasn't sure if she should follow through with this directive. She considered her situation for a few moments, then came to the conclusion that nothing as yet inappropriate was being asked of her. It wouldn't be like her first time baring herself publicly.

Her fiancé, Commander Brumby of the Australian Navy, had taken her bikini top off at an Australian public beach only a few months ago. That was an experience that shocked her at first, but only a few moments later she was exhilarated by it.

So, she reached up to the shoulder straps holding the ceremonial gown, and pulled them loose. The gown flowed down her naked body, showing off her athletic curves in the shimmering light of the blazing fire.

The High-Priest moved from one initiate to the other. Mac noticed that he would blow some kind of ashen dust in each of the others face. It seemed innocent enough, somewhat like a baptism.

"With this ash, I anoint you," CPO Merker would say aloud. "It is born of the Earth beneath us. The Air around us. And the fire that warms us."

When it came to Mac's turn he repeated the same sermon as with the others. When the ashen dust hit her face she found herself breathing some of it in, which was also intended. She didn't feel any different, so she assumed it to be just as it appeared to be, ash.

"You have just taken your first steps into the fold," he told Mac and the other initiates. "Over the next thirteen nights you will undergo further initiation into the Wiccan. You will find this a rebirth from the old life you thought you had. You will be reborn with the love of Mother Earth."

For the next thirty minutes she found herself dancing and prancing around the bonfire, naked. She found the whole experience liberating. There didn't seem to be any sexual misconduct from the part of the Chief, or any other of the congregation. The ceremony went well into the night. Mac and the other's didn't get back to their quarters until well past 2 AM.

When the ceremony was finally concluded, Mac and the others got dressed and returned to the Naval Base as if nothing unusual had happened.