During the last few months I have lived a life that fluctuated between exquisite pleasure and severe psychological pain. Now that I have finally removed myself from the scene of that experience, I must, so that society understands, tell the entire story. It is a story that is not unique, but it is fare enough to prove both interesting and educational.
My story begins the day my brother and I celebrated our eighteenth birthdays. My name is Lana Morris. Lonnie, my brother, is my twin. We were products of a middle class suburban upbringing that seemed normal in almost every respect. The only major problem was our mother.
The day of our birthday marked the fifth year my mother had confined herself to her room. She was constantly complaining of some illness that an unaccountable number of doctors were unable to successfully diagnose. My father, who was as patient as Job, said that although her pains and illnesses were probably psychological they were still very real to her, and therefore, needed the same respect that was due someone who was physically sick. This was not difficult to do, since our only contact with Mother was a daily goodnight kiss.
Daddy took up the responsibility of being both parents to my brother and me. He was a wonderful, jovial man, who went out of his way to bring sunshine into everyone's life. Single-handedly, he took care of Mother, and still managed to make a better than average living as a producer for a major television station. At thirty-seven years old, he was still the most handsome man I had ever met, and through a vigorous exercise routine, managed to remain in excellent physical condition. I was beginning to realize he was a very sexy man.
We began the night of our birthday together, just Lonnie, Daddy, and myself. Instead of inviting our friends to a large party, we decided to wait until summer when we could use the pool and our large backyard. Daddy brought home a bottle of champagne, and for the first time, we were given permission to partake of an alcoholic beverage.
After dinner, we were about ready to pull the cork on a bottle of champagne when the telephone rang. There was an emergency at the television station, and Daddy was needed to handle the bruised ego of an important talk-show star. We could tell that he was genuinely unhappy about being taken from such a momentous family gathering. He promised that he would make it up to us, and told us to start on the champagne without him.
My brother and I were disappointed, but we knew that nothing could be done. Left alone, we began to drink the sweet, bubbly wine. This was a new experience for us, and it made us feel very adult.
Both Lonnie and I were pretty naive about life. It seemed that our teenage years were geared toward preparing us for college. Our friends, likewise, were pursuing the same goals, so therefore our education and life experience was, for the most part, rooted in academics. We, of course, knew that drinking, boy-girl relationships, and sex existed, but our knowledge of these things did not go much further than that.
So now that my brother and I were both feeling the effects of alcohol for the first time, it did not seem strange that Lonnie would bring up the topic of sex during our wide ranging conversation. We were very close, as twins usually are, and were very rarely embarrassed by our bodies or their functions. But this was the first time either of us had ever discussed the subject of sex.
"Lana," Lonnie began, "do you think I'm sexy?"
"I think you're good-looking, if that's what you mean. After all, you are my twin, and I think that I'm not too bad to look at," I replied humorously.
"That's not exactly what I meant," he said. "It is very difficult to explain."
"Oh, Lonnie, you explain things very well. Try," I urged.
"I was at the bookstore today, and this girl I had never seen before came up to me and started a conversation. During our talk she told me that she found me very sexy, and wanted to take me home and chain me to her bed. I didn't know what she was talking about, but just the fact that she was talking to me about sex had a very strange effect on my body. Later, after she left, I realized I wanted to go home with her to find out what she had in mind. Does this make sense to you?" he asked.
"Yes, in a way, I guess. I know that I have awakened in the night after certain dreams and experienced strange sensations in my body. But I never gave them much thought. I think the dreams might have been about sex, but I'm not sure," I answered.
"Wow, that's right! I wake up almost every morning with a strange feeling. As a matter of fact, there have been some physical changes as well," my brother blurted.
"What do you mean by physical changes?" I asked, becoming more interested than I thought was proper.
Lonnie also realized, I think, that we were headed into new and mysterious directions. He was blushing and taking his time before answering. I had never seen my brother at a loss for words before.
"Do you remember when we used to take baths together?" he finally asked, but continued before I could respond. "Well, you remember how small my penis was, right?"
I nodded my head yes.
"On those mornings I was talking about, it would swell to a size of seven inches. I measured it because it was so difficult to believe," Lonnie said, not able to look at me.
"What did you do about it?" I asked.
"Nothing, really. In a few minutes, I forgot all about it, and it returned to normal size. But when it was swollen, it was very, very sensitive," he stated.
"Wow!" was all I could say. The feelings that I had occasionally felt after those certain dreams, were returning. I really didn't want the conversation to continue any longer. I think I was more bothered by my own ignorance than by anything that was being said.
The only information that I had received about my body was when my mother explained to me what had to be done when I started my period. She didn't tell me why I was going to have a period, only that I was going to have one each month, what to expect, and how to take care of it. She also strongly ordered me not to touch my private organs for any reason other than was necessary for personal hygiene.
The school district that we belonged to had voted down the introduction of sex education in the classroom. This being the case, the only way I cold learn about sex was through my friends or family. And, I doubted that my friends knew very much more than I did about the subject.
As far as my family was concerned, the prospects of finding answers, again, seemed slim. I couldn't ask my mother. We really hadn't said anything to each other for years. The only words were the "goodnights" said at the end of each day. She didn't know anything about me, and it would have been almost impossible to raise such a sensitive subject. To ask my father was totally out of the question. Knowing how he was, I would never put him through what was sure to be an embarrassing situation. And Lonnie, surely, was in the same ignorant boat I was.
So, on the night of our first conversation about sex, I suggested that we ask around for some literature that explained the sexual weakening of our bodies. He readily agreed, and promised that the next evening he would have the material we needed. Both of us were surprised when the events that took place later that night would make my suggestion almost unnecessary.
It was well after midnight when Lonnie came into my room and woke me from a sound, champagne aided sleep.
"Daddy brought home that talk-show lady, and she's down in the game room. She is really something. Do you want to see her?" Lonnie asked, totally out of breath.
I followed my brother downstairs. When we reached the entrance to the room where my father and the lady were, we stopped. The hallway was dark, and we could see into the room without being seen.
The lady was obviously drunk and in a very agitated state. Daddy was trying to calm her down, but he did not appear to be making much progress. I had to agree with my brother that she was something else. She was wearing a slinky strapless gown, and her hair was completely disheveled. The lady, whose name was Mai Widner, was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Even with her makeup thoroughly mussed, and her long blonde tresses flying everywhere, it was easy to see how striking she was.
It took my father a few minutes of comforting her before she relaxed, encircled in my father's arms. They were standing in the middle of the room and she was crying on Daddy's shoulder. The only sound coming from the room was her soft, little girl sobbing that escaped from her womanly body.
It was quite a while before anything began to happen, but when it did begin, events moved swiftly. First they started to dance to some imaginary music. It was not dancing really, but a swaying back and forth. Their hips were moving, but their feet remained motionless, anchored to the floor. Both Lonnie and I gasped when Mai turned her head to my father, and he kissed her tenderly on the lips. The kiss lasted for a long time until my father took her face into his hands and licked the tears from her cheeks.
Mai took this moment to break slightly from the embrace, and undo the buttons on Daddy's shirt. He did not resist. Instead, he pushed the top of her gown down until it was bunched around her waist. Her voluptuous breasts were now exposed to Daddy and our own unseen eyes.
Lonnie and I looked at each other, and saw the expression of disbelief that was registered on each other's face. We both wanted to discuss the situation, but fortunately realized that our voices would carry, discontinuing our private show. Even though our sexual education was severely limited, we both knew that the scene we were secretly watching was definitely sexual in nature.
When we turned back to observe the participants, we saw that my fathers shirt had been removed, and was lying crumpled on the floor. In the meantime, Mai's fingers were busily attacking his belt buckle and the zipper of his pants. Quickly, the pants were puddled around his ankles, leaving him clothed in only his boxer shorts. I had often seen my father wearing only his underwear, but I had never seen the huge bulge that was now outlined within the cotton material. This had to be the penile erection my brother had been talking about earlier.
During this time, Daddy had remained active. At first he caressed Mai's breasts, concentrating on the swollen nipples. Each breast received equal attention. Soon, he brought his mouth to her bosoms, and lavished loud kisses on every square inch of those splendid treasures. When he reached the nipples, he sucked them deep into his mouth and drew on them, very much like a baby sucking at a bottle.
Mai was moaning with, what I believed to be, pleasure. The effects of Daddy's mouth on her breasts seemed to have relegated her to a weakened state. She was using his shoulder for support, but at the same time, still furiously rubbed at the bulge in his shorts.
I was also feeling the effects of the scene being played out before me. The sensations, that had only been felt before while dreaming, were presently being experienced while I was totally awake. And they were much more intense than ever before. It was almost as if electrical charges were being shot from my breasts to my groin, heating up the area between my legs until my insides felt filled with hot liquid. There was an itch on my private parts that was demanding to be scratched. The feeling was not unpleasurable.
My brother, too, was showing signs that he was reacting to the show. His breathing had increased, his face was highly flushed, and his tongue was constantly moistening his dry lips. But the real physical proof of his excited condition was the large bulge that seemed to have grown from between his legs.
We were both dressed in our nightclothes. He was wearing flimsy cotton pajamas, while I was wearing a long nylon nighty over my underpants. Since I was crouched at Lonnie's side for comfort, I was on the same level as his straining penis. I studied it closely, this being the first time I had had the opportunity to be this near to this phenomenon of the male anatomy. I knew that somehow it was supposed to fit into the cavern between my legs, but at this time, I had no idea how. The only outward sign of my own response to what was going on was my swollen inflamed nipples trying to push their way through the thin material of my gown. I am sure that Lonnie also noticed them.
Mai and Daddy were now sitting on the couch, totally naked. He was stroking the hairy triangle between her legs, while she was giving her full attention to the large, mushroom headed stalk that protruded from his groin. Her hands were exploring the entire area, sometimes concentrating on the wrinkled, heavy-looking sac beneath his penis, and at other times, caressing the full length of the elongated organ.
Daddy began pushing a finger into the hot pink flesh of Mai's center. He did this very slowly until his finger was completely buried. Only then did he withdraw it, bringing it nearly all the way out before plunging it back in. He continued this, steadily increasing the rhythm. His other hand was tenderly caressing the top part of her widely spread slit, the action causing an involuntary bucking of her hips.
Mai's moans became louder and more passionate. Her body taking on a flushed glow, her eyes clenched tightly. She released my father's penis, and pulled his face close to hers, finding his lips with her own.
Daddy was now driving three fingers into her moist opening, less gently rubbing the place above the hole.
"Oh, shit, don't stop! I love it! I need it! I need it so bad, baby. I'm going to come all over your beautiful cunt-fucking fingers!" Those were the first words she spoke since falling into my father's arms.
I had no idea what she meant by coming, but I knew it was something this woman greatly desired. Her body began convulsing out of control, and Daddy was having trouble keeping his fingers on target. The convulsions built to one final body wrenching spasm, before she relaxed into, what appeared to be, unconsciousness. It was a good thing that my mother was two floors removed from the action, or she would have surely heard the ear splitting scream that accompanied the woman's orgasm.
Just watching was enough to rob me of much needed oxygen. My knees were too weak to support my body, and I was forced to sit down. It was then that I noticed the crotch of my panties was soaking wet. I knew I had not urinated, and was mystified by the cause. It was only when I focused on Mai's puffy sex organ that I observed that she, too, was secreting a glistening fluid. At that time I figured correctly that it had something to do with increased sexual excitement. There was no way I was going to let it worry me while my curiosity was heightened by the spectacle taking place in front of my eyes.
Mai appeared to have recovered, and was again touching Daddy's body. He allowed her to touch his penis, enjoying the pleasurable sensations. When he seemed to have had enough, he motioned for her to sit facing him on his lap. Instead of sitting on him, though, she placed her knees on the couch astride his hips, and began lowering her crotch toward his awaiting erection.
For the first time, Lonnie's and my view was obstructed. The woman's back was facing us. From the actions of the couple, it looked like Daddy was rubbing the head of his penis up and down the length of her intimate organ. It was only when she leaned her body forward on his chest that the view of what was happening between their legs improved.
Mai reached down the plane of her body, and with one hand took hold of my father's sizable penis and guided it to the place where he had earlier impaled his fingers. Once she was satisfied that they were perfectly lined up, she continued to lower her hips. The sight of Daddy's penis being slowly swallowed by the woman's body was the most dramatic event I had ever witnessed.
More quickly than I would have liked, Daddy's sex organ had totally disappeared inside of Mai. For a while there was no movement, at all. They seemed to be caught up in the feeling of each other's body. I turned toward my brother and hooked his attention. The smiles that we gave one another were tempered by our own private emotions. It was only when my glance wandered down toward his erect penis that he became aware of his own condition. Knowing that he did not want to leave his front row seat to hide from me the evidence of his own response, he just gave me an embarrassed look and shrugged his shoulders. I know that if my own reaction was not hidden from view, I, too, would not have left.
Movement in the den turned our attention back to Daddy and Mai. Her hips were slowly rising and falling, allowing my father's angry-looking penis to appear and disappear into her sex. When it was visible, it gleamed, coated by her abundant womanly fluids. Both of the participants were beginning to breath very hard, and the speed of their action steadily increased.
"Oh, Mai, you feel so good! From the first time I set eyes on you, I knew I needed to have you. You're the most beautiful fuck I have ever had, and I'm going to fill your body to the brim with my fuck cream! Fuck me with your hot, cock sucking cunt! Fuck me!" he demanded. It was the first time I had ever heard Daddy use those kinds of words. I had to admit that I liked the way they sounded.
"Oh, yes, Bob!" Mai cooed. "Your big fat cock is splitting me wonderfully! If I didn't have you locked in my hot little pussy, I'd suck you deep into my mouth! I'm going to empty those heavy balls of yours with the best fuck you ever had! Give it to me, baby!"
"Oh, fuck, yes!" was all Daddy seemed capable of saying.
The speed of their fucking was mounting to the height of frenzy. As Mai was lowering her hips, my father thrusted himself up, their bodies slapping together in passion. It was amazing to me that their velocity was ever-increasing. It was almost as if they were matching their rhythm to the unheard sound of a record being played faster and faster.
With one final, violent, ramming motion, Daddy imbedded himself deep inside the convulsing woman, and held her tight against his chest. His hips were spasmodically jerking, but his penis remained invisible to our eyes. Both bodies shuddered one last time, and then relaxed, seemingly drained by their efforts. The only leftover evidence of their actions was the thick cream that oozed from the woman's hole, and mingled with her own juices like pearl drops in the tangled hair between her legs.
Lonnie tapped me on the shoulder, and motioned that we should rapidly depart. We had seen enough for one night, and did not want to be caught spying on our father's private life. We silently walked back to our rooms on very unstable legs.
"We have to talk tomorrow about what we just saw," Lonnie whispered as we reached the door of my room.
"I guess we don't need those books after all. But you better get them just in case," I giggled, taking one last look at my brother's still-distended penis.
"Goodnight, Lana," he said before, entering his own room.
"Goodnight," I repeated, entering my own.