I
ON HAVING A FAMILY
I'm Angela, a twenty-nine-year-old college professor with something to confess. I have witnessed a grace and an openness on the part of a seasoned married couple that I envy and would emulate. Granted, my dear step-brother Bill and I each developed a strong physical attraction to both Herb and Lianne; additionally, gaining their friendship has provided the impetus for me to walk forth from the shadow of my secrets. Like them I want to be naked in the sunlight and be proud.
Since I was young I have been traversing a high wire with ardent sexuality on one side and nymphomania on the other. It was my classmate Gabriela who taught me to masturbate. We would do it together. In high school I developed a crush on her older brother Carlos. We fooled around a lot and were starting to become serious when, the August before senior year, my mother and I moved to another state.
The heart-breaking separation from my close friends had been in the works since Christmas as Mommie was marrying Jim Faxon, and they wanted to be in their new home when I started country day school as a twelfth grader. For Mom it was sort of a homecoming as she had grown up in our new locale, but for me it was kind of scary--going into a new school and all. One pleasant surprise was how nice Jim's son Bill turned out to be. Only a year younger than I, he was really sweet in showing me around the new place and answering all my questions.
The knife-edge of lust was on me in those days; and I masturbated every night, reliving the feel of Carlos’ embrace. However, swimming with Bill at my Aunt Louise's pool, I began to notice things about my cute step-brother besides his blond gangling height and clear blue eyes. His legs were beautifully shaped, and through silken tank trunks I divined a cord of lengthy cock and dynamite buns that could give a girl the fuck of her dreams. Could he, I mused, be induced to do some of the nice things that Carlos and I had wanted to do? And in those early months my campaign to find out began with careless exposure of my grown breasts, which by that time were the size of large navel oranges. I knew Bill was noticing.
A second phase, our regularly kissing goodnight, was interrupted by the major catastrophe of our young lives. Our newly wed parents were killed in a van accident in Europe. The accident occurred on the delayed honeymoon that Jim and Mommie had been so looking forward to.
There was a flurry of legalities in which Bill and I were the chief problems. We met Jim’s old friend “Uncle“ Herman, a single guy going steady with Scotch whiskey, who was delegated as Bill’s guardian. Mommie's younger sister Louise became my guardian until I would become twenty-one, and I would live with her at the ritzy estate she shared with her fifty-something husband, an investment banker who did a lot of traveling. This permitted me to finish country day and start college with a home to go to. The other awful development was separation from Bill, whose “Uncle” Herman had no choice but to have him salted away in a boarding school, against our weepy protestations. The only compromise was that he could spend vacations with us.
Auntie got club privileges for me with tennis lessons and laid an expensive school wardrobe on me. Still, she didn't exactly "mother" me--we were more like sisters, and we were sometimes mistaken as such for our blond hair and similar physical attributes. She was thirty-two at the time without children and claimed she adored my company. Before her marriage to Ogden she'd worked for Playboy Enterprises. Now she busied herself directing the gardener, attending luncheons with her golf and tennis friends, and swimming. When the somewhat secluded pool opened in spring, I discovered that Auntie was devoted to sunning and swimming in the nude. I was pleased to join her when I could: it's great for a girl to open herself to the gently moving water and the sun's rays. And there was the additional thrill of knowing that Ralph, the young gardener, or Dixon, the handsome black chauffeur, was nearby and sometimes at work with us in view.
My girl breasts were still growing: they seemed longer and heavier. With the coming of the warmer weather, I had graduated to the grapefruit league! Auntie had noticed as well and complimented me on their beauty, remarking that my boyfriends must enjoy them. I thanked her and admitted that, although they had attracted some nice attention, I had not been sexually active. Her reaction was an ongoing seminar on sex and the single girl. During the ensuing month I went on the pill, prescribed by her gynecologist, and she fielded my questions with enthusiasm about men and the joys of sexual intercourse.
Before long the course waxed practical. My confession that I had masturbated since age fourteen pleased her enough to bring an eight-inch ivory-colored vibrator to my bedroom one night and to help me use it. She said it was like a man’s penis—but cool! She thought I did remarkably well with it, saying and that I should let her know when I'd like a real one. Of course, nights with my new toy, it was wonderful to imagine fucking Bill with such a realistic surrogate. But then I wanted the hot one more than ever, and before two weeks had passed, I told Auntie that she had made me very sexy and that, if she thought I was ready, I would love to do it with a guy. But who?
She smiled and kissed me; then, clearing her throat, she declared, "I think Ralph would make a good first partner for you, Angela. He's nineteen and knows how to handle a woman. But what might be helpful before that, if it would appeal to you, is to observe Dixon and me. We'll be in the guest bedroom tomorrow morning at ten. Had you guessed at the range of Ralph's and Dixon's duties?"
"Do you mean you have sex with them?"
"Yes, dear, they are very important to Ogden and me." Talk about thunderbolts ... a flush kindled my circulatory system. Through assorted colored images I breathed audibly, "Oh, Auntie ... you've shared so much with me! Are you sure you'd want me to watch? Wouldn't Dixon mind?"
"What's a guardian for? Don't answer that! Seriously, I think it would be very nice, and Dixon has agreed already. He loves your big tits!"
I stayed awake half the night fingering my nipples and teasing my clit while imagining Dixon and Aunt Louise as lovers. The recommendation of Ralph as "dildo number two" was okay: I had flirted with him and liked his whimsy. But I kept seeing Auntie--nude but for boots, spurs, and riding whip--coaching and goading the neophytes to orgiastic heights. I was confident that we could do just fine by ourselves. The practicum with the older lovers, nevertheless, was somehow very exciting. I think it was the news that Dixon had admired my bare breasts that made me want to be with them. Perhaps I could prove my readiness for a black master once my apprenticeship was served. My crush on Dixon grew during the night; I hoped he would like my pussy too.
II AN AFRICAN HOLIDAY
At 10 a.m. of a weekday in late July, when the guest room door opened, I was breathless with excitement. Auntie did most of the talking while Dixon merely smiled in his happy servitude. She explained that they wanted my date with Ralph to go well and felt that joining them in foreplay that morning would be ideal preparation. "Of course, we ourselves will find your company stimulating to our sex," she added softly.
Dixon nodded, smiling, and took my hand, saying, "Your aunt speaks truly, Angela. Learning is fun. Won't you join us?"
I smiled and squeezed the long, strong fingers. "Okay."
"Let's start with a shower," Aunt Louise directed. Undressing slowly, Dixon and I found our eyes locked on each other, each brimming with desire to see and pleasure at showing. From the touch of gray at the temples, I guessed that Dixon was in his forties. His color was a warm brown--certainly darker than Carlos. Bare to the waist, his great shoulders and arms rippled with muscle as he undid his belt. And then we were both naked. His genitals were beyond my dreams: his balls, tight and high in the black leather pouch, made the great black cock seem extra big—so much fatter than I had imagined. Standing there for me, smiling, he fingered the plump purple spearhead and pulled his semi-hard out to its full length and let it fall.
