Awaking Desires

by Jennifer O'Donnell

  My favorite, though, is us having sex on the examining table.

  I know it is wrong, but dad fills the sorrow I feel for Mason. I’m still grieving, and I offer my body to a lot of guys now, but I will never forget Mason.

  Anita didn’t even realize that her coffee had gone cold until she read the last word of the first confession. How can a young girl feel so lost and then find solace and comfort through having sex with her step dad? Anita wondered how such things could happen. She was a sucker for great sex, all right, but she would never do families except her husband.

  Are you getting aroused by improper relationships? She chastised herself, and then remembered how she did an “improper relationship” with Landon in her dreams. She was never unfaithful to James, but thinking about another man while she was sleeping with her husband was a bit closer in black than white. Anita looked at her iPhone’s screen to check the time but was surprised when Landon’s name suddenly appeared in her screen. He is calling!

  Should I answer his call at 2 AM? She debated, but the ringing went on and on. Anita took a deep breath and clicked the green answer button.

  “Hello?” she said, feigning sleepiness.

  “Hello, Anita? I am so sorry for calling at this hour. My car broke and I am a few blocks away from your home. Do you think you can lend me a spare tire? We have the same car model, right?” Landon asked. Anita noted the strain in his voice. Whatever is he doing in their neighborhood at this hour?

  “Hello, Anita? Are you still there?” he asked. Anita coughed.

  “Yes, I am here. Where exactly are you?” Anita asked. There was a pause on the other end of the line.

  “Uhm…three blocks away from your house, near a Chapel.” Landon answered. Anita knew the place.

  “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She said and then hung up. Anita went to their bedroom to wake James up, but he slept like the dead. Anita grabbed a black coat, put it on top of her lingerie, and grabbed her car key. Anita lifted the spare tire to her car’s trunk and then drove to Landon. When she reached him, she saw Landon leaning on his car.

  “Hi, thank you for coming.” Landon quickly said when he spotted Anita getting out of her car. Landon saw Anita’s flimsy lingerie peeping out from the center of her unbuttoned coat, but he didn’t make a big deal out of it. Of course, Anita would have been in bed when he called.

  “The spare tire is in the car trunk.” Anita said and then passed the key to Landon. For a millisecond, their fingers touched and somehow, Anita felt electrocuted. She bowed her head and pulled her coat together. She watched as Landon got the spare tire from the trunk, and she noted on how his muscles on his arms flexed when he pulled the spare tire out.

  “Thank you so much for this. I will replace this tire with a new one tomorrow.” Landon promised and then carried the tire to his car. Anita followed.

  “There is no need for that. I am happy to help you out.” Anita answered. Landon gave her a smile and Anita watched as the man fiddled with his tools until he had the spare tire attached to his car. Landon then carried the broken tire to his car’s trunk.

  “I’m sorry for rousing you from your sleep. If I had someone else to call to ask for help, I wouldn’t-” Landon began, but Anita cut him off.

  “I wasn’t asleep, anyway.” She confessed. Landon cocked his head.

  “What were you doing then – if you do not mind me asking.” he asked. Anita darted her eyes away.

  “I was reading.” She said. Landon nodded.

  “That must be a good book if it kept you up all night.” He said innocently. Anita, who knew what book she was reading a while ago, blushed a bright crimson.

  “Hey, are you all right?” Landon asked. Anita nodded vigorously.

  “Uhm, yeah, the cold must be getting to me. I have to get going.” Anita said. Landon understood.

  “Well, thanks again. Good night, have a good sleep, and regards to your husband.” Landon said and then went into his car and drove away. Anita was left standing on the road. Why was she even meeting a man in need at night?

  Well, he is in dire need, while you are in need of something else, her mind snapped. Anita shook her head. Dreams are okay, but meeting Landon innocently at night?

  He is innocent, but your imagination is not, a voice inside her head told her. Anita dismissed that persuasive voice and then drove home to her sleeping husband.

  “So, did you read the book that I gave you?” James asked over breakfast. Anita nearly choked.

  “Yes, but I just finished the first confession.” She replied. James noticed how uneasy Anita was. Her hands were shaking and she could not even properly hold her glass of freshly squeezed juice.

  “The book is not too vulgar for your taste, right?” he asked. Anita thought that was a little bit too late to ask that question to her. What’s not vulgar in a parent-daughter sexual relationship? She thought sarcastically to herself.

  “Not at all. The book is fine. Thank you for getting it for me.” Anita lied. James smiled.

  Anita was thinking of another thing. She felt guilty meeting with Landon, although they never did or talked about anything improper. In her mind, Anita blamed her dreams and her awakened sexuality in this rush of carnal longing in her, and she hated the fact that she was fantasizing about a man other than James.

  But you are loyal and faithful to James – you never dated or bedded anyone but him in your whole married life, her mind defended. Anita knew it was true but somehow, she still felt like she violated something.

  James and Anita went to work that day. Anita had just finished the work project that was assigned to her, so she didn’t have much to do today. She signed some reports here and there, and before 9 AM, she was already done with her workload of the day. Anita got a bit bored so she took James’ gift to her and started reading the second confession. Her guilt of seeing Landon in the dead of the night had passed, more because she convinced herself that she didn’t do anything wrong. Turning the pages, she saw that the second confession was a bit lengthy, but she scanned it and it was a lesbian relationship. Anita would have skipped it, but she was intrigued when she noticed that the second confession involved pleasure toys.

  One of her few favorite things in the world.

  Anita started reading the second confession, and she did not even feel the hours tick by as she enjoyed herself from “watching” the confession unfold.

  My name is Victoria. I am a straight woman – well, at least a few months ago. I recently tried yoga and I did not expect to question not only my body’s flexibility but also my gender preference.

  Emma is my yoga instructor. Those one-on-one sessions with her developed into a steamy episodes of lesbian sex, and if I ever thought before that lesbian sex is disgusting, then I am eating all of that garbage now. I like Emma because she is sensitive, kind, understanding, and accommodating – the traits that I never saw in a man because I never dated any. It did not take long before I committed to Emma, and it also did not take long before Uma, another female yoga instructor, discovered our hidden affair. Uma decided to invite both of us into her home, and I was ashamed to refuse.

  If only I knew what she was planning then, I would have stayed away from Uma.

  We went to Uma’s place, and there we had a few drinks and chats. Uma also gave us a tour of her house, showing her lavishly decorated living room and bedroom. After a while, I asked if I could use her washroom.

  “The small door to the left.” Uma pointed out. I went there and while I peed, I looked around and saw a transparent glass cabinet, with all weird things inside. After I wiped myself clean and flushed my pee down the toilet bowl, I took the liberty to indulge my curiosity. I opened the cabinet and saw weird leather contraptions, dildos of different colors and sizes, clamps, and chains. I took one leather strap and was surprised to see that two dildos were attached on both ends.

  “I see you’re curious about my babies.” A voice said from behind. I almost dropped the thing. I turned around and saw
Uma and Emma behind me.

  “I-I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed and put the strap-on back to the case. In my haste, the other items fell out. Dildos were scattered around my feet.

  “I-I didn’t mean to…I didn’t mean to snoop around-”

  “Shh…Victoria.” Uma cooed, hugging me. “It’s perfectly okay.” She said, stroking my back. I felt shivers while I was watching the two women. She gave me an encouraging smile.

  “In fact, why don’t we try to use my babies?” Uma suggested. I was taken aback. I might have waddled into the world of lesbian sex, but I never had sex with any man, or lesbian who used any sex toy.

  “I never had-” I began, but Uma looked at me steely.

  “I saw you and Emma at the yoga room last week and today. I like girls too, Victoria. Can I join you and Emma?” Uma said in a straightforward tone. Emma and I were shocked.

  “Yes girls, I did see you. But it wasn’t that hot since all you did was some basic hanky-panky. I’d teach you the real thing.” Uma cajoled. Emma and I did not answer.

  “As I’ve said, we can have some private lessons. I know a lot of things that would skyrocket your lesbian sex experience.” Uma said in an enticing voice, willing the two of us to fall to her invitation. In all honesty, Uma loves younger girls. She had used her sexual prowess all these years to break the virginity of young girls, and she knew that Emma and I still have our hymens intact.

  “Come on, Victoria. This is a new phase in our relationship. We can be adventurous, right?” Emma explained. I cannot decide but after Emma pushed me on, I finally agreed. Uma gathered her sex toys and brought them to her bedroom, where Emma and I were waiting.

  “Undress, girls.” Uma said as she laid her sex toys on the bed. Emma and I slowly removed our clothes, and then stood naked in front of Uma. Uma was pleased. We have beautiful bodies, and they are as perfect as she had fantasized all week.

  Uma lay down on the bed and motioned the two of us to come over.

  “Touch my breasts, Emma. Victoria, play with my pussy.” Uma instructed. I was a bit reluctant, but then we both obeyed. Emma played with Uma’s nipples, while I began to massage Uma’s moist cunt. Emma is an expert; she knew just where to pinch and press. In no time, Uma was whimpering in pleasure while we continued stroking her erogenous areas.

  “Ahh…” Uma moaned as Emma started licking her nipples. I, on the other hand, proceeded to lick Uma’s slit like a dainty gazelle lapping on the water on the riverbank. We enjoyed pleasuring Uma, who was whining like crazy with every stroke of tongue against her heightened, pleasure buttons.

  “You girls are gooood…” Uma moaned. Emma and I smiled to each other, proud that we can make Uma aroused. For Emma, in particular, pleasuring another woman aside from me was an achievement. She never had an experience with a man, and I was her first in everything sexual. Uma, meanwhile, was her second.

  “Stop, Victoria, Emma.” Uma suddenly said. We abruptly stopped at her command, and then we stood up as if waiting for direction. Uma stood up, too.

  “Both of you lie on the bed. My toys are getting jealous, so we have to let them crash the party.” Uma said. I felt nervous. For me, toys are for people with weird fetishes.

  “You’re with me.” Emma whispered to me. I took a deep breath. When with Emma, I feel safe.

  “Okay.” I agreed.

  We laid on the bed, waiting for the next move. Uma presented us with a huge strap-on, with two pink dildos on each end. Each dildo seemed to measure a whooping ten inches. I panicked. Will we use that? We are virgins! Both of us are virgins and to have our pussies stabbed by that big, artificial thing…

  “This is my favorite. It works two-way. You wear the strap-on, and you position the phalluses directly in front of your pussies. Then…” Uma paused, “fuck each other.”

  “What?!” I exclaimed. Emma held my hand.

  “Don’t you want to take my virginity from me, Victoria?” Emma asked in a slightly hurt voice.

  “B-but…” I trailed off. I realized that I am into lesbian sex, and lesbians sometimes use toys as a replacement for a man’s cock, but this is all so sudden.

  “I, I’m not yet ready…”

  “I’m here to teach you, right?” Uma intervened. Without anywhere to run to, I finally agreed to use the strap-on, which for me was so artificial and pathetic.

  “Kneel.” Uma instructed. Emma and I faced each other, kneeling as if we were in a pew in a church and praying. Uma fastened the strap-on on to us, and after the locks and buckles have been secured, Uma sat on the divan, as if she’s watching a porn show.

  It made her happy to see two innocent lesbians lose their virginity in her hands.

  “Now, both of you make sure that the cocks’ heads are directed to your slits. Once done, kiss and touch each other. When you’re ready, move against the dildo. They should then be inserted on your pussy holes.” Uma said. I felt dirty. I was about to resist and leave Uma’s house when Emma kissed me full on the lips. Emma’s lips are soft and moist, and tickling to my senses. Slowly, my inhibitions melted away.

  “Hmm…” I moaned in my throat. We continued kissing and touching, our sexual needs heightening. I groped Emma’s breasts, and Emma did the same to me. Our dainty hands squashed each other’s gigantic tits, which made Uma’s already wet pussy drip. Watching us makes Uma’s skin tickle, her nipples harden, and her vagina quiver in lust. Uma was already a master in lesbian sex; she had cracked more pussies and asses than she could count.

  “Fuck each other now!” Uma called out, her manicured hands inching to her pussy.

  “Emma…” I murmured, my eyes dilated with arousal.

  “Victoria…” Emma whispered, letting me know that she fears no more.

  In one stroke, Victoria and I pushed against each other, and the dildos penetrated our pussies in one, swift stroke.

  “Ahh!!!” Both of us cried in pain, our hymens ripping apart. Tears rolled down my cheeks, while Emma’s eyes watered in pain. We remained still for long seconds, letting the pain subside.

  “Victoria…let me know when the pain is over.” Emma whispered. I nodded. Emma has always been the stronger between us two, and I am the baby.

  “Girls…move.” Uma called out when she thought that the two women were stalling way too much already. Emma kissed me in the lips to soothe me, and together we started moving against the painful mark of losing our virginity.

  “Ohh Emma!” I moaned in Emma’s lips. Emma groped my gigantic boobs while we fucked each other using the dildos. As the toys went in and out, drops of blood stained the white bed sheet – a proof that our virginity flew out of the window. Uma couldn’t be happier.

  “Harder, girls!” she called out, while three of her fingers were already inside her pussy, stimulating her g-spot. She was whining in pleasure while watching Emma and I fuck.

  “I-I…I’m going to…”

  “Yes, Victoria. Come with me!” Emma said and then we both exploded into nerve-wracking orgasms, the dildos going in and out as our vaginal muscles quivered like a fish out of the water.

  “Oohh god!” We both exclaimed as tremors of orgasms shook our bodies. Once the orgasmic sensation subsided, we removed the strap-on with shaky hands and then collapsed on the bed, blood and white liquid pouring out of our pussies. The dildos also had blood on them.

  “Good job, good job!” Uma applauded. She then went to us and instructed us to do the dog style position.

  “Why?” I asked as we kneeled and then held tight on the headboard. Uma smiled.

  “Since your sweet pussies are already cracked, let me crack the other hole you both have.” Uma said in a victorious voice. I panicked.

  “You mean…our asses?!” I exclaimed, and when I was about to get off the bed, Uma held me firmly in place.

  “It will be pleasurable, I promise.” Uma cajoled. I was silent and waiting, while Emma thought for a moment. Either way, she can’t leave me to do this alone.

  “Okay.” Emma agreed.

/>   Uma then got two separate dildos, and then lathered generous amount of lubricants on them. I was nervous. I closed my eyes and held on to the headboard for strength.

  “This will feel very good…after the pain.” Uma said and without further ado, she shoved the dildos on both our asses at the same time.

  “NOOOO!!!” Emma and I both screamed in pain. Uma’s lips curved to a smile as she moved the dildos in and out of our ass holes. I groaned and cried, while Emma bit her lip to stop herself from shouting. Uma used the dildo to crack our asses until blood and filthy juices poured out. Uma was so aroused, while Emma and I battled the pain until it was replaced by pleasure. My pussy was still sore, and my ass was painful, but the pleasure started to seep into me and in no time, both of us were already moving against the dildos.

  “U-Uma…please…” I begged, holding on to the headboard while her other hand went to Emma’s shaking boob.

  “Please what?” Uma asked.

  “Let us do this to you.” I pleaded. Uma loved the idea. Withdrawing the filthy dildos from our cracked asses, Uma also kneeled and held on to the headboard while Emma and I got off the bed.

  “Don’t use any of my babies; use your fucking hands on my ass!” Uma commanded. Emma and I lubricated our hands and then massaged the outer part of Uma’s ass hole. Her ass cheeks quivered in anticipation.

  “Let’s do this!” Emma said to me. Emma then inserted not one, not two, not three fingers, but her whole fist into Uma’s ass. Uma howled in pleasure. It seems that her ass was so used to being penetrated with huge things that a whole fist fits into her hole.

  I in the meanwhile, licked Uma’s ass hole. It almost drove Uma to the brink.

  “Oh fuck it feels so good! Do it, do it! You bitches! Lick my ass off!” Uma yelled. Only deaf neighbors wouldn’t be able to hear her frenzied pleas.

  “Yes, Uma.” I answered and then used my tongue to pleasure Uma’s ass. Filthy juices dripped, and Emma was there to clean it off. I couldn’t believe that a naïve girl like me had participated in this dark, filthy lesbian fantasy of Uma when just a few weeks ago, I am as innocent as a clean slate.