On the Road to Paradise, pt 2

A young family’s trip to Disney World takes a horny turn after a scary, overnight, Florida summer storm.

Part 2
(self-discovery/masturbation/voyeurism, group (brief), f/mmmmm/voyeurism, F/M/oral)

Finally on the road, Dave’s family quietly, privately ponder life events, recent and long ago...

>> Let me go," I said. I became frighteningly aware of the group of currently unattached boys who had earlier been looking on at the rest of the orgy. They were now looking hungrily at me, just like this first boy. One of them was unashamedly rubbing his erection through his pants. There's no way I can be sure my intuition was correct, but looking at the boy who held me and at the boys who looked at me so lustfully, alarm bells went off in my head to tell me that if I didn't get out of this situation soon, I was going to be in for some BIG trouble!

"Come on, baby. You're so hot. I'M so hot. Just gimme . . ."

"Let me GO!" I screamed the last word. I jerked myself away from him. He got a sort of angry look on his face and took a step toward me. Then, seemingly out of nowhere my sister stepped in.

Mel was wearing a pair of pink panties and light blue socks. That's it. "Robby, what seems to be the problem, here?" As "Robby" stumbled for words and stared at her chest, Mel turned to me with that sister-in-charge look. "You run upstairs. I can handle them."

"Them?" I thought to myself. "THEM?!" There were five boys there. I knew that, as a gymnast, Mel was strong for her size, but what could she do about FIVE teenage boys?! So I ran up the stairs and turned the corner to my room. Then I stopped and sneaked back to the stairway to watch. The four other boys had crept closer to ogle Mel's boobs. The one who had been rubbing himself through his pants now had his hand inside his fly. The music was loud enough that I could only hear bits of what Mel said to Robby and the boys. "With all these willing people here, why pick on my baby sister?"

Robby replied, "Everybody else seemed occupied, and your sister's almost as hot as you."

"But she's just a kid. You wouldn't like her." Mel made me mad. I may not have liked the way Robby introduced himself to me, but he WAS a boy! "There's things she doesn't even know yet."

"Like what?" Robby asked.

Mel's answer, still, even to this day, completely blew my mind. She looked over to the boy rubbing himself with his hand in his fly, and then reached over to his busy hand. She pulled his hand free and reached her own into his fly. When she pulled her hand out again she had in her grip the boy's very hard penis! She slowly bent her knees and lowered them to the floor, and then slowly sucked the boy's penis completely into her mouth!<<

This is a work of pure fiction. Any similarity to actual persons or events is strictly coincidental.

On the Road to Paradise
By Eric Shon

Part 2

BEN

I wanted to go to Disney World when I was a little kid, but now it's just too gay for a guy like me to go there. Besides, I have to spend most of the time with my stuck-up sister. She hates me, and I hate her. She has cute friends, though, but they all hate me too. Once in a while she has one or two of them over, sometimes overnight, but all they do is talk about boys like they've screwed all of them. I bet none of them has ever done it. Some times, when I sneak to Corinne's door and listen to them talk about sex, I picture myself with one of them, and doing the things they talk about. Pretty soon I have to go back to my room and get out one of my old socks so I can jerk off. I use the sock to catch the white sperm that shoots out.

I've only been doing that for about a year, now. The first time I didn't even do it. All I remember is The Dream. I was in class with Mrs. Floyd, my fourth grade teacher. I wasn't IN fourth grade, but for some reason I was back in her classroom. I had this huge crush on her from fourth grade until I finished fifth and went to middle school. Anyway, she was sitting at her desk like she usually did, wearing one of her pretty dresses like she usually did. Only when she turned to look at me she spread her legs. Suddenly I was on my back and she was on top of me, and we were naked. I remember that at the same time I didn't know what she was doing, but something inside me knew. Next thing I knew, I could feel Mrs. Floyd lowering her pussy onto my dick. At least that's what I THINK it was. After all, I've never screwed any girls before, so I don't really know what that feels like. But in the dream it was so real, and it felt so AWESOME! Almost before it started I got this weird feeling in my stomach and I felt like I was peeing in my pajamas, or peeing inside Mrs. Floyd, but I wasn't peeing. It was something else, something that felt WAY more better than peeing. But, like peeing in my pajamas, I felt like I really shouldn't be doing it. Something was wrong!
And then I woke up.

I WAS peeing in my pajamas. Or was I? SOMETHING was going on down there! I reached down and felt that my dick was hard again, only this time I felt something really wet and sticky all over the inside of my pajamas and on my dick. I pulled my hand out only to get a whiff of something really sweet-smelling. It felt gross and sticky on my hand. With my other hand I turned on the light to see what was going on. I wiped my hand on my pajama pants and then pulled them down to my knees. I couldn't really see anything, just that my pajamas were wet from something. My dick was stiff, and there was some milky fluid oozing out from the tip. My dick was still twitching like crazy, and then something that felt like a bubble moved through it, and a big drop of the milky fluid oozed out.

I almost started crying. Something was wrong with me. I just knew it! I thought I was sick or going to die of some bizarre disease. As the fluid oozed out and started to run down my dick, I grabbed my dick and squeezed it to make sure no more stuff came out. That's when it all changed. When I grabbed it, my hips, all by themselves, jerked forward. Instead of some painful, weird disease, it actually felt good to squeeze my dick like this. Then I remembered the dream about Mrs. Floyd. I didn't know how, but it all seemed to make sense. I remembered how I used to lay in bed at night and think about Mrs. Floyd and her long legs. I never made the connection between thinking about her and the fact that my dick would get hard every time, but now I understood. I never knew anything about why my dick got hard, and I never knew what, if anything, to do about it.

The next night I went to bed and right away I started thinking about Mrs. Floyd and The Dream. I relived the part in the dream where she spread her legs, and sure enough, my dick got hard and stiff. I reached down and started squeezing it in the way that had felt so good the night before. It felt good, but it didn't seem to be doing much. Then I remembered the feeling in The Dream as my dick went inside Mrs. Floyd. So I made a fist and put the heel of my hand and the little finger against the tip of my dick, and then pushed down as if it were Mrs. Floyd's pussy, all the while replaying The Dream in my head. I opened my fist slightly and broke out into goose bumps as my dick slid through my fist all the way until my fist pressed against me at the bottom of my dick.

That felt so good that I tried it again. Then again. And again. Then faster, and faster, and faster, and before I even knew it was happening, my balls felt like they got sucked up inside my body, and my dick started pulsing and feeling even better than my hand made it feel. And then, BLAMMO! String after string of the same milky fluid that I saw oozing out the night before came shooting out of my dick and flying through the air! It felt so awesome that I started making grunting sounds from my mouth. I didn't want it to stop, but finally it did.

In the next few days I started paying closer attention to what the guys at school talked about. Before long I heard Davy Pollack telling Mike Palladini and a couple of other guys about wet dreams. He described them as "just like jerking off, only your body does it for you with a sex dream and makes your sperm shoot out." Of course! That was it! Then I realized that what I had been doing every night since The Dream was jerking off. Until then, it was only what we joked about perverts doing, and all of my friends denied ever doing it. Jerking off. I was disturbed by the thought that, by jerking off, I was a pervert. I'm no pervert. It's not possible. But whatever I am, at this point I don't think I could stop doing it. So I guess I'll have to live with being a pervert.

Before long I tired of getting the sperm all over my sheets or all over my chest and belly, so I started using dirty underwear and socks from the hamper. Now it's quick and clean, and I just toss it back in the hamper.

I usually do it in my room, but one time I did it right in the hallway. It wasn't when Corinne had her friends over, though. I'm kind of embarrassed to say that it was because of Corinne herself. I know I hate her and all, but I can't deny that she has a hot body. Usually her bitchy attitude is able to make me not care, but every once in a while, like when she's ignoring me, I can get a good look at her. Sometimes at night when she's getting ready for bed she'll wear one of those nighties, and if she stands or walks in front of a light in just the right way, I can see her titties outlined perfectly through the nightie. One time when she was watching TV in her nightie, I looked over at her just as she was scooting to the edge of the couch to get up. Her nightie slid up just far enough so that, as she got up I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties! It was all real fast, and all I saw was a bunch of hair. All the same, it got me kind of excited and I had to go to bed a little early.

But the time in the hallway was one in a million! It was a Saturday, and it had rained in the morning. Mom took me to Soccer, and after the game she needed to go to the grocery store. I was all wet and muddy from the game, so she dropped me off at home.

When I got in the front door I stripped to my underwear, like my mom had told me to do, so I wouldn't track any mud through the house. I put all the clothes in the laundry room and headed upstairs to take a shower. At the top of the stairs I heard what sounded like somebody moaning or crying or something, and it sounded like it was coming from my parents' room. I walked down the hallway and saw that the door was closed. I walked up to it and looked in through the crack. Mom and Dad's door never closes all the way. Daddy says, "It's because of your mother's shoe jungle," or whatever. So I looked in. What I saw was the most amazing thing I've ever seen in my life!

There was my sister, Corinne, standing in the middle of the room. She was wearing what looked like bikini panties and nothing else! Her hot tits were out in the open and the little nipples were sticking out like buttons! Just as I had gotten to the door she was running her hands down her body, but then she turned around and pulled her panties down! I had seen her in a bikini before and thought she had a hot body, but I never saw her in this kind of a bikini before! This was the kind that covered nothing on the butt except the crack, and it was incredible! I always thought she had a pretty nice ass, but the way the bikini panties fit her made her ass look impossibly hot, and now she was uncovering it before my very eyes! With her back to the door -- and to me -- she slid those panties down ever so slowly and revealed yet another surprise. Where I expected to see her hairy pussy like I had seen that time when her nightie rode up her legs, all I saw was skin! She SHAVED it! Vaguely, somewhere a few miles down my own body from my brain, I could feel my dick contorting and growing in its confined place. Then, when her panties were down around her ankles she slid her hands slowly up the backs of her legs and, I swear to god, she tickled her pussy with her fingers! It must have felt good, too, because she made a weird noise with her voice and she sorta wobbled on her feet.

Then she climbed onto the bed. She rolled over onto her back and pulled her knees up to her chest giving me a shot like I've only seen in those dirty magazines that Davy Pollack steals from his dad's closet. I was so mesmerized by the view of Corinne's hot body laid out on Mom and Dad's bed, her knees up and her pussy shiny, bald and wet, that I never even saw her grab the dick! Somehow she got a hold of a huge fake dick and slid it down her belly toward her pussy.

By now my dick was fully hard and it was poking my underpants out. Corinne slid the tip of that dick right up to where her pussy lips started and then slid it down. The lips parted and I could see pink flesh inside, all glistening and shiny and wet! I could take no more of this so I pulled the waistband of my underpants out and down over my hard dick and my hot balls, and I started stroking the length of my dick, though I could tell it wasn't even half as big as the fake dick in my sister's hands!

Then Corinne twisted the only part of the fake dick that didn't look like a dick. I could hear it begin to hum, and all of a sudden my sister was all squirmy on the bed. She jumped around and wriggled against the tip of the dick so much I thought she was going to fall off the bed! She just kept pressing the tip of that thing against her pussy. I knew from Davy's magazines that there's a hole there where the man's dick goes in, but it looked like she couldn't find it! God! I wanted her to stick it IN! As my hand steadily stroked back and forth over my dick all I could think was how much I wished at that moment that the dick in my sister's hand was mine! I'd show her where to put it!

Amazingly, Corinne's screaming and wild thrashing on the bed became even wilder, and I could see that the head of the fake dick was actually up inside her! The sight of this turned my own urge a notch higher, and I watched her grip the dick with both hands. It appeared, from the way she gripped it and moved on the thing that it was controlling her movements rather than the other way around. Her hands were holding it firmly, but it appeared to take them with it as it poked back and forth into her, deeper and deeper with each stroke!

All of a sudden she groaned and lurched and removed the dick from her pussy and started rubbing her pussy furiously with her hand. Only seconds later she screamed out and shot a load of liquid through the air and onto the floor! TWICE! In all of the discussions of sex and girls I had with my friends, nobody EVER said this happened! My sister cums like a boy!

Seeing the two loads of fluid pump out of my sister's pussy was just too much for me. My hips jutted forward and locked, and the hand stroking my dick kicked into overdrive. Only seconds after my sister shot her cum onto the floor, and while I watched the rest of her cum ooze from her pussy, I peppered my parents' bedroom door with my white, gooey sperm. As the cum subsided and the moment released me, my knees got all wobbly and I stumbled backward. With my underpants around my ankles, I fell noisily to the floor. In my parents' room I heard Corinne gasp. BUSTED! I thought for sure she heard me, and if she came out right now and saw me with my hard dick sticking out, she would KILL me! But then SHE was naked herself, so I had a shot. I stumbled back to my feet and hobbled down the hallway to my room while pulling my underpants back up. Shortly after I got to my room I heard the laundry room door open downstairs. My dad was home from his Saturday at the office! We almost BOTH got busted! A minute later I heard him talking to Corinne, and I thought she was busted because she was still in his room when he came up the stairs. But somehow she was able to cover for herself. Later I wondered if Dad ever noticed Corinne's cum stains on the floor, and I jerked off to the image all over again while I took a shower to get the soccer mud off of me. It took me a few days to realize that my sister had permanently replaced Mrs. Floyd in my nightly jerk-off sessions.

So I guess I had something on Corinne. And, the more I thought about the whole situation, it wasn't so bad that I'd have to spend all week riding around with her in the back seat. Any time she was mean to me I could just re-live the memory of her screwing herself with the fake dick, and then her attitude toward me didn't matter any more.

ELEANOR

I knew this trip would turn out to be a nightmare. I just knew it. If it weren't for me, we'd have never even gotten out of the house. I had to pack Ben's bag entirely on my own because the boy otherwise would have just gone with the clothes on his back. You have to FORCE him into the shower sometimes.

And Corinne! If there was a chance for her to be a slut, she'd take it. I know the signs; she's just like my older sister was. Boy-crazy since she had her first period, with a body that can call the boys from miles away. Sometimes I want to let her go her own way, but then I remember my sister Melanie's 17th birthday party -- NOT the party my mom threw for her, but the one Melanie threw two weeks later when Momma went to take care of Gramma Jean.

It was all very last-minute, and the second Momma's car pulled away from the house, Mel was on the phone. In an hour she had activated her phone network and by 9:00 her friends were arriving in carloads. Naturally, there was an abundance of boys and booze and pot. I was only 14 and powerless, and any protest I made went unheard. By 11:30 the music had been turned down just a notch and the party had become a huge make-out fest. There were couples sprawled out all over the house -- lying on the sofa, groping each other on the floor (Stephanie Kryzewski was seated on the dining table with her blouse open and Steve Palozzo's hands were working underneath her bra cups), on the kitchen counters -- there was so much smacking going on I could barely hear the music! All the girls had paired up with boys, leaving a handful of boys just looking on in awe.

Before long a couple braver than the others took the next step, and they began disrobing each other. I watched in curious fascination just to see how far they would go. Surely they wouldn't go too far because there were all these other people around! Then, before I could even convince myself that it was happening, Jeremy Bellwood's erect penis popped out of the fly of his underpants, and Karen Long sucked it into her mouth! Well, if THAT didn't start a chain reaction. Everybody was so turned on by the sight, and apparently the ice was broken, so next thing I knew the house was full of naked teenagers and they were all FUCKING!

Though I acted as if I were disgusted, I was more worried that Momma would come home and we'd be in big trouble. I was also getting a little hot, too. I had thought about it, dreamed about being with a boy, but this party was too much! Sensory overload! So I decided to head up to my room. Just as I approached the stairs I bumped into a boy I didn't know. He was drunk or high, or both, and he grabbed me around the waist. He pulled me in and, though I never realized it until years later, the hard pressure I felt against my belly was his erection.

"How 'bout we get a little of what they're getting?" He gestured with a sloshy nod toward the orgy going on in the living room. I tried to pull away.

"Let me go," I said. I became frighteningly aware of the group of currently unattached boys who had earlier been looking on at the rest of the orgy. They were now looking hungrily at me, just like this first boy. One of them was unashamedly rubbing his erection through his pants. There's no way I can be sure my intuition was correct, but looking at the boy who held me and at the boys who looked at me so lustfully, alarm bells went off in my head to tell me that if I didn't get out of this situation soon, I was going to be in for some BIG trouble!

"Come on, baby. You're so hot. I'M so hot. Just gimme . . ."

"Let me GO!" I screamed the last word. I jerked myself away from him. He got a sort of angry look on his face and took a step toward me. Then, seemingly out of nowhere my sister stepped in.

Mel was wearing a pair of pink panties and light blue socks. That's it. "Robby, what seems to be the problem, here?" As "Robby" stumbled for words and stared at her chest, Mel turned to me with that sister-in-charge look. "You run upstairs. I can handle them."

"Them?" I thought to myself. "THEM?!" There were five boys there. I knew that, as a gymnast, Mel was strong for her size, but what could she do about FIVE teenage boys?! So I ran up the stairs and turned the corner to my room. Then I stopped and sneaked back to the stairway to watch. The four other boys had crept closer to ogle Mel's boobs. The one who had been rubbing himself through his pants now had his hand inside his fly. The music was loud enough that I could only hear bits of what Mel said to Robby and the boys. "With all these willing people here, why pick on my baby sister?"

Robby replied, "Everybody else seemed occupied, and your sister's almost as hot as you."

"But she's just a kid. You wouldn't like her." Mel made me mad. I may not have liked the way Robby introduced himself to me, but he WAS a boy! "There's things she doesn't even know yet."

"Like what?" Robby asked.

Mel's answer, still, even to this day, completely blew my mind. She looked over to the boy rubbing himself with his hand in his fly, and then reached over to his busy hand. She pulled his hand free and reached her own into his fly. When she pulled her hand out again she had in her grip the boy's very hard penis! She slowly bent her knees and lowered them to the floor, and then slowly sucked the boy's penis completely into her mouth!

All at once I was filled with anger, disgust -- it took until long after I married David before I ever tried oral sex - and a sense of the real WHOPPER that I was gonna tell Momma when she got home, and then, lust. My sister's head was bobbing up and down as the entire length of the boy's penis slid in and out of her mouth. God! It was so lewd and HOT! If I didn't see her with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed my sister would do such a thing. As she worked the boy's tool, she reached up with both hands to Robby and the other boy, standing to each side of the boy she was sucking. Her hands went to their flies and she groped the boys' erections through their pants. Immediately the boys opened their flies and revealed their erections, and immediately Mel's hands were gripping and stroking them. The other two looked briefly at each other and then frantically freed their erections and awaited Mel's hands.

The boy she was sucking -- I later learned his name was Greg -- suddenly threw his head back and I swear I thought he was going to cry! Then he let out a choking sound and grabbed Mel by the sides of her head. She quickly jerked her head back and spit out some white fluid. I was confused about that until I saw more white fluid spurt from the tip of Greg's penis. I knew boys shot "sperm" from their penises when they had sex, and I had been told that it was white, but I had never seen it for myself. Having seen it now, I was awestruck. When Mel spit out Greg's semen, she quickly grabbed his penis and vigorously stroked it and squeezed out all of his cum.

When Mel moved on to the next boy to her right and began sucking him, Robby dropped his pants and underwear and stood there with his erection poking out in front of him. The first boy sat down to watch the show. Robby looked at Mel, hesitant for a moment, and then he pressed on. He knelt behind Mel and pulled aside the leg band of her panties. Even from my vantage point atop the stairs I could see she was dripping wet! As soon as his fingers touched the flesh of her leg, Mel was pushing back with her butt and spreading her legs. Robby adjusted his weight and pulled Mel's panties to her knees. He then placed his erect penis between Mel's legs where they came together at her butt. He rocked his butt back and forth a few times trying to get his penis to the right spot. After a few tries I saw his body stiffen briefly and then he relaxed, and he slid his penis smoothly into Mel. She pushed back to him until her butt pressed into his abdomen. Then the rhythm started. She pushed back against Robby as he pushed his penis forward inside her. When his pelvis slammed into her, she rocked forward and slid forward on the boy's penis she was sucking. She was like a steam engine piston sliding back and forth on a shaft. It wasn't very long at all before the boy she was sucking came with a grunt. Again Mel pulled her mouth free and spit out the boy's cum, only this time the rest of his orgasm was spent right on her face. Spurt after spurt gushed out as she turned her head to spit out that first load, and the rest had come too fast. Apparently this was too much for Robby to see, and he choked out, "Jesus that's hot! AAACCKK!" He gripped my sister's hips and pressed himself against her, pushing his penis as deep inside her as it would go. He held his stiff posture for a few seconds, and then he collapsed onto his side in bliss. Mel turned to work on the two boys that were left, and I saw Robby's thick white fluid drooling out of her vagina. Mel chose the boy she was going to suck, and the other boy went around behind her. He slid into her vagina effortlessly and was humping frantically in seconds. She sucked the fourth boy and was in the same position as with Robby and the second boy. Only this time she reached out to the first boy who was still sitting beside the fourth boy. She began rubbing his penis, which was either still hard or hard again. I honestly don't know, as I had been watching Mel.

The third boy humped for maybe 10 seconds before he orgasmed. He stiffened and pressed his pelvis against Mel's rear, squeezing her hips as his juvenile testicles pumped his semen into her. Then he fell away, and again I saw his overflow run in a string out of her vagina.

By this point my panties and even my jeans were soaked through. I was trembling, so I held on to the banister for support. As the boy fell away Mel stopped sucking for a moment while she moved. She straddled the first boy, whose penis she had been rubbing, and then lowered herself to his penis. She squatted over it and positioned the head against her vagina, and then she just dropped herself onto it. She resumed sucking on the fourth boy, moving none of the rest of her body, just her head, until the boy came, which was a matter of mere seconds.

When he was spent, Mel then turned her full attention to the boy upon whom she sat, filled by his erection. She placed her hands on his chest and raised her butt off of him. I could see his penis bridging the distance between her vagina and his testicles. His penis was shiny and wet with juices both from Mel and from two other boys. She lowered herself all the way to the bottom again, and then she started bouncing. Mel's rear end was moving so fast it was practically a blur, the spent semen from the other boys pooling around the fourth boy's balls and dripping into a puddle between his thighs.

Mel started groaning loudly and intermittently shouting, "Oh! Jeezus!" Her rhythm changed slightly, becoming a little jerky. She bowed her head to her chest and pressed her vagina hard to the boy's testicles with each downward stroke, grunting each time.

She was coming.

In a few seconds she resumed her original rhythm. The boy's penis appeared to have grown inside her, still shiny from Melanie's orgasm. Mel again went into a jerky rhythm, only this time her grunts were joined by those of the boy.

Finally the boy shouted, "Jeezuss FUCKING Christ!" and grabbed Mel's butt cheeks. He pressed her down onto him and his scrotum shriveled to nothing as it emptied its new load of sperm into my sister. Mel, in the meantime, rocked her hips to the rhythm of her own orgasm, at the same time pleasing herself and milking the boy's semen from his penis.

When the boy relaxed his hands, Mel stood up. A huge glob of semen gushed from her and ran down her legs as she stepped to the next waiting boy.

I was barely able to stand any longer, so as I saw Mel grab a boy's penis and tug at it as though he were a huge pull-toy, I staggered to my room and masturbated to several orgasms and drifted off to a blissful night of sleep.

The next day Mel slept through to the afternoon. I had started cleaning up some of the mess, but I stopped when I came across a used rubber. Despite what I had witnessed the previous night, the sight of the condom sort of made me ill.

To avoid another such thing, I concentrated on washing the dishes and throwing away the beer bottles. Mel came down and saw me working.

"Hey, brat," she said, more tender than offensive.

I looked at her but I avoided her eyes, then turned back to the dishes.

"Look," she said. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll clean up this whole mess if you'll do something for me."

"What?" I said with my back to her.

"Momma hears nothing about this. Things got a little crazy last night."

"A LITTLE?" I was shocked. I turned to face her. "A LITTLE crazy?! You did it with, like, ten boys last night, right in front of everybody!"

"Look, brat, I saved your ass last night. Those boys weren't about to take no for an answer."

I stared at her. She was right. If she hadn't stepped in, I would have been gang-raped. I had no doubt. But I just stared at her.

"And besides," she said, "it's not like I haven't done that before."

From that day my relationship with Mel changed. I had never really thought of her as truly wild until that day, and I never trusted her judgment again. And though I was never a prude, I had a gauge for slutty behavior, and if I ever saw myself in any light close to Mel in that regard, I changed my course. I never wanted anybody to see me as I saw Melanie after that weekend.

And I am DAMN sure my daughter won't ever be seen that way! When she first showed me that bikini, she told me it was only for the tanning salon. I figured that was fine. But when I saw it in her suitcase, I had to draw the line. She had enough other bathing suits that were no less revealing than the ones I wore at her age, and they still fit her. She didn't need this one tempting the boys any worse than they would already be.

DAVE

After about three hours on the road -- with roughly another seven to go -- we were well into open country. The relative cool of the morning was still lingering, so I had the air conditioning off and my window rolled down. No sense burning the extra gas if I didn't have to.

I looked in the rear view mirror and saw that both the kids were asleep. Ben was directly behind me, but he was leaning to his right. Slack-jawed, he slept soundly. Corinne was next to him. I turned briefly to look at her. Her body relaxed, her knees had drifted apart, and I couldn't help but notice in that brief glance that her shorts hem had come away from her leg, and I could see in to the leg band of her panties and the curve of her butt. The father in me wanted to wake her and tell her to mind her thighs, but the boy in me wanted to look some more. I looked back to the road and saw that I was already drifting dangerously close to the shoulder, so I decided to follow my other fatherly urge and keep my family alive by driving with my eyes forward.

I glanced at Eleanor as she slept next to me. We had been married almost since the day she graduated from college. Man! What a courtship!

I looked at her tan legs, running up from her feet to the hem of her shorts, teasing me sexily even as she slept. My eyes ran up to the swell of her tits, rising and falling as she slept. After nearly seventeen years of marriage she could still give a college girl at the beach a run for the money. Her body has changed very little at all. She has convinced herself that two kids have absolutely ruined her figure, and so, having always been fitness-minded, she doubled up on her exercise. If anything, she has an even hotter body now than when she was in college. My eyes then traveled on up to her mouth.

Ah, that mouth. The full lips, the agile tongue, the straight, white teeth. What a conquest that was.

Eleanor and I met during my sophomore year -- her freshman year -- in college. She seemed the quiet, reserved type, though she was still friendly. I was tired of the games that the other girls played. They would tease, flirt, let me grope a tit, or they might grab a quick feel of my cock through my pants while we made out, but they wouldn't be willing to fuck until they were blind drunk. Then they'd puke or pass out most times before I got off. So I was looking for someone who didn't see sex as sport.

We met on a project in one of our undergrad classes, and after a few weeks of convincing myself that she wouldn't accept my offer of dinner, she simply said, "Hey, what are you doing Friday night?"

From there we followed the typical dating cycle: first date ending with a quick peck on the cheek. I called and got a second date, followed by a real kiss. Next date we made out in my car forever, but as soon as my hands left the relative safety of her hips and went for her tits, she completely broke away.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm just not ready for that."

"Ah, CHRIST," I spat. I thought this was different, but she was playing the game. Then she floored me.

"Look, Dave," she stuttered, eyes avoiding mine at first. "You're the first guy I've really liked in a long time, and I'm not the kind of girl that just does this for fun."

I don't know exactly why, but it was as though a bell went off in my head. Maybe that's what happens when you "just know." And from that night we were inseparable.

It was actually a few months later that we made love for the first time. I'd love to say that it was the most amazing sex I ever had, but it wasn't. Of course, it wasn't terrible -- I mean, there's really no such thing as "bad sex," right? She was just so nervous and inhibited. To be honest, it was more just me fucking her than she and I fucking, if that makes any sense. I had fallen in love with the woman, so I wasn't going to let a reserved attitude toward sex destroy what we had. I simply adjusted to her pace regarding sexual exploration.

As El and I learned more and more about each other I came to believe that something had happened to her in the past to make her so uneasy when it came to sex. I had begun to fear that maybe her father had molested her or something like that, but in the time we spent exploring, I learned that her parents divorced when she was five, and her father had moved across the country.

We continued seeing each other seriously, making progress in the bedroom, working toward our degrees, and while El finished her senior year after my graduation I worked full time selling at a shoe store just off campus. She became orgasmic in that year, and afterward she became much more uninhibited compared to when we first made love. But she still wouldn't go down on me.

After we were married I guess I grew impatient. I had spent the prior four years gently nudging El toward orgasm and a more demonstrative sexual expression, and in all that time I had never gotten a blowjob. I had suggested it to her, I had urged her, but she would never do it. One night I pushed a little too hard, and she began to cry.

"Oh, Christ, El. What's wrong?"

"I just can't do that, David. I just can't. I wish you wouldn't push me."

"Come on, El. It's simple. All you gotta do is put it in your mouth and suck, that's all I want you to do." I was almost begging.

She began sobbing heavily. Huge tears were running in streams down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, sweetie," she sniffed. "I'm not Mel. I just can't do it."

Mel? For a second I was lost. Who was Mel? Who did he blow, and how did El see it that made her so reluctant to do it? And then it hit me. MELANIE! Her sister Mel! I had only met Mel once, at the wedding and reception. She seemed nice enough -- very pretty, engaging, good dancer. But now there was something very interesting about her that I had never known before.

It was still a few weeks later that El finally told me this WILD story about her sister taking on six or seven boys at an outrageous party when the girls were in high school, and all right in front of Eleanor! Meeting Mel eight years after the fact, I never suspected she had such a wild side. What I realized later in our marriage was that El's revelation to me the story of her wild sister was a breakthrough. It embarrassed El that her sister was a major slut. When El told me the whole story, she also told me of the talk and rumors that flew around the school after that party. You can't put on a spectacle like that and expect no one to talk about it! Naturally boys in El's school imagined and hoped that El would entertain just like her big sister did, and El was determined NOT to be like her sister.

And, to her own detriment, El buried her urges so deeply in her effort to remain above her sister's debauchery that they almost disappeared all together.

El's therapy of telling me The Story of Melanie was the beginning of The Awakening of Eleanor. I could not hide my arousal as El detailed the events of the party where she witnessed her sister engaged in sexual acts that, even today, are rather amazing for a girl only seventeen years old.

"Does this turn you on?" she had asked me, looking at the front of my pajamas poking out.

"Well, yes. You're telling me an amazing story about something I wish I could have witnessed myself."

"But it was so disgusting!" she cried.

"Maybe so," I countered. "But at the same time, it is intensely erotic. Your sister had already learned by seventeen what you're ever so slowly learning with me now. Sex is fun. Sex is good. There's nothing to be ashamed of." I paused and peered into her eyes. There was something there.

"Does it turn YOU on?" I asked.

El looked away briefly. Milliseconds before she buried her face in her hands I saw her break a smile. Then she flopped over on her side. It was happy embarrassment. "Yes," she mumbled into her palms. She lay there for a few seconds.

"All these years," she said, her face half buried in a pillow, "I have reflected on that night, and no matter how disgusted I forced myself to be, I always found myself so incredibly turned on that I couldn't stand it!"

"Why is that?" I asked.

El looked at me earnestly. "I don't know."

I put on my best college psychology professor impression and stated confidently, "It is because you vish it could haf been you. Is zat not so?"

She looked at me. At first there was pain in her eyes. Then, I think for the first time, she looked at it absolutely honestly from that point of view, and another faint smile broke across her lips. And she nodded. Then she looked a little worried. "So what does that mean?"

I smiled at her sudden sad innocence. "It means you're normal, El. It means your sister is your sister, and you are you, and nothing she does or ever did will reflect on you."

There was a brief silence as she looked at me. "Now what?" she asked.

I thought for a moment, and then decided to take a chance. I rose to my knees on the bed. I slowly reached into the fly of my pajama bottoms and freed my now semi-erect cock.

"I regret zat I haf but vun penis to offer you," I said as the college professor once again, "but you must now imagine yourself in your sister's place at zat party."

El's eyes flashed erotic interest. She stared at my cock for a few moments and then rose to her hands and knees and crawled over to me. "Put it back in," she said.

Slightly confused, I complied.

"Get off the bed."

I thought I had ruined everything. Prepared to be handed a pillow, I readied mentally to spend the night on the couch. I stepped off of the bed. El then stepped off of the bed and stood in front of me. She then lowered herself to her knees and reached her hand inside my pajama bottoms. She fished my cock out and held it in her hand. She studied it for a few moments and then looked up at me. She didn't know what to do.

"Just re-create what you saw," I said.

El looked back at my now hardening cock. She opened her mouth and placed her tongue against the underside of it, and then slid it all the way into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. Then she closed her lips around it and sucked all the air out of her mouth. Then she pulled her head back, sliding my cock out until just her lips contacted the crown in a languorous kiss. I realized I hadn't breathed that entire time. Finally I breathed out and quickly back in.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I smiled down at her. I winked at her. "Faster."

She repeated her fellatic stroke. And then again. And again. Before long she was pumping her mouth over my dick quite vigorously, and I was already beginning to pump my hips to her rhythm.

I must confess that, although we were barely a year into our marriage and sex was still almost a nightly event, in the excitement of the breakthrough and its culmination in the first blowjob I had in over four years, I was very quickly approaching orgasm.

"Oh, god, honey," I panted. "Get ready. I'm almost ready to come." I looked at El and she was staring intently into my eyes. If nothing else, she increased her pace on my dick and intensified the pressure of her tongue on the underside of my dick. Then, with no further warning, just like the teenage boy she pretended to be sucking off as she pretended to be where her sister had been that wild night many years earlier, I began an incredibly powerful orgasm. Once it began I tried to pull out of her mouth, but she held fast, determined to maintain oral contact until it happened. And then it happened.

One massive spasm hit my pelvis, sending a huge load of semen rocketing through my penis, right toward the back of my young wife's throat. I felt a good two or three more spurts blow into her mouth before she pulled off, spit it all out onto the floor, and then held my cock in front of her face as it doused her cheeks, chin, and chest with the remaining ropes of sticky, white cum.

I stood there panting and looking at her in amazement. I wanted to tell her that it was incredible, unbelievable, that I loved her more than I could possibly say in just words, but I just panted as my orgasm subsided in ever weakening spasms.

El then stood up, her face inches from my own and said rather loudly, "NEXT!" And then she roughly pushed me onto the bed, my stiff cock waving around drunkenly above my pelvis. El quickly removed her pajama top and bottoms and then crawled over me. She lowered her face to my cock and took it into her mouth again, cleaning the drools of cum that had oozed out in the intervening moments. She sucked for a few minutes and then crawled up along my body and lowered her hot, sopping pussy right onto my dick. I slid into my wife like I had never done before! Right immediately to the hilt inside her.

El shifted her feet under her until she was squatting above me with my cock still deep inside her. She began bouncing, slowly at first, but building to an exquisite rhythm. My cock was practically numb from the non-stop attention it was receiving, despite the orgasm. El bounced and bounced thrashing her head wildly about, her hair flying in crazy circles around her head. Then she started moaning and sobbing loudly as she slammed her pussy down onto my pelvis repeatedly, violently spending herself in intense orgasm.

Finally she let out an elongated, throaty scream: "MELANIE, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" and she collapsed on me, sobbing uncontrollably for several minutes afterward.

We rested a bit, but later continued into the night as El sucked and fucked the memory of every boy who was serviced by her sister that evening so long ago.

It seemed strange to me for the longest time, but after that night El showed no signs of ever having a sexual hang-up. It was as though a problem never existed. It took quite a long time talking about it, but only one night of actually working out her sexual demons. And even better, I'm convinced that it was on that night of extended love-making that Corinne was conceived.

I came out of my reminiscence to find myself fully aroused, my stiff cock tenting out my shorts proudly. I looked over at Eleanor again, but she was still sleeping. It's not like I could have gotten a behind-the-wheel blowjob like she eagerly gave me at times after the breakthrough, for now we had the kids in the car. As a matter of fact, I was looking at nearly a week of virtually no privacy, thanks to the kids along for the ride. My cock throbbed inside my shorts to spite me.

Coming in Part 3: A typical Florida thunderstorm opens a can of worms that the family may never be able to close again.