CULTIVATING LILLY CH. 09

Lilly begins making trips to San Francisco with the Vatspalts and relishes the freedom to dress more provocatively. A trip to a museum introduces Lilly to a surprising history lesson. Aroused by her visit to the museum, Lilly is coaxed by Cassy and Louise to expose her pussy in public. Mrs. Vatspalt offers up her son for Lilly's tutelage. Lilly has a heart-to-heart discussion with Momma about her virginity. To illustrate an important point, Mrs. Vatspalt commands Lilly to spread her legs so that her special place may be filled. Lilly asks Momma to make an appointment to see a gynecologist. Uncle Lars explains submission and dominance. Lilly is educated on the correct way to suck a man's cock.

The Swedish slang words for pussy (snippa, fitta), asshole (stanga) and cock (kuk) are used in this story. They are not misspellings.

All characters depicted are at least 18 years old and references to their ages may be found in earlier chapters. The artwork depicted is fictional and conjured by the author.

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Over the course of Lars' time at the Vatspalt home, Lilly was encouraged to refer to Mr. and Mrs. Vatspalt as "Daddy" and "Momma" and Lars as "Uncle Lars." This was suggested by Cassy over dinner one evening and the entire family loved the idea. They all toasted to their new "daughter" and Lilly was extremely flattered. The endearing terms of affection only drew her closer to them.

After getting over the initial shock of being introduced to Lars in such an awkward moment, Lilly grew fond of him. Like the Vatspalts, he was well-traveled and sophisticated. His career in yacht sales had taken him all over the world and his adventures impressed her. He was also funny, which Lilly found attractive. He had a dry sense of humor that illustrated a sharp intellect. Lilly would never admit it, but she had a crush on him.

Uncle Lars had taken his sister's family, along with Lilly, on several adventures away from Palo Alto, including a fun trip to an amusement park north of the East Bay. During trips to San Francisco, they visited high-end boutiques and the Vatspalts often purchased Lilly new clothes that were much more adventurous than what she wore at home and around school. They ate in fine restaurants and spent an afternoon in Sausalito, a small idyllic town across the San Francisco Bay. Every weekend had been filled with something different that was fun and distant from her conservative life 45-minutes south.

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She sometimes felt guilty about leaving her parents to spend time with her new family. But the Vatspalts offered an escape from their overbearing and ultra-conservative views on nearly everything. Lately, she often argued with them or pushed back on their guidance, which only put more stress on their relationship. It was the arguing that drove her to spending more time with her second family. She found she was listening to what the Vatspalts had to say about the world around her without question. She agreed with them more often than not. She stopped considering what God might think about her actions and felt like she was finally starting to take control of her life, on her terms.

As her relationship with the Vatspalts grew, she felt more and more compelled to obey their wishes. This pleased them, which made Lilly happy. It seemed that the more liberated she became from her parents, the more supportive the Vatspalts were. They opened their home and told Lilly she could stay over as often and as long as she liked. "You know, sweetheart," Momma said one Sunday on the way home from church, "You don't even need to tell them you're with us. You're an adult and are fully capable of making your own decisions."

"You can spend time with anyone you like," Daddy agreed. "We love that you choose to spend it with us."

"Thank you," she said. She was currently nude in the back of the van, changing into the clothes she'd left her house in the previous day. Lars was next to her and was twirling her panties on a finger, looking out the window.

Turning to her, she saw a silly grin on his handsome face. "I'm going to keep these," he said. "No panties for the rest of the day." Putting them to his nose, he inhaled deeply then stuffed them into the breast pocket of his sport coat.

Lilly giggled. "How do you know I won't just go to my room and put a new pair on when I get home?"

"I trust you," he said. This made Lilly's heart swell.

"Besides," Momma said. "You have some homework that needs attending to when you get there."

"I do?"

"One hour of bottle work," Daddy said. "We haven't had a recent report on your vaginal stretching." He gave her a look. "Starting from the moment you get home."

She smiled thinking about the stretching session he'd commanded. Her parents were visiting her grandmother after church. "Happy to oblige."

"Send me a picture," said Cassy. "I'll show Momma and Daddy."

"Okay."

She appreciated that they never tried to push her to do something she didn't want to try. They opened her eyes slowly and this was true in every aspect of her life the Vatspalts touched. They "got" her and were fully supportive of the journey she was on, especially when it came to the exhibition of her body and her ever-growing interest in sex. Because of this support, her desire to acquiesce to their requests grew. She relished their approval and was joyous when she received it. Doing what they asked of her delivered the endorsement she desperately sought. Pleasing them had become a necessity.

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The city, she discovered, was a liberating place. Because there was no fear of bumping into people she knew, the trips to San Francisco allowed her to wear the clothes the Vatspalts had purchased for her, which made her feel closer to them.

Displaying her body in this way around so many strangers wasn't easy at first. It was one thing to run around naked or in little more than panties in the Vatspalt's home, and she had even grown comfortable with being nude around Uncle Lars.

He had put her at ease when she found him naked in the family room early Sunday morning a week after they were introduced. He was watching the news while drinking a cup of coffee. Coming from the shower, she was also nude and paused before entering the room. Then she gathered up her courage and before he could see her, spent a moment arousing her nipples. Standing tall pushed her chest out, and she took long, slow strides as she walked by him on her way to the kitchen. "Good morning, Uncle Lars. The coffee smells delicious." She twinkled her fingers at him and out of the corner of her eye caught sight of his cock.

It was as if God himself had placed the sun at just the right angle to the earth. The room was dark but a single beam of light reflecting off the pool bathed his cock in light. Thick and beautiful, it lay along his muscled thigh like some slumbering creature. His legs were crossed and it, along with his smoothly shaved balls, were piled in a lovely heap in his lap.

"Morning, Lilly," he said while sipping from a mug. She smiled, trying hard to maintain eye contact. He never took his eyes off the screen, which was a little disappointing.

Returning from the kitchen with her own mug, she stood close to him as she watched the screen. She knew he couldn't miss her butt and gently swayed from side to side as if listening to some slow song in her head. On the TV, protesters clashed in the streets of some South American city. "It's hard to believe their government was overthrown by the military," she said, hoping to sound world-wise and sophisticated. "It's kind of scary when you think about it." These were statements she'd never uttered before meeting the Vatspalts.

"It's called a coup de grace," he said.

Turning around, her shadow blocked the illumination of his kuk and she adjusted her stance to correct the problem. Cassy had attended to her in the shower earlier and her freshly shorn special place was less than a foot from his face. She saw his eyes flick to it then return to the screen.

"You smell nice," he said.

Grinning as she buried her face in the mug, she said, "Thank you." She swayed a few more times, waggling her pussy as she eyed his cock; watching as the sunshine flickered over it. She wanted to see him get hard. Nothing happened. Somewhat annoyed with him, she went upstairs.

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Exposing herself in public would be different. It took a lot of convincing from all of them for Lilly to gain the confidence to try it. But the Vatspalts - and Uncle Lars - were always encouraging and supportive.

As she had done while attending church with the Vatspalts, she started by not wearing panties beneath her skirts and dresses. No one could tell what she was doing, but the cool air she felt on her special place as she walked was pleasant and a bit arousing.

While eating lunch one afternoon at Fisherman's Wharf, Cassy and Lilly excused themselves to the restroom.

"You should take your bra off," Cassy said from the next stall.

Looking at the thick zippered hoodie she was wearing, Lilly didn't respond to her friend. As she peed, she flicked the little metal tab. And then she decided.

Hearing the zipper, Cassy giggled. "I can't believe you're going to do it! Good for you."

Fumbling beneath her shirt with the bra clasp, she released her breasts and tugged the confining garment from her body. "Me either," she said. "You're such a bad influence. I'm keeping my hoodie on. Don't even try to convince me to do anything else."

"Oh, calm down. Don't be such a prude. I'm not going to force you to do anything. Last time I tried that, you saw what happened."

Lilly knew what her friend was talking about. Cassy had teased Lilly a few weeks ago and Daddy had had enough.

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"Come here young lady. Right. Now." He was sitting in one of the wingback chairs, enjoying an after-work drink. He had raised his voice for the last two words and Lilly jumped.

Cassy had a worried look as she silently walked across the room and stood next to her father. "I'm sorry, Daddy." Her head was down, eyes on the floor.

"No, you are not. You are always teasing Lilly. Goading her into doing something she may not want to do."

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry."

He looked at his daughter for a moment. "No you aren't, but you will be."

Cassy's lip trembled. Her cheeks were blushed.

"You know what you are to do."

"Yes, Daddy." Without another word, Cassy lay over her father's knee. Lilly could hear her small sobs.

"Pull your shirt up, young lady."

"Please, don't. I'll be good. No more teasing."

"Mr. Vatspalt...Dadd...."

"No, Lilly. Don't try to protect her. This has to be done and she knows it. You know it, too. I would do the same to you if you said some of things this little troublemaker has." Lilly said nothing, although she considered what it would be like for Mr. Vatspalt to put her over his knee. "Cassanda, I told you to pull up your shirt."

"Yes, sir." Pouting, Cassy did as she was told, hiking her Betty Boop pajama shirt up over her hips. The cheeks of her pale bottom - small and round and firm - were upturned and Mr. Vatspalt slowly ran his hands over them before squeezing them with force. Cassy groaned in discomfort. From where Lilly stood, she could see her friend's pinkend butthole and her special place when he spread her butt cheeks open.

"Please, Daddy. I'll be good. I promise."

"Yes, sweetheart. After this, I know you will." He landed the first swat on one cheek and then landed a swat on the other. He was not gentle. Ten more followed and Cassy yelped each time; her tiny body jumping with every blow. When he was done, he said, "I don't like this any more than you do, honey."

But he wasn't finished and began kneading her cheeks again, the bright pink skin mounding like taut bread dough between his strong fingers. This went on for several minutes, with Cassy crying softly throughout. When Daddy spread his daughter's bottom, Lilly noticed her friend's snippa was glistening; the lips of her lower mouth were plumped and slightly parted. Her butthole winked in and out of view as Daddy worked. Lilly never moved a muscle. Her special place stirred and she knew instinctively that Hello Kitty's face was darkening. He finally released his daughter and when she stood, Lilly saw Daddy's hardened cock straining against his lounge pants. The head of his dick was wet and had saturated the material. He made no move to hide his arousal. A similar stain could be seen on Cassy's shirt. He told Cassy to apologize. Lilly accepted. Her friend's butt cheeks glowed a rosy hue and Cassy rubbed them as she stood up from her punishment.

"As a reminder of your disobedience, take off your shirt."

Cassy pouted as she pulled her nightshirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. "Yes, Daddy." She was told to remain that way for the rest of the night. Looking at Lilly, Cassy sniffled and asked, "Will you take yours off, too?"

Daddy, very quietly said, "Lilly, you do not have to do what she asks."

She was mad at Daddy. Cassy hadn't deserved such a punishment. Glaring at him, she said, "That's okay, Daddy, I want to." She practically threw her pajamas at him and then went to Cassy's side. Putting an arm around Cassy's tiny waist, her friend lay her head against her breast.

His smile was disarming. Standing, he said, "Honey, I'm so incredibly proud of you." She saw his eyes were damp. Hugging her, Daddy's cock pressed to her special place, the warm dampness of his pre-come kissing the lips of her lower mouth. She desperately wanted him inside her. "You took a stand. That's another big step. A very big step, indeed!"

Pride nearly burst from Lilly's heart. She understood. "I will always stand by my friends, Daddy." She took Cassy by the hand and went upstairs.

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"Give it to me," said Cassy. A moment later, Lilly's bra flopped over the stall wall. "Yes! I'm so proud of you." Cassy stuffed it into the small backpack she was carrying.

"Me, too," said Lilly. "At least I think so." This was different than church. At church people refrained from staring; God wouldn't be happy with such behavior. Outside, in the city, however, she would be more prominently displayed and because of her large breasts, she always attracted attention. Zipping the hoodie up, she hefted her breasts and gently squeezed them. "Here goes," she said as they emerged from the restroom.

She was somewhat surprised that not many people took notice. But, then again, Momma, Louise and Cassy were also braless and weren't nearly as well covered.

A couple hours later, as they lazed on the grass in a park overlooking the bay, she was chatting with Uncle Lars when he reached over and slowly unzipped the garment, flaying it open.

Tingles shot across her tummy when his fingers grazed the bare skin exposed by the cropped tank top she was wearing beneath the hoodie. "I think you look better like this," he said, revealing a thin pink shirt Momma had bought her earlier that day. His appraisal of her breasts was obvious and she blushed as she felt her nipples stiffen.

Lilly grinned and made no move to cover herself. It was the first time he'd done something so overt and when he did this, her special place dribbled. She left the jacket open for a while and then removed it entirely, tying it around her waist; finally feeling confident enough to display herself as the other Vatspalt women did.

Having the other girls at her side helped her confidence. She knew she could somewhat disappear behind them if she felt out of place. After a few trips, Lilly started to enjoy the glances and stares she received. She found the admiring looks actually built her confidence. If she didn't look appealing, she reasoned, no one would have paid attention to her. The city was full of beautiful women who dressed even more provocatively than she did. Soon enough, the freedom she experienced being unencumbered by a bra or panties was joyous. It was as if she'd shed some ugly, thick skin that had been hanging on her body unnecessarily.

Her breasts were allowed to move as she did and she found it more comfortable. Once the nerves wore off, on trips to the city she wore snug-fitting belly shirts and low-cut tank tops; her pricked nipples evident as they pushed against her clothing.

"Today," Daddy said as they made their way into the city on a Saturday morning, "You'll wear these." Momma dug into a bag and handed Lilly a thin pair of baby-blue leggings. They were paired with a royal blue satin camisole that was cut extremely low. Her breasts would struggle to remain hidden behind the garment.

"No panties," Momma said. "As usual."

"Yes, Momma." Stretching the fabric in her hands, Lilly realized there would be no disguising her pussy.

Seeing Lilly's look of unease, Louise said, "Tie a sweatshirt around your waist. It will hide your snippa...sort of."

Momma looked at her eldest daughter. "Please don't use slang, Louise."

"Oh mom, just because you're old fashioned, doesn't mean I have to be. At least I didn't call it a fitta."

Momma gave her a look but didn't say anything.

In the back of the van, Lilly tugged her sweats off and then her panties. "I'll do it, but I want to keep the jacket around my waist." Momma, Louise and Cassy were all wearing similar leggings.

"Whatever makes you comfortable, honey," said Momma.

"I dare you to sit with your legs open," Erik said from the third row. Uncle Lars gave him a high-five.

Looking at them, after a moment Lilly said, "I can do that."

Not another word was mentioned about the topic the rest of the day. With the sleeves safely covering her pussy, Lilly obediently spread her legs every time she sat down. Momma, Louise and Cassy were her partners in crime, their cleaved rents on display to anyone who cared to look. They drew a lot of attention.

The thin material pulled into her feminine pleat and clung to the gentle rise of her mons. She found the friction of the soft fabric inside her special place pleasant and arousing. As they ate lunch that day, Lilly announced to the table, "I like this."

"Like what, honey," Momma asked.

"Wearing leggings without panties."

The entire family smiled. Louise gave her a hug and Cassy did as well. Daddy said he was proud of her and Erik said she was "awesome." Momma patted her knee and congratulated her for being so independent.

The next weekend, as Lilly disrobed in the van, Cassy handed her a skimpy rose-colored peasant blouse. It couldn't contain most of her flesh and the cups were cut low enough that the strawberry coronas of her areolas were nearly revealed. Fitting her breasts into it, Lilly discovered it rivaled the cut and fit of her PE uniform. Next out of the bag came a pair of nearly sheer white leggings. They matched what the other women wore. As Lilly tugged them over her hips, Momma said, "No covering up this time. Do I make myself clear, young lady? You have to be comfortable with the exhibition of your beautiful body."

She gulped but found her resolve. "Yes, Momma."

"Legs open...all day."

"Yes, Uncle Lars."

"That's our good girl," said Daddy.

Lilly beamed. She liked being a good girl.

Lousie leaned over and slid her hand up Lilly's thigh, spreading her legs as she did so. "It's time to show her off," she said, pushing the fabric between the folds of Lilly's pussy.

Looking between her legs, Lilly could see the deep shadow created by her pleat. "Okay." There was no reason to protest.

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On warmer days - which were rare in the city - she chose short-shorts; which revealed the cheeks of her bottom as she walked. Pairing the shorts with a lacy bralette offered the ability to catch some sun on her skin while highlighting her figure. More formal excursions allowed her to don slim-fitting sundresses; the short hemlines falling high on her long legs. She was aware that her fitta and bare bottom were visible when the breeze occasionally lifted the garment and she enjoyed the brief exhibition of her body.

During one of the trips to the city, they visited the San Francisco Museum of Fine Art, the facility Mr. Vatspalt managed and Lilly could see just how large and important his job was. It was a huge building that stood five stories and covered an entire block. The outside was ornately carved in stone with huge columns and detailed moldings. Inside were pristine marble floors and hundreds of exhibitions. Lilly actually recognized a few of the pieces from her art history class.

While admiring the artwork was interesting, Mr. Vatspalt took them all behind closed doors for a VIP tour. They visited a room that was filled with what was believed to be forged or stolen pieces of all kinds."There is a team whose entire role at the museum is to investigate these pieces and determine their validity. Sometimes we work with the FBI and Interpol to help apprehend forgers and thieves." Lilly was impressed. To her untrained eye, everything in the room looked authentic.

He took them into the restoration lab and Lilly enjoyed watching as technicians worked on damaged or aging pieces. As they stood in front of a wood carved statue that had been burned in a church fire, Daddy said, "It can take decades to restore something that's as damaged as this. It's common that the restorer who begins such a project retires before it's complete."

In another room was all the art that had been rotated out of the exhibitions for transfer to other museums around the world. There was also a portion of this room dedicated to pieces that were considered too overtly sexual to be shown publicly.

They stopped in front of a highly detailed piece that was made of dark wood and polished marble. A young woman had been expertly carved from the white stone and Lilly was impressed with the delicate musculature the artist had been able to capture. She was nude and her body was tensed, muscles taut. One hand was curled into a fist, the other grasped the brace that she was tied to. She was thin, her abdominal muscles and ribs well-defined in the marble. The artist was able to capture movement by subtly carving her well-developed breasts as not the perfectly round orbs she'd seen on so many other pieces. Rather, each breast was a slightly different size - her left a bit flatter than her right - and her nipples pointed in different directions; as if her body was hitching violently and her breasts were reacting to that motion. Lilly recalled an image she'd found online of a nude girl running along the beach; her breasts looked similar to the statue's. She found it remarkable that such detail could be represented in something so inflexible as stone.

The girl was recumbent and tied face-up to the thick wood brace, which had been intricately carved. Heavy rope tied around her wrists and ankles contrasted against the marble of her limbs and the X-shaped brace reminded Lilly of the device the woman was bound to in the portrait hanging in Cassy's parents bedroom.

The girl's head was up, her long hair flowed over the brace and Lilly marveled at the time it must have taken to create such a carving. The girl's eyes were pleading and intently focused on the large marble phallus penetrating her straining vale, her lips were curved into a plaintive frown and her brow was deeply furrowed. It was obvious by her expression that accepting the simulated dick had not been easy.

The phallus she was being forced to accommodate was the sixth of a dozen that were mounted to a wooden wheel positioned vertically between her spread thighs. Lilly saw the phalluses varied in size from something no larger than a finger to one that was more representative of the frightening specimens she'd found on the internet. Next to the wheel was another marble statue. It was of a nude man and he was grasping a handle on the center of the wheel. His gaze was focused between the girl's legs. His cock was fully erect and stood nearly vertical against his accentuated abdominal muscles.

"This piece was fairly common in Ancient Greece and denoted a certain business called a Parthenos," Daddy said. "Basically, this was little more than a sign that would have been displayed outside the business, but that wasn't known at the time of its discovery. When it was unearthed, all the wood and ropes had rotted away centuries earlier. Archeologists dug up only the two marble statues and the twelve phalluses, several of which were broken or partially crushed. Initially it was assumed the phalluses were mere sex toys and that the male statue was, given his erect penis, a sex doll that could be mounted and enjoyed.

That made sense to Lilly. She'd found dozens of sites on the internet that sold such toys.

"It wasn't until engraved tablets were found nearby that scholars were able to decipher what was being depicted. It took nearly fifty years to accurately rebuild all of the wood portions of the piece."

"What kind of business was it?" Lilly asked.

"This was one of many similar statues that were found in the largest cities across the Greek Empire. As scholars translated the tablets, the truth came out." He paused and ran his hand across the girl's foot, grasping her big toe. "The tablets were lists of hundreds of young women's names." He faced her. "You see, Lilly, Greek culture was very stratified and if you were born poor, you remained poor your entire life. You couldn't gain wealth through education or by hard work. However, there were ways families could improve their situation. One way this could be done was for the family to donate their eldest daughter to the local sex house on the day of her eighteenth birthday. This was almost uniformly practiced and not only was it socially acceptable, it was also entirely legal. The girl didn't make money directly but she was housed and well-cared for at no cost to her family. Additionally, the owner of the sex house would send a percentage of the money she made back to her family every time a patron paid to have sex with her. Paying for sex was expensive and only the wealthiest could afford such an indulgence. When the girls reached 23 years of age, they were relieved of their servitude and often returned home to discover their family was no longer poor."

"So this business produced prostitutes?"

"Technically, no," he said. "It prepared them for being prostitutes. Customers didn't come to a Parthenos to have sex with these young slave women. A Parthenos was more like a business-to-business service. The owners of sex houses had no need for an inexperienced virgin and they relied on a Parthenos to prepare and train their property."

"I didn't know that," Lilly said.

"It's not something they teach in high school history, but you'll hear more about it in college," he said. "Before the girl could be employed, her hymen had to be torn and her vagina stretched. To do this, she was taken to a Parthenos, which means virgin. She was taken inside, stripped naked, bathed and had her pubic hair removed by wax before being tied to the wooden brace. The worker - who was also most likely a slave to the owner of the Parthenos - positioned the wheel between her legs, placing the smallest phallus against her vagina first. As he turned the handle, the phallus, which was affixed to gears and levers within the wheel, acted as a piston and slowly drove into her vagina until it was inserted fully. As he continued to crank, the phallus was withdrawn. To ensure she was ready for what she'd experience in the sex houses, she was penetrated by each marble phallus fifty times before the wheel was advanced to the next."

"Whoa." Her eyes were locked on the largest phallus as she did the math. "That's 600 times."

"That's correct," he said. "But the girls were treated gently and the process took time."

"Similar to using a bottle," Momma said. Lilly nodded and Daddy continued.

"The gears slowed the driving motion, which prevented the slave from penetrating her too aggressively. This process wasn't rushed and she would be allowed to rest a few minutes between each new phallus. These girls were highly valued and would be fed fresh fruits and spritzed with cool water as the process progressed. Records show that girls were tied to the brace for about five hours at a time and were subjected to one phallus per hour."

"Twelve hours?" Then she thought of Daddy's words: Your special place meant to be opened, stretched and filled.

He nodded. "For her vagina. Once complete, she was repositioned so as to accept the phalluses in her mouth and then, finally, her anus."

"Oh." She pointed to the largest marble phallus. "Even that one?"

"Yes, honey, even that one. All it takes is practice. Scholars believe olive oil or perhaps animal fat was most likely used as a lubricant." Turning to the male figure, he said, "The slave was rewarded for his efforts by being allowed to have sex with the girl once she'd accepted all the phalluses orally, vaginally and anally. This allowed her to understand the difference between the passive experience of the marble and having sex with a man or several men. The slave was encouraged to be creative and records indicate these freshly opened girls were often set upon by multiple slaves at once."

"Huh." This wasn't as surprising to her as it would have been a few months ago. The Vatspalts had opened her mind to a wide range of subjects she'd never been aware of or remotely interested in.

He turned to Lilly. "Pieces like this must remain hidden, which is completely understandable and appropriate, given the highly sexual nature of this and other works."

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Later, while the others browsed the gift shop, Lilly sat with Louise and Cassy on the museum's enormous marble steps. They had purchased popsicles from a street vendor and were looking at their phones. Cassy asked, "What did you think of that Greek piece?"

"I had no idea such things took place."

Louise said, "Wouldn't it be incredible to be tied up and forced like that?"

"It would be scary," Lilly said. "The girl was fucked by those marble kuks 600 times before she even started working."

Louise, always the practical one, said, "What, do you think your fitta has a limit as to the number of times it can be fucked?"

Lilly flipped the older girl off and Cassy giggled. "I bet it made Lilly's fitta wet."

"It gets me wet every time I see it," Louise admitted.

"Me, too," Cassy said. She looked at Lilly. "What about you?"

"No way. That looked awful."

"Oh that's a bunch of baloney," said Louise. "Your pussy was as wet as ours and you know it. Just be honest."

Lilly giggled. "Okay, it was kind of a turn-on. All those kuks and being helpless to get away." She put her hand to her mouth. "And then being fucked by those slave men! Jesus!" She shook her head. "How is it that being around you guys makes me feel like I can admit to anything."

"Because you can," said Louise. "And you know there's nothing wrong with it."

"Is it still wet?" Cassy asked.

"Shut up."

They took in the expansive stairs and the people milling around the front of the museum. Cars went by and horns honked. Busses belched exhaust as they worked their way across the city. Sirens could be heard echoing around the skyscrapers. Cassy sucked her popsicle for a moment and then dared Lilly to spread her legs. "You're snippa is so cute! Show it off a little."

At first Lilly declined, but then Cassy slid Lilly's dress up her thigh and pushed her hand between Lilly's knees. "Come on, just try it." Lilly squealed and pushed Cassy off.

"No way!"

"What's the big deal? You don't care about showing off your camel toe in tights when we come to the city. How is this any different?" Cassy asked.

"Don't call it a camel toe, Cassy, that's gross," Louise said.

Lilly smiled at her friend, "Yeah, Cassy, that's gross." Then she burst into giggles.

"Fitta foot then; is that better?"

All three of them laughed. "That's definitely not better," Louise said.

Lilly said, "It's different when I wear tights. People can't actually see it." She thought for a moment. "I guess it's because there is kind of a layer of protection."

Cassy waved a hand at her dismissively. "Whatever."

They were all quiet and returned to looking at their phones. "You should do it," said Louise. "Who cares?"

Like Lilly, the sisters wore short, frilly sundresses cut very high on their thighs. But while Lilly sat primly, with her closed legs extending down the stairs and her ankles crossed, Cassy and Louise slowly pulled their knees up until their feet rested just one step below their bottoms. With their thighs pressed together, they walked their ankles outward; perhaps tapping their feet to the music coming through their ear buds. Looking at their phones, they appeared deeply immersed in whatever silly content grabbed the attention of pretty young women. They seemed clueless to the fact their legs were falling open as they studied their screens; seemingly unaware of the show they provided to anyone willing to look their way.

Lilly giggled and shook her head. But as she did this she also brought her feet up and placed them on the same step as Cassy and Louise. Louise looked at her. "Now, just open your ankles, silly. You can do it." She nudged Lilly's shoulder with hers.

Wiggling as if trying to smooth her skirt, she said, "Oh gosh, I can't believe I'm doing this," while inching her ankles apart until she was certain her pussy was on display to anyone standing or walking by below them. And then she slowly allowed her knees to fall open just enough so that her actions wouldn't be obvious.

She hid behind her sunglasses but caught more than a few people - men and women alike - slow their strides to either casually or overtly look at the display of the two petite blondes and the lanky brunette sitting between them. She noted several men stopped to take pictures of the museum with their phones. But she knew what they were really capturing.

Without looking away from her phone, Louise said, "Feels good, doesn't it?"

After a moment, Lilly hummed her answer around the popsicle. It was empowering and intensely arousing. She hoped the cool air chilled and dried the essence she felt weeping between the folds of her special place.

On her other hip, Cassy said, "Told you."

"Did you see those guys taking pictures of us?" Louise asked. "They are going home to jack off while looking at our fittas."

"Oh God!" Lilly whispered. "Do you think so?" There was a certain excitement to the thought. A man pleasuring himself while gazing at her was something she thought impossible a few months ago.

Holding her phone up to take a selfie, Cassy asked, "Can you blame them?" Lilly smiled and shook her head. She had gained so much confidence since meeting the Vatspalts.

"We will probably be on some perverted picture site two hours from now," said Louise. She pulled Lilly close and snapped a picture.

Cassy laughed and said, "With our fittas spread and these popsicles in our mouths? I bet our pics are already posted."

Now Lilly was nervous. She'd browsed many such sites and they were full of girls their ages. Then she wondered if someone she knew would recognize her. It was as if Louise had read her mind. "Don't worry about it, Lilly."

"What?"

"You're wearing nothing like what you wear around Palo Alto, your hair is different, you've got those big sunglasses on and there is a popsicle in front of your face. No one will ever know it's you. You are completely out of context from what everyone expects you to look like, especially your clothes."

Cassy added, "When guys look at pictures of a girl spreading her legs, they aren't paying attention to her face anyway."

"I hope so."

____

She did all of this without her parent's knowledge. She kept her most revealing clothing at Cassy's and most weekends - with her parent's permission - would simply spend the night there.

One afternoon, after enjoying a trip to Alcatraz Island, Uncle Lars had borrowed a large motor yacht from a client and they spent a lovely day touring San Francisco Bay. They had marveled at the enormous homes on Treasure Island and laughed hysterically when the boat encountered high seas as they passed under the Golden Gate Bridge.

The water calmed past the bridge as Uncle Lars steered the craft north, hugging the rugged but barren coastline. They anchored in a secluded cove for lunch, which was traditionally Swedish and included meatballs and a strong alcoholic beverage Daddy called schnapps. Lilly was mildly inebriated after her first.

Following lunch, Momma said she and Erik were going on the foredeck to sunbathe. Since Erik had helped prepare the meal, he was relieved from cleaning up. Momma said, "Girls, after you finish the dishes you can come out, too." Uncle Lars and Daddy retired to the parlor to play billiards.

When the dishes were clean, Louise decided to take a nap in one of the staterooms. Lilly excused herself to the restroom and when she returned, she found Cassy had gone but Momma and Erik had returned. They were pouring glasses of iced tea. "It's warm out there," said Mrs Vatspalt. Lilly wasn't surprised or bothered to see they were both nude; no one had considered bringing a bathing suit.

"Here, let me help." Lilly started to pull some glasses from the cabinet.

"Are you going to come out with us?" asked Erik.

"Sure."

Mrs. Vatspalt said, "We can get the tea, Lilly, if you'd like to undress and go find Cassy."

"Okay, thanks." She wasn't wearing much to begin with - her bra and panties were on the seat in the van - and it took only a moment to shed her sundress.

Erik said to his mother, "My chest is getting pink."

Mrs. Vatspalt looked over her son's body. "So is the rest of you. Lilly, can you get him while I finish?"

"Okay." Lilly grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from the counter and squirted the lotion into her hands. She started at the back of his neck and worked downward. The hours of soccer practice had toned him completely and the muscles beneath his smooth skin were hard. As always, touching him was a pleasant experience, especially when she worked the lotion over the firm cheeks of his bottom.

As Mrs. Vatspalt poured the tea, she said, "Louise told me about Josh."

Erik perked up. "Who's Josh? Is that Lilly's boyfriend?"

"Shush, Erik," said his mother. "I'm not speaking with you." There was hardness in her voice.

"Fine, fine." He waved a hand. "I was just asking."

Mrs. Vatspalt had finished pouring and stood next to Lilly. "Did you enjoy it?"

More excitement from Erik. "Enjoy what? What happened? Lilly, did you fuc...um...have sex with this guy?" He looked quickly to his mother, hoping he'd caught himself in time. "Who is he?"

"That will be enough from you." Momma slapped Erik's bottom. "Not another word."

Erik harrumphed.

Lilly didn't say anything but she looked to Mrs. Vatspalt and nodded. Mrs. Vatspalt pulled her close, their nude bodies crushed together, "I'm so proud of you." Lilly wasn't bothered by the embrace and returned the affection. Mrs. Vatspalt whispered in Lilly's ear as they hugged, "She told me of your desire to perform oral sex." Lilly tried to push away but Mrs. Vatspalt held her tight. "It's okay, Lilly. It's completely natural." Mrs. Vatspalt released her and Lilly looked into the woman's eyes. She was smiling and nodding her head and Lilly found she was, too. "It's another step," said Mrs. Vatspalt. "An important one."

"What step? What are you guys talking about?" asked Erik.

Lilly said, "It's none of your business. I'm talking to Momma." She had returned to applying sunscreen and had worked her way down to his ankles. "Turn around."

"I'd be very honored to show you, Lilly," Momma said.

Lilly had to think about that as she rubbed the lotion into Erik's chest. She asked, "You and Daddy?" She and Cassy had spied on Mr. and Mrs. Vatspalt having sex numerous times over the last few months and on several occasions Lilly had seen Mrs. Vatspalt suck her husband's cock until he came in her mouth.

"We would have no issue with that approach. But..." her eyes slid to Erik, "I had someone else in mind."

Lilly looked to Erik's sex. She was kneeling in front of him now, her hands working the lotion into his muscled thighs; his member swung heavily in her face. He had finally picked up on their discussion and was becoming hard. She watched its movement as she applied the lotion and determined there would be no shame in learning on him.

"I don't mind, Lilly," he said quietly and with respect. "It's how Cassy learned." Lilly stopped rubbing Erik's body. She was startled.

"I didn't know that, Erik," said his mother. "When did this happen?"

Erik's cheeks bloomed. "Before we left Sweden."

Mrs. Vatspalt smiled approvingly. "I'm glad you two did it together. I was worried she would teach herself with strangers."

Lilly had observed both sisters suck their brother's cock while preparing to shave him. Neither girl had not told her about actually giving Erik head. But as she thought about it for a moment, it made perfect sense. The Vatspalt's practical approach to sexuality would obviously lead to something like that happening. She made a mental note to ask Cassy about it.

Eyeing Erik's cock, Lilly put a finger to her lip as she thought. She was intensely curious and learning now would save her embarrassment later, when she really wanted to perform such an act on someone she liked. She knew the Vatspalt's would be respectful and supportive. Then she thought of Robby, his seed flowing into her mouth as she knelt in front of him. Lilly said, "Okay. I would like that."

Smiling radiantly, Momma said, "It's settled then," and went to her knees next to Lilly. "We'll go slowly, sweetheart." Patting Lilly's leg, she said, "Just take him into your mouth."

Lilly reached up to take hold of his penis and Mrs. Vatspalt stopped her. "No hands, honey. Just your mouth."

"How come?" She'd seen plenty of blow jobs on the internet and the girls always jacked the man off as they sucked his cock. As usual, Momma knew what she was thinking.

"Lots of girls use their hands to stimulate the shaft while just placing their mouth over the tip. In my opinion that's cheating both partners. She's taking the easy way out and not truly working to coax his orgasm with her mouth and he doesn't get to enjoy the proper experience."

"Okay." Lilly sized up her approach and dropped her head tentatively. Parting her lips, she scooped Erik's member into her mouth. Even though he wasn't completely hard, he filled her. The lotion was fragrant; his body smelling of coconut and butter. She instantly knew she enjoyed the feeling of a man's cock in her mouth. Between her legs, her special place stirred. Her heart rate began to elevate.

"Use your tongue to roll it, honey. Push it around your mouth. Feel it against your teeth and your cheeks. Explore and become familiar with it. This will arouse him." And it did. Erik stepped closer and Lilly's nose rubbed against the taut skin of his abdomen. She felt him grow and she gently bit upon it; his length descending past her molars.

"That's it Lilly. Now slowly pull back, keeping your lips sealed around the shaft. That's it, sweetie. You're doing great," said Mrs. Vatspalt. "When you feel the tip against your lips, stop. Good. Now flick your tongue against the bottom of the head a few times." Momma watched Lilly's mouth work and smiled. "Take a moment to release him." Erik's cock stood at full attention and bounced off his stomach. Her saliva made it shine and a thick drop of his essence pushed out from the tip.

"Now, honey," said Momma, "Place your tongue at the bottom of his testicles and lick upward. Good. That's very good. All the way to the tip and when you get to the top, slide your tongue all the way back down. That's excellent, sweetheart. When you get back to the top, pull him into your mouth and suck hard on the tip."

Lilly did as instructed and when she sucked the end of his dick, Erik groaned and took hold of her braided pigtails. He pulled her mouth down the length of his penis and Lilly gagged when the fattened tip pushed passed her uvula. He thrust his hips forward, forcing himself down her throat. Lilly's stomach lurched. Her eyes went wide and she pressed her palms against Erik's hips.

"Erik! Don't be so rough with her." There was an urgency to Mrs. Vatspalt's voice. "Let go of her hair."

Erik immediately released Lilly's pigtails. "Sorry, Momma."

Lilly pulled off him entirely. She was coughing and her eyes were watery. She sniffled and looked to Mrs. Vatspalt. "I'm sorry I did it wrong." She coughed again and started to cry.

"It's okay, sweetie. You were doing wonderfully." She held Lilly's face, using her thumbs to wipe away the tears. "Erik was only doing what comes naturally."

"I'm sorry, Lilly." His head was down and his cheeks were bright red. She knew he was being honest.

"It's okay. I'm sorry, too." Lilly saw that his penis had softened considerably. She'd failed and the moment was gone. She hitched and the tears started to flow again.

"Erik, just please don't grab her," said his mother. "At first, when girls are learning, they like it when boys are gentle. They have to go at their own pace."

"Yes, Momma. I'm sorry. Cassy and Louise like it when I do that. I thought Lilly would, too."

"Everyone is different." Mrs. Vatspalt looked at Lilly and back to her son. "Do you want to try again?"

Lilly eyed Erik's penis. It dripped with her saliva and it was both beautiful and, now, a little frightening.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," he said softly. He sounded dejected.

"That's right, Lilly," Mrs. Vatspalt said. "It's always your decision."

After a moment, Lilly said, "I want to keep going but..." The desire to make Erik climax in her mouth was powerful. She wanted the experience. She wanted to taste him. But he had been so forceful and strong. "I'm afraid." She hitched forward and fresh tears welled in her eyes. "I'm sorry I'm so terrible at this."

"Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for," said Momma. "This is all new and you're learning. The fact that you're so open to even trying says a lot about your desire to grow sexually and emotionally. Here, let me help you up." Lilly took the woman's hand as Erik stepped across the kitchen. His penis was small and limp and this made Lilly feel worse. She had failed and felt miserable.

There was a long silence as Lilly studied the floor. Finally, she drew up the courage. "Erik," she asked, "Can I talk to Momma alone?" He nodded and apologized again before grabbing the two glasses of tea and heading to the sun deck.

"Mrs. Vatspalt, can I ask you something?"

The woman's brow furrowed. "Uh oh, you didn't call me 'Momma.' This must be serious." She took a seat at the table. "Come here, Lilly. Sit with me." Lilly sat and Mrs. Vatspalt patted Lilly's hand, "You can ask me anything. You know that."

"I know. Thank you." Lilly considered how to approach the subject for a moment. Then she asked, "How old were you the first time you had sex?"

Mrs. Vatspalt looked at her thoughtfully. "I was eighteen the first time a boy penetrated me with his penis and climaxed inside me; a little younger than you," she said. "But what I did and how old I was when I did it has no bearing on this conversation, Lilly. You're asking because you think you're ready to have sex."

"I am," said Lilly. "I want to feel a guy's penis inside me."

Mrs. Vatspalt said, "Didn't that just happen?"

Lilly nodded. She understood. "Yes, but my mouth is different. I want him to ejaculate inside my vagina." Ejaculate and vagina were not words Lilly would use around her contemporaries; she had a potty mouth like every other person her age. But she knew that referring to her special place as her fitta, and the act as coming wouldn't sit well with Mrs. Vatspalt. Sex and sexuality were an open topic in their home but Cassy's parents insisted that it not be denigrated with slang or inappropriate language. It was this honesty that made it comfortable for Lilly to be naked with them, literally and figuratively.

"Penile penetration of your vagina for the first time is a beautiful experience, honey. It really is," said Mrs. Vatspalt. "The closeness and intimacy of allowing a man inside your body is something you never forget. Once you get past your nervousness and are comfortable in your abilities as a lover, you will emotionally and physically crave the feeling of it more and more."

Lilly doubted she could crave it anymore than she felt now.

"The feeling of it within you is...incredibly satisfying. Your vagina is filled, your labia melding to his contours as he pushes deeper into your body. And his climax is...well...kind of like a hot river coursing through your womb." She was smiling warmly, clearly thinking back. "There is a connection between your naked bodies that is simply delectable."

"Will you tell me about it? About your first time?" Lilly asked. The welcome liquid warmth seeped from her special place and there was no embarrassment when she parted her thighs to look at her sex.

"Maybe someday, honey." Mrs. Vatspalt covered Lilly's hands with hers. "But why are you so anxious? You have plenty of time."

Lilly shrugged. Finally she said, "Because I'm ready."

Mrs. Vatspalt made a face and Lilly knew she'd made a mistake. The woman said, "I think you still have some growing to do."

Lilly cocked her head. "How so?"

The woman didn't say anything for a moment. Then she stood and walked to the bank of cabinets on the far wall. "Hop up on the table, honey. I want to show you something." Lilly wasn't sure what Cassy's mother was up to but she stood and scooted up onto the table. Mrs. Vatspalt found what she was looking for and when she turned around, Lilly saw the woman holding a plastic condiment bottle filled with a light-yellow liquid. There was something handwritten in black letters across the face. The top of the bottle had a narrow nozzle about three inches in length that culminated in a small opening. "Lye back, sweetie, and put your feet on the table." Curious, Lilly obeyd, resting on her elbows so she could watch. Mrs. Vatspalt held up the bottle. "You have to spread your legs, honey. I won't hurt you, I promise. It's just grapeseed oil."

"Sorry." She didn't know what grapeseed oil was but allowing Momma access to her fitta wasn't of any concern. Lilly set her ankles far apart and let her knees fall open.

"Good girl." Lilly sighed; she liked being a good girl.

Mrs. Vatspalt gently shoved the nozzle into her special place. It was small and Lilly's fitta was damp; it caused no discomfort as she thrust. "What can happen when a boy ejaculates inside your vagina?" She squeezed the bottle, forcefully injecting the oil.

It was yet another wonderful first. Lilly yipped and bucked on the table as her vale filled; her breasts jumped. Mrs. Vatspalt pushed the bottle deeper to keep it from dislodging and placed her other hand atop Lilly's mons, applying pressure to keep her in place. "Don't close your legs, Lilly. Lye still. Just a little more." Lilly struggled against the pressure, tightening her muscles down there to stem the tide and gripping the table's edge. She threw her head back and grunted with the effort until it was simply impossible to hold back. Gasping, she let go and the oil purged from her womb, streaming from her lower lips and into the fold of her bottom, before spilling out onto the table.

Mrs. Vatspalt finally withdrew the bottle. She set it aside and gently rubbed her palm against Lilly's special place, which felt wonderful. The oil was warm and slick and very pleasant against her skin. Breathing hard and feeling like a complete idiot, Mrs. Vatspalt had made her point. Lilly said, "I could get pregnant."

"Right."

"I knew that."

"I know you did, honey. Now be still while I clean you up."

Slightly dazed, Lilly lay back on the table, staring at the teakwood ceiling as the oil dribbled from her fitta. Mrs. Vatspalt dabbed a warm, wet towel between her thighs. "But I am ready," she said plaintively as she absently twirled a finger around her nipple.

"Really? You want to become a mother at 19?"

Lilly huffed as the woman pushed the cloth into her special place. "No, of course not."

"Turn over and get on your hands and knees." Lilly did as she was told and Mrs. Vatspalt dabbed the towel over the cheeks of her bottom before delving deeper into the pleat, her finger ultimately pushing the terrycloth into Lilly's stanga. "I need you to spread your legs wider."

"Okay." Grunting, Lilly was pushed forward by the woman's insistent probing and when she finished she sat back at the table. Lilly slid forward and rolled over to once again face the ceiling, sprawling across the table, her knees akimbo. Finally, Mrs. Vatspalt grasped Lilly's pinky and said, "Honey, you have options."

Lilly harrumphed. "I know. The boy could wear a condom."

"Yes, that's one approach. But I think what you really want to experience is his ejaculate inside your vagina."

Lilly nodded. "Very much."

"Louise told me that you wanted more from Josh. And I could see your earnest approach with Erick," said Mrs. Vatspalt. "You enjoy the feeling of it, don't you?"

Lilly placed a hand on her tummy and Mrs Vatspalt placed her hand atop Lilly's. "It tastes good and makes me feel..." she struggled to find the word and finally boiled it down to, 'wonderful.'"

"I know exactly how you feel, sweetie." She stroked Lilly's hair. "It's so different from how our bodies react to an orgasm." She chuckled. "I wouldn't want to be a man or have a penis, but the fact that their climaxes produce all the feelings we enjoy combined with the forceful ejaculation of sperm is very alluring isn't it?"

She looked at Mrs. Vatspalt, her eyes wide. "I don't think I would ever be able to explain any better. That's it, exactly."

"Consuming it - orally, vaginally or anally - is incredibly satisfying." The woman pouted. "And a condom won't allow that. You and I both know that."

Lilly nodded. The idea of such an impersonal experience was of no interest. On the internet, she'd researched the task of fitting a condom over a hardened cock. It was embarrassing and she felt sorry for guys that had to endure the humiliation.

Mrs. Vatspalt waggled the bottle. "You could make do with this. It's not real, of course, but the sensation is similar." Mrs. Vatspalt considered the bottle. "Actually, since you control the pressure and the amount, it's kind of interesting to think about." Lilly looked at her with a bored expression and the woman laughed. "I know, I know, not what you were hoping for."

"No, not even close. I want the closeness of him near me. I want to smell him and feel him."

"No toy will ever replace being with a man, honey, I know that," said Mrs. Vatspalt. Thinking for a moment, she finally said, "When I was your age..."

"What?"

"On the day of my eighteenth birthday, my mother took me to see her gynecologist, who put me on birth control. I did the same for Louise and Cassy when they turned 18."

Lilly frowned."I have to tell my mother to make a doctor's appointment, don't I?" She realized she'd be a virgin forever; she could never talk to her mother about something so personal.

"Not necessarily," said Mrs. Vatspalt. "At your age, you can go by yourself or you can take someone with you."

"I've never seen a gynecologist."

It made her nervous and Mrs. Vatspalt could see this. She said, "There is nothing to be afraid of, Lilly."

"I wouldn't even know who to call. What does it cost?"

"It depends on the health insurance your parents have." This startled Lilly.

"Would my parents find out?"

Mrs. Vatspalt nodded. "They would, in as much as they may receive a bill in the mail."

Lilly was shaking her head. "No way. They would kill me if they found out I was on birth control."

Cassy's mother considered and finally said, "I could take you to see my gynecologist. Louise and Cassy see him as well," she said. "Doctor Malstrom is from Sweden but he has an office in Menlo Park."

Menlo Park was outside of Palo Alto and Lilly thought the chances of running into a classmate were slim. "How much would it cost?"

Mrs. Vatspalt shook her head. "Nothing. He would see you as a favor to me."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

She hugged Mrs. Vatspalt. "Thank you."

Now Mrs. Vatspalt looked concerned. "Hold on young lady. Going on birth control doesn't mean you're ready to have sex. You do remember what we talked about in my bedroom, don't you?"

Lilly looked sullen. "I have to be ready emotionally. I know."

"Honey, I can't prevent you from having sex. In fact, the opposite is true. I want you to experience the joy and passion sex provides. But I do hope you will take your time so that you will clearly recognize the moment when it's right for you."

Lilly didn't say anything. Looking at herself, she said, "I'm still all oily, I'm going to take a shower."

____

Thirty minutes later, Lilly strolled back into the kitchen on her way to the sun deck. Her hair was wet and she hadn't bothered to dry herself as the day was warm. She had masturbated in the shower and felt serenely relaxed.

Momma was still there, tidying up the mess she and Lilly had made. Uncle Lars was leaning against the counter and talking quietly with his sister. He stood naked and was rubbing sunscreen over his broad shoulders. By now, Lilly had seen all of the men naked many times over the last few weeks as they all regularly sunbathed nude around the Vatspalt's pool. Even so, she was always struck by the powerful beauty of their kuks and balls and she wasn't shy about taking another lingering look at him now. But aside from his manhood, he was just an attractive man. His strong jawline highlighted a sweet smile and his longish blonde hair fell across his dark blue eyes.

Momma said, "I was just telling Uncle Lars about what happened with Erik."

Lilly looked at the floor, ashamed. "I'm sorry."

He laughed, "I think you know by now that you have nothing to be sorry for."

Lilly nodded but kept her eyes down. "It felt like I was trapped," she said. "I choked."

"That's just a natural reaction," he said, "when you have something large jammed down your throat." His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Just so you know, Lilly, a guy likes it when the girl chokes or gags on his penis."

She looked at him quizzically. "They do?" Lilly felt that she'd ruined the moment when it happened.

Nodding, he said, "The act of kneeling before a man and taking his penis in your mouth is, symbolically, very submissive on your behalf. He is exerting his power over you and when you choke it's an indication to him of that power."

"Kneeling in front of a man is a very subordinate position for the woman," Momma noted.

Uncle Lars took a sip of tea and continued. "He stands above you and is in a commanding position, similar to the old paintings you see of kings standing on raised balconies above their fiefdoms, their peasants kneeling before them. But when she kneels before him to perform oral sex, and he thrusts forward, he is quite literally stabbing her in the face with his penis. That she willingly allows this to take place represents her passivity and acceptance of his dominance over her." He took another drink. "At least that's one way of interpreting it."

Thinking back on her time with Josh and now Erik, Lilly couldn't see another way of looking at it and she asked, "Is there another interpretation?"

"Yes," he said. "You could easily make the argument that the woman actually holds all the power. She controls the situation entirely. He has to be content with only releasing his sperm into her mouth, which is something he has no control over. She dictates everything and all he can do is respond by what comes naturally, which is, obviously uncontrolled."

Lilly was right back to where she always found herself when it came to the Vatspalt's and sex: clueless. But he made an excellent point. "I see what you mean."

"That's another step," said Mrs. Vatspalt. She smiled at Lilly.

He said, "In a healthy sexual relationship, dominance and supplication can be freely transferred between all parties."

"When I mount Daddy," Mrs. Vatspalt said, "I am exerting power over him. It's through my movements on his penis that allows him to ejaculate."

Lilly was taken aback. She had never thought about it from that perspective. Uncle Lars was nodding. "But it can go both ways. Sometimes a man will exert the power, such as Erik did when he pulled you onto his penis and thrust his hips. However, what if he only stood there and you pushed your mouth over it? Wouldn't that be an entirely different perspective to the same situation?"

"Huh," Lilly said, "I see what you mean."

Mrs. Vatspalt said, "I hope Erik's approach didn't scare you, Lilly. Orally stimulating the genitals is one of the most enjoyable aspects of sex." She whispered, "And having a big penis in your mouth always feels good." She winked at Lilly, who grinned in response.

"Did you enjoy Erick's penis in your mouth," asked Uncle Lars. Lilly nodded and looked at his manhood. Like Daddy and Erick, Uncle Lars was shaved smooth. Even soft, the fattened, dark veins stood out as they ran down the thick shaft and his balls hung low on each side of it like a heavy sack carrying two large gems. His skin was tanned and smooth and he didn't have much body hair. He shifted his weight and the rosey circumcised tip bumped against his toned thighs. He was a beautiful man physically. But he was also kind and thoughtful and non-threatening. He was generous and intelligent and it was obvious he cared for her; if not physically, at least emotionally.

Looking at Lilly, he slowly scooped his manhood and balls in one large hand, a generous number of inches hung past his clenched fingers and his testicles dangled between them. Nothing was said between them for some time.

"Do you enjoy looking at Uncle Lars' penis?" Momma asked.

Lilly nodded, never taking her eyes from his quickly growing kuk, she licked her lips. "I think it's beautiful."

He was not embarrassed to touch himself in front of her and Lilly became intensely aroused. "It makes me feel good that you enjoy looking at it," he said. He ran his finger from the plump head, down the shaft and finally over his balls before taking it in his hand once again.

Eyeing Lilly, Momma said, "I think you should try again."

"I will," she said, "Someday." Lilly unconsciously licked her lips again.

"How about now," said Momma. She was smiling at her brother.

Lilly said nothing as she gazed at Uncle Lars' growing manhood. He let go of himself and it slapped against his leg with considerable weight. The open approach the Vatspalt's took regarding sex made Lilly feel secure. It reminded her of her first gymnastics coach. She still remembered the woman's words: "Failure isn't really failing. It's learning."

Lilly said, "I would like that." She took a step toward Uncle Lars.

"Then let's start again," Mrs. Vatspalt repeated as she knelt in front of her brother, taking Lilly by the hand and guiding her to the floor. "But this time, Lilly, try this." Mrs. Vatspalt leaned forward, her hand taking hold of his drooping sack. She worked her fingers between his testicles and presented one to Lilly's mouth. "It may be easier if you start small."

Lilly liked this approach and she eagerly dipped her head lower. Pulling his left testicle into her mouth, she immediately realized it was easier than accommodating Erik's penis. It was like eating a large cherry tomato. Using her tongue, she rolled it in her cheeks and sucked at it fervently. His skin was supple and a little salty tasting.

Uncle Lars hitched forward, small creases forming on his forehead. Lilly released it and licked the loose skin between them before pulling the other one into her mouth. She nibbled it lightly and smiled up at him. He smiled back and caressed her cheek.

"Be gentle, but purposeful," said Mrs. Vatspalt. She offered more advice and then went quiet, allowing Lilly to focus on the task at hand; letting her conduct her own research.

Lilly went from one to the other, laying her tongue flat against the wrinkled pocket, licking from back to front, Uncle Lars' penis laying heavily across her face. With effort, she managed to consume them both at once, her eyes on his, flicking her tongue from one to the other and using it to press them against the roof of her mouth as she suckled. He tasted good and she smiled around her meal.

"That's terrific, Lilly," said Mrs. Vatspalt. "Look how aroused you've made him." His kuk pointed strongly upward, the tip pressing to his abdominal muscles above his belly button.

As she worked, Lilly realized how excited she'd become. The warm, welcoming fluid seeped from her special place and she wanted to touch herself. But she thought it would be selfish and wrapped her hands around Uncle Lars' hips instead. She felt his fruits start to recede as his erection grew and she sucked at them with force, finally clamping her teeth at the top of his sack to keep them from escaping. When she did this, his stomach lurched again and his hand twisted into her hair, but he did not pull her off.

"Are you ready to try again?" asked Mrs. Vatspalt? Still attached to his testicles, Lilly nodded.

Mrs. Vatspalt smiled and without waiting for further approval, Lilly released his fruits and quickly swallowed as much of his dick as she could. Her mouth filled with saliva and it coated the thick, roughly veined shaft. Uncle Lars closed his eyes so she looked to Mrs. Vatspalt for direction.

"Good girl. Now just bob your head gently. Suck as you move forward, then release as you pull back," said Mrs. Vatspalt. "Run your tongue around it. It's okay to bite, but be gentle."

Mrs. Vatspalt took a hold of her pigtails, gently gliding, forcing her to accept more of Uncle Lars' kuk with each forward thrust. "Breath through your nose, Lilly. That will help to prevent the gagging reflex." She tried pulling Lilly free and Lilly strained against it hungrily, her nails digging into his taught buttox. "Just the tip now, sweetie. Good. Suck and nibble and lick." Lilly obeyed and she could tell he was close. He was sweating and groaning as she applied suction to his shaft. Her saliva had grown thick and salty with his extract.

"Now all the way in."

Lilly's head was pushed forward forcefully, Uncle Lars' dick ramming into the back of her throat and then further down her neck. Lilly gagged and tried to pull back but Mrs. Vatspalt was strong and held her in place. "You can do this, honey. Open your throat." And then Lilly took a deep breath through her nose. The retching sensation subsided. Tears filled her eyes and she gagged again; as much on his kuk as her own saliva. But Mrs. Vatspalt held her in place, "Swallow it, sweety. Pull him down your throat." Lilly willed her throat to open and sucked and released and sucked and released, the muscles in her neck constricting tightly on his shaft; breathing quickly through her nose. She was doing it! Her face pressed against his abdomen; his manhood deep inside her neck. She made gurgling, slurping noises as she diligently worked.

After a moment, Mrs. Vatspalt released her and now Lilly was moving on her own; quickly bobbing her head, swallowing Uncle Lars entirely and then pulling off. Her tongue encircling his girth, her lips a tight seal around the shaft. She, too, was sweating and her breasts heaved, slapping against his thighs. Thick ropes of sticky saliva dripped from her mouth and onto her breasts, the floor and even his legs.

He was fully inserted into her mouth, the tip of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, when his eruption came without warning. Uncle Lars shuddered and his essence shot forcefully down Lilly's neck. It felt like she was drowning and she pulled off him entirely; a fount of his ejaculate spurting from her mouth and his cock. It splashed on her face and her breasts and on Mrs. Vatspalt's breasts as well. Lilly was coughing and gasping for air. Momma laughed and hugged Lilly. "You did it, sweetheart! You did it! I'm so proud of you."

Lilly was smiling too. "I did it!" The salty extract coated her throat and warmed her belly. "Thank you for helping me." Uncle Lars had staggered back and was leaning against the cabinet, sweat rolling down his face and chest. He was breathing heavily, his penis glistened and was still standing at attention.

They all caught their breath for a moment.

"Here, I know it's sticky. Let me help." Mrs. Vatspalt used her thumb to push the droplets of his seed that had splashed onto Lilly's face into her mouth. Next, she scooped the larger blobs from Lilly's breasts into her palms and presented them. Looking up to him, Lilly drank and slurpled from the woman's hand.

"Let me take care of this," Momma said, then slowly licked the remaining residue clean from Lilly's flesh, gently sucking her nipples as she did so. It felt wonderful and natural and Lilly pushed Mrs. Vatspalt's face to her breasts. "God," she whispered as Uncle Lars watched them.

In another moment, Lilly's skin gleamed and her nipples were pointed stubs. She was intensely aroused and she leaned forward, paying Mrs. Vatspalt the same courtesy; licking and consuming the hardening ejaculate from the woman's breasts.

It was another first.

Months ago, she would have shuddered at the thought of licking a girl's breasts, much less those of a woman Mrs. Vatspalt's age. But here, on this boat, with this family, there was nothing wrong with taking such action. And Lilly enjoyed herself. She didn't feel self-conscious or rushed. She took her time and pondered Momma's conical nipples languidly; her tongue flicking, her mouth gently sucking; raising the flesh and hardening the creamy nubs. Cassy's mother was encouraging and loving. She pressed Lilly to her flesh, as a mother would her newborn. When Lilly finished, Momma said, "Do you have anything to say, sweetie?"

Lilly looked up to Uncle Lars with a smile. "Thank you," she said.

He replied in kind and added, "I made you choke." His penis remained hard and he stroked it absently. Lilly didn't want to stop looking at it. She'd accomplished something important this afternoon; had taken another step to becoming sophisticated and mature. But she quickly realized she wanted more. She wanted to fuck him...badly.

"It's okay. I kind of liked it." Then she thought and said, "That's not true, Uncle Lars. I liked it a lot. I really liked it. I'm just sorry I didn't swallow it all." And she wasn't lying. The act of pleasuring him with her mouth had been intensely enjoyable. It felt right and she loved him for allowing her to learn from him, even if it hadn't been perfect.

He blushed and smiled and his sister said, "That's terrific, Lilly. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Lilly nodded and they talked about it some more; laughing at some parts until Uncle Lars excused himself to join Erik and Cassy on the sun deck.

"Come with me, honey," Momma said, taking Lilly by the hand. "I want you to show Daddy what you learned."

"Yes, Momma."