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Abbie's Summer

by abigailc 06/07/12

This is my story, albeit considerably elaborated and condensed in time. My partner, a wonderful, tolerant and creative man, has written it with my help... and a sexy tale it is, even if I say so myself!

This is a true account of my deep, passionate involvement with two people at the same time – my then boyfriend and his wild, wonderful step-sister – during an idyllic summer holiday in 1993 at a remote beachside house in the North Island of New Zealand. The earlier encounter with my physiology tutor and the subsequent adventures of all four of us when we went clubbing together in Auckland are also true.

I will never forget that summer; it was a turning point in my life. Looking back, I confess that I was a rather uptight young medical student beforehand, but in the company of my two lovers I was quickly transformed into a much more open, adventurous and loving person. I am forever grateful to David and Lara (not their real names, for obvious reasons!) for unlocking my inhibitions and helping me find myself as a woman.

I had a sexual and emotional epiphany that summer, and to this day I remain (*blush*) an unremitted 'analoholic'.



Abigail C




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1



Abbie awoke with a smile on her face. It was a warm day in early summer and the sun was streaming into her upstairs bedroom. Lying naked in bed, she stretched languidly, and as she did so the sheet slid across her chest, causing a pleasant tingling, followed by tautening, in her nipples. Her mild arousal instantly triggered the delicious memory of the previous night's hot and heavy phone sex with David, her boyfriend – a first for her. She had enjoyed two rapturous climaxes while she and David talked dirty to each other. Afterward, she had drifted off to sleep, one hand still between her legs. Sleeping naked was not something she normally did. There wasn't a lot of privacy when sharing a flat with three other university students, and besides, Abbie thought – until recently, let's face it, she'd been too inhibited to experiment with such sensual delights.

Today, though, she was alone in her Christchurch flat. Everyone else had headed back to his or her hometown for the long summer holiday. She was the last of all her friends to finish her exams; David had returned home to Auckland over a week ago. Although her 19-year-old heart ached for her boyfriend, she felt happy in a way she had never experienced before. She was relishing her independence, and the summer ahead held promise of adventure. For the first time in her life she wouldn't be spending the whole holiday period with her family in the small South Island town where she had grown up. Her plan was to head back to her parents' home until after Christmas, and then, in January, head off to join her boyfriend. Abbie had been invited to spend the rest of the summer with David and his family at their coastal holiday home on a farm in the Coromandel.

She bounced out of bed, drew the curtains and stood in a pool of warm sunshine, checking herself out in the full-length mirror. By any standards, she was stunningly attractive - although until she met David she had scarcely acknowledged this to herself. Her conservative Christian upbringing and high intelligence had combined to produce a young woman who was more focussed on her studies than on exploring her sexuality. She wasn't prudish or ignorant about sex, and was aware that her looks could easily turn heads. It was just that after putting up with years of panting attention from spotty, zealous Bible Class youths she had learned (without being specifically conscious of this) to dress and behave in a way that played down her attractiveness.

Leaving home and living in a university town, with lots of social activities and ready access to alcohol and soft drugs, had opened her eyes to different attitudes and ways of life. While Abbie remained a diligent student she had gradually learnt to relax more and to have fun. Slowly, an identity as a desirable young woman began to form. She had discovered the joys of masturbation only after coming to university, and now could scarcely believe that she had missed out on such pleasure for so long. Earlier that year she had developed a secret crush on one of her tutors, after which she found herself craving an orgasm almost daily.

Late one night, upon crashing into Abbie's bed after a party, Abbie and her flat-mate Lisa shared their fantasies about guys. It felt so right when the two best friends progressed to passionate kisses, then to masturbating together. Next morning Abbie was horribly embarrassed, but Lisa smiled and hugged her reassuringly. Later that day Abbie received a present from Lisa - a large purple vibrator tied up with a ribbon. She also discreetly disposed of Abbie's sensible underwear and saw to it that her friend's summer wardrobe had a makeover.

And then, one month ago, David's arrival in her life had been like a seismic jolt. They met at a bar, where they were each drinking with a separate group of friends. Abbie usually scorned engineering students due to their reputation as mindless jocks but she had to revise her prejudice after meeting David. He stood out because of his friendly and confident smile, his considerateness, his intelligence. A tall, muscular body, untidy blond hair and rugged blue-eyed good looks were an added bonus. The chemistry between them was immediate and powerful; there was a raw physical attraction that they both sensed would be life changing.

On their first night together David took Abbie's breath away when they kissed and explored each other's bodies; on the second night they made love until dawn. David proved to be skilled and passionate. On this, her first real grown-up sexual experience with a man, Abbie felt her inhibitions melting away and she responded with ever-growing ardour, experiencing climax after climax. She spread her thighs and opened her heart simultaneously - feeling wondrously abandoned as she pushed up her pelvis to meet his mouth while he feasted on her pussy; delighting in his eager virility, his hard, naked body, the sight and taste of his cock as she sucked him; purring inwardly like a cat as he fucked her, wrapping her legs around him, riding him, fucking him back...

Unfortunately, since that great beginning their times together had been fleeting and rushed due to demands of study and encroaching exams. Now, Abbie thought to herself with a smile – soon it would be time for her sensual education to continue.

Abbie regarded herself critically in the mirror: average height, 51kg ... big brown eyes, with long lashes ... shoulder length chestnut hair, tousled but shining in the sunlight ... clear skin, full lips ... perfectly formed pert breasts, medium sized, with slightly puffy areoles and prominent, rosy nipples ... softly rounded belly, with a jewelled stud in her navel (not yet disclosed to her parents) ... narrow waist ... long, shapely legs ... pretty ankles and feet. She frowned as she noticed how much her pubic bush had grown since her last shave; then she turned, checking out her cute round ass and smiling as she remembered how much David loved to watch it as she walked.

She stepped into the shower, razor in hand, and tended to her underarms and legs before focussing on her pussy hair. She shaved her mound smooth, leaving just a little fuzzy strip of auburn hair; then she squatted to tend to the hair around her vagina and anus. Rinsing off with the showerhead, Abbie's pussy began to tingle as the hot jets of water played over her labia, which were now pouting open, as she remained squatting. Arousal coursed through her body making her cheeks flush.

She reached for the shower gel and smeared it over her breasts and belly, and downward to her beautiful smooth pussy. Her fingers began to slowly stroke her private folds and over and around her clit. She closed her eyes and let her middle finger slide lower, further, allowing it to tease and press the sensitive skin around her puckered anal rosebud. Abbie had always secretly enjoyed washing herself there but had never consciously allowed herself to think of her ass as an erogenous zone. Now though, it felt deliciously naughty to let her fingertip slip just a tiny way inside...

Abbie was very turned on. With trembling hands she squirted more gel onto her fingers and soaped her ass cheeks and the cleft between them. Her heart was pounding as she leaned forward, resting her head against the shower wall, and sank to her knees. A soapy middle finger slid between her legs to her waiting anus. Her other hand flew to her clit, urgently stroking now. Slowly, breathing raggedly, she pressed her finger to her asshole, felt herself twitch momentarily in token resistance, and then gasped with pleasure as she felt herself open up, allowing her virgin back door to be penetrated. Eyes closed, her sensual instincts took over, and she rocked her hips so that her invading finger was now gently fucking her anal passage. It was so easy to let her finger slide deeply inside her, little by little, until it was buried as far as it could go.

Somehow, though, this didn't seem enough. She trembled, and her cheeks burned. Abbie withdrew her finger, applied more gel and pressed two soapy fingers to her crinkled opening. Her outer ring muscle yielded immediately, but then she felt a tight resistance as her fingers pressed against the inner ring. Eyes closed, panting, she concentrated on relaxing as her probing fingers pressed inward; she felt a hot stinging sensation, not exactly pain, and a little sob escaped her lips as her fingers succeeded in deeply penetrating her ass. A moment later, with a hot rush, her orgasm washed over her. Abbie's pussy and asshole clenched again and again; her climax was intense and prolonged.

"Oh fuck, yeah..." she sighed, overcome with her delightfully perverted newfound pleasure.

Later, as she dressed in snug jeans and t-shirt, she was deliciously aware of a leftover tingling/stinging feeling in her bottom and realised she was still horny. She felt warm, alive, bold...

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