Message-ID: <20798eli$9903270432@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Beba-Fun Subject: A New Dawn - Part 2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7dh577$mmo$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Dawn just sat and stared at me, trying to make sure she had heard me correctly, and understand what I meant by it. Susan caught on a lot more quickly. "You mean......Dawn.....and you....as a stake ?" Susan stuttered out her sentence. "Surely you can't expect her to....well, you know." "Listen Susan, I'm not 'expecting' anything. You're reaction shows that Dawn really does mean everything to you, and according to Dawn that's the value to you of my stake. You are only willing to take the money if you win it fair and square. You've pretty much set the stakes yourself, and it's completely up to you if you want to take the bet. I'm not going to push you into anything, it's your decision totally. Though I have to say that the potential winnings certainly interest me very much." With my cards well and truly on the table, Susan and Dawn sat in silence taking, in what had been proposed. Susan took a long drink from her glass. I sat back in my seat, and this time I openly looked Dawn up and down slowly, undressing her with my eyes as I went. "Very much." I repeated, and smiled faintly as Dawn looked back at me, before I let my eyes drop to her legs and stockings once more. Dawn realised what had happened to her skirt, and what I was staring at. Once again, she blushed, more deeply this time, and went to adjust her garments. As I looked at her, our eyes met again and I shook my head slowly and mouthed 'no' to her. Her hands stopped as they gripped the edge of her skirt, unsure what to do next. She looked over at her mother, who clearly wasn't aware of our private peepshow, then back at me. Five or six seconds passed while Dawn, with her skirt held in her hands, stared at me as she considered what to do and what her actions would mean. Slowly, she let go of the edge of her skirt without moving it, and put her hands back to their previous position. She was now deliberately exposing herself to me. Despite her youth and the heated situation, or perhaps because of these who knows, Dawn was now clearly aroused by the attention she was receiving, as her tightly covered breasts were now clearing showing rapidly hardening nipples. This was self-perpetuating too, because she was aware of it happening and knew that I would be able to easily see them, turning her on more. I couldn't help but think how damp she may be getting too. I could see she was turned on and she knew it; I wanted her and she knew it; she wanted me to see and we both knew it. She swallowed nervously, and turned to her mother for a reaction to my last statement, hoping that she could calm the horny feelings inside her. She couldn't! She’d never felt more turned on, or been wetter in her entire life and she wasn’t entirely sure why. Susan put her empty glass back on the table, with a clear look of resolution in her eyes. She spoke more assuredly again. "Well Adam, even if I could consider such an outrageous wager, I couldn't offer my daughter to you against her will. I'm pretty sure she's a virgin, and knows little of sex, so she'd be in no position to decide for herself. I'm sure you understand that this makes the matter out of the question, as much as we need the money. I couldn't make that sort of decision for her, and as I said, I don't think she can make it either. I wish there were another answer or another way, but...." I interrupted her once again. "Tell me Susan", I prompted, "what is an obvious sign of sexual arousal in a woman ?" "What ?" she asked, slightly confused by my question. "Well, how could I tell if a woman was sexually mature enough to be really turned on ?" "Err...", Susan said quietly, "..well I suppose the most obvious one is erect nipples. But I don't understand what...." "And if I were to point out that arousal to a third party, do you think they'd be embarrassed ?" "Of course they would.", replied Susan, "What's your point ?" "Oh it's not my 'point' that's the issue Susan" , I said, amused by the pun, "it's your daughter's 'points' that are of interest to us here." Susan looked at me slightly bemused, but as she turned to Dawn, her look changed to one of surprise. Her daughter was blushing and looking slightly nervous. It was only a split second before she spotted Dawn's erect nipples pushing hard against the thin vest top. While Susan was realising that her daughter was, by her own definition, clearly both turned on and sexually mature, I thought I’d take a chance and try to push the point home. "So Susan, if a woman was *really* aroused, what very intimate sign would there be ?" She glanced at me for a second before resuming the appraisal of Dawn's excited state, because she knew the answer immediately and wanted an answer to it as much as I did. "I suppose......she'd be......wet...down there." Susan said, both as an answer to me, and a question to Dawn. Dawn's response was her blush changing to an even deeper crimson, and the slight lowering of her head in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. We all knew that was the most positive answer to Susan's question, and Dawn nodded very slightly as final confirmation. My earlier thoughts about her wetness were delightfully confirmed, and Susan's line of reasoning against the wager was effectively gone. She realised that while we’d been talking about the possibility of Dawn getting screwed, her daughter had become really horny, to the point of becoming wet! I think that Dawn would have fucked me then and there if her mother had said it was okay, with or without the bet, and Susan knew it. She also now knew that the decision wasn’t just hers, but Dawn’s as well. All I needed now was for Dawn to agree, and I knew that Susan would follow her lead. The next minute or so would decide the whole thing one way or another, so I thought I’d play all my cards at once. I turned to Dawn, a gorgeous sight with her erect nipples, lush legs and stockings on show, speaking gently to her. If I was reading this well, by the time I’d stopped talking they would both want the wager for sure. "I suppose that allowing your skirt to ride up to your stocking tops, and deliberately leaving it there, knowing that someone is watching you, is a pretty good sign that your horny too. Isn't it Dawn ?" "Yes Adam ", replied Dawn quietly, "it definitely is." Susan didn't need to look under the table for confirmation. She knew that Dawn was exposed exactly as I had just described "In fact", I continued, "if someone was *that* horny, I bet they'd like to show off even more. I would think they'd probably love to have their skirt *past* their stocking tops, wouldn't you Dawn ?" I took a slight gamble on just how aroused Dawn was, and that it was the exhibitionist streak in her that was the main reason for her excited state, not just the heated situation and her inexperience. If I was right and that was the reason, I would know very soon, and could be rewarded with an excellent view of even more of Dawn's hidden secrets. After a slight pause, Dawn looked up briefly at her mum, then at me and said "I would think so too." She moved her hands down past the edge of the table, out of her Susan's view. Slowly, she slid the skirt up past her stocking tops, until the creamy flesh of her young thighs was exposed. She stopped with about an inch of skin showing and put her hands back on the table. What a fantastic view I now had of her young stocking-clad athletic legs, sitting only inches away. I now also knew that only inches higher was a tiny amount of wet fabric covering an even wetter, hot virgin pussy. "I thought as much", I said. Susan sat in silence watching her daughter willingly expose herself, not through persuasion, but purely through the sexual gratification it was giving her. She was positive that Dawn's nipples had grown larger as she saw her hands disappeared out of view. She watched her daughter shuffle slightly on her seat, knowing what she was doing and what I was now seeing. She couldn't believe it. Her daughter was pulling her skirt up so a relative stranger could see her in all her glory, and the embarrassed glow of moments ago was now turning to one of serious sexual arousal. Susan saw now that Dawn really was a woman despite her tender age. Looking at her face as she finished pulling up her skirt, she realised just how much pleasure her daughter was getting from this. With this realisation, and the lewdness of her previous conversation with me, Susan became aware that Dawn was not the only one with a dampness in her crotch. Under normal circumstances, the thought of someone doing anything sexual with her virgin daughter would have angered her at least a little. But these weren't ordinary circumstances, she knew her daughter had become a woman, and now she was horny too! "Very nice Dawn.", I said softly, looking at every inch of naked skin, "You're a very sexy young woman you know." "Thanks", was all she could manage to get out. Her voice was so full of sexual tension that I think if I had just *said* the word 'fuck', she would have cum in her seat. It was one of the most appealing things I've seen in a long time. A young lady willingly exposing herself to me, clearly very aroused indeed, as her nipples demonstrated, and right on the edge of simply cumming in front of both myself and her mother. "So", I said, turning to Susan again, "it appears that your reasoning doesn't stand up to close scrutiny. Your daughter clearly knows enough about sex to get her kicks, and know exactly what she wants. She was mature enough to make a decision about her sexuality, and it was clearly what she wanted because she's within a fraction of an inch or cumming right where she's sitting. So now what do we do ?" Susan had already come to the same conclusions herself, and had little idea how to deal with what was happening. The fact that she was now wet and aroused herself wasn't helping her thinking process either. She could barely think straight as she got more and more turned on by lurid thoughts. "Err...I....", stammered Susan totally flustered, "..err....suppose it's up to Dawn really. She's shown she can make her own decisions. It's her virginity that's on the line, I suppose it's her choice really." "It's up to you then Dawn. As you're mother rightly said, it's your pussy on the line, so what are you going to do ?" I asked. "Ohh shit, I don't know. What should I do mum ?" Dawn asked desperately in an excited voice. She hoped that mum would decide for her, and make her do it. She wanted to do it, because as far as she was concerned right now, even if they lost then she could get what she needed inside her. "Well, while mum's thinking about it, why don't you show me what you've got left hiding under that skirt of yours." This time she gave me a tiny little smile, and there was no hesitation. She was so hot by now I think if I had told her to take it off completely, she probably would have done. She hitched the skirt up another 4 inches in one smooth movement, and the gusset of her white g-string panties came into view. She wasn't lying about being wet! I could clearly see her small pussy through the soaked skimpy material, with her lips red and full. The pubic hair was stuck to her by her own juices, which meant that no detail of her most intimate parts were hidden. I could see every inch of her fresh wet pussy, from her lush lips to her tiny clit which was clearly exposed. It was my turn to nearly cum on the spot now. As I watched her, Dawn’s excitement increased still further, and her juices begin to run from her panties and soak into her crumpled up skirt. This girl was born for showing off, and getting off on it! "Bloody Hell Dawn! You'll get us arrested!" protested Susan. Interestingly though, she didn't tell her to stop it. When I tore my gaze away from Dawn for just a second to see how Susan was reacting, I was both amazed and pleased at what I saw. I knew that we'd play for the stakes we discussed when I caught Susan, not only aroused like Dawn with erect nipples, but with her hands clasped between her legs, pressing her crotch through her trousers. "Well Mum, do you think you can both handle it?" I teased, aware that she was in as much sexual need as her desperately aroused daughter. "Adam,", she moaned softly, "What exactly would you want if you won ?" YES! Got 'em! "Well we'd have to draw up an agreement so neither of us could back out, but I pretty much know what I'd want in it. It would be Dawn, to myself for a whole day and night, with total access at all times, particularly to that," I began, pointing at Dawn's drenched pussy. "I have proof that I've not got no diseases, so she would need to go on the pill as I would want full unprotected sex. There would be several other details, but suffice to say it would be my aim to give her the most memorable sex she'll ever have, and take her virginity in a fairly unique way. I won't force anything on her though, and you will both have to agree to anything I want before it will happen. Conversely of course, there will be certain conditions on things that you will and won’t be allowed to do, before, during and after the event. Do we have a deal then ?” "Mum, I think we should have a go for it", Dawn said quietly, "don't you ?" "I think we should too mum", Susan replied "And if we lose...I can handle it." Dawn continued She looked at me, at the now sizeable bulge in my trousers and smiled sexily at me. "I hope so darling", said Susan, "Alright Adam, I think we're going to do it. How are we going decide who wins the bet. We need something to bet on don't we." I thought the toss of a coin would have been a bit of an anti-climax, and it was that thinking that made me think of a much more fitting idea. I smiled at both of the women, and spoke. B. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----