Aussie Chronicles

 A pair of letters from life down under.

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Story 1:  Can I Hold Your Hand

The guy who had something extra, gives it to her.

By Baztrachian

My name is Dennis. Growing up on our ranch in Western Australia, I
lived a pretty isolated life. Starting at around age twelve, I was
bussed into town, and had to adjust to big classrooms, and girls. Some
of them were already well developed by the time I hit my, shall we call
it, ‘growth spurt’?  I noticed I had a weird effect on girls but more so
on women. If they touched my hands they'd act weird and sometimes just
get quiet and stare at me. It was weird so I didn't tell my parents but
by the time I was thirteen I wore gloves all the time. That way I could
do all the normal things everyone else did like shake hands and stuff
like that without causing a problem. At first, Folks assumed I had an
injury or skin rash.

Soon folks thought I had some OCD about germs. Yes, as hard as it was
to wear gloves all the time it was even harder not to wear them. You
never know how much people touch each other with their hands until you
can't do it. Try refusing to shake someone's hands sometime. You'll see.
Fortunately for me the hand thing had no effect on my own household
members, including my mother & sister. Perhaps it’s a pheromone
thing, I don’t know? At a family reunion when I was 14, my female
cousins went numb like the girls at school, so after that, I always wore
gloves around them. Unless I wanted them to shut up, then it was kind
of handy!

As I transitioned from middle school to high school, the female
reactions to my touch brought on more immediate & expressive sexual
attraction. The younger girls were confused by their feelings, the older
and sexually active girls weren’t confused at all. They knew they were
horny.

Granted, I took off the gloves like when I was out with my Boy Scout
troop, playing sports at school, and some other social events where
there were no women around.

Avoiding girls as a practice, made some people think I was gay; so it
was a relief when I went off to Perth for Curtin University, where
being weird was much more acceptable.

But more to the point here, is I wasn't gay. I really did want a girlfriend.

In my speech class I met a cute girl named Melody. She was perky, a
little offbeat, average in size, and she wore her dark hair in very
feminine pixie cut that showed off her sexy neck.

Taking a chance, I started to hang out more with Melody and her group
of friends from Bunbury, a city further south on Australia’s west
coast. One night she came to a rugby game I was in. Afterward, she came
down on the field & impulsively leaned in and kissed me on the lips,
before going home with her gals. I discovered that I could kiss her and
she was just fine, with no odd side effects.

A month later, a few of us were in her off-campus apartment after
class, for lunch. After eating, the others suddenly left for class,
leaving just the two of us. Mel was looking at my gloved hands. She
asked why I wore gloves around campus, but not in always? She even saw
me at Rugby practice last week without gloves on. I tried brushing it
off with a witty joke. I had several rehearsed one-liners ready, for
such inquiries. She laughed, then added; “But seriously; why?

I tried a tall-tale far-fetched narrative for my next come back. That didn’t deter her persistency either.

I paused, then decided to risk it and just explain to her about the
gloves and the true impact of my hands, but I think she thought the
truth was just an even crazier tale to cover for some Obsessive
Cumpulsive thing on my part.

"Dennis, do you think it would be okay for me to touch your hands without the gloves? Do you trust me?"

It had been a few years since the last time I'd deliberately touched a
woman, and that was in another place, hours away from college. Maybe
here & now it would be okay? Besides, I was longing to touch her and
feel her lovely skin.

"Alright, but don't say I didn't tell you what might happen." With that I removed my gloves.

"Your hands look so soft! I've never seen a guy with hands as soft as
yours..." and that's where her sentence ended. Mel had her hand on mine
and now she had that glazed-over look, which I remembered so well. As
she sat there staring at me, I took the chance to gently touch her face
and then steal a caress of her gorgeous neck. That stirred her up a bit.

"Oh, my God; that's amazing!" she finally said. Then her face turned a little red.

"What's it like?" I asked her. Hate to admit but I was really curious about it.

"It's like riding a roller coaster and getting that feeling you get
when it goes over a hill!" She squirmed in her seat. "Oh, that's doing
things for me!"

Then she got up and strided over to her bathroom. I got up and
cleared the table, grabbed my gloves, then sat on the couch. A couple
minutes later she came back out, looking calmer. She sat down by me and
said; “I thought I might have peed my panties. False alarm; sort of.”

She sat back down at the table & looked at me in wonder as the
effect started to wear off. "Fuck, Dennis! You weren't lying were you?
Oh my God, that must have been a bitch to grow up with that. You poor
thing."

Her hands impulsively went to mine again, and she touched me before I
had a chance to react. Her head dropped back against the backrest,
& her jaw went slack. She just seemed to melt into the couch. I let
go of her hands and her recovery was a little faster this time. She was
definitely experiencing it pretty intensely. She was looking at me like
she was starving and I was a bacon cheeseburger.

(Yeah, virgin Dennis was stupid enough not to realize that she was sexually aroused.)

"Oh, my. I think we need to explore this a little more..." she said
as she reached for me again. This time I pulled my hands back and
slipped on my gloves.

"Mel, I think I'm gonna to the library, and maybe let you get yourself together, okay?"

I stood up and left her on her couch. She looked a little confused so I left, to let her recover in private.

It was maybe twenty minutes later when she texted me, asking me to
come back to her place. I sighed and texted back that I was on my way. I
figured if she was okay enough to text me then she was okay, right?  I
guess I had some responsibility to make sure she was okay. It was twenty
minutes for me to walk back to her place.

When she opened the door for me, I caught my breath. The object of my
desire was standing before me in a long t-shirt. I immediately noticed
her stiff nipples, and concluded that the t-shirt was perhaps the only
thing she was wearing. She still had that craving hungry look.

She managed to compose herself & politely invite me in, and had me sit on her couch.

"I think we need to talk." she said, as she sat down next to me and let her soft boob lean against my horny arm.

"Okay,” I said. “About what?"

Then she looked me in the eyes and boldly said; "I think you need to
fuck me so we can find out what this does." She said this with an impish
smile while reaching for down my cock, which was hard. To be honest,
I’d been very smitten by Mel since we first met on campus. Hence, it was
usually hard when I was around Mel, so this wasn't all that remarkable.

What was remarkable was my virgin cock getting its first female
attention. I immediately decided that I liked this. Loved this. Quite a
lot.

"Mel, this is probably going to be a very bad idea. Are you sure you want to do this, because I know I do."

She bit her lip and in a very exaggerated nod, said; “God, yes.”

Leading me to her bedroom, she unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off
my shoulders. My shorts came next and I let them drop as I stepped out
of my sandals. I was almost naked except for my gloves.

Mel pulled her t-shirt over her head, and there she was. In all her
feminine glory! She smiled at me and then kissed me lightly on the lips.
Her hands went to my gloves.

"Mel, I have to tell you something..."

She looked a little surprised and she smiled. "Okay, the hand thing
wasn't enough? What else? And please don’t tell me you have herpes."

"I'm a virgin."

She giggled and smiled as she held her hands against her chest, "So
am I! Isn't this crazy? I was planning to wait, but now all I can think
about is you!"

She yanked my arm and tugged me to the bedroom. Then she pulled back
the blankets and climbed onto the middle of the waterbed. Patting on the
bed she meant for me to join her.

My cock jutted out from my body like a diving board. I briefly had an
ethical discussion with myself about what I was doing and if it was
fair to Mel. I quickly realized that I loved her, I wanted to be with
her, and sooner or later we were going to have sex so why not now?
Besides, she liked me, right?

I went to get on the bed and had one knee on the blankets when she held up her hand.

"Gloves. Off. Now."

I drew in a breath for the moment of truth and took off my gloves.
Being careful not to touch her too soon I got onto the bed next to her
and laid on my side. She rolled over to face me, we rocked a bit from
the waves.

"Touch me." she said.

"Where?"

She smiled. "Any damn where you want. But do it now."

I slowly moved my hand to her breast and then gently palmed it. Her
reaction was instant. She sighed as a feeling of arousal and euphoria
swept over her. I may have been a virgin but I knew what serious arousal
looked like and this was it! Her face was flush, again.

The glassy look in her eyes returned, but she held it together
better. We kissed and started making out. Her hands were all over me and
my hands were all over her. I noticed that her pelvis was rhythmically
rocking. I don’t think she knew.

It wasn't maybe even two or three minutes when she rolled onto her
back and pulled me on top of her. I had no idea what I was doing but my
cock certainly knew where it wanted to be and I started pushing and
prodding.

"Here." she said, as she reached between us and firmly grabbed my rod
and guided me until my sensitive tip felt her warm cunt. She moved my
cock across her furrow a few times and then suddenly I felt the silky
smooth wetness of her treasures.

I hesitated and looked into her eyes.

"Please." she lusted.

I slipped into her glorious heaven. It was snug and tight and
shallow, but with a twerk of her hips, she burst open her depths. “Ah,
ahah!” she groaned for a moment, her eyes expressing some pain.

And then she rocked her hips up and swallowed my full length. It was
wet, warm, & snug. And it blew my mind to finally have my cock
inside the girl of my dreams.

"Oh, Jesus...fuck..." she uttered as I started to fuck her. Her eyes
rolled back and then she closed them, panting heavily. She fell limp as
my hips rose and fell on hers. I'd love to tell you it went on and on
but, you know...virgin. I was new to this, and too soon I felt my cum
rising. I think my last wet dream last longer than this.

The college health class came back to me at that moment. I briefly
thought about stopping. Then looking at Mel, my desire took over and I
pressed deep into her and let loose! It felt so great to cum in her. We
laid there embracing for a few more minutes as her breathing relaxed.

“Look at me, Dennis,” she said. As I looked at her, she started
twitching and moaning. Her hips moved to meet mine and I shot out
another few squirts of cum. We did this routine again, until my cock and
balls were starting to feel a little sore from the effort.

When I was done, Mel lay there senseless. She was still twitching and
moaning, and now her hands felt her own body. It was amazingly erotic.
This thing she was doing went on and on, but then tapered off for
several minutes at which point she fell soundly asleep.

I got up and turned around to look at the lovely woman who gave
herself to me. I looked down at my spent dick. It had a bit of a blood
stain at the base. I guess this is what’s referred to as ‘popping her
cherry?’

I grabbed my clothes and took a quick rinse in her shower, then got
dressed enough to be presentable. Sitting down in her living room I
fiddled with my hands and eventually turned on the TV. The sun set in
the west. Right around eight o’clock  I heard her stirring.

When she came out of the bedroom she had this silly smile on her
face. And the t-shirt. Just the t-shirt. I could tell she was still
aroused. Anyone would have seen that.

"Lover, that was absolutely fucking ah, mazing!"

"You're okay?" Really I was concerned for her. I loved her after all.

She sat down on the couch next to me and kissed me. "I'm fine. I had no idea that was what sex was supposed to be like. Fuck."

Her hand went to my chest.

"Dennis, you're like the best psych drug ever invented!"

"You've done drugs?" I asked.

"Only when I had my wisdom teeth pulled. And this was way the fuck
better than that! When your dick touched me it was like the whole world
felt at peace and everything was going to be wonderful and then you
started fucking me. Damn, that was intense! When you came in me it was
like getting injected with a rainbow!"

She went on and on about the experience, and as she did it was pretty
clear she wanted more. I touched her face and she flushed with arousal;
and this time we didn't even make it back to the bed. I fucked her
right there on the couch.

I lasted a little longer before I felt the unstoppable urge to cum in her. This time she gave a little cry and then fell limp.

It took me a little time to calm down and when I did, I picked up Mel
and carried her to the bedroom. She was totally passed out and I
figured to let her sleep it off so after covering her up I got dressed
and headed to my dorm.

She called me late the next morning, explaining how she'd slept in
and missed her morning classes. She didn't seem to care about it too
much, and told me she would make her afternoon classes. But she also
insisted I had to come over for dinner.

Naturally I spent my time in class thinking about Mel. By the time I
made it to her place I was getting hard before I got to her door; with
the near certainty that I was going to get laid.

When she opened her door for me she radiated sexiness. Her movements
were different and she simply appeared more beautiful than before. It
harkened to me some classic literature references to ‘the power of a
woman’s glamour’, her charms, as another author phrased it. She was a
new woman. A viral woman, a woman awakened to seduction and seducing.
There was also a resoluteness to her now, and she made clear that she
desired me.

I knew that most of this was from my condition, the potent effect of
my bare hands upon a female prospect. Still, it was getting me laid,
right?

We made it through dinner and then we managed to talk for a short
time. Mel was amazed at herself for what she was doing with me. She said
it was totally against her nature and upbringing to have given up her
virginity, and to keep risking pregnancy with me; but she couldn't help
herself.

Twenty minutes later she passed out after I'd filled her cunt again.

As she lay there sleeping it off I realized that when she got a dose
of my cum it was sedating her, so the little swimmers in my semen would
have time to travel upstream into her womb. I looked at the sleeping
girl and realized that my cum was doing double duty trying to get her
pregnant.

When she woke up, she wanted to go again and so did my cock.

In due time, she quit school because she didn't care about it
anymore. And then the day she told me she was pregnant, the tears were
flowing and she was crying...right until I took off my gloves and
touched her face. I took her to visit my parents that next weekend;
apprehensive of my parents’ reaction.

My father spoke first; “Son, this is a huge relief. My health issues
require that I stop ranching, or get a lot of help. I was hoping to
delay the matter until you finish college, but I was going to ask you to
come home and take over the business. If the two of you could settle
down here with us, I’ll get the home builders out here, next week. We’d
just gotten our first royalty check from the new natural gas wells that
were drilled last year. Dad needed a way to reinvest it in the ranch, or
he’d have to pay some very high taxes on the windfall.

We got married the following month in Mel’s home town. Then my
parents threw a big reception at the family ranch a few weeks later.

As the baby grew Mel became very calm and tranquil. She definitely
had a ‘baby glow’. We'd still fuck and it still had the same effect on
her; but even when we weren't fucking she'd still be very Zen-like.

I understood it, when the baby was born; and Mel would get a sedated,
glazed-over expression whenever little Gary (named after my father),
put his hands on her tits and latched on to suckle them. It didn’t
sexually arouse her, but it still sent her into a trance-like condition.

My boy was going to be a chip off the old block! I nicknamed him ‘Chip’.

By Baztrachian for Literotica

Story 2: New Step Siblings In Aussie Lockdown

Teens meet in Melbourne for their parents’ wedding, then get left together in locked-down Australia.

By Baztrachian

When my father told me that he was getting married again I accepted
it as good news. He'd been alone and depressed since the divorce and
when he met Debbie she clearly brought back his smile and his joy. So of
course I was happy for him.

It was just after Thanksgiving in 2019 when they decided on getting
married the following June. The plan was for four of us to take a family
trip together instead of doing the traditional honeymoon vacation. The
four of us included my father, Debbie, myself, and my new step-sister,
Taylor. The June date was set to coincide with Taylor graduating high
school.

Taylor was pretty happy about the plan to take a trip to Australia
because their drinking laws would allow even a freshly minted eighteen
year old to enjoy a visit to a bar.

Over the ensuing months I got to know Taylor fairly well and we ended
up getting along despite some serious differences. Where I was a
devoted outdoorsman who loved hiking, off-road sports, climbing, and
working out Taylor was your typical ginger. She was alabaster white and
would get sunburned if she was in the sun for much more than a few
minutes. She was also nearsighted and she had to wear glasses to see
past her arm. She was cute in a dorky sort of way and I had no problem
enjoying her company.

The news of COVID started up in January but most everyone I knew
dismissed it as being an overhyped flu. Granted, we took it more
seriously as time went on but we still had plans to visit Australia and
we kept to them.

The wedding took place the weekend after Taylor's graduation. The
next morning was a flurry of activity as we headed off to the airport.
There had been a lockdown in Melbourne that May