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Nellie Ch. 01

By: Pinchbeck



I had known that Danielle was trying to butter me up for something the moment I came home to find her cooking my favorite dinner (baked salmon, drizzled with honey), with a bottle of nice wine on the table and an implied promise of after-dinner calisthenics in our bedroom, during which I would put my penis inside her vagina. In our three years of dating, she's done nice gestures like this before, but this time was different. For one thing, she had that smile on her face. I'd become really good at reading her expressions, and this smile quite clearly said 'I am buttering you up for something'.

Like I said, really good.

I had been prepared for a lot of things. Some off-hand mention of a friend who was getting married soon, maybe. Perhaps she'd walked by the animal shelter on her way home from work and become lost in the soulful eyes of a puppy with a sob story attached. Maybe her mom had invited herself over to dinner next week, in which case I had not been buttered up anywhere near enough. I was prepared for anything.

Anything except for what she actually wanted.

"I'm sorry, I can't have heard that correctly."

"You did, Derek."

"No, clearly my ears must not be working right, or this wine's hit me harder than I thought. Because it seriously sounded like-"

"Yes!" my girlfriend said, looking like she wanted to strangle me for a moment. "I want you to have sex with my cousin!"

I don't think I ever could have seen that coming.

"So," I said, finally breaking the silence that had followed Danielle's sudden outburst. "What the hell?"

"Look, I can't believe any of this is happening either," Danielle said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I've had a weird afternoon."

"I can only imagine," I said, pouring some more wine into my glass. "So? Why do you want me to have sex with Nellie?"

Nellie was my girlfriend's cousin, eighteen years old and headed off to college in a few weeks. Danielle was ten years her senior, and the two were frequently mistaken for sisters. Both had straight black hair, creamy fair skin, gorgeous green eyes, and bodies like holy shit. Tall, curvy, and totally stacked. I had done my best to avoid checking out Danielle's teenaged cousin, but damn it, I am mortal and she's got tits like a dairy cow.

"Well, you know I met her for lunch earlier to talk about going to college..."

"Yeah."

"And that included talking to her about boys..."

"Uh-huh."

"And she started getting all red in the face, like she was embarrassed about something..."

"Mhm."

"Derek, I know you're listening, you can stop it with that."

"Right. Sorry."

"Anyway, I press her about what's got her blushing when we're in the car, and finally get it out of her that she's a virgin."

My glass had been halfway to my lips, but it stopped at that last word. "Nellie's a virgin?" 

Danielle threw a tiny chunk of salmon at me, which I caught in my mouth. "Let me finish. So, that gets her the talk about, you know, finding the right guy to have her first time with, using protection, all that stuff, and she... asks me for a huge, huge favor."

"Don't tell me," I said, having swallowed the bit of ballistic salmon. "She wants to borrow me?"

Danielle nodded, and held her glass out for me to fill. I filled it a quarter of the way up, but at a silent glance from her, kept going until there was more wine in the glass than there wasn't. "Yes," she said, already beginning to empty the glass. 

"Did she say why?" I asked.

"Well, she's always had a bit of a crush on you," Danielle said.

My eyebrows rose. "Seriously?"

Her brow knotted in confusion. "You didn't notice?"

"No. Should I have?"

"She was hardly subtle about it. Anyway, she says she really wants her first time to be with someone like you." The last of the wine vanished down her throat. "I can not believe I just said any of that."

"The feeling's mutual," I said. "So... you want me to take your cousin's virginity."

Dani sighed into her empty glass. "This is weird, isn't it?"

"Just a bit."

"It's just – she's like the sister I never had, and I want her to be happy," Danielle said. She tipped her wine glass back again, hoping that more would materialize, but was disappointed.

"I'm still having a hard time believing she's a virgin," I said. "I mean, come on, with a body like that? All the boys at school were probably drooling after her."

"She went to an all-girl's school," Danielle explained. Then, her eyes widened and glittered as she parsed the last thing I had said. "You have been checking her out."

"Hey, you just asked me to have sex with your cousin, I think I get the opportunity to speak my mind," I said. "And my mind says that your cousin is smoking hot."

"So you'll do it?"

I paused, drumming my fingers on the table. "What's the catch? This is too good for there not to be a catch."

Dani rolled her eyes. "There isn't a catch, Derek."

"You might as well have just said 'yes, there's a really big catch'."

"You just have to fuck Nellie and make sure she has a good time," Danielle said. "No catches, no weirdness, and I won't be mad."

"Dani, this is big," I said, more than a little concerned. "I know you think it's alright now, but what if you change your mind afterwards? What if it, I don't know, ruins your relationship with Nellie?"

"It won't," Dani said, certain of herself. "Derek, you remember how you lost your virginity?"

"Of course I do," I said. "You never forget your first time."

"My first time was in high school. It was two minutes of clumsy humping in the back of an old Volkswagen that smelled like wet socks," Dani said bitterly. "You said it yourself, Nellie is going to get a lot of attention from a lot of boys who couldn't even point out a clitoris on a chart. I want her first time to be memorable, and not because it was bad."

"So, me."

"So, you. As I said, she thinks you're the hottest thing since the invention of the toaster, and if you can give her good memories and experience, she won't be going to college completely blind." Her voice was ironclad, but her eyes were uncertain. "Derek, you don't have to say yes. If you don't want to, I won't hold it against you, and neither will she. We can all pretend that this conversation never happened. But it would mean the world to Nellie, and to me." Her eyes were pleading.

I thought about it. "You're sure you won't change your mind and resent us for it?"

"I'm sure."

"Her parents aren't going to know?"

"Fuck no, of course not."

I bit my lip, mulling the situation over.

It was true that Nellie was hot as hell. She'd always struck me as one of those girls who were very self-conscious about being pretty, who saw her own beauty as a curse and hated getting attention for it. She never really looked me in the eye, and on those occasions when I caught her staring at me, she would quickly make excuses to leave the room. Now that I knew she had a crush on me, that sort of explained her behavior...

I put myself in her shoes, and realized that Danielle was right. If I did this with Nellie, it would be a memory that stayed with her for the rest of her life. It would demystify sex for her, maybe even boost her confidence. How could I possibly say no?

I nodded. "Alright," I said, making a brilliant smile cross Danielle's lips. "I'll do it. For you."

Danielle's smile turned wicked. "Don't act like you're only doing this out of the goodness of your heart, you just want to fuck my cousin."

"That is extremely true," I admitted. "Come on, have you seen her tits?"

"Only girl in her class who wears an F cup," Danielle said.

"Get out of town," I said, eyes wide. "God, when can she come over?"

"I'll talk to her about it," Danielle said, standing up. "Right now though, I think we could both use some exercise to work off that salmon..."

"You're the best girlfriend ever," I said, rising and following her.

 

Three days later. The big night. I sang to myself in the bathroom, finishing up my shave with a towel around my waist. I had wiped an oval in the foggy mirror so I could see myself, and I think I can say without ego (well, without much ego) that if I was a woman, I'd totally do me. Once I was done with my safety razor, I ran a comb through my short, coppery blonde hair. "Looking good," I said to my reflection.

Danielle didn't even knock at the door before she came in; we were that close. "Almost ready?" she asked. She was dressed for a night out with some friends, with a casual dress and not that much makeup. I've always thought that she didn't really need makeup, but then I might be a bit biased. 

"Born ready," I answered, splashing some aftershave on. It burned, but a nice burn. "You're looking nice."

"Thank you," she said, curtsying a bit.

"Headed out to find some fresh meat?" I joked, moving around her into our bedroom. She punched my shoulder.

"No, you dick," she said. "You're all the man I need."

"Glad to hear that," I said, dropping my towel as I rummaged through my dresser. Behind me, Danielle whistled at my ass, and she booed when I pulled on a pair of boxers. "So. Half an hour."

"Yeah," Danielle said, while I wriggled into a nice polo shirt that fit me like a glove. "You remember the ground rules?"

I nodded, selecting a nice pair of khaki pants. I didn't think I would be wearing them for very long, but it never hurts to look nice. "If she says stop, I stop. No suggesting anal. No joking about suggesting anal. If I get mine before she gets hers, my ass is grass."

"And have fun," Danielle said, stepping up behind me to give me a sweet kiss on the cheek. "God, this is so weird."

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked. I'd been asking her that a few times a day for the past few days, giving her an out if she needed one.

"I'm sure," Danielle answered without hesitation. "You?"

"Ready and willing, as long as you're okay with it," I answered, applying some cologne. "Nellie is never going to forget tonight."

I'd made sure of it. Everything was ready. The sheets on the king-sized bed had been cleaned, the pillows were fluffed, and more than two-dozen half-melted candles (Dani and I had used them before) were set up around the room to give it a sensual glow. The entire place looked warm, inviting, and erotic. I had suggested setting up some speakers to play sexy saxophone, but Danielle had vetoed that idea before it was even halfway out of my mouth.

"Hard to believe," Danielle said, looking around the room.

"Last chance to back out," I said.

"I'm not changing my mind," she said, exiting the room with me following her. "Nellie, on the other hand..."

"Hey, as soon as she sees me, her clothes are going to just fall off," I said. "I'll have her cumming without even touching her."

"I'm amazed at how flexible you are," Danielle said, stepping into a pair of heels at the front door. "I've never seen a man suck his own dick like that."

"Ouch," I said. "Any idea how long you'll be gone?"

"A few hours. Just going to meet some friends and get very drunk," Danielle said.

"Alright. If you get back and we're still going at it, feel free to join in," I said, brushing my hand against her hip.

She purred. "God, you're so greedy."

"Can you blame me?" I asked, arms around her waist and lips at her throat. "I've got the sexiest, greatest girlfriend in the world."

"And I've got the hottest boyfriend in the world," she said, taking hold of my wrists and peeling them away. "And he needs to save it for Nellie."

"Come on, just a quickie," I said, laying a line of kisses from her throat to her earlobe.

"No," she said, wriggling out of my grasp. "She'll be here in half an hour. Remember the rules."

"Wait," I said, grabbing her shoulder and turning her around. "You forgot something."

"What?" she asked, and then I gave her a deep kiss.

"Love you," I said, prompting her to smile and give me another kiss.

"I love you, too," she said. "Don't have too much fun."

"That's not a promise I can keep," I grinned. "If she's anything like you, we'll be at it all night. By the way, were you serious about the 'no anal' thing?"

"Good night, Derek," Danielle said, and swept out of our apartment.

I checked my watch. It was about seven, and Nellie was due here at seven-thirty. To kill some time, I plopped down on the couch and watched the news, volume turned down so I could listen for any approaching footsteps. I didn't pay much attention to what was on the TV, though. My mind was utterly captivated by thoughts of Nellie.

Danielle and Nellie may have been cousins, but they were constantly mistaken for sisters. Danielle's mother and Nellie's mother were twin sisters, which probably factored into it. Danielle and Nellie were both jaw-droppingly gorgeous, with creamy skin, gorgeous black hair (Danielle's went to her shoulders while Nellie's went down her back), soft, beautiful faces with the cutest little noses imaginable, and bodies like Jessica Rabbit. Round, bountiful breasts, slender waists, and childbearing hips that were perfect for holding on to. I was a lucky man to be with Danielle (and liked to imagine that she felt the same way about me), and I was even luckier than usual tonight.

The sound of footsteps coming down the hall snapped me out of my fantasizing about Nellie's nude body. I turned the TV's volume down lower, pricking my ears to listen to the sounds of someone approaching. A glance at my watch told me that it was seven-fifteen; Nellie wasn't due for fifteen minutes. Maybe she was early?

The sound of heels tapping against the hallway floor continued, coming closer and closer until they finally stopped.

Right outside my front door.

I turned the TV off and hurried to the door, straightening my hair. She was early.

I stood in front of the door, waiting for Nellie to knock. It took her a few minutes – and she nearly left once, her footsteps moving back down the hall before she turned around and came back – but finally, there it was: a soft, barely-audible tapping.

I waited a few seconds, and then opened the door. "Hey," I said with a friendly smile. "You're a bit early."

Nellie stood in the hallway, clenching the strap of her purse; she didn't look me in the eye, instead focusing on my feet. She was dressed to the nines in a cute little black dress that embraced her many curves and showed off two intoxicating inches of cleavage. She was shifting nervously from foot to foot, her green eyes flicking everywhere but at me. "Um, hi, Derek," she said softly. "Is that a problem?"

"Nah, it's perfectly fine," I said, stepping aside to let her in. She smiled nervously at me as she entered, and I couldn't help but check out her ass as she passed. Verdict: damn fine. "Want something to drink?"

"Just some water, thanks," Nellie said, moving towards the living room. She had been here before, and knew her way around the place. I went to the kitchen to fetch a cup of water. When I entered the living room, I found her sitting on the old green sofa, her purse in her lap and both feet on the ground. She took it gratefully, and had it empty by the time I sat down next to her. She set the now-empty glass on a side table, cleared her throat, and the silence began. She still hadn't looked me in the eye yet.

Finally realizing that she wasn't going to start the conversation, I took it upon myself. "You're nervous," I said. That finally got her to look at me, her deep-green eyes meeting mine for a brief second before she focused on my shoulder.

She nodded, fingers tightening on the purse. "Yes," she said, her voice barely more than a squeak.

"You don't have to be," I said, putting my arm around the back of the sofa.

"I know, but..." She bit her lip. "You're my cousin's boyfriend. I already felt weird for having a crush on you, and now we're going to... to do this. I don't know if I can."

"I never realized you had a crush on me," I admitted, crossing my legs.

"I know I shouldn't have," Nellie said.

"It's fine," I said, laughing. "I'm honored that such a pretty girl likes me."

That got her to blush nicely. She gave a tiny smile that set my heart fluttering. "Thanks," she said. "Are you sure you're okay with... with this?"

I gave her a flat stare. "Nellie," I said, my tone almost dangerous. "I am more than okay with this. I am so okay with this that I would trade a kidney for the chance to be with you. You are an unbelievably beautiful young woman with a body so hot I could cook dinner on you."

The blush deepened. She set her purse aside and inched closer, hands bunched up in her lap. "I'm still nervous," she said. "I mean, what if Danielle-?"

"She's okay with it and I'm okay with it," I said, putting my hand over hers. "But are you okay with it?"

"Yes!" she said, the word seeming to fly out of her mouth. "I've had a crush on you since I was fifteen, and now I actually have the chance to – to sleep with you, but I'm acting like an idiot and I feel like my head's about to explode and-"

She didn't say more, because I had leaned over and kissed her full, red lips. For a second, she was tense as a plank of wood, and I worried that she would push me away, but then she melted, moaning into my mouth as she returned the show of affection. "It's okay," I said once our lips parted. "I don't think you're acting like an idiot."

She flushed a cheery scarlet, and cleared her throat. "Can you do that again?" she asked quietly.

I smiled. "With pleasure." We inched closer on the couch, our thighs touching, as I took her head in my hands and kissed her once more. She was clumsy, unsure of what to do with her hands and her tongue, but I patiently guided her through it. She sighed as my tongue played with hers, gently probing her mouth. After a few minutes, I pulled her closer, hands on her soft, generous hips. Her arms tightened around me, searching my back for purchase.

"Enjoying yourself?" I asked, breaking the kiss for just a second. She didn't appreciate that, and grabbed my head to pull me back in, ravenously attacking me. She was really getting into it. So much so that she was the one who grabbed my wrist and directed my hand towards her chest, softness concealed under black cloth.

"Touch me," she pleaded, warm desire in her voice. I didn't see any reason to deny her. My fingers squeezed her through her dress and bra, taking hold of those delightful melons. They were a bit smaller than Danielle's, but still huge and oh so much fun to play with. I kept kissing her as I played with her breasts, feeling how my actions made her breathing sharpen and turn to whines.

"How do you like it?" I asked, moving my lips down to her throat. If she was anything like her cousin, this should drive her wild. The sounds I got in response proved that I was right.

"I've been dreaming about this for three – ah – years," Nellie whimpered. "It's amazing."

"Three years?" I asked, pressing her breasts together. "I'm flattered."

"I couldn't help it," Nellie said, her voice high-pitched from what I was doing to her. "It was that Christmas dinner that Danielle brought you to when you started dating. I took one look at you and thought – oh my god."

I had taken hold of the straps of her dress and brought them down her arms, exposing her cream-colored bra and midriff, smooth except for an adorable mole by her belly button. "Keep talking," I said as my hands played over her abdomen. "Don't let me distract you." And then I went back to nuzzling at her neck, reminding myself not to leave a hickey. Her father had muscles on top of his muscles, and I didn't want him to twist my head off.


Nellie Ch. 01



"I thought, 'oh my god, he's the hottest guy I've ever seen,'" Nellie continued. "I felt so wrong. You're Dani's boyfriend, but I couldn't help it! I imagined it was you when I touched myself, when I s-sucked my breast, your fingers, your mouth-"

"Oh, really?" I asked, pulling away from her neck. An idea had ignited in my chest, and I knew that had been Nellie's intention when she'd brought it up. "Do you want it to be?" Nellie nodded quickly, biting her lip. I grinned. "Your wish is my command."

I reached around her for the latch of her plain, cream-colored bra (I knew from Danielle that it was hard to find 'fun' bras with big breasts, and my usual response was "if you have tits that big, you don't need a fancy bra to attract a guy," which got me an eye roll and a "that's not the point, dumbass"). To my surprise, she pushed me away. "I'll do it," she said, her arms moving around behind her back. I simply watched her cleavage as she fiddled with the latch, probably not making her feel any less self-conscious.

With a tiny jiggle, the latch was undone, and Nellie covered herself with her hands before the undergarment could fall right off, getting redder with each passing second. Keeping her arms over her breasts, she slipped her arms out of the straps, and soon deposited it on the couch beside her. Her hands stayed where they were, and her face stayed bright red. "I'm sorry," she said, looking away from me. "It's a bit embarrassing."

I chewed my lip, trying to think of a way to solve the problem. An idea (of the ridiculous variety) came to me, and I stood up, making her eyes widen. They got even wider as I took my polo shirt off, and whipped it around my head a few times like a Magic Mike before letting it fall. I crossed my arms and sat back down, covering my nipples with my palms just like she was. "On three?" I suggested.

Nellie snorted and bit her lip to keep herself from laughing. "On three," she agreed, sounding much less nervous.

"One." I kept my eyes on hers, though I wanted so badly to stare at her boobs.

"Two." She was shivering a bit, but her voice was firm and steady.

"Three," we both said, and opened our arms. Nellie's breasts bounced a bit as they fell free.

"Oh god," I said, drinking in the view. "They're beautiful."

And they were. Like I'd thought, they were just a bit smaller than Danielle's, but still well above average. Big, round, soft, drooping, and with large inverted nipples the shade of salmon. Nellie blushed at my praise, and shook her shoulders a bit, making her tits sway like pendulums. I whined. "God," I said again. "Keep doing that."

Nellie giggled, and shook her shoulders up and down. Her breasts bounced like soft water balloons, every motion making them jiggle mesmerizingly...

"Oh!"

I didn't even consciously make the decision. One second, I was watching Nellie's breasts bounce, and then I was trying to suck her nipples off with my mouth. My teenaged lover gasped at my abrupt assault. "Sorry, couldn't help myself," I said, fully aware of how rude it was to talk with my mouth full. 

"Keep going," Nellie breathed, fingers twining in my hair. "Fuck, this feels so good."

Then hold onto your brains, Nellie, I thought, because I'm about to blow your mind.

I reached down her abdomen...

"Ah!" Nellie cried when my hand reached its destination. Under her skirt, playing with the thin layer of cloth between the open air and her womanhood. I stroked her through her panties, using my fingers to draw an outline around her lips, and I think it drove her wild. Her nipple stiffened in my mouth, a tiny bead of flesh for me to play with. She turned to lay down on the couch, and since I was latched onto her breast like a leech, I followed her down. She cried out again when my finger zig-zagged across her pussy lips. "Inside!" she squeaked. "Please! I need your fingers inside!"

Still trying to see how much of her breast I could fit in my mouth, I looked up at her. She was panting heavily, and her face was red with excitement instead of embarrassment. "Please," she begged me, the word popping out of her mouth like a bubble. 

"Are you sure?" I asked, fingers already itching to explore her.

"Yes," was the immediate answer.

"Okay." I kissed her breasts again, and down below, moved the crotch of her panties aside. Acting on feeling alone, I searched for the entrance. Locking eyes with Nellie, I slowly began to insert my middle finger. Nellie's mouth widened the farther I went in, until she threw her head back when I was up to the third knuckle. "Good?"

"Mhm."

"I'm going to put another one in."

"Okay."

"Let me know if it's uncomfortable."

"I will."

My ring finger was next to enter her slick folds. Nellie pulled my mouth back down to her forgotten breast, and I suckled her gently until my finger was all the way in. Her fingers were tight on the couch cushions. "Everything you hoped it would be?" I asked.

"Yes," Nellie squealed. "Please-"

"As you command," I said, not needing to hear more. My two-pronged attack of her masturbatory fantasy had begun. My mouth on her nipples, my fingers in her cunt. I sucked, I wriggled, I nipped, I rubbed, and all the while she panted beneath me, like a musical instrument reacting to my touch. I twisted my fingers, she whined, "Aoh." I danced my tongue around her areola, she moaned, "Ohh." I did both at the same time, and she groaned, "Mmm." I touched her pearly clitoris with my thumb...

She exploded.

Nellie came without warning, her face freezing in a mask of shock and joy. She breathed, sharp and hard, her fingers clenching on the cushions harder than ever before. The walls of her pussy clamped down on me like a Chinese finger trap, but I kept my fingers moving.

When it was over, Nellie slumped with a happy smile on her reddened face. I pulled my fingers, wet with her juice, out of her pussy. "How was that?" I asked, lying down next to her on the couch.

Nellie could only mouth "oh my god".

"That good, huh," I laughed. I licked one of my wet fingers clean of her savory juices, relishing the unmatchable flavor. Nellie watched me as I did it, curious. When I was done, I waved the other finger under her nose. She stuck out her pretty pink tongue for a taste. The wet muscle touched my finger just once, and I suddenly found my finger inside her mouth. She sucked my finger dry of her juices, tongue coating every inch of every digit with warm saliva. She stared at me while she did it, green eyes drilling into my soul. 

My cock clenched, very angry that it had been ignored so far and imagining that it was taking my finger's place.

"Delicious," she said, freeing my finger from her velvety prison.

"So, did I live up to your expectations?" I asked, cuddling up to her. She hugged me, pressing her mouth to mine.

"You did a lot more than that," she said. "I don't think I can feel my legs."

"No problem," I said, swinging off the couch. I scooped her up in a bridal carry, turned on my heel, and began to march, leaving my shirt and her bra behind. It wouldn't be until afterwards that I noticed Nellie had gouged two holes into the couch cushions, but I chose not to get them fixed, instead letting them remain as a badge of honor.

 

"Aaand drop," I said, plopping my busty princess on the king-sized bed. She bounced – everywhere – before settling in, giggling.

"I like what you've done with the place," Nellie said, admiring the room. She had really gotten a lot more comfortable with me, no longer a shivering bundle of nerves scared of her first time. The orange glow of the candles caught her fair skin, surrounding her with a radiant glow. She looked beautiful.

"Thank you," I said, standing next to the bed. I could have said, "I've fucked your cousin on it more times than I can count", but I didn't. "So, ready for the main event?"

There was a mischievous glimmer in Nellie's eyes as she crawled over to me. "Not yet," she said, eying my tented crotch like a hungry wolf. "There's something I want to try first."

My cock strained against my khakis. "Oh?" I said as she unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper.

"Yeah," she said, hooking her thumbs into my waistband. "I've seen a lot of porn, so I know that guys like this, but I really don't know how good at it I'll be..."

"Nellie, sweetie, if what you did to my finger is any sign, I think you'll do great," I said, goosebumps rising on my skin in anticipation. Her eagerness was such a turn-on. 

"Okay," said the busty raven-haired woman crouching in front of me. She steeled herself, bit her lip, and yanked my pants and boxers down. My erect cock shot up, pointed at the ceiling, and her eyes widened. "Wow," she said, her breath tickling me.

"You don't have to do this, Nellie," I told her. I would probably pin her to the bed and fuck her face if she didn't, but hopefully it wouldn't have to come to that.

"I want to," Nellie said, inching closer to my thick erection. It's respectably long and nicely thick, something that every woman I've ever been with has commented on. I felt every whiff of her breath on it, slow and heavy. With a hand like silk, she uneasily wrapped her fingers around me, stroking me slowly. I stepped out of my pants and boxers and kicked them away. I wouldn't be needing them. "Does this feel good?" Nellie asked, her pouty lips inches from my cock.

"It feels incredible," I said. She smiled, giggling, and again her breath tickled me like unseen fingers. I gasped. Nellie was confused for a second, but then realization hit, and she smiled slowly. Still stroking me, she opened her mouth wide, and let out a deep, slow, hot breath. I gaped, twitching at the unfamiliar feeling.

Nellie kept experimenting. She blew me without so much as touching me with her lips, directing hot blasts and thin streams of cold air at my tortured cock. My hips begged me to slam forwards and introduce the crown of my erection to her tonsils, but I persevered, fingernails digging crescent-shaped lines into my palms. "How's it feel?" Nellie asked, stroking me up and down.

"Good, but I know what would feel better," I said. Pre-cum had formed at the tip of my erection, glistening in the orange glow of the bedside lamps.

I had expected some more lead-up, so I never expected Nellie to open her mouth like a boa constrictor and take me to the hilt. And my cock is a bit longer than average, so the fact that she could take me literally to the balls meant that this girl didn't have a gag reflex. I didn't have the chance to point this out, because Nellie started to suck me. Hard.

Her head blurred as it moved up and down my shaft, wetting every hard inch of me. She sucked like a vacuum, while squeezing my balls a bit harder than necessary. "Easy, easy," I grunted, prompting her to slow down. "Take it slow, and be gentle with the jewels. That hurts."

"Right," Nellie said, returning to what she had been doing. I growled deep in my throat.

"Don't forget the tongue – oh, that's right – yeah, keep it moving... fuck, you have no idea how good this feels-" My revelry was interrupted when I was suddenly released with a pop, and Nellie grabbed me by the shoulders. "Hey, what're you-"

Nellie only smiled as she turned me around and directed me into sitting on the edge of the bed, and then she kneeled on the ground between my knees, her breasts level with my-

Oh, YES, was my last thought before her tits engulfed my erection. It was like being sandwiched between a pair of soft, silky, fleshy pillows, and my saliva-slick cock moved smoothly between them. "I've also seen this in porn," Nellie said, with the satisfied air of someone satisfied that a new trick is working very well. "Does Danielle do this, too?"

"Not as much as I'd – ugh – like, but oh fuck yeah," I grunted, feeling my hips buck up to meet her breasts. Nellie looked down at where the head was poking out from her breast sandwich, craned her neck forwards, and –

I tossed my head back and groaned at the ceiling. "God, babe, I'm about to cum so hard," I reported.

Nellie took her head off my cock long enough to say, "I can take it," before getting right back into it. She'd been sucking dick for fifteen minutes and she was already ready to swallow. This girl was a national treasure.

I'd been holding off on release ever since Nellie had started to titfuck me, but now I finally let it all loose in great, heavy throbs. Nellie, to her credit, caught every drop, though at the widening of her eyes, I knew she wouldn't be ready to swallow. "Bathroom," I said, pointing towards the door, and she raced out. I heard spitting, spluttering, and then the flush of the toilet and the faucet running. "Mouthwash is behind the vanity!" I called out, lying spread-eagled on the bed.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Nellie returned, her dress still covering her between her knees and her waist. "Hey," she said, nervous again. "Sorry about that. I guess I wasn't as ready as I thought I was."

"It's okay," I said. I patted the mattress next to me, indicating that she should lie down. She did, nestling up next to me and, once again, not looking me in the eye. Of course, I wasn't looking her in the eye, either. Her breasts were in full view, and pressed against my side. Nice and nicer.

"Are you, uh, ready yet?" Nellie asked, motioning at my flaccid erection.

"I'll need a few more minutes to recharge," I said. "Are you ready?"

The question gave her pause. "I think so," she finally answered. I frowned and shook my head.

"You either are or you aren't, Nellie," I told her. "If you are ready, then that's great, but if you aren't, then I won't hold it against you."

She rolled on top of me, urgency in her eyes. "No!" she said, her hands on my shoulders. "I'm ready, I am, it's just – scary to think of having that thing inside of me."

"Just think of it like a giant finger," I said, deeply enjoying the feeling of her breasts on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her. "And just relax. If you don't have a good time, Danielle will kill me."

Nellie thought I was joking, and laughed. "A few more minutes?" she asked, resting her head on my shoulder. I looked down at her smooth back, all the way to the curve of her ass hidden beneath her skirt.

"Yeah. Shouldn't take that long, since I've got such a pretty girl waiting on me," I said, running my hands over her back.

"Then, while we're waiting..." Nellie licked her lips. "Will you kiss me again?"

I did.

After a few long minutes of making out, I felt my loins begin to stir again. The stiffness followed quickly, and Nellie noticed it at the same time I did, because it was poking her in the thigh. She looked me in the eye, saw my unspoken question, and nodded. I kissed her again, and rolled her onto her back.

"First off, let's get this off of you," I said, inching her dress down her legs. Her panties came down as well, though she covered her pussy with her hands. The skirt and panties fell off the bed, and we were ready. Both of us naked, her on her back with her legs spread, and me with a hungry erection. I crawled between her spread legs and pointed the head of my cock at her covered entrance.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I asked one final time. "If you don't want to keep going, just tell me. I won't think any less of you."

"We've come too far to turn back now," Nellie said, eying my cock with a mix of lust and distrust. 

"Are you sure?"

"...Yes. I'm sure," Nellie said, and she removed her hands from her pussy. It was pretty like the rest of her, pink and unspoiled, with a little wedge of dark hair above it that served to make the rest of her colors pop out. I came closer, and with the air of a man cutting a ribbon or hammering in a final railroad tie, slipped the first inch of my erection inside of her.

The first inch slid inside easily. I kept my eyes on her face, watching her reaction as I went further and further in. I kept it slow. There was no hymen, so I figured that had already been broken by a dildo or the like, but didn't think about it too hard. "Good?" I asked.

Nellie nodded, covering her mouth. "Keep going," she said. I obeyed, slowly pushing deeper until...

Our hips made contact. I had bottomed out. Nothing more to give. "It's in," I said. "How's it feel?"

"Amazing," Nellie said, and I think I saw tiny tears in the corners of her eyes. "I feel so full."

"No pain?"

"Just a little," she said, reaching up and looping her arms around my neck. "Go."

I allowed her to pull me closer as I started to move. Our lips met again while my hips clapped into hers, at a slow and gentle pace that I could keep up for a long time. Our breath mingled together, hot and wet, and bedsprings squeaked below us with each thrust. "Good?" I asked after a few minutes.

"More," Nellie whispered into my ear. I moved harder, keeping the same pace but deepening my strokes. The lights glittered in her eyes in answer, and I knew I was doing it right. "More."

We continued like that; I reached a steady pace, and she begged me for more, her voice rising in pitch and volume each time she asked. "More!" she cried after a few minutes, while my hips were slamming into her like sledgehammer strikes. I had lifted her legs to my shoulders to change the angle of penetration, and watched as her breasts bounced with each hit. "Derek, more!"

"You're enjoying yourself," I joked, and did as she said. I didn't think I would be able to go any faster, and I felt like a volcano, about to erupt-

Nellie was hit by spasms, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' as she came around me. The sudden clenching of her cunt was too much for me to handle, and I joined her in orgasmic pleasure, pumping into her wildly. We had already established that she was on the pill, so we didn't have to worry about that. So I kept thudding into her as she climaxed, pussy clamped around me like a vise. She slackened, and I pulled out, lying next to her as we both caught our breath.

"That was incredible," Nellie finally said. "I – thank you, Derek."

"Any time," I laughed, pulling the curvy young woman closer to me. "In fact..."

Her eyes glittered like diamonds. "Again?" she asked eagerly.

"Well, Danielle won't be back for a while, and if you're up to it..." I was already playing my hands over her thighs, feeling the supple skin with the tips of my fingers. I kissed her neck. "I'm here for your pleasure."

We cuddled until I was hard again, kissing and laughing and sucking everything we could fit in our mouths. I fingered her and sucked her again, while she sucked on the breast that I wasn't paying attention to. It was an amazing trick, and I made a mental note to mention it to Danielle. "Ready?" Nellie asked when my hard dick started poking her again.

"So ready," I answered, popping her breast out of my mouth. "How do you want it?" 

Nellie rolled over, crouching on her hands and knees with her perfect ass sticking out for me. "Like this," she said. "Fuck me hard."

"Oh, girl, you are going to have boys fighting to the death for you," I said, grabbing the pliant and giant globes of her ass. "Ugh, it should be illegal to be so sexy."

It was both fluffing her ego and telling the truth. There should be laws against having tits like watermelons, a waist like an hourglass, and an ass like a fertility goddess. But since it wasn't a crime yet, I just smacked her across the cheeks for daring to be so hot. "Ooh!" she yelped, smiling back at me. A red imprint of my hand was forming on her cheek, and I made a mirrored copy on the other one, getting another yelp of happy pain.

"And now," I said, spreading her cheeks and brushing against her tiny, pink asshole with my thumb-




Nellie Ch. 01



"Hey!"

"Joking, joking," I said quickly. But oh, how I wished I wasn't. I left her anus alone, and plunged my hard length into her sopping wet pussy again. In this position, I could go pretty much as fast as I wanted, so I did. 

I tapped that. I tapped that hard.

By the end, I had Nellie gasping my name, cooing and giggling with orgasm. There's nothing quite like that sense of accomplishment I get, knowing without a doubt that I've blown a woman's mind. The sensation is even better than the actual sex, sometimes.

I reached under her and grabbed her swinging breasts, palming them and rubbing them together. "Say my name," I growled into her ear. "I want you to say my name when you cum."

"Derek," she breathed, the word rushing through my veins. "Derek. Derek. Derek!"

She threw her head back, whining as her hips bucked against me. I held her in my arms while I kept going, finally reaching my own orgasm not long after.

"Again," Nellie said to me as we cuddled. She was absolutely voracious, and I didn't mind in the slightest. We rolled together on the mattress, hands and mouths everywhere, until I was hard again. This time, Nellie took control, pushing me onto my back and straddling my hard-on. "Just take it easy," she told me while our bodies became one again. "Leave everything to me."

She had lost her virginity just a few hours ago, and she was taking to this like a fish to water. Using her luscious thighs, she bounced on top of me, while I lay still and enjoyed the show of her heaving, bouncing breasts as she rode me. What she lacked in skill, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. She had a bright grin that covered her entire face as the muscles of her thighs carried her up and down my length, from the base of the hilt all the way up to the head. 

Just on the border of being audible, I heard the front door open. "Hello?" my girlfriend called out. We came to a sudden stop, staring at the closed bedroom door. "Derek? Is Nellie still – yes, she is. I see the bra. Bedroom?"

"Yeah, babe!" I called out. 

"Hi, Dani! Thanks for this!" Nellie called out, resuming her up and down motions like nothing was out of the ordinary. Like my girlfriend wasn't in the other room, talking to us while Nellie rode me like a horse.

"It's been four hours!" Danielle reminded us. "Have you been going at it this whole time?"

"Pretty much!" Nellie answered, grinding her wide hips on me. "This is the last one, I swear!"

"Why are there holes in the couch cushions? You had sex on the couch, didn't you?"

"No, that was just the foreplay!"

I heard Danielle groan, but it wasn't a tired, 'oh my god' groan. It was an excited, lusty groan. "Finish up and give me the details later!" she said.

"You heard her," I said, putting my hands on Nellie's hips. "Time to put your sexy rear in gear." Nellie leaned down to give me a wet kiss, and bounced on me with renewed vigor. I grabbed both of her breasts, squished them together, and took both of her nipples into my mouth at the same time, rubbing them against my tongue and one another. Meanwhile, Nellie started playing with her clit, flicking it as our hips clashed together.

Being simulated on all fronts was too much for her, and she came quickly, every fiber of her being tensing and relaxing in time with the waves of her orgasm. While she was still mid-orgasm, I rolled her onto her back, my hips blurring as I raced towards my final orgasm of the night. 

Our lips met hard enough to clack our teeth together, but we didn't care. "Thank you, Derek," she whined when I separated from her mouth. "Thank you so much." Her eyes were warm with joy and pleasure, and they sparkled even in the darkness; the candles had long ago burned out, but we had been too wrapped up in each other to do anything about it.

I kissed her one last time, and then I came so hard I think I passed out.

 

"Hey, wake up," was what called me back to the realm of the living. I stirred, grumbling as I tried to swat away the hand shaking my shoulder. I was bone tired, and needed sleep. "Derek," my lovely girlfriend breathed into my ear, in that tone of voice she knew I loved.

"If you aren't naked, I'm not interested," I grumbled, burying my face in the pillow. I felt the pressure of her body on top of me, and her soft, naked breasts billowing on my back. 

"How was it?" Danielle asked as I rolled over to embrace her, suddenly very interested.

"That girl is going to be really popular at college," I answered, kissing her throat. "She left?"

"Took a shower and went home while you were asleep," Danielle said, hands roaming over my torso. It was too dark to see the look on her face, but the sound of her lush voice told me that she was overjoyed and perhaps a bit tipsy. "Thank you so much, Derek. I've never seen her so happy."

"Any time," I said, half-joking. "I mean it. Having no-strings-attached sex with your hot cousin, and no hidden catches ready to bite me in the ass? Men would kill for the chance."

Danielle giggled darkly. "About the 'no hidden catch' thing..." she said, guiding my lips towards her breasts. 

"Oh no," I said, muffled by her fat nipple. "I fucking knew it."

"Yeah," Danielle said, grinning deviously as she reached back and slotted me into her. She began to roll her hips on top of me, like the motion of a ship on the sea. "So, on my way back from work a few days ago, I passed the dog shelter, and I saw the cutest dachshund puppy you've ever seen-"

I growled, grinding my exhausted hips into her. "We can pick it up tomorrow," I said tiredly. I'd just had marathon sex with her cousin; she had me by the balls, figuratively and literally. How could I possibly tell her 'no' to anything?

"Thank you, sweetie," Danielle said, stroking my hair. She pushed me back down to the bed, bracing her hands on my torso. I swear I saw a glimmer in her eyes as she rode me. "Now, tell me everything."

"Might take me a while," I said, my hands cupping her soft buttocks.

"Don't worry," Danielle said, smiling at me in the darkness. "We've got all night."



Nellie Ch. 02



Walking down the street on Christmas Eve, people stopped me every fifteen feet, cooing and giggling and turning a walk that should have taken ten minutes into a half-hour odyssey to the park and back. "You're too darned cute, that's the problem," I said to my walking partner, who was dressed in his tiny little Santa jacket. Buster, his short cutesy dachshund legs with the little cutesy dachshund paws pattering on the cold sidewalk, barked in response.

A trio of young women were walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction, and I prepared. As soon as they caught sight of Buster, they pounced on the poor puppy, subjecting him to horrifying scratches behind the ear and tummy rubs. "He's adorable!" one of them said as they continued on their way, having tortured my poor dog enough for one day.

"Thanks," I said. "Merry Christmas." Buster yapped season's greetings as well. "Come on, you little troublemaker, let's see if we can get home without being attacked again."

Sadly, we couldn't. Two more small packs of people cornered us before we could make it to the front door of the apartment building. It didn't help that Buster absolutely loved people, and strained against his leash to go say hello to everybody who walked by. There is nothing in the world that can make people devolve into belly-scratching, pet-name-calling monsters like a dachshund wearing a Santa jacket.

"I'm home," I called out as we walked through the front door into the apartment I shared with my girlfriend, Danielle. The whole place had been decked to the best of our amateur ability with Christmas decorations. A (plastic) tree next to the TV in the living room, a few bunches of mistletoe hung up at seemingly random positions, a wreath on the door, all that good stuff. I bent over to unhook Buster's leash from his collar and get him out of his jacket when I noticed something.

A pair of winter boots that I didn't recognize, still with chunks of salt from the sidewalk sticking to the soles. They looked a size too small for Danielle, so they probably weren't hers. "Dani, do we have company over?" I asked, guiding Buster's little paws out of the sleeves of his jacket.

"Yeah!" was my girlfriend's response. "In the living room!"

As soon as the jacket and the leash were off, Buster tore down the hall, yapping up a storm as his acute nose told him that there was a new person in the apartment who hadn't yet scratched his ears or belly. I heard a woman's cry of adoration, and then quiet giggling as Buster presumably threw himself on his back in front of her. I removed my own winter gear, wondering who was visiting. One of Danielle's co-workers? An old friend? Probably not family; the annual Christmas Eve party hosted by Danielle's aunt and uncle had been cancelled due to a sudden outbreak of the flu among the hosts, so it had been a quiet evening for us.

As I rounded the corner into the living room, I had the premonition that it wasn't going to be a very quiet evening for long. Sitting on the couch was my girlfriend, the smooth skinned, dark-haired Danielle, wearing an ugly green Christmas sweater (I don't want to taint my fingers by describing it accurately; just let it remain in your mind as a nebulous force of ugliness) and flannel pajama bottoms, and... Danielle, wearing a Santa dress that showed off a lot of cleavage that shook while she scratched Buster, who was technically not allowed on the couch but was too cute to be angry at. I only had the mirror vision for the briefest instant before the differences became obvious and I recognized who was scratching the dog.

"Nellie?" I almost shouted, staring in shock at the young woman who looked almost like a younger version of Danielle.

A smile lit up her pretty face, making the button nose (a trait shared with Danielle) crinkle cutely. "Derek! Hi!" she said, waving. Buster whined, unhappy that she wasn't using both hands to scratch his tummy. "Oh, okay, don't give me that." She returned her hand to Buster's exposed stomach.

Nellie was Danielle's shapely cousin, ten years her junior and a freshman at an out-of-state college this year. They looked so tremendously similar – which I believed was due to the fact that their mothers were identical twins – that they had frequently been mistaken for sisters, and they even acted like they were. They were incredibly close, despite their gap in age. So close, in fact, that when Nellie had asked to borrow me back in August so she could gain some sexual experience before going to college, Danielle had said "sure" instead of "what the fuck is wrong with you". 

"I didn't know you were coming over," I said, taking a seat on the couch between her and Danielle. "Aren't your parents sick?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, I'm perfectly healthy. Since they're bedridden, they said I could come over to spend Christmas Eve with you two," Nellie said. She'd changed a lot since I'd last seen her four months ago, but not physically. I'd always known her as a nervous, kind of quiet kid, never looking me in the eye and falling over her words whenever she talked to me. 

I had learned that this was because she'd had something of a crush on me for the three years I had been dating Danielle, but she had probably gotten over that after what we'd done together. Or if she wasn't over it, at least she was confident enough to be able to talk to me without stammering or second-guessing her own words. And confident enough to wear a cleavage-baring Santa dress that only reached halfway to her knees. The last time I'd seen her showing that much skin, she was naked. 

'Down, boy,' I thought at my stirring genitalia. 'That was a one-time thing. Right?'

"So, how's college been treating you?" I asked, hoping that the topic of the incredible sex we had wouldn't come up too quickly. We had all been okay with it, but if there was going to be any awkwardness, I didn't want it to flare up too quickly.

"Oh, it's been great so far. I love my classes, my roommate is great, and I've been getting a lot of nice attention," Nellie said, her tone making it clear what sort of attention she was talking about. That didn't take her long. "Although you kinda spoiled me."

"How?"

Danielle nudged me in the ribs. "You were too good, and now she's comparing all of her partners to you," she said, giving me a lopsided smile. My fears about awkwardness vanished at how casually she was talking about me boning her cousin. As a matter of fact, Danielle was sitting almost directly on the spot where Nellie's head had been when I gave her the first orgasm of the night. There were still holes in the cushions from her iron grip.

"I make no apologies," I said, leaning over to scratch Buster's belly. The fact that this gave me a better angle to admire Nellie's cleavage was completely unrelated. God, she was so wonderfully jiggly in all the places that jiggles were appreciated. "It's not my fault I've got years of experience compared to a bunch of teenagers who couldn't find a clitoris on a map."

"And he's so humble," Danielle said, smiling as she took a sip of her wine.

"After what he did to me, he can brag all he wants," Nellie said. "It's not that any of my partners were bad – well, most of them – they just didn't measure up."

"You've been busy, then?" I asked, reaching across Danielle to retrieve my wine glass from the side table. My torso pressed against her chest as I reached, and from how I felt her breasts squish against me, I was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra. Fun.

"Well, a little bit," Nellie said, crossing her legs. God, they were so amazingly slender, and the candy-cane striped knee-high socks she was wearing really drew the eye. I stopped myself from checking out my girlfriend's cousin any farther. I mean, we'd had sex before, but that was with Dani's permission.

"Ooh, tell us all about it," Danielle said eagerly. "Come on, all the juicy details."

"Geez, really?" Nellie complained with a smile and a blush. With each motion of her leg, her skirt inched up a bit higher, showing me more of her smooth and supple thighs. She didn't make any attempt to straighten the errant clothing. I stopped checking her out again. "No way, it's too embarrassing."

"I'd agree with you if you hadn't borrowed my boyfriend to take your virginity," Danielle rebutted, wrapping her arms around my neck and draping herself over my shoulder. I could feel the weight of her plentiful breasts through the wool of her ugly sweater, and her breath on my cheek sent shivers down my spine. "You owe us. Spill."

Nellie hummed in thought, tapping her chin. "Get me a glass of wine and I'll talk," she finally decided.

We acquiesced to her demands, pouring the underage woman a glass of red wine. It was hardly the worst thing that had happened to her in this apartment. She drank it without complaint, even if she downed it a bit too fast. We knew it was going to be good when she said, "Okay, do you want chronological or in order of how good it was?"

The next few hours were spent listening to the details of every sexual encounter she'd had in the past four months, and we were quickly found out that her definition of 'a little bit busy' was quite different from ours. She would charge us a bit more wine for each story she told, and it was worth every drop. After a few stories, Buster fell asleep, and had to be transplanted to his little doggie bed in the kitchen. He was forbidden from sleeping in the bed with us until he felt sorry for having mistaken the red sheets for a fire hydrant, and that would take at least two more weeks. 

"...and we got our clothes back on just as the librarian came around the corner," Danielle said, finishing up the story of how she'd had a quickie with a grad student in the reference stacks. "She gave us some weird looks, but I don't think she suspected anything. Still, sometimes I think that it would have been pretty hot if she had seen us. Even though we'd have gotten in huge trouble."

I sighed proudly. "Look at this girl," I said to Danielle. "Four months ago, she was embarrassed to take her clothes off, and now she's like a sexual deviant. I've created a monster." Danielle laughed, cheeks rosy from drink.

"No, you didn't. You opened my eyes and showed me that sex isn't scary," Nellie said. Without Buster in the way, she had been inching closer and closer to me over the past hour, like a slow trickle of honey. Now, I had two buxom beauties on each side of me, and they were both more than a bit buzzed. They were both starting to look like Santa; their cheeks were rosy from the drink, and they both had a nice jiggle, although not in the same place as Saint Nick.

And with the alcohol, they were both getting unmistakably flirtatious. Nellie would occasionally brush her fingers against my thigh, and Danielle was still resting on my side, periodically pressing her breasts against me. "And I can't thank you enough for that," Nellie said sweetly as she painted a slow, sensual line from my knee up to the joint of my hip. The tingling spread up and down my leg, warming me more than a thick blanket ever could. I glanced at Danielle, as I had been every time Nellie touched me flirtatiously. She just watched, eyes craving.

The wine had hit me as well, and the sexy stories and flirtatious touches sure hadn't helped. A dull desire had awakened deep in my bones, primal instinct urging me to procreate.

I decided to test my luck.

I reached for Nellie's knee and softly lay my hand on it, squeezing her just a bit. "I'm sure you could, if you really tried," I said, looking her deep in the eyes. A charge of electricity ran between us, daring my hand to go as high as I dared. We both glanced at Danielle; she smiled back, watching us.

I got a bit more daring, hooking a finger under Nellie's skirt and sliding it up her thigh, exposing more of that supple, clear skin. My heart thundered in my ears as I stared at the bare flesh of my girlfriend's cousin, and brought my hand closer to her inner thigh-

"I think," Nellie said abruptly, holding up her empty glass, "that I need some more wine." In response, Danielle held up the empty bottle, and shook it to demonstrate that there were only a few drops left. "Aww."

"There's another bottle in the kitchen," Dani said, standing up. The sudden loss of her warmth at my side was like a chilly wind. "Let me get it for you."

Nellie rose a second later, and my hand slipped away from her thigh. "No, you don't have to, I can find it," she said, following her cousin to the kitchen. I glanced up as I watched them go, and excitement suddenly roared to life inside of me at what I saw.

"Nellie, relax, you're our guest-"

"It's fine, really-"

"Ahem," I coughed. "Ladies?"

Standing in the doorway to the kitchen, the two buxom women quit their minor squabble to look at me. This was the biggest gamble I'd ever taken in my life, but I was horny and tipsy enough to take the shot. Smiling like a fool, I pointed above their heads, where a tiny sprig of mistletoe was hanging from the doorway. They stared at it for a second, then at each other, then at me. "You know the rules," I said, watching them intently.

The busty women looked at each other again. Danielle sighed, putting her hands on her cousin's shoulders. "It's the rules," she said, the hungry look on her face betraying her blank tone of voice. 

"Can't break them," Nellie agreed, winding her arms around Danielle's hips. The distance between their bodies became zero, and the pressure made Nellie's tits nearly spill out of the top of her dress. Despite their similar faces and body types, Danielle was a few inches taller than Nellie (and a bit bustier), so she was looking down at her cousin as their lips moved closer.

I heard the tiny, wet sound that their luscious lips made as they tentatively touched. It was the most erotic sound that I had ever heard.

The two women brought their lips apart as if they were on fire, and stared at each other as if they were seeing something entirely new to them. Then, the giggling set in, and it set off an avalanche.

Again, they kissed, their heart-shaped lips pressing together. They stayed like that for one, two, three seconds, eyes closed, and then parted long enough to take a breath, let out another giggle, and then they reunited, smacking softly. Their bodies melded together, like they were trying to get even closer.

"This is so wrong," Danielle said between feverish kisses. One hand was running through her cousin's hair, while the other explored the curve of her back. 

"But so hot," Nellie added. Her hands moved from Danielle's hips to her ass, squeezing the round flesh beneath the pajama bottoms. Danielle giggled, licking Nellie's lips with her wet, pink tongue.

Meanwhile, my dick was harder than diamond. Seeing two girls make out was already sexy, and this was made even more intense by the taboo nature of it. My manhood pushed against the oppressive fabric of my pants, struggling to find freedom and maybe somebody to give it a kiss, too.

The kisses ended far earlier than I would have liked, and the two women looked at me, staring like predators at my erection through my pants. They conferred without saying anything, and walked towards me with seductive promises in every step. Danielle reached up and took the mistletoe off of the string, carrying it with her as she and Nellie sat down on either side of me. "You liked that?" Nellie asked, putting her hand on my loins.

"Maybe," I said, slipping a hand around her hip. With a pop, Danielle's slender fingers opened the clasp on my pants, and Nellie's lowered the zipper. Together, they separated the fly of my underwear, and my cock shot out, free for a second before it was trapped by two gentle, warm hands. It felt like it was even longer than usual.

"That's a yes," Danielle moaned, slowly and tauntingly stroking the most honest part of my body, while Nellie's fingers twirled around the crown. Danielle held up the mistletoe above us, her pink lips glistening. I kissed her eagerly, warmth zinging through my body. I could never possibly get tired of kissing Danielle, her lips as soft as bubblegum and a hundred times as sweet.

Nellie reached over and snatched the mistletoe from Danielle's fingers, and held it over her head. "My turn," she said. I glanced at Danielle; even though I was fairly sure she would be okay with it, considering where Nellie's hand was, it could never hurt to be sure. By the time she was halfway through a nod of approval, my tongue was already in Nellie's mouth. 

To my pleasant surprise, the young woman didn't let me take complete control like she had during our last encounter. Instead, she met me as an equal, not trying to dominate but not trying to submit, either. She'd gained experience at this; the tip of her tongue roamed all through my mouth, from my hard palate to the underside of my own tongue.

Danielle took the mistletoe back from Nellie, and held it above herself. When I went in for the kiss, she put a hand on my chest to stop me. "Not you," she said with a smile. She puckered up and met Nellie's lips again, their tongues getting more daring as the speed of their hands stayed steady. The sight of my girlfriend making out with another woman sent a thrill of jealousy up my spine, even though I knew it was stupid of me to think like that. 

The mistletoe changed hands several more times. Nellie and I, Danielle and I, Nellie and Danielle, everybody had a chance. At one point, Danielle held it between the three of us, and we experimented with a triple kiss. It didn't really work; despite the novelty, it wasn't really comfortable pressing our faces together like that, so we just laughed it off, and I sat back to watch Nellie and Danielle make out again. They kept jerking me off as the three of us kissed, slow enough to keep me going but fast enough to drive me mad.

Finally, I'd had enough. Tearing myself away from the sight of two beautiful women sharing their tongues, I swiped the mistletoe from Nellie's fingers. They broke apart, watching the magical plant to see who would be mashing lips with whom next, and their eyes narrowed and smiles grew as I dangled it over my cock. "It's the rules," I said, giving the magical plant a little shake.

"The rules," Nellie agreed. She was the first to get her lips around me, suctioning them over the head of my cock and letting her tongue do all the work. She'd displayed a natural talent for oral a few months ago, but now, teasing the most sensitive part of my cock as it leaked precum, she showed true mastery. In four months. I was amazed.

"Can't break 'em," Danielle said, turning her head to the side to get her lips around my shaft, below where Nellie was focused on the glans. Her mouth wetted me with slick saliva, and her tongue tickled me.

"Uuugh," I groaned, melting into the cushions. We may have been pulling off multiple varieties of sin at once, but I was in heaven.

Danielle dragged her tongue up my shaft, and licked around Nellie's lips where they met my cock. Nellie moved to the side to give Danielle some room, and they kissed around my cock, subjecting me to a two-pronged attack of their skillful tongues. The sight and the sensation was magnified by the happy sounds they were making. I couldn't see where their hands were, but had a pretty good suspicion.

It was amazing that I'd already lasted so long, but under their twinned attentions, I couldn't hope to hold off. I reached out to grab their heads, fingers coursing through their dark hair. "Getting close," I warned them, warmth rising up. "God, so close-"

Danielle's eyes sparked open, and she did something that nobody had any time to react to. Like a bully in line at the cafeteria, she shoved Nellie away and sucked me the rest of the way with a furious pace, taking me down to the balls as her tongue slurped around me, making wet gurgling noises in the back of her throat.




Nellie Ch. 02



I cursed as I came, every drop spurting directly into her throat. My hips bucked into her face, and I could feel her muscles contracting as she swallowed everything I gave her. When I was done, I slumped like a puppet with cut strings, and tried to remember how to think. Danielle pulled herself off of me, wet trails of saliva connecting my cock to her lips.

"What the shit, Dani?" Nellie said, looking at her cousin with angry eyes.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," Danielle said, wiping her mouth. "If you'd like, I can make it up to you..."

That got Nellie's attention. One eyebrow arched, the young woman smiled. "Oh? How?"

Danielle cupped Nellie's chin and kissed her, gentle but firm. "Let me show you," she said, guiding Nellie to sit down on the couch next to me. They kissed again while Danielle's hands vanished up the skirt of Nellie's Santa dress. A second later, they returned, dragging a thin black thong down her thighs. "You came here wearing this?" Danielle asked as she pulled the tiny garment down Nellie's legs, taking her socks off as well. She sniffed the moistened strip of material that had been covering Nellie's crotch, and sighed.

"I can't believe it," she said authoritatively as she nonchalantly tossed the thong away. "You come here, dressed like a whore, and you try to seduce your cousin and her boyfriend?"

"Very naughty," I said, taking my place next to Danielle, crouched on the floor in front of Nellie.

"Unfortunately, since we don't have any coal on hand-"

"We can't use a charcoal grill here," I explained, wriggling the rest of the way out of my pants while keeping my faux-disappointed glare fixed on Nellie, more specifically Nellie's chest. My cock hung out of the fly of my boxers, damp and soft.

"I think we're going to have to punish you instead," Danielle stated.

Our imposing guises dropped, revealing our lustful intentions. Nellie flushed under the weight of our lusty stares. "Oh no," she whined, cupping her face in her hands in falsified shock. "What kind of punishment?"

"Hmm." Danielle reached forwards and squeezed Nellie's breasts, the tips of her fingers sinking what was exposed of the soft flesh. "I wonder..."

In one motion, she grabbed the top hem of the dress and yanked it down. Nellie's bountiful breasts dropped free, her big, salmon-colored nipples stiff and prominent on the smooth globes. Nellie, her coy act betrayed by her come-hither smile, crossed her arms over her chest to retain her 'modesty', but I was having none of that. I grabbed her slender wrists and separated her arms, pinning them to the back cushion of the sofa. Nellie's eyes glowed with excitement.

"She wasn't even wearing a bra," Danielle pointed out, lips pressing against my ear.

"Another punishable offense," I grinned.

"Oh no," Nellie deadpanned with an embarrassed smile. "What are you going to do to me?"

Danielle and I shared a smirking glance. "This," we said at the same time, and lowered our mouths to her big, tasty nipples.

Nellie cried out in delight as we latched. Danielle and I, mouths wrapped around Nellie's big nipples, She shivered beneath our lips, and kept making tiny, erotic noises as we suckled and kissed at her. There's nothing as fun as playing with a nice tit, and Nellie packed a perfect pair of perky puppies. Most breasts the size of Nellie's and Danielle's tended to be too saggy, but the ones on these two ladies had a magnificent, drooping teardrop shape, their areolas rising off the soft mammary like low mountains. Nellie squirmed beneath our lips and tongues, mewling energetically. 

"This is the best punishment ever," she whined after a few minutes.

"It's not working. This may call for desperate measures," I said to my cohort. I had also demonstrated why I would make an absolutely terrible jailer: unable to resist the temptation, I had let go of Nellie's wrists to free my hands to squeeze the breast I was playing with. She played her fingers along the backs of our heads, encouraging us to keep going.

"I think you're right. Time for a different tactic," Danielle decided. She lifted Nellie's skirt up to her waist, putting her bald, pink pussy on display. "The third infraction. Not even wearing panties."

"That's because you took them off," Nellie pointed out.

"Prisoners don't get to talk," I said, gazing at the lush vaginal lips, glistening with arousal. "Do you want to, or should I?"

The grin she gave me was all the answer I needed. I was struck by the sudden need to say something very important. "You're the best girlfriend ever," I said.

She kissed me. "I know," she said. "Now come on, this girl isn't going to eat herself out."

We moved on from Nellie's breasts, and brought our mouths a good deal lower. Two people eating one girl out was hard (just like I was), but it sent our young lover over the moon. The system we worked out was pretty similar to what Danielle and Nellie had been doing to me: delegation of duties. One of us on the clit, one of us on the pussy. Still, we bumped heads more than a few times, adding mutters of 'ow' and 'sorry' to the plethora of noises we had made tonight. 

Nellie didn't even notice. She watched us, but her eyes were distant, the pleasure sending her to some other world. With her hands free, she played with her own breasts, grabbing and squeezing and pleasing herself as only she knew how to. I moaned into her clit as she performed a trick that I had introduced to Danielle after Nellie demonstrated it to me back in August. She scooped up one of her magnificent breasts and lifted it to her mouth, suckling herself and happy as could be.

Fuck, I couldn't take it any longer. "I think we're going to have to really punish her," I said to Dani, who was digging her tongue between Nellie's labia. The scent of the college student's arousal was a potent aphrodisiac, and my dick was an obelisk between my legs.

"Yes!" Nellie squealed, her breast falling free of her mouth. "Oh god, I want you to punish me!"

Danielle bit her lip in thought, almost seeming uncertain as she squeezed her cousin's clit. "You wouldn't happen to be... enjoying any of this, would you?" she asked our 'prisoner', who shook her head with a wide, open smile on her face.

"Not even a little bit. I don't want him to fuck me with that hard cock," she said exuberantly. "Please don't do that. Please don't have him fill my tight pussy with his thick cock."

I looked at Danielle expectantly, and then realized why she might be feeling hesitation. I was about to bone her cousin while she watched. She'd been okay with it happening before, but that was different. Behind closed doors, out of her sight. Now, her boyfriend and her cousin were chomping at the bit to pleasure each other in front of her.

For a moment, I thought she was going to have second thoughts.

Then, she gave me a smile that told me exactly how hot she thought it would be to watch me fuck another woman, especially Nellie. She communicated so much arousal with just the curve of her lips that I felt myself twitch. 

"The foolish slut just told us exactly what we should do to punish her," she said with a devious smile. She got up onto the couch next to Nellie, and used her fingers to hold her cousin's labia open so that I could see into her pink insides. "And it will be her undoing. Fuck her, Derek."

I shot forward before she even got through the first syllable of my name. My erection, sticking out from the fly of my boxers, went right past her wide-open pussy to bury every inch of itself inside of her.

Nellie gasped, eyes widening at the suddenness of my entry. I growled from deep in my gut, feeling every smooth fold wrap around my length. I grabbed her wide hips, still covered by the red fake velvet of her Santa dress, which was now gathered around her midriff. Her breasts bounced free, and her legs were completely bare. The vibrant red color made the salmon shade of her nipples and pussy stand out even further. And there was something about being only partially naked that somehow made her look hotter than she did in the buff, which you have to understand is a really high bar.

I thrust my hips into hers deep and fast, watching her as she watched me disappear inside her. I wondered what she was thinking, as I fucked her while still wearing my shirt and boxers, before I realized that Danielle was saying something. "He's got a nice dick, doesn't he?" she asked Nellie, rubbing herself through her flannel pajama shorts.

"He's got such a nice dick," Nellie agreed breathily, grabbing her own breasts and squeezing them together. "God, I love your boyfriend's dick so much." Hearing her say it, reminding us of our situation, sent a wave of goosebumps all along my skin.

Danielle turned Nellie's head and kissed her roughly, tongue darting between her lips. The sounds of their kissing joined the slapping sounds my hips made against Nellie's, and the sight hardened me even further.

Unbidden, Nellie snaked her hand past the waistband of Danielle's pajama bottoms, sliding towards her cunt. A second later, Dani groaned appreciatively, almost doubling over as Nellie did something I couldn't see. Everybody was having fun now. 

Nellie came first, quiet as a mouse. I only even noticed because I felt her tighten around me in waves, and looked up from her breast to see her eyes roll up into her head. Danielle sighed into her mouth, obviously enjoying Nellie's fingering. "Think she's been punished enough?" she asked me.

"I don't know. Nellie? Are you sorry for what you did?" I asked, not letting up the pace.

"Yes," Nellie moaned. She reached for me, pulling me in to taste her succulent lips again. "I'm really sorry for trying to seduce the two of you into having sex with me."

...She said, while fingering her cousin and being boned by said cousin's boyfriend. 

"She's lying. Keep going," Danielle said, slapping my ass. The sharp pain made me go even deeper into Nellie. She moaned deliciously, an undeniably authentic sound that proved I was doing something right. 

"Fuck, Danielle, you really lucked out with this guy," she moaned. "How did you meet him again?"

We shared a glance. "It's a long story," Danielle said uneasily. 

It wasn't. I was dancing at a Chippendales while waiting for a better job to open up. She wrote her phone number on a ten-dollar bill. Do the math.

Danielle reached down to mess with Nellie's clit, distracting the young woman from asking too many questions. I bent down to claim Nellie's lips, our tongues dancing together wildly. I picked up the pace; I had gotten my rocks off barely half an hour ago, so I could move at this speed without worrying about finishing before she did.

Nellie came again without warning, her legs clenching vice-like around my back. I released her lips from mine to hear her howl, and saw her eyes fluttering as waves of pleasure washed over her. I glanced at Danielle, and saw my expression mirrored on her face. Pure satisfaction. It was better than any orgasm. 

Okay, almost any orgasm.

"Jesus," Nellie breathed, practically oozing into the couch once it was all done. She pulled me down for a sated, languid kiss, and I pulled out of her wetly. The front of my boxers were drenched with her, but I wasn't planning on wearing them for much longer, so oh well. "That was amazing. You're a gift to women everywhere."

I laughed. "Sorry, I think I'll save it for one woman in particular," I said, motioning at Danielle, who was licking her own honey off Nellie's fingers. "Though she's free to share me as she pleases."

"That's right, because you're my bitch," Danielle growled, extending Nellie's slick hand to me. I licked her fingers, staring at Danielle as I tasted her on another woman's hand.

"Happily," I said, my tongue making Nellie giggle. "I'm all yours, any time, any place." Nellie said something about how the two of us were revolting, but we ignored her.

Danielle's grin said 'I am going to fuck you until you regret saying that'. "Then how about right now," she said, her indescribably sexy legs unfolding to lift her off the couch. "But I think we should change the place."

"I like the sound of that," I said, letting her trail her finger along my chin as she walked past me. With my erection sticking out of my boxers, I bowed as I offered a hand to help Nellie up.

"What a gentleman," Nellie giggled, accepting the aid. Her legs wiggled uncertainly for a moment, but she made them carry her across the floor towards Danielle. She put her arm around my girlfriend's waist, and Danielle did the same. "He's so polite."

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't have ulterior motives," I admitted, following their asses towards the bedroom. Nellie's skirt was still hiked up to her hips, and her thong had landed on the fake Christmas tree. Her round cheeks looked even prettier in motion.

"At least he's honest," Danielle said. She was still wearing her pajama bottoms, now with a wet patch on the crotch, but I stared straight through it, believing that a rear that fine should be on display at all times. Sly Nellie, with a knowing wink in my direction, obliged me, and pulled Dani's waistband down far enough to expose her full ass. 

"Every inch of him," Nellie said, taking a handful of Dani's rump and squeezing. Danielle giggled saucily, and bumped hips with Nellie, setting off another bit of girlish giggling.

Once we were in the bedroom, and the door was closed, Danielle was the first to act. She bent over as she pulled her pajama bottoms the rest of the way off, giving us a view of her pussy at the same time. "Everybody naked," she commanded as she lifted her ugly sweater off her divine body. She jumped onto our king-size bed, her breasts – nipples already hard enough to put a man's eye out – jiggling wildly.

"As you command," I said, and quickly began shedding clothes like a tree shedding leaves. My pants had been left behind in the living room, but my shirt, underwear, and socks still needed to be removed. I made a show of it, removing each piece of clothing with the flair of a showman. Music that only I could hear blew through the air, softly begging me to dance for packs of middle-aged women and bachelorette parties, but I resisted the gilded call of the stage. I had left that life behind years ago.

I dropped my boxers to the floor and stepped out of them. I stretched, my manhood erect and ready for action, their eyes making me feel drunk with pleasure. "You can look, and you can definitely touch," I dared them. I wasn't a dancer any more, but I still kept in shape. Maybe not chiseled, but I would turn heads if I walked down the street with my shirt off, and not just because I was a half-naked man walking down the street.

Dani and I turned to Nellie, the last one of us with clothes (partly) on. She grinned as her little Santa dress crawled the rest of the way down her body. Her breasts and hips swayed with each downward tug she gave the dress, making me salivate in anticipation. Finally, the dress passed the curve of her juicy hip, and it fell to the floor as a red puddle trimmed with white fur. She made a full pirouette, displaying all of her lush curves to her depraved audience. She stalked over to Danielle, joining her on the bed; neither of the two women were shy about admiring the other in the buff, baldly staring with wet eyes.

Now that they were next to each other in the nude, I could finally compare them. They both had bodies like Jessica Rabbit: breasts that could feed a village, waists that made them look like perfect hourglasses, hips that needed a 'wide load' sticker, and legs that my eyes could get lost wandering along. Danielle, the older of the two, was a bit taller, and a bit more stacked, her breasts a bit firmer. Nellie's breasts may have been smaller, but they were softer, more supple, and – though I would never tell Danielle this – she definitely had the better ass. It was cuter, and a bit springier.

Of course, it was pointless comparing them, as if one of them was hotter than the other. They were both gorgeous, they were both sexy, they were both naked, and they were both mine.

An animal growl rose in my throat as I realized that I could do whatever I wanted to these two examples of female perfection. Indulging in my base urges, I pounced, tackling Danielle to the bed and doing my best to find out what the inside of her throat tasted like. We were both wet from our last escapade, so I had no problems sliding into home base. She moaned into my throat as I fucked her ferociously, her nipples hard against my chest. When I felt something soft being pressed to the side of my face, I separated from Dani's mouth to devour Nellie's proffered breasts.

We continued like this, animalistic, before an idea came to me. "Nellie," I snarled, unlatching from her large breast, "I want you on her face." Nellie's eyes lit up, but she looked to her cousin for confirmation. Danielle, making tiny gasps of pleasure, nodded quickly. I pulled away from Danielle, allowing Nellie to straddle her cousin's face.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Danielle said, and buried her tongue between the engorged lips of our shared lover. Nellie gasped, lurching forwards and grabbing my shoulders for support.

"Holy shit, she's good," Nellie groaned.

"I know, right?" I smiled. 

Nellie began to move her pussy energetically on Danielle's face, dripping sweet sap all over her mouth and chin. "Fuck, guys have eaten me out before, but they were never this good!"

I couldn't see exactly what Danielle was doing to her, but I did see how lonely Nellie's breasts looked, jostling as she writhed on my girlfriend's face. I took one of them into my mouth, sucking on the hardened nipple, producing happy noises from the young woman.

This was the best Christmas ever.

The thought was enough to get me to relinquish Nellie's breast for a second to glance at the bedside clock. Lo and behold, it had been Christmas for half an hour. Nellie's dirty stories had really made the time fly. "Hold up a second," I said to Nellie, coming to a halt. I directed her to get off of Danielle's face so that I could lean down to give the prone woman a kiss. She had Nellie's sweet taste on her lips. "Merry Christmas, babe."

She glanced at the clock, and then smiled and kissed me again. "Merry Christmas, honey."

"Hey, I want one too," Nellie said, pouting.

"Oh, fine, come here." I kissed the delightful college student, giving her a bit of tongue as an added bonus. "Merry Christmas."

"And to you," Nellie said. She doubled over to exchange season's greetings with Danielle, licking up the taste of her ichor on my girlfriend's mouth. "Back to business?"

"Of course," I said, and started humping again. Nellie resumed her position on Danielle's face, and we carried on as if nothing had happened. A few minutes later, Nellie came a second time, her thighs clamping around Dani's head. When she was done, she fell back to the mattress, freeing Danielle and I to have some solo time.

"Derek, you'd better make me cum soon," Danielle warned, licking her lips to get more of Nellie's sugary flavor. "Nellie's already gotten hers three times."

"As you wish," I said. "Turn over."

There was a brief lull in action as I pulled out so she could flip over, presenting her incredible round ass to me. I claimed it hard and fast, glancing over at Nellie to see how she was doing. She had three fingers in her pussy, languidly fingering herself as she watched us. "You two look amazing," our young lover said, using her thumb to fiddle with her clit. "It's like watching live porn. I get him next, right?"

"After he finishes me off," Danielle answered, fingers clenching on the bed. "Shouldn't be long."

Nellie, it seemed, didn't want to wait, because she crawled over to Danielle and I, flopped onto her back, and scooted under Danielle like a mechanic would to a car. Danielle's hanging breasts were swinging like heavy pendulums, and Nellie grabbed hold of them, subjecting the nipples to her playful tongue. Danielle tossed her head back, releasing a deep moan of pleasure.




Nellie Ch. 02



"Keep that up," I said, switching from my furious pace to teasing lunges. I was putting her on a slow burn, letting her simmer. My new tactic got the expected reaction, and she quivered around me like the tremors of a distant earthquake. "Take it nice and easy."

"Fuck nice and easy," Danielle whined, looking back at me with a look on her face that almost made me finish right there. "I want you hard."

I leaned over to nip at her ear. "You'll get it, don't worry," I sighed to her. "Just relax."

"You two are driving me insane," Danielle squeaked, her every muscle tensing in anticipation. "Derek, please, I need you to fuck me harder..."

"In a minute," I said, knowing that an orgasm was about to hit her like a tidal wave. "Then I'll fuck you as hard as you want."

"You'd better – ah!" Danielle jolted, eyes wide. "Ah! Oh fuck!" With each exclamation, she jolted again, and clenched around my erection. I kissed her neck and shoulders, waiting for her orgasm to finish. It took a minute, but finally Danielle was completely still, shivering from the last scraps of her climax, while I slowly fucked her and Nellie kept suckling. "Ooh, shit."

"My turn?" Nellie asked eagerly, sticking her head out from under Danielle. I smiled down at her.

"Not just yet. We need to even out the scoreboard a bit," I said, repositioning myself for the proper angle of penetration. "Don't leave her tits alone. This'll be quick."

I drove into Danielle like a jackhammer, pounding down into her at just the right spot. A squeak from somewhere deep in her body escaped through her mouth. Below her, Nellie sucked at Danielle's tits like a hungry calf, making wet, erotic noises as she did so. 

Danielle's arms buckled, sending her face-first into Nellie's chest. I heard muffled cries of joy, and then another set of suckling noises filled the air. Below Danielle, Nellie released a breast from her mouth long enough to groan, "Yes." Then, she switched nipples and attacked with renewed enthusiasm.

Every action we made fed into the erotic charge coursing through the room, almost a palpable force. I felt it in my skin, every hair on my body rising and tingling. In my mind, clouded with a murky, happy haze. In my loins, building up as an addictive warmth, steadily rising towards a climax. I held on as best I could.

Mercifully, I wasn't the first to pop. Danielle's head flew up, staring at a point on the wall with distant eyes. "Oh god," she said, back arching in short bursts as she shook. "Oh god, oh god, oh god."

When she came, I came, my eyes clenching shut as I throbbed into her. I groaned deeply, riding the waves of orgasm as far as I could. It buzzed in my brain like an electric blanket, swaddling my body and making me feel so, so warm.

Nellie wisely got out from under Danielle before she collapsed, bringing me down with her. I kissed Dani weakly on the cheek, before she turned her head to meet my lips. She laughed lightly into my mouth. "You were great," she said, her speech slow and gentle.

Nellie dropped next to us, making the mattress bounce. "Was I great?" she asked. Danielle grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her in for a kiss so sensual it made my loins ache.

"You were great, too," she said. "Thank you so much for suggesting this."

"I knew it. I knew you two had this planned out," I said, pulling out of Danielle and crashing onto the mattress between them.

"I thought it would be a nice present for you two," Nellie said, nestling into my arm. "Plus, I owed Dani a favor for letting me borrow you, and I suggested this as a good way to pay her back."

"So how long have you two been planning this?" I asked Dani, who was nestled into my other arm.

"Since a few days after Nellie went to college," she said. "We decided, what the hell, could be hot."

Finally, I brought their attention to the proverbial elephant in the room. "Even though you're...?"

They both shared a laugh and a smile, understanding what I was getting at. "This doesn't count as incest, Derek," Nellie said.

"We can't make an inbred baby, so what's the harm in having some fun together?" Danielle asked. "It's just sex."

"Can't argue with that logic," I said, pulling them closer to me. I mean, I could have argued with them, but I didn't want to. I had to admit, the taboo nature of what we were doing was pretty hot. "Especially after what the two of you did to me."

Danielle laughed, taking hold of my rapidly stiffening junk. "And what we're going to do to you," she said.

"We've been planning this for months," Nellie said, her hand joining Danielle's. "We've got a lot of stuff we still want to do."

My smile broadened. "You two are going to break me in half, aren't you?"

"Oh, we're going to try," Danielle threatened warmly, rising off the bed. "Nellie, think you can keep him busy while I clean up this mess?" She pointed at her pussy, still dripping with my milky white semen.

"Don't tell me what to do," Nellie said with mock annoyance, straddling me. I craned my neck to watch Danielle and her amazing ass leave, and turned my attention back to the woman sitting on my lap when the bathroom door closed and the shower started.

"So, this might make family dinners a bit awkward," I said as Nellie hovered over my lap, lining my erection up with her wet pussy. Amazingly, I was already as hard as a rock again, despite having ejaculated just a few minutes ago. Of course, every part of my body was probably going to be sore in the morning, but I would be too happy to care.

"We're all adults. I'm sure we can act perfectly – oh yes – mature." She practically melted around me, warm and wet, and I lay still, resting while she controlled the pace. She swayed in long back and forth movements, a slow pace to get us started. She leaned forwards, her breasts brushing against my chest with each slow undulation. "So, when are you going to pop the question to Dani?"

Despite what we were doing, I think I felt a hearty blush rising. "Is this really the best time to be asking me that?" I hissed.

"Yes," Nellie said. "Derek, if a relationship can survive after the man has sex with the woman's cousin, and then all of them having a threesome, that's a pretty good sign of a solid romance. In my book, at least." She shrugged, her breasts hanging off her chest like heavy fruit. "Seriously, when are you going to do it?"

I peeked over her shoulder at the bathroom door. Danielle liked long, steamy showers, but could I really count on her to do that when she had a bed to get back to? I decided to take the chance. "At the New Years party the office hosts every year," I whispered. "The second the ball drops, I'm going to put the ring on her finger." 

Nellie's eyes swelled to twice their normal size, and she came to an abrupt standstill halfway down my length. Her breasts kept moving for a second before they too came to a rest. "Oh my god, seriously?" she whispered excitedly.

With Nellie no longer moving, I began to move up and down as much as the mattress allowed me to. She got the hint and started moving again, though that eager fire didn't leave her eyes. "I don't believe it!" she said in a whispery squeal, leaning over so her breasts pillowed against my chest and her lips were inches from mine. "I was just teasing you! I didn't think you were actually planning to propose!"

"I got the ring a few weeks ago," I said softly, as we reached a harmonious rhythm. "Just been waiting for the right opportunity." I didn't tell her that I had been planning to do it on Christmas morning; I figured it would be a bad idea to propose after having a threesome with her cousin.

"Oh, when you have kids, I've got dibs on godmother," Nellie said. The way we were moving together was incredible. She went back and forth while I went up and down; there wasn't a square inch of her pussy that I didn't hit.

"Oh, that won't be for a long time," I said, laughing.

The bathroom door swung open, and Danielle, naked but for the towel drying her hair, swept into the room. "What won't be?" she asked, having caught my last sentence. My heart damn near stopped; I'd been so absorbed in fucking Nellie that I hadn't even noticed the sound of the shower shutting off. Danielle's skin was still shimmering with wetness, and every brisk motion of her hands on her towel shook her breasts.

"His next orgasm. He says he can keep this up for hours," Nellie said without a moment's hesitation.

"Oh, he's not joking," Danielle confirmed. She dropped the towel, advancing on us with a confident swagger. I noticed little wisps of steam rising from her shoulders as she crossed the room towards us.

"I hope not," Nellie said, winking at me. "Have a nice shower?"

"Very," Danielle said, crawling up on the bed and kissing her cousin's neck. "I made sure it was a quick one. Couldn't have you two getting up to anything sordid without me."

"Ooh, you smell nice. What kind of shampoo is that?" Nellie asked, a casual question for a woman bouncing on a dick.

"You can try some later," Danielle said, kissing Nellie's cheek. "Now, where do you want me?"

Wow. Our relationship was rock solid, wasn't it? I was up to my balls in her cousin, and she was asking us what she should do. I was a lucky, lucky man.

I beckoned Dani closer, recognizing the opportunity to fulfill a fantasy of mine. When she put her ear next to my mouth, I whispered my idea, and I could almost hear the grin on her face. "I like it," she said.

"I thought you would." I patted Nellie's rump. "Turn around, hot stuff. We're trying something new."

"I like new," Nellie said, rotating around with my shaft as the axis. Her ass looked marvelous perched on my lap, but then again, it would be hard to make it not look incredible. "What now?"

"Lean back," Danielle said, crouching between my legs and facing Nellie.

"Ooh," Nellie said, doing so. She held out her arms to support herself, placing her hands on the mattress on either side of me. I reached around her to grab her breasts, unable to resist the opportunity. Nellie laughed at my single-minded obsession. "And now?"

"Keep moving," Danielle ordered.

"Aye-aye," Nellie said with a cheesy salute. She began to use her powerful hips and legs to carry herself up and down my erection. The site of our union was completely exposed to Danielle, and she watched us with wet, lurid eyes.

Looking at her, I realized that I could propose to her right now and she would probably say 'yes' without any hesitation. She was enjoying this just as much as I was.

She leaned closer, and ran her pink tongue up my length as it kept plunging into Nellie, making both of us cry out in pleasure. "Fuck yes," I grunted from the twinned stimulation.

"Holy shit," Nellie gasped as Danielle's tongue lavished us. "This is incredible."

"Finish quickly so we can trade places," Danielle said, her tongue zig-zagging up my shaft as Nellie came down. She drew tiny circles over every exposed inch of our sexes, she kissed my balls, she sucked on Nellie's clit, she used every dirty trick in her arsenal to make one of us finish. Nellie was the first to go, writhing on top of me as she moaned, and her orgasm caused her arms to give out. She fell flat against me, which didn't keep me from fucking her and playing with her breasts. She was so far gone that there was nothing she could do but lie there and laugh breathily as we kept pleasuring her.

"Okay, that's enough. My turn, hot stuff," Danielle said, patting the insides of Nellie's thighs to get her to move. "Come on, time for me to fuck my boyfriend while you eat us out."

"I love you so much," I said. What else could I say after hearing her say something like that?

"Dani, Derek," Nellie said feebly. "I'd love to – I really would – but I don't think I can move." She tried to lift her shoulders, but only got a few inches up before fatigue dragged her back down. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I'm done."

I pulled out of her, and maneuvered myself out from beneath her prone form. "Shame," I said, still rock hard and dripping with her nectar. "I thought you two were going to break me in half."

"Oh, she's not finished until I say so," Danielle stated firmly. She kneeled between Nellie's outspread legs, shaking the exhausted girl's knees. "Come on, you promised."

"I can't," Nellie wailed. "Dani, I want to, I really want to, but I've had four orgasms in the past hour. I can't move."

"Okay," Danielle said, though it clearly wasn't. "Fine. That's how you want to play." Grim determination etched into her eyes, she spread Nellie's legs as far as she could. She lay on top of her, their breasts and pussies pressing together. Danielle's lips set upon Nellie's with a hunger, while the younger woman struggled to reciprocate. "I think it's time for the grand finale."

I saw the smile grow on Nellie's face. "You're so horrible," she said, kissing Danielle's chin. "Alright. The grand finale, and then I'm going to sleep until New Year's."

"The grand finale?" I repeated, happily watching the show in front of me. Those two cunts, pressed together like that, looked like it was inviting me in, begging me to slip my erection between the two pairs of frilly lips. "Oh, don't tell me."

"Nellie's idea. She saw it in some porn video and texted me about it," Danielle said, looking at me over her shoulder. "She said, quote, 'in the xmas threesome, we have GOT to try this. Capital-ex, capital-dee'."

"Danielle, you are the greatest girlfriend ever and I love you," I said, kneeling behind them.

"And don't you forget it," she said. "Now hurry up before she passes out mid-dicking."

"I don't think that's going to happppeeen!" Nellie squealed, stretching her last syllable because I had stuck my dick between their waiting openings.

The feeling was incredible. At the base of my shaft, I could feel their wet lips, the middle felt their beady clitorises, while the upper inches and head felt smooth, bald skin (thank god they were shaved). Texture and smoothness combined to be the most unique feeling I had ever experienced, and I loved every inch and every second of it.

"Are you going to move?" Danielle asked.

I realized that I had been holding still, just enjoying the feeling, for almost a minute. "Sorry, got distracted," I said. 

Without any lubrication, this would have chafed like a motherfucker. However, since we were at the grand finale of a marathon threesome, we were all so slick with natural wetness that there was very little resistance to my movement. With each stiff stroke, I fucked two women at once, my dick sliding between their lips and rubbing their clits. 

Danielle was first, moaning and holding Nellie close. I wished that we had thought to film this, because I wanted nothing more than to be able to see this from every angle. I heard them begin to kiss, and my desires only got worse. I stared down Danielle's back, imagining the ways her mouth was interacting with Nellie's. The two women were probably being driven to the brink by all of this; I momentarily considered rubbing my thumb against Danielle's anus, but then I remembered her strict 'one-way-street' policy. She had sworn to me that if I ever tried to fuck her ass, she would get a strap-on and return the favor. Since I wasn't interested in that happening to me, I kept my mouth shut. 

After Danielle came, I aimed my dick down a little bit and smoothly joined with Nellie. She jolted, fingernails digging into Danielle's back. She was staring into my girlfriend's eyes as I railed her, the illicit nature of our personal relations only making it hotter. I went as hard and fast as I dared, until finally-

I pulled out and returned to Danielle. I did the same thing to her that I did to her cousin, giving her around two-dozen stiff strokes before switching. I savored the textures of their pussies as I swapped between the two, with shorter intervals each time.

I may have ejaculated twice in the past two hours, but orgasm couldn't be held off forever. I slipped between the two pairs of labia again, pleasuring both women at once, and raced towards my own climax. Rapturous heat built up inside of me like an unstoppably rising tide, urging me onward.

When I came, I popped like a bottle of champagne, emptying what was left of the contents of my balls between them. I damn near roared, my entire world shaking as I pulsed. There wasn't much cum, but the throbs just kept hitting me. With each one, I thrust again, until there was nothing left to give. My two lovers separated, my cum covering their navels, and I dropped between them, utterly drained.

Danielle kissed me deeply, though our tongues stayed in our own mouths. "I love you," she said. I mumbled back my response, but I think she understood.

The kiss that Nellie gave me scorched what little remained of my tired mind. "I love you too," she said. I only grunted in response, unable to muster the brainpower. The two cousins kissed, craning their necks to reach over me. "And I love you, too."

"So do I," Danielle agreed. Then, her head was on my shoulder, and she was asleep. Nellie gave me one more sweet kiss before joining her, her soft body pressing against my side. I smiled, feeling like the king of the world, and fell into oblivion.

I woke up as the happiest man alive. First of all, it was Christmas. Second, I was lying between two incredibly beautiful naked women. Third, one of them was licking my face.

At least, that's what I thought at first. I figured out the truth a second later, after I remembered that I could still feel both of my lovers sleeping beside me, and to my recollection, neither of them had paws. I opened my eyes, and Buster licked those as well. "Not the wake up call I was expecting," I said, carefully removing my arm from around Nellie to scratch the affectionate dachshund. Nellie stirred a bit from the movement, but didn't wake. I repeated the feat with my girlfriend, allowing me to lift the tiny dog off of my chest as I sat up. The door was slightly ajar; we must not have closed it completely, giving Buster a chance to get in.

"You have no idea why we're naked," I said, rubbing noses with the affectionate puppy. "I fucked these women all night, and you have no idea."

Buster licked my nose.

"Let's go on a walk," I said. Buster heard his favorite word, and his tail started wagging. He was a simple soul, with simple desires.

I dressed warmly, taking the time to admire my sleeping bedmates. Without me between them, they had snuggled closer together, seeking warmth in their sleep. As they embraced, all of their fun bits were pushed together like soft pillows. I really wanted to wake them up, but Buster needed a walk, and that took priority. We didn't want him to pee on the fake Christmas tree again. 

Thankfully, since it was Christmas morning, most people were at home with family, and there was nobody to tell Buster how cute he looked in his little jacket. The walk was quick and without interruptions.

Sadly, Danielle and Nellie were awake, dressed, and making breakfast by the time I got back. I was very upset, and made sure that they were aware. "It's an outrage, I tell you," I grumbled, flipping the sizzling bacon. "Can a man not come home to find a bed full of sexy women eagerly awaiting him?"

"Oh, hush," Danielle said, bumping me with her hip while she prepared the omelets. "Don't be greedy."

I gripped her flannel-covered ass. "I'll be as greedy as I like, thank you. It's Christmas."

"Right, of course," Danielle said, taking a handful of my own butt. She scooped scrambled eggs from her pan onto a plate, and then swished away to the kitchen table before I could up the stakes in our handsy game.




Nellie Ch. 02



An idea came to me as I sat down with a plate full of cooked bacon, which was quickly shared between the three of us. Nellie tucked in hungrily, shoveling scrambled eggs into her mouth. She wasn't wearing the Santa dress from last night, to my displeasure. Instead, she was wearing warm casual clothing that had been in the overnight bag she had brought with her. She and Danielle had planned her arrival last night so that I would be on a walk with Buster, giving her time to hide her bag out of my sight and change into her sexy dress. "So, won't your parents be worried when they wake up and you're not home? What are you going to tell them?"

"The truth," Nellie said, making my heart stop for a second. "That you two let me have a glass of wine or two, and when I was too tipsy to drive myself home, you let me crash on the couch, where I spent the entire evening cuddling with Buster. They'll be a bit mad about the wine, but it's better than them knowing what we were really doing." She took a sip of coffee, having already developed a taste for it during her four months as a college student.

"Oh, thank Christ," I said, breathing a sigh of utter relief. "Your dad would kill me if he found out about this."

"Mine, or hers?"

"Both. They'd take turns."

"It's a good thing last night never happened," Danielle said, taking a bite of bacon.

I smiled, brushing my hands against both women's thighs under the table. "Is there any chance of it never happening again?"

"I assume you're asking if this was a one-time thing," Dani smirked. "We'll see."

"This is the best Christmas ever," I said with a beaming grin. "And we haven't even opened presents yet." 

Nellie laughed, taking a bite of bacon and somehow managing to make it look sensual. "You probably won't get anything that quite matches what you got last night," she said with a smile.

A week later. Danielle's office New Year's Eve party. My heart was pounding as I stood next to the woman who, if all went well, wouldn't be my girlfriend for much longer. On the TV screen, the massive ball began to descend, and the people thronged around us began the countdown. I didn't join them, instead slipping a golden ring out of my pocket.

Danielle was focused on the screen, yelling herself hoarse alongside her coworkers. I slipped the ring on her finger as the countdown hit 'two'.

Almost in slow motion, she turned to look at me as she registered what was being slipped onto her finger. The look on her face, the glow in her eyes, was carved into my memory as it melted from confusion to joy, and her answer was drowned out by the jubilant shouts of the other celebrants as the new year began.

I didn't have to hear her to know what she said.

I was pretty good at reading her expressions.



Nellie Ch. 03



"I like mine with lettuce and tomato," I sang to myself as the hamburger sizzled in the frying pan in front of me. "Heinz fifty-seven an' French fried potatoes." I leaned over to check the French fries in the oven. "Big kosher pickle and a cold draught beer, well, good god almighty, which way do I steer for my-"

Before I could break into the chorus, the phone rang. Buster started barking, letting me know that the phone was ringing, in case I hadn't heard it. He was a very helpful dachshund. Knowing that there was nobody else in the apartment to answer it, I put down the spatula I had been singing into, turned the heat on the stove down, and picked up the nearest landline. 

"Dani's and Derek's, Derek speaking," I said into the receiver. I wiped my fingers, a bit slick with grease from the hamburger, off on the apron I was wearing. 

"Hi, Derek, it's Nellie," said the voice on the other end. "Am I calling at a bad time?"

"Oh, Nellie, hey," I said, smiling. "Nah, it's never a bad time to get a call from you. What's up?"

"Nothing much," my fiancée's cousin said. "Is Dani around? I tried calling her, but there was no answer."

"Her cell's on the fritz again," I said. This wasn't a rare occurrence. My fiancée still had a flip phone. At this point, it was old enough that if it was a human being, it could hold a conversation.

Hundreds of miles away, Nellie made a sound of disgust. "You need to force her to get a new one," she said. "Is she around?"

"She's working late," I said. "Want me to tell her you called?"

"Nah, I'll just tell you," said the curvaceous nineteen-year-old on the other side of the line. 

In the past few months, the relationship between my fiancée, her cousin, and myself had taken a turn for the carnal. Back in August, a nervous, virgin Nellie had borrowed me from Danielle to give her some much-needed sexual experience before she headed off to college. A few months later, on Christmas Eve, she came to us again, now with more self-esteem, some experience of her own, and a desire to thank us very intimately for our kindness. That was how we had our first threesome. Our second one happened two weeks later, before Nellie had to head back to college. It was just as great as the first, and made even better by the fact that Danielle and I were newly engaged. It was so wrong, but so, so hot.

Now, it was April. A small golden ring sat on Danielle's third finger, and the ceremony was planned for late June. The venue was already picked out, and invitations had been sent, but the real meat of the planning wouldn't be for a while. "So, you know I'll be back in town during Spring Break for a day or two before going to the beach house with Mom and Dad, right?" Nellie asked.

"I had heard something to that effect," I said. Danielle's family frequently rented a beach house a few hours drive away. Great place, and they got it cheap because they were friends with the owner. "You're welcome to come over for 'dinner', if you've got the time."

Nellie giggled, deep and throaty, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. "I was hoping you'd invite me over," she said. I imagined she was twirling a finger through her long black hair as she said it. "And it's closely related to what I wanted to talk about. Can I ask you a favor?"

"Anything," I said instantly. "I love doing favors for you."

She told me what she wanted. 

I dropped the phone.

"Hello? Derek? What was that?" I heard her say as I picked the phone back up.

"Sorry, my fingers are a bit slippery," I said, trying and failing to keep my excitement out of my voice. "Anyway, I'm sure I could help you out."

"I thought you would," Nellie said, voice husky. "You're pretty easy to predict."

"I can't argue about that," I said, a happy grin threatening to split my face in half. "I'll tell Dani when she gets back, but I doubt she'll say no."

"Glad to hear it," Nellie said.

"You're going to have to send us a picture, though," I added.

"I'll text one to you," Nellie said. "Thank you so much for this. It really means a lot."

"I am nothing if not selfless and lecherous," I said, feeling practically giddy.

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Danielle got home an hour later, Buster wasn't the only dog who tore his way down the hall to greet her. He got there first, yapping and circling her like a furry noodle. Danielle scratched his ears happily, picking up the diminutive canine to give him a kiss on the nose. "How'sh my widdwe Bushter?" she cooed. The dog started licking her face.

"Hello, I'm also here," I said, approaching her much more calmly than Buster. I mean, I wanted to do the same thing he was doing, but I didn't.

"Hi, sweetie," she said, giving me a kiss as well. She smelled like dog already. "Nothing burned down while I was gone?"

"My day was fine, thanks," I said, answering the question I was sure she had meant to ask. "And you'll never guess who I got a call from earlier."

"Has your great-aunt Janice finally figured out if she's coming to the wedding or not?" Danielle asked.

"I wish. It was Nellie," I said, the urgency of the news driving me to skip straight past any guessing games. "She wants a favor."

I told her the gist of my conversation with Nellie, watching as Danielle's eyes widened at each key point. When I was done, they were as wide as the full moon.

"Her roommate?" Danielle repeated, almost in awe. I grinned and nodded.

"That's what she said," I confirmed. "She's going to the beach house with Nellie's family for spring break, and Nellie wants to give her the same treatment I gave Nellie back in August. Girl's a real wallflower, apparently."

"We really have created a monster," Dani said, handing Buster off to me so she could take her heels off. "This must be what Frankenstein felt like."

"Don't you mean the guy who made Frankenstein?" I asked. For some reason, that got me an icy glare and a disapproving shake of the head. I pushed on. "So, what do you think? Yes? No?"

"Do we have a picture?" Danielle asked. As if she hadn't already made up her mind.

"In fact we do," I said, pulling my phone out. "Just let me pull it up on my not-outdated phone with its lovely touchscreen-"

"Drop it, Derek."

"But I don't want to crack the screen," I said huffily. I pulled up the picture and turned the phone to show Danielle. "Here she is. Her name's Kelsey."

Danielle oohed, taking the phone from me. "She's adorable," she gasped. "What do you think, Buster?"

She showed him the picture. He barked.

"He thinks so, too," Danielle translated, scratching his little chin. "Tell Nellie we'd love to have her over."

"You're the best fiancée ever," I said.

"I know I am," she said proudly. "Now, what's for dinner?"

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next few days passed in an excited blur. In that time, the smile never left my face, prompting some coworkers to deem it 'creepy'. I really couldn't help it. I thought I'd been excited for the wedding, but this was a whole new level of eagerness. And Danielle, bless her soul, was looking forward to it just as much as I was. At night, with Buster sleeping between us, we would stare at the picture on my phone and discuss all the horrible things we were planning. We frequently had to exile Buster to his little bed in the living room so we could work off some steam.

Finally, the day arrived. It took a feat of shrewdness on the part of Nellie to work it out with her parents: they were going to head up to the beach house the day before Nellie was set to arrive. Danielle and I would pick Nellie and her guest up from the airport, and the next day, they would take the car that Nellie's parents had left behind and head to the beach. That gave us a window of twelve hours to do whatever we wanted with our young guests. I still wasn't sure how Nellie had convinced them to do that, but I wasn't going to complain.

We took my car to the airport half an hour before Nellie's plane was due to arrive. I was practically bouncing back and forth while we waited outside the terminal, keeping our eyes peeled. "This is going to be so great," I said. The smile still hadn't left my face. I doubted it ever would.

"I know," Danielle agreed, checking her watch. "Show me the picture again."

I did. "So cute. So innocent," I sighed.

"Not by the time we're through with her," Danielle growled.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," I said, kissing her cheek. "What other fiancée would be so okay with this?"

"It's just as much fun for me as it is for you," Danielle said. 

It was so much fun being engaged to a woman who liked playing with other girls. Well, with specific girls. We had briefly considered hunting for another woman to have some three-way fun with while Nellie was away at college, but decided against it. Our fun with Nellie was so fun because we were already so close to her, and having a threesome with a woman other than her would have almost felt like cheating.

"Dani! Derek!" I heard a young woman call, and then saw an arm poking out from the crowds of people milling out of the terminal. My blood sang with anticipation. There was Nellie, dressed for the warm spring weather in a pair of tight-fitting Capri pants and a light green sleeveless blouse that was buttoned up too high to show any cleavage, but her hefty breasts still drew attention.

And then I saw the young woman trailing behind her, carrying a maroon duffel bag. Kelsey looked just like her picture had promised. She was Nellie's age, but nowhere near as stunning as she was. Her cute, pale face was dusted with freckles and her frizzy red hair reached down a bit past her shoulders. She was slender, if not outright skinny, and wearing a black t-shirt with a band logo I didn't recognize – I briefly wondered what kind of band 'Mëtldëth' was, before realizing that it was fairly obvious– and a pair of jeans that reached all the way down to her sandaled feet without clinging too tightly. She walked in the wake of Nellie and Nellie's rolling luggage, taking tiny, uncertain steps and keeping her head down, as if she was afraid that everybody was looking at her. Just looking at how she walked and dressed, I was reminded of how Nellie had been before our adventure in August.

Danielle hurried to meet Nellie first, wrapping the woman in a tight hug. I got her next, giving her a quick peck on the cheek as her soft breasts pushed against my chest. "It's so great to see you guys!" Nellie exclaimed, nearly bouncing in place.

"Hello," the young woman at her side said shyly, giving us a barely perceptible smile.

She squeaked like one of Buster's toys when Danielle hugged her, eyes going wide with shock. "It's nice to meet you, Kelsey," Dani said when the hug was over. "Do you want any help with your bag?"

After a few seconds of stunned ums and ahs, Kelsey got out a brief, "Yes, thanks."

Dani looked at me, but I had already figured out that she was volunteering my services, not her own. I took the duffel bag from Kelsey, and the rolling luggage from Nellie. Our hands brushed as I took the handle from her, making us both smile. Luggage in hand, I followed the trio of women out of the airport and towards where we had parked.

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few minutes later, we were free of the airport. Our guests' luggage was deposited in the trunk of my car, and we were on the road towards home. In the back seat, Kelsey was quiet and Nellie was not.

We soon got Kelsey's full story from her talkative roommate. When she and Nellie had first met at the beginning of the year, they were almost two peas in a pod. At least, they would have been if Nellie hadn't broken out of her shell in a big way, thanks to the fun we had before her departure. While the sexually awakened Nellie chewed through boyfriends and just-friends like sticks of cheap chewing gum, Kelsey stayed in her shell, wanting to break free but being too awkward to try. Nellie had done her best to try and hook Kelsey up on several occasions, but it never really worked out, "for some reason". Danielle and I shared a knowing look at that, immediately understanding why Nellie made a terrible wingwoman. She was as hot as a grill on the Fourth of July, with bouncy breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips (dye her long, black hair a bright shade of red and put her in a slinky red dress and she'd be a carbon copy of Jessica Rabbit), and Kelsey was, compared to Nellie, just kind of plain.

Looking at her without comparing her to the bombshell sitting next to her, she was pretty cute. Cheeks that had probably been pinched by every old woman she'd ever met, frizzy red hair that made her head look like it was on fire, pink lips that were positively tiny, and of course the freckles that I thought we so darn adorable. Sadly, horny college boys weren't generally on the hunt for 'adorable'.

Still, despite their differences, Nellie and Kelsey made extremely good friends. Kelsey lived vicariously through stories of Nellie's many sexual adventures, especially the story that Nellie had confided in her about how she had lost her virginity to her cousin's boyfriend. And after winter break, Nellie told her the story of our Christmas Eve threesome, knowing that she would keep a secret and that it would drive her wild. Recognizing how the story had made Kelsey feel, Nellie had concocted this diabolical plot to give the shy young woman the same experience she'd received.

"You don't seem that eager," I said, glancing at Kelsey in the rearview mirror. She and Nellie were in the back, and I drove while Danielle sat shotgun. Kelsey had been staring at the back of Danielle's chair almost the entire trip. "Something on your mind?"

"I'm just nervous," the meek girl said, the most words in a row I'd heard out of her yet.

"Sweetie, you can change your mind at any time," Danielle said. "We won't think any less of you."

I think I saw Nellie roll her eyes a little bit. "No, no, I want this, I do, I'm just... pretty shy. It's embarrassing to think that we're going to be h-having sex," Kelsey said, her thumbs twiddling.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Danielle said. "Sex is perfectly natural. Not to mention fun."

"I know, I just can't completely convince myself," Kelsey admitted. "I don't know how you can be so forward about all of this."

"It's easy. Watch," Danielle said, reaching over to me and unbuttoning my fly. My eyes widened as she brought my flaccid cock out into full view, and a glance in the rearview mirror showed me that Kelsey's eyes were bulging.

"Uh," she said. 

"See? No problem," Danielle said, stroking me. "It's only embarrassing if you think it's embarrassing."

"He – he's big," Kelsey said, stunned.

"Give him a minute," Nellie said, watching us over the back of my chair.

"I'm not sure this is the best time," I said as we zoomed down the highway. Eyes on the road, eyes on the road.

"Shut up," Danielle said warmly, continuing to play with me. 

"Yes, dear," I said, locking my eyes on the asphalt in front of us. Under her attention, I swiftly began to stiffen to my full length: a little bit less than seven inches from tip to base. Depends on how turned on I am.

"Oh my god," Kelsey said.

"Okay, now you can say he's big," Nellie said. 

"But people might see-" Kelsey squeaked, eyes locked on my new erection.

"Let them," Danielle responded, bending over to give my manhood a wet lick. I growled at the sensation.

"Man, I should've called shotgun," Nellie complained, leaning against the back of my chair.

"You'll get your turn, don't worry," I reassured her. 

She giggled and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Can't wait," she breathed into my ear.

I hazarded a brief look in the rearview at Kelsey. With all her freckles, it was hard to tell if she was blushing, but she was staring at what Danielle was doing to me with wide, unblinking eyes, her knees tight together and her hands clenched in her lap.

Unfortunately, traffic into the city was great, and it felt like it was just a few minutes before we entered the city limits. Until that point, Danielle sucked me slowly, lapping at me like I was a salt lick. She wasn't trying to get me off; she was just giving Kelsey a demonstration. As soon as we entered the city, she lifted her head and returned my erection to its cloth cage, leaving me hard and unsatisfied and eager for more. "Just a little warm-up," she said, wiping her mouth. "What did you think of that, Kelsey?"

Now there was no doubt that Kelsey was blushing. She just squeaked in response, her shoulders squared tighter than a drum.

Oh, I had a terrible feeling of how this was going to end.

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sadly, I was completely (albeit temporarily) right.

We made it back to the apartment without any troubles. I was talked into carrying Nellie's and Kelsey's luggage up the stairs for them, which wasn't an easy task. Nellie's luggage was heavy, and Kelsey's was not, which kept me off balance and made each step a mini adventure. Nellie and Danielle squeezed past me to go up the stairs first, staying just a few steps ahead so their round behinds were all I could see. Kelsey, who hadn't said a word since Danielle's highway foreplay, walked behind me, chewing her bottom lip and quiet as a mouse.

I half-expected a furry torpedo to charge us when we walked in the door, before I remembered that we had left Buster at doggy day care for the night. We felt weird having sex with him around. "Welcome to our humble abode," I said, dropping the suitcase and duffel bag off in the living room, next to the couch where foreplay always happened during our sexual forays with Nellie. The green material still bore the puncture holes that Nellie had put there after I brought her to her first assisted orgasm. 

Three pairs of eyes bored into Kelsey, who blushed from the attention. She was like a sheep that had been dropped into the middle of a den of hungry wolves. "So," Nellie said, already slowly undoing the buttons on her blouse, starting from the bottom. "Should we get started?"

"If our guest wants to," I said, lifting my shirt up and over my head. I had been planning on us having dinner first, but Danielle's work in the car had made me hungry for something completely different. "Kelsey?"

The quiet redhead was just staring at the floor, completely silent. "I'm sorry," she said with a voice that was barely even a whisper. "I don't think I can do this."

Nellie was the first to react in the silence following Kelsey's admission, her face bubbling with rage. "Now?!" she yelled. "After we came all this way, you lose nerve now?!"

"She doesn't have to if she doesn't want to," Danielle said, though she was probably as disappointed as I was.

"I'm sorry," Kelsey said, shaking. "I really wish I could, but I'm..."

"Chickening out," Nellie scowled. "Again."

"Yeah," Kelsey agreed quietly. 

Nellie stormed across the room and grabbed me by the arm. "Forget this. Somebody is getting laid tonight," she said, dragging me towards the bedroom. "Come on, Dani."

My fiancée looked between us. Our awkward young guest on one side, her cousin and I on the other. Her brief indecision was wiped away by her libido, and she followed us. "The remote's on the side table," Danielle said to Kelsey, who was standing in the middle of the living room. "If you want to watch TV, or – or something."

"I'll be fine," Kelsey said with a forced smile. "You guys just enjoy yourselves."

"We will!" Nellie shouted as Danielle began to close the bedroom door. Before it could completely close, she separated from me and grabbed it, shaking her head quickly at Danielle. With a sudden smile on her face and a wink at us, she left it open just a crack, letting in a line of light from the living room.




Nellie Ch. 03



"This happened every time I tried to set her up with a guy," she said, undoing the last few buttons of her blouse. She shrugged the garment off, tossing it to the floor and reaching behind her back to unlatch her lacy bra. Her beautiful breasts, with their inverted nipples slowly stiffening, bounced into view as she dropped the garment on top of her discarded shirt. "She always got cold feet at the last minute. Every single time!"

"She reminds me of you, a few months ago," I said, pulling my pants down before they got too uncomfortable. I felt a bit awkward doing this with Kelsey in the other room, but I'd been looking forward to this for too long to turn back now.

"I know!" Nellie said. "That's why I want to help her, but she doesn't let me!" She shouted those last words at the cracked-open door to the living room.

"She made her decision," Danielle said. All of her clothes were already gone, revealing her beautiful figure to the world. She stepped up behind Nellie, sneaking her arms around the younger woman's waist. Her soft lips touched down on her cousin's neck as her hands moved up, cupping her breasts and hiding the nipples from my sight. It was definitely taboo, but they claimed that it didn't count as incest because they were both girls. I wasn't inclined to argue that much, since I got to have sex with both of them. "And we made ours."

"Of course," Nellie said, inching her capris and panties down her thighs. "You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this." 

"We could say the same," I grinned, standing in front of Nellie. I hugged her, my cock sandwiched between our abdomens, and lay a ravishing kiss upon her lips. Danielle moved her hands away from Nellie's tits, letting me feel them on my naked chest. I felt two pairs of hands on my back. One pair on my shoulders, and one groping my ass. With my eyes closed, I couldn't tell which set of hands belonged to which woman, and I didn't care.

One of the hands on my shoulders was taken away, and a second later I heard a sharp spike in Nellie's breath. That was a pretty good hint as to where the hand had gone. "She's wet," Danielle reported.

"I can tell," I said, pushing my hips against Nellie's, dragging the length of my cock up and down her navel. "Think she's ready for me?"

"Mm, not yet," Danielle said. "She needs a bit more attention first."

I sank to my knees, putting my eyes on the same level as Nellie's pussy. "Gonna enjoy this," I said, pulling back her clitoral hood with my fingers. I prodded the pearly cluster of nerves with my tongue while Danielle's fingers stirred her insides, and our efforts pulled a sigh out of her throat. I wished I could see her facial expression, but from the angle I was at, her breasts were in the way. 

"That feels so good," Nellie whined. I popped her clit into my mouth, very gently squeezing it with my teeth and circling it with my tongue. "Keep going."

I sucked harder, almost feeling how Danielle's fingers writhed inside Nellie's tight walls. I heard the sound of lips pressing together above me, wet smacking and tiny whines of pleasure. "Tell me how this feels," Danielle whispered to Nellie, and then-

Nellie jerked forwards, yelping. "Woah shit," she said. "Dani, what are yoh my god."

"You like that?"

"Don't start with the thumb," Nellie whined. "And warn me next time!"

"What happened?" I asked.

"Danielle just shoved her thumb up my ass," Nellie complained, as if she was talking about something far less severe.

My eyes sprang open.

"I thought I'd make it more interesting," Danielle said nonchalantly. "Do you want me to stop?"

"I never said that," Nellie said lustily. "Just spit on it a bit to moisten it up."

"You get to stick your finger up her butt, but I'm not even allowed to joke about anal?" I griped as Danielle did so, though I was too turned on to actually feel mad. 

"She's my cousin, I can do what I want to her," Danielle said.

"You're filthy," I said, resuming my tasting of Nellie's clit. A tongue on her clit, fingers in her snatch, a thumb up her ass... we had that girl singing like an opera diva in no time at all.

"Bet she's really wet now," Danielle said. "It's your time to shine, honey."

I stood up again, lining my cock up with Nellie's entrance. "Can't wait," I said, lowering my stance so that I could penetrate her from the proper angle. I kissed the young woman, heat spreading through my body. "Actually, I can. Beg me for it."

"Please give me your dick," she asked, eyes shimmering. Her mouth widened as, I assumed, Danielle kept working on her asshole.

"I said beg," I reminded her. "That was just asking politely." 

"Please, sir, please stuff your hard dick into my wet cunt," Nellie growled, her hips undulating against mine. "I need it so bad. I need you to fuck me."

"Hold on a second," Danielle said. She reached between Nellie's legs, coating her hand with her cousin's juices, and spread it over my erection. After a few seconds, I was released. "Sorry, thought it would be best if he wasn't dry. Okay, continue."

Nellie's velvety walls melded around me as I pushed inside. I rocked my hips back and forth, slipping and sliding inside of her. My arms went around her to grab Dani's ass, pulling her closer to us. "How's her ass?" I asked.

"Tight," Danielle said. "Feels like it's going to pull my finger off."

"Funny, that's exactly what the last guy who was back there said," Nellie said, nipping playfully at my shoulder.

I froze inside of her as her words sank into my brain. "What?" I asked.

"Oh, I tried anal for the first time a few weeks ago," she said, as casually as if she was talking about a new kind of shampoo. "It was kind of weird at first, but really fun once I got used to it."

The image of Nellie, bending over and screaming while a hard dick filled her ass, stuck in my mind, where it would stay until it was dislodged by some other new fantasy. "Would you recommend it?" I asked, looking directly at Danielle.

"I'm not letting you put your dick in my ass, Derek," she said with a tired smile. It wasn't the first time we'd had this conversation. Anal was one of my biggest sexual fantasies, but no girl I'd ever been with was as interested as I was.

I was about to ask Nellie if she'd let me, when I noticed a flicker of motion in the doorway. Barely visible through the crack between the door and the wall, I saw a single green eye, staring at us. Kelsey.

As soon as our eyes met, she gasped and retreated, feet pattering away. "I think Kelsey was just watching us," I said quietly.

Nellie's eyes lit up. "Great," she said. "I knew she wouldn't be able to resist."

"You knew?" Danielle said, casting a glance back at the door.

"Don't let the pure and innocent act fool you," Nellie laughed. "That girl is the biggest pervert I've ever met. Total voyeur. I bet what you did in the car drove her bonkers."

"She ever watched you?" I asked, restarting the rocking motion of my hips.

"A few times," Nellie said. "I once had a guy over while I thought she was asleep, but then I look over while he's fucking me from behind and I saw her peeking out from under the covers, watching us." She growled. "It was so hot. Keep fucking me, and I'm sure she'll change her mind about sitting out."

"You planned this, didn't you?" I asked softly. "You knew she would chicken out." 

"I know her well enough," Nellie shrugged. "Just keep it up, we'll get her eventually. Like a moth to a flame."

"In that case," Danielle said, pulling away from Nellie, who made a note of displeasure when the finger was removed from her anus. "I think it would be really hard to see anything through that little crack."

She walked across the room, hips swaying with each step, and pulled the door open, staring out into the living room with her hand on her bare hip. "Sorry, we needed some fresh air," she said to Kelsey, so casually I could almost ignore that she was completely naked. "Do you need help finding anything?"

"Uh, no, thanks," I barely heard Kelsey squeak.

"Okay. There's sodas in the fridge if you want one, and we'll be in here if you need anything else," Danielle said, somehow managing to make the word 'sodas' sound erotic. "Feel free to interrupt us." She turned around on the ball of her foot and walked back to us, throwing her hip into each step she took. A radiant, sexy smile was plastered on her face. "She's on the couch with two fingers up her snatch," she quietly told us. "Pulled them out as soon as I opened the door. Fuck, she's just so cute!"

"God, I know," I growled, still fucking Nellie in a standing position.

"Let's seal the deal, really draw her in," Nellie quietly suggested, squeezing my ass. "Can we do that thing with me on top of Derek while Dani licks us both? That was awesome last time."

"Sounds good to me," I said, pulling out of her moist depths. "Dani? I've been giving Nellie a lot of attention. You want anything?"

"I'm fine for now," my fiancée said. "It's so hot watching you fuck my cousin." She said it loud and clear enough to be heard in the other room.

Arm in arm, we three dirty perverts approached the bed. "Oh, and Derek," Nellie whispered to me, her breath warm in my ear, "I know Dani isn't interested, but if we had any lube, I'd totally let you fuck my ass."

I puffed up like I'd been inflated with hot air. Could it be? Was it finally time to fulfill one of my biggest sexual fantasies? "Funny you should say that," I said, rushing to the bedside table to grab something from one of the bottom drawers. Danielle mainly used it for when she was having troubles getting herself wet, but I had always entertained fantasies that it would one day be used for a different hole. I held the bottle of lube up triumphantly. "Because look what I've got here."

Nellie's eyes sparkled. "Wow, I didn't think you'd actually have any," she laughed.

"You're not backing out, are you?"

"Of course not. I said I would, so I will," Nellie said. 

"God, now he'll never shut up about it," Dani sighed, though the smile on her face betrayed her annoyed tone.

"Hey, you said it was hot watching me fuck your cousin," I reminded her, lying down with my head supported by a pillow. I poured some lube into my hand and smeared it liberally over my erect shaft. It was wet, slimy, and shiny, making it hard to get a firm hold on. "Imagine how hot it would be to see me fuck her ass."

"And while he's doing that, you can do whatever you want to the rest of me," Nellie added, taking the lube from me. She spread a dollop onto her finger and bent over, presenting her juicy ass to me so I could see what she was doing. Her finger swirled around the desired hole, painting it with lube, before it vanished to the first, then the second, then the third knuckle. 

"Sure you'll be able to take all that?" Danielle asked, sounding the slightest bit worried as Nellie backed up over my dick, still spreading lube around her insides. She removed the finger and wiped it clean on the sheets.

"I'll be fine," she said, lowering herself so that her anus and my lubed glans kissed. She leaned back, hands on the mattress to support her, and spread her legs. Anybody watching from the doorway would have been able to see her fully-exposed sex. Sadly, there was no sign of Kelsey yet.

"I love you two so much," I said, taking hold of Nellie's narrow waist. Danielle reached between us and held my cock steady, her face flushed with arousal. "Ready?"

"I always am," Nellie said, slowly sinking onto my solid length.

Getting in was the hardest part, but the lube and Danielle's earlier fingering helped. There was a still lot of resistance, and Nellie grunted as her ass slowly but smoothly slipped down my shaft. "Oh god," she said when I was halfway inside of her. "No, wait, stop. I don't think I can take it in this position. Doesn't feel right."

Damn, I thought as Nellie lifted herself off of me. "What did you do last time?"

"Well, the guy I did this with didn't have a cock as big as yours," Nellie said. I felt a bit of pride rise in my gut. "But we did it doggystyle, not reverse cowgirl."

"Think that would work better?" I asked. She was already getting herself into position, her ass stuck up in the air and her chest on the bed.

"Let's find out," she said. I set myself up behind her, lightly pushing my cockhead against her asshole. I pressed forwards, watching as her fingers clawed into the sheets. They were nice sheets, but I considered their sacrifice a noble one.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," I said, though I really hoped she wouldn't. One of my biggest fantasies was inches away from being fulfilled. Slowly, I pushed, trying to overcome the resistance of her sphincter. She cried out, but bit the sheets and never said a word. As soon as the glans was inside, it was smooth sailing the rest of the way, if a bit slow. When our hips were finally flush together, Nellie said what we were both thinking. 

"Holy fuck."

"How's it feel?" Danielle asked, lying on her side and fingering herself as she watched.

"Incredible," Nellie sighed. "Like he's going to split me in half."

"Like she's trying to squeeze water out of me," I said. I was staring at the point where we met, my dick vanishing into a hole that looked far too small for it. "I'm going to start moving. Alright?"

"Start slow," Nellie said.

"No need to tell me twice," I said, bending over her to kiss her shoulder blades. My hands squeezed the meat of her ass, and I slowly began to move inside her. 

Nellie made happy noises at the end of each forwards thrust. I had no idea how much of it was sincere, and how much of it was putting on a show for Kelsey. "Fuck my ass," Nellie groaned. "Fuck my ass with your long, hard cock!"

For my part, I was so concentrated on what I was doing that I could hardly think. I really do think that most of my blood was located in my penis by that point, so all available brain activity was dedicated to directing my hips. I went slowly, watching each inch sink in and out, but made sure that each thrust ended with impact. Slow but steady. If I had been in her other hole, I could have kept going at this pace for an hour, at least. Her ass was so tight that I knew I wouldn't be lasting that long.

There was motion in the doorway, and the three of us looked up. There she was, our redheaded peeping tom, poking her head halfway around the open portal. The sounds Nellie was making had finally drawn her off the couch, and to my surprise, she didn't flee when we saw her. Her blush was nearly incandescent, and though I could only see half of her, I had a strong suspicion of where her other hand was. It was confirmed when she made an unmistakable whine of pleasure, her thin lips parting to let the sound escape.

"Enjoying the show?" Danielle asked. Since Nellie and I were so focused on each other, she was pleasuring herself on the sidelines, stirring her insides with her fingers. She didn't stop when we noticed Kelsey watching; if anything, she just started to exaggerate the circular motions.

Kelsey faltered at the question, and it looked like she was prepared to bolt. Eventually, she nodded. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I can't help it. It's just – you're all so sexy and confident and happy together, and I'm just-"

Danielle had a lusty look on her face as she admired Kelsey; the way the girl was acting was such a turn-on for her. "You can join us, if you want," Dani said invitingly, opening her legs wider to show Kelsey how aroused she was. "It's a big bed. Plenty of room."

Kelsey gulped, her eyes so large I could almost our reflections in them. She shrank back, little by little. "I don't think I can," she said. "I want to – I really want to – but... but I can't. Not – not with so many people watching."

Dani smiled at us, and rolled out of bed. "In that case," she said, slinking across the room towards the virgin college student in the doorway. The girl didn't move, and Nellie and I watched Dani approach her with rapt attention. Kelsey never moved away, as if she was frozen completely solid, but she flinched when Danielle's hand reached out to stroke her hip. "Why don't you and I have some one-on-one time?"

I pulsed dangerously inside Nellie's ass. Danielle slipped her hand under Kelsey's shirt, letting her fingers play upon the bare skin of her waist. Kelsey's blush deepened, spreading to her ears. Danielle was in top form, exuding so much raw eroticism that she could have turned Sunday church into an orgy with just a few huskily whispered words.

Kelsey never stood a chance. Her resistance cracked like a cherry-red crab shell beneath Danielle's wooden mallet. "...I think... I think I'd like that," she said in a tiny voice. Her hand appeared around Dani's hip, timidly touching her nude skin, as if she was worried about an electric shock. "J-just us."

Danielle looked back at us, a triumphant smile on her face. "Do you two mind if we step out for a few minutes?" she asked.

"No," Nellie and I both said.

"Just keep the door open so we can hear," I requested.

"Sorry," Danielle said, her triumphant smile turning devilish. "This is a private show." She vanished through the door and pulled it shut with a final click; she had her prize, and intended to enjoy it herself.

"The direct approach," Nellie said, almost dumbfounded. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"If you had, then none of this would be happening," I said, strumming her clit with one hand while I continued to fuck her tight ass at my slow and steady pace.

"Good point," she whined. "Okay, fuck me harder. I think I'm ready for it."

"You sure?" I asked.

"I can take it," she said, looking at me over her shoulder with a lusty fire on her face. "Give me everything you've got."

"As you command," I said, resetting my stance. I saw Nellie grip the sheets even tighter, and I began to drill into her as hard and fast as I dared. The tightness, the speed, the slickness of the lube, the sighs – it was everything I had dreamed it would be.

"Oh god!" someone yelled in the living room, muffled by the door. I couldn't tell who it was.

"What do you think they're doing out there?" Nellie asked, whining.

"Dani is probably playing your roommate like a harp," I said, squeezing Nellie's ass cheeks together. The round globes shook with each pump, cushioning the heavy blow I had given her. "She's really been looking forward to this. If you knew what she's been planning to do to Kelsey for the past few days, your toes would curl."

"Tell me," Nellie begged, quaking around me.

I leaned closer as I pounded her, breathing my fantasy into her ear. "Right now, she's probably stripping Kelsey herself, taking her time, kissing and licking every new piece of skin." I reached around her with both hands, plunging both index and middle fingers into her cunt. "Kelsey's squealing like a piglet, getting wet from the sight of Dani's naked tits and the feeling of her lips. Danielle pulls Kelsey's cute pink panties down, and Kelsey's heart hammers as Danielle's tongue dips into her..."

"God, keep going," Nellie whimpered.

"Danielle pushes her to the couch, slurping every drop of wetness from Kelsey, getting addicted to her taste," I growled. Nellie's ass tightened around me as I continued to play with her. "Kelsey begs for more..."

Nellie whined, staring at the door as if she could see straight past it.

"She goes mad, grabbing Dani's head and pulling her in deeper, needing more of that long tongue inside of her. Her legs clamp around Dani's ears, trapping her there, and Dani loves it." If Nellie got any tighter, I was afraid I was going to pull my cock out and find that it was thinner than it had been before. "She's tasted every inch of Kelsey's pussy, and reaches her tongue as far as she can, searching for that one little spot-" I found Nellie's with my fingers, and gently rubbed it. "-and Kelsey goes wild."




Nellie Ch. 03



Nellie's legs shook as she moaned throatily. She was twitching around my fingers, and her anus squeezed me in pulsing waves. "Oh fuck, I can't-"

"Then, Kelsey starts feeling an orgasm coming. She screams silently, desperately trying to pull Danielle in deeper-"

Nellie was panting, sweat forming all over her back. "Derek, Derek, oh my god-"

"Danielle laps up as much of her sweetness as she can, looking up as Kelsey gets closer-"

Nellie's pleas had devolved to animal cries. I clenched my teeth and did my best to keep talking.

"Kelsey howls at the ceiling, begging for release, Danielle's tongue driving her fucking insane until she finally-"

"Oh!" Nellie cried out, writhing beneath me. "Oh, oh my god, oh my fucking god!"

"Finishes," I said, immense satisfaction sending me on my way towards my own climax. I kept fucking her ass as fast as I could, not giving Nellie a chance to recover. At the last possible moment before I reached the point of no return, I pulled out of her tight hole and jerked myself to a messy finish. I erupted over Nellie's back, spitting cum all the way to her shoulder blades as I groaned from deep in my gut. When it was all over, I sat back down on my haunches and breathed heavily, staring at Nellie's beautiful ass as her shoulders heaved. With a whine, her legs gave out, and she lay flat on her stomach, a dreamy smile on her face.

"That was awesome," she said.

We looked up when the door opened, and Dani stood in the threshold, Kelsey at her side and as naked as she was. "I think she's ready," Danielle said as she entered the room. Kelsey smiled, looking awkward but happy, her hands covering her sex timidly. I was happy to learn that the freckles weren't just on her face. They were on her shoulders, her breasts (round and perky, on the larger side of average), her thighs... it was so adorable.

"Hi, Kels" said Nellie, waving at her friend while my cum pooled on her back. "How was it?"

Kelsey just giggled, practically fused at the hip with Danielle. "It was amazing," she answered with a sunny smile.

"Give us the details later," I said, getting off the bed. My legs almost didn't want to support me, but I was able to stagger across the room towards the bathroom. 

"Where are you going?" Danielle asked, hand on her hip.

"To wash this off," I said, pointing at my soft cock, still wet with lube and other things. "I don't think any of you are going to want this inside of you considering where it's just been." 

"Hey, I need some washing, too," Nellie said, pointing at her back.

"I'm sure we can help you with that," I heard Danielle say as I stepped into the bathroom. "Come on, Kelsey, have a taste..."

With the sounds of what was happening in the other room egging me on, I took the quickest shower of my life, and I was already hard by the time I got out. I could hear girlish sounds of pleasure, giggling and laughing and wet kisses that set my imagination ablaze. I toweled off, letting my body keep a wet sheen, and opened the door.

"Thank you," I numbly said to whatever god was behind this as I stared at the spectacle on the bed. Three naked women, two of whom I was biblically acquainted with, were rolling together on the bed, playfully kissing and touching each other. They didn't even look up when I came in, too focused on each other. Kelsey, at the center of their affections, was giggling and laughing as the two women suckled on her breasts, simply enjoying what was being done to her. Just like Nellie so many months ago, she only needed that one last push to send her completely over the edge into total debauchery.

I swear my dick must have grown a quarter inch just from watching them. Nellie noticed first, and giggled around Kelsey's breast. "Somebody's happy," she said.

"We started without you," Danielle said. "Hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," I said, sitting on the bed. "Mind if I join?"

"Nuh-uh. Girls only," Nellie said, trying to push me off the bed with her foot.

"No boys allowed," Danielle agreed.

"You have cooties," Kelsey laughed.

I pouted as I fended off Nellie's foot, though I was happy to just sit back and watch. There are worse things in life than being forced to watch three beautiful women have sex.

"Oh god, this is so embarrassing," Kelsey squealed, flushing beneath my stare. She covered her face, except for her excited grin. "I love it!"

"What did you do to her?" I asked Danielle. She only grinned at me.

A spark of desire lit up Nellie's eyes, and she relinquished the breast she had been lavishing attention onto. Danielle quickly grabbed it, her fingers replacing Nellie's tongue. Nellie crawled, catlike, towards Kelsey's head. "Want to try something, Kels?" she asked, leaning in close enough to brush noses with her roommate. Kelsey nodded eagerly. "I think you'll like this..."

Nellie swung her leg over Kelsey's face, mounting her and lowering her hot slit within reach of Kelsey's tongue. Nellie growled with joy as Kelsey's tongue darted out to taste her, experimentally probing her. "Just like that," Nellie said, pressing her pussy down to Kelsey's mouth. She played with her bountiful breasts, baring her throat as she moaned at the ceiling.

"You taste so sweet," Kelsey groaned. "I didn't think you would taste so sweet."

"You taste nice, too," Danielle said, burying her tongue in Kelsey's depths. Her ass was in the air, pointed right at me, and she very deliberately fingered herself while eating the girl out. "So nice."

I crept forwards and added my mouth to Danielle's fingers, grabbing her hips as I lapped up her deliciousness. She didn't protest.

Kelsey came first, her thighs clamping on Danielle's head. Nellie was next after that, followed by Danielle, gushing juices all over my mouth and chin. All three women panted and whined and moaned as their orgasms rumbled through their bodies, and their pleasure washed over me, intensifying the ache in my gut. 

When they were done, my two sexy women shared a look and moved away from Kelsey, lying down beside her like two busty slices of bread around an adorable lunch meat. That is a very weird analogy and I would like to apologize.

"I think she's ready for you," Nellie said, playing her hand over Kelsey's abdomen.

"I know she's ready for you," Danielle said, kissing a freckly breast.

The three of us looked at Kelsey, who blushed under our gazes. Biting her bottom lip, she nodded in tiny motions. "I'm ready for you," she said, sounding delightfully sure of herself. 

Danielle squealed, hugging Kelsey from the side. "You are just so cute!" she cried, giving the girl a wet kiss on the cheek. "God, I just want to gobble you up!"

"Hey, you had your turn with her," I said, crawling on my knees towards Kelsey. My erection slanted up towards the ceiling, dripping with precum. Nellie sat up to give me a few preparatory sucks to wet me for Kelsey. "Now it's my turn."

"I can't believe this is happening," Kelsey said, looking at all of us as she kept her pussy covered with both hands. "You're all so beautiful, and I'm just-"

"Cute as a button," Danielle said.

"Sweet," Nellie added, before giving me another lick.

"Really sexy," I finished.

She turned redder, which I hadn't thought was possible. "I'm not," she said meekly.

"You are," I said, leaning down to give her a short kiss. "I love your freckles."

"Your hair is so pretty," Danielle said.

"You've got a cute butt," Nellie pointed out, finished with my cock.

She turned even redder. "Thank you so much for all of this," she said. She opened her legs for me, and removed her hands, letting me clearly see her pussy for the first time. So small and cute, topped with ginger curls of hair that looked like they had been recently trimmed. "Okay. I'm ready."

"Do you want Nellie and I to stay?" Danielle asked. "We can go to the living room, if you want."

"No," Kelsey said immediately, almost urgently. "I want you to watch."

"Seriously, what did you do to her?" Nellie asked Danielle, staring at Kelsey like an alien creature. "You had your claws in her for like fifteen minutes."

"Want me to show you?" Danielle asked, her sweet tone of voice not matching up with her salacious words. Nellie's eyes lit up, and she nodded happily. "Great. Get your hot ass over here."

Nellie crawled over Kelsey, her drooping breasts brushing over the freckled girl's abdomen. She and Danielle kissed, and my fiancée rolled her cousin over so she was on her back. She opened the younger woman's legs, and sat between them with her own legs wide open. Nellie understood what Dani's intentions were, and hooked her legs around Danielle's, scooting closer until their pussies were pressed together. When Danielle began to writhe her hips in small circular motions, Nellie gasped. "Ooh, I like this," she rumbled, making the same small motions in the other direction.

I stared, until Kelsey cleared her throat to remind me of her existence. "Yes, right," I said, returning to her and placing myself between her legs, the head of my cock inches from her puffy lips. "You're sure you're ready?"

"Yes," Kelsey said, staring at my cock. "I can't believe all that is going to fit in me."

"Hey, Nellie took this thing up her ass a little while ago," I said, laying my cock above the lips of her womanhood and pointing it at her navel to show her exactly how deep I would be going. Her eyes widened. 

"Holy shit," she said simply. She stared in awe at Nellie, who was scissoring with Danielle a foot and a half away. "Are - are you okay?"

"I'll be fine," she said. "But don't worry, you won't be taking it like that. Unless you want to. Shit, Dani, keep that up-"

"And if you feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop and I will, okay?" I said.

"Okay," Kelsey said as I lined my cockhead up with her opening. Her brilliant green eyes were totally focused, mouth held tightly closed as she breathed through her nose.

Unable to resist, I angled her chin upwards and kissed her, getting a rumbling moan from deep in her body. "Just relax," I reminded her. "You've got nothing to be afraid of."

Now, she locked eyes with me as I slowly pushed into her. I watched her face as each inch passed her lips, seeing how her eyes widened and her smile grew.

At last, our hips touched, and she gasped. "Oh," she said, staring at where we were joined. "Oh. Oh, wow. That – that feels amazing."

"I could say the same," I smiled, feeling every velvety fold of her walls around me.

"Just wait until he starts moving," Danielle quipped. Nellie was moaning feverishly as Danielle fucked her, but the two women were still closely watching our every move.

My fiancée is having lesbian sex with her cousin while I take the virginity of her cousin's roommate, I realized. 

My life is a cheap porno, and I am not complaining.

"Go on, Derek," Danielle said, smacking my bottom. "Fuck that tight pussy."

"May I?" I asked my partner. She nodded, a vivid smile blooming on her face.

"Fuck me," she said.

Because it was her first time, I started off slow, moving in long motions and giving her gentle kisses all along her lips, her jaw, and her throat. Her comfort was the most important thing right now, but she seemed to disagree. 

"Harder," she said after just a few minutes.

"We don't need to take it that fast," I said. She was tight like a vacuum seal around me.

"But I want you to," Kelsey said desperately, entwining her legs around my back. "I want you to fuck me harder."

"Just do it," Nellie said, oozing into the mattress as Danielle furiously rubbed their pussies together. "That's how she likes it. She supercharges her vibrators."

"It's a simple bit of rewiring," Kelsey said haughtily. "Anybody could do it. Come on, fuck me like you'd fuck Dani or Nellie."

I glanced at Danielle for her input. She shrugged, more focused on her activities with Nellie. "Okay," I said, grabbing Kelsey's legs and folding her in half. "If you insist."

She wanted hard. I gave her hard.

With her legs folded up against her, Kelsey's opening was pointed directly upwards, and I was thrusting straight down into her. I moved without any rhythm or remorse as I drilled her like I was hoping to find oil. The clapping of our hips graduated to applause, and Kelsey's eyes bugged out as she received exactly what she had asked for.

I'd never seen such a woman as satisfied as Kelsey was when she was subjected to what Danielle referred to as the Jackhammer. I could only do it after I had already shot my load once or twice, otherwise the speed I was moving at would finish me off quickly. Kelsey beamed like she had won the lottery, gasping at the pounding I was giving her. "Oh god," she cried. "Yes, Derek! Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me! More!"

And it still wasn't enough for her. I gaped at the young woman. "I'll try," I said, bracing myself to pick up the pace. I was going to be sore after this, I just knew it.

Beneath me, Kelsey gave a long, throaty groan, her small – okay, not exactly small, I've just been extremely spoiled – freckled tits bouncing madly. "I think I see smoke," Nellie said, appearing at my side.

"Don't wear yourself out," Danielle said, flanking me on the other side. They were done, apparently. "It's my turn next."

"How's it feel, Kels?" Nellie asked, lying down next to her roommate.

"It's incredible," Kelsey said breathlessly. "God, this is the greatest thing I've ever felt!" She had already climaxed from my pummeling, and she was quickly climbing the slope towards another one. I was afraid I wouldn't last that long. 

"I think I can make it feel a bit better," Nellie said, before bringing her mouth down to Kelsey's. The freshly deflowered virgin was momentarily shocked by the sudden display of affection, but quickly melted into it, grabbing Nellie's shoulders to keep her from escaping.

"She'll never forget this," Danielle moaned to me. "She'll think about you every day of her life. Every other man she's with is going to be compared to you." 

I growled, turning to kiss her. "Let's give her something to remember, then," I said.

My brilliantly sexy fiancée understood, and lay down to administer her tongue to Kelsey's flailing breasts. Half a minute later, the young woman's spine arched, and she screamed into Nellie's mouth as she came a second time. I was rapidly losing steam; another minute of this and I would most likely literally keel over and die.

I didn't even last that long. A few frantic seconds after Kelsey's second orgasm, my groin exploded, pieced itself back together, and then exploded again and repeated the process. My strokes became hard and deep, and I filled her to the brim with my stuff in shuddering throbs that rolled all through my body. I pulled out of her with a wet suckling noise, marveling at how full of me she must have been, and then I toppled like a felled tree.

I heard a distant conversation between two women, but I couldn't make out any specific words. There was definitely laughter, and I sluggishly lifted my head to see what was happening. A blurry blob that might have been Nellie – I could only tell because of the long black hair – had her head between the legs of the fuzzy blob that I figured was Kelsey, judging by the red hair. Another woman – probably Kelsey – laughed happily. A third blob lay down on top of me, coming into focus as Danielle. She leaned down for a kiss, one that I returned weakly, and then she crawled down my body and took my soft, tired manhood into her mouth to suck me clean. 

"-ost incredible thing I've ever felt," was the first thing I heard when my ears started working properly. The thick haze that had been hanging over my mind was clearing up, and my eyes were realigning. I blinked, slowly remembering important things such as my name, followed by how to breathe. "Danielle, how did you meet this guy? Does he have any brothers?"

"Nope," I grunted, sitting up to watch my fiancée roll my flaccid shaft around in her mouth. "Sorry to disappoint."

"He's back," Nellie said from between Kelsey's legs. I could see her tongue delving into the pink abyss I had just been occupying, scooping out bits of white stuff. "We thought you were out cold."

"I think I was," I answered, pinching my eyes. "Was it good for you?"

"It was," Kelsey said, prone as she enjoyed Nellie's cleanup efforts. "Twice in one go."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I said.

"I'm glad you did, too," Kelsey confirmed. "Come here."

I let myself be pulled in for a kiss. I felt no romantic attraction to her – that was all reserved for Danielle – but kisses were fine after the intimate experience we had just shared. Her lips weren't as soft as Danielle's or Nellie's, but they were backed up by an eagerness to please that I couldn't get enough of.

"So," I said, when the kiss was done. "I think Dani called dibs, right?"

"You're voracious," Danielle remarked, licking me gingerly.

"Surrounded by three beautiful naked women, who wouldn't be?" I asked, motioning to my trio of lovers.

"Better hurry up before she gets bored," Nellie said, before burying her mouth in Kelsey's sex and making the young woman squeal.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," Dani said. I realized that I couldn't see where one of her hands was. "Take your time, get nice and hard for me." She planted butterfly kisses on my balls, limber fingers stroking my saliva-wet shaft. 

Soon, I was stiff again, and Danielle crawled on top of me. We embraced, hands falling to familiar territory. Mine on her back and behind, hers on my chest. "You two should pay attention," I said to our young bedmates. "You might learn something."

Danielle, using only the movement of her hips, fitted me inside of her. We set off almost instantly, reaching a comfortable pace. We knew each other's bodies like we knew our own; every little quirk, every favorite trick. I knew exactly how to grind my hips to hit Danielle just right, and she knew just how to clench me at the high point of each beat in our rhythmic lovemaking. 

As the tempo increased, I moved my lips to her bared, sensitive throat. I kissed and nipped at her gently, just how I knew she liked it. I left a hickey at the base of her neck, one that I knew she would display with pride. I felt her sounds of pleasure as much as I heard them, the vibrations humming against my lips and tongue, accompanied by her shuddering pulse.

I was reminded of our company when I heard their happy noises of pleasure, a million miles away. I didn't look; the only thing in the world that mattered was Danielle.

She came softly, tightening around me in waves as her body rocked back and forth. She pulled me closer, her rigid nipples rubbing against my own and her breasts like soft clouds on my skin. Despite my desire to taste her breasts, I kept kissing her neck, knowing that it was what she preferred.

Through the mattress, I felt the bed's other occupants move, rolling into a new position. I glanced over just for a second to see that Kelsey was on top of Nellie now, her freckled face enveloping Nellie's fat nipples as she furiously fingered the chesty young woman. I had the feeling that there were going to be more than a few sleepless nights in their dorm room from now on.

I felt Danielle come again, and we reached the third act. I lay still, letting her take control, her hips drumming against my lap in short rising and falling motions that made her breasts tremor. We shared our lips as my hands held her shaking breasts steady, letting them flow around my fingers. Her whimpering joined with that of her cousin, and the protesting squeaks of the bedsprings, as we rose towards the final crescendo. 

Danielle and I hit the end together, as we had countless times before. She sagged over me, our mouths locked together as we rode it as far as we could, bodies still moving in concert. Finally, the throbbing petered away to nothing, and the last clench of her walls loosened. My hunger left me, replaced with pervading warmth.




Nellie Ch. 03



Next to us, Nellie was moaning like a horny zombie, and I apologize for that mental image. She and Kelsey were fingering each other madly, and I watched as Kelsey's green irises vanished into her skull, her mouth still full of Nellie's massive breast. Danielle and I just watched them, happily embracing as we basked in the residual glow of our satisfaction.

I yawned, my eyelids feeling as heavy as lead. Fatigue was catching up with me, but I was sure I could hold it off to continue the evening's activities. I just needed to close my eyes for a few minutes...

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What had looked like the end was actually just the beginning of our night of hedonism.

At no point for the next few hours was somebody not having sex. We woke up and slept when it pleased us, coupling in every possible combination of twos and threes, and all four of us when we had the opportunity. After it was all done, we consulted to figure out a rudimentary timeline of everything that had happened.

After Danielle and I fell asleep, Nellie and Kelsey kept going, sharing themselves freely and shamelessly. When Kelsey passed out, Nellie turned to Danielle, waking her up to take Kelsey's place. After a little while, I woke up to find the two women in a sixty-nine, and without speaking a word, claimed both of them in turn. Nellie, completely exhausted, fell asleep with me inside of her, and Kelsey woke up to have some fun with Danielle and I. Eventually, I fell asleep, and once I was unconscious, Kelsey tackled Danielle and had her way with her. We'd awakened a monster.

I woke up next to find Kelsey sucking my dick, while Danielle had passed out with her ass in the air. Kelsey was an amateur at fellatio, but in my experience there's no such thing as a bad blowjob. She practiced on me for a little while, before I turned her around and took her from behind. Nellie had been right: Kelsey did have a cute butt. Her orgasmic cries roused our other two bedmates, and they were quick to join in on the fun.

They took up position on either side of Kelsey, on their hands and knees and with their rear ends pointed at me. Still fucking Kelsey, I kept my hands full fingering Danielle and Nellie. They took turns kissing the young woman between them, who was having the time of her life. That, in my opinion, was the high point of the night.

Danielle and Nellie eventually got tired of Kelsey unabashedly hogging me, and pulled her away from me so I could work on somebody else. Danielle was up first, and I pounded away at her from behind while Nellie and Kelsey latched onto her breasts. On and on we shared ourselves, until the sun started peeking through the curtains like a distant, fiery voyeur.

I stared at the ceiling, surrounded by three sleeping naked women. Despite all the activity and the few sporadic hours of sleep I'd gotten, I felt remarkably well rested. The sheets were a horrifying mess, I was covered with multiple bodily fluids, and Nellie was snoring like a small avalanche while she used Danielle's chest like a pillow. I knew the grin on my face would be stuck there for the next few days.

Three women in one night, and I'd finally tried anal for the first time with my fiancée's cousin. I must have done something really good in a past life to deserve all this. Deciding I desperately needed a shower, I rose from the bed, glancing back at the women sleeping in a happy pile.

Naked and messy as the day I was born, I shuffled into the bathroom and stood beneath the showerhead, dousing myself with biting hot water. Salty sweat and honey-sweet nectar was washed away down the drain, and I stood there in silence, simply luxuriating in the heat.

The door opened, and a full-figured woman's silhouette appeared on the other side of the shower curtain. "Room for one more?" Nellie asked.

"Plenty," I said. She pulled the curtain open and stepped in with me, wincing a bit as she lifted her leg over the edge. "You okay?" I asked, moving aside to let her stand under the water.

"Sore," Nellie said, turning to let the water hit every inch of her naked body. My wilted manhood began to pick back up. "Definitely going to be feeling that for the next couple of days." She patted her lovely ass, so recently sodomized by me.

"You said you could take it," I reminded her, lathering myself up. With Nellie naked so close to me, I was slowly gaining a few more inches I would have to wash, but I didn't mind.

"And I could," she said, puffing up with pride. "To the hilt."

"Better think of an excuse to tell your parents," I said, rubbing more soap into my hands. I began to coat Nellie with suds, paying special attention to her fun parts.

"I'm good at that," she said, lifting her arms to let me soap up her sides. My hands slipped around her, grabbing her tits to clean them off again. I was pretty sure I had missed a bit the last time I lathered them. "I'm already cooking up an excuse for why Kelsey and I are going to be another day late to the beach."

I grinned, my fully erect shaft sliding into the cleft of her soapy backside. "You caught a stomach bug on the plane, and we had to take care of you so you could recover," I said, my skin gliding against hers. "You needed a lot of bed rest."

"Ooh," Nellie said, her hands joining mine on her breasts. "I like the way you think."

I swiped my fingers across her dark pink labia, slowly sinking deeper into her. "Anything that lets me have another day in your titillating company," I growled into her ear as I groped her. The water pouring down on us forced me to keep my eyes closed, but it didn't take an idiot to navigate a woman's body through touch alone. "Fuck, you spoil me so much."

Nellie tensed in my arms. "Enjoy it while you can," she said, a hint of remorse in her voice.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my concern not enough to keep me from fingering her.

"Derek, I'm sorry," she said, sounding like she had been practicing what she was about to say, "but as much as I'd like it to, this can't go on forever." She sighed miserably. "I already told Dani. After the wedding, I won't be sleeping with you two any more. I love you both, but I don't want to get in the way of your marriage. And if my family found out about this..."

"...They'd be furious," I bitterly finished her sentence. It was disappointing, but the worst part was that I knew she was completely right. Just the fact that I had popped Nellie's cherry was bad enough, but the threesome? The foursome? The shameless intimacy between Danielle and Nellie? 'Scandalous' didn't even scratch the surface. "Okay. I understand."

"Thank god," Nellie breathed. "Sorry, I was so worried you'd be mad."

"Oh, I am, don't get me wrong," I said, bending Nellie over and slipping my solid length inside of her. "But the way I see it, I've already made a lot of unforgettable memories that a lot of guys would kill to have. Nothing good would come of being too greedy."

"Like Icarus, flying too close to the sun," Nellie said, bracing her hands on the wall and widening her stance.

"I don't know what that means," I replied, reaching around her to turn up the hot water just a little bit.

Nellie groaned, probably from combined ecstasy and exhaustion. "Read a book for once in your life," she said, moving her ass from side to side as my dick moved inside her. "You're so lucky you're cute."

"I'm lucky for a lot of reasons," I said, clamping my hands on her hips. "Now, time to get to business. There's a lot of stuff I still want to do to you, and we won't have many opportunities before the wedding. Also, I think I have a few tricks left to show Kelsey."

"Can't wait," Nellie grinned.

The hot water built up the heat of our feverish bodies as we clashed. The wetness gave Nellie's skin an enticing luster, and served as a natural lubricant, letting us slip and slide together without any painful chafing. After a few minutes, the door opened, and I heard two pairs of feet pad into the bathroom. The curtains opened, and there stood Danielle and Kelsey, naked and messy. "Getting dirty in the showers, huh?" Danielle said, watching us with a fire in her eyes.

"Nellie wanted to keep him all for herself," Kelsey said. Already she seemed more comfortable with us, not trying to hide any part of her from sight. 

"Feel free to join us," I said while I slammed my cock into Nellie. 

"There's plenty of room," she said.

Eager, no-longer-innocent Kelsey was the first to take me up on my offer, and a few seconds after Nellie came, the next to be taken by me, pressed against the wall as hot water cascaded down on us and my fiancée covered us with soap.

It was going to be a long, fun day.



Nellie Ch. 04



My mind was empty as I lay in the sand, relaxing and absorbing the brilliant sunlight. My body was still a bit wet with seawater from a dip into the ocean, and my muscles still ached from the activities of last night and this morning. I loved going to the beach. The sun, the surf, the sand, the people – it was all so much more alive than winter could ever be.

I looked up at the sound of someone approaching, disturbing the sand with each step. Sure enough, it was none other than my lovely fiancée, Danielle, wearing a bikini that made her look hotter than the sun. 

"Looking good," I said, craning my neck to watch her approach. I wasn't alone; I didn't have to look to know that more than a few people were most certainly watching Danielle out of the corners of their eyes. Her bikini was as black as her short hair, and very modest as far as bikinis went. Her melon-sized breasts didn't spill out of the large cups of the top, and the bottom had enough fabric to it that it didn't vanish into the crack of her perfect ass. Still, she had the type of body that could make a hazmat suit look sexy.

"This just in," she said, spreading out a beach towel and lying on it face-down. "The sky is a lovely shade of blue."

"And you say I have a big ego," I laughed, returning to my resting position.

It was June. Back home, it was hot and muggy, and our AC unit was struggling to stay alive. Here at the beach, it was still hot and muggy, but the presence of sand and surf magically turned what would have been unbearable in the city into one of the perfect dog days of summer. Sadly, our own dog wasn't with us on our short vacation, due to the beach house's strict no-pets policy. While we relaxed at the beach, Buster was chilling with Dani's parents, who were no doubt doting on him like a favorite grandchild.

With the little dachshund being pampered like he was at a spa, the two of us had driven up alone. We were seeking some escape from the constant stresses of planning a wedding, despite knowing that taking a weekend vacation would just make the rest of the week harder. But it would be worth it, we believed. 

You see, planning a wedding is like juggling a live grenade, a machete, and a chainsaw, while standing on stilts in the middle of a river infested with piranhas, and somebody is shooting at you with an automatic rifle. There were a thousand things we had to keep in the air, with unexpected changes happening every other minute. Making seating arrangements that wouldn't result in any arguments, the catering, the paperwork, the decorations, the photographer – this weekend was going to be good for the two of us.

Actually, I tell a lie. 

The three of us.

The third member of our party walked out of the surf towards us, looking like a classical painting wearing a dark green one-piece with a deep v-cut to show off as much cleavage as possible. Nellie, Danielle's nineteen-year-old cousin, combed back her long, dark hair, dripping with salt water, as she strutted up the beach. She shared my fiancée's curvaceous body shape (with slightly smaller breasts and a somewhat cuter butt), and she attracted as many stares as Danielle had. Instead of coolly ignoring them, she met them with a confident smile, and sometimes a flirtatious wink if she thought the person staring was cute enough. A teenaged boy on the receiving end of one such wink turned bright red, and I heard his mother ask if he had remembered to lotion his face.

"Glad you could join us," Nellie said as she settled down on her own beach towel, salty water shining on her skin. My eyes ran a marathon up her body, paying special attention to how the water beaded on her full breasts, sometimes forming tiny rivers as they streaked down into the deep valley.

"I had a bit of a mess to clean up," Danielle said, resting her head on her hands. She winked at me, reminding me of what sort of mess it had been, and how much fun we'd had making it. "How's the water?"

"It's great," Nellie said. "If you ignore all the jellyfish."

Danielle scowled. "Looks like I'm not going in, then," she said.

"I'm just joking," Nellie laughed. "Not a single jellyfish to be seen, seriously."

"Just because you didn't see them doesn't mean they're not there," my fiancée said with a shiver. She loathed jellyfish with a passion, and refused to stick so much as a toe into any body of water that she even suspected was home to one of the gelatinous creatures.

"Big baby," I said teasingly. 

"It's called reasonable caution, sweetie," Danielle said. "Will you lotion my back?" 

I shot up, happy to help. The ties of Danielle's bikini top flew apart beneath my fingers, and I massaged the sunscreen into the smooth skin of her back. I took the opportunity to brush my hands against the sides of her breasts that spilled out from under her body, making her stir appreciatively. "You're going to be a bronze goddess by the time we leave," I said, returning to my towel.

"I don't really want bronze," Danielle purred, like a cat resting in a sunbeam. "I just don't want to be so pale that nobody can tell where the dress ends and my face begins."

For a good while, we were silent as we sunbathed, soaking up rays and relaxing our tired bodies. Just as the urge to take a nap began to creep up on me, it was disturbed by the sound of one of my partners moving. I opened my eyes to watch Nellie stand up. She turned the simple action into a spectacle, casually pronouncing her best features for the whole beach to see. As she reached her full height, she stretched her back, making her prodigious breasts strain against the fabric of her just-a-bit-too-small swimsuit. 

"I'm gonna head back up to the house," she said, shaking her towel free of sand. "I'll be up on the deck if anybody wants me." Her voice was a perfect shade of smoky that Nellie had mastered; we all knew what she was implying.

"Give me a few minutes and I'll meet you up there," I said, keeping my eyes on her beautiful legs.

"Good," Nellie said, beginning the short walk up the beach towards the house. "I'll need someone to lotion me up."

I watched her go for a little while, admiring the way her hips and waist followed her leg with each step she took. She made it look unintentional, but I knew better. She was soaking up the sideways looks she was getting from half the beach like Dani and I were soaking up sunlight.

I lay back down, though I really wanted to follow Nellie every step of the way up to the house. I could wait a few more minutes. "She really was joking about the jellyfish, by the way," I said to Danielle. "The water's great."

"No way, you two are in cahoots," Danielle said. "Trying to trick me into touching a jellyfish."

"We are not in cahoots," I said. "At least not about the jellyfish thing. Definitely in cahoots about other things."

"I know," Danielle said. "I've been in cahoots with both of you."

We both smiled at our not-too-subtle innuendo. "This weekend was such a good idea," I sighed.

"Mm, I know," Danielle said.

"It'd be even better if you'd go into the water with me."

"Shut up, Derek."

"Yes, dear." 

After a few more minutes, I couldn't stave off my growing desire any longer. I rose from my towel, though with nowhere near as much razzle-dazzle as Nellie had managed. I still caught a few women stealing glances at me – I'm a good-looking guy, I will admit – which was good for my ego, overinflated as it was. "I'm headed back to the house. Help Nellie with her sunscreen. Want to come?"

"I'll join you in a few," Danielle said, fixing her smiling eyes on me. "Have fun." 

The beach house we had rented was a gorgeous place, and because Danielle's parents were good friends with the owner, it was cheap. Two stories tall, modern architecture, right on the beach – it was amazing. Not the kind of house you could imagine living in year round, but was absolutely perfect for the summer. Danielle and I had come up here a few summers ago, and we had both decided that our favorite feature was the rooftop sunning deck. A big open space where a sunbather could relax without worrying about any spying eyes. We'd really enjoyed that. 

Once inside the house, I bounded up the two flights of stairs to the rooftop access, taking them two or three at a time in my eager rush. I knew that Nellie was eagerly awaiting some company. Her swimsuit was downstairs, draped over the back of a chair like a wordless invitation. I could hardly wait.

At the top of the stairs, I threw the door open, and was immediately met with the sight of a goddess. Nellie lay on the deck, her totally naked form glowing in the sunlight. She opened one eye and smiled at me. "Took you long enough," she said, adjusting her position and making her gorgeous breasts move enticingly. "I was starting to get lonely."

"And we can't have that happening," I said, setting my towel down on the deck next to hers. Up here, we were at the same time exposed and secluded. Nobody but the seagulls could see us from above. None of the neighboring houses had a rooftop deck, so we didn't have to worry about being watched from the sides. And thanks to the angles and the railings, nobody could see us from the beach. The only person watching me as I peeled my swimsuit off was Nellie, and I didn't mind the way she was looking.

My cock stirred as it was caressed by the salty wind, and I made a show of stretching for my audience of one. She licked her lips. "So," I said, casting a shadow on Nellie as I stood over her. "You said you needed some lotion?"

Nellie rolled onto her stomach, her cute, round butt glistening in the sunlight. "Just my back. I don't want to have any ugly tan lines." She pointed the bottle of low-strength tanning lotion out to me.

"I think tan lines are sexy," I said, grabbing the bottle and spreading a dollop of lotion onto my hands. "Very striking. Draws the eye more than a solid tan does."

"I think they look tacky," Nellie said. She shivered as my lotion-covered hands touched her warm skin, but settled down as I began to move them over the places that had been covered by her one-piece. Her skin was as smooth as silk beneath my hands, and I spent a fair amount of time on her perky rear, squeezing the meat like clay. It was just so much fun to play with. So pliant, yet so soft, and if I pulled them apart, I could get a look at her cute little asshole and inviting pussy.

"I think that's enough for my butt," Nellie said, smiling back at me. "Not that I don't appreciate it."

I sighed, giving her buttocks one final squeeze. "Alright. Your turn."

Nellie's eyes sparkled as I lay down. My half-erection was now as firm as bone, almost eight inches long and respectably thick. Nellie's gaze was locked on it as she straddled my knees, pouring sunscreen onto her slender hands. I had less surface area that needed lotioning, but she took her time working it into my thighs, her dangling breasts swinging. I shivered whenever her hands came close to my loins, but she always just gave me a coy smile and moved away from it. Finally, she was done, and my thighs were shiny and sticky with sunscreen. The naked college student smiled at me, wiping her hands off on my towel.

"Hey, you missed a spot," I reminded her, flexing some muscles to make my erection wiggle.

"It won't be in the sun for much longer," Nellie said, scooting down my legs. She leaned forwards and dragged her pink tongue up my shaft, though she had a strange look in her eyes. When she was done with her long lick, she pulled a face of disgust. "Ick, you're all salty."

Of course; I had just gotten out of the ocean, after all. I licked my forearm, and sure enough, tasted sea salt. I grimaced, and started to sit up. "Sorry. Want me to take a quick shower?"

She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down, before opening her mouth and taking me down to the balls. She gave me a few stiff sucks before coming up for air, her hand taking over the ministrations of my shaft. "It's fine, once I get used to it," she said. She licked my balls, and giggled. "It's actually kind of tasty."

"Better lick it all off, then," I said. She laughed and took me back into her mouth, her pretty face bobbing up and down as she demonstrated her lack of a gag reflex. "That's right, take it all."

When my shaft was bereft of salt, she pulled my balls between her full lips, only one at first, but adding the second one after a few swirling wraps of her tongue. She jerked me off at the same time, staring up at me with her big green eyes. I licked my lips, suddenly thirsty for something sweet.

I didn't even have to say anything. Nellie pivoted around until her childbearing hips were over my face. I pulled them down, greedily burying my tongue inside of her. She was salty as well, but it mixed deliciously with the sweetness of her insides. A moan shook up Nellie's body, and she dragged her hips over my face. I lapped at her happily, pinching her clitoris with one hand and teasing her asshole with the other.

Nellie's first experience with fellatio had been a year ago, and she had impressed me with her natural talent. Now, her talent was tempered by experience, and she was going at me with the intention of finishing me off as fast as she could. Her tongue never stopped moving as her head bobbed along my length, and she made wet slurping noises that added to the atmosphere.

I blew my load into her mouth with a happy groan, driving my hips into her pretty face. She gulped down everything I gave her, holding me in her mouth until I had gone soft. "Yummy," she said, wiping her mouth. "One more point for me."

I kept going, even with the satisfied warmth spreading through me, hoping to get another point myself. I got a bit rougher with the clitoris, and pushed my teasing finger into her anus, slowly going all the way to the second knuckle. Nellie made a deep, happy noise, encouraging me to go further.

I heard the door open, and felt the footsteps of my fiancée through the deck. "Hello, you two," Danielle said, her voice and her footsteps getting closer to us. "Having fun with my fiancé, Nell?"

"I always do," Nellie said, twitching under my tongue; I almost had her. "Come on, you didn't go in the water? You're not even a little bit wet."

"I wouldn't say that," Dani said as she watched us. "But no, I didn't go in the water. There's jellyfish in there, no matter what you say." 

"We'll get you in the water at some point," Nellie growled threateningly. "Right, Derek?"

"Mmph," I mumbled, my mouth full of Nellie.

"I've said it a thousand times: it's never going to happen," Danielle said.

"It's going to happen. Just you wa-aa-aaa-" Nellie gasped, finally arriving at the peak. She grabbed my knees, mewling and gasping as she dragged herself across my face. More sweet nectar flowed out of her, dripping into my mouth and all over my chin. When it ended, she fell still, gasping like a fish. I pulled my finger out of her ass, and she swung off of me, returning to her towel and collapsing onto it. 

"Wait and see," she continued, as if she hadn't had an orgasm mid-sentence. 

"We've got until Monday to convince her, Nellie," I said, sitting up. I licked my lips, eager to taste the last of her sweet honey.

"Not. Going. To happen," Danielle said again, shedding her black bikini. Her curves had already been on display, but now she showed everything else. Her hard nipples, her round ass, her shaved pussy – I've been told a thousand times that I scored huge with Danielle. Without a word, my fiancée sat between her cousin's legs, holding them wide open and scissoring with her. The young woman writhed with pleasure.

It was as sexy as it was taboo. I felt hunger gnaw at me, and it took me a second to realize that it was the normal kind of hunger. For food. A glance at the sun overhead reminded me that it was about midday; it had been kind of hard to keep track of time this weekend. 

"I'm going to make myself some lunch," I announced, standing up. "You ladies want anything?"

"We'll be down in a few minutes," Danielle said. "I'll eat whatever you put in front of me."

"And don't forget to update the board," Nellie reminded me.

"I will," I said, collecting my towel and swimsuit and returning to the house. The sounds of sex followed me all the way down the stairs. Other men would have stayed to watch the semi-incestuous sight, but I'd seen it before, and the way this weekend was going, I would see it again.

We were tentatively calling it 'Passion Weekend', until someone thought of a better name. 

It had been Nellie's genius idea: a long weekend of uninhibited debauchery, far from any prying eyes, where we could do whatever and whomever we wanted. Nellie had made the painful decision that our taboo relationship would come to an end after the wedding, and with just a week left, it was our last chance to be intimate with her. 

Nellie's parents thought that she was visiting a friend out of state for a long weekend, when in truth she had driven up to the beach house a few hours before us. When we arrived, she answered the door completely naked, and the weekend's festivities began as soon as we were inside and the door was closed. We had around seventy-two hours together, and we intended to spend as much of that time as possible slaking our considerable lusts.

And we had. Oh lord almighty, we had. Friday night and Saturday morning had been great, and Saturday afternoon was shaping up to be unbelievable. 

The beach house's kitchen was much nicer than the one at home, and I made good use of it. At least, as much as I could while making a BLT. The sandwiches were just being completed as I heard my two lovers coming down the stairs, happily laughing and chattering. They strolled into the kitchen, both of them practically glowing and still completely naked. During Passion Weekend, clothing was optional. With the blinds drawn shut and the doors locked, we were in our own little self-contained world.

"You two have fun?" I asked, putting together the last of the sandwiches.

"You know it," Nellie said, heading to the fridge as Danielle took a seat at the table. Held to the fridge door by a magnet was a piece of paper with three columns labeled with each of our names. Each had a number of tally marks drawn in; Danielle had the most, followed closely by me, with Nellie trailing just slightly behind. The words 'ORGASMS CAUSED' were written at the top of the sheet in big letters. Nellie added one point to hers and Danielle's columns. "You already added the points from our sixty-nine, right?"

"Yep," I said as I started setting out lunch. Danielle took one look at the apron I was wearing, laughed, and pulled me down for a sweltering kiss. I smiled, content. "I knew this thing worked."

"What?" Nellie asked, turning towards the table. "Oh, 'Kiss the Cook'. Very original."

"It's a classic," I said, feeling very manly wearing nothing but an apron. Nellie rolled her eyes, but gave me a kiss just the same. "Plus, look, if I cover just a little bit of the second 'o' like this, it says-"

"Easy, cowboy. Lunch first."

"Oh, alright."

We sat down and ate, happily talking and laughing about the events of the day so far. We had no reason to feel any shame about our desires, so the conversations were unfiltered and explicit; almost every sentence used a word that couldn't be repeated in polite company. We all had plans for things we wanted to do and positions we wanted to try, and the only thing holding us back were time constraints.

"You guys should have seen the way the lifeguard was checking me out earlier," Danielle said during a lull in the conversation. "I left because I was worried somebody would drown while he was staring at me."

"I didn't get a good look at him. Should I be concerned?" I joked.

"Maybe a little," Danielle shrugged, making her naked chest move in interesting ways. "Kind of hunky."




Nellie Ch. 04



"Kind of?" Nellie laughed. "That man was Grade-A Fine. I actually thought about pretending to drown so he could rescue me." An idea came to her, lighting up in her eyes before it melted into a catlike grin. "Hey, what if we invited him to join us?" she suggested.

My eyebrows rose. Inviting another man to join us? I glanced at Dani, trying to keep my concern off my face. These women were all mine, and I was not planning to share them with another man. I knew it was greedy of me, but what man in my position wouldn't have thought the same thing? 

"Nah," Dani said, making a wave of relief wash my worry away. "Just us three is fine. Plus, we don't even know the guy. It'd be weird to just walk up to him and ask him to join us for a foursome."

"Aww," Nellie pouted, resting her chin on the table. "It was worth a shot."

"Have you ever been with two guys at once, Nellie?" I asked, desperate to change the topic.

"Nope. Not for lack of trying, though. All the guys I've asked got cold feet when I told them they wouldn't be the only dick in the sandwich." She sighed. "I just want to get railed by two cocks. Is that so much?"

This seemed to make Danielle ponder, a distant look in her eyes as she chewed. "Something on your mind?" I asked, breaking her out of her stupor.

"Nothing, just having a crazy idea," Danielle said, shaking the thoughts away and returning to her sandwich.

"Crazy's good," Nellie said, perking up. "I like crazy. We've been doing crazy all weekend. Spill."

"Well," Danielle said, a smile creeping across her face, "I think I saw a sex shop in town on the way here, so if you wanted to try the next best thing..."

She didn't have to say anything more. Our filthy minds were in complete sync, and we knew by some slutty instinct just what she was suggesting.

Nellie's beaming smile was her answer.

Forty-five minutes later, Nellie was being pushed into the coffee table as Danielle pounded her from behind. She moaned happily, wordlessly begging her cousin to go harder and faster. I just sat on the couch and watched, desperately trying to coax an erection from my tired dick.

Sometimes, the sheer power of Nellie's sex drive astounded me. Nellie and I had fucked while Danielle had been off buying the new strap-on, and she had been so excited that I was able to get her off twice before getting my own rocks off. I was just barely in the lead now. And while I was still feeling the fatigue, Nellie had literally pounced on Danielle when she returned. Like a kid on Christmas morning.

Now, Nellie was bent over the coffee table in the living room, while Danielle humped away with the black dildo attached to the black harness. Her technique wasn't the best – she was used to being on the receiving end – but Nellie didn't mind in the least, moaning and groaning like a pornstar. "Is this not hot enough for you?" Danielle asked me. "It would be really nice if you could fill her mouth with something." 

"Oh god, yes, please," Nellie begged me. "Fill my fucking mouth with your big hard cock-"

"Working on it," I said. I still hadn't gotten my erection back after my last activity with Nellie, despite the sight before me. I'd had almost a half-dozen orgasms in the past two days; I hoped I wasn't going to jizz blood any time soon.

"God, hurry uuuuuup," Nellie moaned while Danielle kept humping. Her poor technique was covered up by the dildo's bumps and ridges, which I saw as cheating.

At long last, blood began to pool in my cock, making it swell to its full length. Nellie moaned, her succulent mouth gaping in preparation. "Fuck, yes, come on, give it to me," she whined.

"I think she wants it," Danielle said.

"Amazing, Holmes, how do you do it?" I asked, standing up and waving my erection in Nellie's face. She craned her neck to swallow me up, but I stopped her with a hand to her forehead. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck my throat with your big dick," Nellie whined, chomping at the bit. "Please, god, just stop making me wait and fuck me. Use me."

"Sounds good to me." I released her, and she shot forward like a viper, taking me into her mouth and sucking furiously. I staggered, going weak at the knees already. "Oh, fuck."

Nellie said something, muffled by my dick in her mouth, but I got the gist. I grabbed her head and began to thrust, timing my movements with Danielle's. Nellie moaned and gurgled as she was spitroasted by rubber and flesh. 

Danielle picked up speed, slamming into Nellie as she began to flush red. "Holy Christ, I'm – ah!" My fiancée jerked in orgasm, reminding me that the strap-on was double-ended. Still, she kept going, unhindered by the handicap of a refraction time. Also cheating.

Nellie came as well, eyes rolling back as she moaned around my cock. The sight of her orgasmic face, the warm lust in her eyes, was what pushed me over the edge, and I came into her mouth in tiny spurts that still shook me to the core. Nellie swallowed what little I had to give her.

"So good," she moaned when I was released from her mouth. Danielle was still going. "That's two points for me." 

Shit, she was right. I couldn't remember what the exact score was, but she was slowly crawling towards the lead. The game ended at midnight; we only had a few hours left.

"Do you want me to grab that thing you asked me to bring?" I asked Nellie, brushing some hair out of her face. 

Nellie smiled like the devil she was inside. "I won't complain," she said, licking her lips. It was so hard to imagine that she'd been a virgin a year ago.

"You brought the lube, didn't you?" Danielle asked, still ramming Nellie.

"Did you expect me not to?" I asked, hurrying towards the master bedroom. I heard a heavy sigh and some laughter from Danielle as I raced away. 

Once I had the magical bottle in my hands, I danced back to the living room, a spring in my step and a lot of blood below my waist. My two lovers had switched position; Danielle was sitting on the couch, while Nellie bounced on the strap-on like a prize-winning jockey. 

Danielle was too transfixed by Nellie's breasts to even look up when I took position behind our partner, lathering my erection (back already! I was very pleased) with lube. I watched as she attacked the younger woman's nipples with her mouth, pulling and kissing at them. I love being engaged to a bisexual woman.

"My kingdom for a camera," I sighed, dripping a bit of lube onto my index and middle fingers.

"No – ah! – pictures," Nellie reminded me.

"I know," I said, stepping closer. Realizing my intentions, Nellie stopped bouncing and began grinding deeply. This way, it was much easier for me to slide my lubricated middle finger into her puckered anus. She groaned, her hot walls clenching like a Chinese finger trap. I could only imagine what she was feeling. I added my index finger once I felt it was ready, provoking an even deeper reaction. Our movements were slow and totally focused, but they wouldn't be for long.

"Derek," Nellie gasped, looking back at me with desperation in her eyes, "Please."

I growled hungrily. My fingers were withdrawn, and I took up position, lining my stiff erection up with the desired hole. Just to be safe, I applied a bit more lube. Nellie and Danielle watched with rapt attention as I pushed into her. Nellie buried her face in Danielle's shoulder until I was all the way in, when she sighed and loosened.

"You like that hard dick in your ass, don't you, slut?" Danielle growled, peppering Nellie's throat with her lips.

"She loves my hard dick in her ass," I said, kissing the back of her neck. "Tell Dani how much you love it."

"I love it so much," Nellie whimpered.

Danielle grinned at me over Nellie's shoulder. "Should we fuck her, Derek?"

"I don't know. Should we fuck you, slut?"

Nellie nodded like a bobblehead. "I love you both. Fuck me."

We did. We had to switch position so Danielle could lie down and get a better angle for humping, but Nellie didn't mind. We hammered her, without thinking of gentleness or affection. It was a sexual feeding frenzy, and it was intense.

It wasn't long until we had Nellie screaming. She beamed, while tears streamed down her face and honey dripped from her pussy. After just a few short minutes, she fell limp, collapsing on top of Danielle, and the frenzy ended. We slipped out, our breathing ragged. We cuddled, a tight bundle of arms and legs. The couch was a horrifying mess.

"That was incredible," Nellie croaked weakly.

Dani and I shared a grin. We separated so Nellie could stand up, leaning on the coffee table for support. "Shit, I need a hot bath," the young woman decided. "And don't even joke about joining me." She staggered towards the stairs, mumbling about how she'd never felt so sore in all her life.

"So, what's the score now?" I asked. Danielle unbuckled the harness and slipped the smaller end of the dildo out of her, biting her lip as she did so.

"I don't even know," she sighed, placing the sopping contraption on the table. The furniture would need a good wipedown before we left. "I think I came twice."

"And I came once," I said. "Then Nellie's at... fuck, I can't even remember. We'll figure out where we stand when she gets back."

"Sounds like a plan," she said, resting her head against my shoulder. "Would you object to a truce until after dinner?"

"No, we all definitely need a break," I agreed. "I've got dibs on the bath after Nellie."

Danielle smiled up at me. "It's big enough for two."

The afternoon was much more relaxing than the rest of the weekend. The three of us bathed, and then spent some time napping on the rooftop deck in the sun. We did some gentle arguing about the score, but eventually came to an agreement. Nellie and Danielle were just a single point ahead of me, but I wasn't too worried. The best part about the game was that in the end, everybody won.

Later in the evening, we went next door, clad only in towels, to take a dip in the neighbor's aboveground hot tub. They weren't in town, and I'm sure we weren't the first people to trespass so we could skinny dip. The bubbling water was just what our sore muscles needed to recover, and we soaked and flirted in the hot tub until our fingers were pruney and our libidos were enflamed. 

Danielle made dinner, and she had brought up a full bag of oysters. Yummy. By the time all the gooey bivalves were consumed, the natural aphrodisiac had worked its magic, and we were all raring for action. Well, we had also eaten dinner totally naked and fairly handsy, so that might have had something to do with it. Regardless, as soon as we were done, we leapt from the table and raced up the stairs to the master bedroom. The dishes could wait.

"Score?" Danielle asked, reclining among the pillows. I picked up the sheet, brought up from the fridge for the final stretch.

"You and Nellie are tied for first with ten points. I have nine," I reported.

"I'm going to win," Nellie said excitedly, bouncing in place on the mattress. "And I will be a merciful, benevolent ruler, with oral sex for everybody as long as it's me."

This was the great game of Passion Weekend. Whoever caused the most orgasms by midnight on Saturday would be completely in charge on Sunday. The losers were allowed to specify a single act that they did not want to do. Simple rules for a simple game that was literally just an excuse to have as much sex as possible.

"Alright, folks, you've all had plenty of time to think about your safeties, so let's hear them," I said. "Mine is that I'm not taking anything up the ass."

"Neither am I," Danielle said. Just as planned. Nellie and I shared a quick look and a smile; Danielle didn't know it yet, but we had her exactly where we wanted her.

"And I will not perform any acts of bestiality," Nellie said with a smirk. She was practically declaring open season on herself.

I took a look at the clock. Just a little bit past eight. The three of us, naked and ready, looked at one another like the world's hottest Mexican standoff. "Four hours," I said, tensing myself in preparation.

"Let the games begin," Danielle said, and she made the first move. 

She grabbed her cousin by the shoulders and pulled her down, pinning her to the bed and locking lips with her upside-down. I spread Nellie's legs and planted my own lips down there, her sweet taste like a dessert to me. I licked her until I could feel the quivering in her legs, and then I slammed myself home, fucking her the rest of the way to completion. 

Once I was done with Nellie, Danielle crawled closer and slipped me out of her cousin, taking me into her mouth. Nellie used the opportunity to lap up Dani's juices, making my fiancée shiver in pleasure. Dani's mouth was a whirlwind on my shaft, and she moved with so much energy that it wasn't long before I popped my cork down her throat. Point for her, and I was one step closer to the completion of my master plan.

A few seconds after my completion, Danielle groaned as Nellie finished her off. With me soft as a sponge, she dropped her attentions to Nellie, burying her tongue in the younger woman's cunt. I sat down on the bed to watch, and added tallies to the chart. Dani and Nellie were both still a point ahead of me. 

The sight of the two busty women being so intimate got me stiff again quickly, and I dove back in, plunging into Danielle even as Nellie was tonguing her. Together, we had her screaming in just a few minutes (since we had worked together, the point was awarded via coin toss; Nellie won). Danielle collapsed, a satisfied glow surrounding her, and I kept fucking her. 

Nellie sucked my balls into her mouth, happily playing with them while I fucked her cousin. After what felt like an eternity, I came again, and as soon as I pulled out, Nellie began to eat Dani out again, licking at the creampie I had left behind. I rested, updated the score, and checked the time. Three hours left. We could do this.

It still amazes me that I was able to survive that night. We were all having more fun than we'd ever had, but there was no doubting it was still a competition. Most of the action was between Nellie and Danielle, who didn't have to recharge like I did. They stayed neck and neck, while I flagged behind, snatching up points where I could make them, and each time it took me longer and longer to reach my own climax.

Towards the end, we reached the ends of our collective ropes. Danielle's top half was hanging off the side of the bed, and Nellie was struggling to make her legs move. I was panting for breath, still wiped from my last encounter with Nellie. With shaking hands, I updated the score. Nellie and Danielle were still tied, with me just one single point behind them by some miracle.

After some titanic effort, Danielle was able to get herself fully on the bed. "Oh my god," she said, staring at the ceiling. "This is it. This is how I die. Fucked to death a week before my wedding. Tell Buster I love him."

Nellie, meanwhile, was wiggling her toes. "Not paralyzed!" she announced victoriously.

"I think my balls might be deflated," I reported. "What's the time?"

"Eleven thirty two," Danielle said, craning her neck to look at the clock. "What's the score?"

"You and Nellie are still tied, I'm a point behind."

"Really? Damn."

"Okay, idea," Nellie said, now trying to move her ankles. "I think we should call it quits for now and have a tiebreaker in the morning. Sound good?"

"Works for me," Danielle said, looking ready to fall asleep.

"No," I said. "Not yet."

My two lovers stared at me like I was crazy, which was probably true. "You're joking," Danielle said. "Derek, none of us can even move."

And at last, my plan came to fruition.

I grinned, and slowly began to rise to my feet, under the disbelieving eyes of my future wife and her cousin. "One of us can," I said, rolling my neck.

"You're shitting me," Danielle moaned. "There's no way you can get it up-"

She was almost right. I concentrated, clenching my ass and summoning an erection through sheer force of will. If it didn't work, I would probably end up shitting on the bed. I powered through the pain, watching my tired organ fill with blood, the last battle cry of a dying man. I gasped when it was complete, and nearly lost my footing. I hissed like a steam engine, and saw fear in the eyes of my women.

"Oh my god," Danielle said. I grinned darkly down at her. She had just volunteered. The fear in her eyes morphed to arousal as I opened her legs and crouched between them, impaling her on my erection. I checked the clock. Twenty-five minutes. I had to hurry.

Her breasts bounced with each heavy stroke I pumped into her, and I grabbed them to make them stop, squeezing the soft flesh like I was kneading dough. Danielle was despondent, simply staring at me with her mouth open wide, unable to believe that I had made such a recovery. I could only breathe heavily, unable to form the strength for words.

Twenty minutes. I released her breasts and cupped my hands under her ass, lifting her hips off the bed and giving me a better angle to hit her bulls-eye. I hammered her, hard and picking up speed, while sweat dripped down into my eyes. I ignored it, clenching my eyes shut and continuing without my sight.

Finally, the first clench. Danielle moaned, the waves of her orgasm massaging me. I was running on empty, and I still had miles to go before my final eruption. "Please," Dani begged beneath me. "No more. Sweetie, please, no more."

The orgasm finished, and I pulled out, letting my fiancée fall slack. One more point for me. It was a three-way tie. I mopped the sweat out of my eyes, and turned towards my next lover/victim. I checked the clock. Shit, twelve minutes. It had taken me longer than I'd thought to finish Danielle, and I would need to be even faster to satisfy Nellie and win the game.

I lurched towards her on my knees, my erection wagging in front of me. Nellie's legs were already open for me as I approached, and I slotted into her, not wasting any time.

Minutes flowed past, and the only sound was our breathing and the bedsprings. I pinched one of Nellie's nipples with one hand and played with her clit with the other, both to the best of my ability while limited by fatigue, but she just lay there, panting and sweating. At the five minute mark, I felt something I'd never expected: a tickle of warmth in my loins. I cursed myself. I'd thought that, after finishing so many times, I would be safe from this, but clearly I had overestimated my ability. I kept going, thinking nothing of the time, watching Nellie's face like a hawk.

The warmth was growing, and Nellie was starting to make some sharp squeaks of pleasure. Her legs hooked behind my back, and the fire bloomed in her eyes. It was a race to the finish.

"One minute," Danielle announced. We were really moving now, tapping into our last reservoirs of energy. I could feel her stirring around me, saw the flush in her cheeks, and fought to control my own imminent release. I could do this. I could do this. I-

Couldn't.

With a gasp and a grunt, I came. It was so weak I hardly noticed it, but I felt the strength being sapped from my bones at last.

Then, the alarm beeped, signaling midnight and the end of the game.

And then, Nellie gasped, her walls tightening around me as she came one final time.

I collapsed on top of her, barely having the strength to pull out. Her big breasts were soft, and the sound of her racing heartbeat was reassuring. Danielle turned the alarm off, and waited for the final verdict.

Nellie lifted her arms, and tiredly said, "Woo."

"Nellie – Nellie wins," I confirmed, gasping like a fish. "At the last second."

"I am the queen," said the victor. "The queen of sex. Bow down before me, mortals." She tried out some weak evil laughter, but it didn't last very long before it turned into regular laughter. "Oh, man. This is the best weekend ever."




Nellie Ch. 04



"You're the queen for the next twenty-four hours," I said, pulling out of her and rolling onto the mattress. I didn't remember it feeling so soft. "And we, your humble servants."

"Sweet," her majesty said. "The queen demands a pillow."

I passed one to her. She settled it behind her head, happy as a clam. "Next, the queen demands a good-night kiss from her loving subjects."

I rolled back over to her and pushed my lips against hers. "Good night, your highness," I said, rolling back. Danielle squirmed over to give Nellie the same show of affection, pressing her lips to the younger woman's. She started mumbling a "Good night, your highness," but fell asleep halfway through, her head slumping to the mattress. It wasn't long until I joined her.

The sun shone down on the beach the next morning, perfectly contrasting Danielle's dark scowl. "I should have known you two were planning this," she said, glaring at the ocean with her arms crossed over her chest.

Nellie and I only smiled. "You know the rules, Dani," our queen for the remainder of the day said. As soon as we had all woken up, Nellie's reign had begun, and her very first command was for us to put our swimsuits on and head down to the beach. Halfway there, Danielle had realized what Nellie's dark intentions were. "I give an order, and you follow it."

"Not this kind of order," Dani whined.

"If you want, you can change your safety," I said. "But then you know what Nellie will order you to do."

Danielle mulled it over. She looked out at the ocean, filled with trillions of potential jellyfish. She looked at us, her two lovers with dark plans for her ass. She looked at the ocean. At us. Ocean. Us. Ocean. Us.

Finally, she slumped in defeat. Opened her mouth...

...And groaned as her virgin ass was penetrated. For a minute, she could only make wordless moans, but when she was able to speak again, she said, "Oh my fucking god."

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Nellie crooned into her ear.

"Don't have to answer that," Danielle gasped.

"And Derek? What do you think?" Nellie asked, giving me an evil little smile.

"I think that I'd like for it to be my turn soon," I said, sitting patiently in my chair, as Nellie had ordered, while she nailed my fiancée's ass with a strap-on. I was as hard as I had ever been, but I was also under orders to not even think about touching myself.

"If you're good, maybe I'll let you," Nellie said, beginning to move in Dani's ass. My fiancée, the woman I loved, who I was due to marry next week, groaned, her elbows buckling and threatening to send her face first into the mattress. "Oh, fuck..."

Dani came with a happy whine that made it clear she really was enjoying herself. If the sound wasn't proof enough, the smile made a convincing exhibit B. "Derek," she squeaked, "I am so mad at you right now." 

"I've done literally nothing," I reminded her. They were only a few feet away. I could clear that distance in maybe a second, lube up by five seconds, and be inside her by ten. I was literally ten seconds away from anal with Danielle, but I wasn't allowed to move because of this stupid game-

"Because – ah, fuck – you didn't convince me to do this sooner," Danielle finished. "Jesus, god, fuck-"

"While I have your attention," Nellie said, moving slowly but powerfully, "I have a new decree."

"Of course, your majesty," Danielle and I said. Whatever Nellie ordered was bound to be fun for all involved.

Our queen actually looked uncertain for a second, and stopped moving, despite Danielle's whined protests. "I decree," she said, "that Passion Weekend... become an annual event."

My eyes, and Danielle's, widened. Nellie continued. "Once a year, just for a weekend in the summer, the three of us come up here to do whatever we want. None of us can claim to be 'moral' or 'proper' – I'm fucking my cousin's ass with a strap-on while her fiancé watches, for fuck's sake – and we shouldn't pretend we are."

For a few seconds that felt far longer, none of us said anything. Nellie wilted, suddenly becoming the woman she had been a year ago. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have – it was stupid, let's just forget it-"

"Nellie," Danielle said, sounding remarkably controlled for a woman with an eight-inch dildo in her butt, "if I had won, that would have been my first decree."

Nellie's eyes snapped to the biggest size they were capable of. "Wait, what?"

"It would have been my second," I supplied, releasing my iron grip on my chair long enough to give them a little wave. "After ordering Dani to go into the water."

"So, you two – agree?" Nellie asked, beaming but still cautious.

"On all counts but one," Danielle said. "Why does it have to be just a weekend? If we reserve this place far enough in advance, we could probably get it for a full week!"

"And we could probably think up some more rules to make the game more fun," I added. "And we do need to think up a new name for it."

"Something better than Passion Weekend."

Nellie let out a shaky breath that had the promise of tears. "Thank god, I was so worried you wouldn't want to," she said, covering her eyes.

"You're the queen for the day," Danielle reminded her. "You can tell us to do whatever you want."

"Except I don't want to take anything in the ass and Dani doesn't want to go in the water," I said.

"Derek, I've heard that prostate stimulation actually feels really good for guys-"

"I have my limits, woman."

"You should try it..."

"I love you two," Nellie said, laughing.

"We love you, too," Danielle said, speaking for both of us. "Now will you please keep going?"

Nellie smiled, leaning as far as she could to kiss her cousin wetly. "Derek," she said when she was done, "would you like to come over here and help me out with this peasant whore?"

I shot up, my feet only touching the ground once in my haste to get to the bed. "Of course, your highness," I said, sliding under Danielle. She gasped as my shaft slid inside of her, nestling in her familiar folds.

Above us, the young woman who was our lover smiled, and I found it hard to recognize that a year ago, she had been a shy and meek virgin, knocking on my door so she could have her first experience. It was amazing how much she had changed since then. Amazing, and more than a little bit scary. "No time to waste," Nellie said, and we began to thrust.