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The Extended Family Ch. 01

By: Romantic1



Chapter 1 -- Picking Up the Pieces. Two Sexy People Find Each Other.

I was almost in the lotus position. I'd substituted sitting Indian style with a nice straight back instead of twisting my moderately arthritic legs into a position where they'd ache not only during the lotus position but also for days afterwards. I had been this way for about half an hour, my hands extended across my knees in an open accepting position. I was on the beach at dawn; fortunately, this time of year dawn didn't come that early. It was early January in Sarasota, Florida. I wasn't sure this therapy was for me.

I gradually uncurled from my meditation and looked around at the morning, finally paying attention to what was going on around me for the first time since I'd started my meditation and had my day's uplifting experience. Today was one of the first times I had become one with the sound of the waves and the squawk of the shore birds, the feel of the sand beneath me, and the gentle wind at my back.

I'd come every day for the past month, rain or shine, even on Christmas and New Year's mornings. I had elected to spend the holiday period alone this year, for the first time in the five-and-a-half decades of my life. The meditation was part of my self-therapy to get over the loss of Nancy, my wife of thirty-four years, eight months earlier.

At first, after she died, I remained in denial, conning myself that she'd walk through the door any minute and give me the latest on what our son and daughter and their families were up to, as she always had. Then, I got angry with everything and everybody. I hurled a favorite vase through a window; I was mean and vindictive to sympathetic friends and merchants at their least infraction. I thought I'd sue her doctors or the hospital or someone, anyone I could think of. I was pissed. It had been a long and debilitating illness. I'd dissolve into tears at random times.

A couple of months after Nancy's death I discovered alcohol. I moved from an occasional glass of wine with dinner to consuming an entire bottle at dinner and then at lunch too, and then I found that Bloody Mary's at breakfast were nice, then two, then I was drinking all day and all evening. It deadened the pain, and I was then a mean and vindictive drunk for weeks -- for months.

I entered a period where I blamed myself for everything, even Nancy's illness, and I drank more. I became even more morose and deeply depressed. I know my kids were worried about me and so were the few friends we'd developed in our neighborhood. They could watch me sliding away. I'd even thought of suicide but was too cowardly to court that idea for long.

One night I couldn't sleep. I tried late night television in an effort to sleep, but that proved to be an unending series of infomercials and offered no solace to my grief. I felt amazingly clearheaded and for some strange reason didn't want alcohol to dull my senses. A small voice inside told me to go to the beach. At four o'clock in the darkness of morning, I was the only car on the road as I drove the mile or so to the nearest beach. 

I walked in the dark to the water's edge and sat. I cried and sobbed to the setting western stars over losing Nancy -- my only and greatest love. People who had known us marveled at our closeness and relationship, our very evident love, caring and respect for one another, and I think they were jealous at how we still did little romantic things for one another all the time. We were always on each other's minds.

Nancy and I met in college, fell in love -- deeply in love, got married when we were halfway through. Somehow we both graduated, and did all the things fine outstanding couples are supposed to do -- careers, kids, house, vacations, relatives, friends, holidays, and wealth accumulation. When Nancy got sick we both stopped working; we didn't need to earn money by that time. We tried to pack in another thirty years of living into the year before she passed. 

Nancy was my rock, and I was her rock. I was to protect her from all the bad things that an ugly world might throw at her, but I couldn't combat her cancer. I prayed. I made a thousand promises to God or anyone that would listen. 'Please heal her -- don't let her die.' Nothing worked.

She weakened and tired quickly. I held her in my arms as she'd sleep on my shoulder. I would kiss her hair and forehead. Then, she was bed ridden by some of her treatments, but nothing really extended her prognosis. This was a predictable disease. I'd sleep with her, holding her entire body against mine and bathing her in love. "Oh, dear God, that's all gone," I sobbed and wailed into the night and the uncaring sound of the surf on that November morning.

Dawn came. I stood and for the first time thanked the Universe for the time we'd had together -- thirty-five years from when we'd discovered each other. The Gulf was lapping at my feet, the water chilly in the cool morning air. I fell on my knees and bowed my head and prayed, asking for redemption and forgiveness.

My Inner Voice said to come back each morning for three months to pray and meditate, so I got into a routine. I'd get up an hour or more before sunrise and go to the same spot on the beach. I'd sit and try to open my mind to whatever messages I was to receive. Some amazing things happened in the first thirty days: I stopped my binge drinking almost immediately; my attitude to others improved although I was still depressed -- I guess I stopped trying to take it out on someone else; and I decided not to sue anyone; after all, shit happens and this time it just happened to Nancy - and thus me.

I examined myself more closely in a meditation one morning in early January. A voice said quite clearly to me, "Talk to your friends. Go and help someone else." I actually came out of my meditative state and turned around to see who was talking to me at this early hour, but no one was there. I suddenly realized that I knew the voice; it was Nancy's. I didn't believe in ghosts and yet ... I sobbed at the realization that her spirit was alive and in contact with me.

Nine o'clock in the morning is the earliest you call someone at home in Florida. Many retirees like to sleep late, so I puttered around the house and my desk getting things in order and making a list of the people I wanted to call. 

A little after nine I called Dave LaSalle, a friend and neighbor I'd know for twelve years. He was surprised to hear from me and even more surprised at my apology to him for my abusive behavior over the past months. He was forgiving and said he understood and hoped I'd suffer him if he got the same way if his wife died. I told him I'd be glad to help him in some way if he had anything that needed doing; he said he didn't but he'd keep the offer in mind. We chatted some more and by the end of our call I felt like I'd at least patched up some of the wounds I'd inflicted on him and our relationship.

I repeated the process a dozen times before noon. Every person I called was home and responded just as Dave had, with sympathy, tolerance, and forgiveness -- even love - despite how rotten I'd been for these months.

I felt renewed at the end of my calls. I dug out my bicycle and rode into the City, found a sidewalk luncheon spot and enjoyed a cheeseburger and a diet coke. I nodded and smiled at the people who strolled by the restaurant tables. I made a point of not complaining about anything.

Suddenly, I realized I was paying a little more attention to the pretty women than anyone else -- and there were many pretty women downtown that lunchtime. I tried to guess what they did. There were several younger women -- girls in my mind -- who I guessed worked at the bank. They were each wearing short thin dresses that clung to their curves and revealed shapely legs as the wind whirled the light fabrics. 

There were tourists of all ages dressed in tight shorts and scoop neck tops. Some were braless, and I noticed more than one whose excitement at life was revealed by the evidence of nipples poking through the blouse material. 

Some of the professional women who walked by caught my eye as well. I expected most of them were lawyers since the town seemed to thrive on them for trust management and estate planning, not to mention the real estate market. They carried themselves differently, more upright and alert, more aware. Their clothes were sexier in a way, more expensive but cut to seduce without revealing too much flesh. I expect this contributed to higher billing rates and chuckled to myself over the thought.

As I rode my bike the three miles back home, I analyzed my sudden fascination with women after so long a hiatus. Maybe I was healing.

The next morning in my mediation I heard the voice say, "Go, and help someone other than yourself." I refocused and continued to listen but that message was the clearest of all.

My friend Martin Williams called a few days later and asked whether my offer of help still stood. I told him that it did. He said their daughter Claire had a friend who was moving to the area and looking for help in relocating, finding an apartment and job, and getting acquainted. He hoped I'd be willing to help her. A few minutes later, I had a name and telephone number on a scrap of paper in front of me - Marilyn Seaburn, 443-555-1984.

I thought for a few minutes about what'd I say when I called and then dialed the number.

"Hi. Marilyn here," a cheery voice answered my call.

"Marilyn, my name is Jim Crawford. My friend Martin Williams just gave me your name and number and asked whether I'd play host to your arrival and job search around Sarasota, help you find a place to live, and so forth. I just wanted to introduce myself and tell you how glad I would be to help you in any way that I can."

Her perky voice responded, "Well, I'm positively impressed by how fast THAT circle closed. I talked to Claire, Martin's daughter, about an hour ago and told her what I needed; no, what I'm actually desperate for. Your call is an answer to my plea -- my prayer."

"Glad to be of service," I responded.

"I'm in my car driving down to Sarasota now. I'm coming from Ohio. I'm probably four or five hours out -- I just crossed the state line. I know nobody there; well, except you now. I knew Claire from college, and we've seen each other occasionally since. Somehow, I remembered her parents were in Sarasota and that's where I wanted to go. Oh, I'll explain it all later when I see you."

"Look, you'll arrive late this afternoon. I'd be delighted if you'd join me for a drink or even dinner. I'm completely open and at your disposal. I can help you find a place to stay, and you can freshen up here at the house."

She said, "That'd be wonderful."

She had my phone number since I'd called her cell phone. She said she'd call me when she was closer and ready for detailed driving instructions. I told her which Interstate exit to aim for, and we hung up.

I put some wine on ice, thawed some steaks, made a salad and straightened the house from a mass of clutter I'd allowed to accumulate in my months of depression. Three hours later, I was proud of the place again, and feeling the best I had in a long time. 

Four hours later the phone rang. Marilyn told me she'd turned onto Fruitville Road and was now headed into town. I gave her some directions and twenty minutes later an old brown Chevy sedan laden with clothing and luggage pulled into my driveway where I stood waiting for her arrival.

"Welcome to Sarasota," I greeted her with even before she got out of the car. "Come in and make yourself at home."

Marilyn Seaburn looked to be about forty as she sat in her car decompressing from driving for so long. She had a very pretty face -- model quality. Her medium-length blond hair was windblown and had an unkempt look. She gave a big sigh, and then uncoiled herself from behind the steering wheel and stepped out of the car.

She was wearing snug-fitting Levis and an expensive and colorful t-shirt top. She had flats for shoes. The immediate impression she gave, however, was of someone who had dressed in a hurry and then slept in their clothes.

Marilyn was about five-foot-five and on the thin side except for a well-endowed chest. She stretched for the sky; I gawked at her flat stomach and the shapely breasts that tried to escape from her t-shirt but managed to be looking into her car when she brought her head back to eye level.

"I am soooooo glad to be out of that car," she said looking at me and pushing her large sunglasses into her messed up hair. "I've lived in that vehicle every minute of the past thirty hours except for gas, food, and potty stops -- oh yea, and a couple of long naps. I must look a fright ... and I'm a neat-nik too." She tried to smooth some wrinkles out of her top.

"Look, why don't you come in a freshen up. If you have a swimsuit, you could take a dip in the pool. Or there's a shower."

"I like the idea of a swim. And you have sunshine here! This is sooooo much better than Hamilton, Ohio -- it was snowing yesterday when I left. God was that only yesterday -- it seems like a lifetime ago." She smiled at me and added more to herself, "In some ways it was a lifetime ago." She wrinkled her brow in a serious gesture. "I'll tell you later. I want to swim -- I need to swim."

She pulled a small bag and some loose clothes out of the back of her car and followed me into the house. The back of the house faced a large bay and wrapped around a pleasant backyard pool that I kept heated although I didn't use it much. Marilyn clapped her hands with joy as she looked though the house and saw the pool.

"I'm coming pool. I'll be there in thirty seconds." She picked up her bag, and I aimed her at the guest bedroom and bath. I told her she'd also find a towel in there that she could use for pool or bath. She could later shower in there too.

I opened the slider in front of the bath door and wandered out onto the patio. Thirty seconds later a colorful blur sped by and hurled itself into the deep end of the pool. A shriek of joy accompanied her contact with the cool water.

"This is marvelous. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," she shouted with glee as she surfaced.

I grinned and sat on the edge of the shallow end and dangled my feel in the water. I realized that she had pulled off her Levis and shoes, but had jumped into the pool with the same top she had on earlier. I also noted as she swam around that she had on a light blue thong that was doing little to hide her perfectly shaped ass that occasionally broke through the surface of the water as she swam.

Marilyn swam a couple of dozen laps with obvious athletic talent. Her strokes were smooth and well practiced; her turns were also classic Olympic style. I wished I could have offered a larger pool to use her skills in. 

She finally pulled up near me and stood. Her shirt clung to her round breasts and left little to the imagination as to their shape or excitement at the cool water. She gave me a big grin.

"You don't know how big a treat this is for me, Mr. Crawford."

"Please call me Jim. And you're more than welcome to swim here anytime you want. It's good to see the pool getting some use. It hasn't had much use in the past couple of years."

Marilyn stepped out allowing me to marvel at her shapely legs and how little the thong did to hide her nether region or cheeks. She wrapped the towel around herself then said, "Let me shower and change then we can talk." She scampered into the pool bath and shut the door. 

My tongue was hard, and I was all but speechless. It had been years since I'd been around anyone that shapely or seen that much skin in something other than a magazine or more recently on the Internet.

It was about six. I stood outside the bath door and yelled in, "Would you like a glass of wine? Red? White?" 

"Yes, please," she said. "White. I'll be two minutes."

I went into my kitchen that also opened onto the pool patio and opened a bottle of Sancerre wine, a flavorful wine from the Loire Valley. I had a couple of other wines too if she didn't like it. I poured us two glasses, and set out some cheese and crackers as well.

Marilyn appeared, barefoot and back in her Levis. Her pale skin was aglow from her warm shower. A feminine pink scoop neck top had replaced the rumpled and now very wet t-shirt she'd swum in. Her wet blond hair was brushed back and held in place with a pretty wide black ribbon. She'd dabbed on a hint of lipstick and rouge on her cheeks too. She was feminine, pretty; and my heart quickened.

I gestured to a bar stool at the kitchen counter and brought a glass of wine and the hors d'oeuvres to her. "So tell me about Marilyn Seaburn," I said. 

She shot me a sideways glance and sipped at the wine. "Oh, I like this," she said as she took her first sip of wine. I told her its lineage briefly. There was a long silence.

"I'm running away from home," she finally announced. "Yesterday, I was deep in my second failed marriage, and I figured it was time to clear out. So I did." She shot me look to see how I received that news. I just nodded and encouraged her to continue.

"I have an eighteen-year old daughter, Melinda, at Ohio State. She knows. She told me for years to just get up and leave, but I couldn't until yesterday. I kept postponing because I didn't know where to go. She told me how to choose a place. I figured out Sarasota based on her idea."

"How's that?" I asked.

"Mel, that's what I call her, said to pick a state -- I picked Florida because of the weather -- and then throw a dart or something like that at a map of the state to pick a city. I did that and that's how I got Sarasota. Then, I figured out I knew someone that had relatives there and so on. Now, here I am having a pleasant glass of wine with you," she toasted me with her glass.

"So you want a complete start over?" I asked. "Job, apartment, friends, ... everything?"

"Yes. Completely. I don't know where to start," She paused, "and to tell you the truth it's a little bit scary -- but not as scary as staying married in Ohio."

"What did you do in Ohio? Job? Schooling? Tell me about your background."

Marilyn talked for fifteen minutes. She'd graduated from Ohio State about twenty years ago and kicked around in a series of marketing jobs, mostly for industrial companies. About ten years, ago she got a steady job doing inside sales for a small steel company. She'd gotten proficient at computers and helped introduce many new systems into the company to modernize its business model.

I asked about her personal life. She'd married the first time right out of college. That marriage failed after two years. She'd had Mel by that time and became a single mother who worked and raised her kid. She'd remarried and now, seven years into that marriage, had given up on that one too.

"Any chance of reconciliation?" I asked.

"Nooooo. Not this time. I've left before, but he found me and dragged me back home - literally. I was sore and bruised for a month the last time -- half a year ago. Now, I really have to go underground. I don't plan on even telling Mel where I am; I'll call her and let her know I've landed, but I won't tell her where. Doug, that's my husband's name, doesn't know Claire Williams and won't figure out that I'm here in any way that I can think of."

"Care to tell me the problem?"

Her voice became quieter as she unfolded her story. "Oh, everybody knew. He kept cheating on me -- drunken shit that he was. Then, he got abusive too. He broke my finger about a year ago. At least, once a week he'd come home and slap me around. He did it Wednesday night and that was the last straw." She pulled up her blouse part way and showed me a large bruise on her left side; I was horrified that a man would do that to a woman -- to anybody. "After that punch I gritted my teeth and I said, 'Self, I'm outta here.' I left the next day -- yesterday -- and here I am."


The Extended Family Ch. 01



"What about work?" I asked.

"I called Art Gosling, my boss, on the drive down. He knew I'd get whacked now and again because cosmetics only hide so many bruises. He'd seen them before. I told him I needed to leave and start over. He's always been very supportive, and this was no exception. He said to use him as a reference, and to know I had a job with the company if I ever came back to Ohio. I hated to leave my friends there, but I have to."

Her tone and demeanor indicated she was sad at the thought of leaving her life behind. She had tears in her eyes as well as a look of defiance -- an interesting combination.

We paused in our conversation, and then I offered some steaks for dinner. In a move of evident self-bravado, Marilyn gave me a big grin, "Let me help someway. Yes, let's eat here."

Fifteen minutes later, I'd produced a steak dinner with all the trimmings. Marilyn just sat and watched as I wrestled up the things I'd prepared in the afternoon. "You prepared all this for me," she said suddenly after figuring out that this was not a normal meal for a single, middle fifties gentleman.

"I had an important guest coming from Ohio," I laughed. "Now I'm especially glad I did after hearing your story. I really am glad to help, and to let you know I'm here for you."

Marilyn got me telling my life story over dinner. I could do it for the first time without getting maudlin and without tears coming to my eyes. She seemed understanding and sympathetic about my loss less than a year before. 

After dinner, we both made fast work of the clean up and then took what was left of our wine and went and sat on the patio to watch the last vestiges of sunset disappear. We entertained each other further with events and stories from our lives. We weren't dwelling on our problems or losses, but rather on the happy times we'd had with our families and friends. We laughed a lot; something I realized I hadn't done too much of for a couple of years.

When the wine was gone, I offered her some Grand Marnier or other liqueur. She took the orange sweet liquid fire in a small glass from me a moment later. I had some Kahluah. We sipped and got quiet, just enjoying the night sounds from the neighborhood, the stars, and the reflecting lights on the bay.

Suddenly, Marilyn said, "Oh, heavens. I've enjoyed myself too much and over stayed my welcome. I must leave." She jumped up and started to gather her things.

"Where are you going?" I asked without getting up.

"Oh, I'll find a room nearby and see you tomorrow."

I caught her anxious look and put my hand up. "You were going to sleep in your car somewhere, right?"

She nodded slowly and looked like a kid who'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Yes, but it won't be a problem for me. I've done it before -- lots."

"Well, it's sort of a problem for me," I said. She looked puzzled. "You see I promised myself I would go out of my way to help you -- way out of my way. I also have this very empty guest room that hasn't been used in a long time. I need someone to live there for a while and bring it back to life. So you see, if you stay you'll be helping me and making me feel that I have honored a promise to myself -- to the universe."

She looked uncertain about whether to accept.

I tried to make the point stronger and make her feel safer if that was her problem, "I'll be over on that side of the house. You'll have your own bedroom, bath, and phone -- the door even locks. You can check-in with your daughter if you want. Try it for a night or two. If you've found a place by them you can move, if not please accept my invitation to stay for as long as it takes until you get on your feet."

I paused and then asked her, "How much money do you have?"

She blanched then answered in a low voice, "About two-hundred dollars."

I said, "Look, save that for a rainy day or for part of your job hunt. If you stay here, it's free room and board. No strings, no obligations. Just pay it forward some day."

She thought about it for another ten seconds. "Yes, I'll stay." Her eyes teared up, and she turned and hugged me. It wasn't a passionate 'come on' hug; it was just a warm, hug of gratitude.

I helped her bring a few more things in from her car and then straightened up the kitchen so I could head for bed. 

As I started to go off to my part of the house, I said to her, "Oh, by the way, you might hear me going out for a bit around six a.m. I go down to the beach about that time to ... umm, to think and clear my head."

She nodded in somewhat puzzled understanding of what I'd just said.

I slept well that night undisturbed by so many of the demons that had haunted me over the past months. 

*****

At the beach the next morning I seemed to center myself more easily than usual. My mind drifted, and I let it drift instead of trying to force an unnatural solitude into my head. After the sunrise, I became aware of two important things that I should do: "Help someone other than yourself" and "Give love unconditionally." I didn't question either; I was learning not to judge as much. A few minutes later I picked up my mat and went to the car.

As I drove home I picked up two coffees and a newspaper for Marilyn but when I arrived home a little after seven o'clock, she was still asleep.

I puttered quietly in the kitchen, eating a light breakfast, and reading the paper. About half-past seven she padded into the kitchen from the guest room. Her hair was beautifully tousled with a lock of her golden blond hair hanging over one squinted eye. She looked amazingly sexy in a white t-shirt that hung down just past her hips and teased as to whether it would reveal anything further. She had beautiful and shapely legs, the kind you'd see in an advertisement for fine stockings or perfume.

She came up to me as I held the cup of coffee out to her with a weak smile on her face. She took a sip of the coffee then came and kissed me on the cheek. 

"Oh, you are going to spoil me so while I am here. This is marvelous service I could get used to," she said in a slightly hoarse morning voice.

"My pleasure, m'lady."

She slid onto a high stool next to me, unintentionally flashing me a microsecond view of a pink thong and the very top of her shapely legs. She caught me looking and smiled. 

"I bought you a morning paper so you can check out the Help Wanted section. Sunday's paper has the better ads though." I pushed the paper open to the Classifieds section to her.

She nodded groggily and drank some more coffee. Her eyes were opening slowly to the bright morning light coming in from the patio.

I fixed her some cereal and juice that she devoured. 

After breakfast, she went back to her part of the house and freshened up and dressed in shorts and a light top. She was more alert when she came back out; she also looked as though she was ready to start the changes in her life.

Since I'd done a lot of recruiting and hiring I volunteered to help her get her thoughts organized. We sat for a while and discussed her previous work, her skills and her earning history. She'd been earning $55,000 at the steel company she'd just left and usually got a ten-percent bonus too. I homed in on her computer skills since these were usually the tipping point in today's job market. Overall I was impressed with her background.

Instead of just opening the paper and looking at the ads (which I doubted would provide any real insight into the local job market), we outlined her skills, objectives and background and put together a good resume and cover letter.

As we did this I could see her confidence filling into a void she'd apparently been left with by her husband. When I commented on this, she kissed me on the cheek again and said, "I know whom to thank for THAT." I think I blushed.

We had a quick lunch and looked in the newspaper at which companies were advertising for jobs; however, the ads were not slanted to Marilyn's skills or salary level. I brought out another computer, and we sat at my dining room table, went on the Internet and looked up the larger companies in the Sarasota area. We sorted them favoring manufacturing operations or those likely to have some sort of sales and supply chain management issues. When we were finished, we had a list seventy companies likely to hire someone like Marilyn. We'd also expanded our search to Bradenton, the town just north of Sarasota, because they had some good industrial companies in the area.

She accepted some gentle recommendations I made to put the real estate industry and their construction suppliers low on her list and to elevate straight manufacturing companies that shipped their products more globally. Further, we looked for companies close to the same size as the one she'd just left. We researched our top tier of companies and talked about the pros and cons of working for each.

By the time we stopped, it was four o'clock. I knew that calling for job information or inquiries on a Friday afternoon would not be productive, so I talked Marilyn into putting on a swimsuit and joining me for a walk down the beach. She was excited at the idea and scampered off to change. She'd never seen the Gulf of Mexico.

Marilyn in a two-piece swimsuit was a heavenly vision of long beautiful legs, and angles, curves and bumps topped by a long blond hair and a pretty smile. I grabbed some beach towels from the closet after I'd changed to my suit and we headed out to Lido Beach. 

We walked the entire beach from Big Pass and the State Park all the way up to New Pass and back. We gathered dozens of shells she thought worth saving in a net bag I'd brought and often waded in the cool water, although neither of us went swimming all the way. We walked close to each other, and I basked in the closeness I had to this beautiful creature. We bumped and brushed against each other frequently as we walked north. On our return trip, we held hands the whole way back. I was as nervous and excited as I'd been when I was thirteen and went on my first real date. I was also aware of the obvious bruise on her left side that she'd brought with her from Ohio.

We drove back to the house to clean up and change for dinner. I'd suggested we eat out so I could drive her around a few areas of Sarasota. I must admit, however, I was not rushing to see Marilyn cover up her body. It was SO easy on the eyes.

I'd dressed and was pouring some wine when Marilyn appeared from the guest room in a lovely light summer frock. She had on spike heels too, my favorite, and had pulled her hair back in a gorgeous French twist. She'd applied a subtle bit of make up to add some further tone to the sun she'd picked up during our walk. She had a sweater over her arm. I held out a glass of Chardonnay to her and she accepted it with a smile.

"Oh, I will be so in your debt when I get a job and leave," she said with a laugh. She came close and hugged me as she held the glass away so it wouldn't spill. I kissed her forehead as it went by. I felt two things in quick succession too: first, Marilyn was not wearing a bra and I felt her erect nipples as they grazed my chest during our hug; second, I felt more than just a twinge in my groin telling me I was excited at that fact as well as at Marilyn overall.

I wanted to pull her to me again, but decided I'd let her set the pace for any kind of relationship we might develop. I was still not sure how she was feeling given her decision to leave her husband in Ohio and escape to Florida. Was she healing rapidly? Were there still open mental wounds?

Then, my mind wrestled with my own situation. Here I am a mid-fifties man, graying hair, pretty good shape, but old enough to be her father. Surely, I started out to be her mentor and guide. She wouldn't be interested in me and after the months I've just been through I need to do penance perhaps. I got down on myself and convinced myself I wasn't worthy of any serious attention by Marilyn or any other woman at this stage.

I snapped myself back from my thoughts and returned to being the perfect host and guide. After a glass of wine we drove downtown and headed to one of my favorite places, the Selva Grill on Main Street. I'd called and gotten us a table by the sidewalk so we could watch people stroll by. The food was superb. After dinner, we walked around part of the City ending at a bookstore. She held my arm tightly all during our walk. I bought Marilyn a local business paper, and a couple of magazines she'd looked interested in. She never left my side as we browsed.

At home, I hated to call it a night and so did she. I suggested an aperitif on the patio after we'd changed for bed, and she accepted. I was pleased yet again when those long legs appeared beneath the t-shirt she was using as a nightshirt. I poured our drinks and carried them outside; Marilyn followed. 

I set the small goblets on the table and sat in one of the comfortable chairs around the table. Instead of sitting next to me, Marilyn came and sat in my lap. She put her arm around my neck, gave me a megawatt kiss, and said, "Thank you for today. I've never had anyone so on my side as you are." The next kiss was even hotter.

She cuddled into my chest. I couldn't help but feel her almost naked body against mine and so I hardened. She had to be able to feel me. Oh well. 

After a while, she turned to take her drink but I stopped her. Instead, I sipped her drink and then moved to kiss her again. She put her mouth on mine, and I injected the small amount of the smooth sweet liqueur I'd sipped into her mouth, followed by my tongue. She moaned and hummed in happiness at the event and acceptance of the fluid and my tongue. It was a very sensual moment for both of us. We kissed again, and the sparks were flying.

"Oh please do that again," she whispered.

I again took a generous sip of her Grand Marnier, and we French kissed again, with me injecting the fluid into her mouth. The sparks flew, and the French kiss became several dozen. She was moaning and squirming in my lap too, actions that were getting me more aroused than ever. 

"And again," she repeated in a sexy whisper.

We repeated the process several more times. Marilyn pulled up her t-shirt slightly and took one of my hands and placed it on her exposed full breast. I started rubbing and kneading her mounds feeling their fullness, weight, texture, and soon enough their sensitivity and responsiveness to my touch. With a sense of passion, she brought her lips back to mine and gave me another soulful kiss. She then sipped my liqueur and returned the favor of being my new favorite delivery mechanism for the drink. We continued in that way for many minutes.

After being active under her shirt during this time, I moved to push it up and even off her body. She peeled the shirt up over her head without hesitation. I immediately moved to tongue her nearest breast and nipple. Neither of us was disappointed with her response to my move. Her moans and excitement were evident as I roamed with my lips from her lips to her breasts. She squirmed in my lap obviously aware of the effect she was having on me.

At one point I sipped my liqueur and then slavered it over one breast, letting the liquid seep from my mouth onto her globe. This generated some extra excitement from her as she watched me do this. She clutched my head to her breast at the little mess I had made and groaned in a sexy and inviting way as I used my tongue to clean it up.

She was wearing a thong. After many minutes of focusing on her face, neck, and breasts, I ran my hand down her flat stomach and along the edge of her thong. Her whole body vibrated with the move; a shudder went through her but I attributed it to the cool night air and my light touch. Later I was to learn that she'd had a small orgasm at that instant.

I played along the edge of her thong with my fingers as my tongue romanced her nipples and the curves of her breasts. She cradled my head and encouraged my every move. Occasionally we'd repeat the liqueur kisses I'd started with.

Finally, we looked at our empty glasses, Marilyn said in a low sexy voice, "There's no excuse now I guess. We need a new activity. How about you make love to me?"

"I can think of nothing in the world I'd rather do," I responded quietly.

Marilyn rose and turned to me in her near nakedness. She pressed her body against mine, ground her hips into my groin, and kissed me with another deep kiss that had to be lighting up the nearby sky. I had my eyes closed but could still see the fireworks.

She started to lead me to her room, but I pulled her with me to the master suite. "Come this way. Bigger bed. More room."

As we reached the bed, Marilyn stooped and removed her thong and tossed it aside. I shed my clothing in a millisecond, and we stood and rubbed out bodies together, relishing the skin-to-skin contact we were making with our nude bodies. We lavished kisses over one another.

My cock was standing out at almost a ninety-degree angle from my body. Marilyn captured it between her legs and lightly pumped her hips back and forth to massage my rod with the small amount of fluffy blond hair she had left around her pussy. She was almost clean-shaven. 

I pulled her to the bed and then pulled her over me. We embraced, and then she rose, grasped my cock, and rubbed the end against her pussy. She was moist almost to the point of dripping like a faucet onto my body. Only one swipe along her slit and I was fully lubricated.

"Oh God, I want you so," she panted to me. "I've never been this wet before."

"I think you can tell the feeling is mutual," I whispered back as I leaned up and kissed her.

She sank her body down on mine in one slow but effective stroke. She had her head back in ecstasy as my cock penetrated her body. At the end of that stroke the head of my cock was pushed against her cervix, our pelvic bones were pushed together, and we ready for serious lovemaking.

Marilyn came forward and rubbed her erect nipples across my chest several times. I, of course, reached up tentatively to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples; I noted the positive effect the move had on her. I could feel her slow moving pussy clench my cock each time I pinched her; she was moaning, "More, more."

We started moving in a beautiful slow synchronous rhythm with one another. I was meeting her down strokes with an upstroke of my own. We started to generate the sound of our moist bodies slapping together -- moist as her body fluids leaked more girl juice onto me that was spread by our contact and motions.

I clearly had an urgency to this union. It had been almost two years since I'd been close to a woman like this; somehow my hand was in a far inferior league to an event such as this. 

Marilyn also appeared to have an urgency to merge and reach a climax. We sensed each other and increased our tempo. I was holding her hips and yanking her down into to me, thereby maximizing the penetration I was making into her body. I couldn't recall ever being harder or longer than I was with her.

She started making little squeaking sounds of joy and passion on each stroke. They were getting closer and closer together as we now pounded into each other. I was getting sweaty and panting with the effort and pleasure that washed over me.

I reached up and pinched both of her nipples simultaneously and hard. The effect was electric. I could feel her vaginal muscles ripple around my cock as her orgasm began. This was all it took for me to climax as well. We went into our love spasms simultaneously; both of us arching our backs and then moaning to announce our arrival at heaven's door. 

I knew she felt me worthy; the insecurities I had hours before about myself were groundless. She had resurrected me and justified my existence in this single wave of pleasure as I jetted my cum into her body. 




The Extended Family Ch. 01



Marilyn's sweaty body fell on my chest, and I clutched her to me, stroking her back and long hair. The raw passion we'd built up over the past few minutes now changed to tenderness. The rough touches and pinches were replaced with gentle strokes and smoothing of each other's body. The frantic kisses where we'd mashed our faces together were replaced by more loving and tender soul kisses conveying the deep feeling we had generated for each other.

We lay coupled together for many moments, hugging and kissing. I wished I could have responded again to her needs, but mid-fifties guys are not known for their ability recover, particularly from an event as passionate and taxing as this episode had been. 

I pulled a sheet up over us and rolled us onto our sides. We remained coupled however and in the dim light filtering in from the hallway we could see the smiles on each other's faces. 

I kissed her eyelids and whispered, "Sweet dreams." Marilyn cuddled closer to me, if that was possible, and we both slipped off to dreamland.

***** I awoke about six and quietly got out of bed and dressed for my meditation at the beach. I snuck out of the house with a smile on my face.

As I sat at the beach, I enjoyed the occasional whiff of our sexual contact coming from my groin. I hadn't washed since our lovemaking session the night before. I had forgotten what sex smelled like; it was delicious.

As I centered and cleared my head of thoughts I again heard from within the messages to help someone else and to love unconditionally. I felt cleansed by my meditation session and hoped the serenity I felt could rub off on Marilyn who seemed to have so many demons to deal with.

I picked up coffee on the way home; glad I didn't run into anyone reeking of sex the way I was. At least in the coffee shop, there were other competing odors.

Marilyn was still asleep in my bed when I got home. I stripped and slid into bed beside her, spooning up to her side as she slept on her stomach. She rolled slightly to fully spoon up against me. I slipped a hand under her and cuddled her to me, kissing her neck as I arranged myself to doze with her.

A half-hour or so later, she stirred in my arms, initially pulling my arms closer around her naked body and rubbing her bottom against my flaccid cock in a very friendly gesture. I responded to her and returned her hug with some kisses.

As she awoke, she turned to face me. We kissed and kissed, most tenderly. She apologized for her morning breath, but I was oblivious to any such fault. She reached down, grabbed my cock, and started to massage it back to life. I wasn't responding as fast as I wished until she tossed the sheet off us and slithered down my body and inhaled my rod which still hosted the scents and dried juices from our lovemaking the night before.

"Are you sure?" I offered.

She broke free from me for just a second, "Oh, yes. You taste divine. I love the taste of 'us' on you." She inhaled me again. I hardened to something approaching titanium-enhanced steel.

"Can I cum in you again? I like being in your pussy," I said quietly.

With that she again slithered up my body, her tongue working over time as she worked on some of my muscles and my nipples. She finally made love to my neck as she maneuvered above me. I rolled her over on her back.

I rose on my arms and dragged my erect penis across the flat of her stomach. She again reached down, and this time aimed my scepter at her love tunnel. I took my time working my cock into her, moving only a fraction of an inch deeper on each stroke. She and I were relishing our contact with each other and enjoying our sensuous skin-to-skin contact. 

When I'd fully penetrated her, I started to piston in and out of her vagina. Her ducts were open and flooding the area with her girl juice, ensuring my deep penetration and delivery of seed into her body. 

Marilyn's legs flailed in the air, knees bent, then she wrapped them behind my buttocks and started to use them to pull me deeper and deeper into her hot passage. We increased our tempo. Soon, I was pounding into her body, using all my effort and energy to ready my launch of jism into her.

And then the moment came. I let out of long guttural growl of passion as I peaked and my climax began. Marilyn shrieked at the same instant beneath me and pulled me into her folds with one huge body-shaking convulsion.

Somehow I managed to eject a bucket of cum into her pussy. I could feel shot after shot leave my body and enter hers as she held me deep and motionless. I couldn't believe I had recovered enough overnight to generate this amount of fluid to gift her. 

I collapsed into her willing arms, my sweat-laden body molding into hers. She stroked my back and sides. I kissed her neck and shoulders from my prone position against her. 

We panted and struggled to catch our breath, rolling to our sides to unburden our chests. As we panted and our aerobic workout subsided, Marilyn pulled my face to hers in a very tender embrace, "Oh you are a special, special man. Dare I admit I'm falling for you?"

"Yes, you may and we have all weekend to do even more of this and to get to know each other better and better. " I kissed her all over and then slathered over one of her breasts as I cupped the other and rubbed the erect nipple.

After we played and cooed at each other, I told her I brought her coffee and had a breakfast available. 

She said, "Do I have to dress for the occasion."

"No, the rules of the house in fact encourage all the nudity you can exhibit."

As she went to stand, she looked horrified. "Uh oh, I'm dripping! You really filled me. Maybe I'll shower first."

"Come with me," and I led us into the master bath shower that had multiple showerheads and enough room for at least eight people. We stood beneath the water jets and kissed, smoothed, and cleaned each other's nooks and crannies. 

"God, I can't keep my hands off you," I sheepishly admitted as we turned the water off.

"Don't stop on my account," she offered with a laugh. 

We dried each other and then walked naked into the kitchen. My eyeballs were having orgasms of their own just watching her trim body walk ahead of me, her breasts swaying, teasingly visible and available to touch and taste.

"You sit, I'll serve," I said acting like a host again.

"I thought you already did serve about twenty minutes ago," she jested.

I produced our juice, coffee, and cereals as well as some fruit. We ate side-by-side, frequently stoking one another and kissing between almost every bite. She couldn't keep her hands off me either. What a fine problem to have.

Afterwards, Marilyn pulled me back to the big bed and we cuddled some more. I wanted to make love to her again, but knew I couldn't. I had to get some Viagra or Cialis -- about a thousand pills as a starter kit. Unfortunately, I'd have to wait until Monday unless I could talk my pharmacist out of some later in the day.

As we cuddled I slid down Marilyn's lithe body until my tongue could reach her pussy. I started to tongue the surrounding area, frequently drifting past her erect clitoris. 

"Are YOU sure," she asked quietly as she panted in her prone position.

"Never more sure of anything in my life. You ... no, we taste wonderful as you noted earlier." I dove back into her pussy with great enthusiasm this time, thoroughly enjoying Marilyn's musky scent and juices mixed with my male juice. 

I licked and prodded and probed with tongue and fingers, reaching up with whatever hand was free to fondle and twitch Marilyn's nipples and breasts. She became a writhing mass of happy flesh underneath me as she reacted to my attentions.

Suddenly, her back arched and she yanked my head into her pussy full force and clamped her legs around my head. She exploded into an orgasm, maybe the most violent of the ones we'd shared.

"Ooooooooh, ooooooooh, ooooooh, Gooooooooooood!" she kept moaning as the event flooded over her. Finally, she relaxed her legs and hands and I could move my head again and not worry about being the first man to be suffocated by a warm pussy.

"Oooooh," she went on, "you really are spoiling me. Come and kiss me."

I tongued my way up her body, pausing at her taut breasts, and then ran my tongue up her neck to her mouth.

"Oh, God, I love the taste of Us," she said after we'd French kissed. 

"Me too," I said and snuggled her into me and lavished more kisses on her. We snuggled for a few more minutes, and then I started to diddle her clit again. She responded with several little jerks and twitches.

She gave me a wan smile, "I'll give you all day to stop THAT." 

She closed her eyes and rolled into the passion I was delivering. I moved my head to her breasts and roughly attacked one breast and nipple and then the other. I increasingly drove three fingers into her twat at a very rapid rate, as fast as I could make my hand go. Her fluids flooded the area again. Her back arched again and she held that position for well over a minute as I pistoned my hand into her and bit her tits. 

Finally, her climax arrived. She grabbed my hand and held it so my fingers were deep in her, but my hand couldn't move. With her other hand, she pulled my head into the breast I was sucking and tightly held me as the spasms arrived and passed over her. 

Gradually, she relaxed again, and I cuddled her to me with kisses and hugs again. After we'd spent fifteen minutes or so in this position, Marilyn sat up and looked at me with tender doe eyes.

"I'd love to stay here and fuck you all day long, but I'll end up a pool of useless flesh if we keep this up. Let's at least take a walk or do something as a breather."

I responded, "You can come with me on some short errands and I'll show you more of Sarasota, but this is where we're coming back to." I patted the bed. We showered together again, and it was as equally exciting as our first venture.

We dressed in shorts and sneakers. Marilyn had on a light top again and went out of her way to show me she wasn't wearing a bra -- I got flashed by her as we headed into the garage. I pinched her lovely ass, and she jumped.

I talked my pharmacist out of ten Viagra's on our first stop. He looked at me with a smirk and commented that he could understand my desperate situation when he saw Marilyn walk by in the pharmacy and smile at me.

We went down to the bay front and sauntered among the yachts and sloops parked there, marveling at the features of each one. I volunteered to bring her back to O'Leary's Bar some night for the light rock and bohemian atmosphere the place exuded to those that walked by that part of the bay front in the evening. The place was a hangout for many folks who lived on their boats in the harbor so the dress was always super casual or grunge.

We had a romantic lunch outside on the veranda at Sierra Station -- an old train station that had been made over into a great restaurant. We flirted endlessly with one another and kept maneuvering so we always had some part of our bodies connected as we talked and ate. I snuck a couple of the little blue pills as we ate too.

We went back home after lunch and violated the rule about waiting an hour after you eat before engaging in physical exertion. The Viagra worked wonderfully and I was willing to write a long testimonial to them about my personal experience. We took a nap wrapped into each other after our sweaty climaxes. 

We awoke and took a swim in the pool with our bathing suits on lest we shock my neighbors. I was all for skinny-dipping, but Marilyn was the voice of reason. Suddenly, I wanted to show her off to everyone I knew. "Look what I have and guess what we're doing?" kind of mindset. I told Marilyn and she laughed then flattened her body against mine at the edge of the pool and raised the water temperature about thirty degrees in mere seconds.

When we changed back into casual clothes, it was almost dinnertime. I poured us some wine, and we sat on the patio holding hands and watching the sun fade into the western sky. 

I got serious for a while, and Marilyn humored me. "How serious are you about changing your identity?" I asked.

"Very," she replied. "I haven't thought it all through. What to do and all. I still need to see Mel frequently."

"Did you ever think about changing your name? Doing it before you job hunt might be a good idea," I offered. "You could become 'Lynn' in a breeze. What was your maiden name? Does Doug know that?"

"I've always liked 'Lynn'," she responded. "My maiden name was 'Fowles' and Doug knows that. If I kept it in the family, my grandmother's maiden name was 'Greene'. I doubt he'd think that far into my history if he really cares to search for me."

"Well, Lynn Greene, welcome to Sarasota, and welcome to my home and my life. What a pleasure to have you." I rose from my seat and went and kissed her. She kissed back.

We were seated again when I had a further thought. "Who owns the car?" I asked. 

"Oh, shit," she said. "He does."

"Then, we need to get it back to him as soon as possible. I think I know how to do that without betraying where you are. We'll work on that on Monday too. You can drive my car when you need to until we get you a replacement."

She nodded and squeezed my hand. She was worried I could tell. I brought the bottle out and poured us a second helping of wine. I took the edge off things by toasting her again, "To Lynn Greene, my new girlfriend?" I looked expectantly at her and how she'd react to my questioning inflection on the statement.

Lynn got up and came over to me and gave me one of her smoldering kisses and then sat in my lap for even more kisses. Eventually, we just cuddled together for a while.

We ate out again, this time at Two Senoritas -- one of the Tex-Mex eating establishments I love to frequent. It felt good to be out and about again. I realized I'd been hiding from life for two years.

I kept calling Marilyn 'Lynn' to drive home her new name and get her used to it. Sometimes I'd throw in a 'Miss Greene' statement of some kind. She laughed at the whole effort sometimes.

Afterwards I invited Ms. Greene to accompany me down to O'Leary's Bar. We walked down to the waterfront, got beers, sat and enjoyed the music floating out over the water.

We went home and made warm and tender love to one another. It was electric the way our bodies melted into one another. I could get very comfortable with this whole arrangement. Hell, I was already comfortable with the whole arrangement and it was less than forty-eight hours old. In the back of my head; however, I was pessimistic that it would continue, mostly because I was so much older than Lynn.

Sunday was very much like Saturday except now I had Viagra and so we spent even more time in bed fucking and making love, depending on the mood of the moment. We were insatiable for each other. We started making love in the other rooms of the house so we could say we'd fucked in every room, including the garage, and inside and on my car.

I couldn't remember having the staying power (thank you Viagra) or the rigidity that I seemed to have that day. I had a perpetual hard-on and used it incessantly to poke into Lynn. She was not only receptive to my advances but often suggested some mildly kinky idea to try or initiated our coital coupling.

When sunset came on Sunday, we slipped nude into the pool. While Lynn floated on her back I put her legs over my shoulders and buried my tongue deep into her well used and lubricated pussy. Later she blew me as I sat on the pool's edge, and then we traded places and we continued fucking like the rabbits we'd become that day.

The two of us slept naked and wrapped up deeply in one another. 



The Extended Family Ch. 02



Chapter 2 -- Putting the Pieces Together Includes Some Great Sex

Monday

My life had changed overnight. One day I was still grieving over the loss of my wife to cancer and trying to pull out of a ten-month alcoholic-assisted depression, and the next I had a beautiful woman living with me and needing my help to find a job, living accommodations, friends, and everything. We'd barely started towards these goals when we'd discovered the passionate and physical side of our new relationship.

Monday morning I made my morning sojourn to the beach to meditate. I again picked up coffee and a Sunday paper on my way back to the house. Lynn was up when I arrived back. She was wearing a t-shirt with nothing on underneath it. When I made an advance on her, she playfully slapped my hand, "Do you know how sore I am today?" she said. "The playground is closed until after dinner."

I gave a huge sigh of disappointment; however, I was glad for the opportunity to recharge my own batteries during the day. Sunday, I recalled with great pleasure, we'd pretty much done nothing but suck and fuck all day long.

We both went through the Help Wanted Ads in the local paper, but there were few leads there for anything that Lynn would have been interested in. 

I broke out my telephone list and started to make calls asking if any of my friends had contacts at any of the top companies on our list. I hit pay dirt on the fourth call. George Bunsen, a friend I'd known for years, turned out to be on the Board of Emptive Aerospace -- a medium-sized company that made aircraft and spacecraft communications equipment. They were headquartered in Sarasota by the airport but had manufacturing plants scattered all over the east coast and outside of Los Angeles. 

George was polite enough to listen to my well-thought-out description of Lynn, her skills, and her personal situation. At the end of my two-minute spiel, George said, "Have her come by my house tomorrow morning, say at ten o'clock. I'll screen her. If I like her, I'll get her in for some meetings later in the week."

I was ecstatic. Lynn was nervous. I told her about my background and history with George and his wife Debbie. They were nice people, and I was sure he'd give her more than the benefit of the doubt.

We kept making phone calls through lunch, but I stopped around the "P's" on my list. Lynn was cold-calling company HR departments and asking about whether they had any openings in her skill areas.

With Lynn's blessing I also called my lawyer and explained about Lynn's situation and her wish for a name change, divorce and restraining order. He told me to take a picture of her bruises before they faded any further. I did. He also validated my own thinking about the car she'd driven to Florida, and that was to get it back to her husband promptly without revealing where she was geographically. He said to get rid of any other personal property that was clearly owned by her husband. He suggested getting rid of the cell phone too. We set an appointment for Wednesday morning for a face-to-face meeting.

I made some calls regarding getting her car taken north. The last one was to a chapter of my old college fraternity up at the University of Florida in Gainesville. The young man who answered the house phone listened carefully to our needs and said he thought he knew just the person. He'd have him call me back later today.

An hour later the phone rang, and a youthful male voice introduced himself as Don Urquart. As we talked I learned he was a junior and had a girlfriend at the University of Cincinnati and was trying to figure out how he could see her more often than having to wait until Spring Break.

I explained a little about the car needing to go to Hamilton, Ohio, just north of Cincinnati, and that I'd pay $200, plus gas money, plus airfare back to Gainesville. He was hooked. He said he'd have to iron out some things with his girlfriend and his class schedule and be back to me on a date in a day or so about when he could take the car up.

Lynn and I finally stopped the job search and went to the beach for a long walk. When we got back to the house, she said it was her turn to show me her culinary skills. She rummaged around in the refrigerator and in an hour managed to turn out a magnificent meal that could have fed six people instead of just the two of us. Yum! Good leftovers.

After we'd cleaned up dinner, we cuddled on the couch and watched a chick flick from my DVD collection. Lynn fell asleep in my arms halfway through the second movie; I just cradled her lovingly and enjoyed the warmth and safety she was placing in me to help her. After the movie, I woke her and pulled her to bed where I again held her as she slept. Remarkably we'd made it through twenty-four hours with no sex.

Tuesday

Tuesday morning after I came back from my private beach time we made love again, albeit carefully. Lynn was willing but our overzealous lovemaking on Sunday was still reminding her that she wasn't twenty any longer. Outlasting her pleased me.

After our showers, Lynn appeared dressed in a very stylish business casual outfit that made her look highly profession while appreciating her feminine assets. I kissed her gently and wished her luck as she went off to meet George Bunsen in mid-morning. She came back at noon all smiles and said she felt well grilled by his questions and thought she'd made a good impression. She said he'd called the office while she was there and set up interviews for her on Thursday at the company's headquarters.

The rest of the day went pretty much like the day before, including my generating a couple of leads from my phone calls. We ate leftovers and made love again as we slipped off to dreamland.

Wednesday

Wednesday morning, Don Urquart called back. He wanted to drive the car up north the following week, leaving on Thursday. We talked briefly and agreed that would be a good time for us too. We made arrangements to meet Wednesday afternoon the day before, and I got directions to his frat house.

Our meeting with the lawyer was an hour well spent. I had introduced Lynn and Wade Garborrow, my attorney, and said I'd wait in his waiting area but Lynn asked for me to stay. Wade told Lynn that Florida was one of the few states where someone could get a unilateral divorce -- the other party did not need to participate nor live in the state. There were some downsides that Lynn was not bothered by. One that did bother her was that she needed a public legal address in Florida. After some further discussion, she decided to use my address for now. We postponed the idea of a name change; Wade saw no problem with her using 'Lynn' as a nickname since it was a derivative of her christened name.

Getting a restraining order would require a court appearance. Wade walked her through a long form, paying particular details to specific incidents when she had been abused. I produced copies of the photos we'd take on the weekend from her last attack. Lynn also needed to get notarized letters from two of her friends that had witnessed the results of at least two previous cases where Doug had battered her. Wade said he'd call when he knew her court date.

Lynn's having to talk through her marriage resulted in a sad and morose lady by the time we were through. She was depressed and teary when we left Wade's office and got back in the car. After the car door closed, she burst into tears with self-recriminations about her bad choice of husbands and her mis-spent life. She really wouldn't let me comfort her, even batting my hand away as I tried to soothe her.

Ten minutes later I pulled up in front of a Dairy Queen. I didn't ask; I got us each a chocolate cone with sprinkles. When I got back to the car with my gift, she was sniffling and trying to stop her tears.

"Oh, Jim. You are so wonderful," she sobbed as she took the cone. 

"Of course," I responded with a cheery smile to offset her mood.

She lapped the cone, and slowly the tears went away and then the depression faded too. The rest of the day Lynn was clingy -- I didn't mind the least little bit. For an hour after we got home she just lay with her head in my lap with her eyes open; she was thinking or just awake on autopilot. I apparently gave her the mental space she needed by keeping quiet -- an unusual feat for me -- and just stroking her beautiful hair. We had some of the more melancholy music by Eva Cassidy and Chris Botti playing on the stereo.

Eventually, she rallied. We ate leftovers then went and walked around the St. Armand's Circle part of Sarasota, a place with very exclusive boutiques. I bought Lynn a necklace with a gold sand dollar. The public display of affection by Lynn after I put it around her neck attracted much attention from the tourists strolling the circle by the jewelry store. She got all teary again and that in turn got me teary. We both laughed at our 'happy tears'.

When we got home I had Lynn stand in the middle of my living room with her eyes closed and her feet in a comfortable stance. I moved around her body kissing and tonguing various parts of her body, starting with her lips and face, then working my way down her neck. I did her arms then on my hands and knees I kissed her ankles and calves. I rose and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her clothing, carefully and gently removing each piece and kissing the areas exposed as each piece exposed new skin areas. 

As I bared her flat stomach, I ran my hands and tongue across her belly. I could sense the muscles contract in a ticklish response. Lynn even snickered slightly almost but not quite breaking the mood we'd been building. 

At last, I undid the front clasp on her bra and pulled it down her arms. Lynn's magnificent breasts came into view, and I loved and fondled first one and then the other. In only a few minutes, Lynn's breath was short and she was panting in passion. I circled behind her and made love to the small of her back as well. She was swaying, still with her eyes closed.

I reached up to her lace thong and started to inch the flimsy piece of fabric down her hips a fraction of an inch at a time, using my tongue to follow up my manual efforts to make her naked. Lynn moaned even further at this antic; she reached down and stroked my head.

At last, I pulled the fabric away from her pussy and then down her legs. I could smell Lynn's musky scent and feel the wetness in her thong. I knew she was excited; the sopping wet thong was a telltale sign.

Lynn's magnificent body stood before me in all it naked glory: full, taut breasts with erect nipples and large areolas; flat stomach with well-toned abs above; shapely thighs and legs; delicate, feminine arms; and a slender neck and picturesque face surrounded by her pretty blond hair. I stood for a moment and sucked in her beauty knowing that at least tonight she was mine.

I gently steered her to the living room couch and helped her sit where she would afford me maximum access to her pussy. After she sat I stripped my clothes off and then nestled onto the floor in front of her legs. I gently pulled them aside and ran my tongue up each thigh, stopping just short of her manicured pussy. She moaned again so I repeated the process several times.

Slowly I circled into the main event, bringing my tongue and then my fingers ever closer to her mons and the pleasure I knew she was expecting. With my hands I often encircled her taut breasts, gently pinching or tweaking the nipples as I passed over them.

I sank my tongue into Lynn's wet vagina. Lynn climaxed immediately, reaching down with her hands and holding my head against her nether region and raising her legs to encase me in her moments of ecstasy.

As she relaxed and opened herself again, I slowly restarted my attention to her, rising occasionally to suck on one breast or the other. I brought my hands into play increasingly as well, not only fondling her breasts and smoothing her upper body in an erotic massage, but also thrusting several fingers into her cunt when it seemed appropriate.

"Ooooooh, dear God," she cried as a second orgasm raked her body. Again, she clasped my head to her body and locked her legs around my upper torso to hold me to her during her rapture. I felt so good that I could bring her pleasure by my efforts.

As she relaxed again, I took two fingers of my right hand and inserted them carefully into her vagina and sought out Lynn's G-spot. When I found the skin along the wall of her pussy with a slightly different texture, I gently massaged it to test her response. Lynn bucked and moaned mightily signaling to me that I had located the precise place I wanted to know about.

I then started to thrust my fingers in and out of her body as rapidly as I possibly could, not pounding as much as providing her exquisite friction across the spot I had just located. 

First, Lynn's response was a total relaxation and submission to the stimulation, but then I could feel her body start to tense. She straightened her legs over my shoulders, then I could feel her back start to arch, and then almost magically her entire body seemed to rise up off the sofa as I further accelerate both my pace and the friction across her G-spot.

Lynn's next orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She screamed, so loud I was glad we had the doors and windows shut in favor of the air conditioning. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oooooh. Don't stop. Oh fuck. Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh don't stop. Ooooooooohhhhh!" Lynn's tone was increasingly loud, and her cries increased to shouts of passion.

The sensitivity of my fingers allowed me to feel the interior muscles within Lynn's vagina go into spasm after spasm, clenching and milking my hand, drawing me deeper into her. As I felt the muscle contractions slow, I held my hand tight against her labial lips and pressed tightly against her clitoris.

Lynn's body was a mass of putty with a light sheen of sweat across it. Her whole body collapsed back against the couch; arms and legs limp. She blinked her eyes open and looked lovingly at me.

"Oh, how can I ever pay you back for THAT?" she asked rhetorically. "Where have you been all my life? I would have sold my soul to the devil to have had you available for the past twenty or so years of my life." She reached down and pulled me up beside her so we could kiss.

Lynn's initial kisses were exploratory again, and I wondered what was happening until she verified that she was enjoying the taste of herself on my lips, face and tongue. I gave her more access to the smell, even bringing to her lips the fingers I had just had in her vagina. We shared in licking them.

She moved to tongue my breasts for a moment and then dropped and inhaled me into her talented mouth. I hardened to a rod of steel in seconds. This time she was more aggressive in her efforts until she deep throated me several times, pressing her nose against my pubic bone to show me she could not get me deeper. I wanted to be inside her pussy when I came and told her so in a whisper.

With that she rose up over me and straddled me, holding a breast to my mouth as she started to sink onto my cock. I held her off after she'd sunk only an inch or so down my rod. I lifted her lithe body up slightly and allowed her to sink down again; this time advancing only slightly farther than before. We repeated the process for quite a few minutes after she got the idea -- each penetration stroke could only be a fraction of an inch deeper into her body than the one before. We played at this until she had me deep within, the end of my cock pressed against her cervix.

Then, we started to oscillate, to pump, to thrust into one another, slowly at first and then with increasing rapidity and urgency. Just when it seemed one or the other of us would explode, we backed down from the encounter and slowed our exertions. When we reached a seeming stasis point, we started to increase our pace again. We did this for several cycles as I fondled, licked, sucked, and bit on Lynn's well-sized tits and showered her face with kisses.

Lynn had several small orgasms. My cock was sensitive enough that I could occasionally feel her vaginal muscles spasm around it as we reached a lesser peak than the one we were aiming for.

Eventually; however, we'd had enough of our foreplay. Our thrusting and pounding into each other took on a new urgency and one we both knew instantly was not to end until our screams of ecstasy filled the night. Finally, we jammed our pelvic regions into each other in one last paroxysm of glory as we both exploded into each other. 

I felt a jet of Lynn's juices wash over my loins as I injected shot after shot from deep within me deep into her body. With each jet my body arched and jerked, and a new wave of pleasure shot through me. The intensity of the pleasure I felt was mind blowing.

Our sweat-laden bodies collapsed against each other, and I cradled Lynn in my arms, cooing words of affection into her ear. We both kissed each other with wild abandon and with words of thanks. 

After a few minutes of our after-play, I cleaned up some of our fluids with my shirt and then allowed Lynn to use it as we both rose and headed to the bathroom. We took a short but hot shower together to hose off most of our odors and fluids, dried one another, and then dove into bed to cuddle naked together and to sleep.

Thursday

Thursday morning I reflected on the past six days during my meditation at the beach. I'd gone from being a mostly bitter old man to feeling rejuvenated by the breath of fresh air that had entered my life the previous Friday afternoon -- Lynn. Just to think of her brought a smile to my face. I had to admit I was in love with the young woman, and I thought the feeling was mutual. We hated to be apart and when we were together we usually couldn't keep our hands off each other.

The Inner Voice I was listening to in my meditation again let me discover the messages of the day: Help someone other than yourself and love unconditionally. I also understood that I should offer comfort to those close to me. These 'understandings' formed the basis for the start of my day with Lynn when I got home.

"I am so nervous I'm almost shaking. I haven't had a job interview in over a decade, and even then it was sort of wired for me." Lynn was pacing the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee and worried about her late morning appointment at Emptive Aerospace.

My admonitions about her "doing fine" fell on deaf ears. I knew she was prepared, we'd talked through all the standard interview questions and her whole career at least a couple of times now. I doubted there were any questions she'd get asked that we hadn't talked about.

I held my arms out to her and she put down her coffee, came and let me hug her. I had her put her head on my shoulder, and I stroked and smoothed her. She was sharply dressed again and looked like someone I'd be proud to be seen with anywhere in the world. I told her this.

"You know, if you don't get this job I'll give you a job right here. I really need someone to hug all the time and you've done amazingly well during your short probationary period," I jested to her then pulled back and kissed her forehead.

"I just might need this job," she said weakly as she hugged me back.

"There's both the part time and the full time version too. Plus, we have fringe benefits," I offered.

"Yummmmm. Fringe benefits like how you made love to me last night," she smiled up at me as she hugged and ground her hips into mine. "You spoil a girl, you know."

I smiled back then checked the clock. "You should probably go. Be a little early; it shows your eager."

Lynn checked herself again in the hall mirror, picked up her pocketbook, and gave me a weak wave and headed out to her car. I blew her a kiss. The clock read ten a.m.

I thought I'd hear from her by lunch but all was quiet. I figured that was good sign. By three o'clock, I was as nervous as she'd been just before she left in the morning. I kept sending positive messages to her. At four I set a lawn chair up in the front yard so I could see the car pull up when she returned. I also held the portable phone in my lap.




The Extended Family Ch. 02



Lynn's old brown Chevrolet pulled into the driveway at five-thirty. She had a smile on her face that stretched from one side of the neighborhood to the other. I took that as a good sign.

She ran and threw herself into my arms. My neighbors next door and across the street both gawked at the display of affection and her scream of delight. I hoped they were glad to see I was moving on.

"I've had the most marvelous day," Lynn effused into my arms as I hugged her. "They're going to give me a job. Not just ANY job, but THE job I've always dreamed of. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you for helping me and building my confidence. You were with me the entire day; I thought of you every second I was there."

She kissed me hard before I could ask a single question. I swung her around and waltzed her inside the house. "OK, I'm on pins and needles, tell me all about it," I injected.

I produced a new bottle of expensive wine, and we went out on the pool patio, Lynn shedding her shoes as we walked outside again. 

"Well, the girl in HR that I met first was sooooooo nice, Karen Price, and she told me a lot about the company and about whom I would interview. Initially, it was just supposed to be two guys and that would happen by lunch and then I was to be done. But they LIKED ME," she shouted with glee, "and so they asked me to lunch and then to meet more people, and then even more people, and then the PRESIDENT! Oh, my God, I was sooooo nervous but he liked me tooooo." Lynn was soaring around the patio in a little dance of happiness.

"At the start, they asked me all the standard questions we'd rehearsed. I was very open about why I was here, getting away from Doug and all; they were sympathetic and didn't pry beyond what I told them. Then, we got to talking about how I'd handle some of their internal operations, then we were problem solving and I came up with a couple of good ideas I guess and one thing led to another."

Lynn went on excitedly, "By the end of the day we were all friends and colleagues. Even the President is a nice person and very cordial; he made me feel right at home. They said they'd be back to me in a day or so about the job and offer or whatever. I'm sure they will make me a job offer; I feel as though I've almost started working there anyway."

"When I got back to HR at the end of the day, Karen -- the girl I'd first met, told me she'd talked to my references back in Ohio and they'd all told her I walked on water. She really liked me. I can see she'll be a best friend -- she's that kind of person."

Lynn raved about the company and its benefits, their offices, the people's personalities, and even the cafeteria. I couldn't believe anything was THAT good, but it was important that she did. It was great to see her self-esteem and confidence brimming over after such downturns here and there since she decided to flee Doug and Ohio.

We celebrated at home with a comfortable dinner we both helped prepare and then a walk around the neighborhood. We met several of my neighbors, and I was pleased to introduce Lynn to them. We had a wonderful and sensual evening after we headed for bed.

Friday

The phone rang about ten o'clock. A perky female voice identified herself as Karen Price from Emptive Aerospace and asked for Lynn. I held the phone up and gestured to her wildly with a big grin on my face.

I could tell the call was good news because Lynn started jumping up and down as she held the conversation. She kept saying "Yes," over and over again. After a while her vocabulary expanded to "Wow," "That's Wonderful," and "That'd be fine." After a few minutes she wound down the call with "I'll come in Monday and we'll get things started. I have to take one afternoon off midweek," "OK," and then "Great, see you then." She hung up the phone.

Lynn ran across the room and threw herself into my arms. "I'm the new manager of Sarasota operations! They will pay me $82,500 and give me a large bonus at year-end if all goes well and there are all these other benefits like a car, and ... and ... and ... Oh, I love you." She pulled my head to her and kissed me for all she was worth. My heart skipped a beat, and I returned her happiness. It was the first time she'd used those three words with me.

We hugged as I made enthusiastic congratulatory remarks to her. Next I knew Lynn was pulling me back into the master bedroom. We made happy and vocal love to each other. I often commented that I wasn't sure I should be fucking a manager of operations that made so much money and had such an important job. She assured me that this was my primary function in life and that I was doing a very good job at it too.

After our climaxes, Lynn pulled me into the shower, and then took me downtown to a place she'd seen and wanted to try for lunch. After lunch, she drove me by the Emptive Aerospace offices so I could see where she would be working. She was bubbly the entire afternoon, and it rubbed off on me too. I felt the best that I had in years.

The Following Week

Lynn started to work at Emptive on Monday though she spent only part of the day at their offices doing all the things human resources had to have done. In the late afternoon, I drove her around on some errands such as getting her a bank account.

I encouraged her to call Mel, her daughter that evening and share her good news. She did, bringing Mel up to speed on getting a divorce and the restraining order against Doug as well. Mel told her that Doug was looking for her and had called daily to see whether she'd heard from her mother. She said he knew she'd gone to Florida somewhere. They were scheming a bit, and I left Lynn to have a private call with her daughter at that point, heading out to the pool for a dip.

"Mel's going to come down for a long weekend in February," Lynn announced when she came out to join me in the pool wearing a black bikini. I almost missed the comment as I gazed over all the skin that was suddenly visible. Lynn snapped her fingers at me to get my attention; "Hello? Earth to Jim. Earth to Jim."

"Good," I said finally paying attention again, "I'm glad you invited her. I'm glad you feel comfortable having your family and friends here. We haven't talked about it," I said reaching out to her, "but I hope you'll stay here and not think about needing another place to live." We both grinned at each other, and then she threw herself into my arms and let me shower her with kisses.

We talked about Mel's trip and how to arrange her flights and such as we swam around the pool. After dinner, I called my friend Martin Williams and thanked him for putting me in touch with Marilyn -- Lynn. I explained that she was living with me for now, and we'd "struck up a nice friendship." I know Martin read between the lines. 

I also called George Bunsen and thanked him for seeing Lynn and then introducing her to Emptive Aerospace. I told him it appeared to be a good match, and everyone had started their honeymoon this morning when Lynn started working there. He laughed and thanked me for introducing such great talent into a company he loved. Lynn was sitting listening to my calls with a smile on her face.

Wednesday afternoon I met Lynn about two o'clock in front of Emptive Aerospace. She followed me out to the Interstate in Doug's car, and then we drove about three hours north of Sarasota to Gainesville. Don Urquart's directions were accurate, and we found his fraternity house and Don in a few minutes off the Interstate.

With Lynn's help, I had prepared maps and details on where and how to leave the car so that he wouldn't have to see Lynn's husband or have to do any embarrassing explaining about why he had Doug's car. I suggested he drop the car off in the middle of the night or middle of a weekday and leave the keys on the visor. We tossed Lynn's phone into the car to get rid of the last tie to her old life that we were aware of. I counted out $300 for Don and then gave him a check for another $300 to cover his airfare back to Florida from Ohio. He was a happy camper.

Don called the next day. He'd driven all-night and part of the next day and dropped the car off about four o'clock as soon as he'd gotten to Hamilton. His girlfriend had picked him up. He said no one was home, and he'd had no problem with the car. I let Lynn know when she got home from work. She gave a definitive nod with pursed lips, apparently indicating that a part of her life had finally ended.

Lynn and I fell into a routine as she got back to work. I was still going to the beach first thing in the morning for my meditating and thinking time. I'd wake her up when I returned and help launch her into the new day feeling loved and in a confident frame of mind.





The Extended Family Ch. 03



Chapter 3 -- A New Woman In My Life As We Plan For a Confrontation

I sat for minute coping with shock of what I'd just seen and all that happened over the past three weeks or so. 

Lynn Seaburn, a beautiful blond, had found me out of all the people in the Universe to help her relocate to Florida. I'd helped her get a new job, and she was living with me as both friend and lover.

Lynn had fled her alcoholic and abusive husband in Ohio to new start in life. We were working with a good lawyer on many issues surrounding her husband -- a restraining order and a divorce. We'd paid a young man to drive her car (that he husband owned) back to Ohio and drop it off in front of her husband's house about two weeks prior.

My shock came when I'd happened to look out the window of my home and watched Lynn's old, brown Chevrolet drive slowly past the house. I had every reason to believe it was her exhusband at the wheel. Somehow he'd found her -- us.

I called Lynn at work immediately. "Hon, we've got a sudden problem starting about a minute ago," I started. 

"What's going on?" she asked.

"You're old Chevy just cruised by the house with a man about your age driving. Brown hair, red baseball cap. Ohio plates. It surely looked like your car."

"Oh shit," she gasped. "How'd he find us?"

"Was bound to happen sooner or later. How do you want to play it? Do you want to hide or what? He might be waiting for you at work when you get out or hanging around here somewhere waiting for you to drive into the garage."

"I'll let you know in a few minutes," she said and clicked off.

Fifteen minutes later the phone rang. I checked Caller ID before I answered Lynn's call. "OK, here's the short-term plan," she said in an excited voice. "Karen Price and I are going to swap places for the evening. I'm going to her apartment in her car in about two minutes, and she'll drive home to you in my car in about an hour when work ends. I'll call you soon. If you see him again, call my cell. And we need some ideas about what to do next." She sounded worried.

"I love you," I told her just before we hung up.

One of my neighbors was a retired cop from Chicago. I think he'd been on the bomb squad and somehow managed to retire in one piece. I called Len; he was home. I asked whether I could walk over and see him. He said to come on at my pleasure. I locked up the house tight and strolled down the street to his house as though I didn't have a care in the world. I didn't see the brown Chevy.

I told Len I needed his professional advice as an ex-cop then started at the beginning and told Len all about Lynn, her abusive husband, her getting the restraining order, our continuing to live together as she worked on a unilateral divorce, the likelihood that I'd just seen her car drive by -- probably driven by her husband, and the swap of females we were about to execute. Len listened attentively to the whole story.

Len got up from his chair, walked across his kitchen where we were sitting, and got us both a beer. He came back, passed me a beer and sat down. I could almost see the smoke rising from his intense thinking.

Len began, "First, we'll assume the worst. He's here in Sarasota, he knows all about you, he's mad as hell, and he's going to do something to Lynn -- like kidnap her back to Ohio or beat her up in some bout of vengeance. It might be a lot better than this, but let's work with our worst case scenario," he reminded me.

"Next, he's probably figured out she's living with you. He may not be certain of the relationship but let's assume he's figured that out too. Then, he'll be mad as a hell at you too -- after all you stole his love from him. So you might find you're threatened or due for some bodily harm too."

He went on, "The idea of a swap is a stop-gap measure and a good idea while we figure out what to do. Sooner or later he'll figure out where she works, if he doesn't already know. He might have been following her for days waiting for an opportunity to do whatever he's inclined to do. Meanwhile, why don't you publicly meet this Karen in front of your house as though she's the light in your life? Keep her outside a bit so the two of you are visible together; that'll confuse him and slow things down -- we hope. " Now let me make a couple of calls and see what other ideas I can come up with. Now go home, play outside, welcome Karen home, and expect me to drop by in an hour or more with some more ideas.

I strolled back home sipping on my beer and feeling as though I had a target slightly larger than Greenland painted on my back. I opened the garage door and pulled our bicycles out and started to service them in the driveway. I got out the hose and washed them down. I also watered most of the front garden.

About five-thirty, Lynn's car came slowly down the street and pulled into the driveway. I waved enthusiastically and pulled the bikes to the side so Karen could pull into the garage. I walked in and quickly said to her, "Come and greet me in a big way. We've got other help on the way. Play your role as my significant other." 

I went back to the bikes as Karen pulled her briefcase and a pile of papers from the backseat. She appeared in front of the big garage door with a questioning look on her face. I walked up and embraced her, kissing her firmly on the lips not once but several times. After her initial surprise, she kissed back with more than a passing degree of enthusiasm for the act.

We stood in our embrace, and I looked at this beautiful woman for the first time. She was appraising me too. By her smile, I figured I'd passed muster.

Karen was an attractive slim woman with long, dark hair to the middle of her back that was full of waves and curls; she was in her mid-to-late thirties. She was wearing tight slacks that clung to her shapely ass in a way that was making me salivate. She also wore a very Florida blouse that was stretched across a lovely chest, and a pair of spike heels -- my greatest weakness. She looked very professional. Did I mention the tight slacks?

I whispered to her as we hugged, "Go into the house and change into casual clothes. Some of Lynn's wardrobe is in the guest room off the kitchen and family room. Wear anything you can find and feel like. There's some wine in the refrigerator; bring me a glass after you get one for yourself. We're supposed to stand out here and be visible for a while as the 'couple-in-residence'."

Karen nodded and disappeared into the house to continue our guise. I hoped that Doug or whoever I'd seen in the car was watching from some hidden quadrant I couldn't detect. I went back to tinkering with the bicycles, now inflating the tires as though we were preparing to take a ride soon.

About ten minutes later, Karen appeared in one of my t-shirts and a pair of Lynn's short shorts. She was barefoot and had long, sexy legs that I now saw for the first time. My tongue was getting hard just fantasizing over what she might be like in bed, but I had enough sense to jar myself back to the tense reality we were facing. She looked as if she belonged here and were a fixture in the neighborhood.

She walked up and kissed me again. I could get used to this. She put the wine in my hand and winked at me. "Did you get the mail honey?" she asked in a loud voice. 

"No," I stammered as I took in the loveliness of this dark haired creature. She could tell I was impressed with her demeanor. I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

Karen walked out to the mailbox by the street as though she'd done it a thousand times, opened the door, and pulled a stack of mail out of the box. She strolled up the driveway, playing her role to the limit as she sorted through the pile, obviously sorting out "her" mail from other pieces.

About that time Len Raush and his wife Peggy came strolling down the street each carrying a beer. We waved to each other. I quickly whispered to Karen that she was supposed to know these folks so she waved too. In another minute, after hugs all around, the four of us were standing in front of my house talking as though we were old friends.

Len talked in a low voice. "The brown Chevy you described is parked two blocks over and no one is in it. So assume we're being watched and that we've confounded his small mind with the switch you guys made;" he nodded to Karen. "Hey, everyone laugh. We're supposed to be telling funny stories." We all burst out laughing at his urging although I wasn't sure we did a convincing act.

He went on, "I want to talk to some friends on the Sarasota Police without tipping our hands just yet. Can you keep this charade up overnight?"

I nodded and so did Karen. I interjected, "We can call Lynn and tell her what's happening."

"Good," said Len. "Now laugh," and we all dutifully laughed at his remark again.

"I'll call you later," Len said. "It might not be until tomorrow morning. Since it's Friday, I suggest the two of you stay around here and be visible as a couple as much as possible."

I patted Len and Peggy on the back. The women hugged again like old friends would do, and the two of them continued on their walk around the block, beers in hand. Karen came and stood close by me, stroking the back of my hand with hers. I gave her a big smile.

"We've got to eat," she said. "Do you want to do a patio thing or a downtown thing?"

I thought for a moment. "Let's walk down to the Circle and I'll show you one of my favorite haunts. I've been wanting to meet you for weeks. Lynn and you seem to have a great friendship, and now's my time to see what she's so enthusiastic about." Lynn beamed in the compliment.

"What do I wear?" she asked.

"Just change the top for now. A little dressier but not as much as what you wore at work. The place we're going to is pretty casual. Do you have runners? Can you wear Lynn's?"

Karen shrugged and went into the house. I folded up the remnants of my driveway project with the bicycles and went in the house.

Karen appeared from the guest room shaking her head. She had a beautiful top of Lynn's on but was still barefoot. "I can't find casual shoes that fit. Lynn's got smaller feet than I do. I'll look silly if I wear the heels I had on."

"Oh, come with me," I said, and led her into the master bedroom and then the dressing room. "I still have some of my wife's old things." I aimed her at a couple of shoe lockers. "See whether you can find anything in there."

A minute later Karen came into the living room with some of Nancy's faux jewel-encrusted sandals on her feet. My heart twanged to see the long-familiar shoes on someone else. She looked at me. "Are these OK to wear?"

"I can't think of anyone who'd look more beautiful in them," I said quietly.

I grabbed my wallet and a wrap for Karen, my cell phone and off we went at a modest walk to the restaurant area near my home. We walked holding hands, an affectionate gesture that didn't seem wasted on either one of us. 

After we were a couple of blocks away I called Lynn's new cell phone.

"Hi, Love. Karen and I are walking out to the Lido Grille. According to Len, we're supposed to be visible as a couple, at least for today. How're you doing'?"

"I love you and I'm doing fine. You listen to me; you show Karen EVERY courtesy of the house -- positively EVERYONE you've extended to me. She's a great girl that I love, and I'm sorry it's taken this long for you two to meet. Normally, she has a busy social schedule. Now let me talk to her."

I passed the phone to Karen as we walked along. I was left wondering what Lynn's comments about 'extending every courtesy' meant. Could she have meant ... nah! I was reading too much into her choice of words and emphasis.

Karen's end of the conversation was mostly monosyllabic tones uttered only occasionally into the phone. At one point she launched into ensuring that Lynn knew she was to have the run of her place without reservation. "No secrets," she said. "We'll call you back if we have questions," "OK," and "Goodbye Love."

Karen handed the phone back to me, stopped and pulled me into her and kissed me again with her arms around my neck. "We're going to have fun tonight," she said. 

After the stir in my pants subsided I was now left wondering how to interpret two sets of comments, one from Lynn and one from Karen. Both seemed to be aimed in the same direction -- my bedroom.

We sat close at the restaurant looking out at the sidewalk as throngs of people milled around the exclusive shopping and restaurant area. I kept looking for someone who looked like the Doug I thought I'd seen in the car only a few hours earlier, but I stopped looking after seeing ten people I thought it could be. Everyone had on a red baseball cap.

Karen wrapped herself around me in a comfortable public display of affection. We kissed and nuzzled frequently. I was getting used to this. Karen pulled my life history out of me in whispered tones. She was a good interviewer; I could sense her human resource skills coming to play as we talked. I gave up a lot of information but felt good about sharing it with her.

Eventually, I turned the table on her. I learned she was single, thirty-five, available but not dating anyone seriously (too many married men around), from Connecticut, schooled at Principia and had been a free spirit and free thinker on the Sarasota scene for ten years. She'd come to Sarasota to be near an uncle that had died a few years ago.

We lingered over our meals and wine as we ate, fully engaged in each other's company, and in the spirit of intrigue the evening was providing us. We kept in body contact of some kind for the whole meal much the way Lynn and I had when we'd first met. When we were through I led her over to Ben and Jerry's and as we strolled home we both had an ice cream. 

As we walked over one of the causeways, Lynn's old brown Chevrolet passed us in the heavy traffic. It was closer now; there was no doubt that was the car. Unfortunately, I couldn't see the driver. I didn't really react until it was long past. I told Karen of the event, and she paled. 

I called Lynn after I saw the car go over the larger bridge into the City. "Guess who just drove past me again?" I said as she answered the phone.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I couldn't see the driver, but there's no doubt that it's your car. It sure is getting a lot of Ohio to Sarasota mileage on it this year!" 

"Yea!" she said, "Just what I needed - a pain in the ass that keeps following me from five states away. Did you hear any more from Len?"

"No, we're not home yet -- ten minutes. I'll call if he's left any messages or news."

"OK. Love you," she said, "Now go and TAKE CARE OF KAREN ... in your special ways, and I REALLY mean that." The phone went dead before I could say another word. Hummm, I thought.

Both Karen and I had nursed our ice creams. We sat close to one another on the front steps finishing our dishes. She took the refuse and disappeared inside. A minute later she returned, sat with me for a bit and then stood and pulled me up and inside the house. Our show for the outside world was over.

As we walked into the dimly lit living room, Karen stopped me in mid stride. She said, "I want you to stand here and shut your eyes. You have to promise me you won't open your eyes without permission. OK?" I agreed. For a flash of a second, I thought that this was exactly the spot where I seduced Lynn periodically.

Then, I felt it, a feminine tongue sliding up my neck to my left ear. "Oh, wow!" I vocalized. "I'm not sure we should be doing this. I mean Lynn ..."

"Shusssss!" Karen whispered, "Didn't Lynn tell you to afford me with EVERY specialty of the house? Didn't she tell you to TAKE CARE of me?"

"Well, yes, but I'm not sure that this is what she meant," I offered as a weak defense to her sensuous ministrations.

"Well, I'm sure that this is EXACTLY what she meant," Karen said. She moved in front of me, and her tongue pushed my lips apart and we started our first French kiss together.

At the end of the soul-searing kiss we shared, I pulled her away and broke my promise not to open my eyes. "Did the two of you plan this?" I asked.

"NO," Karen protested. "But we are taking advantage of the situation. I'm nervous about her exhusband and what he might do; I'm worried about Lynn; but I'm glad we got to switch with you for tonight. I've heard ALL about you from her. You're unique, and I want to get to know you better. No strings -- just pleasure." She smiled and then leaned in a kissed me. Now, I had no doubt about what Lynn meant over the phone.

I said, "Wait here. Don't move." I slipped into the kitchen and downed a Cialis tablet. I returned to where I'd been standing. Karen hadn't moved. I leaned in and delivered my own steamy kiss to her lips and then ran my tongue down her neck to the top of her exposed cleavage. She sighed and returned the favor, reminding me that I was to keep my eyes shut.

Karen was more assertive than Lynn. In only a few minutes, she had dropped my pants and had my cock in her mouth. I allowed her attentions to pleasure me then said that I really wanted equal time with her and that we had way too many clothes on. She agreed, and I led her into the master bedroom.

We took turns stripping each other. As I finished my duties, I marveled that here I was in my mid-fifties and about to have sex with a second beautiful woman in one day. How lucky is that! Hurry Cialis, do your stuff.

Things got wet and wonderful after that point. We got into a sixty-nine position for a long time as I savored Karen's wonderful juices and manicured playground and she played with me. 

Karen finally switched around and pulled me over her. "It's time. NOW. Please," she begged as she opened her body to me.

Oh, God, what a beautiful body, I thought. Karen said quietly, "Thank you." I guess I'd had that thought out loud.

I was no longer in a playing mood -- I was mission oriented. My mission was to provide the two of us mind-blowing orgasms in a short time. We started pumping into each other with special rotations, grinding of hips, sucking of breasts and nipples, and touching of each other's genitals as we exposed them to each other during our thrusts.

I massaged Karen to a small climax with my thumb on her clitoris. I held off and enjoyed the motion of her breasts, hips, and legs as she came. We picked up again. She whispered, "Next time, we do it together. OK?" I nodded.

The minutes of us moving together sped by. I was enraptured by those moments of heaven. Then, I felt the signals that told me it was time. I whispered to Karen, "I'm pretty close. How're you doing'?"

"I'll be there when you are," she gasped back as a bead of perspiration rolled down her cheek.

"Then let's get serious about this," I said and picked up the pace and intensity of our fucking.

"Oh, dear God," Karen said with effort as she got into the same pace with me. "This is ... magnificent. You ... are magnificent." Little shrieks of "Oh" started to erupt from her throat as we thrust into each other. The got closer together as our thrusts sped up.

We pounded into each other, and then I felt my body go on automatic. I couldn't stop if I'd wanted to. The jets of cum started coursing through the complex plumbing system inside me, creating heavenly sensations as they rushed to my rod. 

Then, I felt similar sensations to what Lynn did when she came. Karen's vaginal muscles started to clench my cock and milk it to accelerate the arrival of my sperm deep into her body. As the first jet of fluid washed over the interior walls of her tunnel, our backs arched and we made our final thrusts into one another. I delivered four or five stronger pulsing jets of fluid into her body before I sank down and again smothered her with kisses and oral attention to the upper part of her body and her face. 




The Extended Family Ch. 03



We rolled to our sides. I made sure I remained in her warm tunnel. We fondled, kissed, touched, and enjoyed each other's bodies for quite a while. I was even able to bring Karen off again while I was inside her just by stimulating her clit with my fingertips.

Eventually, I suggested a swim -- provided we didn't turn on the lights. I slipped out of Karen and got her some tissues. We pranced through the house, my cock swinging in the breeze and Karen's beautiful tits swaying together in the dim light -- a very erotic sight.

We slid into the pool and floated around, looking up at the stars and the sliver of a moon down near the western horizon. Eventually, Karen swam into my arms and reached down and caught my floating Willie. She massaged and manipulated me just enough to rekindle the same excitement I'd had a short time before. Was this a historic moment for old me?

A few minutes later, Karen was cushioned on her towel beside the shallow end of the pool. I was standing in the shallow water with my cock again nestled deep in her moist slit, pistoning in and out of her body in the cool night air. Karen had one leg over my shoulder for a while and the other spread wide to the side affording me maximum access and visual stimuli in the dim light. 

Even in the weak light I could watch my cock as it slid in and out of her warm pulpit, now slick with the combined juices of our fuck an hour earlier. We had our hands all over each other's bodies. I focused on Karen's dazzling breasts; I could watch them swinging in response to my thrusting motions when I wasn't rubbing them and pinching her nipples to an even greater erection than the night air had elicited.

Our climaxes were not simultaneous. I came, a remarkable fact given my age and the short time since our previous lovemaking. As I made my final thrusts into Karen, she pulled me into her, urging me to deposit every drop of my cum deep in her. Only then did I feel Karen's spasms around my cock. Her legs shifted and locked around my back and she tried to pull me deep into her body again. 

She rose, and I bent, and we passionately kissed. I pulled her naked and dripping body over to an outdoor chaise, and we nestled together, legs intertwined and our bodies pressed together.

"I hope I haven't found you and lost Lynn in all this. I seem to find I am strongly attracted to both of you. I've just recently felt my relationship with Lynn was headed into the 'love' stage; I don't toss that word around lightly." I paused for a moment, "Have I fucked up here?"

"No, no, no," Karen reassured me. "Lynn wanted just this to happen some time - soon, well maybe not quite this way, but she and I had talked about ... well," she paused, "we talked about how she could bring me into the beautiful relationship the two of you have built. She wanted us to share each other in a threesome, more than occasionally I might add."

I digested those revelations as I hugged Karen and stroked her warm body. Finally, I asked, "Are you a lesbian? Is Lynn?"

"No, I don't think so. I confess to you only that I had a couple of intimate sessions with my college roommate in my senior year, but that was long ago and did not set any trend. It did help our horniness on those nights. Lynn is the first woman I've even considered being in the same bed with since then and only because of the way she described you and the relationship and passion the two of you share. I guess under the right circumstances I might be bisexual." She squeezed me in a hug at that point.

"Why couldn't this have happened when I was forty?" I jested and smoothed one of Karen's breasts in a polishing motion.

"Hey, you have an age thing," Karen said in a protesting voice. "You've mentioned what you think is your age and a lack of capability several times tonight and you're worried about frequency and staying power and macho stuff. Don't you understand women at all? That stuff's all fine, but it's all the other stuff that's important. It's the foreplay, the thoughtfulness, the little treats you do, the look or pat or kiss. It's knowing that your guy supports you a thousand percent, just like you've done with Lynn from the first moment you guys talked when she was driving down here. This is what girls talk about!"

I responded, "Yea, but I forgot all that stuff. Guys are led around by their dicks anyway."

She went on, "As for the age thing, I've dated guys who don't even come close to having the mental sharpness or endurance that you have. Maybe it's a testament to the 'couch potato' generation, but you're right in there with the best I've dated, believe me -- in fact, I'm beginning to believe you ARE the best I've ever dated, if we can call this a date?" She squeezed my flaccid prick just to drive the point home. 

I laughed. "OK. OK. But, if I get the two of you in my bed -- soon I hope -- I'm going to have a hard time delivering."

"Listen to me," Karen said as she poked my ribs, "you'll be wonderful because you'll be caring about the two of us. You'll give us dozens of orgasms for each of your own. I know you'd like to match us orgasm for orgasm, but guys were never built that way in the first place. Biology works against you on that count, not age. Besides, I'm pretty sure that Lynn and I can keep each other busy for a while; aren't guys supposed to get off on watching two women together?"

"Yes," I paused, "and you've made me harden again just thinking about the possibility." I waggled my deflated cock across her leg. "Just to change the subject slightly, did I deliver as promised? Lynn said I should 'extend every courtesy of the house' and 'take care of you in my special ways.' Was the evening's agenda as you wished m'lady?"

"Oh, you dear man." She kissed me. "Yes, yes, yes. Thank you for sharing yourself with me. And trust me, you aren't in trouble with Lynn." She paused. "Now come inside with me to bed, I'm getting chilled out here, and I think tomorrow's going to be a busy day."

As we walked in, I told her about my going down to the beach to think and meditate. She nodded.

We cleaned up a little and snuggled next to each other in my large bed. 

"Can I come with you tomorrow morning when you do your meditation? I promise I won't bother you. I like the idea of sitting quietly and watching the sun come up -- even if I'm not next to you or holding you."

"Yes, certainly. See how you feel at half-past-five." On that note we faded into dreamland.



The Extended Family Ch. 04



Chapter 4 --Confrontation and How Our Threesome Starts

My automatic clock went off right on cue. I awoke to find a beautiful warm body next to me with her tousled locks of black hair splayed out around her pretty face. This was Karen, the best friend of my much younger girlfriend Lynn.

I reveled in the thought of how Karen happened to be in my bed and even how I happened to have a relationship with Lynn. Lynn was fleeing her abusive alcoholic husband in Ohio and ended on my doorstep in Sarasota because via a friend I'd offered to help her find a job, a place to live, and so on, in a new city. She'd gotten a job at the same place Karen worked and the two of them were best friends. Then, only yesterday, her ex-husband had apparently driven by the house looking for her. We all went on alert and one response was that Karen and Lynn traded places -- Lynn going to Karen's apartment and Karen coming home to me. Based on some wishes and fantasies of the two of them, Karen promptly ended up in my bed and we made love. Now I apparently had two loves in my life.

I nudged Karen and she rose in the dark, the nightlight from the bath bathing her naked body in an eerie light that accentuated all her angles and curves. She was as exciting to stare at as Lynn was.

I found one of Lynn's running suits and Karen put it on over her lithe body without anything underneath. It was already getting hard to concentrate and we hadn't even reached the beach yet.

At the beach, the sky was turning a dark blue rather than black when I settled into my meditation position and tried to clear my head. Karen sat about fifty feet away from me on the empty beach. She had slipped right into a lotus position; now the ability to do THAT is an age thing!

I let my thoughts initially scroll through the situation we were facing with Lynn and her ex-husband. After I had explored what I knew about the 'facts' of the situation, I mentally turned the matter over the Universe. My mind went blank yet I knew I was alert to the sounds of the surf and the occasional squawk of a gull or sandpiper.

I wasn't sure I heard the messages correctly for they were the same as the ones I heard before: "Talk to your friends. Go and help someone else. Give love unconditionally." 

I reopened my eyes to find Karen had moved right next to me without my even being aware of it. She was looking lovingly at me. "You asked for help and got an answer didn't you?" she inquired.

"Yes." I told her my three messages and that they were not new. 

"If that's what the Universe says then that's how we'll act." Karen rose and gave me a hand up. We walked down to the end of the beach through the incoming tide before we returned to the car and drove home.

Karen made a display of herself picking some dead buds off some of the flower by the front door before she came into the house through the garage. We closed up the garage and went inside. 

"Well, this is a bed and breakfast. Which would you like?" I joked.

"Oh, tough choices, tough choices. I vote for 'bed'."

We padded off to the bedroom, unveiling our bodies again. By the time we hit the bed we were both nude and eager for each other's kisses. I made tender love with my mouth and fingers to Karen's pussy and surrounding area. With her help I found her G-spot and added that to the repertoire of tricks I could use to excite her. I brought her to four orgasms over a fifteen-minute period before she pulled me up to be next to her. I nestled in between her generous breasts on the way up, licking and sucking with avid attention to her mammalaries. 

Karen pushed me off of her and then bent over me, sucking my partially inflated cock into her mouth. In seconds she had me rock hard and buried fully in her mouth. She started to bring me off and I gestured that I preferred her pussy. Karen rose up over me and buried my cock in her pussy in one smooth move.

"Do you like looking at my body fucking your big cock?" she asked. "I love the feel of your cock in my cunt. I think it's the biggest dick I've ever had. Ooooooh, you give such pleasure. You're right on my clit. Oh God, you're stroking my G-spot with your cock. Oooooh. Oh I can feel an orgasm sitting waiting to happen."

She went on talking dirty and it inspired me to thrust harder into her body, almost throwing her into the air on some upward thrusts. "Imagine Lynn and me fucking you now. Can you imagine two warm vaginas ready for you to fuck -- ready for you to jet your cum into. Oh, we'd love it. Oh God, you're bringing me to another orgasm. Ooooooooooh," and Karen's body arched in a fifth orgasm. I was still able to hold off.

"Oh you nasty man," she admonished, "you held off. I want your spunk deep in my cunt right now. Deliver. Deliver to me. I want your cum -- I'll take it anyway you want to give it to me. In my cunt. In my mouth. In my ass. Have you ever fucked anyone in the ass?"

I shook my head in the negative.

"Maybe Lynn and I will give you our virgin asses sometime soon. I hear its quite exciting for a guy to cum in someone's ass. The feeling is different, tighter, and more virginal. Do you want our virgin asses?"

I shook my head in the positive and thrust mightily into her body.

"Oh, God you feel so good stroking back and forth in me. I love your cock. I can see why Lynn loves your cock. I could be sucking on Lynn's pussy while you pound in me. Or you could be fucking Lynn and she could lean over an put her tongue in my pussy and bring me off just the way you were doing a minute ago. Or I could sit on your face while Lynn rides y ou hard rod."

"Oh God, I'm going to cum again," Karen groaned in her pleasure. This time I couldn't resist and as soon as I felt her pussy muscles contract I exploded into her body with jet after jet of man juice."

Like Lynn, Karen also ejaculated as I did, flooding my groin area with a small shot of liquid girl cum. "Oh God, I can't believe you made me cum like that. Oh I am going to do so many nice things for Lynn for sharing you with me. You are fantastic." Karen fell on me and showered me with kisses and tongue action.

As our highs subsided I slid out of Karen and pulled her next to me for some 'after play'. I happen to like to cuddle after sex and apparently she did too. We cooed and awed into each other for another half hour.

Ultimately I led her into the large walk-in shower and we washed each other very carefully. We both dressed in casual clothes and opted for the 'breakfast' portion of Jim's Bed and Breakfast. We had breakfast on the patio where we were visible to about eight other homes as well as anyone that might have been hiding in the bushes somewhere.

We'd just cleared the dishes when the phone rang. I checked Caller ID and it was Len, my neighbor that had been the Chicago cop. I picked up, "Hi Len."

"Hi Jim. Any news? I have a couple of things for you.

I started, "Well for one, we saw the car drive by last night when we walked down to the Circle for dinner. He was out there watching us somehow. I wish I knew what he looked like. I really couldn't see the driver."

Len said, "I'll e-mail you a mug shot of the guy. It's old. He had a two DUI's in one year about a decade ago so there are shots."

"That's great," I injected.

He went on, "Here's what I found from a couple of perspectives. First, we can pick the guy up for violating his restraining order, although since he hasn't approached Lynn directly that's apt to lead nowhere right now other than a short detention and then he's back on the street and probably even more of a problem. So we can watch and wait and hope we catch any confrontation while it's still that and not anything more serious."

"Go on," I urged.

"Next, you're friends with a lot of the neighbors -- me included. I think we could be a motivating force if there was any kind of confrontation. I also have the local police on notice; you'll probably see more of them in the neighborhood today and for the week."

"You mean vigilante action?"

"No, not at all. Just if a lot of us were around when Lynn was, the guy might feel the pressure to make nice or even just disappear."

"I have a question that may be dumb. What would happen if Lynn and this guy met and cleared the air? Do you think he'd go away if he had some closure on their marriage?" I asked.

"Can't tell, but it's a thought. I don't think I'd do it unless there's a lot of protection around -- like the neighbors as I just said, or if there's someway to contain the guy."

"OK. I get it. I think I'll have Lynn come home. Can you put folks on alert and keep an eye on us yourself. I'll owe you."

"Absolutely. Talk to you later."

Karen shot me a questioning glance as I hung up. I told her what Len had said. 

"Let me call Lynn," Karen said with a slightly lecherous tone to her voice.

I passed the phone to her and she disappeared into the living room with it. She came back about fifteen minutes later and kissed me on the cheek as I sat in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee and reading a magazine.

"She'll be here in about an hour. She'll call when she crosses the bridge and she'll keep an eye out for the brown Chevy. She knows the car well she said." Karen paused. "And, to set your mind at ease, she's cool with everything that happened here last night and this morning."

My eyebrows went up. She gave me a big grin and kissed me again. "Now," she said, "how do I wash up the bed linen? I think I leaked all over everything last night and this morning." I showed her and she busied herself with the housework for a while.

Lynn called about an hour later on her way into the neighborhood. Karen and I walked outside and puttered around the front yard. I made to point things out to her while I scanned all of the neighboring yards. Suddenly, I thought I saw a shadow pull back from the second floor of a house under construction about three doors down. If Doug was in there and had so much as a pinhole in the unfinished plywood siding, he could watch the house with impunity and no one would be able to tell.

As Lynn pulled into my circular driveway, Karen and I surrounded her with hugs and a warm welcome home. We stood and talked outside quite intentionally so that if Doug were watching, he would know without doubt that she was in the house. Eventually, we went inside got coffee for everyone then sat around the pool.

Just after lunch, Len called. "Everyone is lined up and he's in the neighborhood somewhere. The car is parked where we saw it yesterday afternoon and no one is in it."

"I think I know where he's watching us from," I told Len. "I think he's up on the second story of that house under construction about three lots down from mine. He'd have a good view of about everything from there."

"Wow," Len said, "I bet you're right. What do you want to do?"

"I want to meet the guy and see what he's about? Is he drunk? Mad? Angry? Homicidal? Just what gives?" I stated.

"You gutsy enough to walk into the house and confront the guy?" Len asked.

"If I felt I had some folks watching my 'six' I would," I shot back.

"I'll call you back," Len said and hung up.

I went and told the girls what was being set up. Lynn looked anxious and said, "He's unpredictable. He won't kill you, but he could hurt you if he's ripping mad. He broke some guys arm in a bar fight one night."

I shrugged. I wanted our lives back. Living in fear of Doug was not a way I wanted to face the future. Further, I was now highly motivated since I could have these two beautiful women in my bed if I could only survive the afternoon. I gave a large sigh.

The phone rang again; it was Len. He told me to go down to the house now if I was still inclined to do so. I said I was and I'd be out the door in about two minutes. I turned and told the women to lock the door behind me and started sauntering down the street towards the construction site.

It was then I noticed that every neighbor between my house and the site was out tending their gardens -- and a few on the other side of the site too. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw a Sarasota Police car parked almost out of site just where the road curved -- inconspicuous but visible. I saw Len and Peggy slowly walking in my direction too.

I walked to the construction site and then turned and walked up a makeshift ramp to the gaping hole where a front door would eventually go. As I entered the raw house, I shouted upstairs, "Doug! Doug Seaburn. I'm Jim Rice. I'd like to talk if you you're willing." I repeated myself several times.

"How the fuck did you know I was here?" floated down from upstairs.

"Well," I laughed, "I could ask you the same question. How'd you find Lynn this time?"

"I'll trade you," the disembodied voice said.

"OK. I saw a shadow up there this morning and guessed it was you. Before that I saw the old brown Chevy a couple of times so I knew you were in town. Now you."

"You left me Marilyn's old cell phone. Eventually I figured out that it stored the numbers she called. I did reverse look up on the Internet and found your address. I just wasn't sure whether she was here or not, then I saw you and the other babe yesterday. I had nowhere else to look so I was just hanging around here hoping Lynn would show up."

"Did you see her this morning?" I asked.

"Yea. I know she's in there."

"What are your intentions? You know she has a final restraining order against you?" I stated calmly.

"I wanted to talk to her; to see if I couldn't talk her into coming back home. I miss her." He actually sounded sad rather than mad.

"Come on downstairs and let's talk face to face. I mean you no harm and I'm not here to arrest you or anything else. What I want is peace in all of this situation." Upstairs I heard a heavy bulk stand up, walk across the plywood floor and then Doug appeared coming down the temporary stairway.

I held out my hand in a gesture of friendship, he looked skeptical but shook it. "Nice to meet you," I said in a friendly voice, "although you've thrown Lynn into a tizzy. She has been pretty consistent in our chats about wanting to put you and the past years behind her and move on. I think there was a small matter of spousal abuse that she mentioned several times."

"Yea. I lose my temper and she knows how to push my buttons," he said belligerently. "How do you know her?" he asked.

"My girlfriend is a friend of hers," I responded thinking of Karen and her closeness to Lynn. I didn't want to go further about my own relationship with her.. He seemed satisfied with that answer.

"You been drinking?" I asked. "No one wants any trouble here."

"Not since last night," he said.

"Would you be satisfied talking to Lynn? Would you take her final word and leave if she wanted you to? I know from talking with her that it took her a long time to decide to leave you and Ohio; it wasn't a spur of the moment decision she made."

Doug thought a long time about that. I was silent. Finally he said, "Yea, if she won't come back then I guess I oughta move on. I just gotta know what she's thinkin' -- you know, face to face like."

"OK," I said. "You wait here and we'll try to set something up. I'll be back." I turned and left the building site and walked back to the house. Len and Peggy were leaning against my garage doors; I shot them thumbs up and motioned for them to come into the house. 

Lynn was crying and leapt into my arms as I came through the door. "Are you OK?"

"Oh, I'm fine," I exclaimed. "How're you? Why the tears?"

"I thought you guys might fight," she said. 

"Not my style," I said, "I'm a devout coward and like my beautiful body unscathed and unbroken. I'm the peacemaker."

Lynn sighed and sat back down next to Karen who'd been holding her. The two women together were a vision and fantasy beyond description, although both had been crying.

"Lynn," I said assertively, "Doug would like to talk to you, to see if you won't go home with him. I think he might leave if you were to tell him you were really through, if that's your intent. I think I'd even tell him you've started divorce proceedings; I don't think he knows."

"How would I face him? What if he hit me again?" she shuddered at the thought.

"What if you sat on the curb in front of the house and he sat on the curb across the street?" If he moved on you, some of us would be right there to protect you." Len nodded at her.

She looked hopefully into my eyes, "Do you think this would really end this? I mean he's been a nightmare in my life for seven fucking years." She sobbed again and Karen pulled Lynn to her shoulder.

I went to the couch and pulled her up and embraced her in a bear hug. I motioned for Karen to join us and she did, pulling up tightly behind Lynn. I nodded to Len and Peggy and soon they joined us on either side of Lynn in a large group hug.

Through her tears I heard Lynn say, "OK. Let's get this over with."

The five of us marched outside and I had Lynn sit on the curb near the mailbox. Karen, Len and Peggy stood about ten feet away. I walked down towards the construction site but then saw that Doug was slowly ambling out the door and heading in our direction. I waved him along in our direction. Every yard had a couple of neighbors standing in it watching the unfolding drama.

"Doug," I said as he drew near, "we want you to sit on the curb opposite Lynn. Don't raise you butt off the curb else all hell might break loose around here." I nodded in the direction of the neighbors on both sides of the street. Doug nodded his acquiescence and accepted my leading him to the curb directly opposite Lynn. Lynn was crying again; she had a ball of soggy tissues in her hand.

"Baby," Doug said loud enough for her to hear, "I really want you to come back home with me. I need you. I love you." He actually blushed a little at having to deliver his remarks in front of so many people.

Lynn just shook her head in a definite "No." She kept crying and shaking her head.

"Why Baby? Won't you come with me?" he asked again.

Lynn looked over at him with a look of pity now in her eyes. "You want to know WHY? I've told you why a hundred times -- no, a thousand times or more." She took a deep breath and started in on him with a string of words that had been waiting to come out.

"First, you're the most unfaithful husband anybody in the world could have. You don't give a shit about me or our marriage vows. I've lost track of how many women I know you've fucked while we've been married -- Lori, Jane, Sue, Mary, Darlene from that bar you hang out at, Carmilla, Linda, Barb,-- and those are just a few of the ones I know about. I should have left you years ago just for your indiscretions alone. You don't love me, you want a housekeeper and cook for those times you decide to come home."

"You're also a drunk. You are drunk when you come home almost every night. Most weeks it's every night. Do you think I enjoy having you barf all over the living room or our bedroom? Do you wonder why I sleep somewhere else in the house most nights? You're a filthy, smelly, rotten scoundrel of a drunk. Think how many times I tried to get you to go to AA meetings or just stop drinking. What'd I get in return? NOTHING -- not one bit of effort on your part."

Lynn was getting wound up now. "THIRD," she yelled to get Doug's attention, "you are a wife beater. You are the scum of the earth for this alone." She waved a fist at him. "You are eight inches taller than I am, weigh a hundred pounds more, and can pick me up with one arm if you want. Instead, you feel it's your right and privilege to bang me around whenever you feel like it. For a long time, I thought it was me; I thought you punched me and slapped me because of something I did. Then, not too many months ago, with the help of some friends, I realized that it wasn't right. It wasn't me! It was YOU! You bastard. You're just an ugly bully of man who wants to get his jollies beating up the little woman."




The Extended Family Ch. 04



Doug started, "Honey, I'll change! Let me ..."

Lynn screamed at him, "NO. NO. NO. YOU WON'T CHANGE. You've had seven years to change -- to get your act together. I'm amazed you can even sit there and tell me you love me or say you'll change. That's a laugh. You love having a slut around, having someone that'll clean up your messes, and having a punching bag. Well, Doug, it's not me any more! I'm gone. I checked out about a year ago in case you didn't notice. It just took me some courage to pick up and move to another place to get away from YOU."

Doug looked at her and then at the rest of us. Several of the neighbors had moved closer. I noticed that several carried two-by-fours, several others mean looking rakes or garden tools.

Lynn delivered the final blow, "I'm divorcing you. Lucky for me, in this state I don't even need your drunken signature for it to be final. I have a new life and you play no part in it at all -- NO PART," she screamed and broke into uncontrollable sobs for a second."

Lynn clenched her fists together as she controlled the last bit of her pent-up rage. "Now, what I'd like you to do is walk back to your car, get in a drive back to Ohio, and forget all about me and anything else that happened here. I'm not asking for any alimony or a share of what I'd contributed to our marriage or the house. If you were a real man, you'd send that share to me sometime, but you're such a shit I don't expect it. I'd rather lose all that than have you around."

Doug looked crushed and full of remorse, but it was too late. He nodded slightly.

She stood and turned to Karen and me who'd moved next to each other behind her. She turned back to him, "Now, Doug, you leave. And please don't come back." Karen and I pulled Lynn gently between the two of us. The three of us walked slowly towards the house; Len and Peggy followed. The other neighbors stood their ground.

I glanced back and saw Doug rise, give one more look at our group and then start walking towards where he'd left his car. I noticed that the Sarasota Police car had pulled in much closer to the house as Lynn and he'd been talking. Doug had to walk right by the car but he didn't so much as glance at the officer sitting inside and watching him. As Doug got a hundred or so feet beyond the police car it tuned around and started to slowly creep along behind him. I think he got the message that this wasn't a place to be. He turned the corner and was gone.

I hugged Lynn then turned and waved to my neighbors giving them a thumbs-up. I herded Lynn, Karen, Len and Peggy into the house. Lynn burst into tears again as soon as the door shut and ended being comforted by Karen and Peggy on the sofa. I brought a box of Kleenex from the guest bath.

I knelt in front of Lynn, "Hon, it's all done. He's gone. It's over and done with. You were wonderful. There's no doubt. He's gone. He won't ever be back."

Gradually she got herself under control. "I should have done that years ago. I was such a flake to wait so long -- it just made all this harder and involved so many other people. Oh, how will I ever be able to thank everyone?" She rose and walked over to Len and Peggy and gave them each a big hug. "Thank you so much Len, I couldn't have done this without the groundwork you laid -- the protection I felt out there."

"And Karen," she walked and hugged her, "My God you've spent most of your lunch hours listening to me either rave about Jim or being worried about Doug and what he might do. I'm so glad you were here to help end all this. At least you've seen the ogre!" 

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around Lynn. She was regaining control and slowly returning to a more normal state. 

I looked at the others, "I'm serving up a late lunch. Any takers?" We all filed into the kitchen and I produced the makings for sandwiches and lots of beverage choices. Len and Peggy got lots of thanks for their support and the work they'd done to muster the rest of the neighbors and provide moral support. 

As the afternoon progressed I called and made some arrangements for dinner and made a quick trip downtown for some errands. At cocktail time I served the women some nice wine and we sat and watched a beautiful sunset and rehashed a tense Saturday. I couldn't keep my eyes off the two of them -- both my lovers, my paramours, my more intimate partners in life.

I took Karen and Lynn to dinner at Zoria's. We dressed to the nines and I was proud and impressed over how beautiful the two women looked. Lynn had flowing blond hair that surround a face that could be featured in Vogue. She was wearing a little black dress that came to mid-thigh, and beautiful thighs they were. A simple gold belt adorned her mid-section. She already knew my fetish about dark high heels and she was wearing some four-inch black patent leather pumps that made her legs look like a billion dollars and made her look like a super-sexy young woman -- which she was.

Karen was no less a beauty. Her long black hair hung in rivulets that highlighted her jet black eyes that seemed to be able to look into my soul without great effort. She was wearing one of Lynn's evening dresses, an off-white spaghetti strap cocktail dress that also came to mid-thigh. She too was wearing some spike heels that she'd worn to work the day before. I think Karen actually had the better looking ass and it was on evident display as they both turned to model their evening attire for me. But then again, Lynn had slightly more chest. Oh, heavens, I'd have to decide which to enjoy later. WAIT, no I wouldn't, I could enjoy them all. I grinned in happiness at the two women.

I'd explained to the maitre d' at Zoria's when I made the reservation that I was seducing two women and that I needed his help. They helped lay on a great show and helped me in my efforts. In return, I tipped generously.

After we had our wines, two bouquets of flowers arrived with a flourish for the girls. Then the maitre d' and a trio of waiters arrived with three large silver platters covered by highly polished silver covers. I rose and made a toast, "To the two most beautiful women in the world that I want to be close to forever." At that point the maitre d' and the waiters pulled the cover off their dish with a flourish. Within each dish was a silver 'love' ring lying on a white cushion.

I picked up the first ring and placed it on Lynn's finger. I repeated the process with Karen. Then held out my own left hand. Both women joined in placing the third ring on my finger. We were laughing and happy with each other and with life. There were lots of whispers around the table between each of us, not to mention all the touching. We boggled the minds of guests at several other tables with our shameless displays of mutual affection and seduction.

After dinner I took the women to a jazz club down off Hillside Avenue. We sipped our wines as we sat and listened to a lounge trio with a singer that had a voice like Eva Cassidy - very entertaining and yet it made me sorry that Cassidy, such a talent, had met such an untimely death in her short and meteoric career. 

After the first set the girls pulled me away and we headed home. "We both want to make love with you," Lynn told me as we exited the restaurant. One young man heard her comment to me as we left the lounge and his head spun around so fast to look at the girls he probably had whiplash. I was secretly proud and wrapped my arms around both women as we sashayed down the sidewalk towards the car.

Twenty minutes later we stood in a loose triangle at the foot of my bed. Karen and I decided that with all the stress Lynn had gone through today that she should be the first to benefit from our newly formed threesome. The two of us slowly disrobed Lynn much as I liked to do, only this time there were two sets of hands, lips and tongues to deliver the messages of caring and love we were feeling for each other.

As Lynn was bared I helped Karen undress; Lynn helped too. The two of them stripped me in seconds. We pulled together in a group hug putting our lips and tongues together. We experimented in how to do the most sensual three-way kiss.

Karen and I pulled Lynn back onto the bed. Once she was prone the two of us each took a breast and started to suck, lick and fondle, creating erect nipples and sensitive aerolas that cried for more attention in the dim light. We each made occasional forays to Lynn's lips, neck or ears, often whispering our own 'sweet nothings' to her. She was moaning at our attentions and often using her own hands to smooth parts of our anatomies.

I gestured to Karen to move towards Lynn's pussy; she grinned back at me and then slowly slid across the sheets until her lead was level with Lynn's carefully trimmed bush. Karen pulled one of Lynn's legs over her head so she could bring her head into maximum contact with her pussy. Lynn let out a long "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" as Karen's tongue first touched her clitoris and lips.

As I massaged and sucked on Lynn's breasts and paid attention to her upper region, Karen made passionate love to her pussy. Lynn had an orgasm within seconds of the first oral contact Karen made there, but Karen did not let the moment pass, instead she kept Lynn on the edge and delivered small climax after climax through her efforts. Lynn was writhing across the bed pleading for mercy and for cock.

After about five small orgasms, Karen rose and met me. We shared a kiss and I marveled at the taste of Lynn on her lips. I positioned myself between Lynn's legs and slowly sank my long cock into her pussy, only moving a fraction of inch on each thrust of penetration. When I was fully submerged I started a circular motion with my hips as I used my thumb on Lynn's clitoris. I was rewarded with her largest orgasm of the night.

As she floated down from her high, she looked at me and Karen with big doe eyes; "Oh, finish me off you guys. This is too much. I've never cum this many times or felt this light-headed just from sex." Karen and I leaned in a kissed her.

I accelerated my thrusting now and Lynn's body went into her automated response, rising to meet me with each thrust I made. Our bodies were slapping together. Karen was sucking on Lynn's breasts and positioning her own breasts into Lynn's mouth in a very sexy 'Spiderman' move. 

Then I heard Karen start to talk dirty to Lynn: "Don't you just love his cock pounding into you," "Did you like my tongue on your clit and deep in your cunt," "You taste good -- I loved eating you," "I want to just fuck you all day and all night long you beautiful fuck machine," ... This was rapidly becoming more than I could handle. I accelerated my thrusting into Lynn, quietly telling the two of them that I was getting near.

"Then cum in her cunt," Karen said. "Splash her insides with all your jism -- your man juice. Make her cum with you. Bring her off. Oh, you guys are so sexy together I've got to frig my own clit." She started to rapidly massage her own pussy with one hand.

My back arched and I fired my first shot into Lynn's pussy. I almost lost consciousness from the wave of pleasure that washed through my body. Lynn's legs were locked behind me; they had pulled me tight into her pussy as she had climaxed. 

As I regained control, I looked down at her. She was absolutely limp. A fine coat of sweat was evident all over her body -- she had a shine to her. We both floated down from our highs together. Karen had brought herself off about the same time we did. She was snuggled up against Lynn in a sensuous still life for my eyes only. Karen was looking at me in a tender way.

"Jimmmmmmm," Lynn cooed to me as I withdrew my dick from her warm tunnel.

"Yes, love," I whispered.

"I want you to do Karen. I want to watch." 



The Extended Family Ch. 05



Chapter 5 -- Threesome Sex Is Mind-Blowing

So here I was nude with two of the prettiest women in the entire country. One of them was Lynn, a gorgeous blond I had just fucked -- no, make love to and with whom I was falling madly in love with. We had spent the day in a tense standoff and confrontation with her soon-to-be-ex-husband and then had a romantic dinner at Zoria's in downtown Sarasota where she'd recently decided to live with me. 

We weren't alone, however. Karen Price, a friend and colleague from Lynn's new job had joined me and then us as part of the subterfuge in dealing with her Lynn's husband. Karen had helped Lynn stand up to her alcoholic and abusive husband, ultimately telling him to disappear from her life forever. Now, suddenly, she too was an intimate part of our lives. 

The three of us had a wonderful and romantic dinner at Zoria's, returned to my home and had started making love. The two of us, Karen and I, had just brought Lynn to several orgasms that deserved mention in Ripley's Believe It or Not.

Lynn had recovered sufficiently to ask for me, her new paramour, to deliver the same sensations to Karen. She said she wanted to watch.

"My pleasure but this might take a while," I replied.

I got two warm wash clothes from the bathroom and came and washed each woman's face, giving sensual kisses as I finished. I moved to clean up Lynn's pussy, but Karen stopped me. "I want that," she said.

With that Karen knelt in front of Lynn and put her butt in the air. She started to eat and suck my cum out of Lynn's vagina.

Karen's pussy was fully exposed and gapingly inviting. I could actually look inside this woman given the stance she'd adopted. I ran my hands up her legs, connecting with her trimmed pussy and its sheen of moisture. I initially inserted a couple of fingers into her; she waggled her pussy at me as I did so.

I moved under Karen and pulled her cunt down onto my face -- onto my tongue. I was now licking her cunt as she sucked my cum from Lynn. I actually got hard just thinking about what we were doing as well as the endless possibilities and diversions we had yet to explore. Karen rocked back hard against my face as I brought her to her second orgasm of the night.

About then Lynn came again as a result of the tongue work of Karen, then Lynn and I rolled Karen onto her back and pretty much repeated on her what she and I had done to Lynn only moments earlier. It took me a little longer to reach my own orgasm and shoot my jets of sperm into Karen's love nest. I lost count of the orgasms -- there were many. Karen was very entertaining, particularly as she talked dirty to us and described all the acts she wanted perpetrated on her. Lynn and I both ate my cum from Karen. Oh, what a sexual orgy of pleasure and lust we had that evening.

We were sweaty, hot, covered in each other's sexual juices, and none of us wanted to make a move that would take us out of contact with the others. Instead, I knew everyone wanted more juices and contact. "Skin on skin," I muttered; "one of life's great inventions."

We smoothed and petted, fingered, licked, and kissed around our 'pig pile.' Gradually each of us fell asleep, finally sated sexually and emotionally by the events of the day. I held both women close to me and in a few minutes realized that heaven had found me instead of the other way around.





The Extended Family Ch. 05



As our suits cooled in the summer air, I couldn't help notice the six nipples on six beautiful and magnificently shaped tits distributed over three of the most beautiful women in the world. My rod nudged my leg again but not enough to embarrass me.

Eventually, we barbequed some steaks and ate on the covered patio. We watched several rain showers pass by but only had a few minutes of rain where we were. Eventually, a spectacular sunset presented itself and we all sat and watched the changing hues and colors in the evening sky.





The Extended Family Ch. 06



Chapter 6 -- A Daughter Joins The Threesome

Living with two smart and beautiful women that you love and that love you deeply can be a challenge, yet Karen, Lynn, and I fit together like peas in a pod; we all loved and there wasn't a jealous bone in our bodies. I had been worried as a recent widower that at my age -- mid-fifties -- I would never love again yet alone enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, and then the Universe delivered to me not one but two beautiful women. I must have had a terrible time in some other life because the women were making my life heaven in this one.

The three of us had a very active and creative sex life. We liked trying new things and experimenting with one another. We were all so new to each other that it seemed like one endless honeymoon.

We'd curtailed the spontaneity of our daily lovemaking sessions when Lynn's gorgeous nineteen-year-old daughter Mel arrived for the summer after her freshman year at Ohio State. I was well behaved around this beauty and tried to be a perfect host and older role model for her.

One night shortly after Mel arrived, she, Karen and Lynn had been in the living room talking in hushed tones and frequently breaking into girlish laughter that I was so glad to have in my home. Karen, dressed to seduce, had then come and pulled me away from my computer and into the bedroom. Lynn joined us, and soon the three of us were naked on the bed and starting to get into the high point of my day -- making love to the two of them.

What happened next knocked my socks off. Lynn rubbed herself against me and then asked in her I-want-something voice that I couldn't resist: "Jimmmmmm," I nodded, "We need you to do something for us," she said in a half whisper as she bit at my lower lip in a very sensuous way that sent signals straight to my inflating dick.

"I'm all yours, darling," I replied, running a hand up her side and caressing a breast.

"We want you to make love to Mel," Lynn said in her husky whisper as she licked my ear.

"WHAT?!!" I blurted out in a loud voice as soon as the idea penetrated my feeble brain. I'm sure Mel heard my retort on the other side of the house because it was so loud. "You can't be serious? You want me to ... to make love to your daughter?"

"Exactly," Lynn said, surprised at my response. Lynn started to stroke my thigh as she knelt next to me and looked up into my eyes with the bluest eyes in the state. She really wanted this.

"Are you two sure this is a good idea? I mean ... Lynn ... that's sort of incest, well it's not I guess, but it's close. And I don't want to do anything that would screw up our relationship ... I mean the three of us are in careful balance, if I start bonking Mel that'd throw things out of balance, wouldn't it?" I looked to Karen for support, but it was clear she was in on this. She started stroking my other thigh, her dark eyes looking deep into my soul.

I drew a breath to continue objecting, but Lynn leaned in and gave me a kiss with a lot of her tongue that was quite distracting. "You're a wonderful lover and the kind of man we hope she meets and marries. Meanwhile, she's a virgin and has spent the last four years fighting off guys who don't know shit from shinola about making love or how to treat a woman. You do, and we want you to show her."

"But ... but ... she's a virgin. Shouldn't someone else ..." I gasped.

"No, we want you. She wants you. Sure some guys have copped a feel and maybe brought her off, and she admits to giving a few hand jobs and trying to give a blowjob or two, but she's waited for the right man to come along. That's you. Surprisingly, for a nineteen-year old, she's not too experienced."

"But she probably wants someone her own age. I'm old enough to be ..." I started.

Karen cut me off, "There you go again with that senseless age thing. We've spent hours talking with Mel, and she's actually quite taken with you. You might call it 'puppy love,' but she has a real crush on you and thinks you are JUST the person to introduce her to love making and to how women should be treated. By the way, you must have had some walk on the beach today. She said she was so wet she had to wear her clothes into the Gulf just to wash her juices away so she wouldn't smell like raw sex on the way home."

I was speechless and fully distracted. My mind was going in a thousand directions simultaneously. I kept looking from Karen to Lynn and back seeking some further advice. 

"Let's say I agree to this, how am I supposed to do this?" I asked. Karen was now stroking my cock back to an inflated state.

Lynn rose and said, "Wait here. I'll get her." I started to protest, but Karen came and gave me a kiss that would melt the sun. Lynn left the room and came back in only seconds with Mel in tow. Mel was wearing a nearly transparent cami with a matching thong. She looked beautiful, and her tentativeness and innocence were obvious.

"Mel meet Jim. Jim, meet Mel," Lynn said softly and nudged her daughter to the bed. I'd pulled a sheet over my hips and very erect dick. I held a hand out. Karen slipped off the bed and sat in one of the big oversize chairs we have in our bedroom. Lynn slipped into Karen's lap as Mel came to my bed.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked holding Mel's hand and looking deep into her eyes.

"More than anything I've ever wanted," she said.

I pulled her to me and gently kissed each eyelid and then laid my own sensuous kiss on her lips. She kissed back in kind.

I pulled the cami up over her head, leaving her clad only her thong. I gently pushed her down to the bed, indicating she should lie on her stomach. She looked questioningly at me, and then did as I asked. I reached into the bedside table drawer to get a bottle of lotion.

I poured a generous amount of lotion into my hands and warmed it by rubbing my hands together before I ran my hands up Mel's back from her thong to her shoulders. She was tense. I massaged Mel's back, kneading into her shoulder and neck muscles. She moaned occasionally and squirmed when I hit a sensitive spot. I could feel the tenseness release slowly. I also worked my way down her legs at one point pulling her thong down and discarding it to the floor.

I worked lotion in Mel's perky cheeks too allowing my hand to dip between her legs slightly. I asked her to roll onto her back, but to keep her eyes closed. I explained that I would continue the massage for a while before we did anything further. 

I cast a glance at Karen and Lynn. Karen was sucking on Lynn's breasts and had several fingers in her cunt. Lynn was moaning into the action. I made a note to myself to watch the two of them make love more often; it was a real turn on.

I worked my way up Mel's legs applying lotion and massaging it into her slim body. I carefully avoided her pussy area but did allow a finger to glance through her pubic hair several times.

I was slow and deliberate when I reached Mel's tummy; I didn't want to tickle her and break the mood we were creating. I did her arms and her neck, and then focused on her face, touching her hairline, massaging her scalp, and running my fingers through her blond locks. Then, I slid my hands down to her breasts that I hadn't touched yet. The nipples were rock hard before I got there. I applied lotion to first one breast and then the other; the nipples hardened to state where they could have cut glass. They were magnificent and such a pleasure to grasp, fondle, and massage. 

Only then did I whisper to her, "Now you'll feel something other than my hands. Just enjoy. If I do something you don't like just let me know."

I leaned in a kissed her on the lips again and then started to kiss and tongue my way down her neck to her breasts. I let my hands fondle and smooth the rest of her body carefully avoiding her pussy just for now. Mel moaned and groaned frequently now.

After I'd paid homage to her beautiful taut breasts sucking each nipple into my mouth and making love to each one, I ran my tongue down her body to her pussy. I gently pulled her legs apart and put them over my shoulders. At first, she didn't understand what I would do, then she cooperated.

I lay across the bed so I could tongue Mel's pussy. I gently circled the area, teasing with where my tongue might land in the area. She was twitching wildly and often leaned to pull my head into her, particularly as I tongued her clitoris and labia.

I gently inserted a finger then two into her passage. I could feel the resistance and tightness. Mel was sopping wet, and moist beyond anything I could add with artificial means. She also seemed relaxed enough with my efforts.

"Mel," I whispered, "I'm going to come over you now. This might hurt, but it'll stop soon enough. The good part comes in a little while."

"Love me," she whispered as she blinked her eyes open and looked tenderly at me. She raised her legs and bent them slightly, affording me maximum availability to her love nest.

I positioned my cockhead at the opening to her vagina. I reached down and moved it around, allowing her juices to cover the head. Once I felt I was lubed up enough, I gently pushed into her. The first couple of inches I slid in without obstruction then I hit the resistance and paused. I pushed forward, surging slightly with each push until I felt a slight release and finally sank all the way into her.

I didn't move for a minute, allowing her to get used to the fullness and pressure in the area as well as to let any pain I'd caused to pass. During this whole time, our eyes had never left one another's. We stared into each other's faces, reading the looks, and expressions. We could actually see all the way into each other's souls. There was a rare unity, and here I was enjoying this with the daughter of my lover -- with not only her blessing but with her insistence.

I gradually started to pump into Mel, slowly first. She initially was passive but then started to reciprocate with small thrusts and motions that met mine. She smiled at me and reached up and ran her finger nails down my chest. She put her hands on my hips and started to pull me into her. 

Our passion built. I relaxed into her a little so that I could kiss her face and neck. She was kissing me back with more intensity than I initially expected.

Our pace increased and after a couple of minutes I asked whether she thought she could orgasm. She said she could. I put a hand between us and rubbed her clitoris as I continued to pump into her. Now, I had her attention. Her moaning increased in intensity with little yelps occasionally punctuating our session.

She said, "I'm near. I think I'm ... Oooooooh, I'm cuming. I'm cuming." She rose and met my thrusts. As she climaxed I made a final thrust into her and just held position, kissing her constantly.

As she completed her high, I pulled out, still erect for I had yet to orgasm. I grabbed a towelette from the bedside table and cleaned us both us. 

"When you are ready we can do it again if you want," I said to her. 

"Oh, Jim, I'm ready," she panted. "That was wonderful. Do me again. Oh, you didn't cum," she said, realizing what had and hadn't happened. "How could you make me cum and not cum yourself?"

I leaned in and kissed her by way of an answer.

I suggested that she come over me instead of my putting all my weight on her. I explained to her that it would put her more in control of how she felt, particularly if she were a little tender in her nether region.

I lay down, and Mel came over me dragging her erect nipples across my chest as she did. The effect of her move made was electric - my cock was pointing skyward at its hardest. She held it and rubbed it along her slit, reapplying some of lubrication. She then slithered down my cock with her wet vagina; the act emphasized her tightness.

She was an eager lover and I was surprised by how energetic she wanted to be after losing her virginity only moments before. Mel allowed me to caress and fondle her breasts and smiled encouragingly as I pinched and bit on her nubs. I frequently pulled her to me and kissed her, often with our tongues deep within each other.

Mel picked up the pace several times, finally kicking things into high gear from which she did not slow. I was rising to meet her on each thrust, and then I felt the same sensation I'd encountered with her mother -- the rapid and spasmodic contractions of the muscles inside her cunt, milking the liquid my cock would deliver and pulling it deep in her body. That was all it took, I exploded into her after a brief warning that I was at my peak.

Mel's orgasm arrived at the same instant I started to jet my cum into her warm darkness. She shrieked, moaned and groaned all in one telling sound, then collapsed onto my chest just as my last spurt of juice left my iron rifle and shot into her body. I was moaning too. That wonderful heavenly feeling finished washing over each of us in our own way. I nuzzled into Mel's neck, holding her tightly against me.

"Oh, God, why didn't I discover this years ago. I could have fucked my whole way through high school. This is sooooo great," she exclaimed finally.

A voice from across the room sounded, "Because I didn't want you fucking your way through high school." Lynn spoke in a stern voice that made us all laugh.

Mel and I looked over at the naked bodies of Karen and Lynn in the big leathery chair in the corner of the room. Karen was nestled in Lynn's lap, her breasts right where Lynn could suckle them and provide electric stimuli to her lover. Both of them were smiling at us.

"You guys were wonderful," Karen said. "I'm so glad you weren't self-conscious that we were here. We actually got a little side tracked and didn't see the whole show." 

Both women got up and came to surround our naked bodies with theirs on the king-size bed. Mel and I rolled to our sides, and I remained hard deep within her. Lynn came behind me and spooned into my back, her erect nipples grazing my back. Karen snuggled behind Mel, pulling her back; Mel seemed to welcome the contact and even turned to allow Karen to kiss her. My hands remained ever busy with Mel's generous tits.

Lynn said softly to me, "Thank you."

Mel turned and kissed me, "No, I should be the one to say that. Thank you Jim. I shall never forget tonight." She snickered a little and added, "And I hope that won't be the last time we get to do that. I have a feeling you have a lot to teach me."

I just grinned, turning to kiss Lynn and then I turned back to Mel with sudden thought, "I didn't ask but are you on birth control?"

Mel faked a look of horror that caught my attention for second before she gave a big grin, "Yes, I've been on the pill for years. This is the first time I've really needed its primary benefit, however."

Lynn rolled me over and ran her tongue down my face, kissing me deeply. She reached down and pulled my cock from Mel's pussy, then lowered her head to my groin and ran her tongue up one side and down the other of my partially inflated rod. 

"I just had to see what she tasted like," she said. "Kinky, I know. You guys taste good together -- like Karen and you do; different, but good." She grinned. I had hardened again to her manipulations and the thought of what her sexy act had implied.

"Now, I want some of that too," Lynn said. She came over me just the way her daughter had a moment earlier, positioned me at her entrance, and then dropped like a rock onto my cock. A shockwave went through my body. I opened my eyes and saw Mel looking at me tenderly with Karen peering over her nude body at Lynn and me.

Lynn was not to be denied either. She started bucking almost immediately. I could feel her urgency and so rose to meet her. It wasn't long for either of us. The effect on me of three eager nude women was all it took. I blasted into Lynn, and she responded with her own orgasm a split second later.

As we came I heard a groan from Mel and looked to see that Karen had her hand in Mel's cunt, bringing her off with the stimulation of fingers on her clit and through fingers deep in her vagina.

We collapsed in front of the other two, feeling their hands and touches all over us. Eventually, Karen pulled a sheet over our ménage and we all slept in each other's arms.





The Extended Family Ch. 06



The next two weeks I fucked like a bunny -- morning, noon, and night. I was driven to satisfy each of the three women over and over again and thanks to the little pills I'd gotten from my doctor I was passably successful at it. Nonetheless, when Mel finally started her four-day-a-week internship at Emptive Aerospace I was actually happy to have the days as rest periods when I could recharge. The first week I took naps every afternoon so I'd be brighter and bushier tailed when the women all returned home. 

I also went and bought Mel a friendship ring that matched the ones that Karen, Lynn, and I were wearing. I even created a special ceremony when the three of us where naked and in bed one night to give it to her. We had lots of candles around, and I read some poems I'd written. Everyone thought that was a wonderful, sensitive, and romantic thing to do. We all seemed to fall more deeply in love with each other after that, Mel especially and I was worried that she was losing her objectivity about being nineteen and that she'd stop being her age and enjoying the unique brand of fun that went with it.

Karen fixed that by pairing Mel up with a dashing young man named Rob Winters. He was a bright, young CPA in his mid-twenties. After their second day together Mel came home horny and with a bunch of questions for Karen and Lynn about how to catch his attention, whether to sleep with him on the first date, and so on. 

The next day Mel called and said she might not be home after work. In an excited whisper, she told me that "He" had asked her to dinner that night. As it turned out Mel didn't appear until about two o'clock in the morning; she had a smile as wide as the street on her face when she came into the bedroom and kissed me awake to let me know she was home then trotted off to bed. Her comment to me as she went down the hall to the guest room was "You're teaching me all the right things!"





The Extended Family Ch. 07



We were lovers: Lynn, Karen, Mel -- Lynn's daughter and me, Jim Rice. We were halfway through the summer and I'd had more sex since it started that the rest of my entire life -- well, almost. Now we were preparing to give Mel's new boyfriend a crucial test to see how he responded to that fact and whether he could be open and giving of himself with other people in a relationship and accept that his girlfriend was the same way.

Robbie Winter rang the doorbell. He had a bottle of wine in one hand and flowers in the other. This was a lad worth keeping around I noted as I welcomed in the door.

Mel came and plastered herself against him giving him one of her soul-searing kisses even though they'd seen each other for a couple of hours in the middle of the day. He blushed since we were all present. He presented Mel with the flowers and offered me the wine that I took and opened so we could enjoy it later.

Robbie had not met Lynn before so there were traditional introductions and then Karen was introduced. Robbie looked confused about what the relationship was but thought better than ask for an explanation. 

The five of us migrated to the kitchen that was open to the patio and the setting sun. Karen had just started making a salad. I went out of my way to bother her by wrapping her in my arms and kissing her neck. She responded by turning and engaging me in a magnificent couple of French kisses. I could tell that Robbie enjoyed watching us.

Lynn was working at the stove doing some sautéed mushrooms and onions to put on the burgers. I repeated the process with her and she was also passionately engaging in her return kisses.

I thought Robbie's teeth were going to fall out of his head and his mouth was hanging open as he watched Lynn and me. Karen didn't appear fazed in the last although she watched us happily. Then we shocked him; Mel came up behind me and turned me around for her kisses. Robbie's chin was bouncing on the floor.

The four of us went on as though nothing was out of the ordinary -- and as far as we were concerned it wasn't. Mel went back and started rubbing Robbie's back and just about anything legal. The rest of us kept up the touching and physical contact with each other. Robbie had a huge question mark over his head and his eyes were as big as saucers.

Over wine coolers we had nice chat about Emptive Aerospace and the weather and a lot of other things. Several times, Karen would stand behind Robbie and pull his head back into her body, rubbing his neck, chest or arms in the process. Since she was casually dressed without a bra his head could feel her breasts and whatever else as she did this. I chuckled internally as I noticed the rising bump in his shorts.

After the sunset we ate, cleared the table then re-gathered on the patio to sit and talk. Mel led Robbie to one of the large overstuffed chairs, pushed him into it and then sat in his lap. I could see that she'd removed her bra somewhere between dinner and now. I took my wine and went to the outdoor sofa where Karen came and sat on my lap, and then so did Lynn. Lynn pulled my hand down so I could stroke her breasts; so did Karen. If it was possible, Robbie's eyes got even bigger as he watched us.

We were pretty peaceful just watching the display of colors the evening sky was producing as the western light faded. The evening was one of those with a spectacular sunset.

Mel took one of Robbie's hands and thrust it up under her loose top so he had direct access to her breasts. He was a little nervous at first but got used to the idea as he saw the three of us kissing and me loving their breasts beneath their shirts. I think we'd ceased to be parent surrogates and changed to an unusual couple (threesome) that he and his date were with.

Karen whispered in my ear, "Shall we blow his mind?"

I grinned at her and nodded affirmatively. "What are you going to do?"

"Oh, we've cooked up a little scheme. Just go with the flow," she whispered.

With that she stood and walked over to Robbie and Mel. "Hey I want some of that brand of lovin' too," she announced and sat down on Robbie's other knee pulling his free hand to her chest and moving it under her shirt.

I wish I'd had a camera to capture Robbie's expressions as it flashed across his face. He initially jerked to Mel to see what her reaction was. Mel was nodding and totally cool with Karen's approach. Then I thought I saw his mouth water slightly, after all Karen was a beautiful busty woman only a few years older than he was that was coming on to him. Then he looked with horror at Lynn and me but we were both nodding encouragingly to him. He went around that circle several times in two or three seconds.

Finally, Mel leaned over and kissed Karen on the lips. Then they both leaned in and kissed Robbie. When I'd been his age I would have exploded in my pants if such a thing happened. Much to his credit he kept his cool.

Mel finally said to him, "We have a VERY open relationship with each other and we share EVERYTHING. So go with the flow Robbie." She leaned in and gave him one of those soul-searing kisses we all loved so much. She then turned his head to Karen who repeated the process.

In the meantime, I peeled Lynn's cami top off so I could have unfettered access to her breasts. The top hadn't left much to the imagination anyway, but now Robbie could see her magnificent tits and how excited she was. I sucked both of them into my mouth alternately as he ran his hands across Mel and Karen's tits. 

Pretty soon we were all kissing and making cooing love noises into each other's mouths and bodies. At one point when Robbie was fully engaged with Karen, Mel stood and came over to Lynn and me then sat on my lap. I reached over and pulled her summery top from her body baring her taut chest for all to see; I latched onto her breasts with my mouth and ensured that both nipples were in their most erect state.

When I looked again, Karen was shedding her top assisted by Robbie. He was learning fast. He went in and paid careful attention to her breasts as I nursed Mel and Lynn's melons.

Karen eventually pulled him up and softly said to him, "We're going to swim." She undid his belt and pulled his shorts off. His long pecker came into view standing at a ninety-degree angle from his body. The lad was excited. She pulled off her shorts exposing the rest of her pretty body, grabbed his hand led him to the pool.

Robbie shot a glance back at Mel over his shoulder. Mel was smiling at him and nodded for him to go ahead. He had the look of a kid in a candy store with an unlimited expense account.

Mel stood and said, "Shall we?" Lynn and I stood and the three of us stripped and went and slipped into the pool. By the time we got there, Karen had Robbie about halfway down the pool and was pushing her whole body into his. He didn't seem to be resisting. I suggested to Mel that she join them, but she shook her head: "No I want to watch his seduction," she whispered to me with a smile on her face; "besides, we've already fucked a couple of times today." Mel reached down and gently squeezed my cock.

The three of us rubbed and smooth each other and watched Karen and Robbie as best we could in the diminishing light as night overtook the patio. I noted that our neighbors were apparently out for the evening.

Karen coaxed Robbie up on the side of the pool then we watched as she pulled his rod into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down several times before deep-throating him. The whole neighborhood could hear his groan as he blew his load into Karen's mouth. All the stimulation was too much for him. Karen caught most of it, swallowing his jism. We heard her tell him he tasted good and that she really enjoyed that. "I'll be back for more of that in a little while," she said. 

At that Mel and Karen switched placed, Mel gliding across the pool and up into Robbie's arms, licking his dick as she rose out of the water. She pulled him back into the pool and into a full-press embrace with her legs wrapped around his back.

Karen and I planted Lynn the edge of the pool and took turns performing cunninglingus on her. Her moans floated across the pool. 

Soon I saw Mel pull Robbie out of the pool and fetch one of the pool mattresses from the storage cabana in the corner of the patio. She lay the mattress down near the pool and pulled him down next to her. I saw him mount her and the two of them started the dance of love. 

Karen watched and said, "That's my cue." She slid away from us as Lynn and I watched her nubile body emerge from the pool, and dry off slightly with a nearby towel. She slid over to Mel and Robbie, sliding up next to the couple on the mattress. 

We could hear her start her "dirty talk" with them almost immediately. I was even chuckling not over what she was saying but over the effect I imagined it was having on him. "Oh Robbie, I love to watch your cock sliding into Mel's body. I want to feel your cock in me. Will you fuck me Robbie? Will you thrust that rod into my body? Can I have your cum again? Oh, you tasted so good I want more -- deep in my pussy. Do you like being here in our little orgy? You can fuck any of us any time you know -- we're all your sluts. We all want to fuck you. We all want your cock in our cunts. My vagina really wants your sperm swimming in it. Can I sit on your face? Will you eat me out while Mel fucks you?"

She got Mel and Robbie to change places, putting Robbie on the bottom. Karen moved over his mouth and planted her cunt squarely on his mouth. We could see him shift into high gear as he started to tongue into her pussy. Mel grabbed his erect rod and settled herself down onto his rod and started a slow up and down motion to satisfy her needs.

Lynn and I slipped out of the water. Much to my surprise, Lynn went over to Mel and kissed her gently. Mel rose off of Robbie and Lynn slipped into position and lowered herself onto his erect cock. Of course, he couldn't see what was happening or who was riding his shaft.

Mel came to me and wrapped her body around me. I pulled her to a lounge chair and settled into her pussy with my tongue plunging as deep into as I could make it go. She pulled her legs up and put them over my shoulders and soon had another one of her earth-moving climaxes. She pulled me up, "Come up and get inside me. I want your cock in my puss you sexy man." I didn't need coaxing.

I heard Lynn starting to cum over my shoulders. I was close too and told Mel. "Then cum in me," she whispered, "It's just what I want from you now. Give it up." She used her legs to pull me into her from my position over her in the chair. I felt her muscles clench and that was all it took. I fired about a half-dozen strong jets of man-fluid deep into her body. Fortunately, she climaxed with me and we made the appropriate noises and we spasmed our way to heaven and back.

Over my shoulder I heard Lynn finally cum. She had a short series of staccato "Oh's" and moans that announced she was cresting. Even in the dim light I could watch her back arch. She reached out and clutched Karen, who leaned forward and sucked on one of her breasts. That was the final straw. 

Karen was next. She reached down and massaged her own clit as she urged Robbie to blow his load into Lynn's warm pussy. If he didn't know who he was fucking before he did now. Karen and Robbie exploded close together, this time with Lynn latched onto one of Karen's tits. The three of them fell apart and snuggled into one another on the narrow mattress.

Robbie's voice announced, "This evening didn't turn out quite the way I thought it was going to." We all laughed. 

Mel said, "And it's not over yet, Lovers. I want some more of all of that."

The rest of chimed in that we did too.

*****

Robbie became a regular at the house several times a week during the summer. Lynn, Mel and Karen made him swear upon fear of losing his testicles that he would never say a word about what was going on to anyone. He wasn't the type to talk about something like this anyway.

One noteworthy night about a week after we had our barbeque Karen announced that she wanted to try anal and double penetration. Mel and Lynn went off with her to talk about the whole phenomena. I took another Cialis and made a trip to the drug store and a couple of other shops along the main drag through the City.

That night as the five of us sat around the living room getting ready to get into things I produced several toys to everyone's amazement. First I announced that we needed lots of lubrication so I had several tubes of lubricant: Astroglide and two that were flavored in case we wanted to really get into oral sex later. Next I produced several dildos of varying size; the ladies applauded my thoughtfulness. Lastly, I produced a strap-on. The latter produced a lot of interest and holding the dong up to each other.

"Let the evening begin," I announced. "Who's first?"

Karen raised her hand. "I think I sort of started everyone thinking about this and I've always wanted to ... well, I heard it was ... oh, hell, let's go." She reached out, grabbed my hand and led us all into the bedroom.

After a few minutes of one of her fabulous blowjobs I was harder than rebar. Karen bent over offering me her beautiful bud. I took a tube of Astroglide and lubed up her ass and my rod. The sensation of the cool gel on my dick added even further to my hardness. I moved up behind her and gently massaged her shoulders and hips, just talking to her to relax and release her tension to the world. I could see her body visibly ease.

I rubbed my rod against her slit, probing into her pussy briefly, then pulling out and gently pushing into her tight pucker. At first I thought this is never going to work, then I slowly slid in an inch or two. I stopped pushing and urged her to relax again. This time I pushed all the way in with a hard definite move, pulling her hips into me as I did for added force. My balls slapped against her labia as I bottomed out.

Karen let a little squeal escape from her. "Oooooooh shit. This is ... I'm so full. Oh I feel like I want to vacate. Oh I want to push ... but I won't."

I talked to her softly. "I'm making love to you in a new way. Relax and feel how this way is just new and different. Feel how erotic this feels. Feel how someone is touching some of your new pleasure centers for the first time. I'm going to make you explode in one of the hottest orgasms you've ever had."

"Oh, please, you can start to fuck me now. Fuck my ass. Fuck meeeeee," She pleaded.

I started my motion, slowly at first so she could get used to it. Lynn slid partway underneath Karen and sucked a breast into her mouth. I could actually feel Karen's entire crotch contract as Lynn started sucking. Mel sat stroking Robbie's erection a few feet away on the bed; everyone was watching what we were doing.

Karen started swearing and moaning much sooner than she usually did. She started to pound back into me as she yelled for me to pound into her ass. "I love this. I love you ass fucking me. Fuck me harder. Harder." After a few minutes, she announced through her panting, "Oh fuck. I am gonna cum in a really big way. I can feel the wave ... oh shit here it cums." With that she exploded beneath me, yelling in a frenzy as she collapsed forward into the bed as Lynn moved aside.

She lay panting and covered in a sheen of sweat before she rolled over and pulled me down to her. "Oh God I love you. That was fan-tas-tic!" She emphasized each syllable of the last word as she kissed me.

Mel announced, "OK, I'm next." She picked up a tube of gel and passed it to Robbie. She rolled onto her stomach and elevated her ass just the way Karen had. The rest of us pulled to one side to give Robbie and her room to engage.

Soon Robbie was plunging into Mel's ass and all we could hear was Mel panting and moaning and the slap of Robbie's body against Mel's ass cheeks. Robbie didn't have the staying power that I'd had; on the other hand he could deliver what seemed like an endless supply of orgasms all night long. Shortly after the two of them started they both exploded, Mel shrieking that this was the best discovery she'd made all month.

I still had not cum. I looked at Lynn with a question. She nodded and adopted the butt-up position in front of me me. I repeated the process of lubing us up and then massaging her so she could relax. 

When I went to penetrate Lynn I slid in all the way with one easy stroke. "Oh, God" she crooned into the bed, "why didn't I try this years ago. This is ... Wow!!" I went gently as I built up, however, she was ready for much harder participation and soon had me banging into her ass as hard as I could. In seconds she was in a sweaty mess, dripping and jetting her girl juice into our union. I reached around to fondle her breasts and found Karen massaging one breast and Robbie the other. "Pinch" I invoked. 

We swung into high gear and I pounded into her as she urged me into her, suddenly vocal and talking really dirt as we fucked. "Get in my ass. Deeper. Pound me with you cock. Fuck my ass. Balls to my pussy. Cum in me. More. Deeper. Harder."

All that just made me want to do one thing and so I did. I told her it was cuming and then I exploded into her dark tight tunnel. Lynn was expert at timing her orgasms to meet mine and she did again. We both collapsed forward into the arms of our other lovers, covered in sweat and the juices from one another. I pulled out and moved between Lynn and Mel; Lynn turned and pulled Robbie into her.

Eventually, Karen pulled everyone down the short hall to the shower and we washed up, reviving our interest in one another as we did. After we dried we returned to the bedroom where Mel and Robbi,e who'd finished drying off before the rest of us, were having a traditional fuck with Mel astride Robbie. We joined them on the bed and fondled one another as I slowly revived.

Eventually, Mel had a wonderful climax that shook the entire bed. The three of us applauded the two of them. They both grinned sheepishly. Robbie explained that he hadn't cum yet and jerked his hips up into Mel a couple of times to her delighted squeals.

"Oh, wait." Karen said to Mel, "Can I borrow him for a big cum please?" Mel nodded her assent.

I want a DP -- a double penetration. I want both of you guys to cum in me simultaneously. I saw it in a porn flick once and I want to try it while we're all in an anal mood." She laughed at the thought of being a porn queen.

I lay down on my back pulling a pillow behind my head. Karen snuggled down and again sucked me into her wonderful lips and proceeded to demonstrate to the rest of us how a blowjob is supposed to be delivered. She kept a running commentary between parts of her demonstration. I was in seventh heaven.

When I was harder than a diamond and the color purple she announced I was ready. With that she came and settled her cunt onto me, sliding down until our pubic bones pushed against each other. She then gestured Robbie to come over and stand over me. She proceeded to fellate him up to full hardness. As she sucked on him, Karen's drool lathered down on my stomach. I could feel her pussy contracting in sync with her sucking motions; I had to resist just blasting into her based on what was happening right over me.

When she judged him ready, she motioned for him to get behind her. "Do me. Do my ass now." She passed him one of the lubricant tubes lying on the bed. 

In a few seconds I could feel his ministrations to lube her ass and then I could actually feel his rod work its way into her dark tunnel until the two of us were suitably deep into Karen's body. Throughout his penetration, she had urged him on: "Push into me. Plunge that cock in my ass. Get deep. Put that cock all the way in. Harder. Push."

We held position for a few seconds. Karen was already dripping with perspiration and we hadn't really started yet. "Oh shit I AM FULL," she shouted. She was panting almost uncontrollably, so much in fact that she was barely able to speak her usually string of epithets. She was just panting with her eyes rolled back in her head then she was just able to exclaim, "Now fuck me you guys."




The Extended Family Ch. 07



I looked at Lynn who had pushed one dildo into her cunt and another into her ass. Her eyes were just slits as she masturbated herself with the one in her cunt. She had an angelic smile on her face. Mel moved in and took over control of the dildo in her mother's cunt, moving it in and out and around in rapid, stimulating thrusts.

I started pumping into Karen's pussy, the act being a little difficult since I had to push again her weight and Robbie's pressure through her peritoneum. I felt him start to pump too. Neither of us could take long sweeping strokes for fear of falling out of our assigned orifice in her body. Karen was moaning in her speechless condition, often able to say one word or two: "Pump me. Fuck me guys. Ooooooooh."

Karen moved much more rapidly to orgasm that either Robbie or I did. One second she was with us and the next she had one of her Richter Ten explosions, collapsing fully onto my chest as the event passed. Both Robbie and I kept pumping into her ass and cunt, making her moan even harder. She came again ... and again ... and again ... each time yelling out her passion and pleasure. Each time she came there was a string of cusses and swear words that would have made a marine blush. Instead, however, they inspired both Robbie and me to double-fuck her even harder and with more ardor.

Robbie finally nodded to me and whispered, "I'm real near. You?"

"I can be there in thirty seconds," I whispered back.

"Let's do her," he said. We both increased our pace of pounding into her butt and pussy. Karen was just starting to climax yet again when both Robbie and I exploded into her, yelling our own pleasures to join with hers. I jetted deep into her cunt, my back arching so much I pushed us all up into the air.

As we fell back from our climaxes, we tumbled to the side. Mel had made Lynn come a few moments earlier; she came and caught Robbie who fell into her arms. She stroked his sweaty forehead as he withdrew from Karen's now open and leaking bud. Now I understood the term cream pie.

Karen looked into my face, "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. That was mind blowing. I don't think I'll walk straight for a day or so. Wow! What a great fuck you guys are." Robbie and I each leaned in and kissed her.

I pulled Lynn into our huddle and we all kissed. Mel leaned in and kissed each of us too. "We're going down to sleep in the guest room," Mel announced pulling Robbie off the bed and leading him towards the bedroom door. "Night guys."

"Good night love," I said. Karen and Lynn softly wished the duo sweet dreams too. I pulled a light sheet over us and we all went to sleep.

*****

At the end of the summer, Mel went back to Ohio State with every expectation to return to us in Sarasota for Thanksgiving vacation. Robbie opined away and missed her deeply, although he confided to Lynn one day at work that they had phone sex at least once a day. I was glad they were staying in touch.

Autumn came and the hazy, hot and humid days of summer started to moderate in Sarasota. The afternoon thunderstorms gave way to some of the most beautiful weather we'd ever had. At the start of November the snowbirds started to arrive.

I knew that Lynn and Karen both had parents scattered around the U.S. We hadn't talked too much about them except when they called to stay in touch. Lynn's parents lived near her younger sister and a brood of grandchildren out near San Jose; they seldom made it east. Karen's parents were divorced and she had just about lost touch with her father; her mother lived and worked outside Boston but traveled internationally a lot. I was closer in age to the parents that I was to Lynn or Karen.

It came as mild surprise when at the start of November Karen's mother called up and politely invited herself to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with her daughter in Florida. We had pictures of all our relatives in a rogue's gallery on bookshelves in our living room, so I knew that Karen's mom was an attractive middle-aged woman. 

Karen talked about her over dinner one night. "She was pretty dominating -- at least that's my memory. When you're eighteen you're glad to leave home and set out on your own and I breathed a sigh of relief to be out from under her. I remember her as controlling, but that may just have been cause I was bit of a hellion. Even through my twenties she was difficult to take advice from, so I kept my distance."

"What's she do? Her work I mean." Lynn asked.

"She's a buyer for Macy's Department Store -- really the Federated national chain. She's worked her way up there, in part at Filene's, and is now in a pretty senior position. She travels to Europe and China a lot I know; I think she's out of the country half the year. She's really in touch with fashion, women's styles and all."

"Does she get free samples?" Lynn probed with a greedy grin on her face.

"Don't know. I'm embarrassed to say that except for a couple of weekends when I'd fly up to Boston I really haven't seen her. I'd see some of my friends on those visits so the actual face-time with my mother has been pretty lame. This visit, in fact, sort of scares me because I have to really deal with her. When she's been in the country, we've talked on the phone but it's gotten pretty superficial. We both sort of know what we do but not the details. I'm looking forward to this visit to catch up and even re-establish a mother-daughter relationship."

"I have a deeper question if I may?" I asked. Karen nodded and I went on, "What have you told her about us?" I drew a triangle in the air between the three of us.

"Weeeeell," Karen said, "I haven't been entirely revealing about how I live and since she called today and announced her visit I've been a little anxious about how to tell her about our ... errr ... relationship. All ideas are gratefully accepted."

"What did you tell her?" I asked.

"I told her I took a room in a house so I could save some money towards a condo or a house of my own." We both looked at Karen without saying anything. "Whaaaat?" she finally said, "it's just a little white lie. Can't we work around it?"

"Do you want to move to the guest room?" I asked.

She thought for a moment, "No. It's about time she knew I had an unconventional lifestyle. Who knows, maybe she'll even think it's trendy. As we know from some of our friends, we're not the only people who've ever done this."

Lynn asked, "Are you going to tell her ahead of time or let her find out when she arrives?"

Karen got that mischievous look on her face, "Oh, we'll let her find out when she arrives and wonders where I sleep, or why all our clothes are all mixed together in the same big closet. HA!" she laughed manically, "this'll blow her mind."

*****

Tuesday afternoon before Thanksgiving, Karen and I drove to the airport to pick-up Beverly Price, her mother. We stood and watched the arriving planeload of relatives coming out of the secure area at the airport. Beverly stood out from the other passengers in that she was clearly the best-dressed person in the airport -- possibly in Sarasota and maybe even Florida. She walked towards us with great confidence and a bright smile, a striking blond figure in spike heels and a three-quarter length pleated woolen skirt, complementing silk blouse and a very chic suede jacket; she looked like she just walked off a fashion runway in Rome.

Beverly stood just over five feet tall. She was a petite woman that clearly paid attention to her weight and to how she looked. Her makeup was meticulously applied, nails done to perfection, earrings and jewelry carefully matched to the outfit she'd chosen, and skin carefully maintained to avoid some of the wrinkles or blotchy appearance so characteristic of many middle-aged women. She was a longhaired dark brunette and had a carefully coiffured hairstyle that pulled your eye to her best features. I was impressed.

Karen introduced us and I warmly welcomed her, even giving her a surprise hug. I was laughing uproariously inside because Beverly Price had no idea who the hell I was and there was no explanation forthcoming from Karen either. She didn't know Karen even lived with a guy, let alone someone about twenty years her senior. 

With Bev's help pointing, I retrieved her large suitcase at the luggage carousel and toted it out to the short-term parking. Karen comfortably slid in next to me as her mother took a rear seat. We talked about the weather, Boston, flying and a few other inconsequential things as we started to drive.

To divert the conversation a bit, I played tour guide on the way to our home, deviating from the shortest route to show her the pretty part of the downtown area and the bay front. She had never been to Sarasota before. When we pulled up in front of our large house Beverly's eyebrows rotated upwards to her hairline; the house is impressive. Several of my friends call it a "Wow House" because every time you see it, you go "Wow". 

I led Beverly to the guest room and set her suitcase up on a luggage rack. "Beverly I suggest you dress in casual clothes and join us on the patio. If you want you can even swim -- the pool's heated. We usually go in around cocktail time and then sit around and talk, and it's close to that time now."

"Well Jim," she said, "first please call me 'Bev'. Beverly sounds so formal and I think of my parents about to admonish me when I hear the full name. Second, a white wine would be lovely. And third, a swim sounds wonderful." She flashed me a wide smile and I pulled the door shut behind me.

Karen looked questioningly at me in the kitchen. I gave her a thumbs up sign. I checked the clock and it was four-thirty. "I think we're all going for a swim," I told Karen.

"I'll go change," she said. 

"You want your usual wine?"

"Yes, Lover," she replied as I walked behind her, letting my hand cup her beautiful ass.

I poured us three glasses of my best Sancerre wine left them on the counter and went to put my bathing suit on. Karen and I did a little kissy face and rubbed our nude bodies together before we ended our mutual tease and put on our swimwear.

I had just finished putting the wine and some cheese and crackers on the patio table when Bev Price came out and joined us. Now my eyebrows waggled. Even though she was about sixty Bev was dish. She was a beautiful petite woman with a set of envious curves in all the right places, including breasts that give only a slight sign of sag and hips that had yet to broaden. She knew she was having an effect on me because she caught me in the middle of my 'gawk' and gave me an impish smile in return to my stare. Her bathing suit looked like it was a high-end Victoria Secret model.

Karen came out. "We heat the pool. It's just right to swim in -- refreshing. Come and wash all that airplane grime off of you." She went to the deep end of the pool and created a graceful arch as she dove in. 

Bev nudged me towards the diving spot. "You go ahead and dive in. I'm going to torture myself and sneak in one tiny step at a time from the shallow end." I followed Karen into the pool creating an arch of my own as I went into the water. 

Bev inched her way into the pool. Like Karen, she had a flat tummy that actually showed her pelvic bone when she inhaled. The bra covered a generous set of breasts that displayed considerable cleavage to the gawking eye with only a hint at the age lines in her cleavage so characteristic of endowed older women. She tiptoed into the water holding her arms over her head and vocalizing little feminine "eeks" with each step she took into deeper water. She had us laughing at her approach-avoidance conflict with the water. Finally she launched herself forward into a little dog paddle -- a move that got her wet from the neck down.

"Oh this is wonderful," she said. "I might never leave this all weekend. Can we serve Thanksgiving dinner in the pool?" She had an infectious laugh that both Karen and I picked up on immediately.

I watched Karen studying her mother. The two women hadn't physically seen each other very often for years, yet they seemed comfortable with each other. I didn't sense the controlling mother image Karen had mentioned to us days earlier.

After paddling around in the refreshing water, the three of us climbed out and dried off with some pool towels I'd brought out for each of us. 

I sat down on the patio sofa and Karen came and sat next to me, pulling her legs up under her. There was no doubt that we were a couple and comfortable in each other's presence. 

"I have a question, if I may?" Bev started, "Are you two ...?"

She never got to finish her question. The door opened and Lynn came through with a big smile for all of us. She came directly to me with a kiss and hug, then kissed and hugged Karen, then turned to Beverly. "You must be Beverly. I've so looked forward to meeting you. I'm Lynn."

Bev was dumb struck -- her mouth moved as though she wanted to say something but nothing came out. For the first time since she'd arrived she was facing a situation for which life had not quite prepared her. What did she say or do? How to act? I think I was reading the perplexed look on her face accurately as a thousand questions flashed through her mind: Is Karen gay? A lesbian? No, what about Jim? Is Lynn with Jim? No Karen's with Jim, isn't she? Are they? Do they? ..."

Bev started to sputter, as she looked between Lynn, her daughter Karen, and me. I finally let her off the hook, "We live together." I then just smiled. "By the way do you like the wine?" I was laughing very hard inside again and doing a wonderful job of hiding it.

"Errr, uuuumh, aaaah, it'sssss, aaaah ... Yes, I'd like more wine." Bev downed the glass I'd given her in one gulp and sat down with a plop and a huge sigh and a continued look of puzzlement on her face. She kept looking between the three of us. I could see she was starting to dissemble the model she had posited for how her daughter lived.

Finally she said, "You mean, the three of you, errrr, you live together. Really live together?"

"Exactly mother," Karen said with a broad smile as she slipped her arm in mine again. "The three of us live here." Lynn slid up to my other side and secretly pinched my ass.

"Do you sleep together," she asked quietly.

"Yes," the three of us said almost in unison.

"Oh!" was all Bev could think to say.

I turned and engaged Lynn with a "how was your day" discussion. She was now touching me in a loving and intimate gesture. We chatted briefly.

If Bev wasn't looking at us before now she was positively locked on and staring at us as though we were circus freaks. Finally, she held out her glass for more wine. I rose and got the bottle and a glass for Lynn. 

Lynn had hitched across the couch so she could be next to Karen in my absence. I sat down where she had been and lightly touched Lynn's shoulders in an affectionate gesture.

Bev finally spoke more coherently, "You," and she looked right at me, "must be quite a man! I look forward to getting to know you better this weekend." I nodded graciously at her compliment. Bev looked at the two women and added, "And you too. You all must be special people." She looked at Karen, "And I've probably underestimated you."

To be continued.



The Extended Family Ch. 08



Chapter 8 -- Someone's Mother Joins the Menage

Beverly Price, Karen's good-looking and sophisticated sixty-year-old mother slowly recovered from her shock at discovering that her daughter was living in a threesome in which I was the participating male. After sputtering and stammering for several minutes, she finally got control of herself and could speak.

Bev looked right at me finally and said softly, "You must be quite a man! I eagerly await getting to know you better this weekend." I nodded graciously at her compliment. Bev looked at her daughter and Lynn and added, "And you too. You all must be special people." She looked at Karen, "And I've probably underestimated you."

With that she threw he hands over her face. "Oh, do I have a lot to catch up on. It's been so long since we had a real talk ..." She gave us all a silly grin then sipped her wine. "So tell me how you all met ... and, I guess, how you got together."

Everyone looked at me. I told the first part of the story, about losing my wife, my depression, and then pulling out of it enough to know I needed to help someone else. I then looked to Lynn.

Lynn told her story about leaving her abusive alcoholic husband in Ohio and fleeing to a place on the map where her dart had poked a hole in a map -- Sarasota. She told how a friend of a friend led to her meeting me first by telephone and then, a few hours later, face to face just after she pulled into the small city. She went on about how we fell for each other, and then how I used my network to get her introduced to Emptive Aerospace, where she and Karen worked.

Karen took over and waxed eloquently to her mother about Lynn's capabilities and contributions at work and how they'd become close friends almost instantly, sharing even many intimate things such as Lynn's relationship with me and her own frustration with many of her boyfriends. She told how Lynn and she had talked about Karen joining us in some significant way, even an intimate way, but they hadn't had a chance to think up anything specific. Karen spoke about how we all felt threatened when Lynn's husband appeared in the neighborhood and how she and Lynn had changed places to try to fool him. She got demurely vague at that point and just alluded to the fact that around that tense time the three of us 'connected,' and she joined our relationship.

Lynn and Karen opened up to Beverly about the many issues we'd talked about and debated prior to formalizing our threesome. They also brought up in their own words about unconditional love and the point of being committed to each others' happiness and what that meant to us.

"So you'd allow one another to have another ... errr, relationship if one of you wanted to?" Bev asked in disbelief.

I responded, "In short 'yes,' but it's complicated. For instance, I wouldn't just plunge into another relationship unless I felt it would add something to my relationship with Karen and Lynn. More than likely, we'd talk about it in some way beforehand not to restrict one another, but to explore the effects that whatever it is would have on us."

"Do you love each other equally around your triangle?" she asked. "Isn't a triangle unstable in a relationship? Doesn't jealousy play a role ,eventually?"

Lynn jumped in; "Let me talk to that. We worried about jealousy when we started. In a relationship, it comes from feeling left out, being taken advantage of, or feeling a relationship that you have with someone is threatened. We go out of our way to be sure none of us feel this way. Jim is wonderful in this regard, and we love being his girls. We really protect each other and are intentionally inclusive."

"Another thing," Karen injected flawlessly, "is that Jim totally accepts the feelings that Lynn and I have for each other. He gives us our time and intimacy together freely and willingly. I don't think he's got a jealous bone in his body." I smiled and blushed at the accolades.

"Well, I'm still in a state of shock," Bev said, "but let me tell you all that I'm jealous of the love I see between each of you. I know you had lots of other ways to put this in front of me, and you all have done it in a caring and loving way. I am grateful for your including me and for your openness."

We all migrated into the kitchen. Lynn changed to casual wear that on her always looks seductive. Add to that two bikini-clad women and I kept having impure thoughts as we prepared dinner and the four of us sat to eat beside the pool.

We had an animated discussion about relationships, pairings, bisexuality and preferences over dinner. Bev continued to be amazed at how open and communicative we were. We were all still learning from the discussion. After dinner Lynn and I took a walk to allow Karen and her mother to chat without the rest of the 'family' being around.

When we got back, we bid them goodnight and slipped into the bedroom. Lynn and I were reading in bed, both of us nude, my arm around Lynn and my hand fondling a breast when Karen finally joined us.

"You guys walk on water as far as she's concerned," Karen told us as she pulled off her bathing suit and wrap. "And I have a request Jim." She shot me one of those 'I'm-not-sure-whether-you'll-like-this?' looks.

"Try me," I said with a smile.

"I think you should romance Bev a little tomorrow while we're at work," Karen said seriously, "it would do wonders for her ego, and she confided that her love life has sucked for the past decade. Believe it or not, she has self-esteem issues. I think she needs to get laid." Lynn and I burst out laughing.

"And you think that she'll roll over and spread her legs after breakfast?" I jousted back to Karen.

"No, no. It's just that ... well, you have a knack with women you're not even aware of -- probably it's your pheromones. It might not be tomorrow, but you can get started tomorrow. What do you think Lynn?"

"I think it's a cute idea. I love your mom. She's so natural under the high fashion façade. Are you surprised by what she's like? You haven't really haven't had a deep talk with her for quite a while."

"She surprised me, particularly her vulnerability," Karen said. "I think I've been carrying some old tapes about my mother around with me for too long. I'm getting rid of them and seeing her in a new light." There was a long pause.

Both women looked at me questioningly. Finally, Karen said, "Well, will you?"

"I'll play it by ear. And you're both sure this is OK, and that any seduction I make of your mother won't hurt our relationship in any way?" 

Karen came and snuggled next to me, rubbing her erect nipples against my arm. Soon, I was fondling four breasts, and then we made love.





The Extended Family Ch. 08



We whispered a lot of sweet things to each other. I slipped a finger between us so I could massage Bev's clitoris; she jerked in about ten directions simultaneously as I made contact. She said, "Oh, my God, you're just turning me into a blithering idiot. I'll be nothing but a puddle of cum the rest of the day. How many times do you think I can cum?"

"Well I'm told by the authorities that a woman has no limit to the number of orgasms she can achieve in a day. I think the record is ten." I paused for effect, "WAIT! You've had more like two-dozen so far today. Ladies and gentlemen," I looked around the vacant room; "We have a new world's record unfolding right here before your very eyes." I bounced my hips into hers then reached and held her arm as a ref does with a winning prizefighter. She laughed and then pushed into another kiss and embrace.

"I feel like I'm discovering sex all over again," she confided. "It's been a very, very long dry spell. Thank you so much for this."

"It ain't over yet lady," I said in my mock New York cab driver's voice. I bounced her on my groin again.

We were still coupled, and I confessed that each time I bounced her on my hips I felt sufficient stimulation to believe that our bouncing some more might be a good idea. She agreed. I restarted my gentle thrusts into her and she responded from her woman-on-top position. I kept stroking her clit too.

I hardened again, and I hadn't even left her pussy. About then we shifted into second gear and started some more serious lovemaking with Bev bouncing around on top of me, her breasts swaying in a circular motion on each stroke.

We varied the pace of our lovemaking and this time we allowed time in the middle somewhere for me to romance her breasts and nipples again, and then she did my nipples and that about put me through the roof of the house. 

"Tell me about the hottest fuck you've ever had in your life?" I asked her.

"Besides today?" She laughed as she bounced hard atop my stiff cock. She told me a hot story of a threesome she and her ex-husband had with a friend some thirty years earlier. She admitted when she masturbated sometimes she closed her eyes and remembered that night.

The stimulation, story , and Bev's dirty vocabulary were all it took to bring me to a peak again. I gave her my sixty-second warning and she just nodded and picked up the pace. I crested and exploded into her again, delivering a second load of spunk to the doorstep of her cervix. I'd pulled her hips firmly onto mine so I was as deep as I could go. Both our backs were arched in our pleasure spasms and there was much pleasure moaning in the air.

Our slick bodies slid together as Bev fell onto my chest. We lavished kissed all over each other. 

Then, from the doorway, there was a brief burst of applause. Lynn and Karen both stood there with big shit-eating smiles on their faces.

"How long have you been here?" I asked, not at all embarrassed at their presence. After all, this had been their idea.

"Long enough to catch most of the second show it seems. You guys are hot," Lynn said.

Karen added, "And Mom, you never told me you had a threesome with Dad and some other person. Learn something every day. Who was it?"

Bev was working hard trying not to be embarrassed at being caught flagrant delicto atop me and still impaled on my deflating meat. "It was Don Parsons, and we all really liked each other. One night we just drank too much ... and, well, things happened."

"So you only did it once?" Karen provocatively asked.

There was a long silence, and then Bev whispered, "No, we had our threesome for about three years until Don got transferred to another City. I have many great memories of those days."

Lynn and Karen cheered and turned to each other and gave each other 'high fives'. We all laughed except Bev who was turning a nice beet color. She'd started to worry about her nudity.

"Hey, as long as you're here would one of you get us a couple of towels so we don't leave pecker tracks across the house ... and then leave us alone for a couple of minutes, thank you."

Karen stayed and relished watching her mother's blush. Lynn left and came back a moment later with two hand towels. She came right up to us, knelt and said, "I hope you saved some loving for Karen and me. We love you too." She kissed me, winked, and left the room, pulling a curious Karen behind her into the kitchen. They were giggling which I think actually made Bev feel better.

As we got up with towels held to our privates, Bev pondered, "I never thought to ask whether what we just did was OK with them. Was it?"

I responded, "Not that I wouldn't have thought of it, but today was their idea." She looked surprised.

Bev and I blotted our private areas, grabbed our clothes, and I led the way into the master shower. We giggled our way through an erotic shower talking about getting caught. I gave her Lynn's robe, and Bev disappeared to the guest room on the other side of the house. I laughed when I heard a round of applause as she passed through the kitchen.

I tossed on shorts and a shirt and sauntered out to the kitchen. Not only were Karen and Lynn there, but so were Mel and Robbie. They all gave me one of those 'we-know-what-you've-been-doing' looks. 

Mel came and gave me a full-frontal hug. "Comparing all the generations in the family are we?" she jested. "Got any favorites?"

I laughed and said, "Yes, the females." Everyone laughed. I shook Robbie's hand and welcomed him back. Someone passed me a glass of wine, and we were into cocktail time.

Mel was still hanging around my neck when Bev came out of the guest room smartly dressed in a casual ensemble that looked as though it walked off a page in Vogue. She blushed slightly as everyone turned to her.

"We've started with cocktails. Can I get you something? Oh, and let me introduce you to Robbie Winter, Mel's boyfriend."

"It looks as if you qualify in that regard too," Bev said, eyeing how intimate Mel and I appeared to be at that instant. Lynn stuck a glass of wine in Bev's hand and shot Mel a glance that told her to cool it a little. She uncoiled from me and went and hugged Bev and then Robbie. Bev relaxed noticeably after that.

"So, who's ready for a four-day weekend?" I asked. Everyone cheered and toasted one another. Suddenly, everyone started talking again, and we looked like we'd all walked out of a snapshot of a large happy family. Funny thing, I think if you'd been able to measure us all on a happiness scale, we would have all been off the chart. It was one of those days when you are aware of your contentment, and you remember it instead of other days when you were just as happy but didn't make note of the emotion.

Mel and Robbie bid us goodbye after dinner and promised to be back on Thanksgiving at noon to help with all the arrangements the women felt had to happen in order for the holiday to pass properly.

After a lot of whispering and giggling the women decided that if I were willing, I should spend the night with Bev again. I was more than happy with that idea providing Karen and Lynn were happy, and they were. Lynn whispered in my ear that they wanted to take turns playing with each other and some of the sex toys I bought a little while earlier so my absence would not be too noticed and in fact might be unwanted for a night. The two of them disappeared arm in arm.

Bev looked at me and said, "This is the most oversexed household I have ever been in -- except maybe my own years ago. Let's go fuck." She pulled me into the guest room.

And fuck we did. Ultimately, we fell asleep with smiles on our faces and in each other's arms with sticky bodies in a bedroom that smelled like sex.





The Extended Family Ch. 09



Chapter 9 - First Annual Thanksgiving Weekend Orgy Starts For Six Lovers

Bev would be my mother if Karen and I were married, and I'd spent a good portion of the day before Thanksgiving deep in her pussy sharing a new passion with this beautiful older woman. Bev was visiting us for the long weekend. Lynn and Karen, my regular consorts, had gone off to make love to each other the night before while Bev and I made love. Thanksgiving morning, I'd come back to them and we'd started the holiday off with our own unique brand of lovemaking.

Bev was prowling around the kitchen by the time the three of us got there. She ignored our afterglows and started prattling on about the size of our turkey and the stuffing and cook times and such. I went and wrapped her in my arms and French kissed her. She stopped for a minute and paid back the attention. Then, like a woman driven, she picked up where she'd left off. I politely backed out of the room as Karen and Lynn joined the cooking team.

I set up the table for the six of us carefully arranging utensils, plates and hot pads to catch all of the dishes I'd been told to expect. I got a snack to tide me over until late afternoon when the bird would be done then found some football on the television.

Robbie and Mel arrived right on time. I whispered in Mel's ear that she looked like she'd been screwing all night. She looked horrified and checked her face and clothing out in the hall mirror until she realized that I was just teasing her. She hit me in the arm and I felt the bruise for the rest of the day. That'll teach me to tell the truth.

Robbie and I watched football; I think it was Indianapolis versus Atlanta. My mind kept wandering off to the life style we'd adopted, and I was thinking about how to make it better for everyone, thus I missed part of the game. I also fell asleep for a while; I guess I needed the rest.

Mel came in and snuggled up to me for a while and closed her eyes sort of in a dreamy state. I had my arm around her and was stroking one of her fabulous breasts through the thin material of her blouse when Bev came in and watched us.

First, I thought she'd be angry, her face was totally neutral and hard to read. I didn't stop and Mel's expression showed her happiness. Finally, Bev said, "If I was in my right mind, I'd freak out. Instead I think the picture of you two is one of the prettiest and most tender sights I've seen in months." She came over and kissed me tenderly on the forehead, and then actually turned and softly kissed Mel on the lips as she napped.

I said to Bev, "Thank you for understanding, and thank you for being you and for sharing yourself with us and being open to new possibilities and structures and relationships." I squeezed her hand and gave her a tender smile.

Robbie had watched our interaction with interest. He motioned for Bev to come and join him on the sofa. She hesitated a moment then went and snuggled her small body into his large arms. He enfolded her ending with a hand firmly planted over one of her breasts. She rolled her eyes towards heaven for a second then pressed his hand into her body.

Someone scored a touchdown about then and the crowd went wild.

Karen came and took in the scene for a minute, smiled at me, winked, and returned to the kitchen. A moment later, Lynn appeared with her. They both looked at us with that tender look of happiness you have when you see the people you love enjoying themselves.





The Extended Family Ch. 09



It didn't take long before Bev fired off another orgasm ... and another ... and another. A long string of swears and dirty talk came from Bev, most of it imploring Lynn to fuck her ass. Lynn looked at me in awe at how easily Bev was cuming beneath her. Robbie had shifted and had his head under Bev's chest, sucking on her engorged breasts and nipples. I noted he was using a finger to add stimulation to her clitoris and finger her pussy. Bev fired off yet again.

I heard Mel shudder beneath Karen as she had another orgasm. Although a short time period had passed, I noted I was hard again, at least hard enough to sink my rod into Karen's pussy. I moved behind her and adjusted her pretty butt into position so I could penetrate her. As I did, she gave a muffled moan into Mel's pussy. I started thrusting into Karen, watching the action on the bed. The more I fucked her, the harder I got.

Bev eventually pleaded for mercy, and Lynn pulled out. That was after a dozen orgasms. Lynn unbuckled the strap-on and cast it aside, then cradled Bev in her arms to help her float down from her many highs. 

As Lynn held an exhausted Bev, Robbie settled in between Lynn's thighs and started to lick and suck her cunt. I marveled at how the interaction with his girlfriend's mother didn't seem to phase him. After a couple of minutes of this, Lynn pulled him beside her and then turned and straddled his buff body, shaking her breasts into his face as she did. She put on a show for the rest of us as she rode his body to three climaxes before Robbie fired off within her cunt. The rest of us applauded. Lynn waved weakly from her supine position nestled into Robbie's chest.

I'd slowed my fuck of Karen to watch the Lynn and Robbie show, but now I returned my focus to bringing her off. She delivered a climax just as I'd wanted, shuddering in spectacular form as she clutched Mel's hips. Mel's moist pussy was fully exposed to my sight picture and it was so erotic I couldn't avoid losing my load into Karen as she hit her high and milked my cock with her muscles. I think I shot ten large jets of fluid into her, noting I'd done the same thing five times earlier during the day. I was feeling like superman. Thank you Cialis.

I pulled Mel and Karen down next to me on the high pile rug beside the bed. Everyone was shot for the time being.

Karen finally stood and said to the assembled multitude, "Hey, I don't want to sleep on the floor. How can we arrange this so everyone has a bed?"

Mel said, "Robbie and I will take the guest room." The two of them struggled to their feet. Karen moved into position beside her mother, and then Lynn and I surrounded them. I told the women that I loved them and we exchanged kisses. I think we were all asleep in seconds.





The Extended Family Ch. 10



Chapter 10 -- Orgy Continues But Focuses On The Departing Lovers

It was Sunday afternoon and Beverly Price; Karen's mother was about the fly back to Boston after spending the Thanksgiving weekend with us. As the weekend had progressed, we'd created the First Annual Thanksgiving Orgy in which the six of us participated. Now, the two males of the group were going to double-team Bev at the insistence of our other lovers, so that, as Lynn put it, she'll be "bowlegged, sore, and happy when she gets on that plane, AND she'll want to come back here soon so we can do it all again."

I went and took Bev's hand and pulled her to a standing position, wrapped her in my arms and kissed her. Robbie came out of the bathroom naked and slightly erect. He walked over to Bev, and I turned her so she could be in his arms. He wrapped her up and kissed her too, pushing his hips into her small body. They stood there and kissed for a few minutes, his rod pushing between her legs as he squatted slightly; she squeezed her legs together and started to masturbate him as his cock slid against her slit.

We both led her into the guest room. Robbie peeled the t-shirt off Bev -- her only garment. The two of us worked from top to bottom and back, alternating which male was in charge of which part of her body. Bev went into her orgasmic state quite quickly. At one point, she had both of our cocks in her hands and was alternating sucking and deep-throating us. Both Robbie and I were harder than ice, our cocks standing out from our bodies at a right angle we were so excited. We were pumping fingers and hands into her body. 

I lay back on the bed and pulled Bev over my body so I could penetrate her pussy. She was floating in wetness. Every gland in her body must have been excreting fluid through her pussy. She smelled wonderful, tasted even better, and her lubrication showed her excitement. 

I gestured to Robbie to get the lube from the bedside table. Soon, I saw him grease up his erection and snuggle up behind Bev. I pulled her down on me and spread her cheeks so he could see his target. He worked right into bud; Bev's eyes shot wide open! "OH MY GOD," she exclaimed in a near scream. Robbie sank into her tunnel in about two strokes. 

Bev fired off an orgasm and was moaning and groaning. Then, she started to talk, telling us what it felt like and how she liked our double penetration. "Oh, I am so full of cock. I love this. I want everyone's cum to cover me from head to foot. I love having a cock in my ass while I have one in my cunt. Oh God, I am so fucked. Fuck my cunt; fuck my ass. Make me cummmmmmmmmmm." And we did; over and over and over again.

Finally, I couldn't last any longer and I fired off into Bev's pussy during one of her climaxes. I could feel her contractions around my cock, more so than usual because of the pressure from Robbie's cock being inside her.

I pulled out of her pussy after my spasms had passed and slid from beneath her. Robbie pulled her butt in the air and pushed her head down to the bed and started to really pound into her ass. I know he could have done it harder, but I could see the tenderness and how he treated this woman he cared for. He wanted to give her pleasure not pain.

Bev was screaming in delight and passion as he pounded. Sweat covered both their brows. Finally, Robbie announced he would fill her channel with so much cum it would leak out of her for a week. I urged them on. Bev came, and Robbie erupted, yanking her hips into his loins in about six colossal thrusts. The two of them then fell flat, Robbie falling atop Bev's back.

I slipped out.of the bedroom and got three warm washcloths. Robbie and I cleaned up Bev after doing ourselves. Bev groaned over and over as we tended to her body. The two of us again licked and sucked all over her body. She massaged both our cocks. At one point she told us, "I want to remember this moment forever, holding two cocks in my hand and being able to suck both of them and know they've been in every hole in my body. You guys make me so decadent. I'm your slut forever. Just fuck me and keep fucking me; don't ever stop."

At my suggestion, I left a hickey on Bev's right breast and Robbie did one on her left. We told her when she looked in the mirror she'd remember this weekend and want to come back and be our sex slave again. She smiled wanly and clutched our heads to her bosoms. I told her I didn't want her to wear any underwear for the rest of the year; with every cool breeze or breath of air that rose beneath her, I wanted her to remember this weekend and how she was our slut -- our sex object. I wanted her to remember every fuck and every orgasm we'd given her, and how we expanded her sexual horizons.

I gently flipped Bev onto her front and climbed atop her legs. I started to give her a massage. Fortunately, there was some lotion in the bedside table. My massages are something that I've been told I'm good at. I showed Robbie some of the key points in doing an erotic massage so that he could try the technique on Mel. Bev just groaned in unbelievable happiness as I hit spot after spot on her body, often bending and kissing her back or neck. My rising cock slid back and forth on her thighs as I worked.

I rolled a towel up and placed it under Bev's forehead so that I could work on a different set of neck muscles as well as massage her scalp. Bev's frosty blond hair was spread out all over the bed when I'd finished. She had such a sexy mane of hair.

Robbie and I switched places, and he tried some of the techniques on Bev that I was just showing. His rising rod also nestled between her butt cheeks and drove towards her ass as he worked her over. After we'd exhausted ourselves pleasing her back, we flipped her over and massaged her front, starting with her legs and arms, and then moving into her face, neck, and trunk. 

Finally, we both started to use our tongues again moving up and down her body as she groaned and writhed beneath us. As often as she could, she'd grab our cocks and try to suck on them. Finally, she got hold of my cock and told me to sit still beside her head. She leaned over me and wrapped her hair around my cock and then grasped my wrapped up package; my God what a sensation to fuck her hair. She would have had me cum in her hair, but I told her we had other tasks to accomplish that afternoon.

I signaled to Robbie that he should mount her; I whispered in his ear that we would tag team her. He grinned at me as he pulled her legs apart and slowly slid his long prong into her body. Bev pulled her legs up to afford him maximum penetration. He started slowly, but then built up speed. 

I was turned on so much by watching the two of them fuck right next to me, I kept masturbating with Bev's hair around my cock. I kept smoothing Bev's breasts and occasionally reaching to her clit too. As Robbie's speed build up, Bev started her little orgasms, each one accompanied by a rising series of "ohhhhhs" and "ahhhhhs" as it built and exploded in her body.

Robbie signaled to me for a switch, and the two of us changed places. I moved in and penetrated Bev's pussy taking advantage of all the cum and girl fluids she was jetting to sink to my full depth instantly. I picked up where Robbie had left off, maintaining the rapid pace he'd developed. 

Bev's eyes shot open at the change. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

Robbie was running his tongue around one of Bev's ears as she popped off a climax. This woman was worth writing about; I'd never seen such a multi-orgasmic person. Her moans, shrieks and groans filled the house; I was sure the crowd in the living room could hear her every sound.

When I felt an impending orgasm, I signaled to Robbie and we switched again. Bev's eyes popped open again; "Oh, I know what you two are doing. You're out to totally destroy me. I'll never be able to walk again! You two are evil devils. Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck. Fuck me, harder, harder, harder!"

Robbie sank in and picked up at the same pace again. Bev moaned and writhed beneath him in another orgasm, her legs wavered in the air and pulled back almost to her chest. Her breasts shook in a circular motion in time with his thrusts. More amazing was that Bev was actively returning our thrusts; she was not passive in the least in our lovemaking session.

Robbie and I switched places again after about five minutes. He rolled his eyes and said softly, "Next time, I'll be done." I nodded and kept thrusting into her writhing body. I couldn't help but look at Robbie's cock. It had swollen to over ten inches in length and turned purple he was so stimulated. Bev's pussy juices and the cum from our earlier session covered his shaft. He occasionally stroked it to keep it at its peak hardness.

When I again felt an imminent orgasm, I jerked myself out of Bev causing her another orgasm. Robbie thrust into her hard, very hard. Bev shrieked but yanked him into her with her legs. Robbie instantly shifted into high gear. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, and probably the house. Bev practically shouted at each thrust. She seemed locked in one long, extended, orgasm.

Suddenly, Robbie exploded into her body; he pulled her body into his as he crashed down on top of her. Bev cried out in the pleasure that had been building for over forty minutes. 

As he came down from his high, he rolled off Bev and I instantly took his place. My own cock was also purple in color and demanding that I cease the self-inflicted denial of my own orgasm. I started pounding into Bev. Her legs wrapped behind me and pulled me even harder into her body on each thrust I made. Her cries and shrieks started again, punctuated with her saying provocative things to me: "You are a sexy lover. I love having two dicks fucking me; I never want it to stop. I love your dick right now. Your cock is rubbing my clit and G-spot. Thrust harder. I want your cum. I want all the cum in my cunt now. Bring it to me. Fuck me lover. Fuck me harder. Now. Now. Now."

My orgasm was explosive and almost painful since I had waited so long and provided so much stimulation to my rod. I could feel a dozen jets of my semen surge into Bev's cunt, adding to the fluid Robbie had deposited only minutes earlier. I think my back arched for over a minute as I pushed into Bev and savored my orgasm. Beneath me, I felt Bev's spasms and writhing as she crested again, her cries of pleasure reaching a crescendo in the hot afternoon. 

I fell atop Bev, and we rolled to our sides, kissing and fondling as we did. Robbie nestled behind Bev nuzzling into her neck and whispering what a wonderful lover she was. 

Bev cried, "You guys are magnificent. I may bring all my friends down to try you two." She paused, "On second thought, no, I think I'll keep you all to myself. I've never been fucked like this, and I thought I'd done some pretty sexy stuff in my life, but this was ... was ... way, way over the top. This was soooooo much better than what we did thirty years ago! I'll be thinking of nothing but this for years."

Our breathing returned to normal, and we regained feeling in all the right parts of our bodies over the next few minutes. I glanced at the bedside clock and saw that it was 3:00 p.m. "I think it's time for a shower so you don't miss your plane."

Bev said, "Oh, I've decided to stay in this bed and fuck the two of you until death overtakes me." She reached down and fondled my flaccid cock. I felt the twinges of let's-do-it-again, but knew I wasn't up to the task. I shook my head at her; Robbie shook his head too. We were both cooked for a while.

I grabbed a nearby hand towel and passed it to Bev so she could blot our juices as she stood and pranced to the guest bathroom. As the three of us opened the door, three other women were sitting at the kitchen counter looking at our tired and naked bodies. They broke into applause and cheering; I bowed and went into the bath followed by the rest of my fuck team.

Robbie and I washed every crevice and fold of Bev's beautiful body. She stood for a while with her head heavenward, and her eyes closed as we pawed over her with womanly soap and lotions. Robbie gave her an erotic shampoo.

We pulled ourselves out of the warm shower, dried ourselves and then took turns drying Bev's beautiful hair, brushing it out with the hair dryer going full tilt. We fawned all over her body, saying goodbye to its magnificence for the present. Bev remained nude all this time, delaying as long as she could, hiding her body from us.

We finished about 3:25 pm, and oversaw her dressing again in her traveling clothes. She again looked like the fashion blade that she was, her long skirt hiding her beautiful legs and pussy. For a top, she wore a thin silky white blouse with no bra. He nipples were erect. She slipped on a colorful vest and looked at us, "Well I can't have other men fawning over my body or knowing that I won a fuck contest this afternoon." She embarrassed herself. Bev came and kissed me; she whispered in my ear, "You know, I'm not wearing any underwear, and I won't until I see you again." She kissed me and ran her tongue over my lips. We shared a very passionate yet tender kiss.

Robbie and I somehow got dressed too. We helped Bev finish packing the last of her things and took her suitcase out to the car. 

Bev had teary goodbyes with Mel, Lynn, and Robbie. Karen and I drove her up the Tamiami Trail to the Sarasota airport. Bev said, "Don't come in. I just want to be dropped curbside. Then go, otherwise I'll create a very teary scene in the airport, and I don't want to do that."

I nodded, and at the airport I pulled curbside into an available space near departures. A porter came and checked in Bev's bag while Karen hugged and kissed her mother goodbye. Both were crying and pawing each other in a nice, family, public way. After that, Bev turned to me.

"Oh, God knows, I'm going to miss you in a really big way." Bev's tears started again. "I had such a ... good time. How can I ever thank you?" She thought for a moment and then asked, "Can I come back? There's just such love and caring between you all," she sobbed, and then grinned through her tears, "Plus, the sex was good ... very good too. NO, it was MAGNIFICENT!" Other people turned to look at us as her last word carried along the check-in area.

Bev threw herself into my arms and showered me with kisses. I returned the favor quite willingly. Finally, she pulled herself away, took a look at me at arm's length with a tear in each eye, and then gave Karen a loving look, turned and walked away into the airport carrying her large purse. Karen and I held one another until the door slid shut behind her. We got in the car and headed for home.

"Mission accomplished!" Karen told me as we left the airport.

"How's that?" I asked, unsure what her statement meant.

"Well, she was sore in all the right places, walking slightly bowlegged, and after her tears of goodbye pass she'll have a smile on her face that will last at least until Christmas. You two guys turned her every which way but loose. The three of us kept listening at the door."

I grinned at Karen. She grinned back and added, "Oh, by the way, I'm putting you and Robbie on notice that I want to be the star in your next threesome. Maybe we should even make our own pornographic movie. Wow, what a thrill that'd be to watch when things are slow. Anyway, your threesome sounded too good to miss in this lifetime." She reached over and ran her hand up my thigh to my recovering dongle. We both laughed.





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Finally, at her instigation we allowed ourselves to slip over the edge of the high precipice we'd built. We both came in a blindingly passionate moment looking deep into each other's eyes. I could feel Mel's muscles deep within her clenching and releasing my cock. She could feel every jet of fluid I delivered to her. Mel actually ejaculated a small amount of fluid that covered our merged hips. I carefully wiped up some of it and licked my fingers as she watched.

Only then did we kiss - just one soul-searing, sun-surface hot kiss. We pulled apart. Mel made a pad of Kleenex, and put it in her thong as she dressed. She explained, "I want to keep your cum in me for a while; I want to remember and maybe even taste it later." I moved to kiss her, but she gently pushed me away. "No. It wouldn't equal the kiss we just had down there," she gestured to the bed we'd just loved in. "I'll remember THAT for the month." She finished dressing and slipped out the door. I finished dressing too and walked to the other room to join the others.

Karen, Lynn, and Robbie were sitting in the living room. Karen and Lynn were each wearing a long t-shirt and had that freshly fucked look on their faces; for that matter Robbie had the same look. We smiled happily at each other. Mel went to Karen and Lynn and hugged and talked quietly with each woman saying her goodbyes. I didn't intrude since this was her time. I'd just had my sacred time with her.

Mel and Robbie bid their goodbyes, but not before I'd made sure it was all right with Mel if we borrowed Robbie for a few nights over the next few weeks to help create an "experience" for Karen and Lynn. She smiled and said, "Gladly. I just want to hear about every detail -- and I mean every detail. And, of course, at Christmas, it's my time!" She grinned, blew us all a kiss, and then Robbie and Mel left us.

Karen, Lynn, and I sat on the sofa finally alone at the end of the long weekend. We looked at each other and sighed. Half an hour later, we were in bed nude, asleep, and cuddled comfortably into each other.

The next morning, I went to the beach about six o'clock to do my meditation. I felt a great peace and harmony with the Universe even as I arose, dressed, and drove to the beach. I hit a deep metaphysical state during my meditation almost as though I'd been able to reach out and touch the power in lightning without dying. When I came back to this reality, I felt an even greater feeling of peace and love wash over me. God and I were one for the first time in a long while. The message I remembered most of all said, "You are loved." 



The Extended Family Ch. 11



Chapter 11 -- Karen's Sister and Brother-In-Law Join In

"She's doing what?!!!" Rachel shouted into the telephone to her mother Bev Price.

Carl, her husband, looked up with concern on his face and tried to figure out what was being said by listening to only one side of the conversation between his wife and her mother. He was feeding their two-year old who sat in a high chair with mashed carrots all over her face. Three other older children sat nearby watching cartoons on television.

Rachel went on, "And what's his name?" Pause to listen to answer. Carl relaxed a little; he figured Karen, Rachel's sister, was getting it on with some strange man. He scrapped some carrots off the toddler's face.

"And he lives with Karen AND this other woman?" Pause for a long answer. Carl's ears perked up -- a man living with two women. Now here was a guy he'd like to meet.

"And YOU'RE in love with him TOO?!!!" Even longer pause. Now, Carl paid rapt attention and wished he could hear the other side of the conversation. He thought of his mother - a beautiful pert woman approaching sixty that always looked as though she stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine. She stayed in shape, really in shape; from time to time, usually around her visits, he'd even court fantasies of having sex with her. 

"MOTHER!! HOW COULD YOU?" Rachel said loudly into the portable phone as she tried to leave the room so the children couldn't hear even her side of the conversation. Carl sat with the toddler, his imagination now running wild. Had Bev been in a three-way, or, if he pieced the bits of conversation together, a four-way? Wow! Bev often had surprises, but this one might be the best of all since he'd married her oldest daughter twelve years earlier. 

Carl tried to listen to the distance conversation, but all he could hear now were the overtones of Sponge Bob Square Pants on the nearby television. He'd quiz Rachel later after the kids were in bed. He wondered if she'd be turned on by something her Mother did? He conjured up some erotic ideas based on the little information that he'd heard. 





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Rachel, Lynn, and I shifted so we were more erect and could watch the sex show to which we had now become voyeurs. I commented to Rachel, "Did you know your sister is multi-orgasmic; so is your mother? Both of them can cum a dozen or two times in an evening."

"Oh, my God," Rachel said softly, "how do they do that? I think Carl's brought me off twice in a night ... and then, tonight you two got me to three. I'm really content. Twelve ... I'd be in heaven. " The sound of Karen having yet another orgasm reached them along with a soft mewing sound from Bev who we'd ignored until that instant. Bev had straddled Carl's hips; his long erection planted firmly in her pussy. Bev was riding him for all she was worth, her breasts rotating in synch with her bounces on his prick. 

"That little mew was Bev having a climax," I whispered to her daughter.

"I REALLY want to know how they do THAT," Rachel whispered back with a touch of humorous sarcasm.

"Relax and watch them," I said as he slid down her body again.

"Oh, are you sure you want to do that?" Rachel exclaimed. "I mean, you just came in there a few minutes ago, and I haven't washed."

"You'll taste divine. You'll taste of us, and I'll like that." I responded. "Just cuddle with Lynn and enjoy what I do. If you feel you can cum then do so, but don't feel you have to. Just enjoy the sensations. Watch the others -- it's very erotic."

I made love to Rachel's breasts again, spending many minutes tonguing and lapping each one. While a nipple is a sensation center, so is an areola, and I spent equal time loving these areas of this new woman in his life. I pinched, fondled, pushed, pulled, bit, tongued, and licked all over Rachel's upper body. I could see she'd relaxed with her eyes closed most of the time. She'd open them and watch her sister or mother in the midst of their fucks as their sounds indicated yet another climax.

I could feel Rachel climbing the sexual response curve. She was nearing the same state I could get Karen in frequently. I led her to the brink and hadn't even gone near her pussy yet. Then, I thrust three fingers into her cunt, suddenly making sure I dragged my entire hand and wrist across her clit. The moan and arched back along with the shallow panting told me she'd crested, but I didn't let her come off the pinnacle she'd reached.

Instead, I shifted his attention to her pussy, now moving my fingers in and out of her orifice in an extremely rapid manner. I became awash in her fluids, and her whole body shuddered. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned over and over again; her knees came to her chest as she opened herself to my attentions. Another climax arrived less than a minute after the last one. Again, I didn't abate my attentions, now smothering the region with my entire mouth and sucking fluids and cum from her tunnel, my tongue going wild in her cunt with an emphasis on the erect nub I knew to be her clit.

Rachel went to heaven. Her back arched yet again ... and again ... and again, in her paroxysm of pleasure. I'd managed to transport her to the land of the nearly continuous orgasms. She'd shriek, moan, groan, squeak, swear, and pant as she transformed into anything but a normal woman. She became hungry for cock, for sex, for sexual contact, for rough handling, and Lynn and I gave it to her. 

Eventually, I thrust my cock back into her cunt and started to pump; she rose to meet my motions. I banged into her hard this time, our bodies pounding together, the sound echoing across the deck and attracting the attention of the others. We heard Karen pop off again, and a few seconds later Bev.

Rachel had two orgasms as I pounded into her. I heard some whispering and comments behind me then Robbie touched my shoulder. I nodded and jerked my cock out of Rachel. Robbie immediately sank his long, slick cock into Rachel's pussy. He picked up the rapid pace where I had left off. Rachel's eyes popped open at the switch, but she made no complaint or effort to break off the fuck. 

I told Robbie, "Take her all the way if you can." He nodded agreement. I could see that he had a lot of stamina left although Karen had been riding him most of the time since our small orgy had started. Rachel had an orgasm, but Robbie continued unfazed by the event. He varied the pace a little, pulling all the way out, waiting ten seconds and then sinking deep into her. She popped off again with a sudden shriek. 

I turned and went to Mel who had been left alone on the chaise. She held her arms up to welcome me and spread her legs in obvious welcome to my still rock hard cock. I carefully slid into her arms and into her body, burying myself to the hilt again. Mel was tighter than Rachel and I had to admit more velvety within her cunt. She allowed her body to swallow me up, and we made warm tender love to each other; a shift from the raw passion I'd been delivering to Rachel only a few seconds before.

"Cum in me, pleeeeease," Mel cooed in my ear. "I want your love fluids in me. I love you so much." She hugged me and we kissed tenderly and deeply, my ego inflating at the thought of having this nineteen-year old in love and lust with my fifty-five-year old hulk. We built to our orgasms together and reached a state of bliss in short order, our backs arching into each other, our kisses raining down on one another. I professed my love to Mel with no hesitation or equivocation.

As we floated down, she whispered in my ear to turn around and look at Bev, Karen, and Carl. They shifted to their sides so they could watch both of the other groups on the patio. Robbie still thrusted into Rachel while Lynn helped deliver sexual bliss with her mouth and hands. We could hear Rachel's sounds of each climax.

Karen had replaced Bev on Carl's long cock. She was bouncing on it much as Bev had been a while earlier in the evening. Carl was getting to fuck his mother and sister-in-law on the same glorious night. As Karen bounced on his cock, squeaking off little orgasms, Bev kissed Carl's upper body and rubbed her hands down to his cock and tits. This was one stimulated man. We heard her say she wanted to sit on his face sometime and have him eat her out. 

As flagged as I was, that comment by Bev made me stir; Mel returned my little surge with one of her own. We kissed, and Mel said, "I'd like you to eat me out sometime soon too. This morning's 'bout is all but forgotten." She grinned at me and reminded me of how we awoke together and less than an hour later opened the day with a beautiful love making session down on the beach after I had finished my daily meditation session.

Suddenly, we could hear Carl warn of his second cuming. Karen had always displayed a natural knack with Robbie and me of creating a simultaneous orgasm, and she didn't fail to sense and respond to Carl in the same way. The two of them threw their bodies into each other as they reached their zenith of pleasure. Their two cries of pleasure erupted into the night and floated across the bay. Karen collapsed into Carl's arms; Bev slid beside the lovers and they became a pile of bodies sated with sex.

Perhaps in response, we heard Robbie say to Rachel, "OK, you're about to get a bucket of my cum deep in your pussy ... and ... it's ... cuming ... right ... NOW!" His back arched, and we could tell he'd started sending jets of his male juices into her body. Rachel crested too, emitting yet another squeak and shriek. Robbie fell into her arms, and the two of them started into a long series of alternating passionate and tender kisses. 

Rachel had enjoyed the "royal treatment" that evening. I expected that she'd be complaining of a sore vagina if not tonight, then in the morning. Carl's rod also had a workout more energetic than the usual twice a week screw couples of their age reportedly thought was average; maybe he'd be sore too.

I pulled away from Mel with her blessing and a kiss, and went and replaced Robbie as he rose from Rachel's arms. Rachel looked questioningly at me. I pulled her up and led her into the pool, allowing her to move into the warm water at her own pace. When we were finally floating in the pool, I pulled her to me and kissed her tenderly. I asked in a deeply caring manner, "Are you OK with all that just happened? I understand this is not your standard fare."

Rachel wrapped her legs around my waist as we floated in the water, a move that pushed her hairy pussy against my flaccid cock. "Oh, I'm much better than OK with this." I could see her grin in the night just before she kissed me. "I've made love to three men today, my husband this morning and you two men tonight. More than that, I know you all care about me. Robbie and you are both ... considerate lovers. Thank you for starting this week with such a bang." She grinned and thrust her hips into me.

I laughed, "Not again! I'm afraid I'm not your man."

She snickered, "I know; I watched Mel and your love making. I can tell you both really love each other. And I've also watched you with my sister ... AND my mother ... AND Lynn and I've concluded you love all of them deeply, passionately, and with all your body, heart, and soul. I hope, when I leave, you feel that way about me." We kissed again and held each other as she put her head on my chest, and we floated weightlessly in the dark water and looked up at the starlit sky. I professed my early love for her.

Eventually, Carl and Karen slid into the pool. Interestingly enough, Bev went over and cuddled in with Mel. Lynn and Robbie were holding each other on the other chaise. I suggested to Rachel in a whisper, "Make sure Carl's OK. He's just watched two guys fuck you, and although he was fucking some new pussy his brain might be a little fried. I'll be glad to talk him through any strange feelings he's having if you feel awkward doing it yourself." 

I gave Rachel a little nudge to Carl, and she floated away to me. I heard her say to him, "Oh, you big beautiful man, I love you so. Thank you for bringing me here. Come and cuddle with me, Lover." The two of them embraced and floated together down to the deep end, little whispers between the two of them reaching the others occasionally.

I went over to Karen and pulled her to me. "I love you dearly. I hope you feel loved and not consumed by all this."

"Oh Jim," she said as she threw herself into my arms, "I love you so. I've never felt so much myself as I do when you're around, when everyone is around. I love this. The sex is great, and I always feel so loved before, during, and afterwards by you. How could I not love all this?" 

Our nude bodies pressed together as we kissed. I never tired of her pert round breasts pressing into my chest. I always found it so erotic; it always made my libido stir and tonight was no exception. Karen reached down and toyed with my flaccid penis; "Anything left in there?" she asked. 

I responded, "Not for a while. This ride is temporarily closed for routine maintenance. Hey, who're you sleeping with tonight. How about a hot date?"

"I'd be delighted. I could be easily persuaded to slide away with you right now. I think all the serious lovemaking is done for the night. Seems like five women wore three men out, and vice versa."

Karen and I mounted the pool steps and stood kissing each other as we drip-dried in the warm evening air. After a while, we whispered goodnight to few of our other lovers and went in the house and went to bed. Bev and Lynn joined us in the large bed a little later. Bev told me Mel and Robbie were in the guest room, and that Rachel and Carl had found their way to the bed in my den. We were a satisfied group.



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Chapter 12 -- The Eight Bring Orgasms to a Whole New Level

I awoke the next morning amidst three exhausted naked women. What a pleasant way to wake up. I was thankful that life had given me this life style. I pulled on some sweats over my naked body and tiptoed towards the garage, but then paused with a thought. I went back and picked up another sweat suit.

I went to my den and cracked up the door. The hall light illuminated Carl and Rachel sleeping comfortably on the large pullout bed. Fortunately, Rachel was near the door. I went and knelt by her and leaned in and kissed her. She woke up slowly and opened her eyes and looked at me. "Jim? What?" she whispered.

"Come with me," I said back in a whisper. Carl didn't stir.

Rachel's gorgeous naked body slid from beneath the sheet and came into the hall with me. I embraced her and kissed her again; she was most agreeable but had a questioning look on her face. 

"Here, put these on." I handed her the sweats, and she slipped into them. "I'm going to take you for what I hope is an extraordinary experience." I led her to the car, and we drove to the beach. As we drove in the dark, I told her about my daily meditation time, my quiet time, at the beach each morning. She nodded and stifled a yawn still unsure what the morning held.

At the beach, I carried a blanket, and led her barefoot in the almost dark down to the water's edge. We sat next to each other and meditated for a while. Even as I approached my trance state I felt I connected with Rachel on a deep spiritual level. Somehow without breaking my trance I looked at her occasionally and she was sitting erect and alert but with her eyes closed; she and I were one. When I finished, I waited for her and then she joined me back in this level of consciousness.

"You're happy," I said. "And Carl too. You hope there's more of what we did today."

"Yes, how did you know? You're statement was so positive."

"I touched your mind with mine while we were here. If you think about it, you'll know what I feel too. Go ahead."

She paused a second then quietly said in a relaxed and knowing voice, "You love me." She looked deep into my eyes with the sunrise behind us.

"Yes, I do," I moved and pulled her up. Together we walked to the dunes. I spread the blanket out.

"Are you going to make love to me?" Rachel asked already knowing the answer to the question.

"Yes, we will connect on another level -- just the two of us." I pulled our clothes from our bodies, embracing her when she stood nude in front of me again.

We knelt and then fell to the blanket in each other's arms. Our lovemaking wasn't rushed and did not arise from being horny. Instead, we coupled because two souls on this planet wanted, no needed, a deeper connection with each other -- we needed to rekindle a spiritual bond we had forged only moments earlier. There was no doubt as to why we were there -- it was to seal our love for one another.

I slid into Rachel's body, and we moved together, gently thrusting into each other as we showered kisses over our torsos, neck, breasts and faces. We orgasmed together and just lay together as though we were still making love, still kissing and whispering love words to each other.

Eventually, it seemed as though our time was up and so we dressed, collected the blanket, and drove home. As usual, the house was still quiet when we got home. I said, "Go to Carl."

"No," Rachel said, "I want you to hold me some more. Suddenly, I find I love not one man but two, and I want to spend some serious time with the new love of my life." She held her arms out to me.

We went into the living room, and Rachel cuddled into me. I stopped her. "Take your suit off. Be naked with me." She nodded.

A minute later our two naked bodies were cuddled together on the sofa. I smoothed her chest, and she stroked my body; we kissed frequently.

"Tell me about loving two people at the same time," Rachel said softly.

I said, "Well, it's really easy in one sense and hard in another. It's hard because you want to please everyone. It's easy because you feel this great affection for everyone you love. If they feel the same way, it's all easier because you ignore any imbalances that occur from minute to minute or even day to day or week to week."

"What do you mean 'imbalances'?" Rachel asked after she kissed me again.

"Well, I just made love to you. That means the other people I love didn't get to be with me this morning: Karen, Lynn, Bev, and Mel. So this morning the scale tipped in your favor, but none of them will feel badly about it; in fact, they'll be grateful that we had some private time together without the group. You'll see. Each woman knows what it's like to have time alone with her lover -- Robbie, Carl, or me. I encourage them to have their private time with others too; for instance, Robbie's become a skilled and considerate lover and he does love each of them deeply. He's really enthralled with your mother despite their thirty-five-year difference in ages."

I went on, "We'll re-dress any imbalances in two ways. First, we'll just be ourselves and sooner or later we'll all have private time together in every which way. It may take a couple of weeks, but we know it'll smooth out. Second, if someone feels out of balance, they're not shy about saying so. We have an expression --'my bucket is empty' -- or something akin to that, to signal to one of us that she or he wants some alone time with that person."

"Wow," Rachel said, "you have really thought this all through."

"No, we're making it up as we go along. Nancy, my first wife, taught me a lot about loving and keeping her bucket full. We had a full, beautiful life and for a few years we had another person that she loved deeply while she loved me. I'll tell you more about it sometime. I guess you know that Nancy died of cancer about two years ago. I had a long, often drunken depression before I found myself again; I found Lynn about the same time and then your sister. I love them deeply as I find I'm loving you." I kissed Rachel very tenderly again.

We sat for a long time talking quietly and then heard rustling from the master bedroom. Bev came out of the bedroom naked. She came and snuggled into my other side, demanding several kisses before she settled down with her head on my shoulder. 

After a while she said, "Did you make love to Rachel at the beach?"

"Yes, we did," I replied softly.

"Good," she said then was quiet for a long time. "I hope you made it beautiful for her."

"He did," Rachel answered for me; she had a new enthusiasm in her voice.

Lynn appeared a few minutes later, her beautiful nude body glimmering in the morning light. She slid up behind Rachel and cuddled into her. Rachel responded by pulling Lynn into her and putting her arm around her. They kissed.

Karen came later, a pretty ribbon in her long tousled dark hair but otherwise naked. She sat at my feet and let Bev and I surround her with our legs so she didn't feel left out of our large group hug. She tossed her long locks of hair into my groin area with a kinky grin then quieted down.

A naked Mel arrived and cuddled up to Bev who put her arm around her and kissed her tenderly. Robbie came up behind Lynn, kissing her and Rachel as he leaned in to embrace the two women. 

We all sat for a long time just content in each other's presence. Finally, Carl appeared. He was the only one wearing clothes; he had on a pair of boxers. He stood for the longest time looking at the tableau on the sofa before him. He smiled warmly, slipped his shorts off, and spooned behind Mel; the two of them kissed gently to welcome the morning. He'd read the mood of the day correctly.





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Karen scooted across the bed and pulled the lubricants from the bedside table. She said, "I'll show you first so you can see it done and know that it won't hurt. I really like it occasionally." 

She opened a tube and squeezed some of the slick substance directly onto my swollen cock, rubbing it in with her other hand. She passed me the tube and then bent over and raised her ass to me. I added some lube in the area of her pucker, pushing some inside her with one finger. Rachel watched with great interest, slowly rubbing her clit with one hand.

I moved behind Karen, placed my rod in position and gently thrust into her dark cavity. Karen moaned and popped off a small orgasm. "Oooooooooh," she moaned as I started to move in and out of her body, "that feels wonderful. Fuck my ass. Harder. You can do it harder. Rachel, suck my tits -- hard. Stroke my clit. Oh shit, this is great. Ooooooooooh!" Karen started her erotic and seductive 'dirty talk,' as we called it. Rachel seemed impressed as she darted under her sister and started to suck her pendulous breasts and nipples, one hand stroking Karen's clit.

"You know you can finger fuck her," I said to Rachel as I thrust into Karen. 

I could feel Rachel's digits moving into her sister's cunt and moving around. Karen went into orbit, having her most powerful orgasm of the week! "Oh God, fuck me you guys. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my ass. Ooooooooh. I'm ... going ... to ... to ... to ... cum!" Karen shrieked at the top of her lungs -- "Fuuuuuuuuuuck," and then spasmed, jetting her girl juice all over Rachel's hands and the bed. She kept jerking wildly beneath me as the various parts of the climax hit her body. Finally, she jerked her body from my cock and panting wildly she fell flat on the bed - away from Rachel. Gasping, she said, haltingly, "I ... can't ... talk ... WOW ... won ... der ... ful."

Rachel looked at me with wonder; "You did THAT to my sister. I can hardly wait."

I pulled Rachel in front of me. She was ready, willing, and able as she knelt and looked over her shoulder at me. "Remember, I'm a virgin," she whispered.

My cock was still hardened steel, except now it was purple in color. I applied a layer of lube to it again as well as to Rachel's pucker. I pushed a finger deep into her; Rachel's back arched and she panted wildly for a few seconds. "Ooooooh, dear," she exclaimed.

I put my cock at the opening I'd just created and slowly pushed into her. I whispered to her, "Relax, relax, relax. Think of opening yourself to me ... of not rejecting this approach though it's unconventional. Relax." I felt her body release some tension beneath me, and I could sink slowly into her opening, finally bottoming out as I pushed to the extreme.

"Oh dear God, oh dear God, oh dear God," Rachel kept repeating. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh, don't stop, just go slow, go slow. Oh wow. WOW!" Gradually she got used to the fullness and my deep penetration of her body. I just held still to let her get used to it. She was moving around, so I maintained the stimulation I needed.

Karen still lay panting beside us, watching Rachel accept me into her virgin ass. Finally, she said to Rachel, "After this is done, you'll have a whole new outlook on sex and whole new hole to fuck with. I'm still having little orgasms just lying here." She grabbed her pussy and held it tight as another sensation apparently washed through her body.

I pulled partway from Rachel and then pushed back into her. A whole new series of vocal statements erupted from her lips. I repeated the process ... and again ... and again. Suddenly, I felt her cum as well. It started deep within her, her muscles clenched together and spasmed around me, her back arched, and she rose up on her hands and froze, not breaking contact with me. Her breath got short, and she let out a squeal of joy as it washed through her. "Ooooooh WOW," she said loudly.

I started thrusting into her more ardently figuring that she was getting used to the sensations and fullness. I wasn't entirely right. She had another climax almost immediately, repeating the process she'd done only moments earlier. I allowed her to quiet down, rest and recuperate from the event, then started again; sixty seconds later she had another orgasm. "Ooooooooooh," she moaned loudly through her gasps, "I ... keep ... cuming ... I ... keep ... having ... orgasms ... this ... is ... really ... ooooooooooh fuck."

I started again, this time intent on not stopping when she orgasmed. She did, and I didn't; the result was that I drove her to an even higher plane. She squealed with joy and delight with her most significant event of the night.

I kept pulling and pushing into Rachel's ass. Now, she was into it and starting to move her body in sync with mine -- making sure I drove deep into her. She fired off again ... and again. 

Karen moved partway under Rachel and captured one of her breasts, sucked, and bit on the hanging nipple. In combination, with my more energetic strokes, Rachel popped off a big one. In response to the noise no doubt, I noticed Carl and Mel appear at the door of the bedroom; both were nude -- Mel looked so inviting. Mel was stroking Carl's cock.

I pounded into Rachel now as Karen attacked her clit. I said to Karen, "Put your fingers in her cunt. Make her cum the way you did."

Through Rachel's peritoneum I could feel Karen's digits press into Rachel and expand. Karen started pumping, but that was all it took to fire not only Rachel into a massive orgasm but also me. I screamed my arrival and made several thrusts into her ass as the jets of my cum shot into her tunnel. Rachel also screamed and collapsed beneath me; I followed her down -- our sweaty bodies locked together.

We lay there panting. Karen stroked the two of us and whispered words of love to us. I looked at Carl whose jaw was hanging open. "Come here, Carl!" I commanded. "Hold your wife. She just had an amazing experience, if I read her emotions correctly."

Carl approached the bed with Mel close behind. He knelt next to the prone Rachel as I extracted my deflating cock from her ass. "Are you OK hon?" he asked softly, gently touching her back.

"Oh, Wow!" Rachel exclaimed happily, "You won't believe what I've learned to do tonight. I am going to rock your world until we DIE!" She had the biggest smile on her face. She reached out to me and grabbed my hand and clutched it to her breast as she leaned up and kissed Carl. 

She exclaimed further, "I knew people did this, and I thought it was dirty. Well, it may be dirty, but it feels won ... der ... ful, and you are going to learn how to do this to me. Maybe Mel will teach you if she's willing." Rachel reached out to Mel and pulled her in closer to us; Mel was nodding her acceptance of the assignment with a broad smile. We were now all on the bed surrounding the exhausted sisters.

Carl turned to me; "Did you just do this to two women?" I nodded in the affirmative. "Well, I've got to shake you hand. I AM impressed." 

I laughed and said, "Give me an hour and I could do a couple more," my voice taunting with bravado as I said it. Everyone laughed. I was only half-serious.

Finally, Rachel looked at Carl and said, "Go back with Mel. Make love to her and let her make love to you. Teach each other new things, and how to bring new pleasures to each other." She paused then added, "And most importantly, learn to love each other." She smiled at the two of them. They slipped off the bed and left the room hand in hand.

I gathered the two women up in my arms. "I suggest either a dip in the pool or a three-person shower."

Rachel looked at the two of us, "I'd really like to go in the pool and hold the two of you under the stars." We rose and went out the bedroom door onto the patio. The three of us slid into the pool and soon were a cluster of nude bodies kissing and loving one another as we floated beneath the night sky.

Mel turned out to be remarkably more experienced at lovemaking than Carl; not that she minded being the teacher; it turned her on to keep blowing his mind as she tried each new sexual thing or position with him. Carl had never had anyone deep throat him; he didn't last and came promptly down Mel's gullet. Then, she leaned in and kissed him, sharing some his own spunk with him. At first, he was repulsed, but she persisted and so he sampled her tongue by way of a French kiss. She milked him back to hardness -- also something that no one had ever really done to him before -- at least in so short a time. She got him deep in her pussy, pulling him into her with her legs, and reached back and inserted a finger into his ass. Carl went wild. Also, the pair tried anal sex that she insisted Carl learn, since Rachel had already forged down that road; Mel got so she had orgasm after orgasm, and except for the previous night Carl had never seen anyone do so many so fast. Carl had exploded into Mel's ass, and then she nursed him back to hardness yet again, and mounted and fucked him as they watched each other in the mirrors on back of the door and talked 'dirty' to each other.

Carl lay exhausted in a sweaty, moist, heap, smelling of sex, pussy juice, and cum. He had a huge smile on his face as he caressed Mel who lay in his arms fawning over him. Mel said, "You are a wonderful man and a great student. I like teaching you. You'll do anything. I feel such power over you; it's an aphrodisiac to me." She leaned in, and they shared a deep kiss.

In the guest bedroom, Robbie had Bev and Lynn lying next to each other. He was taking turns thrusting into each woman, spending about thirty or forty seconds with each one as he pumped rapidly into them. He managed to deliver a successful series of climaxes to the two while holding himself in reserve. 

Lynn finally had enough. When he started his pumping into her on this turn, she told him, "If you don't cum in me now, you'll never cum in me again. I want you and your spunk deep in me -- now cum. You can do Bev later. Right ... now ... cum ... in ... MEEEEEEEE!" She exploded and so did Robbie, sending a dozen jets of jism deep into her cunt. 

She exclaimed, "Oh, I can feel each shot of your cum. You're still cuming. Ooooooh! You are great." She pulled him down to her and showered his face and neck with kisses; he returned the favor.

Bev lay next to them fingering her clit and bringing herself to her next little climax. As Robbie pulled out, his cock was coated in cum and Lynn's cunt juices. Bev reached over and grabbed it, bending in and sucking it into her mouth. After a few moments spent cleaning his rod, she announced, "You two taste VERY nice. You should package this concoction as a new high-energy protein drink. I'm going to get some more." With that she positioned herself between Lynn's thighs and proceeded to lick and suck what fluids she could get from Lynn's pussy. Lynn made the process easy by spreading her legs to give Bev maximum access.

After she was finished, Bev went back to Robbie who had hardened watching the two women. "Now," she said, "I would also like some of what you just gave her." She pulled his cock into her mouth again and started bringing him back to life.

The other threesome had left the pool to cuddle and love together on one of the chaises. Rachel went down on her sister again, this time taking time to appreciate the act of cunnilingus and that she could help her sister reach a peak. I hardened just watching the women in the dim light that filtered out from the house.

After Karen had an orgasm, the two women changed places, with Karen trying to deliver the maximum amount of pleasure to her sister. With tongue and fingers, she expertly used her tricks and we both watched and felt Rachel move to her peak. Then, the two women turned on me. Rachel proved that she remembered her lesson from earlier well.

I used the same game that Robbie used, namely spending forty or so seconds thrusting into each woman and then changing to the other. I started with Rachel ... then did Karen ... and back and forth. We talked about Tantric sex as we fucked, the women stroking and stimulating each other. Finally, we talked about love and how sex reinforced that love and made it real and invigorating and alive. Then, at Rachel's insistence, I came in Karen. We all cuddled, wet with our juices again and in love with one another.

We went in the pool for a last dip, drying off with some of the towels that were always out on the patio. The three of us then went in to check on the others and go to bed.

When we looked in at Robbie, Bev, and Lynn, they were spooned together and asleep. The smell of sex filled the room, and each person had a contented look on their face.

Carl and Mel were snuggled together and awake. They'd been talking about life, each other, love and on and on. We each went in a kissed them goodnight.

A few minutes later we too were spooned together around Rachel and drifting to sleep. Again, I thanked the Universe for the love and erotic life style that I now enjoyed.



The Extended Family Ch. 13



Chapter 13 -- Carl and Rachel Play Some New Year's Games With the Other Six

The next morning was New Year's Eve; Karen and I made love in the dunes at Lido Beach after our meditations. We had a tender and loving time in midst of all the chaos going on with so many visitors at the house. When we finished, we lay together talking of our love for one another. Finally, she said, "You know my bucket is very full. I am a happy camper, and I'm sure everyone else is too. This is the best Christmas holiday ever." We kissed yet again.

At home, the two of us shed our sweat suits in keeping with house 'rules' and started breakfast. Soon the naked nymphs and satyrs from the bedrooms started to appear. A naked Rachel came first, pressing into her sister with a warm good morning kiss and then repeating the process with me. "Thank you two for what you did with me last night. I know it was daring -- I could have bolted," she smiled, "but I didn't, and I will never forget it." She had a big smile.

"Neither will we," I assured her as the three of us hugged together. I thought of the wild sexual session the evening before where we'd made Rachel the center of attention, going so far as anal sex with the neophyte.

"Carl and I WILL do THAT again. I don't know if I've ever cum so hard or been so nasty all at the same time. I will like doing both sometimes," she looked sheepishly at her sister.

"So do we, Rachel," Karen said as she kissed her sister's forehead. "And, it's only nasty if you put that label on it." She grinned.

I put an apron on so I wouldn't damage any of the equipment as I cooked the bacon and sausage -- no, not that sausage! 

Lynn arrived next, hugging and kissing each of us. She smelled of sex -- an odor I was becoming very fond of. Mel joined us wearing the same perfume, then Bev and Robbie, and last was Carl. 

After breakfast, we became civilized and played tourists. We went up to the Ringling Museum and walked around looking at the art and an amazing miniature circus. We walked around downtown and ate outside at my favorite restaurant. The same waitress served our table again; she sized me up with all these women together, rolled her eyes towards the sky, and gave me a big wink.

After lunch, we all went back to the house and changed into swimsuits for a walk along the beach. We drove two cars full of people to Siesta Key beach and started to walk. The air was still delightfully warm for year-end. 

Lynn and I were walking along holding hands when Robbie broke off from the others and came up to us. "I have a question for you guys, can you slow down a minute?"

"What's up?" I asked as we almost came to a stop to match his slow pace. The others continued on up the beach.

"Well, I'm not sure how to start this ..." He floundered around for a second looking at each of us; I could tell he had something serious on his mind.

He finally found the words, "You know, I love Mel with all my heart?" We both nodded. "And I love the rest of you too, but Mel is really the most important person in my life right now ... and, well, I feel like it will be that way forever ... and, well, I want to ask her to marry me today." He reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a ring box and showed us a beautiful diamond as he walked backwards. "This was my grandmother's," he said quietly.

"Wow!" Karen said as she stopped and hugged him. "Oh, she will be thrilled. Go ahead, do it!"

"I agree," I said as I hugged him too. A few of the others glanced back at us, but not Mel.

"Does she know about this?" I asked.

"No, this'll be a surprise. I hope she says 'yes'," Robbie stuttered. "We don't have to get married right away, but I want to be tied to her -- I want us to commit to each other. I mean she's got to graduate first. Maybe that summer."

We both turned him around and pushed him ahead of us with love. Then I had a thought.

"Hey everybody, wait up!" I yelled. Lynn, Robbie and I trotted up to the others who'd turned around in response to my call.

"Come here," I said," gathering everyone together. I grabbed hands and pushed everyone into a circle. The cool waters from the Gulf of Mexico washed up over our feet. "Form a circle. We have a special occasion to observe."

There were lots of questioning faces, but the group gathered together and circled. 

I said, "Mel and Robbie into the center of our circle." I paused and looked at Robbie. He understood and took Mel's hand, then, God bless his heart, he knelt in front of her.

"Mel," he said in a tender voice, "I love you with all my heart and soul ... and I never want to be without you in my life ... now and forever." He reached in his pocket again and pulled out the ring box. As he opened it to her he said, "Mel, I want you to marry me -- sometime, maybe after you finish school, or whenever you're ready, but ..."

He never got to finish his sentence; Mel threw herself onto him shouting, "Yes, yes, yes! Oh, I love you too. I will. I will." She was crying with joy. The two of them kissed in the middle of our circle; they stood on their knees in the encircling water and hugged.

She pulled him up so they were standing again and our circle started to close around them. She held out her left hand and Robbie took the ring from the box and slid it onto her ring finger. "We all cheered," then encircled them with hugs, kisses and congratulations. I felt so warm towards Mel and Robbie; every one of us did.

We stood talking excitedly for a few moments and then Robbie and Mel took up the lead as we continued our walk up the beach. Lynn and I loved looking ahead and seeing the two of them arm in love. They both wanted to crawl inside the other. Mel kept looking at the ring on her left hand then she'd kiss and hug Robbie again. Over the sound of the surf, I could hear her wild chatter of excitement.

At one point, Mel broke off from Robbie and came running back to Lynn and me. She jumped into my arms, locking her legs around me, as she kissed me. "Robbie said you knew about this and encouraged him. Thank you." She dropped down and kissed her mother too. We hugged her again. "I still love you guys -- and I will keep loving you guys in all the ways we love to love." She locked eye contact with the two of us so there was no doubt what she meant.

Mel went running back to Robbie yelling, "I'm engaged. I'm engaged. I'm engaged." She threw herself into his arms again and they twirled around, almost falling into the water.

I teased Lynn, "Looks like you'll get grandchildren after all."

"Not too soon, I hope," she retorted as she kissed me too.

At the end of our long walk, we headed back to the house. I opened a bottle of champagne and got our crystal flutes out; we toasted Robbie and Mel as we stood around the patio. I suggested they take their champagne into the guest room and do something to celebrate their new commitment. 

The two of them looked at us all for a minute, both blushed, but then they bolted for the guest room in a gale of giggles. We didn't see them again for an hour.

The rest of us sat around and enjoyed the afternoon sun and shared stories of how we'd each found the ones we loved and gotten engaged. Our heads were all in a romantic frame of mind. 

We were still talking when Mel and Robbie rejoined us, both wearing that wonderful after glow and satisfied expression from great sex. As I looked at them, I realized for the first time why you could always tell when someone had just had sex.

Eventually our group ended up in the pool -- this time in our swimsuits since daylight prevailed. We paddled around and started talking about New Year's resolutions. Everyone thought about what they wanted to have happen in their lives or what bad habits they wanted to break.

Rachel was the first one to vocalize a couple of resolutions. "These last three days have been such an eye opener for me. My first resolution is to have LOTS more sex ... with Carl ..." she looked around at the rest of us with a big grin, "AND all of you, if you'll have me." Carl and I were both close to her and went and hugged her. 

"Wait, I have a second resolution," she said as we broke apart. "This visit has been a wake up call for me. I have been taking so much important stuff for granted." She grabbed my hand and kissed it. "Jim reminded me that you have to celebrate the great moments in your life even though they may be small ones -- every moment is important, I guess. If you don't, they're gone too soon and you forget about them." She hugged me. "So my resolution is to love more and to celebrate more -- with Carl, my kids, all of you, with everyone. I want to be more aware -- the celebrate every day."

Mel said, "My first resolution is to spend more time with my FIANCÉ." She emphasized the last word loudly and then kissed him passionately. "My second is spend more time with all of you. I hope you'll all come back here over and over again." She waved her arm at the house.

Bev said, "Well, I was going to make a resolution to fuck Robbie's brains out more frequently, but I guess that slot's been taken." We all laughed. She went to Karen and held her hand, "I've been away from part of my family for too long. These visits have been a wake up call for me too. If it's OK with you guys I'll be back -- a lot." She looked across to Rachel and said, "Why don't we all move down by these guys." She looked at me, "Jim, what about you?"

"I'm just coming on my one-year anniversary of meeting Lynn -- of falling in love with her, then Karen ... and Mel ... you ... and Rachel ... and even you gentlemen. This has been the best year of my life, so I guess I'm going to spend the next year being grateful for the abundance of love and caring that the Universe has given me." I thought a bit as the others watched. "I want to be more giving and loving to all of you in the year ahead ... and I guess I should extend that to the others we meet that are in need." I looked to Carl.

Carl started, "Well, I know I'm going to have to get in shape to keep up with my highly sexed wife. I think I'm going to enjoy being married to a nymphomaniac." Everyone laughed. "Usually men don't think about love or caring, we just sort of 'do' whatever comes next. But on this visit, you have taught me to think about love and how to do it -- how to make it a great experience for everyone -- all the time. I'm going to start doing that too -- I think I already have, but it'll take me some work and guidance from you. I need to think about Rach more and work less too. Lastly, I like the idea of moving here -- maybe that'll be an interesting goal to look into for the year." He reached out to Karen who took his hand and kissed it.

"I'm blessed by you all," Karen said. "I'm a sexual being, I love making love with each of you, and I want to get better at that during the year." We all applauded and she actually blushed. "I, too, want new relationships with my Mom, my sister, her family, and particularly with Jim and Lynn. Sometimes, I know I'm not the easiest person to live with and I promise to work on that. The other thing I want to do is find some way to help other people outside our circle - people in need in some way. I've been focused pretty close in, and now it's time for me to reach out to others." She paused then shrugged to indicate she was through. "Lynn?" she said.

"I want to work on that sex thingy too," Lynn said to everyone's laughter. "I have some personal stuff to clean up this year -- it frets on me. I mean my divorce and cleaning up my personal finances. Jim got me back on my feet, and he's never once asked for money or rent or help with food or anything; in fact, I arrived here with less than $200 in my pocket and I still have it." She came over and hugged me with tears running down her cheek. "I need to feel as though I'm contributing to this family, so I want to fix that in some way in the New Year." I started to protest, but she put a finger to my lips so I wouldn't talk.

Lynn went on, "I've got a daughter to celebrate with, and I am SO looking forward to all the wedding planning stuff when you guys start to think about a date and what you want your wedding to be like. Lastly, I want to love Jim and Karen more -- even more than I've learned to in the past year." She kissed me passionately and hung on my shoulder. She nodded to Robbie who stood nearby.

Robbie started, "I'm entering a new phase of my life, and I so look forward to it. There's a lot I'll need to learn and I hope you'll help me with lots of 'free advice'." We all chuckled. He walked up behind Karen and wrapped his arms around her. "You've created a living, learning, and loving laboratory here, and I've always felt privileged to be a part of it. I don't want that to end, because I know that Mel and I grow in mind, body, and spirit when we are with you, so, speaking for the two of us, except that we're engaged nothing else will change." He nuzzled into Karen's neck; Karen turned and kissed him. I noticed that Mel had her arms around Carl's neck.

We meandered out of the pool and sat on the deck watching another spectacular sunset and chatted about life and love, in particular, talking about what Mel and Robbie had to look forward to. The women finally laid out the fixings for dinner, and we had another barbeque.

After dinner, we talked about what to do for the New Year's celebration. Robbie summarized our options: be downtown where they planned on 'dropping' a large peach -- there would be four bands playing; be in the arms of your lovers; or sit like a couch potatoes watching the Times Square celebration. We all yelled, "Lovers!"

That set the tone for the rest of the evening -- and, by that time, we had a little over two hours until midnight. We opened up the large television into the living room where the house had comfortable padding under the carpeting. As we started to pair up, I noticed everyone avoided Mel and Robbie. I looked at them and shrugged; he winked at me, and then pushed Mel in my direction. She grinned at him and then at me.

Robbie said, "Oh wait, a rule for the next hour. No orgasms -- just foreplay." There was a chorus of boos and hisses from the seven of us; however, we all acknowledged that we'd play by that rule.

Mel came and kissed me and slid her arm around my waist. "You're mine tonight." 

I hugged her back and asked, "Anyone else?"

"Yes," she said, "Rachel, if she's willing. We haven't really ... errr, been together." I nodded and made eye contact with Rachel who was talking to her husband. I crooked a finger and motioned that we wanted her. She got the message and grinned. She kissed Carl passionately, and then came over to us, kissing Mel and me.

Rachel looked at me with a sassy stance and said, "You wanted me?"

"Oh, yes," I said, "We both want you -- very much."

I watched Lynn approach Carl and put her arms around his neck. She had yet to be his lover and tonight would be a first for the two of them. Lynn understood foreplay, she could be a master at extending the lead-in to a colossal orgasm.

Robbie claimed Bev with a kiss to the back of her neck as she stood talking to Karen. He reached out and pulled Karen into the resulting hug too. 

The evening's territory had been staked out, at least the initial 'teams.'

I suggested to Mel and Rachel, "Since we have an hour to kill, so to speak, I suggest we go and climb in the backseat of my car and pretend like we're back in high school, using all the approaches and defenses from that time in our lives. Role play. What say?"

"Oh, goody," Mel said, "but I want a couple of minutes in 'wardrobe,' if I may?"

"Me too," Rachel said gesturing at Mel with a look of conspiracy.

"Fine," I said, "perhaps I'll make some changes too."

We all headed off and in ten minutes we met in the kitchen. Mel had put on some cutoffs and a tube top, and tied her hair back in two ponytails. She looked six years younger, sexy as all hell, yet I'd seen this outfit at many of the malls on high school age girls.

I'd found an old polyester shirt I guess I'd had in the 70s when I'd been in my late teens and early twenties. I'd also put on blue jeans. I'd dug up an old Trojan and put it in my wallet too.

Rachel joined us wearing a pleated skirt (no poodle) with a white blouse and sweater tied around her neck. She was wearing calf-high white socks and saddle shoes (the latter were really an old pair of golf shoes but they had the same look). She was wearing a ring on a chain around her neck and had also put her hair up in long braids.

Rachel came bounding up to us acting like she had a large wad of chewing gum in her mouth. "Hi Mel. Hi Jim. Whatca doin'?" She pranced around a little like a nervous teenager would do.

"Well," Mel started, "we were just goin' down to the drive-in movie and see what's playin'. Wanna come?"

I turned to Mel and tentatively asked, "Hey doll, I thought you said you wanted to be alone?"

"Yea, but Rach is cool. She can watch the movie while we ... errr, play."

"OK. Let's go," I said and led the way to the garage. Once beside the car I turned on the parking lights and announced, "Oh good, the movie is 'Godzilla Versus the World.' Let's all get in the backseat and watch."

The three of us piled in the backbench seat of my sedan with me in the middle. Now both Rachel and Mel were pretending to chew huge wads of gum. Everyone draped their feed over the front seats. I put my arm around Mel. We had enough light to see exactly what we were all doing.

"Hey, Rach," Mel said, "you watch d'movie and don't watch Jimmy and me, OK?"

"Yea, OK," Rachel said, "but since I broke up with Richie, I've been missin' the lovin' I used to git. Suppose we could share Jimmy?"

"Up to Jimmy," Mel said in a matter of fact voice.

"Yea, I guess," I said trying to sound both eager and unexcited at the same time.

I stretched nonchalantly to put my arm around Rachel, dropping a hand to her well-cloaked breasts. 

She grabbed my hand and said, "Hey, Jimmy. Don't git so fresh so fast, and don't make Melinda jealous either. She's my best friend." The girls went into gales of giggles. The gum smacking continued periodically.

"It's OK, Rach. I'm not jealous. And Jimmy really knows how to smooth a girl, if you know what I mean?"

"Oh, OK," Rachel said pulling my hand back to her right breast. I also dropped my hand and cupped Mel's generous left breast. The gum chewing temporarily stopped then started again amid more giggles. 

"Hey Mel," Rachel said, "Do you let him get to second base?"

"Oh yea," Mel said, "You mean let him feel my bare breasts. Yeah, I do. I even let him suck on 'em too. That's the part you'll like."

I started to unbutton Rachel's white blouse using only one hand. I was purposefully a little clumsy at the process, swearing gently that girls wore too many layers of clothing. Eventually, I got down to her bra. I reached inside the device and tried to run my fingers along to her nipples, but the way we were sitting virtually prevented my access.

I shifted attention to Mel and reached into her tank top slowly until I had my hand firmly around one of her globes. I could feel her nipple harden in my hand. We kissed pecking at each other's mouth.

When I turned back to Rachel, she was also ready for a kiss, so I pecked her on the lips too, and then I repositioned her so I could reach deeper into her blouse for a full feel. Her nipples were already erect.

"You can tell you excite me Jimmy," Rachel said. "You can smooth me, but I don't want you tellin' any of d'other guys about 'dis."

"I am a man of my word. I don't talk about my dates. I either say whom I went out wid, or I say what I did, but I don't talk about the two together. OK?"

"Yeah, I guess," Rachel said, then pecked me on the cheek as I massaged her breast. "Do you guys French kiss?"




The Extended Family Ch. 13



Mel answered, "Oh yeah. He tastes good. Watch this then you try it." Mel grabbed my head with one hand and thrust her tongue into my mouth in a very awkward manner. We ran our tongues around in each other's mouth for a second, and then she broke off suddenly. "See? Now you try it."

I turned to Rachel, and we thrust our tongues into each other's mouth, being equally inept in our passionate endeavor. We broke off suddenly too.

Rachel said, "Oh dats nice! He's makin' me all wet down you know where. Are you Mel?"

Mel responded, "Yeah, but that's third base, and I haven't let him git there before tonight. Do ya think I should?"

I nodded affirmatively with great enthusiasm.

"Oh, yeah. I'm up for third base too, Rachel said. Then she asked a telling question, "Hey, Mel. If we let him feel us up, do we have to feel him up? I mean do we have to touch IT?"

"Yea," Mel said, "but if we do you gotta be careful he doesn't do his thing in your hand or on your dress else you'll have to explain to your parents why your stuff's dirty. Believe me, they'll know too. MY mom can always figure out what we've been doin'." Gum chewing.

Meantime, I started to pinch and twist both girls' nipples. I could tell the level of arousal was increasing. Finally, Mel said, "I'm takin' my top off so he has better access to my tits."

Rachel said, "Me too," then peeled off her sweater, blouse and bra, draping them over the front seat. "But if someone comes towards the car, I wanna be able to get dressed again fast."

I dropped one hand down to Mel's cut offs and tried to sneak up to her pussy around her legs. She giggled. "Oh Jimmy, you're always tryin' to git in my pants and you know I love it too." She spread her legs after having held my hands tightly for a moment.

I moved to stroke Rachel along her belt line. She sighed and then started to chew gum. I dropped my hand to her pleated skirt and got to her legs. They were clenched tightly together. She said, "Now Jimmy, I'm not sure I wanna go that far. I'm not your steady girl, ya know."

"Ya, but I wanna go steady with both of you girls," I said. "I'll give you each a ring to wear 'round your neck."

"Oh, Jimmy you're so romantic," Rachel said as she spread her legs slightly. Mel grabbed my hand, held it off slightly from her pussy in a taunting gesture, and gave an energetic 'bout of gum chewing in my ear.

After some abortive attempts to reach each girl's pussy, I finally hit 'pay dirt' first with Mel and then with Rachel. Pay dirt consisted of them letting me use one finger to run along their slit, telling me they weren't too sure they should even be letter me do this. Eventually, however, Rachel said that her willpower was weakening and that she thought I was THE guy and that she'd let me feel a little more just this one time.

I thrust a finger into Rachel albeit at an awkward angle. She jerked in her excitement and moaned, "Oh Jimmy, that feels really nice." I repeated the process on Mel. Soon I had two fingers buried in each girl and was slowly pumping in and out of each.

"Meeeeellllllll," Rachel cooed, "did you two, ya know, ever go all the way?"

"Weeeeellllll," Mel said, "maybe, sorta, the last time we saw this movie. That's home plate, so I guess we did."

"Jimmmmmmmy," Rachel crooned, "do you wanna go all the way with me and Mel?"

"Oh yea, ya know I do. I love ya both -- a lot," I responded hopefully. I added, "I got protection in my wallet too."

"Can I see it?" Mel asked in a surprised voice.

I pulled my wallet out and made a significant production of getting the rubber out of its hiding place. 

"How old is that thing?" Rachel asked.

"I don't know," I replied, "Dougie Blake gave it to me two years ago."

Both girls nodded to one another in obvious agreement, "Oh, that oughta be OK." Gum smacking started again for a couple of moments. 

"How're we gonna do this?" Mel asked. "I'm sorta embarrassed to be naked in front of you Rach."

"Yea, me too," Rachel said. "How 'bout we don't peek while we each do IT."

"Yea, I guess," Mel responded. "You go first."

"No, you go first."

"No you"

"No you"

"Hey," I said, "I'll flip a coin." I dug an imaginary coin from pocket. "Rachel Ann, you be heads, and Melinda Sue, you be tails." I snickered in a teenagery way and supposedly flipped the coin and caught it. "OK, Rachel Ann, you're first."

"Now, you be gentle, Jimmy. I haven't done this but once before."

"Well, you come over me. There's not enough room for all of us if I come over you," I said. Mel punched my ribs.

"Where is it?" Rachel said reaching for my crotch. "Oh wow, you're so much bigger than Ritchie. Like, you might hurt me with this." I undid my belt and hiked my pants and underpants down to my knees.

"No," I said, "you'll see. Plus, I promise I'll be gentle. You got lotsa liquid as lube too."

"Well, I don't know ..." she said fondling me quite a bit.

Rachel slowly slid her panties down her legs and pulled them off, leaving the skirt in place. She then sat forward and tried to turn around so she faced me. I tried to stretch out, a feat that was almost impossible in the car. Were cars this small forty years ago?

After significant effort, she rose above me preparing to drop onto my mushroomed rod.

"WAIT!" she said. "You didn't put your rubber on yet. I don't wanna get pregnant -- again!" she added the latter comment under her breath. Mel and I both laughed out of character.

"Mel, you put the rubber on me. You always like to do that," I said. Mel took the rubber and then with hands that were all fumbles and awkward rolled the rubber down my hard rod. Mel tossed some extra smooths and fondling as well.

"You're ready now," Mel announced. "Now I'll watch the movie while you'se guys do IT."

Rachel grabbed my rod and sank her pussy down on it. We both groaned. Mel was watching and loudly chewing her gum again.

Rachel pumped up and down a couple of times then said in a loud voice, "MEL, YOU'RE WATCHING -- NO FAIR!"

Mel retorted, "Well, I've never seen anyone do IT and I really wanna watch. Besides, unless you hike your skirt up, I really can't see anything except your boobs swinging around." She paused and said, "Will you hike your skirt up ... pleeeeeease!"

Rachel hiked her skirt up around her waist so our connection could be seen by Mel. 

"What time is it?" Mel asked. "I am sooooooo horny, and I really wanna fuck and have all sorts of orgasms ... and I think I'm tired of this game. I don't care whether we fuck here or in bed or in the living room or the middle of the street. I just wanna get going!"

I checked the dashboard clock and said, "We have three minutes to go."

"Start pumping," Rachel said as she resumed her bouncing on my cock.

I proceeded to count down the remaining minutes to Robbie's arbitrary limit. When I said, "Time's up!" Rachel ground down into me, clearly pushing her clit into my groin. Mel saw the move and reached in to fondle and rub her nub with her thumb and forefinger. I noticed she'd stripped off her shorts and tube top; her sexy body was an inspiration even in the dim light from the car's parking and dashboard lights.

Rachel popped into an orgasm about ten seconds later, her back arching and her breathing freezing as she held her breath and the pleasure washed over her. She then ground her cunt into my groin to extend her pleasure.

Mel almost tossed Rachel off of me as she mounted me, grabbing my still erect rod and dropping down onto it. There was no doubt about her single purpose in life at that moment; she wanted to have an orgasm -- fast. 

Mel started bouncing and rocking around my cock. She talked to me. "Oh, you bastard. Between your little 'high school' game and sucking on my tits and finger fucking me you got me hotter than hell. I'm even near." She paused, her breath starting to come in short jerky breaths, "And ... I ... am ... going ... to ... cum ... right ... NOOOOOOOWWWWW!" Mel exploded around my cock; I could feel the spasms ripple through her cunt even though I was still wearing the rubber sheath.

Mel fell against me, but not before reaching out and pulling Rachel into our tryst. The two women kissed and I found myself showered with kisses from both sides.

"Well that was quick," I commented. "I think we ought to take this threesome to more comfortable quarters." There were murmurs of agreement.

The three of us clamored out of the car after shutting off the lights and went inside -- one naked woman, one topless, and me barely holding my pants up. Serious fucking filled the living room, so no one seemed to notice as we traipsed through. 

The master bedroom was empty and the three of us tumbled into the king-size bed, but not before we'd stripped off the rest of our clothes. I also pulled the rubber off my shaft; there was no reason to keep it since everyone was on the pill and medically safe. I noted there were forty-five minutes until midnight.

I pulled Rachel into the middle of the bed and put her legs over my shoulder and buried my face in her sweet pussy. I knew she'd taste wonderful since we'd had at least one time together every day since she'd arrived in Florida, and tonight was no disappointment. I thrust my tongue into her as well as my fingers in an in and out rapid manner. Rachel went right to the end and then past it in less than a minute. Her legs clamped around my head and her hands held me motionless as she squealed through a climax. 

I moved over to Mel and repeated the process, taking only slightly longer to bring her to a climax. Her response to me was the same, locking me into position with legs and hands. What a nice warm place to be held motionless as an orgasm washes over someone.

Rachel pulled me back to her, spreading her legs in invitation to me. "Please, come in me now. Really, cum in me. Be rough. I'm ready. And Mel, lower your pussy onto my tongue."

I guess I was ready for rough too because I virtually attacked her body with mine. I rammed my cock into her almost without regard for any soreness I might cause. This, however, proved to be exactly what she wanted. In five strokes, she came again, her fluids flooding our union and leaking all over our bodies. I didn't hesitate for a second and just continued pounding into her cunt.

Rachel's body shook so hard due to my thrusts, she had trouble keeping her tongue on Mel's pussy. The act proved erotic to watch, particularly as Mel's breasts shook in time with my thrusts.

"Call me names! Talk dirty to me. You too Mel," Rachel eked out through our passion.

"You slut," I shouted to her. "You fucking slut. You love my cock grinding into your cunt don't you? I could ram your cunt all fucking day long." I jammed into her. "I love fucking you. I don't ever want to stop. I want you to be my slut. And you love eating pussy, look at that tongue of yours lapping up all that pussy juice."

Mel started too, "You cunt, fucking my guy and licking my cunt. I want to ram my fist in your pussy so you know that I'm here too. I'll finger your ass to remind you that you cunt is mine too. I'm going to suck all his cum from your pussy as soon as he's done and you're going to love it. You'll beg me not to stop. You are my lesbian whore."

Rachel was moaning and popping-off small orgasms every minute or so. We didn't stop our pounding or talking dirty to her. Finally, she moaned, "Yes, I'm you slut -- your whore. I'll do anything you tell me to, anytime, anywhere. I'll fuck anyone you want me to in any way you want me to. I'll suck cum from anyone too -- any man, any woman. Fuck me. Fuck my ass."

She shifted slightly towards the edge of the bed so I was standing and her ass was hanging over the edge. Mel dismounted Rachel's face, and took advantage of the situation; she reached beneath me and thrust two fingers into Rachel's ass; it took little effort since the entire area was wet with pussy juice. Rachel shrieked and went wild, suddenly thrusting into me with renewed effort. 

That was all it took. I blasted over the edge, announcing my cum to the girls with only seconds of warning. I hammered my last several thrusts into Rachel as I felt Mel do the same. Then, I had body-wrenching spasms with each jet of fluid that left my body and flooded into hers. Rachel matched my cum with her own ejaculation. For almost a minute the room was silent and no one breathed. We held our breath, as our climaxes hit and we savored being on the peak edge, and then there were two people gasping and passionately kissing. Mel moved around and joined us. I was surprised at how passionate Rachel and Mel were together, not that I minded.

I rolled onto the bed and pulled both women to me. "Oh, wow! That was intense!" I announced, still craving oxygen. I felt Mel pull away, but didn't think anything of it until Rachel jerked in my embrace; her eyes flew open. Mel was at Rachel's pussy, and I could hear the sucking sounds in the sopping wet area as she sought the mix of cum and female juices from her pussy. Rachel's legs came up in supplication and her hands went to caress Mel's head as she cleaned her.

Rachel intoned through another round of panting, "Oh, please, eat me Mel. Eat my pussy. Suck every drop of cum from me. You can even bring it up and share it with me. I'd love to swallow Jim's cum. Bring me some when you're ready. Oh suck my pussy." She continued as long as Mel did. Mel then rose obviously holding fluid in her mouth and in a French kiss thrust the mix of fluids into Rachel's mouth.

I pulled Mel to me and she shared the last of her fluid capture with me too. As unusual as it was, I liked the taste; the mix of our fluids, softened by Mel's saliva, actually tasted a musky delicious. I wasn't the least repelled.

Rachel had cum again while Mel ate her out, and we watched her float down from her high, stroking her body as she did.

When Rachel had recovered, she moved around so she could suck my cock. I still had the mixed juices from the two of us on it, but not for long. Given the situation, I hardened almost immediately. She rammed me down her throat, a full deep throat, until I was truly ready for another round. 

Rachel then rose to me and said, "Fuck Mel! Make her your slut too." Both women grinned at me, and Mel nodded her assent.

Mel opened her legs, and I penetrated her in two strong strokes; she moaned and pulled me into her. We started a brisk pumping into each other immediately, driving each other to our next orgasms. Mel's breasts were rotating in a sexy way below me as I pounded into her. The entire bed shook. She grabbed her breasts and proved to me that she could suck on each nipple to pleasure herself. Then, she moved to accelerate her cum by rubbing her own clit. Rachel took over sucking and loving one of Mel's breasts as well as running her hands over her body.

I wasn't going to cum in record time since I'd climaxed only moments earlier, so we continued for quite a while until we felt others in the room. I looked over my shoulder to see Carl and Lynn standing next to the bed. Carl's cock had a sheen of pussy juice on it.

Lynn said in a teasing tone, "Hey, bring this party into the other room. It's ten minutes until midnight, and we all want a big communal fuck in the living room to celebrate the New Year."

I yanked myself out of Mel. Mel squeaked and had a small climax as a result of the sudden move. Rachel, I noted, had promptly thrust her right fingers deep in Mel's cunt, nearly fisting the open cunt. The women waited while Mel floated down. 

Mel shot me a glance and said, "We're not done. You owe me one." We both grinned lecherously at each other. She took my hand as I pulled her to her feet, and we followed Rachel into the living room.

Karen was perched atop Robbie's cock with Bev sitting on his face. They were doing a slow motion 'fuck-and-eat-out' as Bev described to the other two what was happening in Times Square on the large plasma television.

Mel gestured to Karen and then replaced her on Robbie's cock. No one gave her any argument since they'd just gotten engaged. She explained, "I need everyone of my lover's cocks in me this evening." After a pause, she added, "Oh, I so enjoy my sluthood."

I pulled Carl aside and whispered in his ear; he nodded and pulled Rachel to him. He lay on the floor and indicated to Rachel that she should mount him. She did; however, I came up behind her and pushed a finger into her ass. She groaned in passion. Karen passed me a tube of Astroglide, and I lubed up Rachel's ass and just as fast penetrated her. This was her first two-cock penetration. Her back arched into me, and she fired off an orgasm. "Ooooooooooooh," was the long wail of pleasure she emitted at the DP.

Bev continued to sit on Robbie's face, now stroking Mel's breasts and occasionally leaning in and sucking on one or the other. I could hear her moan and cum occasionally, in response to Robbie's talented tongue and lips.

Lynn and Karen were in a sixty-nine with one another. I heard Karen telling Lynn how good her girl juice tasted mixed with Carl's cum. After another moment I heard Lynn commenting to the joy of eating Karen and Robbie's cum mixed together. 

Rachel had a massive orgasm about one minute before midnight according to Bev. I yanked out of her ass, leaving her to collapse on her husband as she felt the rapture from her midnight orgasms. I still had a wrought-iron cock ready to do some damage; I went to Lynn who's pussy was nearest to where I'd been on the floor. Karen pulled back, grabbed my cock and steered it into Lynn's gaping hole.

Lynn and I pumped about five quick thrusts into each other, and I felt her fire off into the land of bliss. Karen had moved around and cradled the two of us as we heard the TV announcer yell, "Happy New Year." Lynn pulled me to her and we kissed passionately, and I repeated the process with Karen.

"This is THE absolutely BEST New Year's I have ever had in my entire life," Karen announced. Lynn had a big grin on her face too. There were a few "Me too's" from around the room.

I'd heard Robbie announce his cum into Mel's pussy about the same time Lynn fired off. I looked over and the two of them were kissing tenderly as Bev hugged the two of them.

As people settled down, Mel came back to me leaving Bev to settle down on Robbie's new hard-on that she had revived with a stellar blowjob. "You and I are not finished," Mel said pulling me from Karen and her mother's arms. She led the way back to the bedroom and fell backwards on the big bed.

"I'm a little bit lubed up now," she grinned at me. "Robbie really filled me, but Bev captured some of it. I want my other love's juices in there now." She lay on her back and held her arms up to me.

"I'm feeling tender to you. Is that OK or should I gear up for rough like we were doing before?"

"No, I want tender loving too," Mel said in a sweet tone. 

We moved together, and I gently slid into her tunnel. She was right, there was a significant amount of cum in her that became froth as we pistoned together. The foam oozing from her cunt flooded our pubic areas. We ignored it as we just started to kiss tenderly, nibbling on each other's lips and ear lobes. When we could no longer ignore the froth, we had to laugh at the 'fruits of the evening.'

"I love you, Mel," I whispered to her as we thrust together. "I'm envious of Robbie that he'll have you as his wife. I can't think of a nicer couple."

"I love you, Jim." Mel said as she gently bit my lip and chin. "I will always be available like this to you -- always. Robbie and I talked and he's not only OK with that, he encourages it. He knows how we feel about each other."

We spent some time doing sensual French kisses with each other. We weren't really mashing our faces together as we kissed so much and doing gentle open mouth kisses where our tongues caressed each other and became one more organ of pleasure for the two of us.




The Extended Family Ch. 13



Not unexpectedly, we both finally arrived at the place where we wanted to climax with each other. We didn't say anything to each other; we just came together, culminating our love-making session with the sweet tenderness and ecstasy unique to two people that deeply love one another.

We lay there in each other's arms for what seemed to me a long time. We became aware of the sounds from the living room -- a varying crescendo of moans, shrieks and sexual words tossed out at various times by each of our other lovers.

Finally, I said to Mel, "Shall we join them? At least see what's happening?"

She hugged me. "Yeah, I supposed so. You're so nice to cuddle up to though."

"You sure Robbie's OK?" I asked.

"Absolutely. We talked earlier. He's in love with everyone, but mostly me. He'd marry the whole lot of us if it was legal."

We went into the living room arm in arm. Robbie was pounding into Rachel's pussy as Lynn sat on her face. Both women were in the zone, having frequent little climaxes. After a minute I could tell that Rachel was building to another one of her world-class, show-stopping, Richter ten earthquake climaxes.

Carl was on his back with Karen riding his cock, her breasts swaying in rhythm with her downward thrusts into his body. Bev was atop his face and we could see his tongue dancing along the lips of her pussy. She had her eyes closed enjoying the sensation. Karen was holding tightly to Bev's breasts, often pinching one or the other nipple.

As our eyes shifted back across the room, Rachel's body went into spasms. She let out a long wail of pleasure as it exploded within her. Lynn moved to the side. Rachel rose and clutched her entire body around Robbie, who also seemed to be cuming in her cunt. We could see her stomach muscles contracting in huge spasms as her body writhed and she ground her pussy into his cock. She could barely breath, her panting so loud everyone in the room looked to see if she was all right. Rachel's eyes were rolled back in her head, and then ever her legs to seemed to be in spasm behind Robbie's back, yanking him deeper into her. Finally, the event passed, and she fell back to the floor in total exhaustion.

Six other voices in the rooms said, "Wow!" together. "That was spectacular," Karen said turning back to Carl and Bev; "Now, I want one of THOSE!" Bev's pussy got in the way of Carl's response; however, we could see his hands move to Karen's clit for a moment and then he pulled her forward and rammed a finger up her ass. Karen's eyes shot open, and she started to jerk herself hard on both his cock and finger as Bev pinched both nipples and drove her tongue deep into her mouth. 

Karen peaked and came in an orgasm as well, not quite as strong as Rachel's, but just as pleasurable. Karen squealed and squeeked, shrieked and moaned in such a high pitched voice I thought she could break glass. She pushed Bev from her face and pulled herself into Carl's body, using the occasion to ram her body down on his and drive his jetting cock even deeper into her body. "Ooooooh myyyyyyyyyy Gooooooood!" she exclaimed several times; "I loooooove yoooouuuuur cock!"

As they floated down from their climaxes, Mel and I snuggled together on the couch. Bev came and joined us. "You guys finished?" We both nodded.

Mel added, "Totally out of juice and energy."

"Me too," she said and lay her head across my lap, my flaccid cock against her cheek. "You smell divine," she said sucking me into her mouth to taste what the aroma suggested. "And you taste good too. Yum. Yum. Jim and Mel and a little Rachel." 

Robbie and Rachel were snuggled together with Lynn stroking the two of them. Carl and Karen were still coupled together and cooing quietly to one another.

"What a great way to welcome in the New Year," I said repeating the thought someone had stated earlier. 

A chorus of "Hear, hear!" and "You betcha's!" echoed around the room. 

Someone clicked off the television that had been muted, then the rest of the lights and the couples and groups faded off into the various bedrooms for the night. Eventually, Mel, Lynn, and I spooned together in the big bed and went to sleep. I asked Mel whether she didn't feel she should be with Robbie, but she said no, there was plenty of time for that later, and she wanted this time with her sexy mom and me. 

Everyone slept happy.



The Extended Family Ch. 14



Chapter 14 -- New Year's Day Frolics For the Eight Then Back to "Normal"

I had a strange sensation during my mediation at the beach the next morning -- New Year's Day. I really got into my meditation -- in touch with my Inner Self. When I replayed the messages after I'd stopped, they were the same ones I'd had before -- help someone other than yourself, be a friend, love, and be thankful -- plus a new one: 'You are complete.'

When I thought about those words, they did indeed describe how I felt. I was openly in mad passionate love with five women, and they loved me back with their hearts and souls: Lynn, Karen, Lynn's daughter Mel, Karen's mother Bev, and Karen's sister Rachel. Mel's new fiancé and Rachel's husband Carl were my good friends, and intimate friends with each of the women -- a fact I enjoyed. I guess I was complete.

I'd brought Bev with me to the beach that morning. She was sitting holding her knees and looking out at the Gulf of Mexico when I was ready to go. I held out my arms, and she rose and came to me, hugging and kissing me, then we walked the length of the beach with our arms around each other.

When we got back to the house, no one else was up. Bev and I went into the living room, stripped off our clothes and partook of a nice quiet lovemaking session on the sofa. Bev was a little loud when she came, and I expected everyone to appear at the doors of the bedrooms, but everything remained quiet. I'd cum with Bev, and we just lay there coupled and talking quietly. She was leaving the next day.

I asked her, "So, I never did ask. Did you go without underwear for the month you were away?"

"I was wondering when you'd ask. Yes, and it felt sinful and delightful. I swear half the world knew. I know some of the men I work with -- the straight ones anyway -- looked at me with a new glint in their eye. I think I was oozing sex appeal for the month."

"Well, don't stop on my account," I said, giving her a little thrust with my semi-hard rod. "Maybe you'll get lucky."

She squeezed her pussy around my tool, and I nearly shot out of her. "Now, there's an idea," she said. "I did feel I wanted to fuck most of the men I met during the month. I could have been a real slut at a couple of Christmas parties, but I held back."

"Everyone including you happy?" I asked. "We've had a busy time since you arrived -- even busier since Rachel and Carl got here."

"I'm a VERY happy woman. My only regrets are that I didn't find you all years before. I think of all the sex I could have had if I'd adopted this life style earlier." She started to stroke my body and face with one hand. 

"I guess I could say the same thing. This was all the law of attraction at work as far as I'm concerned. I wished to be loved, and I got all of you. I hope I return more than I get."

Bev rose over me slightly without disconnecting and then kissed me passionately. "Oh, you do -- you do," she assured me.

Later that day, Robbie and Mel said goodbye to everyone and left to spend Mel's remaining day at Robbie's apartment. Both thanked me for everything, and I felt that our relationship was strong. Mel wouldn't be back until Spring Break.

Bev captured Karen and Rachel and took them shopping; something a mother's supposed to do with her daughters from time to time. 

Carl, Lynn, and I sat around on the patio for a while then Lynn started to come on to Carl and me. We were both responsive to her needs, and soon the three of us were in the bedroom stripping her clothes from her pert body and then shedding our own.

Lynn pulled us onto the bed, turned, and inhaled Carl's growing cock into her mouth. She waggled her butt in my direction; I didn't need a second invitation. I started lapping, and tonguing her very exposed clit and pussy. She was dripping and clearly had been thinking about a sexual union with us for longer than the few minutes since we'd come in the house.

Carl told Lynn he wanted to fuck her and not blow off in her mouth. Lynn nodded but didn't let go of his ice hard dick. I had hardened just watching the two of them and being able to perform cunnilingus on her. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer and I rose and thrust my cock into Lynn's pussy. She moaned with delight into Carl's cock. I started to pump into her, aiming to please and pleasure her as she passed the same on to Carl. 

Carl finally held Lynn's head and pushed her up and off him. "I'm too near. Let me cool off for a minute." He reached down and started to massage her breasts; Lynn brought her body more over his face so he could suck on them while I was thrusting into her doggie style.

After a while, Lynn moved even further forward, pulling herself off me. She positioned her pussy over Carl's cock and sank down on him. She reached back and grabbed my rod and started to masturbate me then she said, "Do my ass while we fuck."

"My pleasure," I responded. Lynn was very wet and many of her juices still coated my cock, so aided only by a little saliva I spit on her ass I could work my way into her while Carl was in her cunt.

When we were both well inside our respective holes, Lynn said, "Now, I really want to be fucked by you guys. NOW!" With that she started to wiggle and move her body around urging us to stroke into her. Carl was also sucking on her breasts. I got turned on by the whole scene.

Lynn had a couple of small climaxes, and then her Big One started to arrive. She started to spasm into Carl's body, I could even see the contractions of her abdominal muscles as she leaned forward, threw her arms around his neck, and started to violently hump his cock. As she started this, I could feel muscular contractions in the tunnel I was in.

Lynn's voice was screaming release, "Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck ... OH MY GOD ... Ooooooooooh" and on and on as her release to heaven swept over her. She often moaned when we had sex, but vocalizing was Karen's thing and usually not hers. 

I couldn't stand it any longer, and I released my jets of cum into her ass, hammering the last several thrusts into her squirming body. Carl was trying to hold her still so the two of us didn't lose penetration. As my last jet erupted from my body, the two of them jerked away from me, and I got expelled from her ass; my last shot and a couple of dribbles covering Lynn's ass and falling onto Carl's balls.

Lynn pulled her legs back and dropped onto Carl, yelling in little shrieks. She couldn't get him any deeper. Finally, her sweaty body fell forward, and he caught her in a hug, her breasts flattening across his chest. 

"Ooooooh, my God," she exclaimed, "that was a GREAT FUCK. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I needed that." She turned and held one arm to pull me to her. I went and hugged her hot body that remained impaled on Carl's cock, reaching in and mauling one of her breasts as it rose off Carl's chest. She leaned up and kissed me passionately.

"I watched you guys do this to Rachel last night," she said, "and I've been horny for a double fuck ever since." Lynn was still panting as she spoke. She paused as we all caught our breath and added, "Now, I'm not so horny. In fact," she added, "I'm pretty happy." She grinned at the two of us. She wiggled her cunt into Carl, and then pulled up and away from him; there was definite "pop" as her pussy came off his deflating rod. Lynn rolled beside him and let him cradle her in his arms.

"I'll get us all some washcloths," I said, leaving the bed. I returned with a couple of warm ones a minute later, passing them out to my bedmates.

We all cleaned up, dressed in our shorts and t's again, and were back sitting on the deck a mere twenty minutes after we'd left it to come in the house. Lynn was nestled between the two of us on one of the large chaises beside the pool. She reiterated her thanks to us for the sexual interlude we'd just provided her. I commented on how seldom I thought women thanked me for any sexual contact; whereas, I thought guys always were grateful for whatever they got. This provoked a long discussion about sex, and its frequent use as a household currency.

Karen, Rachel, and Bev eventually returned from their shopping trip with enough shopping bags to fill the entire rear seat of Karen's car. Lynn joined them in the living room, and a fashion show of sorts started as they shared their discoveries with her and then Carl and me. Lynn considered this a big bonus since Karen and she could usually wear the same clothes.

Carl and I got a round of beers and returned to the patio. I finally asked, "You OK with the last few days and all? You seem to be, but I'm just testing again. It's not everyday a man watches his wife become a lead player in an orgy."

"Oh, hell yes," he said with a big grin. "This will be a tough act to follow when Rach and I get home tomorrow. I mean we'll have kids and all my relatives around -- they would never be into anything like this. The only time we'll really have to ourselves is at bedtime. We'll just have to be more inventive than we've been. As for frequency, I've had more sex in the last four days than I did all last year; well, it seems like that anyway. We're just going to celebrate it more now too."

"Is there anything you want to do that you haven't?"

Carl responded, "Not that I can think of." He paused in a thoughtful manner, "I've fucked my wife, her sister, her mother, a nineteen-year old, and another woman my age eight ways from Sunday and I've eaten more strange pussy than I ever have. I've done anal. I've had fantastic blowjobs including being deep throated. I've fucked in your bedrooms, living room, kitchen, your patio, and your pool;" he gestured to the pool. "Hell, it'll take me a month to recover from this -- and I'll be grinning every day and no one will know why."

"Yeah," I said, "you might want to be careful who you tell about this kind of stuff. Many people don't carry as liberal attitudes about sex as we do. If you want to talk about it, call me up and you can replay the entire trip with me. For that matter, any of us will be your sounding board if you want to blow off some of the heat." I paused, "By the way, Karen is superb at phone sex and I bet she'd take great pleasure in bringing you off over the phone." I laughed at the delighted look on his face.

"What am I good at?" Karen asked as she slid onto the chaise next to me.

"I was just explaining your oral skills at phone sex, and how you'd be delighted to help your brother get off when you're here and he's in Denver."

Karen rose and slid onto Carl's chaise, "Well I don't have to wait until he's in Denver do I?" She took a hand and slid it up his leg and into his shorts. Carl straightened as she grabbed his cock. 

Carl said in an embarrassed tone, "Errr, we had a little bout with Lynn while you were gone. I may not respond right away."

"Oh, that's OK," Karen said as she unzipped his pants. "I'll just play here for a while ... and think about phone sex ... and you masturbating and cuming all over yourself while we're talking ... and I'll be fingering my cunt ... and putting some fingers in my little hot box ... and thinking about how nice your cock would feel ... in my mouth ... and in my warm, moist pussy ..."

We could see Carl's rod hardening as Karen pulled it out of his pants and slowly stroked it with her hand. He might have thought he wasn't ready, but Karen had a knack of overcoming odds like that all the time. She kept cooing sexy thoughts to him as she stroked his cock and occasionally kissed him, sometimes running her tongue around his face.

She went on, "I love this cock, and I'll remember what it looks like ... and feels like ... and how it can shoot cum all over me ... and inside my mouth ... or deep inside my pussy ... or up my ass. I'll remember how it shot cum into my mother's hot, moist, open pussy ... and into Mel's young, tasty pussy ... and into Lynn's beautiful tight pussy."

"Maybe I'll have to help you remember what we all tasted like ... and how I'd clean all the pussy juice and cum off your cock after you'd cum in one of the fine looking women here ... or how you'd suck the juices from my pussy after we'd fucked ..." 

Carl couldn't stand it any longer. He picked Karen up, his cock sticking straight out from his open zipper, and carried her into the house. He kicked the door to the guest room closed; it was the closest bedroom, and he was not a man to be put off at this point.

Lynn, Rachel, and Bev came onto the deck and looked at me with a "what's going on" look. I explained that Karen had been teasing Carl sexually -- asking for a good fuck and that finally he couldn't stand it any longer. They all smiled. 

I added as an afterthought, "I'm sure he wouldn't object if you all joined him." 

The women looked at each other AND then headed for the guest bedroom shedding their clothes as they walked along. Before they got there, I heard one of Karen's louder orgasms float through the closed door. I heard Carl wail loudly as well. The new arrivals would be disappointed.

A couple of minutes later I was called. "Oh Jimmmmmmmmm," Bev called out. "Can you come in here and help us?" Rachel appeared nude at the door, "Weeeee reeeeeeeeealy need you." I got up showing great reluctance and went to meet my end with the two remaining unsatisfied women in the house. I, too, stripped my clothes off as I entered the house.

When I entered the guest bedroom, Karen was splayed out on the bed and Lynn and Carl were down by her pussy cleaning the cum from where Carl had made his most recent deposit. Karen was enjoying the attention and writhing with little climaxes still making her jerk around and pop off.

Rachel knelt on the floor in front of me and took my cock into her mouth and commenced to deliver a wonderful blowjob. She had honed her ability to deep throat a cock and was using her new skills with great agility now. Bev stood beside me and rubbed her nipples across my chest, and French kissed me when I wasn't watching the erotic scene on the bed. 

Finally, I asked, "Do you want to be here with them or take it to another room?"

Rachel pulled off me and said, "Big bed -- other room." We left Lynn, Karen, and Carl, and went to the other side of the house.

As we reached the bed, Rachel and Bev lay next to each other and presented their sweet pussies to me. I plunged my tongue into each one, spending a minute with one and then a minute with the other. In the interim, they were smoothing and stroking one another. What a nice mother-daughter relationship I thought.

Bev reached her little orgasmic plateau and popped first, aided by Rachel's stroking of her clit. We then returned the favor to Rachel, bringing her to a climax. I kept my oral attentions going back and forth. 

Finally, Rachel said, "I want you to come up here ... kiss me ... fuck me." I didn't need a second invitation.

Bev said, "We made love this morning. You get him now." I slid into Rachel's open pussy and she wrapped her legs around my body and pulled me deeper into her cleft. Bev stroked my back and Rachel's breasts. The sight picture of Bev sitting beside us, naked and rubbing her pussy, Rachel splayed out beneath me using her hands to pull me forward so I slapped into her pussy, was one I shall never forget. 

At one point, Rachel asked for Bev to move so she could eat her pussy. Bev shifted and lowered her pussy onto Rachel's tongue. I could see the tongue vibrate as she tried to deliver sexual delight to her mother.

Rachel built. I urged her to cum. She said, "Noooooo, I'm going to cum with you ...when you do. Cum in me. Fill me. Explode in me. Give me your juice."

I increased my pace. Her words and the sight picture excited me to a peak again. I slammed into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. Then, I felt my fluids start to leave my balls, following the trajectory through my body, triggering the rapidly rising feelings of ecstasy that were exploding within me. I came, thrusting deep in Rachel's pussy as my jism spurt into her. She was with me; her body arched and her breathing stopped as she caught her own orgasmic wave. I finally fell onto her; rolling us to our sides so we were nestled against Bev.

We panted and stroked each other, again remaining connected. Our kisses proved our love to each other. Bev joined us. 

Rachel finally said, "You know, I meant what I said last night. I will be your slut -- your whore -- any time, anywhere, anyway you want me to be. God, you are a magnificent lover. I am so grateful for what you've done for me this weekend -- and for Carl -- for us. You've turned me into a raging sex machine. All I want to do is fuck all the time. Carl and the kids better get used to some unusual events around how we live and what we do." She grinned at me.

Bev chimed in, "I couldn't have said it better myself." She leaned in and kissed Rachel then me. "I would love the job as 'Jim's Slut'. I hope you have several positions available. Can I apply for one of those positions? I hope the job frequently involves your cock in my cunt or your tongue deep in my pussy." 

"All right!" I said. "You're both hired. You join an exclusive team of wonderful women, and you'll be called upon from time to time to display your wares and your expertise. Now, let me up, I have to play host, and it's the cocktail hour."

We strolled nude into the other part of the house where our clothes had been discarded, picking up and dressing when we found one of our own things. Carl, Lynn, and Karen were there too, although Carl looked a little tired. My observation was that all six of us smelled like sex -- that lovely aroma.

After dinner and some liqueurs, the whole group of us were pretty mellow. We took a walk around the neighborhood then came back to the patio. We put on some jazz and had it playing over the patio as we went into the pool -- naked, of course. The men had revived with our rest and the passage of time so when the time for choosing our bedmates we all reverted to the groups we'd had in the afternoon. I was just as glad since I figured I wouldn't see Bev or Rachel for a while, and I wanted to spend their last hours with them before they left. I knew Lynn and Karen felt the same way about Carl.

Our lovemaking was soft, loving, and unrushed. I pleased both women. After it was over, Bev, Rachel, and I curled up together in the big bed and went to sleep, each of us feeling good about ourselves and loved.





The Extended Family Ch. 14



Everyone ate on the run. At most, there were only three people at the breakfast table at any time. 

When the time came, we loaded the suitcases in my car, Lynn and Karen kissed everyone goodbye, and I drove our three departing lovers to the airport. I parked at curbside, and we checked the bags with the curbside porters. The two flights were on time; Bev's flight left about 15 minutes before Carl and Rachel's.

Carl came up first and gave me a big hug and firm handshake. "Thanks buddy. I will NEVER forget this week -- ever. You've done so much for me, for Rachel, for us, for Bev, for us. I'll never be able to repay you. Know that our home is yours anytime you are heading our direction." He hugged me again and stepped away.

Bev was next. She had a small tear in her eye. "Oh, I shall miss you so again. I don't know when I'll be back, but I will." She kissed me hard, and then hugged me with all her might. "Oh," she said, "just think of me roaming around Europe ... without any underwear and thinking lascivious thoughts of you ... God, I love you." She kissed me hard again then backed away. She grabbed hold of Carl's arm and pulled him towards the terminal door.

Rachel had tears rolling down her cheeks and big doe eyes as she stood there looking at me. She choked up. "Oooooh Jim!" she sobbed and threw herself into my arms and madly kissed my face. My shirt soaked up her tears.

I tried to comfort her and offer words of solace about her departure, promising that we'd get together again -- soon. She cried all the harder. I talked to her softly for several minutes, assuring her that I loved her and that I would not forget her in the short time until we saw each other again. She gradually got a hold of her emotions, blowing her nose and wiping her eyes in a little ragged tissue. 

Finally, I said, "We said it all last night, and I'll say it again now: I love you. I'll always love you. The Universe wants us to be soul mates, and so we are." We kissed.

Rachel looked at me with her big doe eyes again and said, "I love you." She hugged me close then looked at me again, almost as if she were taking a mental photograph. Then, she turned and ran to where Carl and Bev were standing by the open door to the terminal. She never turned around; she just pulled Carl's arm around her and pulled him to her as they disappeared through the door. Carl waved to indicate that things would be OK.

I sighed, got in the car, and drove home to Lynn and Karen. We were all quiet for the rest of the morning as we returned the house to "normal". Lynn and Karen both had to go to work the next day, and I'd promised my editor a rewrite of three chapters by the end of the week, yet I couldn't bring myself to go and work. Somehow, I found myself with a cold cup of coffee staring out over the bay late in the morning.

The two girls came and pulled me up and into the car without telling me where they were taking me. It was to the beach, my place of restoration and revitalization. We started walking, and they got me talking -- commenting on other people, the surf, shells, the birds, and lots of things we saw and heard. Ultimately, we did the whole beach in each direction.

The three of us talked about our feelings and how we missed the people who had left and how we loved each other. We were each other's rocks that day. We kissed and held each other. We stopped at St. Armand's Circle on the way home and sat outside on the sidewalk at the Crab n' Fin, enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine, and a mid-afternoon lunch. I started to feel more complete as the afternoon wore on.

We toasted those we loved and then we toasted our love for each other. We loved each other and had a whole new year in front of us to make our resolutions come true.