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Dawn and Marie

By: BogartsBoss



I've been slow getting this story in for a couple reasons; first "It's summer time....and the living is easy...", and more importantly it has been difficult to be clear, in writing, about my relationship with Dawn. To say it is/was complicated is being overly simplistic. She started out as a fuck buddy and became a life partner. Marie added several layers of complication, but I wouldn't have missed her for the world.

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"Let's go in here, I'd like a latte."

'Here' was a coffee shop we had been frequenting lately when prowling the local antique shops.

It was a pleasant fall afternoon, and we were dressed for the warm weather, I was in slacks and a light shirt; Dawn was in a short skirt, light blouse without a bra, and calf high boots. Her light brown hair was brushed to sheen, and I noticed a touch more makeup than normal.

This was the fourth time we had dropped into this particular coffee shop, and I noticed Dawn checked in the window before suggesting we go in. Entering, I saw two things; we were the only customers, and the same waitress working as all the other times.

I have encouraged Dawn in her desire for women lovers, and she'd had (or been had by) several since Lillian on The Dancer. Dawn had enjoyed them, but I sensed she was looking for someone in particular. Now, watching her face and mannerisms, I felt sure she had found her woman.

Well, I wasn't sure about being a woman. Not yet. Her name is Marie; she may be five foot tall with the right shoes. If she hit one hundred pounds, I'd be surprised. She has a nice figure, pale skin, blue-green eyes, and long, wavy, blonde hair. Her makeup is always done perfectly. She's the epitome of femininity.

As compared to Dawn. Dawn has a tight figure with tits that have no need for support. In the right shoes, or boots such as now, her legs have a beautiful shape to them. But Dawn always projects a certain "tom boyishness". She loves wearing leather, and has never shaved her body hair. You might think she looked hairy, but it was more like fine peach fuzz everywhere but for the mane of fine brown hair on her head, and her soft fine pussy hair.

The first time we saw her, Dawn did a double take and she literally blushed (Dawn never blushes). Every time after that she engaged Marie in conversation; learning her story. Marie had moved here from a small town in Eastern Washington. She had a degree in business management, and had picked up a good job as office manager for a small real estate company. Unfortunately, when the economy tanked, so did the company. She had worked a variety of jobs until she ended up as a waitress in this coffee shop.

Marie, it turned out is in her mid-twenties, almost Dawn's age of twenty eight. 

The more we talked with her, the more relaxed Marie was with us. By this, the fourth, visit, she smiled warmly when we came in, following us to the table we usually took; all the way back, against the wall. It had two advantages; privacy, and we, but especially Dawn, could watch Marie walking to us. She does have a sexy sway to her hips, and the flowing skirts and medium high heels she wore accented it.

While Marie was getting our order I asked Dawn if she wanted Marie as a playmate.

"May I? She's just what I've been fantasizing about, she will be perfect."

"Yes, but with a condition...We share her."

"Oh, I never thought anything else."

When she returned Dawn asked her plans for the weekend. "I'm working Saturday, but off Sunday and Monday. Why?"

"We'd like you to join us. We'll do barbeque, lie around in the sun, and maybe play some games."

"Um, what kind of games?"

Dawn laid a hand on Marie's arm, lightly caressing her skin, "Oh, I'm sure we'll come up with something interesting. I really want you joining us."

Marie looked questioningly at me. "Marie, I'll give you our address and phone number. Be there at ten Sunday morning. If you come, I promise it will be very interesting. Perhaps more than you think. The phone number is if you get lost."

"And if I don't come?"

"Dawn will be very disappointed."

"...Oh..."

She looked long at Dawn, and suddenly she blushed. That was when she realized Dawn wanted her.

"I...I...I will think about your invitation..."

Dawn spoke up; "Marie, come to us on Sunday."

Then she stood, walking out of the shop. I gave Marie the address and phone number, and joined Dawn outside. "How did I do?"

"Hesitant at first, but you did better when you ordered her to show up."

***

Being dominant was a new experience for her. Dawn had been subservient to me for six months now, and quite comfortable in the role. I've kept the Dom/sub relationship on a moderate level; my sense of Dawn was she wanted to be controlled. But not totally. I'm fine with that; she's a lot of fun when she can let her sexual inventiveness loose. On the other hand; when she is dominated she drops all control and goes wherever I take her.

Now she was about to learn the responsibilities associated with having someone else in your hands.

***

Our house is located on the outskirts of Gig Harbor. We're in the middle of an upper middle-class neighborhood; neighbors on both sides and across the street, but open space behind us. It's a four bedroom, two and a half bath split-level; den and half bath in the lower level, the rest of the house above, with a fully fenced back yard, patio and spa off the den and a deck extending in front of the living room and master bedroom. Dawn had moved in with me not long after our adventure with Lillian, and she had taken over running the house easily.

This being late October, I really didn't expect much true sunbathing, but with a forecast of mild and warm weather, we would be able to enjoy the outdoors.

By nine in the morning Dawn was pacing the house; nervous and edgy. "Dawn! ... Come here! ... Kneel! ... Now, breathe deep and relax. Stay there until I release you. If you wish to seduce Marie, first you must control yourself. If you can't do it, I'll take her over completely. "

Slowly, Dawn calmed herself, when I saw her visibly relax I had her stand before me; "The next several hours will determine our relationship with Marie. She must trust us and love us. Think how you want to be treated by me, then treat her similarly"

***

Promptly at ten, Marie arrived. That was a very good sign; she responded well to orders, and she wanted to be with us. She was dressed simply; peasant blouse over a flowing skirt and pumps. Dawn and I met her at the door; I was in jeans and a polo shirt, Dawn in a simple brown skirt and white silk blouse. As usual, she wasn't wearing a bra. We greeted her with big smiles and warm hugs; we wanted her feeling welcome.

Marie looked a little uncertain when I opened the door, but our warm welcomes and big smiles quickly eased her. As small as she was, she fit easily under my arm as I hugged her, but her arms circled my waist, returning my hug. When Dawn opened her arms, Marie stepped into them and the girls exchanged cheek kisses, although Dawn did hold her close for several seconds more. Walking into the house Marie gasped and complimented us on the home. I suggested Dawn take her on a quick tour while I made coffee.

They met me on the upper deck where we could look out over Gig Harbor, across to Point Defiance, and all the way to Mount Rainier. We sat; talking and admiring the view including a pair of large hawks soaring on a thermal. At first it was just general stuff, but soon we began exchanging more personal information. Dawn told her a little about our relationship, taking pride in stressing her submissive role to me. Marie seemed surprised at first, and then she surprised me; "I envy you, I think that's the kind of relationship I'm looking for."

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"I was raised in a very strict house, my father wasn't mean or cruel, but his word was law. My mother never challenged him, and yet she seemed happy. I dated a few men in college, but no one had me wanting more than a casual friendship."

"I know what you mean," said Dawn, "I was in several situations, even slept with a couple of them, but something always seemed missing. Then when I started dating Ron it all changed. He would tell me when he would pick me up, where we were going, what I should wear. The first time I disobeyed him, he said the date was off, and he left me at the door."

"How did you feel when he did that?"

"My panties were wet, and I realized he was who I was looking for. The next day he called, told me where we were going, when he'd pick me up, what to wear. He didn't say a word about the night before."

"What did you do?"

"Honey, what do you think I did? I wore exactly what he told me, and was at the door waiting. We had a great night, and he fucked my brains out that night. He took charge there too."

"And after that?"

"We saw each other about four more months and then he told me to move in here."

"I'm not sure why, but I'm glad you told me about that, maybe there's someone out there for me too." She said a bit plaintively.

I'd been sitting quietly while they talked, watching Marie's face; the interplay of emotions, the slight increase in color, breathing that increased at times. I was thinking we might have made a good choice. "Marie, what if someone was closer than you think?"

"...I'm not sure I understand..."

"There was a reason we kept coming into your shop."

"Well, I just thought you liked my coffee at first, and then I thought you liked me..."

"True on both counts, we do like you, which is why we invited you out here. And the more I see and hear, the surer I am. Marie, come to me."

Her head lifted and her eyes enlarged. Slowly she rose from her chair, and while it was only a few steps, she seemed to take forever. When she was before me; she looked down, at my lap rather than my eyes. "Look at me, here you may be submissive, but I want your undivided attention."

Her eyes slowly lifted, until they were focused on my face. There was no fear, instead a sense of anticipation. "Dawn and I are drawn to you." She turned to look at Dawn, then back to me. "Have you ever made love to a woman?"

"No," she whispered, "I've never made love to anyone."

"Would you have a problem making love to Dawn? Or me, for that matter?"

"I don't think so...but I thought you just ordered Dawn to do things? Why are you asking me?"

"I started ordering her when I knew that was what she needed. I want to be sure about you. This won't be a simple man-woman relationship if you choose to join us. You will be one of three."

"Just like that? You want me moving in?"

"No. We want to know you better. If we all agree, then we'll have you move in."

"How...how long will that take?"

"That's hard to say; weeks at least, maybe months, but I doubt that. My sense is we will be able to come to a decision pretty quickly."

"What do I have to do?"

"Be yourself, just as we will be ourselves. It's the quickest and best way. And above all, be honest; if there is something you want to do, or not do, say so. It can take years before we can read each other's minds. Is this acceptable?"

"Yes." She whispered, "What do you want me to do now?"

"Go make lunch- you and Dawn – it's time."

After lunch we gathered in the den; I sat in my usual chair, Dawn at the near end of the couch, and Marie, with some direction, sat at Dawn's feet. As Dawn stroked her fine, blonde hair, Marie told us more about her life.

She had been raised by a fundamentalist father, and a very meek mother. Her father had run the family with an iron fist, and while he never hit anyone, his word was law. Marie had been seeking such a relationship since leaving home, and hoped we were it. "The first time you came into the shop I thought that was how it was with you. The second time I was sure, and the third time I knew Mistress Dawn was happy being with you. But the last time...when Mistress Dawn gave me orders...that surprised me. And then I felt a shiver; this is what I'm seeking...if you will accept me."

"Did your father ever molest you, or touch you inappropriately?"

"Ooh, no! He would never do anything like that."

"What sort of sex life did your parents have?"

"Well, I never saw them, but they made a lot of noise, and my mother was always smiling the next morning."

"Ok, both of you step over here." When they were before me, I ordered Dawn to remove her blouse, showing us her bare tits. "Look at Dawn, beautiful isn't she? Now, I want your blouse off."

Marie slowly pulled the blouse over her head. No surprise- her bra was a simple white affair. "Remove the bra."

Dawn watched closely as Marie exposed her small, perfectly shaped breasts; they stood proudly, having no need for support, probably a b-cup in size. Marie started to cover them with her arms, but when I flicked my hand, she dropped them to her side.

"Dawn, remove your skirt." Easily, she unsnapped the side catch and let the material drop around her feet. She now stood in bare feet and leather, thong cut, panties. Marie looked at Dawn, her eyes enlarging when she saw the panties.

"Marie, your turn, the skirt." Much more slowly, she released the skirt, it finally pooling at her feet. Naturally, she was wearing white, plain panties. The women looked each other over, and then Marie turned back to me.

"Do you like what you see? Isn't Dawn desirable? What do you think of her panties?"

"Yes...Sir...she's beautiful, but I don't think I could wear panties like those."

"Nor do I. Now, remove yours, I want to see the rest of you." Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment I thought she would run. This was her biggest test; and she waited seconds before taking a deep breath, lifting her chin, and then hooking thumbs into the waist band and pushing down. They joined the pile at her feet.

Standing before me, wearing only a pair of pumps, was a perfectly proportioned woman. From hair to feet everything was just right; the blonde hair swept around her face, framing it, highlighting the shape of her cheeks and the color of her eyes. Her finely shaped nose led to the bow shaped lips, which led you to her throat, which led to perfectly shaped breasts with pink nipples. From there you saw a tapered waist leading to nicely flared hips. Between those hips sat a perfectly shaped pair of lips, lightly covered with true blonde hair, so fine it was like a brush of color over pink lips. My eyes scanned down her exquisitely shaped legs, then back up to the pussy lips beginning to swell with excitement, a few drops of dew appearing on the edges.

By now Marie was quivering. Dawn reached over, caressing Maries back, smoothing an arm, murmuring encouraging words. "Dawn, take her in your arms, kiss her gently, welcome her."

Marie melted into Dawn's arms. If she wasn't supported, she'd have slipped to the floor. Dawn began kissing lightly; first on the lips, then along the jaw and throat and then back up to a mouth quivering for attention. This time Marie responded hungrily; pushing against Dawn, grinding lips against lips. When they did part, both were breathing heavily, and both had the heavy-lidded look of passion. They looked to me for instruction; "Marie, remove her panties."

She knelt; hands moving around the waist, fingers hooking under waist band, tugging down. The panties slid easily over hips, but caught between Dawn's legs. Marie ran the back of a finger down Dawn's slit, hooking the leather and freeing them. As the material hit the floor, Marie licked the juice off her finger and then smiled. Dawn looked down and affectionately caressed Marie's hair.

Yes, I enjoyed the scene before me, and I could join in feeling the girls, but I had other plans. I let them explore each other for a bit, and when Marie's color had risen to a bright red, and Dawn was panting heavily, I called a halt. "Dawn, take Marie to Jannelle's Lingerie and buy her at least half a dozen sets. Also buy a black set, and a deep red set for yourself. You know what I like. When you return, we'll have dinner and play more."

They must have thought I was kidding; neither moved, just looking at me, so I gave Dawn a sharp slap on the butt. "Move! You have two hours – starting now."

Suddenly they were scrambling and neither bothered with panties or bras, just tossing on tops and skirts, running for the door with shoes in hand.

I might have heard a giggle as the door closed.

***

Precisely two hours later they returned, laughing and happy. The bonding time had worked well; keeping them busy and yet still thinking sex. They had several bags in hand and Marie's eyes were shining with excitement.

***

Dinner was Thai. I'd ordered from a local restaurant and had it delivered ten minutes earlier.

I made sure to draw dinner out, discussing the local music scene, boats in the harbor, even an eagle soaring overhead while they were gone. The girls were squirming on their chairs, anxious to show me their treasures. Finally, after an hour, I put my napkin down. ""Girls, clear the table, and you can put on a lingerie show for me. Dawn, you wear the red outfit, then sit with me while Marie shows us what she has."

I took a drink into the den, put some quiet music on and waited. But not for long; Dawn had selected a lingerie set so red it was almost black. Strapless, it clung to her breasts as if painted on, molding to her curves. The panties shaped over her hips just as snugly, and then swooped over her pussy, actually clinging to her lips, pulling just a little in between. Already there was a touch of moisture seeping through the almost translucent material. She walked in swinging her hips in an accented manner, a large smile shining up the room.

"Give me a slow turn." She lifted to the ball of her left foot and slowly rotated. I held my breath as her ass came into view, and it was worth it! There was a splash of dark red over her hips, disappearing between her cheeks; my hand reached out, caressing one beautiful globe, then the other.

"You're gorgeous, come sit at my feet, and we'll see how well you did with our student." She sat next to my leg, an arm pulling a lightly clad tit against my leg, while I caressed her hair.

Several minutes later we heard Marie coming slowly down the stairs. She paused at the door, just out of sight. That is when Dawn began; "The first number we selected is a simple, innocent, white one piece." As she was speaking, Marie stepped into view; her hair was draped simply over her shoulders, the golden blonde transitioning into the wide white straps of a teddy-like, body sculpting work of art. Marie acted nervous, which I suppose was natural, as this was all new to her. Never-the-less she moved into the room without hesitation and then did a slow turn before walking out of the room. The lingerie may have been meant to be simple and innocent, but there was nothing simple or innocent about the shapely ass leaving the room. I heard Dawn exhale, and realized she had been clinging to my leg. "Nervous?"

"Yes. I worried she wouldn't be able to do this. And that would mean she wouldn't fit with us. She was really shaking when I came down."

"Do you want to help her?"

"Yes, but I won't. She has to do this herself. I had a moment when I decided what I wanted, this is her time."

We heard her descending the stairs again and Dawn began again;"Now this piece is a little more risqué, we selected the color to high light her lips, and the cut for her shape."

Marie stepped before us; this was a red lace, two piece set. It still covered all the vital parts, and yet underscored the perfection of her body. Another slow turn and I admired the material's cling over her ass. This time as she left the room, she looked over her shoulder, watching our reactions. She had to be pleased because there was extra bounce in her step. "How many more to go?"


Dawn and Marie Ch. 02



After talking to Marie, Dawn and I quickly packed and then managed a fitful night's sleep before an early start.

We headed east at six in the morning. You don't want to cross the passes tired in winter, and we were into mid-November. Snow at Snoqualmie Pass was measured in tens of feet and snowfall in tens of inches. We hit the pass at eight, Yakima a little after ten.

I'm glad there are signs pointing toward the hospital, they make finding it easier. We found the hospital, parked, and quickly went to reception; asking for Marie's room.

On the fifth floor, we found her in a private room being attended by a nurse, while a strained looking middle-aged woman sat in a corner. It was only as Dawn stepped next to the nurse that Marie knew we were there. "Dawn?"

She had a cast visible on her left arm, fading bruises on her face and neck, and a suspicious looking lump under the sheet.

Her eyes darted from Dawn to me and back again. "How? You came for me?" Tears welled in her eyes.

Dawn stepped to her, taking a hand in hers. "Shh, it's ok. We're here. When you're ready we'll take you home."

"Mom...this is Dawn, and that's Ron. They're friends, good friends."

"I know dear, you've been calling for them."

She turned to us; "I'm Agnes, obviously her mother. She's been calling your names all the time she was unconscious, and even when she slept. You must be pretty good friends?"

Dawn and I exchanged glances and nodded together. "Yes," I said, "we love her."

"Ahh." Was all she said. "I'll leave you alone for now; Jonathan is down stairs, he's going through therapy for his stroke. Right now his goal is to come up here to see his girl."

"How bad was the stroke?"

"He's lost a lot of motion on his right side, but we're already seeing some of it coming back. The doctor said we were lucky to get him here as fast as we did, but we had been shopping just a mile away, and I happened to be driving when it hit. I'm going down stairs now; it's nice to meet you. I take it you're staying a while?"

"As long as we need to."

"Then we can talk later."

I watched her walking into the hall and had to think she had to be a very strong woman.

We visited until Marie began nodding, then kissed her goodbye.

We took a room at a hotel within ten minutes of the hospital. While checking in I had a thought and asked if they had a two bedroom suite. Fortunately they did, so while Dawn moved us in, I returned to the hospital looking for Agnes.

She had returned to Marie's room, and seemed to be sleeping when I walked in. At rest, you could see she was feeling the strains of the last few weeks, but she woke quickly when I whispered her name.

"What is it?"

"I don't know how far from here you live, but we've taken a suite at the Ledgestone. It has two bedrooms, and you're welcome to one of them any time."

"Home is almost an hour away. You're sure I won't be a problem?"

"Agnes...here's a key. Get some rest. It even has a small kitchen so you can make something at any hour."

"Thank you. I could use a full night's sleep. And a bath. I'll come over in an hour or so."

***

We settled into a routine over the next week; up early, breakfast for everyone, then to the hospital in separate cars. We visited with Marie while Agnes joined her husband, and then one of us would adjourn to a lounge to take care of business on line or by phone. After an hour, we'd trade off. This gave us a lot of time to be with Marie, and being in a non-sexual situation, we talked about many things; she liked hiking and would like to do sections of the Pacific Crest Trail, but most of her experience was on the Eastern slopes of the Cascades. She'd never been on a sail boat and when I told her about The Dancer, looked apprehensive. "I don't know...what do you do when they tip over?"

"They only heel over so far, then they're stable, but that's not a problem with my boat -- she's a trimaran and they heel no more than five degrees."

"Trimaran?"

"Three hulls; the central, main hull where all the accommodations are, and the amas, floats, they provide stability. She's easy to sail and pleasant to sail on. Next summer we'll get a lot of time on her."

"We?"

"Sure. You don't think Dawn and I have given up on you, do you?"

That's when Agnes came in, watching over an older man struggling with a walker. Realizing it was Marie's father, I stood, leaving so they could be alone. He held up his hand; "Are you the man my wife has been telling me about?" he said with some difficulty.

"Most likely, I don't know what she's been telling you though."

"Where's the other one? The woman?"

"Dawn? She's in the lounge, probably on her computer."

"Ah, was that her? My wife didn't tell me. We'll talk later; I'd like to see my daughter now."

I joined Dawn in the lounge, filled her in on events.

"How did he look? What did he say about you and me?"

"Only that we'd talk later.

Twenty minutes later, they did join us in the lounge. Dawn had still been busy on her laptop, but closed it when they entered. I had a better look at him; he wasn't a big man, stocky would be a good description. He was well muscled and his hands a bit rough. He was probably in his late fifties, and his graying hair was thinning.

"My name is Jonathan Walters. That is my daughter Marie in there, and this is my wife, Agnes. I appreciate you coming across the mountains at this time of year to be with her, but I want to know why. Why are you here?"

"Jonathan! You shouldn't be treating them harshly; they came right away when she called them."

"I know that. I don't mean to be rude. But Agnes tells me Marie has been calling for you ever since the accident. Now, there isn't much I can do right now, but I still want to know what's going on."

"We love her. Before the accident we were going to ask her to live with us. Then, when we didn't hear from her for weeks, and when she wasn't at work, well ... I guess we thought she didn't want us. When she called, and told us what happened, there was only one choice for us."

"So .... Agnes, I need to sit ... so, you want my daughter to live with you? Isn't one woman enough for you?"

"In this case, no. Marie fills a spot for both of us. We probably didn't know it beforehand, but when we got to know her, we both realized we needed her. Sitting here, talking with her over the last few days has only re-enforced that feeling."

"What about you young lady? I'm sorry; I can't remember your name."

"That's ok. It's Dawn, like in the sunrise. Yes, I love Marie also. I've really missed her these last three weeks. The house feels empty without her. I want her back."

"I can't allow it. My daughter is saving herself for someone special. I'm sorry, but you might as well go back to Seattle or where ever you came from."

"Jonathan! You have no more right to interfere in Marie's life now than you did her namesake."

"But I just want her to be happy..."

"Nonsense, you're trying to keep control. Well, it's too late. I saw her face when they came in the room. She loves them, yes both of them. And they love her. We had something very much like that, but you drove her away and I never forgave you. I loved Marie. I thought you did too. But you were more concerned about the neighbors, or the church, or your boss. Not about me; your wife, or Marie; our lover. And she did love you. She still does, even after all these years."

"She ... how do you know?"

"We talk every week. I've kept her up to date on you since the stroke. She wishes she could be here."

"We shouldn't talk about this now. Not in front of them; they're not family. We'll talk later."

"The hell we will! They love our daughter. They came running when she called. Marie has been calling their names for weeks. I would have called them if I'd known how. They are family as far as I'm concerned." For a woman reputed to be submissive, she really had some steel in her spine.

I've seen several men receive bad news better than Jonathan Walters. He was already in the chair, or he'd have gone to the floor. As it was, all the air in him seemed to leak out. He sat quiet for several minutes; we waited.

"You've been talking to Marie? Agnes, I'm sorry, I really am. I've missed her since that day. I wished many times to undo all of that. But I didn't know how. Now you tell me I could have cleaned up my mess years ago? Oh God ... what have I done?" He whispered.

No one spoke for the longest time; Dawn and I were stunned by the revelations, Jonathon was slumped in his chair, and Agnes had left the room. She returned about fifteen minutes later; "She'll be here tomorrow. God help you if you treat her like you did twenty five years ago, because I will leave you this time!"

***

Dawn and I returned to the hotel. We really didn't have much to say, so we both turned to our computers and our work. Agnes came in an hour later. She went to her bedroom and stayed for three hours. When she came out, she looked much better so I'm sure it's fair to say she'd been sleeping.

"I'm hungry, let's go have dinner. I'd like to know you two better."

Checking with the desk, I found a nice little Italian restaurant down the street. Given the cold wind blowing, we agreed the closer the better. It was a quiet place, ten or twelve tables with only four occupied. We checked the menu while munching on fresh bread dipped in oil.

Eventually we ordered dinner and a bottle of Chianti. Agnes sipped her wine and relaxed, looking around. "This is nice, do you mind if we come back tomorrow night? I think Marie would enjoy this."

"Marie?"

"Oh, I'm sorry; I forgot you haven't heard the whole story yet. Before 'our' Marie was born, there was the first Marie. She was Jonathan's and my lover. But he sent her away because the neighbors were talking, and his church gave him an ultimatum. After she left we moved to another town and restarted our life. I've stayed in contact with her, and we've gotten together a few times over the years, but only for two or three hours."

"Did she ever marry?" asked Dawn.

"Yes, but it didn't work out. They divorced amicably after five years."

We ate quietly for a time, then she asked; "How did you meet Marie?"

Dawn told her our story, while Agnes listened intently. As Dawn wound down, Agnes smiled; "You may not believe this, but ... Jonathan and I had been married just over four months, when we went into a café for lunch. Marie was our waitress. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and when I looked over at him ... he was transfixed. Now, the way we had been brought up, I was supposed to get angry at him. Maybe make him sleep on the couch for a week. But I couldn't. He wanted her, and I did too! It had never happened to me before, I'd never been attracted to a woman, and I didn't know what to do. All I knew was we had to get to know her. For two weeks we ate lunch there, at her table. We became friendly, and eventually friends, and months later, lovers. We lived together for almost three years."

"And now she's coming back? Why? I mean besides meeting her daughter."

"She still loves him. She loves me too, but she has missed him. Understand, he's not a bad man. He's really a very good man. Somewhat misguided perhaps, but he's seen today how much he has missed and I think he's ready to change. We'll see tomorrow."

***

We were visiting with Marie when Agnes stopped in; "She's here. I want to introduce her here first then take her down to Jonathan."

Marie looked up from the magazine she had been reading. "Who's here?"

Before one of us could answer, Agnes stepped into the hall, then back into the room, followed by another woman. To say we were shocked would be an understatement. We were looking at a more mature version of Marie. Let me put it another way: Marie was Marie. Just younger, or older. Depending on how you referenced it. Them.

It suddenly came to me; "Agnes, you didn't tell us everything last night."

Marie (Our Marie) looked completely dazed. She was looking at herself, and not understanding why.

Seeing the consternation on everyone's faces Agnes said; "I know this is a shock, but when you two came, I realized now was the best time to do this. Marie needs your support to meet Marie."

"Darling," Agnes said to Marie (the younger), "this is hard for me to say, but is long overdue; Marie, I want you to meet your mother. Your real mother."

The other Marie had been quiet at Agnes's side, but now she stepped to the bedside, and extended her hand. "Hello, I've wanted to do this for a very long time. I'm sure you have many questions and I, and Agnes, will answer all of them in time. But for right now, I'm going down stairs to have a long talk with your father."

Agnes looked over at Dawn and I; "Will you fill Marie in on what I told you last night? We'll be back in a bit for all the questions."

"What do you guys know that I don't? And why didn't you tell me?"

Dawn spoke first; "Last night your mother, um, Agnes, told us how she and Jonathan loved a woman named Marie, but because of pressure from the community, they broke up. Really though, she didn't tell us you were that Marie's daughter."

"And," I added, "She didn't tell us you were almost identical."

***

Agnes and Marie returned with Jonathan in tow, greeted by a roomful of silence.

Agnes began to speak, but Marie held up her good arm, palm out; "No. Since Dad seems to be at the heart of this, I want him telling me exactly what happened. Daddy ... is it true that Mom, that is to say Agnes, isn't my real mother, but this other woman is?"

This time the other Marie started, but Marie cut her off; "Not yet, please. I don't want to seem rude, we'll talk in a few minutes, but he is going to explain twenty five years of a lie, because I know he was behind it."

I was beginning to feel sorry for the man; He had no good explanation that would make him look good, and he knew it. Three of the five in the room were angry at him, and the other two were witnessing his humiliation. Dawn moved beside him, and in low voice said; "Mr. Walters, just tell them everything. I'll hold your hand. It'll be better getting it done."

He looked up at her, probably really seeing her for the first time. Tears were running down his cheeks as he fumbled to a chair next to the bed. He started to speak, stopped and cleared his throat, then began again in a low but clear voice; "Agnes and I married in 1982, we had known each other for almost a year before that. I was 12 years older, but we fell in love and age didn't matter, she was 18 and I was 30 when we married. We had been married about half a year, when we met Marie. She waitressed in a café we went into for lunch one day. When I saw her ... Agnes understands this ... when I saw her, my breath stopped. I fell in love instantly. I wanted her, but I already had Agnes. I think given a choice ... no, that's wrong ... I was given a choice. I think if it had been anyone else but Agnes next to me, I'd have abandoned them to be with Marie. I don't know how long I stared at her, but it finally registered that she was asking if I wanted to order, or just ogle her all day. I looked over at Agnes, and she had almost the same look on her face as must have been on mine."

He took a sip of water from a glass next to him, squeezed Dawn's fingers, took another deep breath and continued; "We went back every chance we had, looked past her beauty, got to know her as a person. One night Agnes and I had a long honest talk; I admitted I was in love with Marie. She surprised me by admitting she too loved Marie, but had no idea what she could do about it. The one thing we knew though was we wanted her as a friend.

We invited her home; it wasn't much, a small rental house in Moxee, you know, east of Yakima. I was working for one of the grain elevators nearby, and the rent matched my pay -- low. But she liked it, and us, and we became friends and then lovers. Now, I know in lots of the country, this would have been acceptable, but not in Moxee. It was then, probably now, a fundamentalist Christian community. We were tolerated for a while, but when Marie started showing, they began talking, and eventually became quite cruel to all of us but especially Marie.

When you were born, we, no ... I, decided we had to move. But Marie wanted to keep the job she had; the people were accepting and supportive, and she made good money as a waitress."

He took another sip, looked around the room. "We took you as our daughter and moved to Toppenish where I got a job maintaining farm equipment and we bought the house we raised you in. Not as an excuse, but I have regretted that decision every day of my life. I was wrong. I should have insisted Marie come with us. But I didn't."

He looked over at his former lover; "Marie, I have missed you every day. Just like Agnes, you filled a part of me. I've had that hole a long time. Please, can you forgive me?"

"No. Not yet anyway. Maybe never ... I just don't know. Before I concern myself with you I want to know my daughter, and I need to spend time with Agnes. You thought you knew everything, and wouldn't listen to us. What you left out in your version of events, was YOU decided it would be best if you and Agnes kept my daughter, but you told her I made that choice. I didn't learn that 'till last week. So you've been a manipulating sonofabitch all these years. And now I hear you're still trying to control her life. Well, Mister, that is so yesterday."

She looked around the room; "Now, I want all of you to leave, I will spend time with Marie. Agnes, come back in a while please. Jonathan, go away. Go do therapy or something. I don't care what. And you two," speaking to Dawn and I, "I'd like to get to know you also, but not right now. I hope you understand."

Agnes escorted Jonathan back to his room, and Dawn and I returned to the hotel where I threw back a stiff drink. All Dawn could say was; "Wow, I feel like I was caught in the middle of a whirlwind."

"I know, Talk about your soap operas ..."

After a time we adjourned to our bedroom, where we tantalized each other, by pulling a piece of clothing off, then kissing the exposed skin until our victim was squirming. I had Dawn down to panties and was busy sucking her nipples into hard points when Agnes stepped into our bedroom. Obviously we hadn't heard her come in, but even more interesting, Marie was behind her. The older Marie. Dawn was even slower to realize we had company, and had slid down and taken my cock into her mouth. "Well, I'm sorry to disturb you. Is there any objection to Marie staying here tonight?"

I looked down at Dawn, who only raised her eyebrows while going deeper on my cock. "No, we don't mind, where is she going to sleep?"

Marie giggled and said; "With Agnes of course. We have a lot of catching up to do. Sort of like you. And dear ... you seem to have an excellent technique; perhaps we can compare notes sometime?"

Dawn gurgled an answer while nodding her head, a very interesting sensation.

They went to the other bedroom, leaving both doors open. Taking the hint, I had Dawn curl spoon like in front of me. I caressed her tits, pulling sharply on the nipples and nibbling on her neck. All the while we watched Agnes and Marie strip each other; they didn't rush, but then again they didn't dawdle either. Quickly we could see Marie was indeed the model of her daughter, the figure was very similar, just a little fuller; her hips a bit rounder, but the butt just as firm, the waist just as well defined, her breasts fuller but still very high and beautifully shaped. Agnes on the other hand, was taller and slimmer; her legs had a wonderful shape to them, leading to a small, tight ass. Her hips were narrow, leading up through her waist to a strong back and finely muscled arms. A brief twist exposed small, firm tits.




Dawn and Marie Ch. 02



They turned and smiled at us, and fell together to the bed, hands and lips exploring; hands roaming slowly, kisses drawn out, time suspended. I slid my very hard cock into Dawn; even as we watched the two lovers rediscover each other we matched their pace. The slower they went, the slower I went. Dawn was squirming, wanting my cock buried hard and fast; I teased her, the slower I stroked the more she called for. At one point Agnes looked over at us, whispered something to Marie, padded into our room where she massaged Dawn's clit for a moment. All Dawn could do was gasp and squeeze my cock harder. Agnes returned to Marie, ostentatiously licking fingers and then bending to suck pussy lips. Marie could be heard saying; "God ... I've missed you and that talented tongue. Go deeper, honey ... that's it, that's it ... ooh ... now up ... that's it ... now, more, harder, harder, HARDER,AAHH ... oh ... that was good."

Even as Marie was shouting out her climax, Dawn quivered into hers; repeatedly yipping in her trademark expression of orgasm.

***

We gather in Marie's hospital room mid-morning. Agnes and her lover Marie sat in a corner holding hands. Our lover Marie looked at them asking; "So, have you two re-established?"

They nodded in unison, looked at each other and grinned. I was seated on a window sill with Dawn wrapped in my arms when a nurse escorted in Jonathan. He sat in the only other chair, looking at every one.

The day felt different; no one wanted confrontations, only solutions. After several minutes Marie announced from her bed; "The doctor says I can go home tomorrow, but I'll still have casts on, and my activities will be severely restricted. Believe me I am soo ready to get out of here."

"I have your bedroom ready for you dear." Said Agnes.

"Thanks Mom, but I'm torn two ways; I'd rather go home with Ron and Dawn; we have a lot of building to do, and even like this I'd like to get started, but at the same time, I want to get to know my real mother."

Dawn and I told her we were ready to head west right now if she could escape, "I'd love to, but the doctor won't let me go until he looks at the latest pictures, and that won't be today, something about some things not being available on holidays."

"Holiday?"

"Apparently this is Thanksgiving."

Jonathan had been quiet the whole time, his head slumped forward. "Daddy, I need you to get better. We need you getting better. Mom and I talked this morning; she's not going to put up with an invalid. She want's you home and underfoot, but useful, not just taking space. So get your face off the floor and get busy on therapy."

All this time Marie had been quiet; "Perhaps I can make a suggestion. Darling, you go home with Dawn and Ron, and I'll join you in a month. Meantime, Agnes and I shall rehab Jonathan here. That way everyone has time to adjust to all the new circumstance."

***

There was no way Marie would be able to ride in the car we drove east. Not with a pair of casts on. I rented a van with a large bench seat in back, and drove her home, while Dawn drove our car. We stopped periodically so she could move about, easing her discomfort. Going east took four hours, west took seven. Snoqualmie Pass was snowing, but lightly and the plows were keeping the roadway clear. But at least we got her home. We set her up in her own bedroom, across from ours.

The following Monday we made arrangements with a local orthopedic doctor.

Twenty some hours after getting home, Marie was whining about being lonely. Taking the hint, Dawn joined her in bed. I watched them for a while from the door; Dawn was gentle but thorough. She kissed and licked every exposed inch of body, with much time spent on nipples and pussy. Marie twisted and turned as much as she could, but I had to laugh when she swore at Dawn for torturing her. "I'll get you for this! I'm going to make sure you can only move one arm and one leg, and I'm going to suck your pussy dry!"

***

The next evening I was able to spend time in Marie's bed. She couldn't take the action of being fucked, but sure made up for missed time sucking my cock into a twisted wreck of itself. The more she sucked me, the more I went after her pussy. The more I licked, sucked, nibbled and bit, the more she stroked, licked and sucked. She promised the night she was free of casts she was going to fuck my brains out. Then she was going to tie Dawn up and do the same to her. "You do know," I said to her, "that is the sort of thing she can get into."

"Oooh I hope so, I have a lot of fantasies I want to explore."

***

We saw the doctor the following week and he was pleased with the work done in Yakima. Two weeks later he was willing to move her to a soft cast on her leg, and just a sling for the arm. To celebrate Dawn took her to a spa for the day, and they met me at our favorite Italian restaurant where we had a very pleasant dinner; the staff fussed over Marie, served Dawn gracefully, and just smiled knowingly at me. I did tip well.

At home, Marie wiggled out of her clothing; even with a soft cast she managed to look sexy. She tugged at my belt and tugged my pants and shorts down, pushed me to a dining room chair. My cock didn't wait for instructions. One look at a naked Marie and it was hard. She straddled my legs, put a hand on my shoulder and with the other guided my cock to her dripping pussy. "I haven't had a cock since you last made love to me. I'm going to be tight. Very tight, but I can't wait any longer. Tongues are nice. Fingers are nice. But now I want cock!"

Dawn slipped in behind her; "I have some help."

She covered my cock with lube and then ran coated fingers into Marie's quim, drawing a loud moan from her. Marie sank down; tight as she was the lube did its job and she slowly impaled herself on me. Fully down, both hands on my shoulders, she looked me in the eyes. "You told me weeks ago I had to tell you what I wanted and when I wanted it. Now I'm telling you. I want you, and I want Dawn. I want you to be the head of my home, and I will do anything you tell me. The same with Dawn. I love you both. It's funny; we really only had a few hours together and yet I'm bonded to you. Well, with your cock in me I guess we really are bonded, huh? But we are. And I want to be with you forever."

Her pussy was clamping and unclamping my cock while she talked, and the more she clamped, the more ragged her breathing became. Then Dawn stepped behind her, cupped her tits and tugged the nipples. Marie groaned, mumbled; 'Oh god, I love you guys ..." And began rising and falling on me. Dawn helped her keep the weight off the damaged leg, guiding her while whispering in her ear.

Slowly at first, then faster and faster she rode me. I sucked nipples; caressed wherever I could touch, told her I loved and missed her, kissed her lips. She kept moaning how much she missed this, how she loved me, then; "Hold on, please ... I'm close ... close ... ah, ah, oh, here it comes, wait, wait, NOW, aahh, aahh ... oh ... that was good."

Even as she was coming, my sperm was shooting through me; jetting into her. She slumped into me and I held her in my arms. "You're home honey, you're with us."

"I know," she whispered, "But I think I'm sleepy now. Master, may I go to bed?"

I carried her to her bed, slipped her under the covers as Dawn joined her from the other side, cuddling to her. I turned off the lights, went back to the dining room where I picked up the clothes and shut everything down.

***

Marie (the Elder) arrived three days later. After exchanging hugs and pleasantries and installing her in the bedroom next to Marie, we sat with coffee. Before things got too far along, I had a suggestion; "We have two 'Maries' at the table, things can get confusing quickly at this rate. Does either of you have a nickname we can use?"

"I've been known to my friends as 'May' for a lot of years, I don't see why we can't do that here." Said the elder blonde.

"'May' it is. Welcome to our home."

"I'm still trying to decide; do I call you 'Mom', 'Mother', or what?"

"Marie, we don't know each other yet. Why don't you just call me 'May'?"

"I can do that. How have things been at home? How's Dad doing?"

"Physically ... he's improving, but mentally ... I just don't know. He has days where he seems on top of the world, but too many more where he's depressed."

"Haven't you and Mom been able to get him out of it?"

"I think everything you said to him went deeper than we realized. But, that was all stuff he had to hear. We talked more after he went home, but the decisions he made twenty five years ago is weighing on him."

Dawn placed a hand on May's; "How about you and Agnes? Did you pick up from where you left off at the hotel?"

"Oh, yes. If anything good came from this ... Agnes and I together again is it."

++++++

Marie and May spent every available moment together over the next week. Every time I'd turn around, there they were; coffee in hand, talking quietly. It wasn't just the past they were catching up on, but their future also. They had to learn each other's thinking, emotions, personalities. Sure they looked very much alike, but they had twenty five separate years of growth.

Many days Dawn sat in with them, and soon I had three women laughing and yakking. It was a good sound. Now of course I spent many hours sitting with them also, and I could watch the closeness develop, the differences were almost as startling as the similarities: May was outgoing, warm, forthright in her thoughts and opinions. Marie was quieter. Much more reserved. She waited 'til asked for her thoughts.

In appearance they were much alike. Oh sure they wore their hair and makeup different, and of course twenty five years will put lines on any face, but you could only think they were related. Even their voices were similar.

***

Christmas and New Year's came and went. We exchanged a few gifts, but really having Marie and her mother in my home was enough for Dawn and me.

***

Marie was still sleeping in her own bed, either Dawn or I would join her for the night and May accepted the arrangements as normal. In the middle of the second week of the New Year, while Dawn was busy making love to Marie, and yes they were quite noisy that night, May appeared at my door; with a light knock she asked if she could join me. Thinking she wanted to talk, I said sure.

She wore a thin, I mean really thin, robe, and the light behind her proved that was all she wore. Before she even got to my bed my cock was hardening. But when she dropped the robe and slid into my bed, I went to full-on hard on. "May ... what's going on?"

"Listening to the three of you every night has put strain on me. I can't sleep through all your noise. You owe me a good night's sleep."

"What about Marie? How will she take this?"

"Oh, she thinks this is a good idea. So does Dawn. Now, can we stop talking for a while? I'd like to see if you're as good as they say."

I reach to turn off the light; "No, no. Leave it on. I love seeing what's going on."

Well, she knew what she wanted. And I knew what I wanted. Pulling her into my arms, we began a slow seduction. Oh, sure, we knew where we were going; we just weren't going to rush.

We started with soft, exploratory kisses; just lips to lips first; testing, then moving around faces, tasting and caressing, nibbling an earlobe, brushing a throat. Soon we were nipping at lips while hands were tracing over chests and stomachs. She was giving as well as she got; if my hand brushed her nipple, her fingers were pinching mine. When my fingers traced her stomach, stopping just short of her pussy, she made a point of doing the same to me, avoiding my cock.

Determined to live up to advanced billing I grasped her wrists and held her hands above her head. "Don't move."

Releasing them, I slid down her stomach, my tongue forcibly painting my trail. I moved straight into her pussy; my tongue forcing the lips open. I drove deep, trying to lift her off the bed. I almost made it too. She clamped her legs hard against my ears and quivered. My face was bathed in juice as she came, and came again. I moved the little bit up to her clit and slowly strummed it a she came down. When her legs had relaxed enough, I moved up, kissing my way to her face, smearing her juices everywhere. "You taste delicious. Have you been eating peaches?"

"Not since I got here. Can you taste them?"

"Kiss me, tell me what you think."

"Mmm ... there is a hint. How about I start on strawberries next/"

"We'll have to see how long that flavor takes to show up. Won't we?"

"I may never leave at this rate."

"We'll talk about that later, right now I'd like your legs wrapped around my hips."

"C'mon cowboy, I thought you'd never ask."

No more waiting, I knelt between her legs, held my cock to her well lubricated quim and pushed. Damn! She was as tight as her daughter! Patiently I pushed in; there was no rushing this. I felt her ankles locking over my back even as she urged me on; "C'mon ... push, I can take it."

And she did. When I was fully in we held position, waiting while she adapted. Soon the need to do more welled in me; I began a slow pistoning; just an inch or so at first, building until we were both grunting with our efforts. I was driving in with everything I had. She was flexing her legs and hunching up against me; trying to get all of me .I don't know how long we went. I could have been five minutes, or fifty. All I know is we were whispering, moaning, grunting. There may have been some yelling in there too.

"Now ..." she whispered; "Do it now, I'm there, coming, coming, Oh god I'm cumming. Fuckfuckfuckfuck, Oh God ... I'm CUMMING!"

I dug my toes into the bed, pounding into her. Sweat poured into my eyes. My muscles ached. But I couldn't stop. I HAD to cum. And then I did. She was just coming down as everything in me poured into her. She responded with another round of quivering as she moaned into my ear.

***

"Well Mom, is he as good as we said?"

I craned my head, turning to look at the two naked beauties in the doorway. If I'd had any energy, I might have spanked them for being sassy. I didn't have it. My cock did twitch in May's cunt, but that was all there was.

"Yes dear. He certainly is. Would you two mind if I did this again?"

"Marie and I were talking about that. You know, while you guys were messing up the bed. We think you should stay with us. We'll make it worth your while."

She sighed; "As tempting as that is ... I want to renew everything with Agnes and Jonathan."

From my resting position between her legs I offered a thought; "Why don't we invite them over for a while? Do you think he can travel?"

AS I rolled off her May said; "I'll call in the morning. I hope he can, having them here might be just what we need."

I felt a mouth cleaning my cock; lifting my head I saw Marie gently sucking my prick clean. A slight twist and I saw Dawn cleaning all the juices from May's overflowing box. As I watched, the two exchanged kisses and then licked each other's lips.

Deviants. I was trapped with a bunch of deviants.

Life was good.

*****



Dawn and Marie Ch. 03



May called Agnes first thing in the morning. I'm not even certain she had one cup of coffee before getting on the phone.

I know I hadn't when she came bouncing on the bed; announcing Agnes and Jonathan would be here in three days. Dawn and Marie sleepily stood in the doorway. "Shouldn't you guys put some clothes on?" I asked them.

"Why? You two aren't wearing anything either."

"We have a good excuse - we've been busy."

"Why, that's what I was going to say."

"Well in that case, why don't you two join us, we'll all warm up."

A king size bed is plenty roomy, but three squirming women can take up a lot of space. Those three couldn't just lie there quietly, oh no, they had hands touching and rubbing, giggling and whispering. I'm not complaining mind you; they had me in the middle of the pile, and the hands were everywhere. Of course my hands were busy too. I was feeling tits and asses, and of course fingers found juicy pussies. Sometimes there were other fingers in there. We didn't mind sharing, it was all good fun. You might ask how we suddenly got this relaxed. I know I would. It was spontaneous; Dawn was busy lapping away in May's pussy, and Marie simply joined in. Between the two of them she was virtually climbing the headboard, then sliding back for more. While Dawn kept licking, Marie kissed her way up until she was lip to lip with her mother. "Good morning, isn't this a great way to wake up?"

***

A few days later Agnes and Jonathan arrived. She looked much more relaxed since Yakima. He was moving much more freely. He still had mobility problems; his right arm clasped to his side, and stiffness in his walk, but much of the facial paralysis had passed. When he spoke, there was some difficulty, but he fought his way through it.

"Agnes, Jonathan, welcome to my home. Marie will show you to your room, then we can gather in the den. Um, Jonathan, can you handle stairs?" He just nodded as they walked away.

It was going to take a while for him to warm up to me.

***

Over coffee we caught up on events since Thanksgiving; Jonathan had been released from the hospital the following Monday, and therapy was arranged in Toppenish. He was working at recovery an hour a day, going home and continuing for the rest of the day. Prognosis was good, but recovery would take time. Agnes was on extended leave from her position as office manager of a heating company. Fortunately she had plenty of vacation time saved, but that would run out eventually.

Jonathan's position with the farm equipment company was being held, but he probably wouldn't be able to go back to equipment repair. His boss had felt out Jonathan about an office slot, possibly field supervisor. He thought that was for the best too.

"How long can you stay?" I asked them. "You're welcome here as long, or as often as you want."

"Thank you," he responded. "After the way I treated you at the hospital, I didn't expect this kindness."

"Nonsense Jonathan, we all say things we regret later. You're Marie's father; at the very least I owe you another chance. Besides, I hear it's really cold over there right now. Here it's just wet."

"Thank you. But why don't you call me John. Jonathan seems very formal in this circumstance."

"Great! Listen; let's just relax the rest of the day, tomorrow we'll take you on a tour of the area. Agnes, do you want to do some shopping? There are a lot of great shops this side of the bridge."

"You don't cross the bridge?"

"The Narrows Bridge can get swamped in traffic at certain times of the day; it used to take an hour or more to get across. And heaven help you if there was an accident. Fortunately adding the new one has taken a lot of the strain off the commutes. That has made a world of difference. But, if you want to, we can go to Tacoma, or Seattle if you want."

"Well ... we'll see."

***

The next day, a Thursday, we toured through Gig harbor. We dropped the women off down town, promising to be back in two hours. John and I cruised town for a bit, just making small talk; feeling each other out. Shortly we were at the Marina where I keep The Dancer. The tide was about half out, meaning a somewhat difficult slope on the ramp. I gave him the option of coming back another day; "No, no. I want to see your boat, just help me a bit. Challenges are good for me."

I stayed in front, letting him set the pace. He was sweating at the bottom, but the smile said a lot. At the boat, he was silent quite a while, looking her over. After eyeing the path he'd have to navigate from boarding the near float, then crossing the aft arm to get to the cockpit, he sighed; "Ron, she's a beauty, but that's more than I can handle right now. I'd really like to see the whole boat, maybe this summer?"

"Any time. It will be warmer, and a sail then will be much more fun."

"Will I be able to sail on her?"

"Oh sure. There was a sailor, back in the seventies or eighties that sailed on a Tri with one leg. Now granted, he was an experienced sailor, but in here, on the Sound, no problems."

"Not to get too personal ... How can you afford this? For that matter what do you do? You seemed to be able to drop everything when Marie called."

"Actually, we didn't drop anything. We brought our work with us. Dawn is a manager for an on-line business. She frees up the owner so he can focus on the part he enjoys; interaction with his customers. She covers the nuts and bolts, employee payroll, equipment and utilities."

"And you?"

"I'm a money manager. I direct business investments for ten to twelve individuals. They're busy with their own corporations, but want to give back in a way by investing in startup companies. I handle that side of things."

"How did you meet Marie?"

I laid out our story from beginning to end. Finally he shook his head; "That's almost spooky. Basically you met your Marie the same way we met ours. What are the odds of something like that?"

"I've been thinking on that ... since I heard about you guys. Do you believe in karma? There are too many similarities in both situations. It has to be more than coincidence."

***

We met the women and took them to lunch. Everyone was in a good mood. They all agreed they could have gotten better prices at a mall, but all their purchases were more unique.

"Just wait until we go to Jannelle's," announced Marie; "Then we'll see some unique outfits."

"No," laughed Dawn, "the men will see unique outfits."

John looked over at me; "Just how unique are we talking about?"

"Let's just say if you were wearing one ... you wouldn't be wearing much. Anywhere."

That had Dawn and Marie collapsing in each other's arms in laughter, and May and Agnes looking a bit perplexed.

"Um girls, can we go to the ladies room?"

***

Ten minutes later they were back. May went straight to John, took his face in her hands, leaned forward, and in a low but clear voice announced; "You Sir, are going to have a whole new experience. I sure hope you brought your heart medicine."

Looking puzzled, he responded; "But I don't need heart medicine...?"

"Tomorrow we're going to Jannelle's. Tomorrow night ... well, we'll see how good your heart is."

And with that, all four were laughing.

***

John and I kicked back while the women disappeared to Jannelle's.

The thing about 'Jannelle's Intimate Apparel' was the singularity of her clothing lines. Oh sure she had ten of this or that, but she also had outfits that were truly one-of-a-kind. These were some of the sexiest, skimpiest, alluring pieces of almost nothing. All designed by her.

John tried pumping me about everything, all I would tell him; "I know nothing, nothing."

"You're lying to me, I can smell it. What's going on?"

"John, there is no way I'm going to spoil their surprise. Be patient, it will be beyond anything you can imagine.

***

Dinner was a prolonged production: every course brought out slowly with long pauses in between. Obviously the women were tantalizing us. There was lots of laughing and teasing by everyone, but John was definitely looking a bit lost. After dessert the women disappeared up stairs, but only after instructing us to change into robes and then have a drink in the den.

***

Dawn, wearing a small leather thong, and the smallest bit of a bra, swayed into the room. Looking at both of us, she did a slow turn; allowing us to admire the rise of her ass and the shape of her legs. Without a word she moved to John, slipping into his lap and then squirming a bit. Wrapping arms about his neck she said; "Do you like me? Jannelle made this just for me."

"Uh ... yes, it's great, but should you be sitting here?"

"Oh, yes. Things are going to be changed up a little tonight. You'll like it. I'm staying with you for the evening."

Marie came in next, doing a slow turn so we could admire her pale green, translucent robe; her body for us to see. John's gasp at her entrance brought a smile to her lips. She moved to my lap; the robe falling open, leaving both nipples bare. She had just settled into my lap when May and Agnes made their appearance; May in a translucent robe very much like her daughter's but lavender in hue. But Agnes had my attention; a smoky grey body stocking, cut very high over her hips and covering only half of each butt cheek. The whole thing highlighted her slim figure, and her dark nipples strained against the thin material over her breasts.

May went to John, Agnes came to me. He didn't know where to look first; his eyes darted to all the women, but lingered on Marie. 

Immediately Agnes claimed my attention, pulling my lips to hers. She wasted no time; her tongue dove into me, dueling with mine even as her lips crushed against me. Very quickly my hands began an exploration; I had admired her figure, now I would do an up-close-and-personal.

Starting with her back and working down; no fat but all muscle. Her butt was the firmest I'd ever felt and still had a feminine sense to it. My hands swept up her sides, ending on breasts that were a small handful. But oh so sensitive; just my palms brushing over her nipples had them popping a good quarter inch out and hard as erasers. "Mmm, that's what I want. Do you mind if I try fucking your brains out tonight? May says it's well worth the try."

"Have you guys been comparing notes?"

"Of course. Oh, and from now on ... call me Aggie. I think Agnes will be too formal from now on."

"What about John? Isn't he going to object? I don't think he knew this was coming."

"Dawn will take care of any concerns he may have. Now enough talking, I haven't cum from a cock in a long time."

"Come to the couch and we'll get that taken care of."

We moved to the couch, Marie with us. While Aggie and I had been talking, she had been busy; running hands over both of us, laying kisses over Aggie's neck and ears, running her hands up and over tits when she could. By the time we hit the couch, my robe had disappeared, Marie's was floating to the floor, and Aggie's top was pulled down to her waist. My lips instantly went to her small and firm tits. I could take one completely into my mouth; sucking it strongly and then strumming the tip with my tongue. In the corner of my eye I could see Marie duplicating me. Aggie was holding us to her, not wanting us to stop, urging us on, asking for more, moaning and groaning her excitement.

I left Marie suckling her step-mother's breasts as I nibbled my way south, pulling her lingerie off as I went. At her pussy I found sparse hair growth and a very large clitoral hood. Her lips were already opening and moisture was forming at the edges. A quick swipe with my tongue, and they sprung wide, asking for more. Her taste was neutral to very slightly sweet, but I wanted more. Pushing my tongue deeper into her, I drew it up, contacting her clit. She lifted her hips; pushing into my mouth. I closed over her clit, sucking hard, drawing it out. Her clit broke free from its hood, a good inch in the clear. Accepting the challenge I sucked, licked and pulled on it, bringing Aggie to her first orgasm of the night. I kept contact, just licking softly as she came down. Finally I lifted my face, only to have Marie right there, licking juices from my face.

Looking in John's direction; Dawn was just lifting her mouth from his cock. She had it hard and red, her saliva gleaming in the lamp light. Smiling at me, she positioned over his cock, and as May held it upright, she slid down; enveloping him completely. They both let out breaths, holding still for several minutes.

Aggie lifted her head; watching her husband take a new pussy for the first time in decades. "That's what I wanted to see. From here on ... everything is fair. Now that first one was good, but I want cock. And Marie honey, I like pussy, so when he's done, you and I are going to get a whole lot more familiar."

Now I'm always willing to make a woman happy; and when happy means 'fuck me', I'm doubly willing.

She pulled me up, even as her legs fell open. Marie guided my cock into the hot hole awaiting it. I slid in. All the way in. Then she clamped down. At first I felt unable to move, but she eased off just a little and I drew back until just my head was in her. I paused, then drove in. hard, driving the air from her. I was possessed. I wanted to fuck her. I had to fuck her. Back and forth my hips went, her legs wide open, feet drawn up to her thighs. I could feel nails digging into my shoulders, and she was mumbling encouraging words, urging me on. Marie was busy running fingers over Aggies exposed clit, stroking my cock, then bending down and sucking a tit. She surprised me when she attacked my left nipple; sucking it strongly, but the effect was to urge me on. Digging toes into carpet and couch I fucked into that hot hole as hard, and as fast, as I could. I left nothing in reserve. She wanted to be fucked, and fuck her I did.

She came, God! Did she ever come! At first it was a quiet contraction; her legs clasping my side. Then she began yelling her oncoming orgasm, finally she was calling John's name; declaring her love, thanking him for this, and then going slack under me.

Somewhere in all that, I came. But really, I hardly noticed; Aggie was the center of attention. John and Dawn had been watching us, but as Aggie slumped back Dawn began riding John. She was sitting on his lap; her thighs outside his. I could watch as she lifted and fell on his cock. Her arms were draped over his shoulders, and I could see her whispering into his ear. His hands (yes the right one also) were on her hips guiding her. His eyes were closed, a look of concentration on him, licking his lips. Suddenly his eyes popped open, his hands clenched her hips, and he lifted his hips; pushing up into her. She began quivering, even as she fell into her characteristic orgasmic yips. When they did stop, both were wet with sweat, and they were leaning into each other. 

May and Marie stepped out for a moment, and then returned with warm wash cloths. May came to us; Marie went to Dawn and her father. As Dawn lifted, she delicately washed Dawn's pussy and then bent forward, sucking and cleaning her father's shrinking cock. She followed with a gentle wipe with the cloth.

***

May led John to bed. I suspect he'd just had his best workout in weeks. I served a light wine to the other ladies, as they talked among themselves. I was sure the rest of the night was being decided, and I was just a play thing for them. Not that I was complaining; they could play with me all they wanted. I was only mildly surprised when Marie rose, and in all her naked glory sashayed up the stairs. Aggie, Dawn and I followed. I let them lead just so I could admire their shapely asses. A quick look, and I saw mother and daughter taking John to heaven.

We put Aggie between us and Dawn and I kissed her until she was a cooing, writhing mess. She rolled to Dawn; her hands seeking breasts, her lips wanting more taste. As they kissed I spooned in behind Aggie. She lifted her leg, wanting my cock again. This time we went slow and gentle; I stroked into her as she and Dawn smoothed each other. Eventually Dawn turned around and swiped her tongue over the upper side of my cock and up to Aggie's clit. That made her jump! After that she couldn't decide which way to go; forward to Dawn's tongue or back onto my cock.

***

In the morning we gradually gathered in the kitchen. Dawn, Aggie and I prepared breakfast. Eventually Marie joined us. The smile on her face told us everything. John came down a little later looking a bit sleepy, May was a little behind him, obviously having taken time for a shower.

"What's the matter John?" I asked

He mumbled a reply, blushing a bit.

"He meant to say he showed me all his love last night." Said Marie. "Then he turned around and did the same for May."

"I'm a little tired right now. I'm an old man ... they just about wore me out."

"C'mon Dad, tell the truth, you spent half the night keeping US awake."

While I served our late arrivals the women had their fun with John. He kept blushing and trying to defend himself, but there was a small smile playing around the corners of his mouth. They'd tease him about his age, his being a cripple, out of practice, left handed; just about anything. All the while they rubbed against him, rubbed him, one or two even reached into his robe to fondle him.

Eventually we all broke to dress as we planned a day driving over to Hood Canal and visits to a few oyster farms.

***

That night we relaxed in the den. The women draped themselves on John and I, spending lots of time getting us turned on. But they didn't stay with just one of us; rather moving around the room. At any time I had May and Marie or Dawn and Aggie. Then they would shift and Dawn might take May's place, or Aggie and May would be working me over. I put one of my favorite movies, Summer Lovers, in the DVD and we sat back, enjoying Darryl Hannah in the nude. 

***

Too soon John and Aggie announced they had to get back, and were leaving the next day. May decided she would return with them; moving back in and sharing their bed.

John had a huge smile; "I'm ordering in a king sized bed. There won't be any separate bedrooms. I want to be with both of them. Our time here has taught me a lot."

Dawn grabbed his hand, dragging him up stairs. That seemed to be the signal to pair off, as Marie and Aggie next left, leaving May with me. "Let's go to bed, I won't feel like moving later."

She led me upstairs, swaying a beautiful ass just ahead of my nose. Playfully I gently bit the target. Getting a laughing shriek in return. We wasted no time shedding cloths and tumbling to the bed, where she attacked my nipples; sucking and biting just like I had done hers on other nights. All the time she was laughing and growling. "How do you like it? Doesn't that feel great when it's your tits?"

Now, my tits are sensitive anyway, but she took them (and me) to a different level. And she was just starting; she worked down to my cock sucking just the tip for a moment and then swiped down one side, around and under my balls, and then back to the tip where she took me to the root in one move.

Groaning, I had her to turn around. Pulling her legs over my face I drove my tongue into her puss; I was looking for juices, and I was getting them. She pressed down against my face; I pulled her ass cheeks down. She sucked on my cock, I went after her clit. It didn't take long, I was spewing juice deep into her throat and she was drowning me with her pussy.

As we came down from our mutually induced highs we could hear the distinct yipping of Dawn in full orgasmic song. Aggie and Marie padded past the door, going to watch the action. May and I just cuddled, she giggling at the noises coming down the hall. "I don't think John is going to do much driving tomorrow."




Dawn and Marie Ch. 03



"No ... It sounds like he's doing all his driving now."

Aggie came in, climbing on the bed, Marie trailing her; "Does she always get that noisy?"

"Only when she's coming."

"Christ, that would drive me crazy."

"Oh, I don't know. There's nothing like confirmation you're doing it right."

***

They returned in July. John was looking pretty fit, having dropped some weight (he said almost twenty pounds) from walking almost every day. May seemed a bit trimmer also; she said she'd been walking with John. But she'd also let her hair grow more, so it was like this great golden mane. Aggie was just as trim as ever, but she too had let her hair grow, and now tumbled over her shoulders in a brown wave.

In preparation I had exchanged the bed in the spare room to a king size, which brought smiles to their faces. They had no sooner unpacked when Dawn and Marie dragged John back into the bedroom, not even bothering with closing the door. Both women shucked out of the only thing they were wearing; simple dresses, crawled onto the bed, and opened their legs in blatant invitation. May, Aggie and I watched as he threw cloths in all directions, almost tripping trying to get his shoes off, then tumbling onto the bed. Marie lifted/pulled him into her clutches; closing her legs over his head and burying him face first in her pussy.

"Ladies, I do believe he's in good hands. Shall we go to the other bed?"

My first impressions were right; May had lost weight, her waist was smaller, her belly flatter, and her butt firmer. A nice package made even better. She did a slow turn; looking over her shoulder for my reaction. I think my low whistle pleased her.

Turning to Aggie I asked what surprises she had for me. "Oh, I don't have any surprises. We're just going to fuck. But I do have one request for some time this week."

"And that is?"

"I want to try anal. I've heard about it, and seen it in movies, now I want to try it."

"You do have an ass that begs for attention. I would be delighted to help you out. But now I want you on my face and May on my cock.

As much as we were in the mood, May still needed a bit of attention and I was more than ready to give it, and Aggie was right there to help. In minutes she was writhing and then pushing me onto my back. Even as her pussy was sliding down my cock, another puss was descending to my mouth.

Hands on thighs, I guided Aggie right where I wanted her; first swiping at her pussy, then sucking her clit. It wasn't but a minute and it was at full, one inch plus, length and she was grinding on my face. 

I could feel May posting up and down, then making a circular motion before going back to the posting. She kept that up for the longest time, pausing periodically to quiver and clench, then starting up again.

Meanwhile I was trying my best to drive Aggie wild and when my tongue tickled her butt hole I thought I'd done it by the way she jumped. There was a pause, and she pushed hard against me. So I played with that welcoming rosebud. The more I tickled, the more she squirmed; this woman was ready for butt play. I made up my mind to tease her for several days.

Those two had me trying to last as long as I could, but soon I was pulling Aggie down as hard as I could while arching up into May and shooting into her. That seemed to trigger another climax from May, and a first one from Aggie. By the time Aggie flopped off to the side I swear I was drowning in pussy juices. May leant down, licking at my face and then bending to our lover's pussy for more juice.

We cuddled for a while, then stumbled into the shower; helping each other clean up.

***

Dinner was casual; burgers, corn, beer. Come as you are, so to speak. Everyone wanted to know what was planned for the coming week as they knew the boat was involved.

***

The next day was given over to preparations. That's to say the women went shopping while John and I cleaned and stocked the boat.

The one true downside to a trimaran is you have three hulls to clean. And while Dawn, Marie and I had been using her, The Dancer still needed a good scrub. We made sure fuel and water tanks were topped; running her over to the fuel dock for thirty gallons of diesel. For this trip John stayed out of my way; observing everything and saying very little. Back at our slip he stepped off and secured lines almost as well as I would. I had to compliment that, and he smiled broadly.

About five the women showed up, the car packed with groceries, ice and wine. With six working, everything was quickly stowed away and then it was time for dinner. I set up the transom mount grill and started steaks, Dawn had made up a special potato salad, and Marie opened a bottle of Malbec.

Somewhere around ten we drove back to the house where Marie took her dad to bed, Aggie picked Dawn and May happily jumped in bed with me.

***

We didn't get out of the house until ten; after all no one wanted to get up early, we had to have breakfast, and of course clean up after. We cleared the harbor mouth by eleven and headed north up Colvos passage. Once clear of the fishermen in the area we ran up the main and unfurled the genoa. We had a light wind coming straight down the channel, so we worked a series of long tacks. This was a perfect training run for our inexperienced companions; just enough sail handling to learn, not so much as to confuse anyone. At first Marie or Dawn were on the helm as I instructed and oversaw, but as the day went on everyone had time on the wheel. Handling the helm on a sailboat is a whole lot different from a car; you feel the water rushing past the rudder, she's alive to the helmsman. John, May, and Aggie had smiles that lasted all day, and couldn't stop talking about it.

We stopped at the Indian village at Blake Island for Smoked Salmon dinner and entertainment. Another disadvantage to a Tri is you can't tie up just anywhere; we had to tie off on one of the many floats available, and take the dinghy strapped to our port side. It took two trips, but I ran everyone into shore.

We enjoyed ourselves, returning to the boat in time for sunset drinks in the cockpit. After the show, we broke up for the night; John taking Aggie to the forward cabin, Dawn and May to the aft cabin, and Marie and I in the converted berth in the salon.

We made quiet love, cuddling as much as anything. John and Aggie were also quiet, but every now and then we could hear a muffled 'yip' from Dawn.

I rose twice in the night, checking everything, enjoying standing naked in the summer night air. The second time Marie joined me; we held each other; staring up at the stars.

***

We headed north after breakfast. Bainbridge Island on our left, Seattle across The Sound to our right. We were headed for Port Townsend and a night of music. To get there, we had another day of long tacks against a wind out of the north. Even at Marrowstone Point as we turned west the wind stayed on our nose. The crew was tiring from a day of steady work so I fired off the auxiliary and we stowed sails.

The marina was crowded, but we managed to get a pier's end berth. Taking time to rest and change clothes, we ambled into town, window shopping and generally just being tourists. Eventually we found a place placing Blues and we all agreed that was what we wanted. Finding a large open table to the back, we happily settled in for the night.

Dinner was noisy, happy and delicious. The waitress serving us made sure we had a steady supply of drinks; we made sure she had a steady supply of compliments. Aggie even made a pass at her which wasn't so much turned down as deflected; she knew how to handle customers.

The music was great; a series of local bands, all trying their best, some actually really good.

The only down part of the evening happened about ten when two young guys approached the table, offering to take any or all the women off our hands. John and I began rising at the same moment, but Aggie's hands on our wrists stopped us as she looked up at them; ""Boys, you're cute, and If I were in my twenties, I might take you up on that. But I'm a bit older now, and I have a couple men here that know how to make a woman sing. All together I have five lovers at this table. Do you honestly think you can top that?"

***

At the boat we split into trios and since we were at a pier, I went to the aft cabin with Aggie and Dawn. They had a wonderful time playing with each other, really getting into a 69 when I felt the boat dip, and heard voices. Quickly pulling on shorts I stepped into the main cabin as John entered from forward. On deck we found our two Romeos; definitely drunk and hollering for women. 

Now, these guys weren't looking for trouble, they just thought they could improve their chances now. But when I told them it was time to go home they did take a swing at me and John. But they were on a boat, and one they weren't familiar with, so the first one swung, tripped into the starboard netting, and smacked his face on the float. Number two got to John, only to take a left jab to his nose. "Go home boys. Next I call the sheriff, and he's not going to be happy."

Greeted as conquering heroes, we had our brains fucked out the rest of the night.

***

No one felt like sailing in the morning. Not even with the promise of skinny dipping at the end of the day. So, we just kicked back. May and Aggie went into town for 'more look-about' (I read that as shopping). Marie stretched out on the port netting, and Dawn was below on her computer. 

"Aaa, excuse me ..."

I looked up to see our two wandering Romeos standing on the dock; both wearing sheepish looks.

"What is it?"

"We, ah ... that is to say ... damnI'mreallysorryaboutlastnightandIcamebytoapologize."

I turned to John; "What did he just say?"

"I think he just apologized for last night."

I looked back at the young man standing there. "Is that right?"

"Yes sir. I drank too much and made an ass of myself. I'm really sorry, that's not how I usually am."

"Well, alright. How's your lip? You smacked it pretty good when you fell."

Rubbing his lower lip, he responded; "I guess I earned that."

"You still have to apologize to the ladies for your behavior earlier."

About then, Aggie came up behind him; "Are you back again?"

"Yes ma'am, I came to say I'm sorry for my being an ass last night"

"Alright, accepted. But don't do that ever again. The next time you might run into somebody in a bad mood."

"Yes ma'am"

"Son, what's your name?"

"Jason, Jason Meyers."

"And your quiet friend?"

"Brendan Maxwell."

"What do you guys do when you're not making asses of yourselves in bars?"

"We're gamers."

"Excuse me? You sit around playing games?"

"No, no. We develop and program games. That's why we are over here, too much pressure lately. We wanted to get away from that."

"Well, I'd say you did. Got a card?"

I took their cards, gave them one of mine and sent them on their way.

"He's cute ..." from Marie behind me.

I didn't ask which one.

***

The next morning we were off to the San Juan Islands. I knew a quiet spot behind Shaw Island where we could have privacy and swim in warm water. The wind coming down The Straights of Juan de Fuca was pushing twenty five miles per hour so we were knocking off a steady seventeen knots with a single reef in the main and a working jib on the forestay. Once we got in amongst the islands the wind became fluky so we just stowed sails and motored the last few miles.

Once anchor was set, I declared 'swim call'. There were bodies going in all directions and none had stitch one on them. I waited long enough to rig the swim ladder, and then I was in there with them.

Puget Sound averages 52 degrees water temp in the summer, 51 in the winter. You'd think at those temperatures no one could stay in the water more than a few minutes, but we were in over an hour; splashing and playing. How you ask? If you find a shallow spot with sandy bottom and minimal tidal changes, the sun will warm the water to high 60s, sometimes even low 70s, but that's rare.

At one point I had Aggie reach up and hold the netting. That stretched her up, drawing her tits tight; making them an excellent target for me. She lasted almost five minutes before dropping back into the water and sucking my cock. Seeing what we were doing, Marie had her dad grab the netting, and she pulled his hips up and clear of the water, sucking on his cock. But before he could cum, his strength gave out and he fell back into the water. The others had been watching, and razzed him for not staying up. That sparked a competition to see who could hold on longest. Marie lasted longest, screaming her way through two tongue induced orgasms.

***

While we rested John asked why I'd taken the young men's cards. "I'll check them out. First, to see if they were telling me the truth. Second, we're always looking for new investments; small companies that just need a bit more juice to step up into the ranks of the successful. Now I'm not saying everyone we invest in will make millions; several of our 'babies' just make a very good living for their owners, and a decent return for us. We'll see about these guys."

***

It was a beautiful evening with a warm breeze and a long, drawn out sunset. Still naked, we lolled about the cockpit, sipping wine and talking quietly. Aggie was stretched out on her belly just to my right; her rounded but cheeks flexing as she wagged her upright legs back and forth. Every now and then her rosebud winked at me. The temptation was building, so I knelt next to her; "Go below, in the head you'll find everything needed for an enema. When you have done that twice, take a quick shower and come to me."

The others watched her going below, not having heard my instructions only knowing I had whispered something. After a while the pairing off had begun with Marie again curling up with John, May and Dawn were in the starboard netting already into a slow 69.

Sitting in a corner of the cockpit, I watched the action around me. The two in the net were deep (literally) into each other; faces pressed into pussies, their moans echoing between the hulls. Marie was sucking John's cock again; moving slowly, obviously savoring every moment. His head was tilted back; eyes closed and his hands softly caressed her hair.

Aggie finally joined me; sunset a magenta memory in the southwestern sky. Slithering into my lap she offered a tit to my mouth, which I gladly took. Several quick flicks and that nipple was hard as it had ever been. "When you sent me below, did that mean you're taking my ass tonight?"

"I'm going to love your ass just like you've been wanting, and everyone will see it happen. Once I start, I'm not stopping. Shall we begin?"

She shivered, wrapping arms around my neck, her mouth against my neck. I could hear her breathing; short and sharp a quiver in her voice as she said; "Yes. I want you in my ass. I don't want you stopping. This is the way you will make me yours. John has my pussy, and he'll get my ass later, but you get it first."

Even as she was whispering into my neck, my fingers sought her pussy, delving in, finding her juices flowing. Her clit was already standing clear of its hood and she squirmed in my lap. Soon I had her stretched out on the cockpit seat, her butt bouncing against the cushion as my lips sucked her clit. Her loud groaning had attracted the others and they silently gathered on the other seats. Rolling her to her stomach: I lifted her hips and rubbed her butt; caressing warmth deep into the skin. Soon I followed with kisses and nibbles. The more I kissed, the more she moaned. The more I nibbled, the more she groaned. Soon I had her cheeks well parted, and my tongue opening the bud within. 

Once she had relaxed and loosened a bit I began running a finger around the lip. As soon as she opened for me, my finger slipped in. "Oh God. That's what I want. Give me more, give me more."

And more is what she got. Reaching back to the corner I had been sitting in, I pulled a bottle of lube out, spreading a generous amount on two fingers. They slipped easily into her, causing another loud groan. When the third finger followed, I knew she was ready.

Just playing with her had my cock hard, red and ready. Spreading more lube into her opening hole and over my cock I took my place behind her. With cock head against her I asked one last time; "Are you sure? Last chance."

"Oooh ... I told you; take me. Do anything. John ... I love you, but I love Ron also, this is my offering to him."

I pushed. At first there was resistance, her hand pushed back against my thigh for a moment, and then she relaxed and I slid in. Instantly she started deep breathing; holding her breath and then exhaling forcefully. Every time she exhaled, I slid another inch in. When I hit bottom I stopped, holding myself firmly against her cheeks. I felt her sphincter spasm against the root of my cock; I almost came right then, but gritting my teeth I held on. When she relaxed again I pulled partly back, then pushed back in. Again she moaned even as she huffed. Slowly at first, then faster and faster I pushed in. Her fingers digging into the cushion, she arched back; trying to get ever more cock buried in her. Sweat running off my face I drove in. No longer thinking, only feeling her clenching on my rod, I slammed against her, driving deeper than I've ever been; shooting cum that came from the deepest parts of me. Groaning, yelling, moaning, Aggie told us all she was coming. There were no coherent words, but we knew.

Finished, she collapsed to the cushion under her, and all I could do for a moment was fall upon her. Finally I eased to the cockpit sole, my hand tenderly caressing the ass I'd just loved.

***

We slid back into our berth at the marina the next afternoon, and after putting everything right we drove home where everyone collapsed.

"Ron, my ass is still sore. Thank you. Dawn was right, it was something to remember."

*****



Dawn and Marie Ch. 04



John and May returned in late September. Aggie had to stay behind, catching up on files for third quarter reports. From phone conversations we knew she wouldn't be out this time, but I was still disappointed, I did enjoy that woman's enthusiasm.

We spent the afternoon catching up on each other. I had two new seed companies to baby sit, Dawn was staying busy with her company and Marie was working with me, currently as a researcher; she had tenacity in following leads that had saved us twice already.

John happily reported he was supervising half a dozen field crews, and found he was good at it. May had nothing but good things to say about the restaurant she managed; the workers and the owners. Everyone knew about her living arrangements and was either openly supportive, or at least accepting. Every time I saw them, they wore large smiles; and were constantly hugging someone.

Dinner was casual; just burgers, corn, and beer on the deck while we watched the colors change on Mt. Rainier as the sun set behind us.

Soon, Dawn and May dragged John to the den where they quickly stripped him and then themselves. I followed, May in hand. They went to the floor in front of the couch; we took the big easy chair.

Soon everyone was naked as could be. Without hesitation May turned her back to me and sat on my upright cock. She settled down with a sigh and a murmured; "that's what I'm talking about." 

Meanwhile Dawn had parked herself on John's face and Marie was busy sliding down her father's rock hard pole. Facing each other, they began an up and down, back and forth rhythm; Dawn grinding into the face under her, Marie riding her pony hard. They held hands and stared into each other's eyes; I could tell they were nearing synchronous orgasms.

All this time my hands were wrapped around May's brown tipped melons; urging her to keep up with the younger women. Posting on my rod, and squeezing my cock, I felt her quiver through one, then two small orgasms before she froze in a deep groan, then half rose, and finally crashed down onto my lap with a full throated roar. Juices spurted into my lap as she had one of the wettest ejaculations I had ever experienced from a woman.

The other two, hearing May cum sped up even more, and looking at each other, came; Dawn in her classic yipping, and Marie in a long, keening wail that made the hair stand on the back of my neck.

Slowly they tipped to the floor, and May simply collapsed back against me. We were all quiet for the longest time, just absorbing the moment when finally Marie giggled saying; "Welcome back guys."

May chuckled lightly, but John groaned; "Welcome back? You damn near killed me!"

"Not yet Dad, we're saving you for the rest of the night."

***

In bed, May and I cuddled together, she opened her legs, and I slipped back into her welcoming quim. Barely moving, we kissed and caressed as I slowly moved in her. We dozed off after cuming, sometime in the night I slipped out of her.

***

After breakfast John asked to talk privately. We moved out to the deck, coffee in hand.

Staring out across the harbor, John was a picture of discomfort. Several times he'd glance at me then clear his throat and look away. Finally he took a deep breath and look toward me. "Ron, I admire you. You have the best of all worlds and seem to be able to do whatever you want..."

I started to respond but he held up a hand. "When you took Aggie in the ass, I envied you because she trusted you that much. But at the same time you proved worthy of her trust. When we got home we tried anal a couple times, but it didn't work. I think it was the way I did it; she'd make me stop when I pushed in, and I felt like I'd cum in just seconds."

"Dawn loves anal, I'm sure we could teach you the right way to do it..."

"Um, that's not all ..."

"There's more?"

"Yeah, um, well, I'll just say it; since I was in my early teens I've wondered what it was like to be with a man."

"Be with? As in have sex with?"

He nodded his head, and was quiet for a moment. "Yeah, I've wondered. But I never tried it. I was too worried what might happen if I was found out. And when I married Aggie, well, I just put all that behind me. And I was doing alright until I had the seizure. I realized time was going by. And the last time we were here, just made me realize how much I was missing."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"You've never given me an indication you ever had sex with a man, but, and I'm sorry if I'm wrong, but it's my sense you have and I'm hoping you will show me what I've missed."

"Just how much do you want to experience? A simple blow job? Sixty nine? Kissing? Or do you want the full course including getting butt fucked?"

"You do get to the heart of it, don't you?"

"John, do you have a picture in your mind of what you want?"

Again he sat, staring into the distance, then in a small voice that started to crack; "I want..."

He cleared his throat, and in a low clear voice affirmed; "I want everything. Yes I want to suck a cock. No, I want to suck your cock. I want to be your lover. I want to do anything you tell me. And if that means my ass is yours, then my ass is yours."

"And If Dawn, or May, or even Marie see us?"

"I'm fine with that. And I want Aggie to know also. I've hidden too many things in my life, and now it's all going to be open. At least between us. Look, you've seen me loving my daughter. I've wanted her for at least ten years, and when she came to me ... I went with it. No regrets, no apologies. This will be the same for me."

That's when May came out on the deck. "You guys have been talking pretty seriously out here, what's going on?"

"We'll let you in on it at the appropriate time. Are you still going shopping?"

"Yes, there are clothes here that we just can't get in Toppenish or Yakima. They have nice styles and all, but everyone over there has the same thing."

"Are the others going with you?"

"What's going on?"

"We'll tell you later, be patient."

***

After the women left, we went to the master bedroom. Following my lead, John slowly undressed and joined me in the shower. Stepping under skin temperature water, I began by softly scrubbing his back. At first John was tense, but gradually he relaxed. As he relaxed my hands wandered from his shoulders, down his back, and gently over his buttocks. Again he tightened up, but then with a breath, he relaxed and pushed back to my hands. With him backed against my chest I ran my hands around his sides and up to pinch nipples and caress his chest. Finally, my hands drifted down his stomach, my cock pressed against his ass; causing him to inhale sharply.

I turned and let him scrub my back. At first he was tentative, but soon his hands roamed; down to my hips, across my butt, around to my stomach. He didn't go for my cock, but he did get close. I pushed back, nestling his cock against my ass. That's when I felt a kiss on my shoulder.

Turning into his arms, we were cock to cock, chest to chest, and lip to lip. I pulled his head to me, kissing him, just lips at first, but when my tongue pushed its way in, he greeted it with a groan. Hungrily he returned my kisses, his hands going up to my face, keeping us together.

My straining cock pressed against his, we ground hips against one another. Panting, we went into the bedroom, collapsed on the bed.

My hand sought his cock, stroking from root to tip, feeling the precum on the tip, smearing it down the shaft. I rotated, moving to put his cock next to my face. Knowing he needed some encouragement, I maneuvered my clock closer to his face while at the same time I took a light tongue swipe of his cock head. I felt him responding; pushing toward my mouth, but I pulled back, nudging my cock towards his mouth instead.

He got the hint, and I felt his lips tentatively tasting me; and then with no further hesitation, my cock slid half way in. Now I was playing catch-up, so I inhaled him, swirling my tongue as I went. He paused and then copied me. For the next ten minutes we traded moves; I do this and he'd copy it, I'd do that and he'd copy.

When I felt his cock throbbing as he came, I pushed down, taking all of him I could and then when I came he held my cock in his mouth, hands gripping my ass taking my load.

We lay there for a while, finally I asked; "Well was it what you imagined?"

"It was everything and more. The taste ... the feel of a cock ... there's nothing for comparison. I liked it. If you don't mind I'd like to do that again."

"Oh we will, it's been quite a while for me, I missed it. When do you want to take it all the way?"

"Oh. Um ... tomorrow? I'm not sure."

"Well you're only here a few more days..."

Sighing, "I know ... ok, tomorrow."

"Good, in preparation I want you taking a double enema; do it twice. It's always much more comfortable, and more fun, if you're cleaned out. In the meantime, the women are due home any time. Do you want to get up ... or let them find us in bed?"

"Let them find us. That way we can let them know what's been going on. I want to get that out of the way."

If we smoked, the women would have found us enjoying a post - coital cigarette. They came in the house calling us, I responded "Upstairs."

They came into the bedroom where we were laying, chests bared and hands under sheets obviously playing with each other. The reactions were interesting; 

Marie went "Oh my god ..."

Dawn just smiled.

May quickly pulled her phone from her purse, snapped a couple pictures and started texting. Want to guess to whom? Within five minutes the house phone was ringing. Meanwhile the three wanted to know how long we'd been getting together, what brought it on, how far had we gone, why didn't we tell them, when could they watch?

All I had time to say was; "Let's wait for Aggies call ..." and the phone rang. 

I didn't even have the phoned to my ear yet, but I could hear her asking what was going on, why wasn't she told, and then; "I want to talk to Jonathan."

As he took the phone, I got up, to the cheers for my half hard cock, and dressed. Mean time we could hear his side of the conversation; "Yes dear, (long pause) no dear, (long pause) but, (pause) yes dear, I understand, (very long pause) yes, I'll tell him, good bye. Yes, I love you too."

"Agnes says we're not to do anything until she gets here. She's leaving first thing in the morning. And May, she wants you to know your pictures have her cunt flowing so much she's going to jill off a few times."

We did quickly answer the girl's questions and promised they could witness anything else that happened.

***

I don't know what time she left Toppenish, but Aggie hit my driveway at precisely 9:30. She had the most intense look and her hair was a bit messy. And I could smell her pussy the moment she came through the door, she must have been flowing constantly since the day before. She gave me a perfunctory kiss, but grabbed John and gave him a kiss that curled the toes of everyone in the room. "You did it? You finally told someone?"

"How, when, how did you know?"

"Honey," she said with a small chuckle, "I've known you for what, thirty years? I've seen a certain look in your eyes when two men go by arm in arm. It only took me a few times to put it together."

"And you didn't, don't, mind?"

"Why should I mind? We've had Marie in our bed, we've swapped with Ron and Dawn, we've taken our daughter as a lover, and I've made love to several women now. Why shouldn't you explore one of your fantasies?"

"So you don't mind?"

"Mind? Honey I want to be part of it. You haven't fucked yet have you?"

He shook his head.

"Good. I want to be there. Can I help him? I'll do anything; suck him hard, suck you hard; do you want my help with the lube? When are you going to fuck? Shit, I've got too many clothes on. Marie! Come eat me, I'm going nuts here."

***

Eventually everything calmed down enough to plan the day; John and I would prepare ourselves while the women took care of the den. We went to our bathrooms where I did a double enema followed by a long shower, and I made sure to shave around my cock and balls. 

May came for me. Nude. Insuring I was nude, she dropped to a knee and sucked me to full hardness. She tied a blue ribbon to my cock, stood, and led me into the hall where Marie had John similarly dressed. Taking us by our cocks, we were ushered to the semi-dark den. Someone had a wicked sense of humor; Elton John was on the sound system. Pillows were scattered in front of the fireplace although there wasn't a fire. Everyone was naked, Dawn and Aggie hand drinks in hand and several others on a tray next to them.

Aggie went to John, handing him his drink, and whispering in his ear. Dawn brought mine to me, whispering; "Make me proud."

John and I sipped a bit, and when half gone put them down and came together on the pillows. Kissing for several moments before getting more serious, I marveled again at the difference between men and women; the softness of a woman's lips, the firmness of a man's.

Soon we were rolling together, hands roaming, feeling, seeking. We turned by mutual agreement; seeking the other's cock. He found my cock, sucking it gently. I took his in my mouth, untying the ribbon then my fingers went back to roaming. I found his ass hole. He stroked me, I penetrated him. I felt coldness on my fingers, looked up to see Aggie squeezing lube. I went from one finger to two. He stroked harder, when I added a third, he clenched it so hard I had to remind him they do break. Soon he was thrusting back against my intruding fingers, moaning over my cock, panting when he broke for air.

I guided him onto his back, lifted his legs back, knelt between them. Aggies hand was on my cock, but she held me back; "John, are you sure?"

He just nodded, his eyes glazed. With that she pulled me to our target. I felt the resistance, but she moved up to his ear, coaching. Gradually he relaxed, and I slid past the first barrier. 

The room was silent except for John's deep puffing breaths. He closed his legs against my sides. Looking into his eyes for a sign, he nodded, and I pushed in more. "Stop! Oh god. That hurts. Give me a minute. Okay, I'll take more ..."

We continued like that. When I hit bottom I waited, and when he nodded again, began stroking. We didn't last long. He was so tight I came within minutes. He was right with me; spouting cum up our chests. His legs fell away, and I slumped to the side. Instantly women were on us; licking the cum off our chests, and then using washcloths on us.

***

After a long break, and some refreshing lemon water, we started again.

John was much more confident, taking the lead. We stretched out, hands exploring once again; this time he was more aggressive, stroking me firmly before turning to suck my hardening prick. For just a moment he stopped to look up at our audience, finally focusing on Aggie. Thy exchanged smiles and he returned to his task. Soon he was working lubed fingers in and out of my ass. When we were both ready I lay back, much as John had, legs wide. I felt Aggies fingers applying lube, then a moment later his prick pushing against my hole; "Easy now, remember patience is everything in this."

Relaxing muscles, I allowed him in, then clenched; showing him how it could feel with someone else. Talking to him all the way, I relaxed again; he slid in and bottomed out. Slowly his pace increased, and I could tell by his gritted teeth he was trying to hold back his seed.

I closed my legs over his back, holding him in and spurring him on at the same time. Soon he was pounding into my ass, grunting with every effort. I responded, groaning and encouraging; trying to spur him to ever greater efforts. 

Suddenly he froze. Arching back, he pushed as far in as he could; in a growling shriek he came and in a slow quiver collapsed beside me.

Again the girls cleaned us. John was finished; he lay beside me with a small smile, and a glazed look. Seeing I hadn't come, Aggie knelt over me, gently sucking my achingly hard cock. In only minutes I came while she lovingly inhaled my sperm.

***

Everyone was quiet at dinner. John kept shifting in his seat, looking for a comfortable position. Finally Dawn took pity and brought him a pillow. That seemed to open the flood gates as they all began talking at once. Of course they were all going on about how impressed they were that John had stepped over his barriers and tried something he'd wanted for years.

Aggie was hugging him close, telling him he'd get another chance at her ass, now that he knew what it felt like.

Dawn just smiled, saying; "That's why I'll always let Ron have my ass, he knows what it feels like, so he's considerate of me. But once he's in ... well, let's just say he can do anything and I'll love it."

I pulled her to my lap, kissing her in appreciation.

May was looking around, and then said; "If I had a fantasy to fulfill, well ... I've heard of something called a DP? I think I'd like to try that."

Looking over at her while caressing one of Dawn's tits I asked if she knew what that was.

"That's where a woman takes a cock in her pussy and another one in her ass. Is that right?"

"That's right. If we can do it, when would you like to try?"

"Well, I don't know if John is up to anything tonight, how about tomorrow?"

"I looked at John for confirmation and then nodded. "Dawn, would you like to help her prepare tomorrow?"

"I think we'll all help her. She replied with a grin

***

John and I spent the morning on the boat; several of the halyards were showing wear, and an extra set of hands helped on a job like this. I thought a sunset cruise would be an excellent way to finish they're time with us, and I wanted the boat ready.

***

Home for lunch, the women were nowhere in sight. About thirty minutes later they came in; laughing. Before we could get a good look, they hustled May upstairs. 

"John, they're going all out for this. I suggest when we finish lunch we get showers and shave; and I mean cock and balls too."

At first there was a lot of laughing and joking coming from May's bedroom, but the noise tapered down and if you listened carefully the sounds were of women loving women with lots of whispering and moaning.

John and I were cleaned up and ready long before May, so we popped a porno on the TV and sat back, waiting.

Marie met us in the den; she put light music on the sound system, brought in white wine on a tray. Clad in a light semi-transparent gown; her body was on display. She caressed our bare cocks, stroking us to half –hardness. Soon the others, also in semi-transparent gowns, escorted May into the room. She was in a clingy white robe, tied at the waist. Her hair had been styled to give it more body and frame her face. The fresh makeup highlighted her passion glazed eyes; the women had done everything to bring her to the peak of readiness.

While we sipped wine May was steadily caressed by Aggie and Marie, while Dawn made sure our cocks stayed up. Finally she was led to the pillows before the fireplace; she faced us and dropped the robe. Her body shone in the afternoon light coming through the windows; dusted with glitter laced powder. Her bald pussy, rich with juices, glistened. "Guys, I am soo ready. Take me away."

We wrapped her in our arms, both laying lines of kisses along her cheeks and jaws, nuzzling ears. Soon our hands were busy smoothing her skin, lifting and fondling tits, then pressing down her belly to take turns dipping into her slit. 

John knelt to lick her clit causing her to make her first loud moan. While he was busy up front, I moved to the back; first caressing her butt, then slowly pressing them apart to give me access to her pink flower. My first tongue swipe caused her to jump, but we had her pinned in place and while he was seriously going after her clit, I buried my tongue into her ass. Harder and deeper I pressed. Soon she relaxed and I explored her inner regions.




Dawn and Marie Ch. 04



We eased her to the pillows. John, on his back, pulled her over him, kissing his way up her belly to her nipples and then her lips. She lifted a bit; reaching to guide his rod into her waiting, dripping quim. As they established a rhythm a hand reached in to apply lube to her waiting rosebud. Another lube filled hand gripped my cock; the women were doing their part. 

Pressing against my goal, I watched the resistance give way to acceptance; she opened to me and I felt the sphincter first open, then close around the head of my dick. As John stroked in, she lifted to me taking more of my cock every time. As I bottomed out she arched back, her hands clawing at John's chest; "Oh God! Wait, please wait ... "

Breathing deeply, she tried to adapt to the sensations. We all held our positions and when she was ready she began rocking back and forth. My hands rubbed her back, trying to keep her relaxed, but soon they were at her ass; pulling cheeks apart to give me another inch of penetration. 

John was lifting into her, pushing harder, deeper, faster. I drove in, pounding in; turning her into a rag doll between us. Within minutes she was coming; just yelling and groaning, her hands clenching his chest, and sweat pouring from her face to his. Meanwhile my hands had moved to her shoulders and I was forcefully pulling myself into her. Two, three times she came, and as she slumped forward, John and I came together, filling her holes with our outpourings. We slumped together; a mass of arms and legs. When I could, I went to the side; leaving her draped over his body.

Aggie knelt beside me; gently washing my face with a cloth, then moving down to lave my cock and balls, Dawn had eased May to the floor where she was attending to her, and Marie saw to her father.

"I don't know if I could ever do that. That was the most intense sex I have ever witnessed." Aggie said to me.

All I could do was nod.

***

We took the boat out; sailing up the Sound towards Commencement Bay. With the sails slack, we watched the sun set behind the Olympics while snacking on crackers and cheese and sipping wine. May was cuddled in John's arms, Aggie in mine. Marie and Dawn exchanged soft kisses. We talked quietly, planning for their next visit at Thanksgiving.

***

As we sailed back into Gig Harbor, John marveled at how trying to keep up with two women had done so much for him. "I have to exercise every day, watch my diet and pace myself. How the hell do you do it?"

"Like you, I exercise a lot, eat a balanced diet, but I delegate a bunch too."

"Delegate?"

"Sure, I tell Marie to take care of Dawn, or Dawn fucks Marie, that way I save myself."

"Just out of curiosity Ron; how old are you?"

"64."

******



Dawn and Marie



"Are you getting impatient?" she asked with an obvious smile in her voice.

"Actually, yes."

"So am I, let's make this next one the last of the night. I think she may be ready too, I could smell her pussy when she got close."

Marie came down the stairs again. From the sounds, she must have been practically running. "We selected this one with you in mind." Was all Dawn said.

Chocolate brown in color, this one had the smallest of straps supporting half-cups that presented her nipples in all their pink glory. The panties rose from between her legs; just a slash of color over her hips, and as she turned we could see it dividing her globes. As she started from the room, I called her back. Anticipation was in her eyes and she was licking her lips. I too could smell her pussy; noticeably different from Dawn's -sweeter, perhaps.

I ran a hand over a hip, down along the thigh and then up along her waist. I circled over her belly; causing a sharp intake, and then up to just under her breasts. Placing both hands on her hips, I drew her between my legs until I could lean forward and taste her skin with my lips. She was quivering, and when my lips touched her skin she moaned and sagged to her knees. This put us lip to lip, and I eagerly sucked hers in.

Meanwhile, Dawn had leaned over to Maries left breast, pushed the material aside and inhaled it. Marie moaned into my mouth even as she fumbled in my lap; trying to open my pants. I stood, unbuckling my belt, and at the same time sending them to the large throw rug in front of the fire place. They sank to the rug as I threw the last of my clothes aside.

For the moment, subtlety was forgotten. Dawn had Marie on her back; the bra gone and a hand in her panties, frantically strumming. Marie was calling our names, asking for more, telling us how great she felt, urging Dawn on. And she was pawing at Dawn's tits; trying to get her mouth on one while clawing at the other.

I watched for several moments, my rod throbbing, the head turning purple, a drop of pre-cum at the tip. Suddenly I dove in, pushing Dawn to the side and inhaling a tit; Dawn was still working the other one, and Marie was arching and rolling, unable to resist the need to move. I nipped and nibbled down her stomach, through her navel and down to the soaking wet panties. I pulled them down in one swift move and drove my tongue into her overflowing pussy. Her pussy was so small I could take both lips into my mouth at once, my tongue beating a tattoo on her clit. Her legs clamped over my ears and she lifted me up as she arched. From a distance I heard a strangled yell which had to be her coming.

Gradually we returned to the floor, and I regained my senses. I was amazed at her strength in lifting me as she climaxed and looking up at Dawn her face reflected my amazement. Marie lay quietly; Dawn still hovering over a breast and me between her legs. Finally her eyes flickered open; "Um, that was...I don't know...what was that? I've never done that before...what happened?"

Dawn leaned in; "You just had an orgasm. Was that your first?"

"The first that way, and the first that strong. Can we do that again? I could get used to that."

"We're going to give you a lot of those. And you'll give me a bunch too. But somebody else has to be taken care of...and he's soo ready for you."

Marie turned, looking at me, then her eyes dropped to my cock; it was red, hard and dripping. "I'm supposed to take that?"

"Yes you are. But not if you can't, I not here to hurt, just give pleasure." And with that I slipped my tongue back into her pussy. Even with all the talking, she was still soaking wet and I was drinking her juices as fast as she was producing. 

"Dawn, come try this." She knelt to the pussy, took a deep breath, and a tentative taste, and then engulfed Marie. She was totally sucking both lips in at once and you could hear her slurping pussy juice. After several minutes Dawn moved aside; "She is so ready now."

I moved back into place; lifting Marie's legs over my hips, Dawn reaching in to guide my cock. She teased Marie; drawing my cock head up and down her slit. She tried following my cock, but I held her hips even while gritting my teeth; I really wanted to drive in, and knew in some deep part of my brain that I shouldn't. But I really wanted to. After what felt like hours Dawn placed the head at Maries opening; it didn't look near big enough to take me, but Dawn placed a hand at the small of my back and gently pushed. The gap slowly widened, and as my head disappeared, I felt her pussy grabbing me. I stopped, looking down at her closed eyes. After a moment they flicked open and slowly focused on my face; "More, a little bit more please."

I sank in, maybe an inch, and waited. Her eyes never left my face; she waited a bit then nodded and I moved in another inch. We kept doing that until her hips closed on me; "No more, I can't take any more."

Glancing down I was surprised to see she had taken more than two thirds of me. I looked into her eyes, and when she nodded, began a slow in and out motion; only moving an inch or so. She was so tight; my teeth were clenched together with the effort of not coming. Sweat was dripping to her breast, and Dawn was licking it up. Dawn's hand was still on my back; she could feel me fucking Marie, and could feel the tension in my muscles. We gradually picked up the pace until Marie was pushing up against my downward thrust; grunting and clawing with her effort. After only a short time we both came; her fingers digging into my back, legs wrapped around my back as tight as an anaconda, grunting and groaning. All I could do was hold her to me and push in as far as I could go. I froze. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, I couldn't do anything but come.

***

Dawn washing my face with a cloth brought me back. I blinked, looking around; Marie lay next to me, curled into a ball. Dawn softly washed her face. "Is she alright?"

"She will be in a minute. That's the second intense orgasm for her tonight. She'll be ok, but probably pretty sore."

When she woke, we carried her to bed, and then I took Dawn to our bed where I poured as much love into her as I had poured lust into Marie. Dawn took me in, holding me to her as she cooed how she loved me and hoping Marie was going to fit us. I assured her; I was certain she would.

Just as we drifted off, I felt a weight on the bed, and Marie joined us; cuddling against Dawn's back.

***

I woke to the quiet sounds of them kissing and whispering beside me. Rolling over, I watched them for several minutes and then answered nature's call; heading to the bathroom. After a shower I made coffee in the kitchen, sitting back and waiting with coffee in hand. Maybe half an hour later they joined me; hair wet and smiles on their faces. None of us had bothered dressing and when they came to kiss me, both had hands feeling my cock. Yes, I got semi-hard quickly, and I returned the favor by running fingers through both pussies. No, I didn't waste that either, I made sure to very visibly suck their juices from my fingers. That earned me several more, very deep, kisses and lots of tits rubbing against me. We played a little longer, but hunger got our attention, and we put off further playing until later.

Breakfast became a prolonged conversation; we talked about anything and everything, the weather or ourselves, the economy, politics, work. What happened to the Mariners? What was going to happen with the Seahawks? Marie was a big fan of The Storm and Sue Byrd. Finally, she asked what attracted us to her.

I let Dawn answer first; "I was first attracted by your beauty, I've dreamed about a woman just like you for over a year; she had your hair, your figure, even your height. Only the face wasn't distinct. But when I saw you in the coffee shop...my heart stopped, I couldn't believe you were real. But you are, unless I'm just dreaming all this. But now you're here and there is even more to you than I imagined and as silly as it may sound...I'm glad there's more, I'm going to enjoy learning about you."

Marie turned to me with an inquiring look. "At first I was humoring Dawn in her desire for you, but by our third visit, I'd determined there was a lot of brain hiding under that blonde hair. And a woman's brains attract me almost as much as her body. I find your innocence exciting, and at the same time look forward to the days when you'll know what you want and how to get it. Now, what about you? Before we propositioned you...What did you think of us?"

"There was an aura about you, something that made me want to know you. And you treated me with respect. I served you coffee, and you said thank you. Both of you. Most people, men or women, that come in, they don't see anything beyond the cup in my hand. But you guys ... you looked in my eyes, acknowledged me as a person. After that it was just watching you together, seeing the affection you have, and then feeling you were extending that affection to me. I didn't know how to respond when you invited me here, but when Dawn ordered me .... Well ... I almost wet my pants."

Dawn slipped in behind her and nuzzled her neck while cupping those delicate looking breasts. "I almost wet my pants when I ordered you here. I was holding my breath 'till you came to the door."

"I'm glad I came ..."

"We're all glad you came, but it's time for some cumming. Let's go try out our bed."

***

We spent most of the remainder of the day in bed; Marie learned how to go down on Dawn first, me later. When she first tasted Dawn's juices, she paused while licking her lips, studying the new taste, then a big smile crossed her face and she pronounced it good. And then she dove into the pussy before her. She pulled Dawn's legs wide open, almost into a split, and drove her tongue as deep as she could within the flowing quim. Oh yeah, it was flowing. I've only seen Dawn flow that strongly twice before, but that is how excited she was. Dawn's body was rolling and twisting, her head going side to side, eyes clamped shut one moment, wildly searching about the room the next. Her hands ruffled through her lover's hair, and she kept moaning incoherent phrases interspersed with the occasional; "Yes"...or... "Oh god"... "and sometimes ..."Oh Marie..."

Marie may have been new at pussy eating, but she took to it instantly. Dawn came three, maybe four times before she whispered; "Enough, I can't take any more."

I pulled Marie to me, licking pussy juice from all over her face, and then burying my tongue into her mouth. She was so sexually charged that she responded furiously to my assault, almost raping my mouth in return. I threw her onto her back, kneed my way between her legs and drove into her gaping slit. There was no resistance, no friction; she was that wet. I pushed in until our hips slammed together, forcing the air from her small body. Her eyes popped wide open and her arms and legs surrounded me. "Fuck me. Yes, do it, all of me. I'm yours. I want to be. I need to be. Fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me."

There wasn't anything else I could do. Even if I had wanted to pull out of her, she had me locked in. All I could move was my hips, and I did. First slowly, but soon pile driving into her with all my strength. We didn't last long; maybe three or four minutes, but man, those were intense minutes. We came together; me frozen with my cock deep within her and sperm starting somewhere outside of me and forcing through me. She clasped me even tighter and started a high pitched keening wail. In the back of my mind I knew she was digging nails into my back, but I was beyond caring.

We finally collapsed next to Dawn who had recovered enough to watch our last few minutes; "Ah, guys ... as great as this was, if we keep going at this pace, no one will survive."

She staggered to the bathroom, returning minutes later with a wash cloth. She gently cleaned my face and then moved over to Marie. Even as she was laving, she was kissing, but softly. I was lying on my stomach when Dawn looked over at me and gasped. She reached across with the cloth and lightly dabbed at my back. Man that Stung! Indeed, Marie had laid a series of scratches into my back but fortunately she'd only dug in.

***

Marie went home later that afternoon, but only after many minutes of hugs and kisses at the door. Dawn was pensive the rest of the day, and wasn't ready to share her feelings. Anyone meeting her for the first time assumes she's a simple person, incapable of deep thought, but she holds a Masters in Business Administration and a double minor in philosophy and comparative religions; I was willing to wait as I knew she wouldn't bombard me with a bunch of worries and questions.

We were cuddling in bed when she began; "I think that all went really well, but I sensed some hesitancy on Marie's part. She may be thinking this is too good to be true. Let's give her time, and if she doesn't call, we'll drop in on her, see how she's doing. I really think she will fit us perfectly, but she has to believe it too."

***

We didn't hear from her all week. Saturday we dropped into the coffee shop, but there was another girl serving. Dawn asked her quietly about Marie; "I'm not sure. My boss asked me to cover the last three days, but didn't tell me why."

Dawn called Marie's cell, but there was no answer. She left a message; asking her to call.

***

Three weeks later, at ten in the evening, she called.

I happened to be the one answering, and all I heard at first was someone crying. After twice saying 'hello' and getting no response but crying, I was about to hang up when a little voice said; "Dawn? Ron? Are you there? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I haven't called. Are you there? Please?"

"Yes, I'm here. Are you alright?" About then Dawn came into the room; "Did I hear the...?"

I held up my hand, mouthing 'Marie" to her.

"Oh...no...I'm not. I'm in the hospital in Yakima. My car was hit by guy in a pickup. I hurt. And you guys think I left you. And my dad had a stroke, and I was on my way there and I still haven't seen him."

"Where's your dad now?"

"He's down stairs. My mom has been up here and down there...I don't think she's had two straight hours sleep since I was brought in. She's either with me or dad. I miss you guys. I'd have called sooner, but I just got my cell back from my car."

I passed the phone to Dawn and headed upstairs to begin packing. Several minutes later Dawn came into the bedroom, took one look and pulled out a suitcase.

***** 

Stay tuned for chapter two. Surprises awaited us.