8 comments/ 98099 views/ 5 favorites A Lifetime of Love By: phsssst I don't know if I should tell this story. I know some of you will think I'm a crazy old coot, too mentally unstable to remember clearly. Believe me, a long life is not necessarily a happy one. Don't misunderstand; I wouldn't trade with anyone. My life had its ups and downs just like anyone else; but in one respect, I am the most fortunate man on earth. I enjoyed the love of two women most of my life. Maybe many will think this story dishonors their memory, but I think it's a testament to their beautiful minds as well as bodies. I feel sorry for myself with their passing; and to be honest, can't wait for my own. I suppose some wonder why I don't kill myself if I'm so miserable. It's not an option. If I did, I know my ladies would think poorly of me and their opinion matters most. However, I'm rambling when I should tell the story. It started when I was five. I had a seven-year-old sister and we played doctor when our parents weren't around. We did this for years until suddenly, my sister wouldn't play anymore. I realize now, she had started puberty when she stopped. However, then I didn't even know the word much less understand it. I continued to pester her unmercifully to play. A few years later, I discovered puberty and when we were alone, my sexual comments were unending. I don't know how she tolerated me. I guess she knew I really loved her. Sometimes she'd roar that if I didn't stop, she would never speak to me again. I knew her bark was worse than her bite, so it only slowed me for a little while. When I was seventeen, one of those downs in life struck. Our parents died in a traffic accident, killed by a drunk driver. It was senseless and that made it all the more painful. We had the house, my mother's car, and more life insurance than necessary to support ourselves through university and beyond. My sister forced me to swear at their graveside that I would distinguish myself at university. She made the same pledge standing beside me in the wind and the rain. We both knew it's what our parents wanted for us. Our pledge brought us closer together. We inherited one other thing, a rustic mountain cabin built by my great-great-grandfather. It wasn't beautiful, but it was spacious. There was no running water and the most modern convenience was the foam pad on the privy seat so you wouldn't freeze your butt in the winter. However, to the builder, it had been a labor of love as well as a matter of survival. It had a huge field stone fireplace still complete with the wrought iron arms and rings for cooking. Surrounding the fireplace was a cozy log cabin with the old-fashioned front veranda you often see in pictures. It was complete with rocking chairs my sister and I used many times in our youth. A later addition was an extremely large iron wood-burning cook stove. The kind that costs a small fortune these days, if you are lucky to find one. As a family, we had the best times of our lives at the cabin. The area was full of trails left by the old prospectors and complete with an abandoned mine on the other side of the mountain. Steams ran from the snowmelt high overhead. One of the first things we did together after the death of our parents was return to the place we had so much enjoyed. The closest access road was two miles away, so we had to hike to the cabin. Even with the short time that had passed after my parent's death, I could not avoid noticing her beautiful buttocks sway under the backpack. As usual, the pack contained tins and dried goods. I too carried a backpack, and as I followed her, for once made no comment about her body or how much I desired to see it. However, as the months passed, I returned to my old ways. I besieged her with constant requests to see some portion of her anatomy. She simply rejected them. My eighteenth birthday came and went. One warm and beautiful September day, we hiked to the lake some six miles away. Behind her, I watched her buns as usual. As we hiked, I noticed I was hot and removed my shirt. It was just before my turn to take the lead; we habitually alternated every mile or so. Naturally, I remarked she should do the same. "In your dreams," was her reply as we alternated and I took the lead. We continued up the mountain, enjoying the exercise, fresh air and sunshine, when I heard her stumble behind me. I turned to find her defiantly okay. Her breasts were beautiful large succulent, the areolas large and dark topped by her nipples. All she wore above the waist was the light backpack, the straps resting on her shoulders. My hands rose of their own volition to touch. She stepped back. With a touch of anger in her voice, she unequivocally informed me if I touched her, I would never see them again. I instantly obeyed knowing the difference between her bark and her bite. That was definitely a bite. We continued our hike with me dreaming of her bouncing along behind me. A mile passed and my sister took the lead. Her movements occasionally allowed a glimpse of her beautiful breasts. Finally, we reached the lake and began lunch. I was sure she would cover herself. I was wrong and throughout lunch watched as they swayed and jiggled to her movements. With my mouth as dry as a desert, I gathered the courage to tell her she was gorgeous. Her tits were beautiful. "I'm glad you like them, but would you do me a favor and refer to them as breasts? To me, tits are toys for men's pleasure. So, if you talk about them, use breasts. I think only a lover should call them tits." With that, we finished lunch and returned to the cabin. Her movements afforded me the occasional glimpse. At the cabin, she donned her shirt and we continued our normal routine as though nothing happened. Winter came and went. Our marks at university were excellent. Both of us honored our commitment to our dead parents and each other. My sister would not allow a return visit to the cabin until we completed exams. Therefore, it was a fine warm late spring day before we saw the cabin again. We spent a day cleaning and airing before resuming our hikes the following day. Up the mountain with no real destination in mind, we alternated the lead each mile as usual. I grew hot and sweaty. At a stop to switch, I removed my shirt preparing to pester my sister to do the same. The moment I removed my shirt, she did too and with no coaching from me. We continued up the mountain. I watched her magnificent bottom made taut and round by hiking. I commented she must be sweaty in her pants and maybe she should remove those too. She ignored me as I continued to make comments about seeing her bottom. We stopped to switch; it was my turn to take the lead. "Are you wearing those pants all the way up the mountain or will you give me the view you want so badly?" She asked. That comment put the ball squarely in my court. I struggled in indecision, until I realized I would never get my wish unless I acquiesced. I removed my jeans and with my cock tenting my jockeys, stuffed them into my backpack beside the shirt. My sister stood silently looking at my underwear. Reluctantly, I removed them as well and added them to the backpack. Immediately, I began hiking again, nude to the world except for the backpack, my cock semi-erect bobbing with my strides. Sure, my sister occasionally saw my equipment between my legs as I moved. The next mile passed and she took the lead for a few moments then stopped. Without turning, she removed her backpack and with several wiggles of her hips, removed her tight jeans. Her thong covered almost nothing of her ass. She bent to gather her jeans and put them in her backpack. My heart almost stopped and my mouth was so dry my tongue stuck to the roof. She stood and with another wiggle of her hips stepped out of her thong. She bent again, exposing her sex for a second, and she placed her thong in the pack. My heart lurched and continued. Repositioning the pack on her shoulders, she continued up mountain, as though I wasn't there. My cock stiffened as I followed watching the muscles flex under her skin with each step. The heart shaped inverted three sway with each stride. Her broad hips moved from side to side. I was in heaven. We reached a clearing. She stopped and looking at my cock asked if this was where we should eat lunch. I looked at the honey-blonde pubic patch hiding her sex. She removed our lunches and her jeans. I was sure she would get dressed. I bent to get the water in my pack. When I turned around, she was sitting on her jeans so the stiff grasses wouldn't irritate her rear. I tried to tell her how succulent her ass was. How attractive it was as I followed her up the trail. "I think it's from running all over this mountain with you, but I'd prefer you call it my bottom. I think only a lover should call it an ass." After lunch, we headed down the mountain, our bare bodies enjoying the sun and the air. When we reached the cabin, she jumped into her clothes and we went in to prepare an evening meal. She insisted I be fully clothed before entering. The summer passed rapidly with many nude hikes, both of us becoming comfortable in our nudity. My nineteenth birthday came and went. I would be entering the school of architecture in the fall. We left the cabin at the beginning of September, so I would have time to register. We planned to return later in the year. It was late October before we returned. It's a dangerous time in the mountains, since the weather can change rapidly. A huge fire in the fireplace and an equally large one in the wood stove kept us warm. We took a final hike heavily clothed against the unseasonably cold weather. The clouds hung low and threatening. Then, it happened; the weather suddenly changed. The snow started to fall, visibility shortening to just a few yards. We were too far from the cabin and wearing sneakers too light to protect us from the snow. Soon, our feet were numb from the cold and the trail was lost in the snow. Finally, she could no longer walk, and tried to stop me as I picked her up to carry her. I told her I'd be damned if I would lose the only person I loved in life. I'd like to tell you I romantically carried her back to the cabin. The reality was far uglier. Draped across my shoulders in a fireman's lift, I eventually went to my knees the cold almost my master. I had no idea where we were. Fortunately, my hand struck an old iron hoop half buried in the ground and covered in snow. Instinct and unconscious memory clues brought us close to home. I had seen the hoop all my life. It was half buried about forty feet from the cabin. I looked up trying to see. The way the hoop lay, the cabin could be in two directions. I thought of leaving her and going one way, but realized I could loose her in the storm. It was a fifty-fifty chance and I stumbled to my left winning the bet. Slowly, the cabin loomed out of the wall of snow. Finally inside, I staggered to her bed and with a final heave, tossed her onto the bed. I don't know how she landed. I was unconscious before I hit the floor. I don't I tell you this to portray myself as some sort of hero. On the contrary, I was a fool. I left the cabin in looming weather. I took her too far. Worst of all, I left the compasses in the cabin. Ultimately, I had risked her life. Several times, I almost abandoned the struggle for survival in my fear and weakness. I won, not because of my bravery, but because of my cowardliness. I could not face life without her. When I awoke, I found myself on the floor, naked, blankets piled high on top of me, hot water bottles against my feet. A fire roared in the fireplace. Her nude body pressed tightly against my own feeding me warmth. Her big soft brown eyes watched me. When she noticed I was looking at her, she smiled. Oh, she smiled with such love and warmth, I felt sucked into her essence. Her breasts tight against me, her body warm, her pussy radiated heat against my thigh. Her legs around mine tried to contain my body with her own. Her mouth was against my ear saying the 'no touch' rule was gone and her tongue worked it way into my ear sending shivers through my body. Her warm mouth was against my ear telling me she loved me. She said she had always wanted to play doctor with me, but worried I might get hurt. She said at night she thought of me and had pleasured herself since she first discovered masturbation. Then, she took one of my hands and placed a small circular foil packet in it. With her mouth still against my ear, she explained she always had them in case the day came she could no longer do without me. Her tongue would occasionally work its way back into my ear renewing the shivers coursing through my body. These weren't shivers of cold, but lust trying to overwhelm me. She asked me if I understood her love of words and I nodded yes. "Then you have permission to call my breasts and ass what they are." With her mouth against me, she asked, "Do you like the word cunt? I love it," she declared. "There's a time during sex when loving makes way for lust. I like to be thoroughly fucked and as my orgasm subsides, I like to go back to loving. Do you think you can do that for me?" My hands shook as I touched her breasts for the first time. Their fullness was weighty in my hands. Her areolas were thrusting their nipples against my palms. I lifted one slightly bringing my mouth down to suckle. The nipple hard, she pressed the back of my head harder against her flesh. She asked me to suck harder. I responded and she moaned. I sucked more of her breast into my mouth tasting the soft flesh. I never knew breasts could feel so wonderful. Her hand released me and I moved over to the other taking it the way I had the first, receiving the same soft moans. I released it, licking between them feeling their roundness against my cheeks, as I tasted her skin. My mouth moved up her body and soon I was kissing her passionately like I have never kissed my sister before, no woman before. My mouth ingested her salvia, as our lips mashed together, drinking her sweetness. As the kiss continued, my hands sought her ass. The curves filling my hands with succulent luxuriance I didn't know possible. Her stomach muscles contracting thrust her pussy against my leg. It was the motion of love. Her abdomen was in contact with my own. I don't believe there is anything, softer, more cloud like than a woman in her heat. Our bodies ground together each trying to absorb the other. I pushed her over on her back onto the floor. We forgot the blankets around us. My body between her legs my cock rubbed her mound, feeling the lushness of her pubic hair. My mouth returned to hers. I brought my mouth away from hers and spoke softly of my love of her. Our bodies melded, not yet penetrating just trying to assimilate each others. Her legs began to creep up on either side of mine then gripped my hips as my cock continued to rub between the outer lips of her sex. Not penetrating, but feeling the wetness that said she was prepared for me. The legs moved even higher rubbing the bottom of my cock against her sex. I lifted my body from hers preparing to mount her when I saw completely, for the first time her fully aroused gapping cunt. Her knees close to her breasts. I saw her cunt. It was beautiful. The swollen outer lips covered in a pelt of hair, spreading to allow the pinkish brown inner lips to emerge, they in turn allowing just a glimpse of the soft rose petal pink of her interior. Man has been locked by nature to such beauty. Instead of the downward plunge, I buried my face in her cunt instead. I sucked in her juices, breathed her aroma into my body. I held her thighs apart, licking, ingesting, gulping, and trying to bring her to my core. My body shook with lust as I reared up my face shining with her lubricants. She grabbed the forgotten package from my hand tearing it open with her teeth and then to my surprise placed the condom in her mouth. She snaked her body into position, grabbing my staff in one hand bringing me to her mouth, neatly rolling the condom on with her mouth and tongue. She then resumed her position, her legs high waiting for my penetration. I did not keep her waiting. I lowered my body onto hers, as her hand firmly guided me to her waiting pussy. For a moment, insertion was difficult until slow strokes fully lubricated the condom. Then, I hit an obstruction. She was a virgin too. It slowed us because I didn't want to hurt her. My sister finally took control thrusting her orifice up suddenly and I was as deep as I thought I could be. My mouth descended to her as my tongue also penetrated her. Our bodies began the motion of love. My staff thrust deeply and her hips responded. Soon we were unable to maintain the kiss and as my cheek lowered beside hers I knew it was time. I whispered in her ear " I'm fucking your cunt with love" I told her. "Do you feel my cock filling you?" " Yes," she whispered. "Cock me, cock me, cock me," as her hips trust to the time of her words. I whispered the words she loved in her ear trying different combinations until I was fucking deep, hard, and fast. Our bellies smacked together with the thrusting. Her moans and words turned to a scream as she began to shudder in my arms and released into ecstasy. I drove deep into her as I released my own essence into the rubber waiting to protect her from our folly. As our shuddering slowed, I spoke of my love of her. Telling her what we did was right for us. I hoping she would believe me. I won't bother you with the details of the next week and a half as we waited for the plows to clear the access road. We made love five or six times a day. Her period came. I mention this not to be gross, but to point how much we hated the condoms. When it arrived, we knew we were safe. Although blood often covered our lower regions, we loved the freedom and grew to accept the blood as part of our love. If you don't understand then you haven't lived long enough. Naturally, all good things must end. The road was clear. Part Two We returned to the mundane and a couple of years passed. My sister told me our love could not continue. I ignored her and believed what I wanted. One day, she arrived home with a man and my idealistic existence came to a crashing end. She introduced him as her fiancé. I hated the poor man on sight. The next night we had a fight unlike any before. Her brown eyes flashed their anger at me. She slammed out of the house and I, my anger suddenly cooled, was in tears. She didn't phone me or get in contact in anyway. Months went by as I reestablished my empty life. I graduated from architecture top in my class maintaining the pledge made years ago. For a moment, I thought I saw her in the crowd at graduation, it was a fleeting glimpse and I was never sure. I found a job the high marks provided landing an excellent position with lots of potential and another year went by. My job brought me in contact with many people, but I did most of my work with engineers. One day a notice came into the office one had questioned some of my plans. I phoned his secretary and made an appointment. I marched into the office plans under arm and sat down to await this up start engineer. As the receptionist called out my name, I stood up, dropping the plans as I did. I quickly bent to retrieve them, and upon standing, found myself looking into the largest bluest eyes I have ever beheld. Yes, you guessed it the male sounding name had fooled me completely. She handed me one of the rolls, our hands touched and fire traversed my body. She was beautiful. She was also smarter than I, as I soon discovered, as we went over the plans together. That had never deterred me in a woman, my sister having always been smarter than myself. I was falling for her, and although she gave no outward sign, I had the sense she found me attractive. I asked her for a date. We made arrangements to go dancing the following evening. I loved to dance feeling it's the next best thing to getting a women in bed with you. One date soon followed another and at first the kisses at the end of an evening were chaste but as time progressed they became more and more arousing. A Lifetime of Love Patrick and Jenna met in a chat room on the internet one evening while bored and lonely. Both were trapped in loveless, sexless, uncaring marriages. They started talking and quickly became friends. Jenna loved his sense of humor, his quick wit, his kindness and gentleness. He was the perfect man in her eyes. One evening things went a little further, talk became more erotic then previous occasions. They made love over the internet but both needed more. They decided they needed to hear one another's voices so they spoke on the phone. This was great but they still needed more then just stolen moments of time. What they wanted was to finally meet, in person. Patrick came up with a plan. He would drive hundreds of miles to meet with Jenna at long last. Jenna fell in love with this plan and excitedly agreed to meet with him near her hometown. Days came and went, then the final day arrived. The day Patrick and Jenna would finally meet face to face. No cable or phone line between them. Just them, together at long last. Jenna arrives at the agreed upon destination, her heart pounding as if it's going to break out of her chest at any moment. She doesn't know what this man will look like other then a picture sent to her on the computer. She scans every car with a man in it, looking for her love as he turns a corner in front of her. Her body trembles as she makes eye contact with him for the first time ever. Patrick stops his car, reaches for the door handle and opens the door. He steps out holding a bouquet of flowers for his lady. She smiles, they immediately go to each other and embrace in a hug that seems to last an eternity. Neither can believe they are finally together. After what seems hours of holding one another and talking they resume their meeting by going back to Jenna's home. Once there they share another embrace, only this time more passionate then the first. There lips finally meet as if they've always shared one space. His hands roamed across the length of her body. He wanted to feel every inch of her from head to toe. Jenna walks Patrick over to the bed where she slowly undresses him as if opening a present for the first time. She kisses and gently nibbles at his chest as his shirt comes off first. Licking and kissing, down his chest, to his stomach, she reaches for his pants and slowly slides them down his legs until they are a memory. She playfully nibbles on the wet spot on his underwear that showed just how much he liked what she had been doing to him. Jenna stands up and slowly starts to take off her clothes. Doing a sort of striptease if you will. He has enough and grabs her, lying her on the bed next to him. They embrace in a kiss, this time more passionate then before. All there inner fantasies fueling the fire between them. Starting at her forehead Patrick makes a trail of soft, slow kisses upon her body. Down her neck, lingering around her naval, then resuming until he reaches his goal. He hears moans coming from her lips as his tongue moves across her trembling body toward her swollen clit. He begins his assault on her engorged clit, feeling the heat coming from her makes his dick even more stiff then it already was. Patrick loves seeing how good he makes Jenna feel and resumes with nibbling and sucking her clit only this time his tongue darts out toward her inner depths. She moans loudly as he pierces her wet pussy with his tongue. Oh how she longs to have his hard cock in place of his tongue. Jenna rolls atop Patrick, wanting to warm him up a lot more also. She rises above him, her hot wet pussy only inches from his face. She slowly lowers herself down to his awaiting tongue where he resumes what she had stopped moments ago. Jenna lowers her mouth to Patrick's stiff cock. The tip is wet and she traces a line with her tongue from top to bottom loving his taste. She has to have more, she needs more of him to taste and love. She lowers her mouth to his awaiting member. Her tongue darting out at the tip of his penis as she begins her decent. She can taste more cum which makes her wild, wanting more. Slowly she engulfs his hard throbbing cock. He moans as he sees her gorgeous mouth around his iron hard penis which this morning had only been a dream. This time it was for real, no doubt about it. After what seemed hours of foreplay they were about to finally feel what they'd longed for. To be together as one. Patrick lies on the bed with Jenna positioned over top him. She reaches for his cock, stroking it as she lowers herself down to where she will finally feel the pleasure she's craved for so long. At first she lets only the tip of his stiff cock invade her warm awaiting pussy. She slowly rocks back and forth so he could feel her only vaguely. Then inch by marvelous inch she lowers herself on his rigid pole. He loves every moment of this feeling, so warm and inviting he can't help but moan as she steadily starts riding his cock for all it's worth. Jenna starts to cum, moaning and crying, as she's never felt anything as wonderful as Patrick's hard throbbing cock inside her before. He reaches up, rolls her over on her hands and knees. He mounts her doggystyle, reaching around he feels her swollen clit and begins to rolls it in his fingers. This drives her over the edge and she bucks back wildly as he shoves his hard cock into her hot wet pussy. Patrick can no longer contain himself, the viselike grip of her inner walls is too much for him. Her pussy milks him dry and they collapse together on the bed. They lay holding one another in a passionate embrace, kissing, looking into one another's eyes so lovingly. Patrick whispers to Jenna, This is only the beginning of a lifetime of pleasure... A Lifetime of Love I got hard from crawling into her warmth still lingering in the bed. I could smell her unique smell mingled in the sheets distinctively hers. I knew her body so well. My hormones raged. I didn't think I'd sleep. I woke up to the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen and the chatter of two females who obviously were the best of friends. I was terribly horny. I was greeted by two warm smiles, handed a cup of coffee and asked to sit down. "Why is it you never have spoken of your mountain retreat?" my wife asked. I thought for a moment. I had never gone near the place since the time my sister had left me. It plain hurt too much. The cabin had been the place where I had played and loved with my sibling. Then after thinking about shrugging it off with a casual, "I don't know" I told the truth. I looked straight at my sister's deep warm brown eyes and spoke of my love. I left out nothing, my fear when she left me, my jealously, my rage, and my overwhelming sorrow; which seemed some how to cumulated at the cabin. I found I could not go near it or think of it. I turned to my wife, startled by the implausible blue after I had started to descend into the deeps of my sister's brown. "I hope you feel I had reasons enough I had not meant to deceive or fabricate in any way dear. It simply never came up in our conversations" "I know honey," she replied, "Your sister and I would like it if you would take us both to the mountain next weekend. We feel your happiness would return if I where there. Your sister has said she would help you to make the transition." They both smiled. The smiles reminded me how much I loved them both. I agreed. The subject was dropped and we returned to the mundane conservations of living. Nothing was ever said about the talks they had the previous night. True to my word, the next weekend found us following the somewhat overgrown path from the access road to the cabin. Three packs containing more than enough food on our backs. The two women cleaned and aired the cabin while I split wood for the fire before it became to dark to see. Although the day had been beautifully warm the nights in the mountains cooled rapidly. I soon had a large fire in the old stone fire place and thought to fire up the cook stove. My sister said not to bother and brought out several bottles of wine from her pack. That surprised me. The weight penalty was considerable. To complete my surprise, my wife brought out several more. Both women had been carrying far more than they should have. I chastised them gently. Both women looked contrite. I'm not sure I believed it. We sat in front of the fire sipping wine, enjoying each others company, basking in the warmth. The women planned the next days hiking. Finally late in the evening, extremely mellow from the wine we went to bed. My sister insisted my wife and I take my parents old bedroom. She took her own directly across the cabin. Let me tell you those rooms were rooms in name only. They had no doors and the walls were only seven feet tall. Well short of the roof overhead. Sound bounced off the roof and could be clearly heard about the place. My wife, as we settled pussy kissed me deeply, told me I had made her too horny and insisted I fuck her. Yes it's the word she used. She told me the mountain air had made her extremely lusty and she was beyond loving. She wanted a fuck! Her language and the motions of her body against mine soon had me highly aroused. I hadn't forgotten my sister. It was a case of being so libidinous I didn't care. I mounted my beauty and began the motions of love. The damn bed began to squeak. About the same time my wife began to grunt deeply. I thrust harder. She planted her feet firmly with knees high and heaved her hips upwards bring her ass off the bed, her cunt deeply filled with my cock. Our bellies slapped together. We repeated the motion time and time again. My wife began to yell fuck me, fuck me, in time to our rhythm. I drove my cock into a slimy wet sea. The headboard began to bang against the wall. I didn't care. My wife screamed. I came. As my cum warmed her cunt I heard a deep moan fill the cabin. It hadn't come from my wife. The next morning, my sister asked if I had enjoyed myself, my wife laughed, as she told me she had certainly enjoyed the noise. Then I remembered the moan in the night. After breakfast we headed up mountain to the lake about six miles away alternating every mile. The trail was visible so my wife would take her turn at lead. The day grew warm. I enjoyed the motion of buttocks in front of me. Disappointed; when it was my turn to lead. Finally the exercise and heat got to me. I removed my shirt. Both women did too, with their bras following into the knapsacks I insisted we all carry. Compasses, first aid kits and the women with our lunch split between the two of them. I carried the same with the exception I was responsible for our water supply. As you can imagine this had become terrible important to me. But I digress. There I was admiring four succulent breasts beautiful to behold. I have to admit they were the only real ones I ever saw in my life. They were gorgeous to me. We continued up the mountain I mindful of my sister's old don't touch rule. I watched the breasts bounce and the buttocks move under the jeans as I followed them both. Typically male I was unable to leave things alone and removed my pants but chickened out when it came to my underwear. Then I passed them to take the lead. There were a few cat calls but I continued along the trail. I looked forward to the next switch in the lead. Sure enough my sister passed me wearing only a thong. Her bottom muscles clenching and unclenching with each step. I assumed correctly my wife followed similarly attired. I knew what I had to do. I stopped asking them to wait as I removed my remaining piece of clothing. Soon we were all moving along the trail wearing only the packs. We arrived at the lake and used our clothes for seating. We ate our lunch. The ladies stood as I sat there and walked along the shore. I watched their bodies and suddenly realized how different they were. Had I unconsciously made such a choice? I don't know. I always looked at and remembered eyes but I seldom paid serious attention to bodies once I had established I liked them. My wife was slightly taller and slimmer than my sister. Her hair was raven black, shinning in the sun. Her skin was alabaster, almost marble white. I dug the suntan lotion out of the first aid kit. Her completion was flawless. Breasts were high and perky. Large, but not so large as to drag them down her chest. Her hips flared out bringing a beautiful sway to her walk. Her buttocks were firm. So tight, there were only tiny jiggles when she walked. I thought her shape to be superb. My sister was a honey Blonde. Her hair streaked naturally by the sun. She had always had a dark completion easily enhanced by the sun. Freckles covered her nose and the top of her chest just above her pendulant breasts. Her chest was deeper than my wife's and her body seemed to have been buttered with and extra quarter inch of fat bringing a fullness to her shape. Her buttocks more rounded. Their jiggles more pronounced. I thought her shape to be superb. I called my wife and began to cover her body in sun tan lotion. Her front first as any male who saw her would. My sister took a bottle from her pack and did her back. Soon my cock was a pole waving in the breeze as I continued to slather lotion on her breasts, watching my sibling as she did my wife's buttocks. I was so horny. My wife turned to her and asked "would it be all right if I fucked him?" My wife took hold of my cock as she asked; standing talking to my sister as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "As you can see he really needs some help." My sister thought it a fine idea. She felt she would like to see what she had heard in the night. They both rearranged our clothing into a bed. My wife lay upon it bring her knees up to present the classic woman in need. I mounted her in front of my sister thrusting into her as I use to do my sister on the mountain. My sister sat beside us watching with her knees spread wide, her ankles crossed, two finger deeply imbedded in her twat. My sister began to talk to my wife as though they were comparing notes. "Doesn't he have a fine cock?" she asked. Then she told her to open her cunt up a little wider. Let it all in she advised. My wife complied, spreading her legs so wide my sister held onto one to assist her. My wife used her stomach muscles to curl her pelvis higher to I could penetrate more deeply into her. "That's it," said my sister as her own fingers flew in her pussy. "Fuck him hard and fast. Get your snatch filled with cum. Climax on his cock" Then sis moaned out her own climax, the first one of hers I had seen in many years. I watched her body shudder while unbeknownst to me; deep blue eyes watched me watch my sister. Suddenly, her body, which had laid forgotten for a moment under me; started shaking. Those spasms soon brought on my own as I filled her cunt with my sperm. We returned to the cabin. I enjoyed their bodies as we walked. The first part of the way I could see the juices of our love run down my wife's leg. I was tempted to stop her and lick them off her milky inner thighs, but resisted the temptation instead choosing to watch my sister's bum not knowing if I would be ever allowed to touch it again. Dinner was a pleasant affair. The wine flowed and the talk, as the women began to discuss my attributes thoroughly. The evening progressed and they told each other of the time I did this or that. They explained to each how I made love to them. They laughed at times. I sometimes explained my actions. Soon I was ready for bed and said so. I wanted her pussy kiss which I loved so much. The girls prepared for bed each getting into night gowns which fell to just bellow their buttocks. I was a little surprised because my wife and I normally slept in the nude. My sister placed a small pot of water on the wood stove well back from where it would boil; it would stay warm during the night. I did not ask why thinking it was for something she wanted in the morning. My wife and I went to bed. She crawling in on one side and I the other. To my shock my sister was right behind me crawling in as I looked at my wife only to see laughter in those beautiful blue eyes. I tuned the other way to find soft brown ones staring at me as their owner asked me if after all these years I still wanted to fuck her. I did. She did. We did. As my wife watched, I yanked the nightie over her head exposing the heavy breasts burying my face in them as my hand entered a swamp of sticky love juices. I brought the hand up smearing the juices over her breasts and licked them thoroughly. Then I went directly to her source rubbing my face in her cunt covering my chin, lips, nose, and forehead, in her slime. Licking her sex I forced her to produce even more as I rolled my face in her core. I couldn't get enough it had been too long. I reared up as I had so many years ago, face glistening from her spend and moving forward drove my cock deep into her cunt; once again to hear the rhythmic sound of her voice saying over and over, cock me, cock me, cock me which I now understood to mean "fill my cunt with cock and fuck me until I'm helpless." I filled her with my own cum as her body shuddered in orgasmic bliss around my cock. I went down on her again, giving her head as I ate our mixture. I brought her to another orgasm on my tongue, her hands holding my head as her ass thrust her snatch against my mouth. I rolled over in the bed between my two women chest heaving trying to regain oxygen. My sister slipped from the bed and returned in a moment bearing the pot of warm water, soap, and a wash clothe. She carefully bathed me where ever her body's fluids had touched me. Then brown eyes looked at blue and said, "your turn." My wife immediately began to kiss me assuring with those kisses I had done no wrong. Then she told me the whole weekend at the cabin had been choreographed by my sister and her. The night of my sister listening, the screwing at the lake followed their plans almost exactly. My stunning blue eyes then sat up in bed and stripped the nightie over her head signaling I was not yet done that night. She rolled into my arms with her mouth against my ear and explained as my sister listened that she had suspected something when my sister confronted us at the church. She went to meet my sister to find out what she was like. The night she asked about whether we were intimate was the night she made up her mind. My sister, if she would like, would be her gift to me. I told her she had already given me the greatest gift she could, herself. My wife told me she felt it was a flawed gift, but I also was flawed in the love of my sister. Since I had ignored her flaw, she decided to ignore mine. As I had indulged her she arranged with my sister to indulge me. I told it was totally unnecessary, but I was overjoyed to make love to my sister again. Her wonderful blue eyes held mine as she told me she knew she didn't have to, but it gave her great delight to see my joy. She then straddled my face; pussy kissed me deeply, before sliding my cock into her pussy. My wife rode me with her favorite back and forth motion. While she ground her hips she asked my sister how the sex had come about. Sis told her about the winter storm and the loving which had followed. She left out nothing and when she told how she had placed the condom on me, I finally asked a question I realized had been in the back of my mind for years. "Sis I know you were a virgin, where did you learn that? You slipped it on as though you had been doing it for years." "I practiced," she laughed, "on a carrot. I must have gone through at least three condoms trying to get it right. I read somewhere men don't like condoms but they like having them applied that way. I wanted our loving to be perfect." My wife's hips began to move with an up and down motion. I knew soon I would cum inside of her. I asked my sister if she wanted to watch me eat my own cum while my wife pussy kissed me before sleep. That was how my sister found out about our ritual of bedtime pussy kisses. My life became idealistic, my sister visiting us more frequently over night as time went by. For a while the washing ritual took place between the loving until one night my wife told my sister not to bother and took my cock into her mouth savoring the musky flavor of my sister's juices. After that, they would simply alternate each loving me completely before passing me to the other. Although they would watch each other love me they would never do it together saying it was my duty to concentrate on them solely as individuals. It was heaven on earth for me and I loved them both dearly, not always living up to their expectations because I would often sneak a peek at the other while making love. I guess I just had to see if the other was anxiously waiting her turn. I was never to think otherwise although I have wondered since if they were on to me. Then it happened the lowest time of my life when I almost ruined everything. When I arrived home one night I found my sister already there in tears. Her husband was leaving her. I forgot everything in a moment of rejoicing for myself and blurted, "thank god you've finally dumped that asshole." My sister turned and with a look of such deep anger it bordered on hatred. Tears forgotten she pounded her fists on my chest calling me terrible things until she whirled away and started heading for the door. I was frozen in shock unable to move as the door opened. I knew with a cold understanding which went to my core, I would never see her again. Then, my blue-eyed angle saved my life, reached past me and brought my sister into her arms, the only time I ever saw them embrace. My blue-eyed wonder who looked at me with such anger, as she brought my sister back into our home speaking in her ear so I could not hear. I don't know to this day what arguments or inducements she had, I only know she was successful in calming my sister before she turned to me, her speech and look scathing, and asked if that was how I honored my commitments to her. She reminded me of my promise that in a moment of stupidity was forever broken. My tears started to flow as I attempted to apologize to her but I was not allowed to as she flayed me with her anger. "Do you understand your sister is the one responsible for you finding me? She asked and then explained without waiting for a reply. "Oh she didn't know who I was or what I looked like or even my name, but she knew I existed. Through her ex-husband, she gave you the opportunity to find me. She has always loved you more than life itself. She was at you graduation and every other event of meaning in your life even if you didn't know she was there. She kept close track of you always as you should know, her phone call coming just one day after our engagement." She castigated me far into the evening not allowing an answer from me, scorching me with her eyes steely blue, stabbing me to my deepest substance. She explained to me in excruciating detail how my sister's love of me destroyed her own marriage. Her husband didn't know whom, but he knew she loved another. I turned to my sister and was rebuffed. My tears continued as I found myself unable to justify my words and actions. I finally went to bed sobbing into my pillow sure I had destroyed both my wife's and my sister's love; comprehending my sister's decisions, on the precipice of losing her. I don't know how long I cried before they entered the bed one on each side of me. I could feel they where suntil stiff with anger but at least they were there. Then I could smell my wife her aroma filling me with love as her pussy waited to give me a good night kiss. In my fear and humiliation I turned my head away only to hear her soft voice say "Is this again how you honor your commitments to me?" I could hear the tears in her eyes and turned back kissing her pussy with all the ardor I could muster asking her forgiveness with each movement of my tongue each touch of my lips as she honored her commitment to me. Then my sister pussy kissed me as well and I was allowed to hold them both as I feel asleep wondering why I was so fortunate to be able to hold the love of those exceptional women. Days passed and I understood my forgiveness would take a little while. Each night, I was pussy kissed beautifully, but conversations were strained at times and there was no long passionate loving I had grown so use to. I began to despair; possibly, I had destroyed enough of their love and would never see the kind of physical union I had previously enjoyed. It mattered greatly to me but I consoled myself knowing I still had them in my life; happy to live with them under any circumstance, any requirements. However, my body craved sexual release and the nightly kisses further inflamed my sexual appetite. Masturbation was out of the question with these two luscious bodies lying beside me each night. I began to have nocturnal emissions with the accompanying dreams. These dreams always included them both as with salacious carnality they would wither against my body slathering it with their warm juices spreading their nectars everywhere, as they sucked me to orgasm. One night, unbeknownst to me, I ejaculated against my wife's thigh waking her with the familiar warmth she had always enjoyed. The following day my sister and wife had a conference with me as the subject. Obviously, each was waiting for the other to begin sexual play again. My wife felt since my sister was the offended party she should initiate the renewed sexual contact while my sister assumed my wife as owner of record had first rights. This actually led to an argument, which was resolved late in the day with a solution that broke their own rules of sexual etiquette. Both admitted to being extremely horny freely admitting to the increased juices being produced by bodies requiring sexual stimulation. Between the pussy kisses at night and the horniness during the day they laughed at the number of times they had to change their panties. My wife had already explained my nocturnal emissions to my sister, so they both knew I too had been suffering. A Lifetime of Love They took me to bed that night as soon as I got home from work and explained what was to take place for the next twenty-four hours. They had obviously planned it because they were in a giggly mood as one told me they were going to gang bang me while the other confirmed their desire with a yes it was going to be a team fuck. I hadn't realized how fast an erection can occur until the moment when my two lovelies confirmed they were going to satiate my wildest dreams. They stripped me, then themselves, and promptly began my welcomed molestation. They knelt on either side of me and with further giggles licked up my shaft one tongue on each side. I soon realized although it was doing things for me it was simply providing them with a source of amusement. I turned them so their beautiful bottoms were facing me and watched their pussies exude their flavorful nectars as they continued to lick my sex. Not one but two beautiful pussies placed below four rounded globes of buttock, fleshy in their sexuality designed by nature to attract. Their moistness demanded my attention and I placed two fingers in each of them which brought the giggles to a halt as their bums began to gyrate their pussies around my fingers, jiggling those voluptuous fleshy globes as my cock began to ache from the sight of all of the femininity flaunted before me. Two magnificent hairy hot sodden cunts churned on my fingers drenching them with their womanly syrups. I noticed some of the excessive juices were beginning to run down their inner thighs so with hand I kneaded the flesh of pussy, thigh, and bum with their juices until they were shinny with moisture. Then one at a time I tasted my fingers before returning them the softness which enveloped them again into a quagmire of slippery warmth. My thumbs occasionally brushed their clits and the silence was broken by the moans that matched the touches. Although it was a simple thing to lay there watching as my fingers stroked in and out of their pussies, because it was the two of them it was extremely arousing. The women also seemed to sense my mood for suddenly my wife reared up abandoning my thrusting fingers and straddled my face watching my sister who had my cock to herself. My sister immediately engulfed my engorged sex deeply into her warm wet mouth sending delicious signals to my brain. Meanwhile, over my head a gorgeous black-haired pussy awaited my attention. Rivulets of excessive juices ran down the succulent white inner thighs holding the fountain producing the nectar I craved. My hands, one leaving my sister, griped my wife's hips and brought her beauty slowly towards my waiting mouth giving me time to tongue her inner whiteness, removing the honey as I progressed upwards towards the source of my cravings. My sister for a moment left my shaft cooling, her saliva evaporating as she repositioned herself on the bed. Then the furnace of her desires descended downwards slowly reheating and then bringing a new more penetrating heat to my loins. The sheath of her own lust enveloping me as my wife's pussy began to stroke my tongue splashing it with the wetness of love. Words escape me as hormones rushed through my body brought about by the actions of my loves. Their thrusting, heaving, churning bodies demanded their sexual release. Driven by their movement, I wildly thrust upward deep into the heat my cock instinctively sought. My tongue ravished the luscious lips that kissed chin and nose as well as tongue. Suddenly, I knew their time was close. My tongue went to my wife's clit to worry it with lascivious intent while I made sure my shaft was scraping against my sister pearl. You know how they tell you a fantasy is often better than the reality, bull tweed, I'm sorry it has been a life long policy not to be profane, but bull tweed! Nectar flowed into my mouth; juices flowed over my testicles down onto the bed and I came with a burning spew as their bodies shuddered over top of me lathering me in the sticky juices I loved. The juices of love mingled in my sister's pussy as my wife dismounted allowing my sister to bring her flavors to my mouth already containing a bounteous amount of my wife's loving juices. As the three juices commingled, I was brought to bliss totally enraptured by what had transpired. My sister's sex continued to exude our bounty into my mouth as once again I felt my flaccid cock engulfed in warmth. My wife was suckling gently patiently waiting my reawaking to new sexual demands. Apparently, it was not only going to be a team gang bang, but a twenty four hour orgy of sexual bliss. You know enough to understand the height of the love which flowed between the three of us. I will not tell of the rest of that night for I fear it may leave you feeling inadequately fulfilled in life. They were with me all their lives, always loving, always sharing. As the years passed and I could no longer please them both each night, one would watch and masturbate while the other loved me. They always seemed to over look my inadequacies. Then one was gone and the other as though incomplete soon followed leaving me in my present unhappy state. You will notice I never mentioned any names, so it will be difficult to discover our identity. However, I fear with the modern computer and the hints as to the mountain and cabin, someone may discover our identities through old property records. Please, if you're that smart, be smart enough to keep our identities private and protect my loves from public ridicule. After all, through me they shared with you that which was beautiful. * * * * * I stumbled across this old manuscript in a friend's attic one day and asked him if I could keep it. After perusing it several times I sent it to my editor who with her usual magic made it presentable. I have been torn as to whether the old gentleman wanted it published or not and would appreciate, through votes and comments, your support in my decision to make it public.