3 comments/ 61416 views/ 3 favorites Alright By: phsssst Alright, I'll finally admit it to myself, I can't help myself, I'm over sexed. At forty years of age and with three failed marriages under my belt I have to face the reality that it might be my problem not theirs. I really wish I were more, what my ex spouses would consider, normal, but I'm not. Day and night, I'm always interested, always wanting, needing, and demanding more. The thought of sex continually ignites the embers of passion, which smolder constantly in my body. It pervades me with lasciviousness, hard to control, but I believe I do. Contrary to what one ex spouse would claim, I'm not promiscuous, partly because I fear the diseases which are rampant through our society but partly because I take pride in myself and also know that loving sex is far superior to the run of the mill. I do not hang out in bars or any other types of fleshpot. I have never had a one night stand and all those I have bedded I would gladly do so again including my ex's. So my problem remains one of loving sex too much! Fortunately I have a strong healthy body, muscled where it should be, soft where it should be; large where my partners liked me to be. I have always been complimented and believe I'm one of the lucky few which are far more attractive than most. This of course is no fault of my own but an inheritance from my extremely good-looking parents. I never had to exercise to maintain the beautiful shape I'm in, though I will admit once I turned thirty five I began to run to maintain my tone. I discussed my sexual appetite with my mother one day not long ago to discover I might have inherited my sexuality too. She felt she had been lucky finding my father who was as libidinous as herself, constantly servicing her to her extreme satisfaction. Mom felt maybe I had inherited a double dose of the sexuality from them. So I had to deal with passions, which sometimes overwhelmed me with desire for the taste of a beautiful dewy pussy or the hard penetration of a fine male. The very thought of which forced my pussy to weep it's exudate of love. Nymphomania was a term one ex husband once used but I disagreed not showing the promiscuity such a mania describes. If anything possibly erotomania would be a more pertinent description although some might feel I was splitting hairs. I don't think so taking the pride in myself I previously described allowing only those who I loved to service my salacious emotions. One ex husband felt I loved too many particularly at the same time, but such was my nature and to my credit he admitted he knew before he married me and had enjoyed the extra female in his bed which I had occasionally allowed him, for I would bring home my favorite flavor for him to taste. The latest divorce had shaken my normal confidence and I abandoned my career and friends to return to my roots actually going home to live with my parents, now in their sixties, while I searched for a job, apartment, and more basically new beginnings. True to my mother's comments the activity in their bedroom was nightly and inspired my lubricious nature forcing the continuous use of vibrator, dildo, and fingers as my mother loudly proclaimed her orgasms with ululations, which would put to shame the cries of Middle Eastern women in morning. Finally, one day I confronted her and asked if she were capable of quiet. She looked me straight in the eye and told me she had all the quiet she needed when I was a teenager and they had attempted, effectively I might add, to hide their cardnalism from me. She added I was forty now with three ex husbands and knew full well what went on in a bedroom. Nightly I was subjected to her lecherous howls as I lay in my lonely bed, fingers working my neither lips as my lubricity grew, listening to her shameless moans as she sometimes loved her man far into the night. One night when I could no longer stand the incredible bawdiness of her groans I went to their bedroom with the intention of spying on their erotic activities. When I slowly opened the door, I was startled to find myself looking into her impassioned eyes as she rode my dad facing his feet. My fortune was such that he had requested to watch her sex and bottom as she relieved them of their raunchiness that night. Mother smiled when she saw me so I stepped into the room to watch her ravish my father's body with her mucilaginous pussy. Watching not only fired my quagmiry pussy but caused my saliva to flow as well, as my father with a few well placed squishy thrusts used his staff to make his deposit into her eliciting the usual ululations of love. My impassioned body was on fire as I stripped my nightgown over my head. My nipples ached from their over engorgement as I strode across the room forcefully pushed my mother off her perch onto her back beside my dad exposing her oozy hairy pussy to my lustful gaze. I believe my tongue had already parted my lips as they made contact with her liquescent sex intoxicating me with their commingled fluids as I stove with protruding tongue to lap their liquor from my mother's body. My mother's hands held me tight as she drove her sex into my waiting mouth with increasing undulations of her body and further ululations sounded into the night. My father, apparently not to be out done, soon had his tongue deep in my own pussy tasting for the first time his daughters nectar, as I was tasting his, sucking it from my mother's sex. It turned into a wonderful night of loving and I was surprised at my dad's ability to recover at his age. Soon he was pubic bone deep in me as my mom watched and finally reached between us to play with my clit firing my humping hips to even greater speeds as my sex swallowed my dad deep inside of me bringing out a depraved wantonness even I didn't know existed. I loved the depravity of making love to my father's probing shaft as my boobs bounce in time to his thrusts under the salacious eyes of my mother. They both inflamed me with the debauchery of their actions causing copious amounts of my fluids to spill onto the bed. My desired desecration complete as his spew filled me with his corrupting fluids. My pussy sang with desire as now my mother's degenerate mouth debased me further with the obscenity of her act sucking me dry. It was glorious arousing corrupting sex so shamelessly indecent it satiated for a moment my ruttish, unvirtuous, horniness. I had fallen into the depths of depravity and knew I would now consciously look for the sexual acts, which would grossly offend most of society but satisfied me to my sexual core. Although my parents continued to allow me to live with them, satisfying nightly my libidinousness desires as well as their own, I felt that I had to establish my own space in this small community. Soon I found several part time jobs as a photographer my credentials being from a major eastern magazine. Both the local newspaper and advertising agency had use of my services and with money coming in I looked for a place of my own. An old friend represented, much to my surprise, the local real estate agency. We had been inseparable until I had moved away to the big city. Sylvia was a beautiful woman and I knew from experience one with strong sexual desires. They were nothing like my own but strong enough so she had enjoyed my ministrations when we were young, giving as good as she got. My pussy promptly wet the gusset of my panties while I thought of those forgotten times. She was married now and I knew immediately who; having watched them frolic when they were young. I had never told Sylvia that her now husband Brad had approached me first and I had enjoyed his hardness a number of times before realizing he was one of those men who loved receiving oral sex but was loathe to give it. I have never understood why some men find the juices of a loving woman distasteful, but he was one of them and I had soon dropped him in favor of a man more suitable to my sexuality. I wondered if Sylvia still enjoyed a good tongue-lashing or if she received any at all. She filled me in with news of Brad's business success and their family, as with shock I understood she now had children that were twenty and eighteen. I suffered a moment of jealousy before accepting that my lascivious nature would never have allowed the time or the freedom to raise children of my own. I was simply too busy looking after my own needs. Hence, the possible reason for the failed marriages. We gossiped continually as we hunted for an apartment that would suit me. I narrowed the field considerable requiring a large living area with fireplace as well as a huge bedroom where I could locate my king sized bed. Sylvia talked about all our old high school acquaintances as we looked filling me in particularly on sexual peccadilloes which had been committed by those we mutually knew. Finally late in the afternoon we found a semi penthouse that would stretch my budget, but satisfied my sense of home with large spacious bedroom and a living room which not only had a gas fireplace but a wall of glass that gave a magnificent view of the small city below. It was the kind of place that I could turn into the love nest that I envisioned. By way of celebration, I took Sylvia for dinner that night and we talked about old times as I ordered bottle after bottle of our favorite wine. Soon we were both loose tongued so I dared to bring up the subject of our old sexuality and found that she remembered it with fondness. I could see the lust growing in her eyes as I told her how much I had enjoyed those times. I asked how her sex life was now and with alcohol-induced freedom she told me it was boring and all Brad ever seemed to want to do was have his sex orally satisfied. Not that she minded, but it would be nice if he were to return the favor. Brad was up to his old tricks. Emboldened by her obvious needs I suggested that maybe once again we could enjoy the sensations of mutually wet tongues. She informed me she could not as she was married but the momentary shiver of lust that pervaded her body told me otherwise and I vowed that night to once again seduce her with my tongue. As the weeks passed mom and dad kept me constantly aroused and feed my appetite for sexual depravity with their sexual attention. They would often have sex in front of me; dad filling mom's loving pussy before she would straddle me facing south so she could hold my legs wide and high allowing father complete access to my delights. My pussy streaming against father's tongue as mother leaked their commingled mix into my awaiting mouth before sliding her pussy over my face to send herself on another orgasmic trip. Normally this would cause my own multi orgasmic seizures my body quaking against my parents. Although they assured me I could come back at any time I did want new beginnings and thought of Sylvia as possession date of the apartment drew near. I could think of no better way of breaking in my new love nest than to have a taste of Sylvia's nectar. We had been seeing each other regularly for coffee and the occasional few bottles of wine in the evening when Brad was out of town on business. I told Sylvia I wanted to have a house warming party with just the two of us some evening and she agreed picking a Monday when Brad was going to be away. Once I had my furniture in place and those touches added that made it feel like mine I started to look forward to the Monday. I stocked the apartment with a considerable number of bottles of our favorite wine and phoned her to suggest that she stay the night because I planned that we do some serious drinking. She arranged it with her children and arrived looking very nice in an uplifting bra and semi transparent blouse. Her skirt was short, coming to just above the knee. It showed off her beautiful legs. I had also paid some attention to my dress wearing for her viewing pleasure a mini skirt that I knew would show off my thighs with the elastic stockings that required no garter belt so that I could flash my milky white inner thighs at her. I had selected my tiniest thong so she would have momentary glimpses of only a slightly hidden pussy. In addition, I was braless allowing my large pendulous breasts to roam freely adding a sexuality that I knew she liked as every motion animated them. To begin with I sat across from her as we talked, refilling our glasses frequently. Sylvia soon began to talk of the sexual exploits of our mutual acquaintances as I made mental notes for the future. I would often allow a glimpse up my skirt as I refilled glasses and was pleased to note lewdness in her manner. As she became more loquacious, I moved to sit beside her on the couch making sure our thighs were in contact with each other's. Laughing with her as I slid an arm over her shoulders and touched the curvature of her breast, which sent, tingles directly to my pussy. She moved away from me slightly but made no comment. So a few minutes later I again touched her breast this time grasping it gently in the palm of my hand with one finger circling her nipple watching it erect under the thin fabric of her bra. Sylvia sighed, but this time leaned into me accepting the cupping hand. Now I knew if I was careful and didn't spook her I was once again going to taste her sweet nectar. As the one hand continued to fondle her breast, the other shaking slightly undid the first then the second button of her blouse. My mouth was dry, I could hear the speed of her breathing increase as a third and fourth button gave way allowing me to draw apart the opening of her blouse so now each hand cupped a bra-incased breast. I could feel her rock hard nipples and longed to take them in my mouth. Gently I fondled and rubbed arousing her further as the speed of her breathing increased yet again. Finally, I dipped one hand into her bra and carefully lifted the beautiful orb from its silken case exposing it to my sight. With heavy sighs Sylvia's hand dropped into my lap just below the hem of my skirt, which had ridden up to such an extent that her hand was on my bare inner thigh, her little finger possibly a half inch below my pussy. That same finger began to make little circling motions bringing it against some of my pubic hair enticing me to do more. My mouth descended onto her waiting nipple sucking it onto the liquid warmth of my mouth, sending lovely messages to my pussy and hopefully hers. After several minutes of fondling and sucking both beautiful orbs, I felt it was time to further my advances and taking her hand helped her to her feet. I slipped the blouse off her shoulders and slide the straps of her bra down her arms before undoing the clasp that held the cups together in front. When she dropped her arms, the bra dropped to the floor. There she was stripped to the waist her aroused nipples peaked by their surrounding areolas which were at least the size of silver dollars sexually opulent. I stripped my own blouse from my body exposing the heavy pendulous flesh that I remembered she had enjoyed so much in her youth often falling asleep using them as a pillow sometimes sucking on one of them. I took her in my arms one hand grasping her rounded derrière as I kissed her my tongue entwining with hers. Her saliva sweet to my taste, but I was after that which was sweeter still. Our breasts mashed together adding to our arousal. My hand left her bottom end to undo the button of her skirt. Then down with the zipper allowing her skirt to fall away revealing thong panties, thigh high stockings, and a garter belt. I removed my own skirt leaving only my thong and stockings. I could see the interest as her gaze traveled my body taking in the broad hips and pubic triangle only slightly covered by my tiny thong. It was obvious that Sylvia remembered with pleasure the times we had as teens but now looked forward to my fuller more womanly body. She surprised me by leading the way to the bedroom stopping to admire the expanse of my bed. I came up behind her and grasped a breast as my lips kissed her about her neck and shoulders bringing shivers of arousal as my other hand slowly slid down her abdomen under her thong and took possession of her hot wet pussy lips, splitting them with my fingers, rubbing her nubbin of love. With a few twirls, I had her fully aroused and ready for my tasting. Gently I turned her around and pushed her back onto the bed her bottom at the edge. Kneeling before her my hands, with a lustful tremor, undid the clips that held up her stockings, she elevated her beautiful tush as I pulled her thong away revealing her dewy pussy lightly dusted with her pubic hair. Her scent wafted in the air redolent with the promise of sexual desire further inflaming my own strong smelling response. With thong thrown behind me my mouth descended tasting her dew for the first time in twenty one years. Her taste was stronger than I remembered but not quite as creamy. As I drank from her fountain of juices, I realized I was bringing her to orgasm too quickly, she being one who enjoyed a good teasing. I licked her hairy outer lips then her milky inner thighs staying away from the nectar I loved so much. I enjoyed the ineffectual humps of her pussy as she strove for more contact. Finally her own fingers split her lips and began a rapid almost vibrating like motion. I held her hand and motioned her to move up on the bed while I removed my thong further enhancing the scents that pervaded the already odoriferous room. As soon as she centered on the bed, I straddled her face bringing my own pussy to bear on her lips and tongue as I once again delved into her fountain of nectar lapping at her sweetness. Oh how I enjoyed the honey of a fully aroused woman. Its taste, texture, and feel sent messages to my own pussy to produce its own mucilaginous spend that Sylvia in turn ingested. Soon the tension of arousal became so great that orgasm was pending for us both. With final licks and finger probes, we both wailed our enjoyment, the songs of passion melding as we came. Fortunately, unlike men, for Sylvia and I it was just the beginning of a night of passion as I descended into the depths of depravity. Sylvia and I became lovers, each unable to get enough of each other, intoxicated by our mutual lasciviousness, and to our friend's amusement seemed to have regained the inseparable friendship of our youth. Little did they know, all I dreamed of for weeks was of the taste of her nectar, while she counted the minutes to the next tongue lashing which I so lovingly would bestow. Soon I was a fixture in their household getting to know her two good-looking children. Matt, was a dark, tall, blue eyed, twenty years old while his sister Sue was a curvaceous, sexy, blue-eyed blond, eighteen years of age. She reminded me of her mother and I remembered the creaminess of Sylvia in her youth wondering if Sue's exudate was like her mother's at that age. I became extremely friendly with both children, as Matt would follow my body with his eyes while his sister behaved as though she were jealous. My suspicions were awakened but I kept my own consul waiting for and opportune moment to confirm my growing interest in the goings on between these two siblings. One night I invited Sue for a drink at my new digs, pressing her with more alcohol hoping she like her mother would become more loquacious as the alcohol mellowed her. Why is it, the state in its wisdom allows teens to be sent to war or the gas chamber, allows them to drive at sixteen but will not allow them alcohol till there twenty one? Maybe it's because of people like me who will try to take advantage of them. Any ways I told her, her brother had told me they were making love and asked her if she were frightened of becoming pregnant. She replied without thinking she was on the pill and wasn't worried about their fooling around. She began to blush, as she understood what she had revealed. Got you I thought to my self as my mind thought of her pussy thrusting against my lips as I drank from her fountain of love. Sue would be more difficult than her mother to woo to my bed having already enjoyed the wonderful hardness of a male. But now I was determined to have her and her brother as well for that matter. Alright I assured her I would tell no one and she was safe with me as I took her in my arms and consoled her fears. Soon I attempted to kiss her but when the kiss became one of a lover's she resisted. I already in my usual state of heavy arousal would not be denied and told her if she were to share her confidences with me she would share my desires for her. I told her I wanted to see her beautiful body and with trepidation, she slowly revealed it to me. Finally off came the thong and the thick blonde muff came into sight. Without removing a stitch of my own clothing I led her to my bedroom, placed her on the edge of the bed, and spread her legs revealing her white inner thighs and the pussy I was so intoxicated with. I went to my knees and with one long lick went from her bum hole to her clit. Sue was dry but tasty and with the manipulations, which I planed, I knew she would soon be wet. I worked her inner thighs with small kisses, blowing on the lips of her sex with warm breath, and gave little licks where leg meet crotch teasing her pussy unmercifully. Soon I noticed moisture forming on her inner lips but with excellent will power on my part reframed from tasting. I continued my manipulations watching for that first twitch of muscle, which would tell me if my tantalizing was being successful. Her will power was also excellent and I must have spent quite awhile before her stomach muscles lifted her pussy slightly for further attention. I ignored the first attempt but brought my mouth closer to her pussy kissing her hairy outer lips occasionally as I continued my ministrations around her pubic mound now smelling the scent of her arousal. The stomach muscles had started an almost continuous small humping motion telling me she would like further attention from the successful female tongue, which had aroused her. I stood denying her desire as I stripped my body preparing it for her further enravishment while she watched through eyes now more interested in seeing what I had to offer. My boobs pendulous with weight as well as age swung free of the confining bra jiggling and dangling, their nipples engorged and erect, as I bent to remove my panties exposing my own inflamed swollen pussy redolent with the scent of my impassioned emissions. I returned to my explorations licking aside her hair to further expose my goal, which now had tiny droplets clinging to her lips. Her mound pushed forward to allow those lips to be laved. I was not yet ready to give into her desires telling her I too needed attention. Soon she was on top of me in the classic sixty-nine position that I loved, her bush inches from my lips. Sue on the other hand was not so keen examining my own pussy with some distaste. I knew my scent was strong and took a little getting use to, but I was sure her sexual inclinations would soon overcome her reluctance. Once again, I began to tease running my tongue lightly over her thighs and mound still not touching her inner lips anticipating her creamy flavor waiting for her to signal she was ready. It soon came with a heave of her hips, which forced her pussy onto my waiting tongue, and as I tasted her creamy emissions, I felt the tentative tip of a tongue touch my clit. As her humping became stronger so did her licking. I was soon in heaven enjoying a fine tongue as my own searched out her crevices for the little pools of creamy mucus she now produced in copious amounts. Her bum thrusting her pussy hard against my lips. I reached for her ripe young boobs pinching her nipples as her tongue induced by her impending orgasm probed deeply into my sexual slough. Sue's impassioned nature had easily overcome her reticence and now she acquired the taste for a fully aroused female sucking my juices from my body as her orgasm washed over her closely followed by my own. She told me she hadn't known that female to female orgasms could be so intense and I assured her they were no different than any other. I asked if she would like to continue our relationship now she had sampled my own exudate and received a most enthusiastic reply. I then pointed out that now she and her brother had a place to make love without fear as my own plans for their young bodies lead me further into the depths of depravity. As agreed, Sue arrived at my apartment the next afternoon with her brother Matt in tow. I sat them down to explain what I had in mind telling them I was a sexual being with wants and desires similar to their own. If their were to have the freedom to have sex any time they wanted here there was a price to pay. It was to allow me to watch and play with them. I agreed to allow them to have sex first each time before I frolicked with them. The terms agreed to and the fun began. The two of them were natural exhibitionists and Matt soon had his sister turned facing me a he slid his hand in under her slacks and panties rubbing her pussy causing her to move with a salacious humping motion, which included rubbing her bottom against his growing erection. Once his sister's motion established its self, he began to undo her blouse exposing her lacy bra to my view. To be honest I had been so interested in her source of nectar the other day I had not paid much attention to her womanly flesh but now it was being slowly exposed I saw her roundness filled the bra nicely and looked forward to seeing more. They were obviously nothing like my own overgenerous mammalian development but nevertheless attractive. Soon he had her stripped to the waist as her lower regions continued their lascivious grind against his now hardened shaft. The areolas he began to play with were the size of silver dollars and pushed out her fat succulent nipples, which she had certainly inherited from her mother. This attracted me to her even further because a large breast, I guess because of the size of my own, doesn't attract me overly much, but a full opulent nipple gets me every time. Matt began to pinch and play pulling on them lifting her breast by nipple alone. It added a suggestiveness, which fired my smutty imagination as he tortured her nipple flesh little knowing my pussy, wept at the sight. I wondered if they could smell my arousal because I had purposely not worn under ware beneath my skirt and now my juices flowed. Sue turned now rubbing her pubes against his, taking his shirt off and scraping those nipples over his naked chest, as his hands slide her slacks to her ankles before removing them completely. The rounded derrière he exposed was soon gripped in his strong hands, only the string of a tiny thong impeded him as one finger probed her bottom hole rubbing it gently. While he probed she undid his belt allowing his pants to fall and reached into his shorts to grip his manhood stroking gently. They soon were naked to my gaze and Matt turned her again to face me stepping close behind her to display her wares to me. I could see the tip of his shaft peeking at me from between her legs as his finger split her hairy pussy lips before inserting itself deep in her honey pot while his other hand again played with a nipple pulling and pinching. His finger left her pussy and he sucked it into his mouth knowing how much I liked the taste of pussy, having been told by his sister, teasing me with his actions. Not to be out done I grabbed a chair and placed it close to the bed for easy viewing and motioned they should get on with it as I sat waiting, blatantly waiting, for some action. They did not keep me waiting long as Matt picked her up and threw her onto the bed following close behind her. Sue on her back spread wide inviting him with her legs to enter her. I think their show for me had inflamed them because he rammed into her with such enthusiasm their tummies slapped. Her response was the instant humping of love, making sure her hole was well filled. He glanced at me to see if I was enjoying myself and by way of answer I flipped up my skirt and slid an eager finger into myself fingering in time to their motion. As he watched I tasted myself several times paying him back for the teasing I had to endure. He told me not to bring myself off for he wanted to do it for himself once he was through with his current endeavors. I was more than happy to oblige and slowed my finger to a gentle stroke which kept me on a low simmer, nicely juiced waiting for their attention which would not be long forth coming at the rate they were going. Soon Sue was singing the song of orgasm as she shivered out her climax on his impaling shaft her moans attesting to the rapture of their mating. He spewed his orgasm into her awaiting pussy filling her with cum. When he withdrew from her I was able to see the mixture they had churned start to spill from her reddened lips. Loathe to waste a drop I stood, grabbed a leg pulling her to the edge of the bed so I could go to my knees and suckle on her inner lips greedily drinking their incestuous goop. Matt as previously promised wormed his way between my legs, flat on his back on the floor looking up into my dripping sex. He inserted his tongue and began to honor his commitment to bring me off as I continued to enjoy the brother and sister elixir. His tongue soon had me rotating my pussy on his face as my lustiness built. With pussy muffled cries I announced my own orgasm spending into his awaiting mouth my tongue deep in his sister. Although my father had been servicing the deeper reaches of my pussy since I had moved to the apartment I was only getting the occasional male penetration when I visited my parents consequently I was more than happy to see Matt's lizard of love once again begin to rear its head stiffening as I climaxed on his tongue. I was greedy though and insisted I needed both of them at once. The end result was my lying on my back in the center of the bed. Sue straddled my face facing her brother, leaking juice into my mouth, while he placed my heels under her armpits bringing my bottom high off the bed deliciously exposing both orifices to his attention. Matt knelt in front of my holes placing my bum on his thighs so I was further elevated allowing him access while giving me a wonderful sense of vulnerability. He gave himself several hardening strokes before he placed the tip of his pole against my sodden pussy mouth teasing me with tiny pushes, which did not even split the lips of my sex. Then with a tremendous shove I was full. I had not been that full for a long time and I could feel my sex stretch and balloon to accommodate his magnificent hardness. I wiggled my bum to signal he should begin his strokes but he ignored me kissing his sister instead and playing with her fat nipples while he teased me. I was so horny I was ready to scream when the first sensational thrust fired my lubricous pussy and my tongue gamboled in Sue's hot humid hole telling her how much I was enjoying myself. Sue returned the favor grabbing my mammary glands yanking on the nipples and generally arousing me further with her rough play. Matt's thrust after thrust sent sensations of desire, lust, and the greed for more coursing through my body. My cardnalism at its peak demanding deeper and deeper penetration as my bum forced my pussy down his shaft seeking total completion. The absolute orgasm that would quench once and for all my animalistic lecherousness. It was not to be, but it was a wonderful orgasm, which pervaded my body with sensations of lascivious satiety. His spew was the finishing touch bringing momentary gratification to my ever seeking pussy. Sue's pussy was still searching for it own satisfaction, so I danced my tongue on her clit while her brother sucked her nipples and areoles hard and deep into his mouth. Her honey pot ground on my face as she enjoyed her own coming sending tasty liquids to began a new arousal within me. It was late in the day so I sent them on their way not wanting Sylvia to find out that not only was I seducing her but I was debauching her children as well. Unfortunately, I was left in a state of semi arousal by Sue's tasty mucus so naturally I phoned my mother. I told her I was hoping she and dad could come over and see my place warming it a little, if they felt so inclined. Mom laughed telling me dad had been so inclined for days and they'd be right over. The way she spoke assured me dad wasn't the only one who was interested in a night of loving. They arrived and with appropriate ooh's and ah's admired my new digs, but mom on seeing my king size bed promptly striped me discovering I was only wearing skirt and blouse. She still fully clothed had me straddle her face on the bed and sucked at my juices while dad took her slacks and panties off to do the same for her. There we were the two women being well tongued when suddenly mom stopped and sniffed my crotch. She told dad to make love to me as she slid out from under and lay by my side as dad pushed me onto my back and penetrated me, refilling my sex with the hardness I loved. Mom watched as my hips heaved my orifice up his shaft and when she knew I was in a high state of arousal sent her hand between our bodies to finger my clit. Far too soon I was on the precipice of orgasm when she told my dad to withdraw leaving me empty and wanting, my hips dry humping the air as I sought the now much needed orgasm. "Alright" she asked, "who are you getting your nooky from?" her finger touching my clit just enough to maintain me on the edge she had so artfully created. She knew my salacious body would not allow me to maintain secrets from her while it craved its release from the sexual tension she had created. "I tasted semen and I want to know where you got it and who's gotten into you." I soon confessed all as I grunted and humped till she allowed my dad to complete that which she had started. "You mean the tall good looking blue eyed boy?" she asked. "I wouldn't mind a run at him if dad would allow." Dad replied he wouldn't mind at all if he got a chance at his sister. My mother allowed dad and I to play as I could see plans formulating in her mind. If my mother had her way I would soon be falling further into the depths of depravity. Sylvia arrived at the apartment at noon the following day with news that had in some way excited her. She wouldn't tell me until she had lunch which these days consisted of my juices intermixed with the occasional pubic hair. I frequently greeted her at the door stripped from the waist down so she could eat first and talk later. She always wore a skirt often without under ware so she could bunch it up around her waist and immediately sixty-nine with me sucking her nutrition from my pussy. Sylvia often joked that she should be losing weight but then decided it was too rich a meal. I loved her zeal and helped in every way I could to bring her to orgasm several times, as our lunch progressed. It was not altruistic on my part. I enjoyed her manipulating tongue, which sent my hips heaving completely beyond my conscious control bringing ecstasy to my steamy puss. My own love of her exudate completed my rapture. We saved full body nudity for our occasional evening sessions when Brad was out of town and we had the time to love each other. This day however she had news. Her brother David was getting a divorce. This was the exciting news I asked? No, but he's moving into a penthouse down the hall, it will give me reason to be in this building more frequently. I heard this news with mixed emotions not wanting Sylvia to just pop in especially when I was entertaining her children. I told her that she always had to phone first because I quite honestly had other lovers. She laughed and said she knew that, but I had renewed her sex life. She explained that Brad was a much happier man these days for she was blowing him almost nightly because I was satisfying her pussy during the day. He even condescended to have normal sex with her on occasion particularly if she bribed him with a blow job afterward not bothering to tell him she enjoyed the taste of herself on his hard on. His limited sexual imagination was unable to handle such a thought. As I mulled this news over in my mind I grew to like it too. It meant the kids would also have an excuse to be in the building and besides who knew a single male as a neighbor could be interesting. Especially one that was just freshly separated from his wife. A few days later, I was hurrying home so I wouldn't be late for the kids when a tall blue eyed man passed me in the hall. "David?" I asked. "And who might you be?" He replied. I explained that I was a close friend of his sister's. "Oh you must be Veronica" he exclaimed, "Sylvia told me to be on the look out for you." I found myself enthralled by this tall dark man. He was in no way handsome but there was a rugged maleness about him I found attractive along with silvered temples and a deportment that distinguished him from other men. He was looking straight at my breasts a move not unusual to the male species. I again thanked the fates for endowing me with such large ones which from past experience I knew gave me a certain type of power over men. I straightened my shoulders flaunting my attributes hoping to attract. He told me he would like to have me in for coffee but he was expecting his children so it would have to be another time. I told him I would be more than happy to accept a rain check not bothering to tell him that I was tied up with his niece and nephew for the afternoon. With polite goodbyes we parted company. There was a tingle in my lower regions I guess I was already anticipating Matt. Sylvia's children arrived ready for a steady diet of loving and sex. Sue's skin was already flushed in anticipation of her brother's advances. I suspected they had already been feeling each other up in the elevator because there was a scent of Sue's arousal in the room and Matt could not disguise the large projection in his pants. With giggles and laughter, they rushed to my bedroom and were half undressed before I got there. Now that we were familiar with each other, there was none of the teasing of the first encounter. They were too hot and ready for each other to be bashful about their need and the exhibitionist in them simply added to the sexual fire as I sat to watch them. Matt still in his jockeys pulled his sister's tank top over her head, her breasts jouncing as the material pulled on them and threw it to the floor. Then he picked her up by her bum her legs going around him above his hips as she humped her pussy through the thin material of her panties against his abdomen, her breasts mashed against his chest, her arms holding him tightly to her. He bore her to the bed leaning over to allow her to drop onto the bed, but she wouldn't let go and he found himself bent over at the waist kissing her as she laid on her back her pussy still franticly rubbing against him. His face traveled to her breasts as his hands traveled to remove her panties from her gyrating hips. Sue's legs let go of his waist as she allowed her panties to be slid off. His mouth then traversed lower as she released him spreading her legs, lifting them until her knees were along side her shoulders, Sue's mound now fully exposed to his lips and probing tongue. I could see that she was wet with desire. Her hands reached between her legs going to his head guiding him to her center. I watched her face fill with lust and her sex renew its humping as his tongue found her grotto licking the honey that she so copiously produced. Soon it wasn't enough and he stood removing his shorts before they assumed the classic sixty nine position, she on top, so she could coat his shaft with her salvia as she stroked and sucked, her pussy grinding against his face. His hands sometimes helping her bum gyrate other times groping her breasts as they sought their orgasms. My own hands were busy, one lifting a fleshy boob out of its silk encasement to tease nipple while the other slipped beneath my panties to fill my hole. It was already a slough of mucilaginous emissions allowing easy penetration as I began to ignite my own emotional fires in anticipation of the children's attentions. Sue's usual mixture of moans and groans announcing her approach to orgasm were somewhat garbled by the head of her brother's member. He in turn grunted with each bob of her head up and down his shaft. Their climatic noises strangely changed by the close proximity of their bodies to mouths. Matt's climax was so forceful his initial spurt over flowed Sue's mouth leaving semi transparent whiteness on her lips and chin while she swallowed with gusto his remaining ejaculate as her body was seized with its own orgasmic finish. Alright Sue then bounced off the bed and came to kiss me smearing her brother's cum over my own lips; her tongue transferred her brother's taste. This was not a mean spirited act. She had learned that I loved the taste of fresh male and she lovingly shared her treasure. Then the two of them stripped my body preparing me for their onslaught. Matt's fingers were soon in my pussy checking it out and when his fingers entered his mouth I knew the greedy boy had simply stolen an advanced taste of my lubricity. They soon had me on the bed, spread eagled to allow them total access to my now dripping hole. Both fingered and tasted bringing out my lecherous emotions and I grasped the current head, holding it tight against my heaving pussy allowing the probing tongue to inflame my passion. I discovered I had Sue's head between my hands when I found Matt's shaft stiff and hard in front of my face, waiting for me to engulf his rod into my hot wet mouth. I was soon stroking his rod while his sister stroked my clit and with great frustration, I came too soon, my orgasm overwhelming me before I had a chance to control it. I groaned my ecstasy around Matt's organ and before I knew it they abandoned me for a quickie. Rutting on the bed like two dogs in heat achieving a second orgasm in moments. I guess my own efforts on their behalf had a least aroused them. The time they had between school and supper wasn't long enough and as they dressed I told them about meeting their uncle in the hallway and the fact he was meeting his children this afternoon. Sue immediately enthused about his nineteen year old son, but Matt was less than enthusiastic about his twenty three year old daughter. He felt that his cousin was a bit of a stuck up bitch. I wondered why as I sent them out the door. I found that although the through tonguing had been enjoyable it hadn't even begun to satisfy my more basic needs of a warm staff straightening my folds. Since I had called on my parents for and emergency screwing a few nights ago I didn't want to again tonight. Besides I was annoyed at my mother for the manipulations to get me to talk. I also knew her nefarious mind was working on some plan that would allow them Matt and Sue's sweet young bodies. After much pacing and a touch of finger in my folds, I realized that I needed a through screwing. I knew there was a man perfectly capable of helping me out so praying that his children had left I phoned David. "David, its Veronica from down the hall, you know, Sylvia's friend. I was hoping, if your children have left of course, that you might like to join me in a glass of wine." David's deep baritone voice sent shivers down my spine as he replied, "Veronica that's the best offer I've had all day. I'll be right over." "Great," I said, "but please give me a few moments to straighten up around here, say about ten minutes." With the usual goodbyes, I hung up and rushed to my bedroom to try to find an outfit that was both provocative and demure. Who was I kidding I wanted to be laid. I went for provocative forgetting all about demure. I stripped quickly and jumped into what I considered to be my sexiest thong, wrapped a mini skirt around my hips, agonized over a bra and finally did without, choosing a shirt that I tied at the waist showing lots of cleavage and a fair amount of abdomen. I hardly had time to freshen my lipstick when a knock came at the door. Naturally, I waited not wanting to appear too anxious before I opened the door. There he stood there with a bottle of wine in his hand, which he extended out to me. I thanked him for it and invited him in. The rugged maleness that I had noticed that afternoon seemed to be reinforced by my horniness. His eyes traversed my body once again coming to a halt at my chest level, admiring my well-developed flesh. He was frank in his admiration not attempting to hid the fact he was checking me out. He followed me to the kitchen and I handed him a corkscrew. In moments, we were sipping on a glass of wine. I lead him into the living room, taking the wine bottle with me. An hour past and the alcohol worked its magic; I became more inquisitive about his recent divorce. He, because of the numerous glasses became more forth coming. He told me that they weren't physically compatible. I was not sure what he meant by that and he explained that she was quite short about five foot one to his six two and their sizes were different. I was still unsure what that meant or why it should make a difference. As we talked the knot in my shirt loosened allowing more cleavage to be seen, but even better allowing my heavy breasts to swing and sway inside the shirt. I wanted to get laid so I allowed the show to continue hoping to entice. I surreptitiously watched his crotch as I continued to display of my large mammary flesh. With my usual success, growth soon became apparent down his leg under his pants. I moved my body so that my teats swayed and I saw further growth. I leaned forward for a better view allowing my breasts to swing and sway. I was one of those females for whom the term knockers had been coined. His growth exceeded my wildest expectations. We must have been a ridiculous sight, my staring at his crotch, he staring at my teats. Suddenly we both recognized what we were doing and stood together. I rushed into his arms kissing him with ardor as my arm snaked around his neck pulling my body tight against him. He fondled my buttocks and then gripped each globe hard as I brought my legs up around his hips, my ankles locked behind his back. My pussy weeping, wet, and juicy stroked against his abdomen and I wished his cock was against his belly instead of down his leg. He groaned out a question into my mouth and I had to remove my tongue so he could speak. "Where's your bedroom?" He asked. I simply pointed as I shoved my tongue back into his mouth. Oh, I wanted that cock. I undid the knot in my shirt as he carried me down the hall. Then tore his shirt open, listening to the buttons click as they rained against walls and floor, before mashing my teats against his hairy chest. My nipples so hard they ached. I could feel my lust pool deep in my loins needing what I had seen in his pants. He dropped me on the bed and immediately reached for his belt undoing it quickly. Not to be out done, I was frantically pulling my skirt off leaving me in my open shirt and a tiny thong, which I pulled away from my crotch. As he removed his pants, he exposed the tip of his rod that extended below the leg of his boxer shorts. I began to finger my slit making sure my cunt was extra creamy. I knew I was going to need it. He slid his shorts down showing me for the first time why his wife had divorced him. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen, and as you might surmise, I had seen a few. No this wasn't any twelve-inch cunt- rupturer that I had read about on the internet, but it was big. Big enough to be rare. Few women would ever be lucky enough to run across such a monster and I knew I would need all my resources and experience. "Wow," I exclaimed not knowing really what to say," I really want some of that but we're going to have to be careful to begin with." "Am I too big for you?" he questioned as the disappointment grew in his face. "I don't know," I replied, "but we're sure going to have fun finding out." A smile broke on his face as he reached for my panties drawing them over my lifting bottom and down my legs, before throwing them to the floor. I spread my legs wide preparing my waiting snatch for the onslaught. "Be gentle with me," I cried like a blushing virgin rather than a three-time divorcee with lots of extra experience. He kissed my teats further warming my pussy, and then his cock tip probed at my outer lips, the bulbous head spreading the raggedy folds. I reached for him to center him and felt the size of him for the first time. I just didn't know if I could handle him, but I sure hoped I could. He slipped the first few inches in. It was tight and stretched me in a most pleasurable way filling me like I had never been filled before. I gave a few tiny thrust signaling I was prepared for more. More inches slid into me until I felt him against my cervix. He pushed a little more and I felt a funny pain, I had never felt before. "It's not going to work this way," I groaned. "Let me get on top of you." He withdrew from me leaving me with an empty feeling I had not experienced before. We quickly switched positions and I straddled him, my cunt weeping its need. I wanted this cock like no other before and I was determined to take him into my depths. As he fondled my teats I inched my sheath down his magnificent shaft until once again I felt the strange pain, but this time I tried to ignore it and began the up and down movement of a good fuck. Unfortunately, when I looked down I realized there was at least half an inch of his shaft that I still had not accommodated. I continued the motion and slowly my body began to accomplish what I was determined to do. The sheath stretched and ballooned to take all of him into me. With a few more strokes, I confirmed that I was now able to handle the wonderful length. Once again, I felt his cock with draw, as I rolled over onto my back, leaving that strange sensation of emptiness I had never felt before. I begged him to take me missionary style. This time I was able to handle his deep incursion into my needy cunt and I thrust back. "Oh Veronica," he groaned, "You've taken all of me and make me feel if you want more. It's the first time in my life I have been able to make love like this. He drew back and back and then thrust forward sliding his length along my clit. I knew it was all in my imagination, I had plenty of smaller pricks serve me well, but oh, it felt wonderful. I egged him on! "Oh screw me David," I yelled. I adjusted my acquiescent thighs forming a saddle for his hips. "That's it screw me," I begged, "Fill my horny cunt with that monster." I found myself uncontrollably thrusting under him, frantic in my need, seeking my orgasmic completion. Seeking that which I instinctively knew would never be a cessation of my constant horniness, an end to my constant need. My being seemed to coalesce in my loins as his thrusting increased in vigor. Suddenly my cunt fired filling my thighs and belly with convulsion after convulsion of orgasmic bliss, my body racked with tremors. David began to slow, "Not yet," I cried, humping and heaving around his huge cock. A secondary wave washed through my loins as uncontrolled spastic tremors racked me repeatedly. It was the finest multi-orgasmic experience of my life, and for a moment my body was completely satiated for the very first time since the onset of puberty. A moment of rest, in a lifetime of need. I had finally found my man.