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And Sis Makes 3

By: Sir_Erotica



I'm sure it was the two glasses of wine we'd just had that loosened Julie, my sister up enough to embark on the conversation neither of us will ever forget. It was Friday afternoon and Steve was due home anytime. His sister was staying with us while looking for an apartment. She had just left her husband.

"Please tell me my baby brother knows how to use that horse cock of his. I had a couple of big ones when I was in college... not as big as Steve of course, but neither of those guys could last long enough to do much for me. In fact, one of them couldn't even keep it up long enough to change positions."

I couldn't believe it when I heard myself say, "Well, fortunately, your brother doesn't have either of those problems. He does just fine in that department."

"Oh really? Do tell."

I felt my face grow flush. "Uh, that's a bit more than I feel comfortable discussing with someone... especially his sister."

"Oh c'mon. It's just between us girls. I won't repeat anything to anyone. I promise. My lips are sealed." And she made a zipping motion over her lips.

I thought about it for a minute before deciding that sharing a little couldn't hurt anything. "Well, if you really want to know, a friend of his gave him some Viagra to try last year, and he's been using it ever since. I told him he didn't need it—that he satisfied me just fine without it, but I must confess, once we tried it, we were hooked. He's been an animal in the sack ever since. That stuff is amazing."

"Viagra!" she almost shouted, her hand flying to her chest. He's 29. Surely he doesn't need-"

"He doesn't need it." I defended my husband. "But holy shit! After taking it, he lasts even longer, and just needs a few minutes to be ready again. He can literally go all night, and his... penis gets so hard I sometimes worry that it will burst."

"Oh my gawd! I saw it hard once when I walked in on him while he was jacking off. That was back when he was still a teenager. He covered it up quickly, but I got a great look at it. I can only imagine what he'd be like after taking Viagra. I'd probably cum just from looking at it."

Thankfully our conversation was interrupted when her phone rang, but it didn't last long. Then right out of the blue, Julie asked me "Okay, so my baby brother can keep that monster cock of his up long enough to take care of business, but how is he in other areas?"

"What... what other areas?" I asked, blushing again.

"You know. Is he a good lover, or does he just climb on, fuck, and then roll over and go to sleep? Is he any good at foreplay? Does he know how to use his tongue? Shit, girl! How is he at eating pussy?"

I was shocked at both her language and her questions. "I... well... I'm not sure how to-"

"Deb, he's good at it or he's not. Which is it?"

"I... I don't know."

"You don't know? How can you not know?"

I was almost a virgin when we got married. My one previous experience with sex consisted of 10 minutes in the backseat of Randy Boyle's car, and that wasn't even worth remembering. "We don't... you know—do that stuff."

Julie's jaw dropped. She stared at me for almost a full minute before somberly mumbling, "You don't do 'that stuff'. Are you telling me you two never have oral sex? He doesn't go down on you, or you on him?"

"Uh, yeah... we don't do that."

"But you have with other guys, right? You have done it before, haven't you?"

I couldn't answer so I just shook my head.

I didn't think it was possible, but my sister's eyes grew even wider. "You've never experienced oral sex—never given a blowjob? You've never had your pussy eaten?"

Again, I just shook my head. Until that moment, the thought of doing those things had never crossed my mind. Steve never brought it up, and I was happy with our sex life, so I hadn't seen any need to experiment with other things. 

"Oh my gawd!" Julie's tone reflected her amazement. "Girl, you have no idea what you're missing out on."

Fortunately, Steve came through the front door and the conversation ended right there.

* * *

Steve and I had been married for just over 3 years, but I'd never seen him have more than one drink on any given day. That changed after supper. I couldn't really blame him, since his sister had been hitting the wine enough to introduce sex into the conversation again. That was a topic even he and I didn't talk much about.

Julie's promise to keep our earlier conversation just between us went right out the window when she blurted out "So, brother of mine, I understand that you and my sister have a... let's say 'limited' assortment of activities in the bedroom."

I'm sure my face had never been flusher than it was right then. I glared hard at her but she barely glanced my way. Steve, on the other hand, jerked his eyes toward mine, then immediately got up to mix his second Jack and Coke.

He didn't look around while asking "So, exactly how much wine did you two have before supper?"

Julie laughed and then answered, "Just enough to loosen your wife up enough to participate in a little girl talk."

"So it would seem." He said with a frown on his way back to the couch. "And apparently enough that you now want to draw me into your girl talk."

"Don't worry, little brother, Deb did nothing but brag about your sexual prowess, even before you got hooked on Viagra."

Again, my husband jerked his eyes toward me with a red-faced glare.

I couldn't remain quiet any longer, "Julie, let's change the subject, please."

Steve seconded that, "That's a great idea."

"You two are acting like old prudes. It's no wonder you don't have any variety in your bed if you can't even talk about it. You do know there is more to sex than missionary intercourse, don't you?"

"We do just fine, thank you."

From the tone of his voice, I could tell that my husband was starting to get irritated, but Julie wouldn't let up. She shook her head, "For now maybe, but it won't last. You've only been married three years. How long do you think you'll stay interested in fooling around, especially without any variety to keep things exciting? Would it kill either of you to try some new things?"

Steve got up and went to the wet bar for third time. "Ok, sis, what kind of things do you think we need to try to keep things 'exciting'?"

I knew the alcohol was starting to affect his judgment, otherwise he never would have swung the door open for her like that.

"Hell, you could just start with the very basics like oral sex. Then, if you like it—or even if you don't, move on to trying other things. Don't practice contempt prior to investigation. Try everything."

Steve let out a tipsy chuckle, "I'm not sure I'd enjoy getting all that hair between my teeth, let alone in my mouth and throat. It just doesn't sound all that appealing to me, and I'm sure Deb can live without gagging while trying to do that to me."

Now I knew we were in trouble. Steve was actually starting to think about what his sister was saying and he was defending us for not following her advice. Then he turned to me and asked, "Have you ever tried it?"

I just shook my head before getting up to head to the wet bar myself. I hadn't had any wine since long before supper, so I mixed myself a Screwdriver. I made it much stiffer than my usual, figuring I was going to need it if I was going to have to listen to more of this.

"See! That's my point. She doesn't know if she likes giving head, because she's never tried it. And I'm sure she'll love you going down on her after you learn how. And besides, if getting hair in your mouth is the only thing holding you back, she can always shave."

"The shaving thing sounds a little dangerous to me. I might cut off something." I said with a chuckle.

"You'll be fine... the first time can be a little tough, but after that it's a piece of cake. I'll help you the first time."

"Now that I'd like to see."

I couldn't believe my husband said that. "What, me clean shaven?"

"No, you getting shaved by my sister. That would be really hot!"

Julie sprang to her feet and looked at me, "Well, what are you waiting for. Go get a pan of hot water and a towel. I'll go grab my razor and shaving cream. This is going to be fun."

"I... I" was all I could get out as I looked at Steve only to find him grinning from ear to ear. "Really?" I finally managed.

I couldn't believe my ears when he said "Hell yeah, go for it, but only if I can watch."

* * *

"I can't believe I let you two talk me into this." I said as I pulled off my slacks and panties and sat on a towel in a kitchen chair. I looked at Steve and he was still grinning, so I handed him my empty glass and asked him to mix me another screwdriver. He was back in a flash, I assume because he didn't want to miss any of what was happening. Julie was kneeling on a pillow between my legs and was just starting to trim my abundant bush with scissors. It was odd having another woman touch me there, and odder still doing this right in front of my grinning husband.

If I am being honest, I have to admit, by half way through it, I was as turned on I as I can ever remember being. The alcohol had apparently calmed my nerves enough to enjoy the sensations... and the intimate attention. Several times, I was sure my sister touched my clit on purpose. That was something Steve rarely did during foreplay. He typically just finger fucked me until I begged him to put his wonderful cock inside me.

When she was finished, the only hair remaining was a small strip above my slit, and that was trimmed closely so as not to cause a problem should my husband decide to go down on me. To me, that was still in question. I wasn't sure he ever would.

After rinsing and drying me several times, she turned to her brother, "There you have it. All you need to do now is give it the test?"

"The test?"

"Of course, silly. You have to tongue test it to see if it's smooth enough. Your tongue and lips are much more sensitive than fingers." She stood up and motioned for him to take her place between my legs. "So, go ahead and test my handiwork. What are you waiting for, a written invitation?"

"Uh... I think that can wait until we are alone." He mumbled.

"Oh no it can't." Julie shot back. "I've got the water here, the shaving cream here, and the razor here. If I missed something, now is the time to let me know. Now get your lazy ass over here and test it... or do I have to do that for you too?"

Steve's eyes shot open, as I'm sure mine did. But the next words out of my husband's mouth simply blew me into outer space.

He let out a disturbing chuckle. "You do it then. I dare you."

"Steve!" I gasped.

Julie showed him a naughty grin, but then she moved quickly, "Okay, you asked for it." And with that, she was on her knees on the pillow again, and before I could protest, she had her mouth on my pussy. I was in too much shock to know how it felt. I just knew that I was staring down at my sister as she licked up and down my pussy lips and sucked each one into her mouth. After only a few seconds, she began swirling her tongue around on my already swollen clit. Seconds later, I felt a powerful orgasm building rapidly within my loins. Before I could push her away, it hit me, and seconds later, my world went black.

When I regained some measure of consciousness, I saw my sister standing with her hand on my husband's shoulder and I heard her say with pride in her voice, "And that, baby brother, is the proper way to eat a pussy."

But hearing her words didn't shock me nearly as much as Steve's reply, "Holy shit! I've never seen her black out before. I need to learn how to do that!"

Julie let out a loud laugh, and when she could, she said, I'll be happy to teach you."

"You'd do that?" He asked earnestly.

"Sure. Your wife has the sweetest pussy I've ever eaten, so it will be my pleasure."

"How many have you eaten?" He asked her.

Julie chuckled again, "More than one, less than ten. I'd have to stop and count, but right now, I need a fresh glass of wine. Would you do the honors?"

When Steve was out of earshot, Julie turned to me and said, "You didn't freak out. You relaxed and let it happen. Good for you. I'm very proud of you, and I wasn't kidding about how you taste. Your pussy is as sweet as honey."

Somewhat under the influence of alcohol and still basking in the afterglow of the best orgasm I'd ever experienced. I smiled up at her, "If you can teach him to do that... just like that, I'll be in your debt forever."

She chuckled again, "I'm sure he'll be saying the same thing when I teach you how to give him a proper blowjob."

* * *

For my first attempt at giving my husband a blowjob later that evening, I didn't fly solo. My sister was right there with me. She described exactly what I should do, and then she demonstrated it... on her own brother. Even without Viagra, Steve's massive cock jerked and twitched right in front of our eyes.

"My gawd! What a beautiful site that is. You're one lucky girl."

"Uh, thanks... I think." My hesitation was rooted in my not knowing how I was supposed to feel about another woman seeing my husband's erect cock... and commenting on it. I finally shrugged inwardly, knowing that she was his big sister and had confessed to seeing it (and being impressed by it) before. I experienced similar uncertainty about what happened next, but again, I was able to shrug it off, probably because the whole situation—hell, the whole afternoon's events were just so damn exciting and deliciously naughty, it overwhelmed my doubts and uncertainties... and jealousies. Of course, I'm sure the alcohol helped more than a little.

The first time I teased the loose skin on his shaft just under the head with my tongue, my husband moaned his approval. And when I held his 10 inch cock straight up and began licking up and down one side of his thick shaft, Julie moved in and did the same to the other side. More than once, our tongues touched, and after a few times, it evolved into more than accidental touching. Julie purposefully swirled her tongue over mine. Her arm was around my back, and every now and then, she would reach down and fondle my breast. I soon began wishing she would knead my breast harder and pinch my nipples, but I didn't say anything.

After almost 30 minutes of toying with Steve's cock, Julie announced that it was time to get serious. She showed me how to move my head up and down on him with the same rhythm my hand was moving up and down his shaft. Of course, I could barely get any of him into my mouth... the head and perhaps two inches. Julie could engulf over half of him with ease. "Don't worry." She whispered, "It will get easier with practice."

And then she warned me, "When he begins to feel cum rising to his cock, his whole body will stiffen, especially his leg muscles. When you feel that, at least for the first few times, stop the motion with your mouth and concentrate on stroking him. Just keep your lips over the head. And then, when he starts to cum, take as much in your mouth as you can and then pull away and swallow. That part takes some practice, but soon, you'll be taking his full load and loving every second of it. In the meantime, just remember to keep stroking him with your hand until he tells you to slow down or stop. Just because there isn't any more cum shooting out doesn't mean he's finished. All men are different, so it's up to him to tell you until you learn what your man needs. Oh, and afterward, you're going to owe me something."

I pulled the head of Steve's cock out of my mouth and asked "What?"

She showed me a sly wink, "You just get serious now and finish him off. You'll find out soon enough."

* * *

I did as my sister instructed, and it wasn't long before I felt my husband's legs stiffen. I wasn't afraid. I wanted this. His first shot of hot cum startled me, but I remained committed. It took only seconds for me to pull back, but I kept stroking him. Gob after gob of cum continued to spew forth with each upstroke of my hand. It covered my hand and wrist, and some even ran down onto his crotch and thigh. Julie even moved in and licked up some of her own brother's cum as it gushed out of his cock. 

I'm not sure what I expected cum to taste like, but I was so caught up in the moment that I'm not sure I even tasted it. I do remember thinking that it had an odd texture. It wasn't displeasing to me.

When Steve finally told me to stop, his sister gathered a huge amount of his cum on her tongue, then she grabbed my hair and crushed her mouth onto mine, forcing my lips apart. Her tongue found mine, and she shared my husband's—her brother's cum with me.

Our tongues had touched several times before, so that wasn't shocking, but those times could have been easily dismissed as accidental. This could not be dismissed. She held me firmly to keep me from pulling back. The combination of feeling her tongue on mine like that, and the texture of Steve's cum on both our tongues, and the fact that I knew he was watching us... it was all simply overwhelming.

Before she pulled away, my clit came alive and another orgasm washed over my body. It wasn't like before. It wasn't as powerful by any stretch, but it was nice and warm and wonderful.

When she broke our kiss, Julie asked me, "How long does it take the Viagra to go to work on him?"

Steve answered for me, "Usually about 20 minutes. Why?"

She slapped her brother on the thigh. "So, go take some now and clean yourself up. We'll have a 20 minute first lesson on eating pussy." And she punctuated her statement with a naughty giggle.

While Steve was in the bathroom, Julie pointed to my cum covered hand, "You're not going to waste that, are you?"

When I just stared at her, she took my hand and licked some of her brother's cum from it. She showed me a naughty wink, then pushed my hand toward my mouth. I did as she expected and began licking my husbands cum from my hand and wrist. The taste and texture was pleasing to me. "Ummm" I moaned, to which she responded, "See, I knew you'd love it. I know I do." And with that, she moved closer and helped me clean up the remaining cum.

When we were finished, my sister stood and offered me her hand. When I was standing, she whispered, "I think we're way past the need for this." And she grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I raised my arms to allow it without protest. Then, she began removing her own clothes and was soon standing before me totally naked. "Does this bother you?"

"No, but I do need another drink."

"After you, my dear." She motioned me downstairs with a silly giggle.

I felt very naughty going downstairs naked like that, and especially with my sister right behind me, but by the time we got back upstairs, I was much more at ease. Steve had returned to the bedroom and slid under the sheets. He was propped up by two pillows, his hands interlocked behind his head. When he saw us appear in the doorway, his smile turned into a wide grin. Julie pulled me to a stop just inside the doorway and slid her arm around my waist. "Enjoying the view?" She asked her brother.

"I sure am." He answered, still grinning from ear to ear.

"Then enjoy it for another few seconds, and then get your ass out of Deb's spot."

It was a bit awkward just standing there like that... like I was saying "Look at me. I'm beautiful and sexy." Even though I believe I am both of those things, I've never been one to flaunt it. At 26 and shapely, men do look my way. My blonde hair falls well below my shoulders, and my 36D breasts are slightly larger than would be considered proportionate on my slender and well toned frame.

Julie was very, very sexy. She was 31 and very slim and fit. Her hair was dark brown and just a bit shorter than mine. I guessed her breasts to be 36Cs. Her pubic area was totally shaven. I had no doubt that Steve was already rock hard under the sheet, Viagra or not. And why not? It's not every guy who gets to see his older sister like this. I didn't blame him for looking at her more than me, even though he was doing his best to hide that fact.


And Sis Makes 3 Pt. 02



It was almost 10am when I woke up. Steve had just crawled back into bed after going to the bathroom and he reached for me. I stopped him though, needing to pee and brush my teeth.

When I returned to the bed, my husband hugged me tightly and gave me a quick peck on the lips, telling me good morning, and then he kissed me passionately. During our kiss, I could feel his cock already growing against my leg. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave it a gentle squeeze, and then I released it, gave him a quick kiss and said "Down boy. I need coffee."

"Okay" he said, pouting us lips and feigning disappointment.

The coffee was just finishing when Julie entered the kitchen. She seemed very bright and cheery, considering the amount of alcohol she'd consumed the night before.

"How are my naked lovers this fine morning?"

"I slept like a baby." I said.

Steve added, "Me too."

She looked at her brother, "Well you earned it. We worked you pretty hard last night." And then she turned to me, "And there's no wondering why you and me slept well after the marathon fucking he gave us."

I giggled and said, "I always sleep well after he fucks me, but believe me when I tell you that he's never fucked me like he did last night."

My husband chuckled and said, "Well I've never had quite the inspiration I had last night."

I was pouring our coffee when Julie walked up and hugged her brother from behind, saying in his ear "You've just never seen your beautiful and sexy wife playing with another woman before."

"That's what I meant by 'inspiration', silly."

Just as I was about to carry our cups to the table, I had an idea. I pulled a tray from the cabinet and placed the three cups on it, along with some packets of sweetener. C'mon you two. If we're going to shock the neighbors, we might as well start early. And I headed for the patio door. A minute later, we were all three sitting naked at our patio table, sipping our coffee and enjoying the feel of the morning sun on our skin.

Surprisingly, sex wasn't even mentioned or referred to during our chit chat over coffee. We did talk briefly about how wonderful it felt to be naked outside in the sun, and Julie admitted that she had visited several nudist camps.

"Aren't those just big free-for-all orgies?" Steve asked her.

"Gawd no!" She exclaimed, "at least not most of them. You just have to know which ones to go to. I always make sure to go to the ones sanctioned by AANR, the American Association of Nude Recreation. They have very strict rules about that stuff. If they see any funny business in the public areas, they will kick you out immediately. Of course, what goes on behind closed doors isn't any of their business."

"Interesting." I said, and then I got up, stretched, walked over to the pool and dove in. I was soon joined by my husband and his sister.

I swam up and down the pool once and then went over and sat on the steps. Julie joined me soon after and asked, "How interesting? Do you think you'd like to go to one and see what it's like?"

"I don't know if I could handle having all those people stare at me like that."

She chuckled, "It's really not like that. Of course they will check out the people they haven't seen there before, but that doesn't last long. Nudism isn't a sexual thing—it's a freedom thing. They just like being naked and being around others who enjoy it too. Most of the time, they're playing Shuffleboard, or Water Volleyball, or Beach Volleyball, or whatever."

"That sounds like a lot of fun."

"What does?" Steve asked when he swam up to us.

"Going to a nudist camp." I answered.

"Hum, I might have a problem with that."

I started to ask what kind of problem, but his sister cut me off, "He's worried that seeing all those naked women will get him hard, but it won't. To start with, most of the women there are not worth getting hard over, and secondly, after the first few minutes, you'll be enjoying yourself too much to pay much attention to them. AANR covers the proper etiquette for dealing with a hardon if you were to get one. You're supposed to simply cover it up with a towel or something until it goes away."

I giggled, "Which means you don't want to take Viagra before going." We all had a good laugh at that.

"There's a nice one not far from here. Do you two want to go tomorrow and check it out?"

Steve and I looked at each other. He shrugged, meaning that it was my call, so I said "Hell yeah. Let's do it."

"Okay, we'll leave about noon. I'll drive so you two can have a drink or two for courage."

Steve chuckled, "I was just about to suggest that."

* * *

After our swim, Julie and I spent another hour lying out in the sun. Steve had some work to do in his office, so he went on inside. When we'd had enough sun, we changed the sheets on the bed and did some laundry.

I'd been thinking about something almost the entire time we were sunbathing and decided to mention it to Julie while we were in the laundry room. "There's something I've been thinking a lot about this morning."

"Oh, like what?"

I took a deep breath, "I... last night when you offered to let me taste you, I was... well, too busy to really experience it."

"Anytime you want, hun. You should know that by now."

"Well, there's one other thing... I don't want it from fingers."

She raised her eyebrows and showed me a naughty grin. "Does my sister want to get it right from the source?"

When I nodded, she squealed, "Oh yummy." And then in a silly child like voice, she sung, "Sister's gonna eat my pussy. Sister-in-law's gonna eat my pussy." And then she looked me in the eye and asked, "How about right now? I'm already wet just from thinking about it."

I shook my head. "We have to wait on Steve to finish paying the bills."

She grabbed me by the hand and led me through the house toward Steve's office saying "C'mon, I'll bet I know how to speed him up." When we got to his office, we stood in the door until he looked up and noticed us, and then his sister said, "This is your two minute warning. There's something that's going to happen on the sofa in the den that I'll guarantee you're not going to want to miss." And with that, we headed for the den.

"Mix yourself a drink." Julie suggested.

"It's barely noon." I protested.

"It's ten after, and I didn't tell you to get drunk. Just have a quick stiff one to relax so we can both really enjoy this."

I was really nervous. I was shaking all over, so I took her advice. When Steve walked in, he saw me at the bar and questioned me about starting so early, so I scolded him for coming in too soon. "It hasn't even been a minute. Now, shoo and come back in another couple of minutes. What's going to happen won't start without you."

I guzzled the very stiff screwdriver, shuddered and mixed one more, guzzled it and shuddered again. "Woah! That's enough. I don't want you passing out on me."

By the time Steve came back, I was already calming down. I could feel the alcohol beginning to make my nerve endings tingle. Julie pointed her brother toward the stuffed chair at one end of the sofa, and he sat there obediently. Then she lay on her side on the sofa with her head at Steve's end.

I lay down beside her and we immediately began making out, kissing deeply and then letting him see our tongues dancing together. The Sofa was wide enough so that our bodies were far enough apart to allow our hands free access to explore each other's bodies.

After maybe two minutes of that, I moved down a bit so that I could lick and such Julie's breasts. I did that for about another minute before scooting lower and swirling my tongue around her belly button. But after only a few seconds, Julie moved onto her back and brought her feet up almost to her butt. I moved around and pushed her knees apart.

I began by kissing and licking the insides of her thighs, moving closer to her crotch with each kiss. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I went straight for her slit and began licking and kissing her lips.

"Holy shit!" Came my husband's reaction to seeing me lick his sister's pussy. "You were right, sis. I wouldn't have wanted to miss a second of this."

I managed to wrap my arms around Julie's legs enough so that I could reach her pussy with my hands, so I used my fingers to pull her lips apart so that I could lick and kiss the insides and expose her opening.

I tried to remember everything Julie had done to me and duplicate it. I swirled my tongue around her very pronounced clit but put off licking it until later. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted desperately to taste her for real, so I worked my tongue all the way inside her pussy and swirled it around. She tasted much better than I had the night before, but of course, she wasn't being fucked like I had been.

I couldn't get enough of her taste, so when I felt the obligation to move up and lick around and over her clit, I wouldn't linger there long. Instead, I would lick my way back down to her opening and plunge my tongue inside.

It wasn't long before her breathing became labored. I looked up and saw that she was pulling and twisting her nipples. While looking up, I could also see Steve, and his face bore an expression of sheer awe. I couldn't resist winking at him and pulling off her long enough to ask "Enjoying the show so far?"

"Fucking A I'm enjoying it."

The next time I moved up to lick Julie's clit, she grabbed my hair and held me there, pressing my mouth down on her harder. I was sure that she must be getting close, so I sucked her clit into my mouth and gently closed my teeth on it.

"Oh gawd yes. More! Harder! Harder! Fuck!" And her butt began to rise up and smash herself into my mouth. "Jesus yes!" Seconds later she screamed "Harder!" and when I complied, her thighs started quivering, as did her pussy. She was mashing my face so hard to her, I could barely breathe.

Her orgasm lasted nearly a full minute, and it was another minute after that before her butt relaxed and she let go of my head.

"Holy fuck! She gasped. "I've had a lot of people eat my pussy, both male and female, but none did it any better than that. Steve honey, I need a drink before round two. Would you get me one?"

"What are you in the mood for?"

"A thousand more orgasms like that one. But I'll settle for whatever you're going to make for yourself. You're going to need one too. We're just getting started."

I giggled and used one of Julie's expressions, "Oh yummy".

* * *

After having a few sips of the Jack and Coke her brother made for her, Julie helped me to my feet and lay on the couch once again. She put one of the small sofa pillows under her head and then another under her butt. Then she had me straddle her with my butt facing her and my husband. I knew we were going to do a 69. She told me to keep my butt high enough that Steve had a good view of the action. And then she immediately began licking my pussy. That angle was a little more difficult for me, but the pillow under her butt helped some.

It was only a minute or so into it that I got a real shock. Julie was licking up and down my slit, and then went higher and started licking around my anus. She didn't linger there long the first time, but on subsequent trips, she lingered longer and longer. With each trip to my ass, I was able to relax and concentrate on how it felt. And it felt very nice.

After the forth or fifth time, she actually worked the tip of her tongue inside my ass. To my amazement, it felt wonderful... and so, so naughty. I started doing the same to her. She must have sensed that I was going to, because as my tongue when lower, she raised her hips a little to allow me easier access to her ass.

I didn't push the tip of my tongue in until my third trip there, but when I did, she let out a low moan and I heard her say, "Yes, I love that." And she immediately worked her tongue deeper into my ass. It felt incredible, so I told her, "Me too."

She chuckled and said to her brother, "Did you hear that, baby brother?"

"It's been duly noted."

At one point, not long after that, we each had our tongues fully buried in the other's ass. We stayed that way for a long time, swirling them around in there, and even moving in and out as if we were fucking each other's ass with our tongues.

Without warning, while her tongue was deep inside me, I felt an orgasm starting to build. I said, "Oh no... I'm... I'm going to... cum."

She removed her tongue and said, "Stop working on me and let it happen." And then she immediately plunged her tongue back inside my ass to the hilt and began tongue fucking my ass in earnest. This time though, her fingers found my clit and began rubbing it round and round. Seconds later, I came... hard—not the 'passing out' kind of orgasm, but a nice strong one nonetheless.

"Now I'm the one who needs a drink. Baby, would you get me a glass of water?"

When he returned from the kitchen, we were sitting side by side on the sofa, softly kissing. While taking the bottle from him, I let out a giggle. His cock was so hard it was pointing straight up at the ceiling.

I said to Julie, "It looks like our token male could use a little tension relief."

* * *

We had Steve lay down on the floor with a sofa pillow under his head. Then, his sister and I got down on either side of him. Julie moved close and licked up and down his long shaft, and then blew on it softly. We both laughed when it twitched violently.

I didn't really know what to expect. I knew we were going to give him a double header blowjob, but my experiences with my sister to date had proven that she always had something new to add to any situation. I tried to imagine what she might add this time, but I couldn't think of a single thing that we hadn't already done.

We pretty much did what we'd done the first time we gave him a blowjob. We took turns putting him in our mouths. We danced our tongues together a lot, and we pumped his shaft with both of our hands on it in unison.

It wasn't until Julie sensed that he was getting close to cumming that she stopped, leaned over, and whispered to me. When he cums, you take as much as you can, but don't swallow. While I'm taking the rest from him, you move up as fast as you can and kiss him. Share it with him."

My jaw dropped. But Julie went right back to sucking and stroking him, so I did the same. After thinking about it only briefly, I decided to do it. Two or three times every day, he ate what I cooked, and I ate things that I didn't like just because he liked it. This time, I thought to myself, if it's okay for me to eat it, then it's okay for him to eat. He'll just have to get over it.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before my husband's legs and abdomen stiffened and I knew it was almost time. Julie backed off and let me take over. When he started to shoot, I took as much as I could and then handed his still pulsating cock to Julie.

I moved quickly, before he had time to think, although, right then, I can't imagine he could think at all anyway. When he looked up at me, I bent over and planted a kiss right on his mouth, forcing it open so the contents of mine would spill into it. Then I found his tongue and swirled it with mine. I knew he was still cumming into his sister's mouth, so it wasn't surprising to me that he put up little resistance.

Seconds later, Julie was bending over her brother and kissing him. I couldn't believe it when he actually put his hand behind her head and pulled her harder to him. Their kiss lasted almost a full minute.

When they broke their kiss and she and I were still kneeling on either side of his head, she said, "Now, just because he cums in your pussy, doesn't mean he can't still eat your pussy some more. He knows what his cum tastes like, and it's not bad at all. If he ever refuses to eat you after he's cum inside you, cut him off for a month and he'll think better of it the next time."

"Hey, who said I'd have a problem doing that?"

"Every man I've ever been with, that's who."

My husband shocked both his sister and I when he reached down and gathered up a bit of his cum that was still oozing out of his softening cock. He brought it to his mouth and let us watch as he licked his finger clean. Then he just grinned up at the two of us.

Julie looked at me and said with awe in her voice, "What an absolutely amazing man you have, sister."

I responded the only way I could at the moment, "Yes, what an amazing man WE have, sister."

She mouthed more than whispered while leaning over to kiss me, "Thank you for that."

* * *

"I'm trying to decide between taking a shower and going for a swim." I announced as I got up and stretched mightily. "I think I'll head to the pool and then lay out in the sun some more."

"I'll join you." Julie said.

Steve countered with, "Hell, I may go up and take a nap. I have a feeling we're in for another long night."

I responded by telling him, "Okay, but if we get to feeling a little frisky in the pool, don't call foul. You're welcome to be there and watch or participate."

"I understand." He said, "I think that rule just applies to sneaking around and doing something behind someone's back, or when their not home or something, don't you?"

"Yes" I agreed, "That may not be the letter of the law, but it is the spirit of it."

"Agreed." He said as he headed for the stairs.

When he was out of earshot, Julie said, "You horny little tramp." To which I just giggled and started mixing myself a very weak screwdriver.

Julie and I swam for a bit and then ended up sitting side by side on the steps. There was something on my mind and I needed to verbalize it. I thought starting off with 'sister' might take some of the sting out of it, make it more light hearted, so I started, "Sister-in-law, there's something I want you to know."

"Okay" she said in a questioning tone.

"The whole ass thing... what we did earlier..."

"Yes?"

"Gawd, that was hot!"

She chuckled, "Yeah, it feels nice, doesn't it?"

"Shit yeah it does. I never would have thought it, but it feels incredible."

"Well, now that Steve knows you can cum just from that, I'm sure he'll make that a regular thing."

"Gawd, I hope so."

"To be honest, I was a little nervous about how you would react. You've been a real trooper up to this point, but I didn't know just how far I could push you."

"Girl, I'm a believer. You don't have to ever worry about that again. If you say it's good, then it's good. I'm pushing my chips all in. I trust you one hundred percent. You just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it."

"Good for you. Glad to hear it. You won't be sorry. I'm not saying you'll like everything we try, but I'm sure you'll like most of it. On the rest, just tell me it's not for you—after you try it, of course. Never say you don't like something before you try it."

"Sister, if I were going to practice... what did you call it... 'contempt prior to investigation', we wouldn't be sitting here right now, and we damn sure wouldn't have done half the things we've done these last twenty-four hours."

"Well, we've got a lot to squeeze into the next couple of days. I should be hearing back from the apartment people soon."

Her words struck me like a sledgehammer and saddened me instantly. We sat silent for several minutes before I said to her, "Julie, I'll have to discuss it with Steve, of course, but as far as I'm concerned, you can tell those apartment people to go to hell. You can stay here with us for as long as you want... and if you choose to stay for the rest of our lives, even better."

Her tone grew very serious, "Deb, as much as I would love that—as much as I love you both and as much as I love having sex with you both, it's just not the same as having someone to sleep with every night. I'm the third wheel here. I know that, and I accept it, but I also know that, sooner or later, a third wheel becomes a bother. I know and understand that you don't feel that way right now, but that's just because it's all new and exciting and I'm helping you experience new things, but what will happen when those things are all old hat and we can't think of anything new to try? Then I will become someone that you'd like to have over now and then just to spice things up. That's the only possible way this can go. You need to think about it and get honest with yourself. You'll see that I'm right."




And Sis Makes 3 Pt. 02



I couldn't believe that she was right, but her words and thoughts on the subject did make sense to me. She was older than me, and she'd had a lot more worldly experience. I knew I should trust her judgment, so I decided to change the subject—at least until I could discuss it with someone whose opinion I trusted even more—Steve.

"I need to talk to Steve, but in the meantime, wanna fool around a little?"

"That depends. What do you have in mind?"

"Anything that ends with me fighting to keep my mouth on you while you buck and shake and quake and flood my mouth with your cum."

"Oooooo, yummy! So, you're not worried about the neighbors?"

"Fuck them!"

She shot me a naughty grin, "Then by all means, let's"

* * *

I have the image firmly implanted in my memory. My sister sitting on the top step, leaning back on her hands, her knees high and spread and me eating her sweet pussy. Of course, I didn't ignore her ass. My tongue spent a lot of time in there. And to my delight, when she came for the second time, I was treated with an abundant amount of very slick, sweet female cum. It was much different than Steve's. It didn't have the thick texture of his. It was pure slick nectar.

After that, we changed places, and she made me cum four times with her mouth and tongue. The last time, she never touched my clit. She made me cum from simply tongue fucking my asshole. It was all very deliciously erotic and naughty."

* * *

Later that night, I told my husband what had happened at the pool while he was napping. I described everything to him in exacting detail. When I was finished, he was hard as steel and he wanted to fuck me.

"Ooooo I would love that, but I want to ask you for a big favor."

"Anything." He eagerly agreed.

"You and I need to talk about something before we go to sleep tonight, but in the meantime, and please don't ask me why, I want you to go to Julie. Bring her to our bed and make love to her while I fix all of us some super."

"I can't ask why?"

"No, but I promise I'll explain it all to you before we go to sleep tonight. But Steve..."

"What?"

"Please, please, don't just fuck her. Make love to her the way you've done with me so many times. I know that you will fuck her before it's over, but please start out just making sweet love to her. She needs that very, very much."

"That's what you want, really?"

"Yes. I'll explain why later, but for now, you're just going to have to trust me. I'm not going to join you. I'm not going to be jealous. I just want you to make love to her and make her feel special. Do you understand?"

"Okay, I do trust you, so if you say that's what I should do, then I will. I love you. You know that, right?"

"Of course I do, and I love you more. Now go to your sister and give her what she so desperately needs, and don't worry about me. I'm fine with it, really. If I wasn't, I wouldn't ask you to do it."

"Yes, ma'am."

* * *

It took me a long time to cook Steve's favorite meal, Angle Hair spaghetti, with thick beef sauce and as many veggies as the deep pan will hold. And garlic toast, of course. I figured that my husband would be busy for a while yet, so I put the burner on low long before it finished cooking.

Next, I went to the den and made myself a moderately strong screwdriver. I sat on the sofa where Julie and I had fucked each other with our tongues. I could still smell slight traces of sex emitting from the fabric.

I tried to imagine what they were doing. Were they in a 69? Was he still getting her ready by eating her pussy, or had they moved on from that. Was he standing at the end of our bed with his arms under the back of her knees, slowly moving his big cock in and out of her pussy?

If they were beyond that, they must have the door closed. Otherwise, I'm sure if he was in full fuck mode, I would be able to hear her screams of pleasure. I just sipped my drink and practiced in my head the conversation I was intending to have with my husband later—after all the sex was over.

I didn't intend to watch the clock, honestly I didn't, but after they'd been at if for over an hour, I couldn't help but wonder what they were doing. I was more hungry than jealous, and I was sure that the meal was long past being ready to eat. But I wasn't worried about it overcooking. I'd had the burner turned to simmer for quite a while. Actually, that would even make it better. I just didn't know when to put the garlic toast in the oven.

Finally, an hour and thirty-seven minutes after my husband went to his sister, they both came downstairs, and they both looked freshly showered. "Hey, you two. I was beginning to think supper was going to turn into breakfast."

My husband came to me and gave me a very sweet kiss, and then his sister did the same. A very odd feeling swept over me that I couldn't put my finger on, but it was something very odd. It didn't make me feel like they had been up there fucking and sucking all that time and they were simply thanking me for allowing it to happen. No, it was something more. I just couldn't imagine what.

There was very little conversation during super. Afterward, both my husband and his sister thanked me and then she instead on cleaning up. Steve and I went into the den for an after dinner drink.

"What's going on?" I asked him as soon as we were out of Julie's earshot. "The tension is so thick I could barely see you from across the table."

He looked at me hard, and then said in an earnest tone, "Deb, we didn't have sex. We didn't even fool around. You were right to worry about her—about her mental state of mind. She's a mental wreck right now. She just left her husband for cheating on her with several different women, and she's just waiting for the other shoe to drop. I'm worried about her."

"Yeah, that's pretty much what I got from her too. That's why I wanted you to go to her. I thought you could cheer her up and make all those feelings of doubt go away. She called herself a 'third wheel' and said that third wheels become unnecessary sooner or later. That's what she thinks—that we'll dump her when things get... in her words, 'old hat' with the sex stuff."

"I hate that she feels that way, but I don't know what to say or do to convince her otherwise. I tried my best, but I don't think it had any affect."

And then we sat in silence for several minutes. I was trying to come up with an idea, and I'm sure Steve was doing the same.

Finally, an idea struck me, so I told my husband, "What if we find a preacher—you know, one of those alternative relationship guys that marry gays even when it's not legal. We could marry her—not legally of course, but spiritually, the way gay couples do. We could exchange rings and everything. What would you think about that? I love her enough to do it, do you?"

I was proud of my husband when he didn't hesitate with his answer, "I do. I really, really do. I want her to be a part of our family forever."

I thought about something else and thought he should hear it, "It won't be real until she can sleep in our bed."

Again, he didn't hesitate, "Okay, as long as I don't have to sleep in the middle."

I giggled, "I don't like the middle either, but I love spooning with you, so maybe she and I can take turns."

"Sounds good to me, but we'll have to find out what she thinks of the idea."

"Well, we should by her a ring and propose properly."

Steve contemplated that for several seconds and then said, "Nah, if we wait that long, she'll feel like shit that much longer. I say we put it to her as soon as possible and buy the ring later."

"Okay, you or me?" I asked.

"I think it would be more meaningful coming from you with me right beside you so she'll know it's coming from both of us."

"Okay, when she finishes cleaning up then." I said.

* * *

"Whew, I need a drink." Julie announced when she entered the den.

"Wait!" I almost commanded. "There's something we need to ask you first.

She had a bewildered look on her face, "Okay, so ask already."

I went to her and took her hand and led her to the center of the den. Then I knelt on one knee and waited for Steve to do likewise. I took his near hand in mine, holding hers in the other. "Julie Elaine Anderson, will do us the honor of marrying us?"

She stared down at both of us for a long time. I assume she was trying to decide if our proposal was real. Finally, her eyes became red and her breath came in short spurts. "For real?" She asked.

Steve answered, "Yes, for very real. We want you to become part of our family till death do us part."

"This isn't really happening." She said in disbelief.

"It's as real as anything can be." I insisted. "We love you and we want you to become one with us—forever."

Steve added, "But you'll have to sleep in the middle every other night."

Julie started bawling uncontrollably. "I... I can't believe... I love you both so, so much."

"Is that a yes?" I asked her.

"Gawd yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."

Steve was first to stand. He helped me to my feet and then we both hugged her in a very tight embrace. She kissed Steve on the lips, and then me. "Gawd, I love you both so very much."

"And we love you, Julie. You are a part of our family now." And with that, I took off my wedding ring, took her hand, and slipped it onto her finger." I'll be wanting that back when we get you your own."

* * *

We didn't fuck that night. We made love—sweet tender love—the three of us. I did cum once, but that was just because I was overwhelmed by emotion. It wasn't intentional, and for sure not needed. And then we fell asleep together... with Julie in the middle.

End Of Part Two.



And Sis Makes 3 Pt. 03



When we woke up Sunday morning, Julie was back to her sexy, exploring, teaching self, and Steve and I were back to being her willing students.

At her insistence, I was on my hands and knees at the end of the bed. Our husband was behind me, just about to put is cock into my already wet pussy. Julie positioned herself in front of me on her back, her knees high and spread. "Don't fuck her yet. Eat her and then tongue fuck her beautiful ass. I'll tell you when it's time to fuck her."

As she was giving Steve those instructions, I was already busy eating her wonderful pussy. I thought back to the conversation that started all of this and I understood now. I understood how right she'd been about me not knowing what I was missing out on. My heart warmed for her even more than before. Had I not been busy eating her pussy right then, I would have given in to the overwhelming urge to hug her and tell her how much I love her.

I'm not sure if it was our husband's growing talent as a pussy eater, or the incredible emotion I was feeling, but I was already feeling my first orgasm starting to build. I moaned into her pussy and pushed my hips backward onto Steve's tongue. He chose that exact moment to thrust his tongue deep inside my ass, and I exploded.

When I'd calmed down, my wife pushed my head away from her pussy and spun around on the bed, taking two pillows with her. She maneuvered herself under me until we were in a 69, with her head on the two pillows, I assumed to lift her head up high enough so she could reach my pussy with her tongue.

Before starting to lick my clit, Julie told our husband to give her his cock. I couldn't see, as I was already eating her pussy again, but I knew she was getting him slick with her saliva. Then I felt her move her arms so she could guide him into me.

As he was sliding his cock into me, I could feel Julie licking up and down my pussy from my clit to his cock. When I couldn't feel her tongue on me, I assumed she was licking him. She continued this for several minutes before saying "Now this is what I call having the best of both worlds. Licking a sweet pussy and wonderful cock at the same time—it just doesn't get any better than this."

I giggled into her pussy and then decided I wanted to get her off. I had been just enjoying myself up to that point—enjoying the taste of her, and the feeling of being naughty. I enjoyed that feeling—a lot. I had never felt it before and it was very exciting to me. Not only was I doing something naughty, but I was doing it with a third party watching, and that made it even better.

It wasn't long before I had my wife moaning and squirming beneath me, and it wasn't long after that when I knew to take her clit between my teeth. When I clamped down firmly, she exploded. I kept it up until she exploded for a second time, this one much stronger than the first. I could feel her fingernail dig into my buttocks. Finally, I released her clit and drug a pillow over, "Raise up". When she did, I put the pillow under her butt. With her butt higher, I was able to lean forward and begin teasing her ass with my tongue.

The instant she felt that, she reached around my butt and began teasing my ass with her finger. After a minute of that, I felt her hand slide down my butt. I found out why a few seconds later. When her finger returned to my asshole, it was slick with my juices.

When she slipped it inside my ass, I thought I was going to explode right then. I moaned and plunged my tongue as far as I could inside her ass and kept it there while her finger went deeper into mine. When she started swirling it around, she sucked my clit into her mouth and clamped down on it with her teeth. That put me over the top. I exploded again, this one much more powerful than the first. Through it all, I forced myself to keep my tongue buried deeply in her ass.

"Fuck her now, baby. Fuck her hard. Don't let her come down from it."

Our husband dutifully obeyed. When she let out a giggle, he said "What?"

"Your balls are bouncing off my head."

"Do you want me to-"

She cut him off with, "Don't you dare slow down or stop." And then she went back to licking both of us.

It only took three or four minutes of that to make me explode again, but this one rocked my world. I must have blacked out for a few seconds, because when I came to, Julie's mouth was not on me. Her finger was gone from my ass. Steve's cock was still buried inside me, but it wasn't moving. They were both hugging me as best they could.

"Wow!" I said through my gasping. "That was intense!"

Julie giggled and said to Steve, "If I were you, I wouldn't pass up the opportunity to get a good taste of her right now. I'm sure she's slick as slick can be, but before you do, I get to taste it too. Pull your cock out of her and give it to me.

When he pulled out, I took the opportunity to roll off Julie onto my back. I was still panting and trying to catch my breath. I watched as our wife enthusiastically licked our husband's cock. "Ummmm" She purred. "Very nice indeed. Now you go get some."

Steve moved over and lowered his mouth to my still trembling pussy. He immediately dove his tongue inside me. "Gawd yes. It's wonderful" he exclaimed when he came up for air. And then he dove back in for another taste.

I was jealous. I wanted to taste my cum, so I told them so. Steve knew what to do. He moved up and slid his hard cock back inside me, moved in and out a couple of times, and then crawled up over me until his cock was available for me to lick.

I couldn't believe how slick it was. I loved it. "More." I pleaded when I had cleaned him.

Steve chuckled, but obeyed. He moved back down, entered me again, and then crawled back up to let me clean his cock again. Julie laughed, "I think she likes it." She chided, to which I responded, "Gawd yes. I love it."

"Well, when you're done playing, I'll finish him off. We can't leave him like that—not if we're still going to the nudist camp."

We all laughed at that.

After two more collections and cleanings, I told Julie that he was all hers. She had him lay on his back and she straddled him, easing her self down onto his huge cock.

When she had fully engulfed him, she leaned back on her hands and began slowly moving her hips in a circular motion. "Mmmmmm, I love it like this. My pussy has never been so full of cock."

Soon though, she straightened back up and then leaned forward. She began moving up and down on his cock, slowly at first and then picking up speed. Steve had a big smile on his face as he watched her beautiful tits swinging above his chest. It looked fun and erotic, so I made a mental note to try it the next time we fucked.

After only a couple of minutes, her body stiffened and she began to moan, "Um, um, um" with each down motion. "Uggggg! Gawd!" she practically screamed as her body began to shudder. I knew she was cumming, but she didn't slow down. If anything, she sped up even more.

Our wife came three more times, each more powerful than the last. Steve announced, "I'm . . . close." He grabbed her hips and began forcing her down on his cock harder. Finally, his body tensed and he let out a strained grunt.

Julie kept fucking him for all she was worth for another two or three minutes until, exhausted, she rolled off of him onto her back. I wasted no time moving down so that I could clean him with my tongue and lips.

When I had him all clean, I moved over to Julie and asked her to spread her legs for me. When she did, I proceeded to lick and suck their combined juices from her pussy. Gawd! I felt so naughty doing that, and I loved not only the taste, but the feeling of doing something so deliciously naughty. 

* * *

We showered together, each washing ourselves though. We didn't want to risk doing anything to turn our husband on prior to heading to the nudist camp.

After our shower, Julie and I fixed us some turkey sandwiches. She drank tea, but Steve and I mixed ourselves a drink—him a Jack and Coke, and me a stiff Screwdriver.

A few minutes later, we were all dressed and in the car with Julie driving us. Steve and I had packed the ice chest so we could have another drink if we felt the need.

It was only a thirty minute drive to the nudist camp. We couldn't see anything from the road because of the trees. After turning down the drive, we came to a gate. Julie pushed the button and told the man who answered that we were visitors. He instructed her to stop at the office to register, and the gate began to open.

The drive was curved, and when we went around the last curve, we could see the small office, several cabins, and several campers. We stopped at the office and went inside, where we were greeted by a cheerful man and woman, both totally naked.

We filled out the visitor forms, let them copy our IDs, and then paid the daily visitors fee. Then the woman, Dotty, asked us if we wanted a tour of the place. We decided to take her up on that. "Okay then. You can park in the field just outside the office. Do you want to get undressed before or after the tour?"

"Before." Julie answered for all of us. Julie parked the car. Steve and I walked the 50 yards or so to where she parked, and we all stripped naked. I was shaking like a leaf.

In a couple of minutes, Dotty pulled up in a golf cart. Julie had educated us about taking a towel with us everywhere at the camp. "It's a hygiene thing. I prefer using a dark towel." She had explained, "On hot days I can sweat and leave pussy tracks." She concluded with a giggle.

Julie and I squeezed in the seat with Dotty, putting a towel down first, and Steve sat on the seat on the rear of the cart that faced backward. The tour lasted about 10 minutes. She drove us all around. I was amazed at how many permanent homes there were. Of course there were many, many campers. There was a very large pool, a nice clubhouse, and a snack bar.

When she dropped us back at our car, both Steve and I mixed ourselves another drink—in a plastic cup, of course. Then we headed for the pool. There were naked people walking everywhere, and probably a hundred or more in and sitting around the pool. There were several dozen reclining chairs, but none were available right then, so we put our towels, sandals and drinks in a shady spot by the fence and went into the pool.

I was still very nervous. I felt like everyone was looking at me, sizing me up, judging me. Of course, nothing could have farther from the truth. People would glance our way briefly and then look away. Some of the men would look a little longer, but no one could blame them. Julie had been right about most of the women being older and from chunky to right out fat. Counting Julie and me, there probably weren't more than 9 or 10 women there that would get a double take from the men.

The whole middle of the pool was taken up by a volleyball game, so we stayed on one end. After about 15 minutes, Julie came over to me and said, "You and Steve need to get out and walk around. You can't hide in the water all day."

I sighed and told her, "Okay, but you have to come with me." She agreed so we all climbed out of the water, took up our drinks and towels and put on our sandals. Then we headed off for a walk. July had been right about a lot of things in the last few days, and she was right again. After twenty minutes or so of walking around, greeting people and stopping to chat with many, it became much easer to forget that we were all naked.

Of course, I was still slyly checking everyone out without being obvious about it, and I'm sure everyone was doing the same to us. It just wasn't a blatant kind of ogling. By the time we'd been there an hour, I was very comfortable mingling with the people and having conversations with them. I was really starting to enjoy myself.

When it was time to leave, I didn't want to get dressed, so I didn't. I just spread my towel over the passenger seat and got in. Julie giggled, "Ahhh, someone's gotten hooked on being a nudist, huh?"

"Yep." I chirped back to her. 

Without warning, Julie turned into a Burger King and went through the drive through. "What are you doing?" I gasped.

"I'm thirsty. I'm going to get myself a coke."

"We have cokes and water in the—oh, I get it. You just want to see if I'll crawl down in the floorboard. Right?"

She giggled, "Yep".

"Well, I'm not going to, so there."

There was a polite young lady at the window. I didn't look that direction as Julie collected her coke and paid, so I don't know if she even noticed me. As we pulled off, Julie and Steve started laughing their asses off. Apparently, not only had the girl noticed me, she had made sure one of her male co-workers got a good look too. "I know what he's going to be thinking about when he jacks off tonight." Julie said with a giggle.

The whole thing made me feel sexy and alive . . . and very, very naughty. I loved it.

* * *

We got home around seven. Julie and I went upstairs while our husband made us all drinks. I decided to take a quick shower, so I turned on the water and stepped in. I didn't know I wasn't alone in the bathroom until I heard Steve say, "Oops, sorry, I didn't-"

"It's okay, silly. I'm just going pee."

"I'll go use the other bathroom."

"Don't be silly. I'll be done in a flash and you can go next."

I wiped the fog off the glass door just in time to see Julie cleaning herself with Steve just standing there, watching her intently.

"Hey Deb, Steve's acting like he's never seen a woman pee before."

"I haven't." He responded.

"Really? Geeeze, a lot of guys like watching. Did you?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. I guess so. I really couldn't see anything anyway."

"Well, you'll be able to next time. I'll make sure you have a good view."

I thought the whole conversation was weird. I'd never thought about it, but I didn't understand why guys would want to see that. Although, the one time I watched Steve pee . . . when he was in the shower trying to pee with a hardon, I did find it fascinating.

"Hey Deb. Watch this." So I wiped the fog away again just in time to see Julie reach around Steve, who was just starting to pee. She forced his hand away and replaced it with hers. His flow stopped, "That's okay. It takes some getting use to. Just relax and concentrate. You'll get it started again."

It was funny watching that, and it did take Steve quite a while to get restarted, but when he did, she aimed it like a pro. When he was finished, she nursed it with her hand and then shook it gently. The show was over, so I finished rinsing, shut off the water and dried off.

When I got back to the bedroom, Steve and Julie were just sitting on the bed talking and sipping their drinks. I took my drink and sat in the stuffed chair in the corner, after going back to the bathroom for a towel. The towel thing made a lot of sense to me.

"So, we can't stay up too late tonight. I have to work tomorrow." Steve announced.

I asked Julie, "What's on the agenda for tonight. I know you've got something new for us to try."

"As a matter of fact, I do. But you're going to have to really trust me on this one."

"Oooooo sounds yummy." I used her phrase again.

She chuckled, "You haven't heard what it is yet."

"If you say it's fun, then I'm sure we'll love it. Count me in." I said, trusting her totally.

She turned to Steve, "How about you?"

"I agree with Deb. You haven't led us wrong yet. We've enjoyed everything so far."

"Well okay then. Polish off your drinks. Then Deb, you get a clean sheet and spread if over the bed. Steve, take some Viagra and then run down and mix the two of you fresh drinks. Make them strong ones. You're both going to need it. I'll go get some things."

He didn't usually take Viagra on work nights, but it was early so he agreed.

When Julie returned, she had a bottle of baby oil, a very slender vibrator, a thicker one, and something in a plastic bag that she wouldn't let us see. "Deb, get on your knees on the bed. Put a pillow under your head and I want your butt up high."

I didn't hesitate to assume the position, so she told Steve, "You just sit here beside her and watch for now." And then she leaned close and whispered something to him. Julie dripped a generous portion of the baby oil down my butt crack. A second later, I heard the high pitched hum of the small vibrator and felt the tip of it against my asshole.

I knew how wonderful it felt when she put her tongue in my ass, and later her finger, so I was getting excited at the thought of having a vibe in it. She teased around it for a short while before slipping the tip inside me. I thought I was going to cum right then, but I didn't, so I moved one of my hands under me and began rubbing my clit. She had the vibe half way inside me and the feelings were so incredible I couldn't get enough of it. I came.

Steve chuckled, "That didn't take long."

"You just wait, that little orgasm is nothing compared to what's gonna happen before we're done." And she started moving it in circles inside of me. After another couple of minutes, she pulled it out and inserted one of her fingers. She worked it around inside me just like she'd done with the vibe, and then she worked another finger in.

"Ummmm" That feels so fucking good." I said with a moan.

I could feel her fingers working in me and stretching my opening. It felt wonderful. Before long, she'd worked in a third finger, and that felt even better. Finally, she pulled out and immediately turned on the thicker vibe. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me.

I didn't have to wait long. She soon had it lubed up and it slid in without much resistance. Again, she moved it in circles and used angles that I could feel were stretching my opening even wider.

That vibe had much stronger vibrations, and it didn't take long before I came again, but this time without touching my clit. When I finished gasping for air, she asked me, "Are you ready for the next level?"

I had no idea what the next level was, but I was more than eager to find out. "Gawd Yes!"

So Julie pulled the vibe out and inserted her fingers again, but this time, she used two fingers from each hand. She used them to pull and stretch my opening wider and wider. I can't say that felt wonderful, not after experiencing the stronger vibe, but it didn't hurt.

When she was satisfied with her handiwork, I felt like I knew what was coming next, and I was right. She told Steve to get in position. "Go very, very slow. Deb, you tell him if it hurts, if he's going to fast, or pushing too hard. There might be some minor discomfort at first, but if you stay relaxed, it won't be anything you can't handle, and believe me, it will be worth it."

I did my best to relax, but I was nervous. Still, I trusted Julie completely, and that helped me relax more. The head of Steve's cock was larger than the largest vibe, so it was still a tight fit, even with all the stretching. But finally, I felt it slip past the barrier and enter my ass.

"Stop right there and give her a minute to adjust to it. Then, when I tell you to go, just take it a half inch at a time, then stop and let her adjust again. Just keep doing that until you're all the way inside her."

When she gave him the okay, I felt him press forward. It didn't hurt at all, so I told them I was okay. He pressed forward again and I felt more of him enter me. "I'm still okay." I announced, "I can take it a little more at a time."

Steve said, "Okay, but stop me if it hurts." And with that, he pressed more firmly. It felt wonderful so I let out a moan. Steve stopped abruptly.

"Don't stop. It feels wonderful."

"You heard the lady." Julie said with a chuckle.

Steve pressed forward again, this time much more firmly. He didn't stop until I felt his legs against the back of mine. He was all the way inside me. I couldn't believe he got that huge thing all the way inside me without hurting me even once.




And Sis Makes 3 Pt. 03



"Okay, you're both doing great. Just hold there for a minute and then just start gently moving it around inside her. If that doesn't hurt her, then you can start fucking her ass. Just start slow, coming out and going back in. Just take your cue from her. She'll let you know when you can speed up."

It only took one trip of his cock sliding most of the way out and then back in for me to tell him, "Fuck me now, baby. Fuck my ass. Fuck it just like you do my pussy."

Steve obeyed. He was still going slow, but he wasn't hesitating any more. "Ummm" I said, "It feels incredible. Go faster and harder now. I want to cum. Please fuck my ass until I cum a dozen times."

I felt his grip on my hips tighten, and then he started really fucking me. He wasn't holding anything back. I came in no more than 15 seconds. And then I came again after another minute. Each orgasm was stronger than the one before it and I knew, if they got much stronger, I'd lose it.

I could hear myself panting and gasping for air and moaning and grunting. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That's it, baby. Fuck my ass hard." It was only another few seconds before I cried out, "I'm . . ." I couldn't finish telling them. The pleasure was too intense. Everything went dark.

When I came to, Steve was gone. Julie was pulling the sweat soaked hair from my face. "He's taking a shower. He'll be right back. Are you okay?" 

"I'm way better than okay." I told her.

She chuckled, "I had a feeling you'd like that."

"Gawd yes. I loved it."

"Good, because Steve didn't cum yet, and I want that big thing in my ass. Then it will be his turn."

"His turn?"

"Yep. What's good for the goose is good for the gander. Don't worry, once he get's past being mortified at the idea, he'll love it too."

"Okay."

Julie got on her knees and I followed her instructions. She said she didn't need as much preparation as me. She had me oil up the big vibe and work it into her ass. It went in fairly easily, so I used it to stretch her out some. By the time Steve rejoined us, she said she was ready for him, so he stepped up behind her and after spreading oil on his cock, he began pushing it in. I was amazed at how quickly she took all of him in her ass.

"Okay, now fuck me hard and fast and don't stop until you cum."

I counted three great orgasms from Julie before Steve flooded her ass with a huge load of cum.

* * * 

Steve's eyes flew open when Julie told him what was going to happen next. "No way!"

"Yes way!" She stood her ground. "It didn't hurt Deb or me. We both love it. Tell him, Deb."

"Gawd yes. It was incredible. And since there's no difference in a woman's ass to a man's, I can promise you're going to love it too. You just have to trust Julie. She knows what she's doing. She wouldn't do anything that might hurt you."

"Yeah, but-"

"But nothing." She cut him off. "Go get you another drink if you're that scared, but we're going to do this or you going to get cut off for a month, maybe three. Deb and I can take care of each other's needs just fine for that long. Now scoot. Get yourself a stiff drink, but when you come back up here, we don't want to hear any more whining."

When he was gone, she giggled and said, "Gezzzz, men can be such babies."

When Steve finally came back, I suspected he may have been drinking his Jack straight. He was wobbly and slurring his words. Reliantly, he assumed the proper position on his knees with his head buried in the pillow.

I watched with interest as Julie started. She didn't use the oil right away. First she used her tongue on him. After a minute, she motioned for me to do the same. I licked around his asshole a bit and then began working my tongue inside. He actually let out a moan of pleasure, so I kept that up, working my tongue deeper inside him. I kept at it until Julie tapped me on the shoulder.

Then Julie applied the oil and turned on the small vibe. She used it on him the same way she had done with me. He didn't complain, so she moved on to using the larger vibe on him, stretching him wider. He seemed okay with that too, so she moved on to using her fingers to stretch his opening.

Finally, she pointed to the plastic bag. I got it and looked inside. I'd never seen one, but I knew what it was. It was a rather large strap-on dildo. It was almost as thick as Steve's cock, but not quite. I tried to hand it to her, but she shook her head. Apparently, she wanted me to put it on, so I did. It took me a minute to figure it out, but I finally had it snugly in place.

Julie moved to one side, but kept three fingers of one hand inside him while she handed me the oil with the other. Julie tossed two large pillows on the floor for me to stand on. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been tall enough and the angle would have been wrong. I lubed the large dildo up thoroughly and then stepped into place.

Julie helped guide it to his opening before pulling her fingers out of him. She motioned me to do it, so I moved forward a bit and watched an inch of the dildo slip into our husband's asshole.

There were no complaints from Steve, so I pushed it in a little farther—still no complaints, so I pushed more of it into him. "You're both doing great. Steve, you be sure and let her know if she hurts you."

Julie stepped away and then let out a giggle. "What?" I asked her.

"His big ole cock is hard as a rock."

"Yeah, so what?" He said.

"It just means you're not totally hating this. That's all.

"Not totally . . . so far, at least. It actually feels kinda nice . . . weird, but nice."

I was happy to hear that. I had been hoping he'd enjoy it as much as I had. I pressed on and on until the dildo was all the way in him. Then I stopped and moved it around inside him slowly and gently.

"Steve, are you ready?" I asked him.

"Yes."

"Okay, here goes." And I pulled it almost all of the way out and then slipped it back in him again. "You okay?"

"Yes."

I looked at Julie, who was just standing there grinning. She said, "So just go slow, at least until I get back. I need a fresh drink." And she was gone.

I began moving the dildo slowly in and out of our husband's ass and he actually let out another soft moan of pleasure. I was very much enjoying myself, especially now that knew he was okay—that it wasn't hurting him.

When Julie returned and asked how it was going, I told her, "I think he's enjoying it."

"Great! Now, take it up a notch.

I increased the pace a little, and then a little more. When I really started pounding it into him, he began thrusting his hips back to meet my thrusts. That gave me the courage to really start fucking him hard and fast.

After about 10 minutes of pounding the dildo violently into his ass, he groaned out "Jesus . . . Christ! Don't stop. I'm . . . going to cum." He reached for his cock and began stroking it furiously. Then he grunted loudly and began to cum. He let me know when it was over, so I stopped and pulled the dildo out of him. He rolled over on his back and we could see that he had totally soaked the sheet.

"Wow!" He said.

While I was taking off the strap-on, Julie went to him and cleaned his cock with her tongue.

* * *

When Steve got home from work on Monday, we had a wonderful meal ready for him, a T-Bone steak for him, cooked medium, and small filets for us, medium as well. We'd also steamed a big batch of frozen vegetables, and we had hot apple pie with ice cream for dessert.

Over dinner, he asked, "So what did you two do all day?"

I answered, "Well besides the normal housework, laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping, and dishes, we pretty much sat around and did nothing all day . . . oh yeah, we did eat each other's pussies for about an hour each and came three or four times each."

"Sorry I missed that."

Julie spoke up, "Don't worry, hun. We'll give you a nice long double header blowjob before you go to sleep."

"Now that's what I'm talking about. Is it about time for bed yet?"

"Anxious, are you? Sorry, but you'll have to wait until after we do these dishes and clean the kitchen."

Steve decided to go for a swim while we cleaned the kitchen. When we were done, Julie called to him to dry off and come inside. She said she had something she wanted to show him.

I had no idea what she was talking about, so I tagged along behind them as she led him upstairs. I had to chuckle when I realized what it was. She sat on the toilet with her leg spread and instructed him to kneel down in front of her. And then she immediately cut loose with a tremendous about of pee. "I've been saving that for you for a long time."

"I guess you have." He said in a low mumble.

When she was finished, she asked him, "Well, what do you think. Are you one of the guys who likes watching that or not?"

"Yes, I think I am."

Hearing that, she looked at me and said, "Okay then. From now on, when we need to pee, we have to invite him along to watch."

"Okay" I responded, and then added, "But he has to let us take turns holding him when he has to go."

She giggled, "Yeah, but it's more fun if he steps up to the shower door. That way, we don't have to just aim at one little toilet. We can play a little."

As promised, we gave our husband a wonderful double header blowjob that night and we each got a good mouthful of cum from him. Of course, we both shared it with him. He didn't protest.

* * *

Julie had planned something different for the three of us for after dinner on Tuesday.

She had me help her move the stuffed chair in the den over in front of the sofa. We had purchased a soft throw for the sofa and one for the stuffed chair, so we spread those in place. When she told me her idea, all I could say was "Oh yummy!"

When the time came, we led Steve into the den and had him sit in the stuffed chair. Julie and I sat side by side on the sofa in front of him. We drew our feet up, spread our knees and began playing with ourselves.

His eyes widened, so I spoke up, "Now, while you're watching us, we want you to jack off for us."

He looked absolutely stunned. "You want me to jack off? Why would I do that with two beautiful women available?"

Julie responded, "We're not available tonight . . . except to look at and watch, so it's time for you to get busy." And then she looked to me and said, "Gezzzzz, I don't understand why men are so shy about jacking off with his woman—women watching, but their quick to do it when their alone."

I said to her while looking at Steve, "I guess they just don't understand how erotic and exciting it is for us to watch them do it."

Hearing that, our husband gave in and started stroking his huge cock. Julie reached under a sofa pillow and produced two bottles of baby oil. She handed one to Steve, poured some from the other into her hand, and then gave that bottle to me. I followed her lead. Steve seemed happy to have the oil available and quickly spread it on his cock.

It wasn't long before Julie and I were both moaning. Every couple of minutes we'd turn our heads and kiss, making sure Steve had a clear view of our dancing tongues. "Nice" he said almost every time.

I was the first to cum, with Julie only a minute behind me. When I settled back down, I got more oil on my fingers and began again, this time teasing around my asshole with the oil.

Before I came for the second time, I worked one finger into my ass and used the fingers on my other hand to attend to my pussy and clit. That was a wonderful orgasm.

Steve was rock hard by then and stroking his big cock rapidly. I knew he would enjoy it after he overcame the initial embarrassment of having someone watch him do it.

Julie came twice more and me once more before Steve finally announced that he was going to cum. I was tempted, as I knew Julie was, to go to him and take his load in my mouth, but neither of us budged. I could see the disappointment on his face, but we were determined to stick with the plan.

Ropes of cum began flying out of Steve's cock in all directions. Most of them landed on his chest, but some missed to the left and right. When it slowed down, the rest pooled around his crotch and where his legs met his pelvis.

Only then did Julie and I go to him. We cleaned him up with our tongues and then sent him off to the shower. 

* * *

On Wednesday, we went to a sex toy store in a small strip mall Julie had found online. I marveled at all the gadgets and gismos and sexy clothing. We were in the store for almost two hours, with a sexy young woman showing us around and explaining the different toys to us. She quite enthusiastically explained different techniques to use with each one and made sure to let us know which were her favorites.

That evening when our husband arrived, we greeted him at the door. Each of us were wearing a leather studded collar and nipple clamps. They were the kind that allowed us to adjust the tension. We set mine to light and Julie's to medium heavy. They had chains connecting them. Steve was a little shocked at first, but then told us he thought it was very sexy.

At first, I winced when I would bend or turn and my tits would sway in different directions and the chain would tighten, causing the clamps to pull at my nipples. But after the first hour or so, I grew to enjoy it very much. I even tightened down the tension another two turns, bringing it to a solid medium.

When we went upstairs, Julie went into the bathroom and called for Steve to come in. When he got there, he found us kneeling side by side in the shower. Our butts were pointing toward him and the shower door was open.

We had started drinking a lot of water almost two hours before he got home, and then there was the tea we had with dinner. We had both had to fight hard not to let him see us squirming with need.

"What's this?" He asked when he saw us.

"Just a little special show we've prepared for you", and with that we both began flooding the shower floor, and our legs, with hot pee.

"Wow! Very, very nice." He said in amazement.

I was shocked when I felt his hand on my pussy, but I didn't stop peeing. I looked around and saw that he had his other hand on Julie. She squealed, "Oh, you naughty boy. Do you like that?"

"Yes" was his only reply.

"Maybe next time we'll pee on you then." I said with a chuckle.

"We'll see." He responded.

When we were finished, we stepped out and started the shower. When it was warm, we all three stepped in and rinsed off.

* * *

After our shower, we went to our bedroom and immediately knelt in front of Steve for some oral play. After licking and sucking him long enough to get him fully hard, I got up and took the cooking timer I'd hidden from the drawer of the bedside table.

Julie and I got on our knees side by side on the bed and began playing with our pussies to get them ready for him, and then we instructed him to take turns fucking us. I set the timer to two minutes and told him to start with Julie.

While he was fucking her, we kissed and I kept playing with my pussy and ass until I was very wet and ready for him. When the timer buzzed, I said "Switch" and handed the timer to Julie.

"You have to cum in both of us." Julie told him, "So when you start, you'll have to force yourself to switch."

"Okay."

The timer went off several times before Steve really started slamming into us. We knew he wasn't going to last long. And since we didn't let him take Viagra on work nights, it was going to be our pleasure to get him ready for round two. We knew he would last longer the second time.

Steve began cumming in me first, so he quickly switched over to Julie. When he was finished, we immediately climbed up onto the bed and got in a 69, sucking our husband's cum and juices from our pussies. When we were done, we each kissed him deeply, sharing the mixture with him. He never said so, but I think he enjoyed that.

We didn't give him time to cool down. We went straight for his cock and began licking and sucking him until he was fully hard once more. Then we got back on our knees on the bed and I set the timer for 5 minutes.

It was well over 40 minutes before he started to cum again. He was in Julie at that moment and quickly switched to me. When he was finished, I told him, "Now it's your turn to clean us up."

He heisted, but only for a second or two. He dropped to his knees and began licking and sucking his cum from my pussy. And then he moved to Julie and did the same. When he was finished, we got up and each gave him a deep kiss. I could taste the mixture of cum and pussy juice in his mouth.

* * *

When I put my nipple clamps back on Thursday morning, I left the setting the same for the first couple of hours, then tightened them down a little more. I loved the feeling, and I even tugged lightly at the chain from time to time. When Julie saw me do it, she chuckled and said, "Do that next time you're on the verge of cumming and you'll get a real shock. It will blow your mind.

Julie and I would sometimes play silly games during the day. That day, I clamped a leash onto Julie's collar and led her out into the backyard. After walking her around the yard a few times, I took the leash off her and we went for a swim.

We ended up making out in the pool, and later took turns sitting on the steps and eating each other's pussy. We chided the whole time about whether or not the neighbors were watching.

I got a shock when it was time for Julie to lead me around with the leash. Instead of clamping it on to my collar, she clipped it to the chain dangling between my nipple clamps. I made sure to pay attention and follow her very closely, but she would just laugh and give the leash an extra tug. It hurt, but in a deliciously erotic way that made my pussy tingle. It wasn't until then that I realized I'd forgotten to tug on the chain while cumming when she was eating me at the pool. I made a mental note not to forget it next time.

It was almost time for the mail to arrive. All week, I had donned a robe to go to the mailbox out by the street for the mail, but Julie dared me to go without the robe. I loved the idea, and my pussy tingled at the thought. I wondered what the mailman might do if I didn't wait until he was gone.

We watched out the window while he put the mail in our mailbox. Then we watched him deliver to the neighbor and the three houses in the cul-de-sac. Just as he was pulling up to the mailbox next to the one across the street from us, I headed out the door.

I had timed it perfectly. I was just retrieving our mail when he arrived at the mailbox directly across the street. I looked up from the envelopes in my hand to wave to him and show him a cheery smile. The poor man looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head. I turned and made a point to walk casually back to our door.

"Oh my gawd!" Julie screeched as she closed the door behind me. "I can't fucking believe you did that! It was so fucking hot!"

I grabbed her and kissed her hard. I was so horny I thought I was going to cum right then. I broke our kiss and immediately lay down on the carpet and spread my legs. "I need you to eat my pussy right now. Hurry!"

When her mouth was on me, I quickly grabbed the chain of my nipple clamps and began pulling on it. I came almost instantly . . . hard. It wasn't until my long, powerful orgasm was over that I realized just how hard I was pulling on the chain. My nipples were on fire. When I got my breathing under control, I removed the clamps, moistened my fingers and began gently massaging them until most of the pain subsided.

* * *

Over dinner that evening, we gave Steve a very descriptive accounting of our day. He responded with "Holy Shit!"

Actually, we did leave one thing out, and that was the part about us practicing for what we had planned for our bedtime fun that night. We didn't want to spoil the surprise.

* * *




And Sis Makes 3 Pt. 03



I mixed Steve a light drink. He protested, "It's a work night."

"I know, but I made it a light one."

When we got upstairs, we had Steve help us move the stuffed chair over near the bed. I moved the small table beside it over too and sat his drink on it. "Oh, I sense a show coming on." He said.

Julie and I giggled and she said, "Yes, but don't get comfortable just yet. You've got some work to do. And she took the two double headed dildos out of the drawer. One was very thick, and the other was much thinner.

She handed them to Steve, along with a bottle of baby oil. Then we got on our knees facing in opposite directions. I gave him our instructions, "Put the big one in our pussies—no need for oil. Then oil up the smaller one and put it in our asses."

"Nice." He said enthusiastically.

When the ends of both dildos were inside us, we moved back toward each other until our butts were touching. We were both fully impaled with the dildos. That's the part we'd had to practice. It wasn't as easy as one might think. I told Steve to sit back, relax and enjoy, and we started fucking ourselves and each other.

The feeling of having both holes filled at once was incredible, like nothing I'd ever experienced. I made a mental note to try a dildo in one hole while Steve fucks me in the other. I assumed that I'd like to try the dildo in my pussy first while he fucks me in my ass, but I'd have to try it both ways to determine which combination felt the best.

Even though the feeling was wonderful, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to cum from just fucking this way, so I alternated between rubbing my clit and pulling on the chain of my nipple clamps. My nipples were still very tender, so I made sure I didn't go overboard.

After several minutes of that, I finally felt the first pangs of orgasm starting to build. Julie had already cum twice, but I don't know if she was playing with her clit or not.

When I came, it was nice but not great. There was just something about the angle of the dildos that wasn't working for me. I finally told Julie I'd had enough. We slid the dildos out of us and went to wash up.

"It wasn't working for you, was it?" She asked me while we were rinsing ourselves.

"Not really—I mean I loved the feeling of having both holes filled, but the angle was just wrong."

"I think I know how to solve that. We'll let Steve fill up one of them."

"Yeah, I was already thinking about that, I'm just not sure how to do it."

"Don't worry, we'll figure it out."

When we finished our shower and dried off, we got Steve ready with our mouths. Then I got on my knees on the bed, Julie slid under me with the dildo. She put it in my pussy then told Steve to fuck my ass. He eagerly obliged.

After oiling himself up, he slipped his huge cock into my ass with relative ease. Then, when he started fucking me, Julie started fucking my pussy with the dildo. I came in less than five minutes, and it was a good one. I came again in two more minutes, and a third time in a couple of minutes after that. The third one really took it out of me. My whole body was shaking, and my arms could barely support my weight. I had to stop.

When Steve expressed his disappointment, Julie gladly offered to let him finish in her ass. He was slamming into her in less than a minute, and he didn't stop until he'd filled her ass with a huge load of cum.

Before going to sleep that night, Steve announced that he needed to pee, so we went with him. We directed him to the shower instead of the toilet. We let him get his flow started, and then I took over and aimed his pee all around the shower. It was fun and naughty. I loved it.

We all needed a shower before going to sleep anyway, so I stepped into the shower bent at the waist and said to Steve, my turn. When I began to pee, he stepped up behind me and held his dick out between my legs. "Next time, I want to fuck you." He said.

"Oh, our naughty husband wants to fuck us while we pee. Yummy."

* * *

We tried a new game Friday morning. I put on my nipple clamps, and Julie drove around the city with me sitting totally naked in the passenger seat. It was fun at the stoplights when men in taller vehicles were beside us. Finally, we got up on the highway, and then Julie pulled over and let the top down on the Mustang.

She made sure not to speed or break any other traffic laws, and at first, I pretended not to notice the people gawking. Before we pulled over and put the top back up though, I started smiling and even waving at them. It was more fun than the nudist camp for me, probably because it was more daring, but it still couldn't touch the time with the mailman.

Lying by the pool later, Julie and I tried to come up with some way I could satisfy my exhibitionist needs without getting arrested or raped.

"Well, there's less chance of you getting raped if Steve is with us, even if he is watching from a distance."

"But where?"

Finally, Julie came up with an idea that we both thought might work, if Steve would go along with it, and we both thought he would agree if we put it to him at the right time. We both giggled, knowing just when to put it to him.

* * *

During dinner, we again filled Steve in on our day, and afterward, we went into the den.

We mixed ourselves a drink and asked Steve to go take some Viagra. He grinned from ear to ear knowing that we must have something special planned for later.

As he headed upstairs, Julie called after him, "But don't pee. We want you to wait as long as you can." He responded only with a chuckle.

When he returned, he said to me, "You're really getting into the whole exhibitionist thing, aren't you?"

"Yes. Does that bother you?"

"It's just that I worry about you getting into some situation you can't control."

"Well, we were going to wait to talk to you about that until later. We've come up with a plan whereas I can be perfectly safe, and still enjoy myself."

"Oh really? And what is your plan?"

"Can we talk about it later? We had a plan for when to talk to you about it too."

He looked skeptical, but agreed to wait.

Before he finished his drink, I went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water. He chuckled when I handed it to him. "Are you doing okay?"

"So far, so good." He said with another chuckle. "I can't remember my bladder ever being under such scrutiny."

"Good, then mix yourself another drink when you finish that one."

* * *

It took almost an hour, two mixed drinks and three bottles of water for Steve to cry uncle. "I can't wait much longer." Of course, Julie and I had been drinking water since before he got home, and we were in need of release.

Julie let out a giggle, "Then it's time to go upstairs." She reached under the sofa pillow and pulled out the leash and the new attachment we'd added to it just for the night. It had an extension that allowed it to be clipped to two people at the same time. She clipped one to my chain, and one to hers. Then she handed Steve the other end. "Lead the way."

He looked hesitant. "Go on" I prodded him. "If it hurts us, then we should have been following you closer." And so he led us up the stairs. When we were in the bedroom, Julie and I knelt before him and started licking and sucking his soft cock.

"Now that's just mean." He scolded us.

We both giggled and I told him, "Don't worry, we'll have you hard in no time and then you can go pee."

When we had him fully hard, Julie said, "Now, lead us into the shower."

When he opened the shower door for us, we stepped in and started to turn around, but as we did, both of our chains nearly pulled our nipples off. I took the leash from him until we'd managed to turn around, then handed it back to him.

We stood against the far wall and said, "Now fire away. Just try to keep it out of our faces."

"Uh, I'm not sure I can control it that well."

I spoke up, actually not caring as much as Julie about that. "Just do what you can. If you get a little too high, we'll just have to deal with it."

It took him a while, but his slow stroking finally paid off. The first short spurt landed at our feet. The next had more volume and landed on my chest, the next on Julie's chest, and the next hit me squarely in the face.

"Oops, sorry." He apologized.

"Don't worry about it. I'm not."

Once he got it started, he managed to maintain a good stream that arched high in the air and cascaded down across our chests and stomachs. He lost a bit of control over his aim again when it came to the last several spurts. One hit Julie in the face and two hit me in the face. He saw me lick my lips, but I don't think Julie saw that. It was very salty.

When he was done, I told Julie, "I can wait if you need to go first."

She looked relieved and said, "Thanks".

For this, we had to remove the leash. Then I told Steve, "Come in here and fuck her now. He had to lift her a little and bend his knees, but he finally managed to get his cock in her. When he started fucking her, she let go her stream, only a little at first, and then it started gushing out of her.

Steve never slowed. He kept fucking her right through the full two minutes it lasted. When it finally stopped, he kept fucking her, but said, "Awesome."

"My turn" I said, lifting one knee so that he could curl his arm under it to lift me. When his arms were under both my knees, he lifted me off the floor with ease. I reached between us and guided his cock into me.

It took me a good while and a lot of concentration, but I finally managed to get my flow started. It splashed up on both of us with every thrust into me. It lasted around a minute before tapering off.

Julie took the shower head down and turned on the water with it pointing away from us. When the temperature was right, she put it back in its holder and we showered off. While we were toweling off, I said, "Gawd, that was deliciously naughty. It was incredible."

"I think you like doing naughty stuff." Julie said.

"Yes, yes I do. I'm hooked on that naughty feeling . . . and it's your fault."

When we were back in the bedroom, Julie and I went to our knees again and began licking and sucking his still raging hardon. We kept at it until we thought the time was right, and then we told him about our plan, knowing that he would have agreed to almost anything right then. He just chuckled and told us we didn't have to wait until he was about to cum to tell us—that he would have agreed anyway. He said, "I keep hearing about you showing off. It's time I see it for myself."

We finished the blowjob soon and went downstairs. Fresh drinks in hand, we headed for the pool. Steve took turns fucking us in the shallow end until he came again. He came in Julie, so she lifted herself up onto the side so that he and I could take turns sucking his load out of her pussy.

I was so excited about what we were going to do the following day, I couldn't contain my excitement. When he sat in his stuffed chair in the den to enjoy his drink, I knelt between his legs and sucked his cock back to life. I could take much more of him in my mouth by then, at least as much as Julie, perhaps even a little more.

When he was fully hard, I took four sofa pillows and positioned them in the middle of the floor, then I got on my hands and knees and begged him to fuck me as hard and long as he could. Which, after taking Viagra and already having cum twice, was a very long time.

* * *

Saturday morning started off with a bit of bad news. Julie started her period. We knew it was coming, but still. We decided it would be okay for us to wear panties when on our periods. I knew mine would be only a few days behind hers. Under other circumstances that would leave Steve with only blowjobs to get him off, but since we both loved him fucking us in the ass, he would still have options.

After breakfast for all of us, and a blowjob for Steve, we piled into the car and started the hour drive to the nearest State Park. It was large and had many miles of hiking trails through the woods.

I was getting more excited with every mile we drove. Julie and I were wearing shorts and halters. I wasn't wearing panties. Steve had on shorts and a polo shirt.

When we finally arrived, it took us almost an hour of hiking to find a suitable spot. There was a sharp curve in the path on a fairly sever upslope, with rocks and bushes on the inside of the curve. From behind the rocks, we could see through the bushes in both directions without being seen. It was the perfect spot.

I stripped off everything but my shoes and waited. We sat and watched as an older couple approached and then passed by. Fifteen minutes later, a group of three girls passed us. Finally, after we'd been there almost 45 minutes, two men, probably in their early thirties, came into view. They were coming up the hill and there was no one coming the other way.

I walked out onto the path on the opposite side of the curve from them and started walking slowly down the hill. I timed it nicely so that I met them in the middle of the curve.

"Whoa!" One of them said when he caught site of me.

When we were very close, I greeted them. "How are you two doing today? Are you enjoying your walk?"

"We are now." The other one said with awe in his voice as they stopped in front of me. I stopped too so that we could chat.

"Please pardon me for staring, but those are really nice . . . clamps." The first one said, his face turning bright red.

"Oh, thanks. I love wearing them. They make me feel deliciously naughty. And you don't have to apologize for staring. If I didn't like it, I wouldn't be walking around out here like this and talking to two completely strange men like this, would I? I just get a thrill out of showing off my body to strangers."

"Well, we're certainly glad you picked this path, but won't you get in trouble if you get caught?"

"Not too much, at least I don't think I would. A man would probably be put in jail, but women can get away with more. If I ask you a question, will you be perfectly honest with me?"

The first just nodded, but the second one said, "Sure."

Is it making you hard just standing here and talking to me like this while you stare at my body? Is that why you both have your hands in front of your crotches?"

"Uh, yes, ma'am . . . sorry."

"Oh don't apologize for getting hard. I consider it a compliment—maybe even a huge compliment, but I can't know that if you don't move your hands, now can I?"

As if following a script, they both lowered their eyes and then forced themselves to move their hands. "Oh My!" I said. "Very impressive. Well, thank you both, I mean it. Those are two huge compliments. I guess I'd better be getting along now . . . unless . . ."

"Unless what? We're in no hurry, are we Dave?"

"It's just that . . . well, doing this makes me so, so horny. I'm going to have to get myself off the second I get back to my car. The memory of this, of you two sweet guys would be much, much more delish and help me get off faster using my fingers if I could just . . . oh, never mind. I shouldn't ask."

"No really. What would make it better?"

"Well . . . if you really want to know. I'd really love to have just a five second peek at what I did to you. Would you mind, terribly?"

They looked nervously at each other for a brief second, and then one of them said, "Well, I guess turn about is fair play." He reached for the snap on his shorts, popped it and lowered his zipper. Seeing his friend do it seemed to make up the other one's mind and followed his friend's lead. Soon, both of them had their hard dicks out for me to see.

I decided to push my luck, but just a little, I put out my hand and said, "May I?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess." So I slid my fingers around his cock and said, "Very, very nice." And released it after only two or three seconds. I looked to his friend and he nodded, so I slid my fingers around his, "Very impressive." When I released his cock and stepped back, I said, "Thank you so much guys. You've been too sweet. If I wasn't married, I'd take you both into the bushes and suck those beautiful cocks of yours. But alas, I have to go take care of my wet pussy now. Bye guys, and thanks again." And with that, I continued down the path around the curve until I was out of their site.

After a few steps more, I turned and walked the short way along a deer path back to behind he rocks. "Are they gone?" I whispered. "Could you see and hear everything?"

"Yes, they're gone." Steve said, with a laugh. I'll bet they slip off into the bushes to jack off as soon as they can."

"My gawd, girl! That was about the boldest and hottest thing I've ever seen."

I looked at Steve, "Did I go too far?"

"Not at all, but for a minute there I was afraid you were going to blow them right there on the path."

I giggled, "It crossed my mind, but just for a fleeting second. I would never cheat on you two . . . and besides, those two cocks put together couldn't make half of yours, lover. We need to get home. I'm so horny I can't stand it. I wasn't lying to them when I told them what I was going to do when I get back to the car."

Julie laughed, "C'mon, you horny little exhibitionist cock teaser. Let's get you to the car so you can rub one out."

On the ride home, and after I came really hard within seconds of touching my clit, I told them both, "I have a confession. I came soon after we stopped and started talking. It was difficult not to show it, but I definitely came."

Steve and Julie both laughed out loud and then Julie said, "Hell, Steve had his cock out in the first ten seconds. He blew his load while you were still talking to them."

* * *

That night, we didn't fuck or suck, but we did do something fun before turning in for the night.

Julie and I tied Steve spread eagle to the bed using soft Velcro cuffs and straps we'd purchased. Then we blindfolded him. Next, I reached under the bed and pulled out the box we'd stashed there.

We sprayed whipped cream over is cock, and poured a generous amount of chocolate syrup on his abdomen. We sat the basket of strawberries on his chest, and then began eating them.

I dipped a strawberry in the whipped cream and ate it, dipped another one in the cream and put it to Steve's mouth. "Open up, lover."

After eating one dipped in the chocolate syrup, Julie dipped another and fed it to Steve as well. We continued this until all of the strawberries were gone. It was great fun. We untied Steve and we all took a shower together and went to bed.

* * *

After our coffee and breakfast Sunday morning, Steve and I led Julie into the den, and the three of us stood in the middle of the room.

"What's up?" She asked quizzically.

Steve spoke up, "We think it's time you give Deb her ring back." And he showed her the small blue box he'd been hiding behind his back. When he opened it, the smile on her face couldn't have been wider.

When she handed me my ring, Steve slid the new one on her finger. It was exactly like mine. As he was doing it, I said, "With this ring, we thee wed."

The End.



And Sis Makes 3 Pt. 04



Two weeks later, when we both had our periods behind us, Julie and I began running out of new ideas to keep Steve guessing what we'd come up with next. She and I asked him if he'd mind too much if we went to the nudist camp while he was at work. We thought maybe just getting out there might help us come up with some new things.

"Not at all." He quickly responded. "Just don't drink and drive."

"I don't need alcohol to get naked in public now." I told him, "I'm way past that."

"Okay then, you two have fun . . . while I'm slaving away trying to support the three of us."

He said that jokingly, and we took it that way. He made plenty of money as an Investment Banker to support us many times over.

We arrived at the nudist camp around eleven, checked in and paid our dues. Dotty suggested that we become members of the camp and join AANR if we were going to come back very often. When we told her we'd talk to our husband about it, she raised an eyebrow but didn't comment, So Julie told her, "Yes, we're both married to him. My last name is different only because Florida won't let us make it legal."

Actually, her papers were pending to have her name legally changed back to her maiden name, so hers would be the same as ours. That would simplify maters a lot.

"Nice." Dotty responded. "I wish Tom would find another wife to help me with the cooking and chores . . . and I could go to sleep when he's in the mood for sex and I'm not."

Julie had been right when she'd told me the men would pay a lot more attention to us without Steve there. They went out of their way to strike up conversations with us. They still tried to keep their staring from being too apparent, but some of them simply couldn't help themselves. When I caught one of them, he quickly apologized. I didn't tell him I enjoyed it. Instead I said, "Don't worry about it.

"Just don't let your wife catch you." Julie added with a giggle.

There weren't nearly as many people at the camp or in the pool on weekdays, so we were relaxing in the water when another man came over to us. "Weren't you two here a few weeks ago with a guy—I assume a husband of one of you?"

"Yes" Julie answered him, "But actually, we're both married to him."

He did little to hide his surprise. "Interesting, he's a very, very lucky man."

I laughed, "Yes his is, and thank you for saying it."

"You're welcome. Now, the reason I came over—wait, I'm Jake Carlson." After we introduced ourselves and each shook his hand, he continued, "Please pardon me for being so bold, and please don't be offended by what I'm about to ask, but one never knows unless he asks."

Julie giggled again, "Don't be shy. What's on your mind?"

"Well, there are some things out here—some 'activities' they don't tell you about at the office."

"Oh, do tell." I urged him to get on with it.

"At the far end of the road is a curve and mostly permanent residents. We have a very nice party room with a hot tub and things, and a group of us have parties there every Saturday night . . . sometimes more often."

Julie giggled, "I suspect these aren't Tupperware parties. Am I right?"

His face turned red, "Uh, well no . . . they aren't. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that you're invited—the three of you . . . anytime. It's a very nice place. Would you like to see it—that is, if you're into that kind of thing?"

I just shrugged, so Julie said, "Sure, why not?"

"My golf cart is right over there."

"Let us dry off and grab our shoes. We'll be right there."

It was a tight fit in the golf cart with all three of us in the front seat, but he didn't seem to mind at all hehe. And he wasn't kidding. It was a very nice place. It was a separate building in back of his double-wide mobile home. It was all wood—like in the design of a lob cabin inside and out. Inside the large room, the most prominent feature was a very large hot tub. Between the hot tub and the wall behind it was a large deck, level with the top of the hot tub. In the center of the deck was a pole—the same kind strip clubs have for their dancers.

The other side of the room had 4 stuffed leather chairs and 2 leather sofas arranged in a semi circle. There were 3 large screen TVs on the walls. In one corner was a shower—no stall, just a matt and drain. The floor of the room was tile, and there was another drain in the center of the room. In another corner was a toilet—again, no stall, and a small sink.

"Oh my gawd!" Julie and I both gasped in unison. "This is fantastic."

"Yeah" He said, "Most people like it."

"Don't worry about the toilet not being private. If you don't feel comfortable using it, or if you have to do more than pee, you can use the bathroom in the house."

"That's nice to know." I responded.

Julie spoke up while swishing her hand across the water of the hot tub, "So, Jake, if we were to attend one of your parties, would we be expected to fool around with anyone and everyone, or could we keep our playing just between the 3 of us?"

"Excellent question." He responded. Many in our group started just watching the fun and playing between themselves. Some have moved on to playing with others in the group, but some have not. They are all welcome to attend, if they obey the rules."

"Rules?" I inquired.

"We don't like it when people just want to watch us. If you attend, we would appreciate it if you would participate—even if it's with your spouse—spouses, in your case. Other than that, we only have 3 rules: First and foremost, 'No means No'. Second, you have to BYOB—even mixers and ice. And lastly, no bodily fluids in the hot tub. The rest of the place can be sanitized, and it is after every party, but the hot tub is more difficult."

Julie giggled, "No cumming in the hot tub. Got it."

"And that's why we put in the shower." He added with a chuckle.

I gave him his answer, "Well, we'll have to talk to our husband, but as far as I'm concerned, count us in."

"Awesome, now c'mon. I'll drive you back to the pool."

On the way back to the pool, Jake said people usually start showing up around 9 pm. And then he suggested we show up early and meet people as they come in, instead of several at a time or one right after the other. "Besides, it'll give you a chance to get to know us prior to things heating up."

* * *

We told Steve about the invitation, and he said he thought it might be fun, so we made plans to attend that coming Saturday. Steve then shocked me by suggesting we make another trip to the State Park during the day on Saturday, and then attend the party later that evening.

"Really?" I asked in an astonished tone.

Julie spoke up with a giggle, "If you'd seen him while he was watching you last time, you wouldn't be so surprised."

* * *

When Saturday came and we were driving out to the State Park, Steve shocked me again by saying right out of the blue, "Deb, Julie and I talked about it and we don't mind if you want to 'play' a little more if you feel like it."

I let that soak into my brain for a few seconds before saying, "Play . . . a little more, huh. What did you two have in mind?"

He shrugged and then said awkwardly, "Well, we didn't . . . we just thought you might want to . . . hell I don't know."

When I looked into the backseat, Julie was silently offering up her suggestion. She was making a jack off motion with her hand.

I thought about it the rest of the way to the park, but hadn't made up my mind by the time we got there. And even during the long hike up to "my curve" in the path, I still didn't know quite how I felt about the idea. I had no desire to "play" with anyone but Steve and Julie. The idea just didn't set well with me.

When two girls, probably in their early twenties came up the hill, I got an idea. I walked out onto the opposite side of the curve and, just as I'd done with the two men last time, I met them right in the middle of the curve. They lowered their eyes and tried to ignore me on the way by, but I stepped in front of them.

"Girls, on your way up the hill, did you by any chance see a man wearing a yellow polo shirt and white shorts, carrying some extra clothes? My husband is playing his idea of a practical joke on me. All I agreed to do was pose for one nude picture off in the trees. He took the damn picture and then scampered off with my clothes. He yelled back that they would be waiting for me in the car."

The girls both finally looked up at me. One giggled while the other just smiled. "Sorry, but we didn't see him. He's probably back where he took the picture looking for you."

The other girl hadn't taken her eyes off my tits the whole time, "Don't those" she said, pointing to my nipple clamps. "Don't they hurt?"

I chuckled, "They're adjustable. You can set them to whatever tension you like. I started out with them on a very light setting, but I've been setting them tighter lately. And when you're about to cum, a little tug on the chain will send you into outer space."

"Wow!" One said, but the other one was less shy. She said, "I can imagine. I know I like her to pinch or bite mine hard when I cum."

"Judy!" the other girl exclaimed as she hit her friend across the bicep.

The first girl looked at her shy friend and said, "Like she cares if we're bi!" And then she looked back at me, "Well, I'm bi. She's lez."

"Oh my gawd!" the shy girl half screamed. "I can't believe you're telling a total stranger about me—us."

"That's okay. Don't worry about it, hon. I'm very, very bi myself. In fact, we have a three way marriage. I have a husband and a wife and he has two wives etc..."

"Oh my gawd!" the less shy of the two exclaimed, "That's fucking awesome. So you have the best of both worlds, and your husband is living every boy's—man's fantasy. Fucking awesome!"

"Yep. My wife is very bi too, so we all get along great together."

"Gawd, I'm so, so jealous of you—I mean even other than your incredible body—but that too."

"Well, if I had a pen, I'd give you my number and we could have lunch sometime, but alas." I said, holding my arms out from my sides.

"I have one." The bi girl said, and quickly dug in her fanny pack and produced a pen. Then she held out her palm for me to write on. While I was, she said, "Perhaps you could bring your wife. We'd love to meet her."

I gave them each a tight hug, whispering to the lez girl, "Just be who you are, dear. It's a new world out there. People will accept you for who you are."

"Oh right!" She said, but not in a hateful way, "Try telling that to my preacher dad and my fucking prude of a mother. They're paying my tuition, and they'd cut that off in a New York minute."

"I'm surprised to hear that." I said flatly.

"What? That preachers and prudes wouldn't accept having a lesbian for a daughter?"

"No, not that—I totally understand that. I'm just surprised to hear that New York has its own version of a minute." And we all laughed and went our separate ways.

"That was fun" I told Steve and Julie when I was with them again behind the rocks. "Not like with the men, but oddly erotic."

"Where did you come up with that bullshit story?" Julie asked laughing.

"It just came to me while waiting for them to make their way up the hill. I didn't know what I was going to tell them until they were almost to me."

"It was brilliant." Steve praised, "The whole thing was fun to watch."

"But it didn't make him jack off." Julie said with a giggle.

"Well, if the right ones come along, maybe that will change."

* * *

It was over thirty minutes before we saw three boys coming up the hill. They were probably in their early to mid twenties. I hadn't counted on three, but it was getting late and we had a long walk back to our car. I made my move.

I liked the story I'd told the girls, and I decided it would be sexier if the guys didn't know I loved showing off. They were already elbowing each other and saying things I couldn't hear by the time we got close. "Hey guys . . ." And I repeated the story.

One of them said without looking up at my face, "Nope, sorry. We didn't see him."

"Oh well, I guess if he wants the whole fucking world to see me naked, he's going to get what he asked for. I'm tired of hiding in the bushes or behind a tree every time someone comes along. I hope you don't mind."

"I do." Said the one who'd been the boldest about staring at my body. "I was hoping to see some beautiful birds or a raccoon or something, but I guess you'll do."

One of the others caught on, "Yeah, same old boring shit, but I guess I'll suffer through it." That brought a fit of laughter from all four of us.

"You're too kind." I said, still laughing.

"Those have to hurt like hell." One of them said, pointing to my nipple clamps.

"Nah, they're not that bad. You get used to it. You should try it. They really intensify my orgasms, and I've heard they do the same for men. Wanna try them for a minute or two?"

"Ouch! I'll pass", which was echoed by the other two.

"That's 'contempt prior to investigation'", I scolded them.

"That's what?"

"What does that mean?" Another asked.

"Saying you don't like something before you've tried it. Hell, if I did that, I'd never have tried anal sex, or eating pussy, or any of the other things I've learned to love."

"You . . . you like doing those things—I mean, you don't do them just because your husband wants you to—you really enjoy it?"

"Gawd yes! I love my husband fucking my ass even more than he loves doing it. And my wife . . . her pussy is as sweet as honey. There are very few things in life more wonderful than the taste of a sweet pussy—except female cum, of course. That's even sweeter. I can cum just from tasting hers."

"Your . . . your wife? Is that what you said?"

"Yes, I'm in a three-way marriage. My husband has two wives, and I have—well you know—one of each."

"Holy shit! The one with the southern drawl exclaimed, "That's hotter than a branding iron."

"No shit!" The other two agreed almost in unison.

"Oh yeah, I keep forgetting that being with two women and watching them get it on is every man's fantasy. Actually, I'd never even thought about it until it just happened one night when I was a bit tipsy. So I tried it, and I was hooked instantly. If you don't believe me, you can ask my wife. He took her clothes too, but she still hides when someone comes along. She's hiding in the bushes right over there, aren't you, Julie?"

"Yeah, I'm here." She called out. "Please just get rid of them so we can go find Steve."

I was laughing inwardly at how quickly Julie thought on her feet—playing right along. When I looked back at them, I noticed for the first time that they were all tenting their shorts, but only one of them was trying to hide it. "Oh, I see all this talk about eating pussy and the fact that I love getting nailed in the ass is having an affect on the three of you, huh?"

One said, "Ya think?" 

"DUH!" The one with the drawl said, and then he added "Hell, I was half way there before we got to you. Nice bod."

The third, the shy one that was still trying to hide is hardon didn't respond at all.

"Guys, I've never been to college." I lied, "But I've heard some pretty wild stories about what goes on there. You three are in college, aren't you?" When they all acknowledged that I was right, I continued, "I'm sure you attend all sorts of parties, so I'm sure you get to see plenty of girls get it on, and I'm sure you've nailed some of them in the ass. Am I right?"

"Uh, well, no—at least not the parties we've been to—maybe in the bedroom some of that happened, but not out where we could see it."

"Oh really? I just assumed . . . oh well, so what do you do? I've heard about circle jerks. Is that what you do?"

Two of them acted shocked, but the one with the southern drawl spoke up, "Nah—once or twice maybe, but that's high school stuff. It's mostly younger guys who do that."

"Ahhhhh, I see. So you three are way past doing stuff like that, huh?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Oh well, that's too bad. I was hoping to see a circle jerk in person. I'd even be willing to provide the entertainment."

The shy one finally grew a pair and spoke up. "What kind of entertainment?"

"Hum, let me see. If me joining the circle jerk and participating in it by playing with myself isn't enough entertainment, perhaps I can convince my wife to come out here and we can make out for you and stuff. Would that get your interest?"

"Fuck yeah." The one with the drawl exclaimed.

Another one, the shy one asked, "In the bushes?"

"Hell no." I said firmly. "Right here in front of God and everyone. So, do we have a deal?" When they hesitated, I added, we might even help you a little, but just a little, mind you."

"What if someone comes along?"

"Hell, we can see them long before they get close enough to see what we're doing. I say we all go for it. Now get your shorts down and let me see those hard cocks."

When all three of their cocks were in view, I went from one to the other, giving each one a good feel and a few strokes. And then I yelled, "Julie, get your ass out here, and I mean right fucking now."

All eyes turned to the bushes, and Julie finally came climbing over the rocks, totally naked, of course.

"Awesome!" and "Holy Shit!" and "Fucking A" were the responses.

"Julie, hon, these young men think it might be a bit fun to see us make out and stuff. They all need a good cum right now, so what say we help them out a little."

"My, my" She said, appraising the three hard cocks on display. She walked over to them and reached out her hand, closely examining each cock in turn. She gave each one several firm strokes before releasing it. "Very nice. I guess three beautiful cocks like these deserve some release, so yes, we should give them something to jack off about." And with that, she stepped up to me and we engaged in a deep kiss, her hand finding my pussy immediately and rubbing it.

When we turned back toward them, Julie slid her arm around my waist and I brought my hand up to grope her near breast. We kissed again briefly, and then Julie said in a sexy purr, "Gawd, I can't wait to see them all cum. I'm already so horny I'm going to need a good pussy eating later."

I responded, "You won't have to ask me twice, but I do have one question?"

"What's your question, sweetie?"

"Is our husband going to be fucking that big hard cock of his in your ass or mine while we eat each others wet pussies?"

"Mine, I hope. I love it when he fucks my ass hard and fast."

"Ummmmmm, me too."

It was about that time, guy number one came, with guy number two only a minute behind him, but even after another two full minutes past that, the last one, the shy one, still hadn't cum. Julie and I were working it hard. We were talking dirty to him and playing with each other in front of him, but nothing seemed to work. Finally, Julie walked up to him and cupped his balls, drawing his free hand to one of her tits. That did it. She barely stepped aside in time to keep from getting splattered with his flying cum.

* * *

Back in the car, Julie put her hand on Steve's shoulder, "Well, did you jack off to that?"

"Honestly, no, but it was fun, and funny, and I enjoyed the hell out of it."

"Me too" I said with a chuckle. "I think the new story worked better than just telling them I love people seeing me naked."

"I did too, but one thing struck me."

"Oh?" Steve raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

"I'd almost forgotten what the average cock looked like. The largest of them was barely more than average."

I chuckled, "Well, if all cocks were huge, our husband wouldn't be awesomely special."

"You've got that right, sweetie."

"Oh, I get it now." Steve chirped in, "I'm nothing but a big ole piece of meat to you two."

"Oh no, baby . . . you're much more than that to us. You also have a very talented tongue." And we all laughed out loud.




And Sis Makes 3 Pt. 04



* * *

We got home in plenty of time to give our husband a nice slow blowjob, and then prepare for the party by first taking a very nice, hugging, spooning, nap. Then we got up and took a shower. Afterward, Steve stood in his closet and called for us.

"What is it, hon?"

"I need help. I can't decide what I should wear."

We all laughed long past the time when our sides started cramping.

Thirty minutes later, we headed for the nudist camp.

* * *

We arrived at the camp in plenty of time to check in and go for a long walk, stopping to chat with all of those who had seen us there before. We found out that many of the regulars and all of the permanent residents hold back from interacting too much with new people. They are all skeptical of a newbie's motives for being there, especially the males. They naturally suspect that first time visitors are there just to gawk at naked people. But if they have seen you there before, they start to warm up to you and come to believe you are there for the same reasons they are. Many of them were seeing the three of us for the second time, and Julie and I for the third time, so they were a lot friendlier.

Only when it was close to time to head to "Rowdy Ridge", the area where Jake lived, did we let Steve take some Viagra. Julie and I wanted everyone to see and understand just how talented he was with his huge cock. Since he'd already cum once, we knew he'd last as long as he wanted. After all, it wasn't just a pride thing for him. It was for us as well. We wanted every male at the party to be jealous of him—not only for having two sexy wives, and not even for having such a huge wonderful cock, but also for what he could do with it. And we wanted every female to be jealous of us for having him.

Jake's wife Barb greeted us at the door with warm hugs. She kept saying over and over how happy she was that we decided to accept their invitation. After giving us the nickel tour of their home, she turned to us and became very serious, "You need to know something before going out to the party room. Jake has explained to all the regulars that you three are married, and that you don't want to play with others at this point. We never know who is going to show up, but either Jake or I will explain it to everyone who shows up. We just don't want you to worry that someone didn't get the message. I hope you have a wonderful evening, and if there is anything you need, just let either Jake or I know."

The whole conversation was kind of surreal. Here was this very sweet, white-haired lady, probably on the far side of 65, telling us she hoped we enjoyed their orgy. If I'd seen it in a movie, I'd have thought the writer was well off his rocker—or at least he was making a spoof movie.

Finally, we went out to the "Party Room". Jake was there making last minute preparations for the party. "Hey you guys!" He said in an excited voice. Then he walked up to Steve, "I'm Jake, your host for the evening . . . and we hope most of the night."

Steve shook his hand and turned his attention to us, "This is-"

"Julie and Debra—Deb, it's nice to see the two of you again. I'm so glad you three decided to come. I'm sure you won't regret it for a second. Please do me and Barb the honor of considering our home yours—anything you need at all, just let us know."

"Wow" I mumbled when we were out of earshot. I'm guessing they don't get a lot of newbies to attend."

"Or just not hot ones like the two of you" Steve added.

"Uh hum." I corrected him, "The three of us. Barb didn't take her eyes off your cock for five seconds during the tour of the house, but I've got news for her: She ain't getting any of it."

"Thank you." Steve added with a chuckle. I'm not into geriatrics."

* * *

As each couple showed up, Jake introduced us. Without exception, every one made some comments about my nipple clamps, and each time, Julie would tug very gently at the chain and say something like, "You should see what this does to her when she cums." And, almost without exception, they responded with something like, "We hope to see that, many times before the night is over."

There was a lot of small talk in the hot tub. Most of them wanted to know what it was like having a three-way marriage. Every woman we met claimed to be very bisexual. Every man we met during that time expressed to Steve how lucky he was. Bla, Bla, Bla. We had expected a lot of that.

There was one couple who showed up about an hour after us who caught our attention . . . especially Steve's. Hanna had tits that made both Julie and I jealous. It was like she had two volleyballs glued to her chest, and we could tell they were real. She was 30ish, an Amazon looking creature, maybe 6'2", and with everything in proportion . . . except for those outrageous knockers. I had to force myself to resist reaching out and touching her enormous firm rack, so I know Steve was struggling twice as much. His cock twitched noticeably when he first saw her. She was with an older guy, perhaps 60, white hair, but not in bad shape for his age. It was an odd mismatch to say the least.

When she introduced herself and her "date", it was all the three of us could do to keep from laughing out loud. "Hi, I'm Hanna and this is Doug. I'm very bisexual. He is mostly straight, but he will suck a cock if I tell him to."

Julie couldn't pass that up in a million years, "Hi, I'm Julie. This is my husband, Steve, and this is my wife, Deb. She and I are very bisexual, and Steve gets all he can handle from us . . . and us from him and each other. Oh, and by the way, awesome rack. I'll trade you mine for yours."

As it turned out though, Hanna wasn't an airhead. She didn't just take the compliment, or seem offended by the disguised warning to keep her hands off Steve. She took the high road. "Yeah, I know they look good to someone who doesn't have to carry them around every day." She lifted both of her huge tits up with her hands, "Trust me, girl, you don't have the shoulders to hold these babies up. You may think I'm lying, but I'd trade you in a heartbeat. I love the way yours sit on your chest."

Julie, stepped up and gave her a full body hug. If Hanna hadn't bent to receive Julie's hug, I'm sure Julie would have gotten a face full of tits. "If we could meet in the middle, we'd both own the world, wouldn't we?"

"You've got that right, dear."

* * *

An hour and a half into the party, a couple showed up that made all of us do a double take. I thought for sure Steve had met his match. This guy, Ron, who everyone called "Flipper", had a horse cock hanging between his legs that made my jaw drop. It was fucking huge. Of course, we found out later that it was all show. I had to giggle the first time I saw him hard. It was exactly the same size hard as when it was soft.

Steve remarked with a hint of relief in his voice, "Ahhh, he's a shower, not a grower." I didn't know until Julie explained it to me later that a "shower" is a guy who just has it all hanging out there from the start. When he gets hard, it just gets hard. It doesn't grow. Steve's cock was almost as impressive as Flipper's when soft, but when he got hard, he grew to a much greater size. It made me very proud later when I heard more than one gasp of awe from the other . . . um . . . ladies.

I discovered early on that there was a position I liked that made me cum many times in a few short minutes. I'd never done it before, but necessity is the mother of invention, or so I've heard.

The party was heating up, and the three of us were still in the hot tub just watching things unfold. Watching all the sucking and fucking made me horny as hell, so I asked Steve to fuck me.

"Okay." He agreed, "How and where?"

I learned later that he had meant, "Hard and fast, or gentle and slow, pussy or ass?", but that's not how I took it. I took it to mean "In the hot tub, the deck, under the shower, on the wrestling matt on the floor, or in one of the stuffed chairs. "Get on your back on the deck with your legs dangling in the hot tub." I instructed him.

When he was in position, I straddled him backwards so that my ass was pointing toward his head. "You do the honors." I instructed. I wanted to fuck him and watch all of the action in the room at the same time. I found that very exciting.

When I looked over toward one corner of the wrestling matt, I saw Hanna on her knees. She was straddling a man—I couldn't see who, and she was riding his cock. Jake knelt behind her and without ceremony, stuffed his cock to the hilt in her ass. She crooked a finger to Alan, a 40ish looking man with an obese wife, Judy. He knelt to one side and she began sucking him. Still not satisfied with that, she begged Alan's wife to join them, and she immediately began playing with Judy's pussy.

While watching all of this, I was rocking back and forth on Steve's cock. It was like he was fucking me doggie style, but I was on top. That was a first for me, and I loved it, especially when he worked a finger into my ass.

Julie came to me and we began kissing while she kneaded my swinging tits. It wasn't long before I became lost in a powerful orgasm. I grunted, "OH GAWD!" I assume very loudly, because when I was still recovering, I heard some hoots and hollers and a brief round of applause. Looking around, I realized that many in the room were watching us. I knew the alcohol was starting to get to Steve when I heard him do his best Elvis impersonation, "Uh, thank you. Thank you very much."

Steve said he needed a break and a fresh drink, so I crawled off him and slid back into the hot tub.

When he walked across the room, his massive cock still pointing upward and leading the way, I heard one woman say, "Oh my gawd! He should have a 'pick a number' stuck to his chest. I'd get there early to get in line." Of course, hearing that made me swell with pride. When I glanced Julie's way, her expression mirrored mine. She showed me a wink and a knowing grin.

It wasn't long after that until Julie was sitting on the edge of the hot tub leaning back on her hands. I was eating her pussy and tonguing her ass with lustful enthusiasm and she was grunting and tossing her head from side to side. From somewhere behind us, I heard a female voice say "Next", but I ignored it and concentrated on what I was doing.

After several orgasms, Julie and I switched places. Steve stepped into the hot tub and began fucking Julie from behind as she ate me. 

The whole room smelled of sex. We decided to move to the matt to make ourselves more a part of the group. We all three felt like we had been keeping our distance from the others.

Steve was at his best, fucking both Julie and me again—for at least 20 minutes each.

Finally, when both of us were totally exhausted and totally satisfied, we had Steve lay on his back on one side of the matt. We gave him a very long, very slow and sexy blowjob. While we were tending to Steve, two other women lay down on the matt, one at Steve's head and one at his feet. Julie and I were on each side of him. They were talking to each other right past us.

The one at his head said, "Gawd! Just look at that wonderful cock." And then the other one said, "I'd sell my soul to the devil to feel that inside me."

The first one let out a laugh, "The devil already has your soul, babe."

"Yeah, but I'll bet he doesn't have a cock like that."

Julie made eye contact with me, and I'm sure mine showed the same sense of pride hers did. And I very, very much enjoyed the two women watching us from up close like that. It made giving our husband a blowjob even more exciting, if that was possible.

When he finally shot his load, just like at home, we each took our share, and then kissed him, before kissing each other deeply.

"My, my, you two have trained him well. Does he go down on you after fucking you?"

I looked around and was shocked to see that the voice belonged to Jake's silver-haired wife, Barb. I don't know why, but I just couldn't answer. Apparently neither could Julie. Steve finally stepped up and responded, "Yes on all counts. They have trained me well . . . and I love every minute of it."

"Oh! I need you to talk to Jake for me." She said with a silly giggle. "He won't go down after cumming inside me, and he won't let me kiss him after taking his or anyone else's cum in my mouth.

"That's a pity." Julie responded in a sympathetic tone. "Next time he refuses, cut him off for a few months. I'll loan you a vibe to keep you company until he comes to his senses."

She laughed out loud, "Honey, I have a whole drawer full of vibrators. At this point in our lives, if I cut him off for several months, he'd barely notice. Of course, it's difficult to cut a man off if you don't know where he's getting it. The older ladies out here all have a thing for him."

A funny thought hit me, so I told her, "Tell him Julie and I really found him attractive, and perhaps sometime in the future we would put him at the top of our list if we ever decide to take things to the next level. But we won't put him on that list at all until we hear from you that he's gotten over that silliness."

Julie caught on to my game, "I'll never fuck or suck a guy that won't share his cum with me. Tell him I said he's acting like a silly teenager and he needs to grow up."

I tried to imagine Barb having sex, but I just couldn't go there in my brain. Not that I was naïve enough to think that older women don't do it, but I just didn't want to conjure up a mental image of this particular sweet old lady on her hands and knees screaming at the top of her lungs, "Oh yes, baby, ram that hard fucking cock into me." I just couldn't go there mentally. I did watch her give two different guys blowjobs, and eat one pussy. That was difficult enough for me to watch, but I managed.

* * *

When we were ready to leave and were making the rounds, more than one of the ladies groped Steve's cock during their hug. None of the men dared that with Julie or me. Every hug was very platonic—that is until we said good night to Hanna. When she hugged me, being much taller, her monster tits hit my chest above mine, even with her bending over. She smashed them into me and leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Do I at least get a kiss before you go?"

Fortunately, Julie heard her and came to my rescue, "Oh yummy, a three-way girl kiss. And with that, the three of us hugged tighter and kissed, our tongues out so that everyone could see. I could sense the disappointment in Hanna. She hadn't gotten what she wanted, but the rest of the room sure did. Everyone was hooping it up, even the ladies.

* * *

"Deb" Julie called out. I was enjoying a nice morning swim while Julie was inside fixing us some turkey sandwiches.

"Are the sandwiches ready?"

"No, but your phone rang. I didn't get to the den in time to answer it, but the caller ID said it was Jonathan."

"Oh right. It's Wednesday." Jonathan was our pool man. He always called a few minutes before arriving at our house. He was a handsome young man of 25 with a very nicely toned body. "Wanna have some fun?" I asked her.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Leave the patio door open." And then I crooked a finger for her to join me in the pool. When we heard the door bell inside the house, we ignored it. I quickly slid up onto the top step and spread my legs. Julie knew what I wanted and immediately moved in and started eating my pussy. We both pretended not to hear the latch click on the side gate.

I had my head tilted back and my eyes closed wondering how long Jonathan would watch before announcing his presence. It must have been a struggle in his brain, but the gentleman in him finally won out. After only about 30 seconds, he cleared his throat loudly. I opened my eyes, turning my head his way. Julie just kept eating me.

"Ooops, sorry." I said as I pushed Julie's head away. "We have company."

Julie showed Jonathan a big smile on her way by him to the patio door, stopping long enough to dry herself before going in. I was on my feet and walking to him when I said, "Sorry, I left my phone inside. I hope you're not too upset."

He was trying unsuccessfully to keep his eyes on mine. "You're kidding, right?" He finally managed.

"Well, maybe just a little. Would it bother you if I catch some sun while you're doing your thing—with the pool, I mean?"

He chuckled, "Not at all."

So I walked lazily over to a lounge chair and lay down on my back. The whole thing was hot as hell, especially since I was still horny from having Julie's mouth on me. I just closed my eyes, wondering every second if he was looking at me.

When he left, I immediately ran into the house and begged Julie to eat my pussy. I came within 10 seconds, and again a minute later."

* * *

I was standing, my feet a comfortable distance apart because I didn't know how long I was going to be there. The soft Velcro cuffs were around my ankles and wrists, and long ropes around a tree on either side of me held my arms outstretched and my feet from moving closer together.

We were back in the State Park, but not on the path this time. Steve had found a nice area that couldn't be seen by anyone walking the path approximately 30 yards away. Steve and Julie were in a cozy hideaway in the bushes only 20 yards to one side. They could see both me and the people coming up and down the path.

I watched for his signal. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I saw Steve's hand emerge from the bushes. He was holding up two fingers. I paid close attention, and he finally waved his hand.

"Help me please." I called out, "Can anyone hear me? Hello?"

As the two men came around some bushes and saw me, I called to them, "Finally, thank God! Will you please help me?"

When they were closer, I started telling them the same story I'd used before, "I just agreed to do this for one quick picture, but the asshole took my clothes and left me here."

I put them in their early 30s. They were both nice looking and well built with huge bulging muscles. I assumed they were body builders or athletes. My pussy tingled when one of them said, "I don't know, Stan. What do you think? Should we help the lady, or leave her like this for her husband to come back and get her when he thinks she's had enough?"

"This reminds me of a joke." The other one said. "A cowboy was riding through the hills and happened upon a naked woman staked out spread eagle on the ground. She told the cowboy that Indians had burnt their wagon, killed her husband, and they had all raped her. Then she saw the cowboy unbuckling his belt. "Ma'am, this just isn't your day."

I had to force myself not to laugh, even though I did think it was funny. "Ha Ha, very funny. So are you going to help me or not?"

Stan looked at his partner and then back to me, "Sure, but you're still going to be stuck out here in the woods naked until he comes back for you. And secondly, I think a good deed like this should deserve some kind of reward, don't you, Ken?"

"Gezzzzzzzz." I tried my best to sound frustrated. "What kind of reward. I obviously don't have any money on me." My heart sped up and my pussy became so wet I'm surprised it didn't start dripping out of me. I couldn't wait to hear his answer.

He scratched his chin and made a show of considering the options. Finally, he said, "Well, a blowjob would be nice, or you could just let us cop a feel or two—even though we could do that before we untie you, whether you agree or not."

"You wouldn't dare!" I challenged him.

"Nah, you're probably right. I was just stating the obvious."

I guess both of them thought they'd openly stared at my body long enough. They looked at each other, shrugged, and began removing the Velcro cuffs.

When they'd freed me, I said to them, "Oh thank you." showing them both a huge smile. "So, now . . . you can have your reward—the feel—not the blowjob."




And Sis Makes 3 Pt. 04



Stan shook his head, "Nah, I was just yanking your chain." And then he realized what he'd said and we all started laughing.

"I love getting my chain yanked, but only when the time is right—when I'm cumming hard. But the offer still holds for the reward. You've done me a really big favor, so I don't mind. Of course, I'll tell my husband you took your reward in advance without asking. We'll just see how he likes hearing that his wife got felt up by two perfect strangers."

A second later, Stan stepped up to me and put both of his hands on my tits. He gave them a squeeze or two, and then stepped back, motioning Ken to do the same.

When Ken was done, they both headed back to the path, but after only a few steps, Stan looked back over his shoulder and said, "By the way, your husband is over there in the bushes. I'd go kick his ass for you, but I like his style." And then he cupped his hands around his mouth and called out in the direction of the bushes, "Dude, nice gag to pull on her, and by the way, she has great tits." And they both left, laughing their asses off.

* * *

We tried a new position that night, and we all three loved it. We had Steve lay on his back. I straddled him and lowered myself on his huge cock until I was fully impaled. Julie straddled his head facing me. He was eating her and tonguing her ass while I fucked him. Julie and I were facing each other and could kiss and fondle each other at will. It was incredible.

Before falling asleep, I thought about the first two times in the State Park with the strange men. I loved watching their reactions when I would go on and on about loving to eat pussy and how I loved to get fucked in the ass. I think that turned them on as much or more than staring at my naked body.

* * *

The following morning at breakfast—Sunday, Steve asked us, "Do you two have anything special planned for us today?" When we said we didn't, he shocked both of us by saying in a very mater-of-fact tone, "Well, I was kind of hoping we'd do the ass thing again—with the strap on and everything."

Julie's jaw dropped, as I'm sure mine did. I was the first to recuperate enough to respond, "We'd love that, wouldn't we, Julie?"

She nodded, "I want to fuck him this time, okay?"

"Okay, but this time he's not going to have to jack off at the end of it. I want to have his cock in my ass when he cums from you fucking him."

When she agreed, our husband said with a chuckle, "Yummy."

* * *

That afternoon, we all used disposable enemas, and then we gave Steve a nice blowjob. We wanted him to be able to last for what was to come. Then, after giving him time to recuperate, I prepared Julie's ass with the baby oil and the larger of the two vibes—after tongue fucking her ass, of course. While Steve was fucking her in the ass, I began preparing my ass for the invasion of his huge cock.

After he'd been fucking her for over 15 minutes, I scooted over until I was lying beneath him on my back. I wanted to be able to see everything. I was flat on the bed, but I reached around my hips and spread myself open for him. After a few attempts, and after pulling a pillow under my butt, he finally managed to penetrate my ass.

Gawd, that was incredible. Julie was doing all the work. She was rocking him forward and pulling him back. It was like she was fucking me. I made a mental note that I would get her to fuck me in the ass with the strap on sometime.

In this position, Steve couldn't penetrate my ass as deeply as he could when I was on my knees, and with Julie controlling the rhythm, he couldn't really pound it into me, but it was great nonetheless.

The one thing that struck me was that I could watch Steve's face while he was getting nailed in the ass. Sometimes, he had a strained, almost wincing look on his face—the same as when he was just about to cum. Other times, his eyes showed a look of pure lust.

Just before he started cumming, he half screamed to Julie, "Stop!" The strap on dildo was buried deep in his ass. When he began moving in and out of me, I realized, quite to my intense pleasure, that he wasn't fucking me so much as he was fucking himself back onto the dildo. Julie held firm and let him set the pace. His thrusts were almost violent going back, and somewhat slower and less powerful when thrusting forward into me—just the opposite of when he was fucking us, but of course, he wasn't. He was fucking himself.

Steve came for a very long time, and when he was finished and had slid his cock out of me, he immediately slid me up on the bed, raised my hips and began licking my oozing ass. He was still moving slowly back and forth onto the dildo while he sucked his cum from my ass.

* * *

The End (For sure this time hehe).



And Sis Makes 3



Finally, Julie said "Ok, buster. Get out of bed and let Deb have that spot. She took one of the pillows that Steve had been resting on and told me to raise my hips. She then placed the pillow under my buttocks, but far enough up to keep it from being below my pubic area. Then she forced my knees up and apart.

As I had predicted, my husband's cock was standing up proudly and twitching for attention. Just the sight of him standing there got me wet. He's 6'1" with broad shoulders and a muscular chest. His arms and legs were toned and firm as well. He had short black hair, and the most loving blue eyes you can imagine.

When Steve was between my legs, Julie pulled my knee up and over her back so that she could get closer. She reached out and trailed a fingertip along the outer edges of my lips. "Start here. Very gently lick all around, but don't touch her clit or try to slide your tongue between her lips. Just go slow and gentle at first."

I watched as my husband obeyed her instructions to the letter. I let out a low moan to let both of them know I was enjoying what he was doing.

"Now, lightly run your tongue between her lips, but don't touch her clit—not yet. That will come later. That's it... just like that. Now go between them a millimeter farther each time or two. Yes, just like that. You're a great student, baby brother."

"Yes he is." I said in what I hoped was a sexy purr.

Then Julie continued her coaching, "Now, take one of her lips between yours and gently lick and suck on it and then the other. That's it. Do you like that, Deb?"

"Gawd yes!" I practically screamed.

Julie giggled and my husband let out a chuckle. Now run your tongue up and down between her lips a few times."

After he'd done that, she instructed him again, "Now lick farther up. You can lick her clit now, but don't linger on it too long. Every now and then, suck her lips into your mouth and gently nibble on them with your teeth."

The first time he did that, an unintended moan escaped me. The sensations were just too much to keep inside.

"Um, she likes that. You'll need to remember that for future reference. But right now, wiggle your tongue down into her pussy a few times so you can taste what you're doing to her."

When Steve had complied, she asked, "See, sweet as honey, isn't she?"

I heard Steve moan out a muffled "Uh huh". It gratified me to know that my husband approved of the way my pussy tasted.

"Now, back up to her clit. You need to start applying more pressure with your tongue now. Do circles around her clit, then over it, and then back down inside her. Keep repeating that until she lets you know she's getting close. Then I'll tell you what to do."

I could barely keep my butt on the pillow. I was already close to orgasm, it's just that she kept him moving around so much I couldn't quite get there. I needed to let her know, so I half moaned, half shouted, "Gawd! I'm already close. I need to... need to cum now."

Quickly, Julie instructed him, "Move to her clit and suck it into your mouth, then flick your tongue over it firmly and as fast as you can."

Steve obeyed, but I just couldn't get over the top. I needed something. If I knew what, I would have told them, but I didn't have a clue. Finally, thankfully, Julie said, "You're loosing her. We can't let her fall off the mountain. Move over."

My husband quickly backed away and his sister took his place. Her mouth was on me in a flash, and my clit was between her teeth. The more pressure she applied with her teeth, and the faster her tongue flicked it, the higher I rose. I felt my butt rise up and Julie's hands around my thighs holding her in place. And then it started. I felt it building until I screamed out "Harder!" And I felt her teeth close tighter and even tighter until I felt a blissful mixture of pleasure and pain.

My orgasm burst out in all directions from my clit. I needed it to last and I was afraid Julie would back off or ease up, so I grabbed her hair and pulled her hard to me. The only words I could get out were "Gawd!" and "Harder!"

A second explosion rocked me, and then a third. Seconds later, the forth and even larger one hit me and I lost consciousness.

* * *

When my world came back into focus, and with my eyes still closed, I could hear Julie explaining to her brother, "It wasn't you, hun. There was something I didn't tell you because I was afraid you might injure her. You'll have to learn it though, so we'll do it next time."

"What?" he practically pleaded.

"Teeth clamped on her clit, but you'll have to learn to pay attention to her, and take the cues from her as to how hard to bite. I knew when she grabbed my head and pulled me to her harder that she hadn't hit the big one yet and she was desperately struggling to get there. So, I clamped down even harder, and that did the trick."

"Wow!" Steve said in amazement.

"Wow is the understatement of the year." I said while showing them both a very satisfied grin.

Julie crawled off the bed and announced, "I have to pee."

When she was in the bathroom I said to my husband, "You did really great for your first time. I'm sure you would have got me there if she'd told you what to do."

"I'm not so sure. I probably would have been too afraid of hurting you, but now that I know, I'll force myself to try."

Until then, neither Steve nor I had noticed that Julie hadn't closed the bathroom door. We could hear her pee splashing into the toilet, and apparently she could hear our conversation, because she yelled out, "Don't worry, I'll help him through it as many times as you want... just remember, you owe me something."

When she appeared after flushing the toilet, she crooked a finger to me to come in the bathroom with her. Once inside, she closed the door, looked me straight in the eye and whispered, "I want to feel his marvelous cock inside me."

Her words shocked me enough that I couldn't think or speak for a few seconds, but when I could, I told her, "I'm not sure he would agree to that."

"So, you're saying you'd be okay with it, if he agrees to do it?"

"I'm not sure. I mean... after what we've already done today, I guess that's not a big step farther—so yeah, I guess I don't mind, if he doesn't."

"Good then. I'm going to take a quick shower while you go talk to him. When I come out, just give me a thumbs up or down so I'll know."

* * *

"Steve, Dear... you know Julie has opened up a whole new world for us today, even if she did have to drag us into it kicking and screaming. She's given us gifts that will last for the rest of our lives, and she may even have more up her sleeve to show us."

"She said you owe her something. What does she want?"

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, gathered my nerve and then told him straight, "She wants you to fuck her."

His eyes shot open, "But she's my sister."

"Yes, she is your sister, the same sister you watched shave my pussy and then get me off with her mouth... after you dared her to. She's the same sister who taught me how to give you a proper blowjob... and then helped me do it. I didn't hear any protest from you about that. And she's the same sister who you watched get a mouth full of your cum and share it with me. Oh, not to mention that she's the same sister who just taught you how to eat pussy, and then got me off with her mouth a second time."

His face softened, "So, you don't think fucking her would be over the line?"

I let out a chuckle, "After all we've already done, I'm not sure there is a line."

"We'll, in that case okay, sure. I'm a man with hard dick, and she's a sexy woman. Why wouldn't I agree to fuck her, if you're okay with it?"

I let out a wild giggle, "That's my horny man." It was just then that I glanced down and saw that my husband's cock was standing straight up and twitching. As I was sliding to the floor and maneuvering myself between his legs, I told him, "I'm going to practice some of what I've learned today. When she comes out of the bathroom, just give her a thumbs up. She'll know what that means. Just remember one thing."

"Oh, what?"

I slid both hands around his massive cock, kissed the tip, and then grinned up at him. "I expect you to save some of this for me tonight. Pussy eating is one thing—one great thing—but it will never replace having this inside me."

"Deal."

I was very busy "practicing" when I heard the bathroom door open. I glanced up to see my husband giving his sister two thumbs up. And I heard her exclaim, "Yummy!"

* * *

When I got to my feet, I realized that neither Julie nor I had touched the drinks we'd brought upstairs, and the ice was melted. I pointed that out to Julie and we immediately took up our drinks and headed downstairs.

"Hey! What about me?"

Julie just giggled and I told him, "Don't worry, we'll bring you one too."

Downstairs, Julie asked me, "Well, did he take much convincing?"

"Nah, not much. Once I told him I was okay with it, he pretty much jumped at the chance." And then I added, "And so did his cock." We both burst out in laughter.

The drinks made, and on our way back upstairs, Julie asked me, "So, how was the solo blowjob going?"

"I think I'm getting the hang of it, although..."

"Although what?"

I stopped in front of her and turned to face her. Staring her right in the eyes, I confessed, "Time for total honesty here. It was more fun with you helping."

She grinned, "Ah, so my sister enjoys a little girl-girl tongie, tongie, kissy, kissy. Is that what you're referring to?"

I only nodded, so she said, "So do I, of course I don't have to tell you that. So don't be shy about it. I'm game anytime, and I shouldn't have to tell you that a little girl-girl action is the absolute quickest way to make a soft dick hard—even faster than Viagra—a lot faster."

When we entered the bedroom, Steve was not there. After a couple of minutes, I began to wonder what was taking him so long. The bathroom door was closed, but not all the way, so I peeked inside. My husband was standing over the toilet. "Hurry up, baby. We're waiting."

He turned to face me with a frown on his face. Glancing down, I saw why. His dick was still fully erect.

"When I try to aim it down, it won't let me pee, and it's really starting to hurt."

I let out a wild laugh. I knew he often woke up with a hardon and had to wait to pee until it got soft, but I also knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon—not after taking Viagra. My laughter brought Julie to investigate.

"I heard." She said, and then she stepped to the shower and opened the door. "C'mon, in you go. It'll take some work and coaxing, but you can get it started if you don't point it down. Just stroke it like you're jacking off."

Steve stared at her blankly, "So now you're the pee expert, huh?"

She let out a chuckle, "I had a boyfriend who had that problem all the time. I've watched him do it many times. You just have to concentrate and stroke it."

"Well, um, a little privacy might help with the concentration."

I answered that one myself, "Hell no. I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Julie turned to leave, but said over her shoulder, "This might take awhile. I'll get our drinks."

Steve yelled after her, "Our drinks?"

She giggled, "Of course. I want to watch too. This is payback for all the times you snuck around trying to see my tits so you could run back to your room and jack off."

I chuckled, "Oops, busted."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Like I'm the only teenage boy who ever did that." And with that said, he stepped into the shower, closed his eyes and began slowly stroking his hard cock.

Julie had been right. It did take quite some time, but finally, my husband's cock began to spew out a short stream of yellow pee with almost every upstroke of his hand. It was like he was cumming pee. Once it started, it still took another five minutes or more before he announced to us, "Okay, done... finally."

While he was washing up, Julie motioned me back toward the bedroom, whispering to me "Let's give him a little surprise for all his good efforts in there."

"Surprise?"

"Just lay down on your side across the bed."

She lay down beside me and immediately pulled me in for a deep kiss. When I could, I whispered "He's already hard as a pipe."

"I know, but what can it hurt?"

So I put my hand behind her head and initiated the next kiss. In truth, I did enjoy it very much. I found it sensual and exciting and naughty all at the same time. From the direction of the bathroom door, I heard "Wow! That's hot as hell."

Julie asked him, "Oh, you like watching us kiss, do you?"

"Hell yeah."

"Okay then, what do you think of this?" And she slid down a bit and began licking my nipple, then she put it in her mouth and began sucking it.

"Again, wow!"

"Anything else we can do to get you in the right mood to fuck my brains out?" She asked him.

I was taken aback when I heard his answer. I never had seen him as being very adventuresome or bold or daring, so it surprised me to hear him say, "Yeah, I want to see Deb kiss your tits and play with them."

"You'll get no arguments from me." Julie said as she scooted back up on the bed.

"Nor from me." I said as I scooted down and began licking her nipple and sucking it. I found that also very exciting and naughty. I was really enjoying all of it.

Finally, I stopped. I knew that this was going to be an awkward time for both my husband and my sister, so I decided to take charge somewhat. "Scoot to the edge of the bed. He likes to do it standing up the best."

Our king size bed was just the right height for that. We'd made sure of it before purchasing it. When she was in place, I got yet another shock. Instead of my husband simply stepping into position, he knelt and began licking his sister's pussy. When he saw my surprise, he said, "I'm just trying to make sure she's ready."

Julie giggled at that, "Oh, I'm ready alright, but don't hurry on my account.

I stepped to where I'd set my drink and took it up. As I sipped it, I marveled at the irony of the situation. Before today, my husband had never gone down on a woman. But now, he was eating his second pussy of the day, and that one belonged to his own sister. I kept watching as Julie put her hands on his head and guided him, and I listened as she uttered soft instructions to him, "Oh yes, right there. Just keep doing that." And later, "Now, suck on my clit and flick it with your tongue... no teeth though—not yet."

I sat on the edge of the bed, my drink in one hand and my other hand gently stroking my sisters hair. "Is my man doing it right?"

She smiled up at me, "Oh gawd yes! He's really getting the hang of it. Oh yes, Steve, right there, harder. Suck it harder now. No teeth, but suck it as hard as you can. Oh Gawd yes, just like that. Teeth now, teet—Oh Gawd, I'm..." And her whole body began convulsing and shaking. Her firm thighs were like jelly. Her eyes were clamped shut and she was grabbing at the blanket. "Don't you dare stop!" Sure enough, seconds later, she came again, but this time, she was pushing my husband's head away from her pussy. She panted and said in a raspy voice, "Please fuck me now."

Obediently, her brother stood up and positioned himself between her legs and began slowly pushing his monster cock into her. I was surprised at how easily she took all of him. It usually took me a minute or two to adjust as he hit each new depth. Of course, when I was really, really horny and super wet, I could take all of him much more easily and quickly. I assumed that she was slick with her own cum.

My husband soon fell into a steady rhythm, and his sister announced her enjoyment with almost constant low moans. Steve kept looking at me to see if I was okay with what was happening, and each time I would smile at him. I was getting very turned on while watching him fuck his sister.

After a few minutes, I didn't want to just watch anymore. I scooted over and lay down on my side and began licking Julie's near nipple while my hand found her other breast and began kneading it.

"Oh yes, baby. That's good. Please keep doing that—both of you."

A short time later, the urge to pee was getting intense, so I said, "I'll be back in a flash." I got up and hurried to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door. I couldn't see them from where I sat on the toilet, but I knew my husband was picking up his pace as I could hear his body meeting hers, and again she moaned her approval.

After washing up, I hurried back into the bedroom, but something stopped me from rejoining Julie on the bed. From a little distance, I could see both of them, and the sight excited me greatly. I took up my drink again and walked to the other side of the room, leaned against the wall and just watched.

Steve was really hitting his stride now, his heavy balls and thighs slamming against his sister with loud slaps. I was just about to go downstairs for another drink when Julie looked over my direction with a pout.

"Don't you want to come back to bed?"

I walked to the bed and bent over, giving her a passionate kiss. When I withdrew, I smiled down at her and told her, "He's already cum once this evening. You're in for a long ride. There's plenty of time. I'm going down to the bar. I'll hurry back."

She showed me a naughty grin and then looked back to my husband, "A long ride, huh. Yummy!"

* * *

By the time I returned, my husband had slowed back down and settled into a steady rhythm. I sat my drink aside and stood behind him, sliding my arms around him, smashing my breasts into his back. Of course, that meant that I had to adopt his rhythm. Being much shorter than him, his buttocks were waist high on me, so it was like I was fucking her with my belly. After a couple of minutes though, I stepped away and leaned against the wall again.

Another 10 minutes passed. My husband would speed up for a while and then slow back down for a while. With every change in his pace, his sister would moan and let out a "Yes, that's it baby. Right there. Just like that. Ooooo, that's a nice speed."

When her brother sped up the next time, out of no where she began tossing her head from side to side, "Gawd! I'm... almost there, almost..."

Hearing that, Steve grabbed onto her thighs tightly and started really pounding into his sister's wanton pussy. He was quickly rewarded by her trusting her hips up to meet his every thrust, and then "Gawd! Oh Gawd! I'm... Oh Gawd!" and her body began convulsing like before. When she could speak, she moaned, "Slow, slower now, I'm..." And she shuddered and quaked again.

I went to her quickly and caressed her cheek. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me down into a deep kiss. "Mmmmmm" She purred into my mouth, and then, "You weren't kidding about him lasting."

I gave her a peck on the lips and told her, "Oh, he's just showing off now. I'm fairly sure he can cum any time he wants to now. You just have to tell him when."

"Okay, day after tomorrow." She said with a wink.

That brought a huge laugh from Steve, and he said, "I'm good for a while yet."

I admonished him, "Just remember, you promised to save some for me."

"Not a problem. I'll just need to rest my back for a while."

It wasn't long before my sister begged him, "Oh Gawd! Fuck! Fuck me now. Do it Steve. Fuck me hard."

When he obeyed, Julie had three powerful orgasms back to back, the next starting before she was recovered from the previous one. I tried to help by pinching and tugging at her nipples, but she brushed my hands away, "Fuck! Fuck! Oh Gawd! Harder Stevie, harder."

My husband was slamming his huge cock into her with everything he had, but she kept begging for more. I lost track of how many times she came. Finally she screamed out, "Now, cum for me now, baby. I want you to cum now."




And Sis Makes 3



I watched as my husband moved his feet farther apart so that he could achieve just the right angle. I knew he was all about himself when he started dipping his hips and thrusting up inside her instead of straight in. That's the motion that sets him off. I love the feel of it as much as he does, but he can't last long once he starts that. Evidently, his sister liked it too because she started squealing again, "Oh Shit! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!" Of course it was difficult to understand everything because of how hard she was panting, but I got the gist of it.

Suddenly, my husband slowed way down and stiffened. I knew he was on the verge of cumming. It didn't take long. His head flew back and his face contorted. "Uggggg, Uggggg, Fuck!" His orgasm lasted for well over a minute, him grunting, his sister grunting, and me watching it all in awe.

When his orgasm was over, Steve pulled away and fell backward onto the bed, gasping for air. His sister wasted no time spinning around so she could lick and suck his now softening cock clean. The fingers on her other hand were covering her swollen pussy. Finished cleaning him, she immediately began dipping her fingers inside her pussy, and then licking them clean. She repeated that several times. I was mesmerized by the sheer raw sex of it, how bold and exotic it was, and how naughty it was. I loved watching it, and knew I would have to try it.

Steve finally got his breathing under control enough to say "Whew!" and then he added, "I'm heading to the shower. There'd better be a fresh drink waiting for me when I get downstairs and two beautifully naked women to look at while I drink it."

* * *

Julie made it downstairs, but she had to hang on to the banister all the way. Her legs were too weak to support her. I glanced at the clock. It was just past eleven. I'm not sure what time we'd gone upstairs, but I think it was around seven. Regardless, we'd been at it for several hours.

"Well, what do you think now?" I asked Julie.

"Wow, wow, and wow." She answered holding her hand to her chest. "I was wrong though."

"About what?"

"About you two being prudes. You both went from zero to a hundred in no time at all."

I chuckled, "Alcohol and great coaching was all it took. But honestly, I truly believe it was the shaving that did the trick. Without that, I don't think any of this would have happened."

She shrugged, "You're probably right. That got your motor running, and I know it got Steve's motor turning at a thousand RPMs. After that, it was all you two. I just led you where you already wanted to go—even if you didn't know it."

When my husband finally appeared still in all his naked glory, his drink was waiting, and so were his sister and his wife—both still totally naked, of course.

Julie took her leave of us, "Well guys, I need a shower." And she headed for the stairs.

Her brother called after her, "You didn't take your drink."

She giggled, "Hell, I'll only be gone ten minutes."

* * *

Steve and I took this time alone to snuggle on the sofa and talk about the days events. He was the first to speak, "Hum, what do you think about all of this, babe?"

I played coy, "All of what? Are you referring to the fact that we're sitting in our den having drinks totally naked while our house guest is upstairs taking a shower and expected to come back down here in a few minutes?"

He was on to my game and showed me a knowing grin. "Uh, yeah, that too."

I just shrugged, "I don't know. I think I like being naked. We should do it more."

"Oh, did I marry a closet nudist without knowing it?"

"Hum, I never would have thought so before today, but yes, I think you may well have. And you?"

"I'm okay with it. It's kind of liberating."

"Liberating, yes, that's exactly what it is. I wish we could all go naked all the time. The world would have fewer problems."

"Not to mention it would make the security line at the airport move faster."

I had to laugh at the thought of that. "And the rest of it? Are you going to regret all of this tomorrow?"

He contemplated that for a moment before answering, "I don't think so. I've really enjoyed it... all of it. And you? Are you going to regret it?"

I didn't need to think it over, "No way. I'm one hundred percent sure that I won't... except I'll regret that it has to end."

My husband seemed shocked that I was so sure. "Really? You enjoyed it that much?"

"Absolutely! I have never felt so... so sexy and so free and so uninhibited in my entire life. I felt—still feel like I can do whatever I feel like doing and you won't judge me or make fun of me. And I want you to feel the same way—when we're together, of course."

Steve took a sip of his drink and then peered deeply into my eyes, "Then why does it have to end. This is Friday night—well, almost Saturday morning. I don't have to work this weekend, and Julie will be here another few days at least. I'm sure she wouldn't mind a little more fooling around."

"I'm pretty sure you're right about that, but we should still ask her when she comes back down."

"Before we do, we need to set some boundaries. We should all three know what's off limits and what is okay."

I had to really think about that. Finally, I said, "I can only think of one thing that I'd like to keep off limits right now, but I may think of more later."

"Oh, and what is that one thing?"

"When we go to sleep for the night, it should just be the two of us in our bed."

He agreed immediately, adding with a chuckle "And she has to help change the sheets." 

"Can you think of any other things that should be off limits?"

"Only that neither of us should do anything with her without both of us there—anything sexual, I mean."

"That's a given."

And then he asked me, "You really like playing with her, don't you?"

"Not any more than you like watching it."

"Touché" and we clicked our glasses together.

Neither of us had noticed Julie just starting down the stairs until she called out, "Hey, sister, I thought you'd be up here getting your brains fucked out by now."

I responded as she descended the stairs, "I'm just letting him rest his back a bit longer. I don't want it giving out until I've had my needs properly met. But right now, we'd like to talk to you about something."

Steve got up to mix himself another drink, and his sister sat across from me in the stuffed chair. "What's on your mind? Do I need to go pack my bags?"

I laughed, "Hardly. We just want you to know that we've really enjoyed ourselves today—both of us, and we're not even close to being ready for it to end. Are you game for making a weekend of it?"

For one of the few times since I've known her, my sister grew very serious. She got up and walked over to the sofa and offered me her hand. I took it and she pulled me to my feet. Then she motioned for her brother to join us. She held my hand in one of hers, and her brother's hand in the other. Looking at both of us, she said in a very serious tone, "Guys, I love you both very, very much. And I probably enjoyed this evening more than the two of you combined. Am I game for making a weekend of it? Hell, I'm game for making a lifetime of it. You just tell me when it's over. Until then, you can count me in."

After we'd both given her a tight hug and kiss, I brought up the limits thing, "Julie, there is one thing that Steve and I think should be off limits. We hope this doesn't hurt your feelings, but when we go to sleep, it should just be the two of us in our bed."

"And you have to help change the sheets." Steve added with a chuckle.

Julie's face lit up with surprise, "You mean... that's the only thing that is off limits... just that?"

"Well, and neither of us can fool around with you without both of us being there." Her brother added.

She still looked surprised, "Seriously, that's it—nothing else? That means I can run around the house naked if I want?"

Steve and I both laughed. When I could, I said "Of course. In fact, just before you came back down, we were talking about how much we love being naked, how liberating and sexy it is."

"Oh?" She questioned, "Do I sense a 'no clothes in the house rule coming?"

My husband chimed in, "That's a great idea."

"I'm good with that." I added.

"Backyard and pool too?" Julie asked excitedly.

I thought about that for a few seconds, "I don't know. A couple of our neighbors can see over our fence from their upstairs windows."

"We'd be the naughty gossip of the neighborhood. Sounds fun." My husband said with a grin.

I added, "I'm sure their teenage boys won't mind at all." And we all had a big laugh.

* * *

It was a little after midnight when my husband pulled me to my feet and announced that his back was well rested. Then he began leading me upstairs.

When I looked back, my sister was at the wet bar. "Aren't you coming?"

Her face lit up. "I'm invited?"

"Julie, from now on, you don't need an invitation. We'll let you know when we're ready to call it a night."

"Oh yummy! I'll be right there."

When Julie joined us in our bedroom and saw that her brother's cock was only semi hard, she said to me, "Remember what I told you about the absolute fastest way to get a soft cock hard?"

I grinned from ear to ear. "I sure do, c'mear." And I took her hand and pulled her down next to me. We immediately began kissing and fondling each other. When we broke for air, I looked toward my husband, only to see him standing there with a huge grin on his face. "Hey, shouldn't you be practicing your pussy eating skills about now?"

"On whom?" He asked, still grinning.

"On me, silly. This is my time."

Steve's tongue was licking my pussy lips within seconds. To be honest though, I was having a very difficult time concentrating on what he was doing. I was too lost in making out with his sister. It was wonderfully tender—not needy or desperate—just sexy and sensual and fun."

Surprisingly, it didn't take the two of them long to have me climbing toward orgasm. When it came, it wasn't earth shattering or anything, just a nice wonderful flood of sensations. Julie whispered to me, "It's time to get him ready."

She stood up and helped me to my feet. Steve didn't know what was going on. He was still on his knees. "Stand up here with us. We want to show you something."

Of course, I had no idea what she was talking about. I thought we were both going to go down on him to get him ready. But my sister had something else in mind.

When we were in a three way hug, Julie said to me, "My baby brother might like to see his two sexy lovers kissing from up close." And with that, she flicked out her tongue and ran it across my lips."

I picked up on what she wanted. She didn't want to kiss deeply like we were doing before. She wanted him to be able to see our tongues, so I stuck my tongue out and swirled it around hers. At one point, she actually took my tongue in her mouth and started sucking on it, so later, when I had the opportunity, I did the same to her tongue.

My husband let out a low "wow" of amazement, so his sister asked him, "Do you want to try a three way?" Her brother didn't answer, but simply moved closer and his tongue joined ours.

After several minutes, I told them both, "I need to be fucked. I'm more than ready." Then I moved my hand to my husband's huge cock and found him to be ready as well, so I moved to the bed and positioned my butt near the edge. Steve stepped between my legs and put his arms under the back of my knees, pulling me even closer to the edge.

"You'll have to do the honors." He said to me, which meant that, as usual, I would need to guide him inside me.

"Let me, please." And his sister reached between us and slid her tiny hand around his massive rod. She worked the tip up and down my pussy lips until it was well lubricated, and then she began pressing it into my slit. A few seconds later, I felt the huge head begin to enter my warm canal.

When his cock was far enough in me, she released it and moved up the bed. She kissed me deeply and then offered me one of her nipples. I licked and sucked on it hungrily. I used my hands to knead her tits and took turns nibbling and tugging at her nipples with my teeth. That brought moans of approval from her, so I nibbled harder and tugged at them harder. Once when I had one nipple firmly between my teeth, she leaned away so as to cause her nipple to be stretched incredibly far.

In a few minutes, she moved down and began giving my nipples the same treatment. All the while, my husband was slowly moving his massive pole in and out of my wet pussy.

When Steve stepped up his pace a little, she got up and walked behind him. I couldn't see what she was doing, but when I heard him moan and felt her hand brush my thigh and I realized that she was playing with her brother's heavy balls. And a few seconds later, I felt her fingers on my swollen pussy lips, massaging each one in turn. I tried to visualize her fingers snaking around his thrusting pole to play with my pussy.

When my husband slowed down again, his sister moved back around lay with her head near my stomach. And then she put her hand between us again and collected some of the generous amount of female juices that were causing the slurping sounds as his cock entered me each time. She wasted no time bringing her fingers to her lips and licking them clean.

After she'd repeated that two more times, she collected another batch and then reached up and offered it to her brother. He didn't hesitate to lick it from her fingers. She offered the next batch to me, and I didn't hesitate either.

What she did next caught me totally off guard. She got up and whispered something to her brother. He nodded and pulled out of me. I gasped my disapproval, but she said, "This will just take a second."

He let her move between my legs, and she began immediately trusting her tongue deep inside me and sucking out my juices. Then she moved away and my husband resumed fucking me very slowly.

Julie came to me and kissed me deeply. She hadn't swallowed the juices she'd sucked out of my pussy, but shared them with me instead. We had to break our kiss to laugh when my husband blurted out, "Wow, now that's what I call fucking hot!"

Julie moved closer and whispered in my ear, "Wanna taste mine?"

I did. I very much wanted to taste her. I didn't think the taste of mine was as she said "sweet as honey", but I took into account that she'd gathered the sample while my husband was fucking me. I could imagine that might change it somewhat.

My sister began playing with her own pussy and was soon thrusting two fingers inside it. Not long after, she pulled them out and offered them to me. I licked them just as I'd done before, but this time, I grabbed her hand and forced her fingers in my mouth.

"Holy shit!" came a voice from the direction of my husband and as he sped up his pace again, his sister offered me another sample of her pussy juice. Then, unexpectedly, July guided my hand to her crotch and whispered to me, get some for yourself this time."

As I started to play with her pussy though, Steve sped up the pace even more, and I couldn't concentrate on anything else. "Later" I said to Julie. "Right now I can't. Oh fuck baby, that's what I need. Fuck me hard and fast now and don't stop until you cum. Don't stop even if I beg you to. I want to cum a thousand times for you."

My obedient husband quickly began slamming his massive cock into me as hard and fast as he ever had. I could feel my orgasm building and building, and soon it was upon me. I cried out "Oh Gawd! Jesus! Fuck... me."

Normally, my husband would slow down for a bit after I cum to let me recuperate, but not this time. I'd asked him not to and he was doing what I'd asked.

It only took another minute or so for the next shock waves to flood my senses, and yet another soon after that one. "Uggggggg", I grunted as I fought to concentrate on the pleasure he was giving me.

Two minutes later, I felt another orgasm starting to build, but this one was different. It was like I was looking way, way out into the ocean and could barely see the first signs of a bulge in the water. I kept watching as it moved ever so slowly and grew ever so slightly. I knew it was going to come crashing down on me soon like a title wave. It just kept growing and growing, "Gawd! It's coming towards me!"

Apparently Julie could sense that my next orgasm was going to be a big powerful one. She moved closer and put her hand between us again, but this time, she began rolling my clit round and round with her fingers.

Steve was giving it to me for all he was worth. He was fucking me harder and faster than I could ever remember. I felt myself thrusting my hips upward to meet his thrusts, but it was all like in a fog.

My brain was telling my hand to push Julie's hand away—I didn't need what she was doing, but my hand and arm wouldn't move. It was only my pussy and my husband's cock that mattered at that moment.

And all of a sudden, everything went still. My mind's eye looked up and I saw that I was under the curl of the wave. I was at peace. The world around me was at peace.

And then it happened, the wave came crashing down on me. It tossed me and rolled me across the gravel of the off-shore beach. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I was gasping for air. I became so caught up in the undertow that I couldn't control anything. I was totally helpless.

I'm sure that I withered beneath my husband. I'm sure I screamed out, but I wasn't sure if it was real or imagined. All I knew for sure was that I wished that Julie and Steve could see what I was seeing, and feel what I was feeling. I'm sure both of them would have remembered it for a lifetime.

And then everything was dark.

"Just over 43 minutes." Julie announced.

"Really, I thought it was a fraction of that." Steve responded.

"Nope, it was almost exactly 43 minutes."

I was just beginning to rejoin the living and heard my husband and his sister in this very strange conversation."

"Nope! I timed you. You were in her pussy for just over 43 minutes."

"You two are incorrigible." I said when I was able. "Here I am, wondering if I'm in heaven or still among the living, and you two are arguing about how long he was fucking me? Both of you need to get a life. And I need to pee, if I can get up."

My sister helped me out of bed and into the bathroom. While I was relieving myself, she said, "He's really something, you know? You are one lucky woman."

"No" I corrected her, "We're two lucky women."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Yes I do." And then I cleaned myself and then accepted her offer to help me off of the toilet and to the sink.

As she was leaving our bedroom, I heard Julie tell her brother, "Of course you know you'll have to wait on us hand and foot tomorrow, don't you?"

"And why is that?"

"Neither of us will be able to stand and walk after the abuse you've dished out to our pussies."

"Yeah, yeah, bla, bla, bla. Good night sis."

"Good night, baby brother."

When I joined my husband in a tight embrace on our bed, I said, "You really let her off easy tonight."

"Oh, how is that?"

"You didn't make her help change the sheets."

"The sheets are fine. Go to sleep."

"Good night, lover."

"Good night, Deb. A really, really good night."

End of Part One