0 comments/ 146120 views/ 7 favorites Bill, Karen, Sue, Rick & Gillian By: Houstonrn BILL: Just a few weeks ago Karen and I celebrated our third wedding anniversary. That is an important point in time, and it is very germane to this story, but it is not where our story begins. To understand our happiness you must first understand the unhappiness that preceded our union. I would not presume to try and tell you Karen's story. She can add that later if she wants. As for me, well my part of the story begins with the "bitch from hell," also known as Sue. In fairness to Sue, and so you do not completely question my sanity, she did not start our relationship with that title. When we first met she was adorable, sweet, kind, generous, without a jealous bone in her body, and before we married she proved repeatedly she was a wonderful, caring, and adventurous lover. That woman was willing to try anything sexual, be it at her initiation or mine. For example, one night I came home from work to find her at my apartment perched on my bed, wearing only a black leather vest and a pair of black thigh-high boots, propped up on her hands and knees, with her ass pointing toward me, and a tube of "K-Y Jelly" in her hand. She looked back over her shoulder at me and said, "Bill, would you like to fuck my ass?" What's a guy to do, say no? Get a grip; I spoke with actions as I stripped off my clothes, and moved toward her with my raging hard-on. "Bill" she said coyly, " this is my first time so please take it easy as you push that big, hard dick into my tiny, tight, virgin asshole." She was great! I doubt it was her first ass fuck,; the important point is she created a scene that allowed me to think I was taking her and anal-virginity. I can only speculate if I was her first, she never said otherwise, but what I can say for sure is it wasn't the last time a cock slipped into her anal sanctum. "Oh look Bill, I've already lubed myself, and I've been practicing by pushing this great big dildo in and out of my asshole. I'm hot Bill, and the only thing left to do is for you to lube your cock and to gently push it into my butt." Within a nanosecond my prick was in her hand receiving a superlative lube job. Then without any further preparation I moved in back of her, lined the head of my cock up with her poop-chute entry, and slowly pushed my way past her anal sphincter into the recesses of her bowels. Because of her previous stretching the entry proved very easy. I was inside her ass, enjoying its warmth and comfort, and then I felt her contract her anal sphincter around my dick; it was then the fun began. I had never felt such pressure on my dick. It wasn't enough to prevent my movements in and out; what it did was add an immeasurable amount of pleasure to those movements. Her contraction was much like an exquisite torture as I slid in and out of her ass. "Harder! Harder, Bill! Fuck my ass harder! Shove your cock into me as hard as you can! I want you to do in harder, damn it." My cock slammed in and out of her body as hard as I as I have ever pumped into anyone. The speed, force, and constricted pressure on my prick soon cause my balls to expand, and I felt the sensations of an impending orgasm begin to rise toward the tip of my cock. Before I reached that point I heard a tremendous yell of pleasure from Sue, and then I felt her erupt in an orgasmic frenzy; in a frenzy that drove me over the top into a cum of monumental proportions. Up to that time it was the best fuck of my life, but all good things come with a price. The price for Sue and I, was her personality began to radically change within months after our marriage. Without any provocation or justification, Sue began to suspect me of having affairs with her friends, my coworkers, and even the some of the checkout ladies at the local grocery store. I'm one of those guys who are entirely faithful, and I swear, I never once gave her any reason to think I was cheating. However, as you probably understand there is often a large gap in the brain-housing group between reality and imagination. In Sue's case, those concepts were not connected items, and imagination seemed to rule. To this day I don't understand what motivated her, or just as important why I tolerated her behavior for so many years. Yes, I said years. We were married ten years, and we had sex for only one of those. One thing that has helped me cope with that period of my life is the idea we each make the best decision we can at a given moment in time. In retrospect the decision may appear wrong, but it was the right at the time. I made some wrong decisions, but it does no good to beat myself up over them; I learn and move onward. About five years into our marriage Sue changed her alcohol drinking habits. I mean she got into the serious, get down, sloppy drunk, type of drinking. On an increasingly frequent basis she would miss work because she was drunk or hung over. Within the next couple of years she turned into a complete lush. She lost her career, her friends, the love of her family, and ultimately, what little feeling I retained was dissipated. The only entity that loved her was the county court. They loved her a great deal because of all the money her DWI fines added to the county coffers. Her unhappiness, and all the pain she caused those around her, came to an end near the intersection of Robbins Road and Highway 17. When you pick a head-on argument with an 18-wheeler heading toward you at 70 mph there is little chance for later discussion. The driver said he saw her approaching and watched in horror as she deliberately angled directly for his cab. He blew the horn and tried to maneuver, but there was no way to avoid the collision. Sue died at the scene. At the funeral I spoke with the few relatives and family friends that attended. They were there to support me; not mourn Sue, and while everyone said they were sorry she was dead it was very apparent than none were really unhappy at her death. I wasn't jumping for joy, but I wasn't unhappy either. What I felt was a deep sense of relief. I could stop kicking myself for playing the fool out of a twisted sense of loyalty, and I could stop worrying about when the telephone call would come; it had at last arrived. After Sue's death I decided to make a new start. I sold our home, donated all of her things to charity, and my company arranged a transfer to another part of the country. I plunged into that new environment completely immersing myself in the duties of my job. For two years I thought of nobody but myself. There was no room for family, friends, or any non-work relationships. I had to let myself heal after the trauma of that horrible time in my life. After two years I began to emerge. I began to feel that elemental human drive to be with someone. The problem was I didn't know anybody, I didn't frequent bars, and now that I needed the office matchmakers they weren't there. From the early days after my arrival in town I had made it very clear to all the potential matchmakers that I wasn't interested; and after a while they believed me. But times change, and now I was interested, and to make a long story short I joined one of those national dating services. You probably know the type I'm talking about; a service where you pay a huge fee up front for them to put you in contact with "the right" person. They were good. I met several very nice women, but nothing happened, and as my membership approached the end I was very skeptical of success. On the last date I hit the jackpot; my date was Karen. Karen is beautiful. Not only is she beautiful in the face, she is smart, ambitious, talented, kind, and has a body to die for. She is 5'3", 110 lb., dark blond hair, green eyes, 34C breasts, a tiny waist, and gorgeous legs. We hit it off immediately, but both of us carried some bad emotional scars, and we were very careful about allowing anyone to get close. That was good in a way; it allowed us time to first become friends, but we both could feel where our hearts were taking us. When we at last made love ---- you could say we made love, but in true terms we FUCKED ----- it was with a passion created from years of masturbation being our only sexual release coupled with tenderness motivated by loving concern for each other. KAREN: Hey it's my turn! Before motor mouth says anything further I want to tell my story. In some ways Bill and I had similar experiences. The big difference is in the type of abuse we withstood. Despite the fact that Bill, who is an excellent lover, went without sex for all those years, his abuse was more mental. I on the other hand was very deep into physical abuse. Rick, my late ex-husband, was an asshole from the day I met him, but I was young, uneducated, and based on the behavior of my parents and my friend's parents, his behavior was normal. My dad physically assaulted my mother on a regular basis, and it was the same for many of my friends. At any rate, Rick worked at the plant with my dad. I'm not sure who Dad was trying to please, but he set us up on our first date. When your parents arrange a date it clearly says the guy has their seal of approval. It was on that very first date that Rick first hit me. He slapped me when I wasn't quick enough to get his dick out of his pants and into my mouth. The hit hurt, but I thought it was supposed to be that way; just like I thought it was correct to fuck on a first date. From that first encounter, and for the next seven years, the situation never improved. Things didn't change until Rick was transferred to the city. As I made friends with other company wives I discovered their husbands didn't beat them, and it was from those same friends I gathered the strength to file assault charges against Rick. The support of my friends gave me the strength to make sure I didn't back down like so many other battered wives. It was difficult on the witness stand, but I stood my ground against the defense lawyer, and the judge sentenced Rick to a very long prison sentence. You should have seen that bastard's mouth drop when the jury said "Guilty." For quite a while after that the thing that scared me most was that Rick would come after me when he was released. That's not a worry anymore. By a roundabout way I heard Rick had died. Apparently, he objected to getting butt fucked and to being some guy's bitch. As a reward for standing up for himself several of the guy's friends laid Rick across a bunk, fucked his butt raw, and then for some unexplained reason, Rick experienced a very bad fall in the shower; broke his neck he did. From my point of view it couldn't have happened to a nicer, or more deserving guy. I tend to focus on the bad when it comes to that piece of shit, but there were a few good things that came out of my relationship with Rick. I learned to stand up for myself. Not only did I stand up to Rick, but I also told my dad where he could put his threats. I discovered I was smart, and with some help from groups that help abused wives I was able to get my GED and attend college. My academic work earned me a couple of scholarships, and now I'm a lawyer with an MBA. The absolutely best thing that came out of that relationship is my daughter Gillian (pronounced Jillian). She is my pride and joy. I have taught her to stand for herself, to work hard, and to know there is no goal she cannot have if she puts her whole self into attainment of that goal. When Bill came into our lives it was scary. I wanted to establish a relationship, but it was extremely difficult to let down my barriers enough to let anyone get near me. Just like Bill, I had joined the dating service, and was on the last date of my membership. I had no confidence that anything more would come of this one than had come of the previous eleven. After our introduction arrived by mail, we talked on the phone a couple of times before we met in person. Actually, we spent a few hours on the phone; we meshed easily and completely. I am sure we talked about everything, and when we met in person it was as if I was talking to an old friend. I knew he was sweet, articulate, and successful. What I wasn't prepared for was his handsomeness, and the perfect way our physical selves blended. At 5'8", and in wonderful physical condition he was ideal. I particularly thought he was ideal when after several dates we physically consummated our growing love. We didn't plan it. It just happened. We were talking on the couch, but a gentle kiss progressed into a passionate make-out session. As I slipped to the side and laid back, Bill moved alongside me, and I felt his erection on my leg. It was substantial; long, round, and very hard. That contact caused my pussy to begin salivating. Rick may have been a jerk, but he was a pretty good fuck, and so many years had passed without any sexual contact. In an almost instinctive action I grab Bill's dick and at the same time pulled him tight against my body and lips. Up till then Bill was a perfect gentleman, but my hand grabbing his cock was a very clear signal; he immediately began to move his hand over my blouse rubbing and squeezing my tits. I felt his hand struggling to unbutton my blouse, and when I could no longer stand the frustration I released his dick and ripped apart the buttons myself. Bill immediately forced my bra up over my breasts while I thrust my hand under his waistband and clasped his rigid prick. We squeezed, me grasping the head of his dick, and he mauling my tits and pinching my nipples. The pleasure I felt was overwhelming. I was already beginning to have mini orgasms that were racking my body. In our passion we rolled off the couch and pushed the coffee table out of the way. Our lips remained locked, but his hand moved away from my tits. Instead of tits he was more interested in moving his hand under my dress toward that area of dark wetness between my legs. I didn't wait for him to move slowly. I spread my legs as far apart as I could; an action that not only allowed, but screamed that he had free access to that most private part. Bill didn't delay as his fingers briefly rubbed my wet panty then slipped inside to rub my extremely wet pussy. I was dripping in anticipation of what was to come, and Bill didn't disappoint. He rubbed the outer lips just long enough to soak his fingers in my juices then he pushed them into my hole. I was in heaven experiencing pure ecstasy. I wanted more; more than just Bill's fingers. I wanted his cock. With both my hands free I quickly unbelted, unsnapped, and unzipped his pants, and then with a little help pushed his trousers and underwear down to his knees. "Are you going to mess around with your fingers in my cunt or do you want to fuck!" I said loudly. Bill moved between my legs, and with both hands ripped my panties down and off my legs. He gazed at my crotch for a few seconds then moved forward aiming his cock at the moist target between my legs. I was so wet he was able to plunge to the bottom of my cunt with a single push. As he slid in I experienced one of the largest and most satisfying cums ever, and that was just the beginning. Take it for granted that Bill didn't last long that first time; his dick was too sensitive, but while he was there my pleasure was intense, and exciting beyond measure. I came like I had never cum before, and I'm pretty sure Bill had a good time also. BILL: You better know I had a good time. That was the first time I had put my dick in a woman for close to twelve years. I was astonished I didn't squirt my juices from just seeing her cunt, but I managed to reach the bottom of her pussy three or four times before my balls squirted their potion. My lasting power rapidly increased over the next few thousand times we fucked. From that evening our relationship moved forward at a very brisk pace. We were both so starved for love and sex that we clung to each other. It was only our sense of duty that forced us daily to separate long enough to go to work. In just a few weeks I asked Karen to marry me, and we set a date for the end of the year. As part of our preparations we purchased --- mortgaged our lives --- and moved into a substantial four-bedroom house with a high wood fence surrounding a large backyard pool and patio. Both the master and Gillian's bedroom look out over the backyard; it was very scenic. The setting was so nice we decided it was the perfect place to have a small wedding. We invited our families and close friends; John, my brother, acted as best man, and Gillian stood for her mother as maid of honor. Just as an aside, the decision to share my life with Karen is the best one I have ever made. However, don't think our relationship is fairytale perfect. Just like any other couple we have experienced adjustment problems, there were even some robust arguments, but overall things are better than anything I have ever known. GILLIAN: Enough! Enough! Enough! Shut the fuck up! I can't believe it; you guys accuse me of talking too much. You've hogged the entire time. I want my turn. After all, I have one of the starring roles in this play, and I have a few things I want to add to the story. Have you ever thought how suddenly we change from child to adult? In our society it happens with the stroke of the clock; you turn eighteen and you are no longer a child. Because of that change your entire life changes. Many things you did as a child are not acceptable as an adult. The inverse is also true, that many things you can do as an adult were not allowed as a child. There're good reasons for many of those rules, but because of those rules my part of the story must begin on my eighteenth birthday; it was on that day I gave Mom one of the biggest shocks of her life. It was on that day I told her what I wanted more than anything else from her and Bill. Before we go there I want to tell you a little about myself. As you have heard my real father was an abusive asshole. I was lucky because he never once touched me in a hurtful way, but, even though I was very young, I saw what he did to Mom. Bruises, bloody noses, screaming, and crying made a deep impression in my early years, but I also learned the lesson, and no one will ever treat me like that more than once; they're going to jail. At about age fourteen, just before Bill came into our lives, I began to discover sex. There are many ways to do that, but for me it came as a group activity with some other kids who lived in our neighborhood. It is one thing to play "if you show me yours I'll show you mine" when your five or six. It is a much different game as a teenager, and we rapidly progressed from simply looking at genitals, to touching, to playing with, to sucking, and finally to insertion. Because we were a mixed group, I learned a great deal about sex with both boys and girls. I liked cock and pussy then, and I like cock and pussy now. When we moved to the valley I became very popular when after I turned sixteen I was allowed to date. My social life was okay before then, but it fully blossomed after the word leaked out, leaked by me of course, that I liked to fuck; that I liked to fuck boys, girls, alone or in groups, and I wasn't overly selective about whom I allowed between my legs. Yea, yea, yea, I know what your thinking, and I agree. Looking back, my actions were foolish and potentially dangerous, but being a child you do foolish things. I enjoyed sex, and while I knew adult humans had sex it never really registered on me that Mom and Bill had sex. My gosh, they were my parents. Occasionally, I heard sounds such as moans or wall banging, but I was in denial that old people would do something like fuck. However, a thought process developed regarding my relative position to them, and I questioned what I wanted to do in fourteen years. My rational was that Mom is only fourteen years older than me, and I certainly don't plan to stop fucking when I reach thirty-two. Therefore, if I plan to fuck at that age it makes sense that Mom and Bill must still be fucking. It was like a revelation, and the more I thought about it a plan began to develop; a plan I intended to implement the day I became an adult. Bill, Karen, Sue, Rick & Gillian "Mom, I want to talk to you a moment." I said the morning after my eighteenth birthday, and after Bill had gone to work. Mom was getting dressed to leave, and I was ready to go out the door. I choose this time because there was because it left Mom no time to argue; just listen. "Mom, stop, and sit down. I need to say something." KAREN: Gillian came to me in my bedroom that morning after her eighteenth birthday with a request that left me completely astonished. "Mom, what I'm about to say will probably surprise you. I know it will sound strange, and may even shock you, but I've thought about it for a long time, and this is the only way to do it. Please hear me out, and before you explode please truly consider my request." With a set up like that I was prepared for something terrible, and Gillian didn't disappoint. "Mom, I love and appreciate the presents you gave me for my birthday, but there is a second set presents I want from you and Bill. These presents are personal, and they will cost you absolutely no money." She paused and I said with a cautious, but slightly cutting edge to my voice; "Okay, get on with it. You have me hanging here." Her next words blew me away, but I'm sure Gillian thought her proposal was something completely beyond my range of rational thought; if that was the case she was wrong. "Mom, I want to make love with you, with Bill, and with both of you together." I was shocked, then flabbergasted, and finally I was angry. From a woman-to-woman perspective how dare she think I would willingly share my man, but the concept of incest didn't phase me at all; I knew all about incest. My father, with Mother's introduced me (shit they fucked me) when I was very young; so you see I knew about incest. Gillian continued; "I've thought about this for a while, and I want to, please excuse my language, fuck both of you. ----- Mom, look, this is not just about sex. Any boy I know, and several girls will fuck me if I let them. This is about very specific sex; a type of sex that society may frown on, but I want you and Bill." She saw my anger rising, but before I could detonate she said; "Before you answer please take some time and think about it for a little while. I think you'll see some merits." Without allowing me to say anything she turned and walked out the door. Gillian left me dumbstruck as she departed. My daughter wanted to have sex with my husband and me; the husband part is what upset me. On the up side she was forthright, she told me exactly what she wanted, she didn't make threats, and, honestly, if she wasn't my daughter I could be enticed into the girl-girl aspect; it wouldn't be the first pussy I licked, but she was my daughter, and it was wrong. The other thing was she wanted Bill; she wanted to take him away from me. She wanted to make my husband commit adultery, and she wanted me to commit incest. Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to go to the office and do any meaningful work that day? When Bill came home I met him at the front door; "We've got a big problem." I related to him the conversation, and he looked as confused as I had. "Just tell her no. Tell her categorically no." "Bill, that's what I thought at first, but after further consideration it's not that clear cut. If I tell her no she will accept that for it's face value, but then she will just go after you alone. Bill, you're strong, but I doubt you, or any man, can resist the charms of an attractive, nubile, 18-year-old woman. Don't even start to tell me you can resist because I know you can't. You might for a little while, but be honest with yourself. I'm a woman; I know men, and Bill I don't want her alone with you." "Are you saying we should grant her request?" "I don't know. I think we need to start by talking with her. Maybe we can convince her she is wrong." The next morning I left Gillian a note saying we wanted to meet with her that evening to discuss her request. Following a very tense day I hurried home after work to prepare a light supper, but it never got made. Gillian was already home sunning herself by the pool. Nothing unusual in that except she was naked, as was the girl sucking her pussy, and the boy whose cock was in her mouth. I knew from the looks on their faces that what they were doing was real, just as I knew this was a show for my benefit. Gillian was showing me, us, that she was sexually active with both sexes, and she would get one if not both Bill and I. I steeled my resolve and calmly walked out to the pool, and in a very calm voice said; "Excuse me, Gillian, when you get through would you please send your friends home, and then get cleaned up before Bill gets home. We want to talk with you over dinner." I guess she expected me to storm out of the house, but even though she expected me she still jumped at my sudden appearance, and even more so at my composure. She was in such a state of shock she almost dropped the cock she was sucking. I turned and returned to the kitchen. A short time later I heard Gillian enter through the den, and then go upstairs to take a shower. When Bill arrived I told him about the pool scene, and he heartily approved of my actions. What he didn't know was the overall reaction I had experienced. He didn't know the sight of the trio, and particularly of Gillian lying there naked, had made my pussy ache, and become very wet. He didn't know that afterwards, in the kitchen, I had masturbated to several orgasms thinking about my daughter. He didn't know that if Gillian had entered through the kitchen, instead of the den, she could have had me then and there. GILLIAN: My turn now! Mom was very cool, matter of fact way too cool and collected when she walked onto the patio. How many moms do you know that could, or would have been so calm in the face of witnessing their child participating in a three-way oral sex fest? My guess is not any, but in my semi-shocked state it took a few minutes for me to fully realize she was putting on an act. Mom is cool, but she isn't that cool; something wasn't right. After she left I quickly sucked Jerome to a climax, and then reversed positions with Angela and brought her to several quick orgasms before I sent them home. As they were leaving I saw Mom through the kitchen window leaning against the counter with an intense expression on her face. I snuck to the back door and saw she had a hand underneath her dress, and was clearly rubbing her pussy very hard. In simple terms she was beating-off. I have to tell you, if I had known how very vulnerable she was I would have taken her down right there on the kitchen floor. Instead, I went back toward the pool and entered through the sliding-glass den door to go up and take a shower. After Bill came home I went downstairs to a table by the pool to wait for my parents. Bill and Mom finally came out and joined me at the table. Bill spoke first; "There is no sense beating around the bush; we all know why we're here. Gillian, you've made a pretty amazing request. The whole thing is preposterous, and wrong, but to satisfy "correctness" I'll ask the question civility demands; "Why do you want this, and why do you think we would even consider it?"" "It's really very simple Bill, I want to fuck the shit out of you and Mom. She has always told me that if I work hard I can achieve any goal. Well this is a goal, I've worked hard, and now I want the rewards. I always thought you were good looking, but recently my pussy started dripping every time you were near, but the really strange part is I reacted the same when Mom came around. At any rate I've made up my mind to fuck you, then fuck Mom, then fuck you again, then fuck Mom some more; you get the picture." "After we moved here I heard you and Mom have sex ever once in a while, but I really took no notice. That has changed because now I notice all the time. By the way, another goal, other than fucking you, is to watch the two of you fuck. "But, Gillian" Bill interjected, "you do understand that what you're asking is wrong. We are talking adultery and incest." "You know what Bill, I really don't give a flying fuck what society thinks. I'm not going to have any incestuous babies out of this, no one is getting mentally abused, no one is being forced, and the bottom line is I want to fuck two beautiful people named Karen and Bill. The fact you're my Mom and step-dad is a side issue that to me really means nothing. If society thinks my feelings are wrong, then fuck society in the ass dry; it's society's problem. I won't apologize for wanting what I want, and after what I saw Mom doing this afternoon in the kitchen I think she agrees." Sounding confused Bill asked; "What do you mean?" "Bill" Karen said looking disheartened, "she must have seen me in the kitchen after I spoke to her by the pool. I couldn't help myself. Her body, and what she and her friends were doing had me so turned on I had to get myself off. I reached under my dress and rubbed my pleasure button until I thought I would die." "Bill, here is the way I see it right now. Mom and I, whether she fully admits it yet are going to fuck. We are going to kiss, fondle tits, finger assholes and lick pussies. After that, unless you join willingly, I am coming for you. It's possible you might resist me, but I don't see you holding out very long, and particularly not against the two of us." I paused, then spoke again; "My suggestion to both of you, is to get over your hang-ups and lets have some fucking fun, or better yet some fun fucking." I stood up, moved away from the table, and began to lift my dress over my head. Just as the hem was about to rise above my pussy I asked; "By the way Bill, have you ever seen me naked? I mean with the exception of my birthday when you saw me in the shower." With that I pulled the dress over my head and stood proudly before my parents in total, shaved cunt nakedness. Karen spoke; "God, you are beautiful. Wait, what do you mean except in the shower?" Bill answered; "Gillian left the bathroom door slightly open while she was showering. She is gorgeous, and I looked, I admit it." "Now Bill, be a little more honest than that. Didn't you look long and hard, and when I finger-fucked myself didn't you get hard? Didn't you pull out your dick and rub it until you squirted your juices all over the shower door?" After a long embarrassing pause Bill answered; "Yes, it's all true. I couldn't help myself. You are so damn beautiful and sexy. When you pushed those fingers into your cunt I had to relieve the ache. Karen, I guess we aren't very different are we? I looked my Mother; "Mom, I'd like to tell you that Bill got in the shower with me before he beat-off, but he didn't. I wanted him to, but he's never touched me." Then I turned back toward Bill; "Now Bill, what's your call? Are you going to fart around all night debating what is clearly a dead issue, or are we going to fuck?" BILL: When Gillian lifted off her dress I thought I could die right then, and go to heaven happy. Her body was without flaw. If that was the way Karen looked at eighteen I am so very sorry I missed it. Gillian's breasts were perfect for the rest of her body. She was a large B or small C cup, and they projected from her chest with proud arrogance; her pink nipples sat high on the breast and protruded for over half and inch from the silver dollar size areola. Moving down, her skin was taught over her abdomen shrinking to a tiny waist. Gillian's hips were nicely rounded, and her buttocks were tight. The crease between her butt cheeks was so smooth and inviting; much like butter on bread. Legs, what can I say. Her legs seemed to go on forever; firm and perfectly sculptured. At the front juncture of those legs was a visible, unencumbered by hair, slit caused by the meeting of her labia majora. In short she was gorgeous, and I know I could not have withstood her charms for more than a moment. "Ladies, there's a saying "If you can't beat them then join them." I guess what I'm saying is do we want to get down and dirty right here, or do we want to go upstairs to the king size bed?" "This is my party" Gillian shouted, "so do you mind if I direct what happens? Here by the pool is just fine; we can use the bed later. I originally wanted to first fuck each of you at separate times, but we've already reached the next step so I very much want the pleasure of undressing you as the other watches." She turned to Karen; "At times like this what do you want me to call you? Is Mom okay, or would you prefer something else?" "What we're doing doesn't change my name; call me what you want. Do whatever feels best for you." "OK, Mom, you stand here by me. Bill, sit in that chair. You can take out your cock, but only if you promise to not touch it." When Karen was in place Gillian began to slowly remove her mother's clothes. She started at the white bone buttons on Karen's red silk blouse unbuttoning each one, and then rubbing her hands over Karen's chest and abdomen. Gillian walked behind Karen and removed the blouse. She then reached around to Karen's front to unhook the red bra and slip it down her arms. From the back, Gillian reached around and cupped Karen's breasts weighing them in her hands before tweaking the nipples causing Karen to shiver. The nipples were already aroused, but now they stood fully extended from the dark pink areola. Gillian shifted her attention to the snap and zipper holding the dark green skirt in place. With those undone the skirt floated slowly to the ground revealing nude colored stocking held in place by a red garter belt, and a pair of red thong panties. Gillian, with her graceful hands, carefully slid the panties down past Karen's beautiful thighs, knees, calves, until finally she reached the floor where she picked up each foot, and then tossed the panties toward the pool. In this whole time Gillian continually used her lips to caress Karen's legs, buttocks, and completely shaved vulva area. At last, with Karen wearing only her garter belt and hose, Gillian directed her to recline on a nearby pool-couch with her arms draped behind her and her legs straddled on each side. In this position Karen's chest was forced to stretch upward and her sexual organs were fully exposed. Gillian proved a passionate yet considerate lover. She understood her mother might, at first, have difficulty accepting a deep, tongue-sucking kiss. She began by kissing Karen's neck; a kiss here, a kiss there, but soon her kisses moved lower and lower until at last Gillian sucked Karen's right nipple into her mouth. She engulfed the nipple drawing into her warm, wet mouth, circling it with her tongue while applying suction to lengthen it to full erection, and then moved to the other nipple. Back and forth she shifted repetitively increasing the suction on each nipple until she felt the time was right to nibble on a nipple. Karen's reaction to the use of teeth was instantaneous as she jolted from the arousing abuse of her tits. Twice, thrice, four times she appeared to revel in orgasm, but after four outbursts of sexual release Gillian continued her downward movement toward a more private and sensitive area. Gillian moved her kisses lower, past the belly button, across the top of the pubic mound, and just before I expected her tongue to sweep along Karen's pussy crack she quickly shifted position and placed the first daughter to mother passionate kiss on Karen's mouth. The women, mother and daughter, clasped each other in their arms pulling their bodies so close their nipples collided, all the while they fought a powerful battle of lips and tongues. Karen, as passionate as I have ever seen her, was fully under Gillian's spell; so much so that when again Gillian delved toward her cuntal area, Karen eagerly lifted her legs and placed her knees to her breasts. This position fully exposed Karen from asshole to clit; a position that Gillian took full advantage of running her tongue up and down that beautiful stretch of flesh. Karen showed her appreciation with multiple orgasms while Gillian's tongue and teeth tweaked her asshole and nibbled at her clit. At long last Gillian recognized the signs indicating Karen was reaching that highest level of arousal; that level you reach just before climaxing with a thunderous expulsion of energy, and then returning to earth as a quivering mass of jelly. Gillian continued to lick Karen's exposed sexual area ensuring the anus was well lubricated. When she was satisfied, Gillian grabbed Karen's clit with her teeth and pushed one, two, and finally three fingers into Karen's asshole. Karen took them all then begged for more. Gillian gazed toward Karen's face; "Mom open your eyes. Are you listening to me? Good. You can put your legs up or down, whatever you want, but make sure my fingers remain in your ass. Then I want you to rub your clit until you cum so hard, and are so sensitive, you can't stand anymore. Do you understand? Okay, go for it." Gillian continued to push her fingers back and forth in her mom's asshole while that woman, so aroused she was mesmerized, shifted her knees higher until they were almost even with her ears. Then Karen, using the fingers on her right hand began to rub her clit. Stroking, stroking, stroking she applied steady pressure on her sensitive nub of nerve tissue. Gillian was also active licking with her tongue in, out, and around Karen's pussy hole, and plunging her fingers in and out of the exposed and stretched anal opening. Muscle tenseness in Karen's body began to show as she gradually uncoiled her legs so that her feet touched the pool-couch, and arched her back and buttocks. Higher and higher she lifted her buttocks until at last, arched as high as she could stretch, she screamed; "Oh God fuck me, God fucking damn, I'm C-U-M-M-M-M-I-N-G!" Following that outburst all her muscles contracted, and she collapsed into a quivering mass of flesh. With a somewhat frightened look of concern Gillian asked; "Mom, are you okay? Mom, blink if you're alright!" Karen blinked, then Gillian, with a self-satisfied grin, turned toward me and said; "Okay Bill, your turn." KAREN: It took a few moments for me to regain control of my senses after the tumultuous and extremely pleasurable sensations, orchestrated by Gillian, my daughter, racked through my body. Only superficially did I hear her tell Bill it was his turn, but I slowly rolled my head, and then my body, in the direction of Gillian's voice. Bill was excited. I could tell by the look on his face and the forward projection of his trousers. He walked toward Gillian as if in a daze; maybe it was just shock at all that was happening around him. Whatever was going on in his mind he was clearly not the person in control; Gillian had that job. "Bill, take off your tie. Good, now rip off your shirt." Bill grabbed his shirt on either side of the button row and jerked hard causing the buttons to explode from their threads and the material to tear. He removed the tattered remains and awaited further directions. With her naked 18-year-old body, Gillian brushed her hard nipples against his hairy chest, stomach, and back causing Bill to moan with enjoyment and anticipation. With her hands showing nary a shake, Gillian began to unsnap Bill's trousers, but then she stopped. "Bill" she said in a very coy manner, "my fingers are dirty, and I don't want to soil your trousers; please lick them clean." She looked at him with her large, adorable eyes, and he kneeled to her side, lifted the fingers previously in my ass and began to lick them clean. After Bill finished, Gillian unsnapped his trousers and allowed them to fall around his feet revealing that above the waistline of his underwear he was shaved smooth. "Bill, how come there's no hair here? Have you and Mom been a little kinky?" Bill kept his dick, balls, and general pubic area shaved just as he asked me to keep mine shaved. At first I didn't care one way or the other, but I have come to enjoy sucking his cock into my mouth and not getting pubic hairs wrapped around my tongue or caught in my teeth. Bill, Karen, Sue, Rick & Gillian Gillian followed her kinky question by immediately grabbing Bill's underwear, pulling the waistband out enough to clear his prick, and pushing the jockey shorts down around his feet. That cock was as hard as I have ever seen it. Removal of the underwear's constraint allowed it to fall slightly forward, but it remained erect and pointing toward his head; Gillian helped keep it that way as she straddled Bill's right thigh and rubbed it with her hairless, dripping wet pussy. After rubbing her cunt on his leg for a moment, Gillian stepped away and began to run her hands across his body; chest, back, legs, everywhere except his dick and balls. Bill climbed the excitement ladder higher and higher, but at the same time he climbed a similar ladder of frustration. With a quick change of tactics, Gillian began to place kisses and gentle nibbles on the same places her hands had rubbed, and she lightly stroked the erect prick, and hefted the sperm-laden testicles. Her hands and lips pushed Bill near his absolute limit, something that Gillian, seemingly by instinct alone, clearly seemed to know the extent of. She toyed with him taking him to the edge and bringing him back. With a last push toward the top, and just as Bill was going to explode in her hands, Gillian squeezed his balls very hard, and swiftly engulfed his cock in her hot, salivating mouth. In that movement Gillian changed Bill's focus from one type of pleasure to another. She was able to focus his attention on that central spot of every man's being; that spot at the end of his dick that when detonated the shock waves would resonate throughout his body. Gillian sucked his prick into her mouth, and with only the slightest gag on the first pass, took the entire length and girth of his throbbing member down her throat. Back and forth she moved, but devilishly, not enough to bring him his much-needed orgasm. Moving her mouth from the wonderful male-meat stick Gillian said; "Feeling good Bill? Eventually I want to feel you cum in my mouth. I want to feel your sperm juice flow across my tongue and down my throat, but my first goal was to fuck you, and that is exactly what I am going to do. Kick your pants out of the way, and lie down on that pool-couch mattress." Bill did as directed, his prick standing tall pointing toward the sky. Gillian wasted little time moving over his body, but his face, not his cock, was her first target. First, she straddled his face and lowered her dripping cunt toward his mouth and tongue. For the moment there was absolutely no movement on her part to touch his cock; I guessed she didn't want him to shoot too early. Gillian rubbed her pussy all over his face giving him directions as how and where to lick and chew all the parts of her cunt. Under his ministrations, she started to tense, but with a superior effort of willpower she stopped all activity before she could cum. She stopped, and then repositioned her body so her twat was directly over Bill's extremely hard, long, thick dick. Gillian grasped his wonderful man-tool, aimed her pussy opening at it, and forcibly squatted to drive Bill's cock inside her to the maximum extent possible. "Fuck me! Goddamn, you're wonderful." she yelled. With increasing speed and force, Gillian repeatedly raised and lowered her body never losing contact with the instrument of pleasure she was so beautifully playing. There was little regard for Bill's feelings; she was focused exclusively on the sensations caused by his dick sliding back and forth along her cuntal walls; the physical feelings and mental images in her mind created by the pressure of Bill's dick inside her pussy. She had within the confines of her body the cock of a man whom she adored. It mattered neither that he was her stepfather, nor the spouse, and lover of her mother. To her he was simply Bill, the object of her desire who now held the title as the best fuck she had ever known, and what she felt surely was the love of her life. With a thunderous upsurge the dam of her physical and mental emotions erupted, and she screamed out her cry of triumphant pleasure. Gillian's body collapsed, but for only a moment as she once again began the up and down movements she knew would take her to the same, or beyond that orgasmic high; that was if Bill lasted that long. ------- He did, and with both an uncanny sense of timing, and a booming display of sexual rocketry he ejaculated his seed into Gillian just moments after her next orgasm. They expressed their pleasure through the movements of their bodies and sounds of their voices. I would not have believed such a dual response was possible had I not witnessed it with my own eyes. GILLIAN: With a final shudder of my body I collapsed on Bill's chest. His cock remained erect; a feeling I hoped would last a very long time. Unfortunately, he began to soften so I had to act quickly to complete another part of my planned activities. "Mom, come here and lay beside me. No, not that way, I want your head right her even with his Bill's balls. In a moment I'm going to pop off his cock and put my pussy on your face." I saw Mom smile because she realized I wanted her to eat Bill's and my combined juices. When she was in position I rapidly lifted off his cock and shifted over to cover her face. I did this fast, before my cunt could drip anywhere except onto Mom's face, and down her throat. As my pussy settled, Mom greedily licked the contents of my cunt, and sucked the massed juices into her mouth. "Bill" I said, "Next time you cum in me you get to eat the results, and clean my twat with your tongue." Mother applied suction to my still throbbing cunt with her mouth while her tongue vigorously swept clean my lips, pussy hole, and clit. She did all that, but she didn't stop there. After the last lick of her cleaning duties she began some serious lingual stimulation of my sex pleasure spots. The pressure of her mouth, plus the thrilling movement of her tongue, and finally the feel of a finger or two sliding up my cunt brought me once again to that delightful plateau of orgasm I enjoy so much. By those actions I knew Mom was fully committed to our new relationship; the relationship I wanted between the three of us. BILL: After that evening we each knew our lives were changed forever. The pleasures we experienced, and continue to experience today, were at a level none of us had previously known. We have all gained new insights; until that night I had no idea how restricted were the boundaries of my sexual imagination, but now new vistas with limitless borders of sexual adventure are opening before my eyes. Much has changed, but we are where we are, and we can never go back. I doubt any of us intend to ever blatantly tell the world about our incestuous relationship, but we must be extra careful for the next few years while Gillian remains in school. Life with my women is very exciting, but I'm fully aware, and expect for Gillian to find a significant other when she gets older. I hope she chooses wisely because to be a complete member of our family means knowledge and acceptance of the true relationship between Gillian, Karen, and I; a very happy trio of intense sexual partners. Maybe I worry too much about things that are far, hopefully, in the future. We'll have to address that issue when the time comes. Until then I expect to regularly fuck, and partake of every deviant sexual activity possible with two of the most beautiful and sensuous women in the world; my wife and stepdaughter.