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Fulfillment Ch. 01

By: Selbryth



Tod looked down in his lap and smiled. The view had changed a few days before and he liked it.

A lot.

Sitting on his lap was a beautiful, smooth bodied young man named Andrew, and Andrew, as had become the custom, was absolutely naked. He had no body hair anywhere - the hair on his head was long and flowing, but presently up in a topknot ponytail - and that, plus his slender build gave him a distinctly feminine appearance. Tod lowered his eyes from the television screen once more. He found it hard to concentrate on even his most favorite shows because of this lovely wonder who more or less lay reclined in his lap, while Tod in turn sat upon his wheelchair. They both watched television, and this had become the norm since Andrew had shown up in Tod's life two days before. 

The other thing which Tod found new and quite pleasing was the fact that Andrew, who said he was 25 years old, sat there with Tod's rigid cock straight up inside his ass. He would always come to Tod naked and barefoot, freshly bathed and scented in fragrances which were very female indeed. He would turn and squat to position himself over Tod's already hard pole, and then sit slowly down, taking each inch of cock slowly and carefully. Then he would simply sit while thus impaled, not moving a muscle, not humping or squirming or anything else. Andrew apparently loved having Tod in him; not necessarily fucking him, just inserted.

Tod had gotten an immediate erection at the sight of the slender-bodied male standing before him that first night, just as he always did now. The first impression was that of a nude woman standing there, and the impression continued even though there was a definite - though tiny - cock, balls, and a lack of breasts of any sort. Andrew, even in his soft manner of speech, his movements and everything else, pointed to the fact that he was female, at least on the inside. Then had come that first awkward moment; the boy hadn't spoken a word, but simply walked up to Tod, unzipped his already firm erection, pulled it up bare, turned, squatted, and then sat down upon it. Tod didn't know what to say, but the pleasure of that simple, straightforward act kept his mouth closed. Having been in a wheelchair for most of his 58 years, he had had somewhat less than stellar fortune with the ladies, and though this beautifully made creature had male genitalia, the exquisite femaleness was more than enough; Tod had not been with anyone for nearly seven years, and to have this suddenly present in his lonely life was indeed a gift.

Tod had the impulse to thrust up and down, but Andrew turned and smiled warmly back at him.

"You can do that later," he whispered, caressing Tod's face with his fingers, "But...let's watch Jeopardy! first...." Tod nodded and Andrew got comfy and sat in that same spot until the end of the television show. And then the next and the next. The only time anything did change was when Andrew got up to make way for his twin sister.

Kelly now stood there smiling warmly at Tod, waiting for her brother to get up. They kissed in passing, Tod heading for the kitchen to rustle up some dinner for them all, and though it was a sweet kiss, Tod remembered other kisses between the two which seemed a bit more than what siblings normally did. But then Kelly was standing with her back to Tod, squatting back and reaching under herself. She guided Tod's prick up into her own ass, and pushed slowly down until she had completely taken her brother's place. Tod had his legs up on the ottoman, and Kelly crossed her legs on top of his, leaning back and sighing to herself.

Tod wondered if she would ever take him into her pussy. Simply being inside her at all was a treat beyond anything he'd ever imagined for himself - especially at his age - but he wondered. Then his eyes began to wander down her legs, her ankles; he stared at her feet. The entire view was an exact duplicate of Andrew, with the exception of the small penis and the addition of a pair of flat breasts. The legs and ankles and feet and toes were the same; the shoulders and arms, even the hair. It was as if Andrew had never gotten up. Tod's cock flexed inside her and she turned her head. He could see her smiling in profile.

"...you're so hard..." she whispered, and kissed his nose.

Each of the twins was under a hundred pounds in weight. It was a weight Tod enjoyed having against him. But each time he saw either of them, or touched them or, as now, had them sitting so relaxed and nonchalant on his cock, he fought to understand how this thing, this blessing, had come to him, even so late in his life. And though they teased him at times, they were not simply teases; neither brought him to excitement without ultimately giving him release. In fact, in the past two days, Tod had orgasmed perhaps twenty times; more than he had in the last eight years, total.

Kelly squirmed a little, getting more comfortable in Tod's lap and that made his pole move in her. She gasped, a soft, sweet sound, and then she sighed, and nestled herself more comfortably against him. He reached around her and held her shoulders, and she turned and kissed his hand.

"...you make me feel so good, Tod," she whispered, and then Tod thought of that strange scene of two days prior.

He had been rolling his chair down a side street, past some burned out and crumbling concrete buildings. In the 1950s, the area had been a bustling garment district, but now it was more or less deserted. But as he rolled by one particular building, hearing the crunch of ancient broken glass beneath his wheels, he heard muffled cries for help followed by the sound of a slap, skin against skin. Without really thinking, he turned and rolled into the place, picking his way through the rubble so as to make the least amount of noise, and finally stopped when he saw what he needed to see.

Andrew and Kelly, though he didn't know their names at the time, both stood flat up against a concrete pillar, their hands tied to each other's, their ankles loosely bound as well. They had been stripped naked and tied thusly by the dozen or so bad guys standing around, watching. Some were standing right up against each twin, hips and pelvis rolling as they sodomized them brutally. One was now putting a gag on Kelly's mouth because she had been the one who had just screamed, and though the sight filled Tod with a small sense of arousal, it also filled him with rage. He glanced around, found a good looking piece of rebar, pushed himself up out of his chair to grab it, and then used it as a crutch to get over the last bit of piled rubble. A few of the roughs heard him coming and then they all looked. A couple came, laughing, to deal with Tod, but found a surprising degree of one-legged agility, and upper body strength in their bar wielding intruder. Tod dispatched the first two with a spinning slash of his rebar, then three rushed him and were in a similar way dissuaded from continuing; one of them clutching his crotch and staggering away. Then two more came at him and Tod missed the first, left a bloody bruise across the face of the other and then fell. As he did, three of them came at him, but now, on his back, he had the advantage. A singular, circular stroke from a distant, though not forgotten part of his teenage martial arts training was produced, and several teeth and a few large splashes of blood flew. They, and the rest, ran out of the warehouse and down the street with a great deal of yelling and the sound of their shoes hitting the pavement.

Tod rolled across the floor to get nearer the column and the two captives, accidentally sliced his arm on a large chunk of glass, and then took it with him. He got on his knees using the rebar as a crutch again, and used the glass to cut through the ropes and duct tape. The freed twins hugged him, and then Kelly held him upright while Andrew ran to get the wheelchair. They quickly threw their clothes and shoes on and rushed Tod out into the relative safety of the open street again, and after getting his address, the three of them headed that way.

And now, one of the beautiful twins was laying in his lap, cooing soft words to him.

"...Andrew..." she called, and Andrew popped his head out the kitchen doorway. "I...can't hold on anymore...he's so hard in me..." Just the sultry, over the edge tone of her voice made Tod want to spurt in her, but then Andrew was there, helping to pull his sister off Tod's lap. He held her until she seemed to recover, and then both of them smiled down at Tod.

"You!" Kelly sighed. "There's just something about you...." Then she exchanged a whisper with her brother, and padded off to the kitchen to finish what Andrew had begun. Andrew turned and sat himself on Tod's cock.

Again, there was no difference. The boy was a girl, inside if not out. But even that! The tiny cock stiffened slightly at the pleasure of the anal intrusion, and then softened again. It was nothing more than a large clitoris, Tod thought to himself. Two beautiful girls had invaded his home, one with flat boobs and a lovely, trimmed bush, the other with even flatter boobs and a big clit. Their legs were identically sexy, their hips and shoulders. He ran a hand down Andrew's right arm and it turned to goose flesh. The boy sighed, and Tod noticed that his nipples were hard too. He saw the small cock lift up in arousal and stay that way, and for a moment he wanted nothing more than to reach around and touch it.

"I'd like to touch it," he whispered in Andrew's ear and the boy nodded speechlessly. Then Tod reached and stretched his fingers and finally, almost touched it.

"Hey no fair!" Kelly called from the open doorway of the kitchen. Andrew seemed jolted back to reality and quickly pushed his cock down between his thighs and locked them together. However, now he looked even more female, and that didn't help Tod a bit.

But it had been that way almost from the moment the twins had stepped through his front door. They had of course helped him and thrown all the bolts and doorlocks, and then they had cared for his scratches and bruises. Tod had offered them shelter and they accepted, and while Kelly helped Tod get cleaned up and change his clothes, Andrew had gone off for groceries.

"Don't let them see you!" Tod called, but the boy had already gone. Half an hour later he came back with three bags full of food. Tod figured the twins to be from a rich family, but gladly accepted the assistance. Then Andrew asked to have a shower, to which Tod agreed, and Kelly, quite the chef as it turned out, began supper.

But it was Andrew's reemergence from the shower, wreathed in steam, and with a towel around his waist and another in a turban around his long hair that simply took Tod's breath away. He did not see a handsome young man standing there, but a beautiful, topless woman. He had to blink and remind himself that this was a man and not a woman, but nothing about the boy gave a clue to that. His legs were hairless, and were in fact the first thing Tod had absently glanced at when he saw someone come out of the shower.

Cute legs...pretty feet Tod had thought, and then blinked. Then Andrew raised his arms to undo the turban as he leaned into the kitchen to see how his sister was doing, and Tod noticed he had no underarm hair either. Totally and completely smooth. A swimmer perhaps, Tod thought. They shave their bodies for lessened water resistance. But he wasn't built like a swimmer with the broad shoulders and clearly defined muscles. Even in the unglamorous lighting from the kitchen Tod could see this, and with the television against the outside of the kitchen wall, he could simply lift his eyes from the screen to a view of the hallway and the entrance to the kitchen.

The boy was beautiful. He could hardly blame the hoodlums from wanting him, though rape was hardly ever about sexual gratification. When Kelly saw her brother, she made a happy cheering sound, and the two exchanged a few soft words. Then Andrew's towel fell down to the floor and again the sister exclaimed something, but now it sounded more like soft, 'yummy' sounds. Tod tried to keep his eyes on the television, but when Kelly came out of the kitchen and embraced her brother, nude as he was, Tod couldn't. He stared, and noticed that the kiss between brother and sister was not like any he'd ever seen before. But then Kelly seemed to remember herself and stopped. She stepped back and then the both of them looked toward Tod. He looked up from the screen as if he'd been watching it all along, and smiled. They smiled back, and then Andrew picked up his towel and went back into the bathroom. 

The boy had had an erection. A mild one, only half hard. His penis was two inches long, no more, but it had been half hard Tod knew, and though it was probably from the cold, and having just come out of the shower, he thought it might not be the real reason. Kissing like that, being kissed like that, would have made his own member stiffen, Tod thought to himself. And then a thought entered his mind that would normally have made him somewhat disgusted: kissing the boy would have been just as exciting! 

Tod shook his head. He'd never considered men as being sexually exciting. But this one...was hardly what could be called a 'manly man.' Tod found himself visualizing how it would be to kiss the boy's pretty mouth, the girl's mouth, his shoulders, her shoulders. He'd seen her naked just as he'd seen Andrew naked - while they'd been captured and abused, but now, somehow, being so freshly bathed and clean, there was a new sort of interest. He wondered if the impression would be the same when and if the girl had her shower, or if she would lose her towel as well. 

They had dinner together in front of the television; the twins sitting cross-legged on the floor around the coffee table and Tod in his wheelchair with the tray attached. The show was Survivor and the food was spaghetti, and both were wonderful. The show's episode was a rerun, and the food was the best he'd tasted in literally years, but what surpassed even this was the company; Andrew in a borrowed bathrobe, and Kelly wearing a long, calf-length tee-shirt that Tod had bought and never worn. She too had bathed, and though she did not come out in a towel, there was enough of her visible against the fabric of the tee-shirt to tell Tod he'd been correct in his assumptions.

They seemed completely absorbed in the show, eating, then turning quickly to see what was going on. They were ahead and to the sides of Tod and his chair, and the twins' involvement with the show allowed him plenty of time to see other things.

The profile of their identical faces was beautiful beyond beauty. They would have made fabulous fashion models. Their eyes were big and soft and light brown, their noses and cheeks chiseled and jaw lines subdued. Both had graceful, long necks and though they weren't showing at the time, Andrew's smooth, shapely shoulders matched his sister's exactly. Two pretty ladies over for supper, Tod had mused and it brought a smile to his face.

But then the meal was done and they argued briefly over who would clean up. Andrew got up to grabbed the dishes, but Kelly stood first and swept them out of his reach. She stuck her tongue playfully at her brother and then walked triumphantly back to the kitchen. Andrew shrugged at Tod, and then stood. He stretched, yawned, and Tod was preparing to bid the boy a good night. Instead, Andrew undid the sash of the robe and let it fall around his feet. He stooped down and retrieved a small tube of something from the pocket of the robe, opened it, placed one foot upon the table and reached it behind him. Tod looked on, stunned. He watched with unblinking eyes as the beautiful young creature seemed to squeeze the tube back between his buttocks, and then transferred the tube to his other hand while he began working the ointment into himself. Then, satisfied with his accomplishment, the boy stepped up to Tod, abruptly reached down and unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock - which by that time was nearly fully erect - squeezed it gently and tenderly until it was stiff, and then turned his back to Tod and sat down upon it. 

Just as if it were something he'd done every day of his life.

As Tod felt himself slowly pushing up into the boy's hot interior, his mind blanked. It was wonderful; the most wonderful feeling he had had in ages! Then Andrew's cool butt cheeks were against Tod's crotch, and the boy leaned back and propped his legs up over and on top of Tod's. He sighed, and then simply sat there, naked, exposed, completely at ease. 

"I know it's probably an imposition," Andrew sighed sweetly back at Tod, "...but...Kelly and I have both been waiting for this moment since we first saw you...." 

Tod couldn't speak. The pleasure was too great, but so was the shock of what had just happened, and after a few moments he couldn't persuade himself that he was just dreaming. His eyes told him that what he was seeing was true - that a beautiful stranger had just given himself totally to him - and his completely entrenched cock reinforced that fact. His eyes wandered down the pretty legs, up again to the small but erect cock on the boy's crotch - he had to peer over a creamy shoulder to do that - and then his hands trembled, raising. Andrew took a soft breath and looked over his shoulder.

"...it's okay, you know," he whispered, and then he took hold of Tod's hands and placed one on his own chest, and one down on his belly. Tod gasped in excitement. His cock lifted up even stiffer in the hot, greasy channel of Andrew's rectum. He slipped his one hand over the boy's left upper chest and squeezed. The nipple was hard and Tod instinctively thumbed it softly. Andrew sighed once more, and then Tod reached his other hand lower, passed the heaving belly, and touched the small, stiff organ there. The boy arched against him, shivering.

Then the background noise in the kitchen ended. The sounds of clattering dishes and of the running water faucet fell silent. Tod looked up and Kelly, having turned off the kitchen light, was now walking toward him, wiping her hands on a dishtowel, but now without her long tee-shirt on. Tod stared at her, trying to take in every inch of her in one glance. Face, shoulders, small breasts, waist, hips, navel, pubic V, thighs, knees, calves, feet - all gorgeous. He reached out to her and she came and knelt beside him, taking his hand and placing it on her chest. Tod squeezed it gently, enjoying the supple firmness, and then he felt Andrew's anal muscles squeezing, pressing inward. The boy gasped, and both Tod and the girl looked over. 

Semen erupted from Andrew's tiny cock, squirting up into the air and then raining back down over it. It was flexing, lifting rhythmically up and down as it ejaculated and now jiz was leaking down over everything. Tod put his hand there, feeling the creamy issue, watching the boy's legs bend up at the knee and writhe against his. It was the most exquisite kind of agony apparently, and Tod wanted to experience it himself. 

"Andrew's so pretty like that, isn't he?" Kelly asked, and Tod nodded, fascinated. He hadn't touched the boy's dick until after it spurt and now he couldn't seem to stop touching it. "Here, don't feel weird about it," Kelly went on, and she took Tod's hand, the one on her brother's still oozing cock, and pressed it more firmly, more assuredly to it. Tod watched as the girl made his hand rub and squeeze and explore Andrew's softening organ, noting that she was not at all squeamish or hesitant about getting her brother's jiz on her own hand. She shaped Tod's fingers around the prong, moved it up and down, made Tod reach underneath the tiny ball-sac and press upward. It was where a pussy-hole would be if it had been Kelly sitting on him instead of her brother. But at that touch, Andrew gasped again and sighed; it was intensely pleasurable to him, and pleasure was all Tod wanted to give these two.


Fulfillment Ch. 01



"So you really have a date on Saturday with this internet contact of yours," I asked with a mixture of incredulity, excitement and apprehension? 

This wasn't exactly unexpected behavior from my wife of 20 years since we had decided to explore some open marriage options. I had taken my shot...or shots with a few contacts, usually finding that the couples were mostly interested in my wife and the single women were either too young, too scary looking, or wary of relationships with couples/married men/STDS you name it. Not that there wasn't the occasional success but this process sure seemed easier for her. Any ad would bring HER tons of response and me a token or two.

"That's right, and I want to get a good tan base down before going down to Haulover to meet him." 

Haulover Beach is the Miami nude beach. A mile or so of gay men followed by a mile or so of nude couples singles and (mostly male) gawkers. The one time I had gone there, I left my wife for a walk and came back 15 minutes later to find her talking to a bent over black man whose genitals were bouncing against his thigh while he was trying to talk her into visiting a local swing club that night. While she seemed to be shaking her head no, she also had a smile on her face watching the swinging balls inches in front of her face. 

"What do you know about this guy," I asked with more than a hint of jealousy somehow creeping into my voice? "Do you have a picture, X or GP rated? How about some references?" Now I was getting silly. "I'm not sure I like the idea..." 

She cut me off.

"But it was YOUR idea to try swinging on our own now and then. I got a lot of emails and they make me feel pretty good about myself. I want to go lie down on the nude beach, let others look at me and maybe fool around a little. Is that so bad?" 

It was hard to argue with that kind of logic. Apparently her friend went to this beach a lot and even though it was far from both of our homes, it did seem to be kind of swing-central for this part of the world, as far as I knew anyway. Mostly there was a lot of looking and harmless voyeurism going on. Nothing for any secure individual to be frightened of. The heat that this whole idea had generated between us was palpable now as well. I wasn't sure whether I liked, hated or was merely jealous of this unseen prick that had gotten my old lady to visit with him in the nude. Of course, I hadn't heard anything about his motor home yet....

Looking down at what was an undeniable erection-tent in my pants I knew that the conversation had definitely had an effect on me. Most of the week leading up to this planned weekend had been a reversal of the trend for us. Instead of once weekly in and out sex, we were now going at it every night like a pair of young bunnies. The 50ish always horny guy and the 40-something still-sexy hot mama were acting like teenagers again. Maybe, I was thinking that if I fucked her hard enough or often enough, this fluky idea to go to nude beaches and fuck around with strange men would vanish somehow. It only seemed to make her want to tease me about it some more. 

"Is this how you imagine me going down on Tim," she offered as she slowly slid her lips over and then down my proud 6 inches? She was now licking the shaft from tip to sack while she smiled and asked: "Is my tan-line almost gone in the back here?" I grabbed her head and pushed it down gently on Mr. Happy.

"Yeah, you're getting pretty red all over. I guess you don't want to burn and peel or have a white ass when your down on a nude tropical beach getting all those wolf-stares and whistles." 

Kat had a pretty decent body for her age. She had a little extra padding (so who doesn't?) here and there and good size breasts with large nipples above a shaved pussy, which was accustomed to serious banging...on occasion.

"You know, he says he has a boat and a motor home and that I could easily get an invitation to join him for a while...if I didn't have to work of course." Now she was really letting me have it. "Do you think he'd enjoy me doing this to him?" This was accompanied by her squeezing the family jewels at first gently and then a bit harder. "Of course when he whips it out for the first time, I don't know if it won't be just too big for me to handle." This was accompanied by fluttering eyelids and a barely concealed sneer.

I doubted that the monster black cock that I'd seen her smiling next to a few weeks ago belonged to Tim. Black men hadn't been an interest of hers, or so she'd always said. I was aware of some of the cyber names of the guys she flirted with on the various sites but had never seen any pictures. I didn't know if she was planning on meeting one guy, a group of guys, a married couple, a party room full of guys or if it was all just a big tease. Maybe that was a part of what was getting me so hard (and so often) in that interesting week. My mind was drifting while she was talking and I probably missed a lot of what she said.

"He could probably meet me down at the beach in the motor home, that would be convenient" Who listens to words when their cock is being attended to? "I wonder just how big...." Her words drifted off again.

As Friday came to a close and work became just another 40 hour, unvaried scripted boredom, I arrived home to find that, for the first time in eons, Kat had beaten me home. She was working on her tan some more, oiling her body down in the back yard while stretching out nude behind the impromptu privacy screen she had draped over a couple of chairs. Well at least she's not trying to drive the neighbor crazy. Whether she'd heard me or not, I couldn't help but notice, from my vantage point behind the kitchen window, that she was making sure not to miss any of the important areas between her thighs with that tanning oil. Figuring that I would strike while the tanning oil was hot, I quickly grabbed a squirt or two of lotion that I had on the sink and rubbed it around my own growing appendage and made the short walk to the tan zone in record time. 

"Somebody's happy to see me," she said as she reached for my shiny member! As it didn't look like she needed a lot of warming up, I basically threw myself on top of her and was balls-deep in a flash. Her legs flew up in the air and wrapped around my back as I pounded her into the backyard grass/sand/beach towel. "That makes every day this week you've fucked me really well. I guess I should set up more weekend dates." I wasn't quite sure if she was kidding or daring me to respond. "Do you want me to continue to find and provide inspiration for your fantasies or just tease you a little?" She looked dead serious when she said this. And, in truth, I wasn't sure what answer to give or what the honest answer was. "I kind of like the attention I've been getting! And I know I'll be appreciated at Haulover too!" No doubt. I was sliding in and out as fast and hard as I could now. Soon that familiar light flicked on in the back of my head. As I dumped a load of cum into her pussy she continued. "Oh, yeah, big boy, that's it, fill me up. Mind if I push a finger in here?" As she poked at my rectum the cum just spurted out leaving me drained and leaving her to slowly disentangle herself, grab her towel and head for the proverbial showers. 

My first thought was: "I do love inspiration."

(Kat picks up the story here.)

The next morning I was up in a flash preparing for my rendezvous. Into the shower to lather-up with my favorite body wash, and then neaten the trim on my pussy. Just as I was about to finish up an erection came from around the corner. I lathered it up and then moved him under the pulsating shower spray to rise off while I massaged the balls and cock. Squatting down I began licking his balls then nibbling ever so gently, before engulfing one in my mouth. As I began to suck, I could feel his tension building and switched to the left ball however my teeth scraped the ball sack causing a involuntary jerk up his spine, "That must have hurt!" I teased. 

Now for the spear that was bopping me in the face, wanting its share of attention... Massaging the balls and licking the shaft till it fell deeper into my throat. In and out, till I felt he was on the brink of cuming. Then I stood up, spread my legs, and braced my hands against the wall while he entered my sweet pussy from behind, forcing himself into me a little bit harder each time. He reached up and grabbed more body wash as a lubricant and began inching his way toward my ass, rubbing Mr. Happy in the ass crack and finally poking gingerly at my anus. Pushing ever so gently, he plowed forward as I bent over to take him inside me.

"Oh! Oh! Keep pushing it deeper.... I am about to cum now!" 

He kept banging me harder and the ecstasy I was feeling made me want to explode inside, with my knees buckling under, and my legs feeling limp like jelly. 

"Take that and that and that, " he murmured. He was pumping at full speed now and was keeping me from falling down into a puddle at his feet. "And tha"... was the last grunt I heard as his cock began to throb and pulse while I held onto the walls.

Exhausted, I showered and began getting ready for a trip to "my Beach." As I was about to leave, he asked if I was 'ready.' 

I opened my bag. "Let's see, sunscreen, beach blanket, hair brush, and a handful of condoms. Yep I'm ready!" 

I kissed him good-bye and squeezed his balls before heading off to Tim and Deb's place. These "internet friends" of mine were introducing me to the concept of swinging. My other friend that I had been Im-ing and his motor home could wait a week. He really seemed like more my type, but, being single,he might have different expectations than me.

When I arrived at their place, Tim, his wife Deb and their teen-age daughter were just heading out the door. 

"What a beautiful day for the beach. We all are going to have so much fun today," Deb said as she kissed me and pinched at my breasts. On the ride there, while Tim was driving, the conversation turned "X-Rated" and I became incredibly horny. Reaching gingerly through my shirt, I began playing with my nipples as they were aching and protruding. I noticed Tim adjust the rear view mirror for a better view, so I began putting on a show for him. As I unbuttoned my blouse, I rubbed and squeezed the nipples for his viewing pleasure. Then I lifted up my jean skirt, parted my legs and began fondling my pussy through my G-string panties. 

"Look out!" cried Deb as she apparently realized Tim was paying too much attention to me and not the road. I decided to repackage the goodies for the remainder of the ride.

Soon we arrived at "my beach." The good sections of Haulover are usually up near the waters edge at the south end, but far enough back to view the action around you. We set up close to some seagrass that promised a touch of shade. There seemed to be a diverse population of sunbathers this time from all ages and from different shades on the tanning spectrum. It was funny to see the stark white tan lines on the 'new to nude bathers.' As we undressed I could feel the intense heat of the sun on my bottom and the breeze off of the ocean. We all took turns putting sunscreen on each other's hard to reach places. I am certain that others were thinking how strange our threesome looked and we played it up for their viewing pleasure groping and tossing water on each other.

After a short while the three of us headed for the water to cool off. How refreshing it was to be naked in the ocean and how free from cares I felt. We frolicked in the waves, touching and bumping into each other and sneaking a quick feel into private parts. Tim came up from behind and began fondling my pussy. "You are so wet!" he exclaimed. 

"Of course I am, we are in an ocean!" at which he just laughed. 

After we were sufficiently pruned, the three of us went for a walk on the beach with the waves lapping up against our feet. I was in my exhibitionist glory at this moment, parading around naked for all the gawkers to see. I must admit that the view was interesting from our vantage point as well. There were these well-endowed girls along the edge with red spiked hair, black eye liner and piercing on their lips, eyebrows, tits, belly buttons and cunt lips. If that was not strange enough, there were chains between body parts and each other. It was so weird that we all had to comment after we had passed them, as we imagined the different possibilities of sex between them and us. 

"It would be like playing Sex Twister, with painful outcomes if someone pulled at one of those chains." Deb remarked.

The three of us traveled back to our spot on the beach and then went back in the ocean to cool off. After a few minutes Deb went to dry off leaving Tim and I alone to play in the water.

"You have to watch out for the life guards when we play like this in the water, or we will get kicked off the beach." I commented. 

He just dove under my spread wide legs. Tim surprised me by swimming under the water facing up and fingering at my pussy then stroking past it with his hard prick as he floated thru. As he stood up behind me he rubbed his member against my ass and briefly pushed it between my legs. I was so horny that my nipples ached from being erect for so long a time. All he did was tease me as the waves lapped against me and the sun shone down. 

I grabbed his hardening dick and dove under to give him a sample of my own techniques. A quick pinch and a caress and I jumped away quickly. Not wanting to be ejected from the beach, we calmed down and went back to dry off and catch a few more rays. He surprised me when he pulled out the camera and took my picture as a memento I assume for both of us to remember. The digital screen came to life with my naked image.

"What do you think of that picture, pretty hot for forty something?" Ok, I was bragging.

Deb and I took this opportunity to get to know each other better as we chatted about ourselves and she explained a little bit about what the 'lifestyle' is like. Apparently, Tim makes most of the plans. She said it was a way for them to develop friends on a different level often involving several other couples for the weekend on their motor home. They had started their own explorations after a familiar sounding bout of marital discord had resolved into a need to be with other people TOO. 

After a few hours of sun and schmoozing we packed up and headed to their place. This time Deb drove while Tim and I played in the back of his huge back seat. With plenty of leg room to stretch out in, we rubbed aloe on each other's fresh sunburns and then he smacked his cock against my leg as if to ask: "Remember Me?" Again he teased me with his hands, rubbing the lotion into my legs and then close to, but not into, my now tender pussy. His thumb then found the proper target and I was soon brought to the brink of ecstasy, in full view of the rear view mirror and Deb's watchful eyes. 

When we arrived back at their home, Tim proceed to fool around like a teenager on steroids. He tore off his clothes and went into the pool, while Deb and I put on some music and prepared some Rum Runners to put us (or mostly the suddenly nervous me) into the mood. A noise at the front door jarred me but it was just their daughter popping into the house briefly to change her clothes. She smiled at us, mumbled something in teen-talk and sat with her back to the pool waiting for a ride to her own next adventure. 

Tim came out of the pool swinging his limp cock to the beat of the music. Deb and I were trying to keep from bursting out in laughter, as we were sure that he had no idea that his daughter was home. Soon Tim realized how he had to look and jumped back into the pool to tend to his wounded pride. In a few minutes the daughter was gone and Deb and I proceed to join Tim in the pool. Jimmy Buffett was playing in the background, a few drinks went down the hatch, and we were ready to party in the cool water of the pool. When I dove in, I bumped headlong into his genitals when I came up for air. He turned me around and placed me back against the pools edge. Deb then began caressing my bronzed body and kissing my mouth as I returned the favor to her. Her fingers ran through my pussy that was still swollen from the fingering on the ride home. Tim fondled my breasts and poked my side with his member, so I reached down and grabbed for the gusto. The three of us continued to touch and caress each other until Deb suggested that we continue in the bedroom. 

When I walked in to the master bedroom, Deb had her leopard motif bedroom linens on the bed with some thirty candles burning around the room. The smell of Mangos and Papayas seemed to fill the room. On the wall there were a few big leafy fans, spears, and what appeared to be whips. 

They jumped on the bed while I sprawled out on the fur throw-rug waiting for who-knows-what from the two of them. I must admit that I had never been with another woman sexually before, but certainly was willing to experience some new thrills. 

Pulling me up to join them on the bed, Deb's touch was soft and knowing. It was gentle yet firm and promised to do things that only another woman could know how to do. Tim began fanning us both, to become part of the action and to enhance our experience. She kissed me deeply and yet ever so gently as her huge breasts rubbed up against my body. I sucked at her breasts and felt their firmness as they responded to my tongue. She began to play with my pussy and then began to lick at my clit in earnest. Her tongue massaged my clit as she parted my legs further in anticipation of driving my pussy into a new dimension. I couldn't believe that I was experiencing such feelings with another woman. Tim walked around and behind her, adjusted his dick to pussy level, and began banging her pussy while he watched my expression of satisfaction and enjoyment. He made up in enthusiasm what he lacked in size. When she loudly came, he withdrew and began dripping hot candle wax on her breast, stomach and pussy. 

"This is what really puts her over the edge and finishes her off after a really enjoyable interlude of sex." 

He dribbled the hot wax into spots I was sure had to cause agony. But Deb was all smiles.

"It's a good sort of pain and it doesn't leave marks." she opined

Next it was my turn. He laid me face down on the fur and pulled out the whips and began swatting my behind. Gently at first and then with more fervor, I could feel that my pussy was dripping-wet by now. He turned me over and began kissing and sucking me from head to toe. I had a few more sips and finished off my drink. Tim then removed the ice cubes and rubbed them up and down my body in a very erotic fashion ending up in my hot vagina. When I then asked Deb about why she liked the candle wax on her body she finally said:

"You have to try it to know how it feels." 

So I had Tim dribble wax on my stomach, then breasts and pussy. It felt good where it had been so cold before, but almost intolerable otherwise. I guess you have to develop a taste for it.

Then Deb reached for my hands and asked me if I trusted her. I said that I did and she proceeded to handcuff my arms and legs to the bedposts. I was soon lying spread-eagle on the bed and totally at their beck and call. I can't remember what happened first or next. Tongues, fingers, cocks and pusses all licking, prodding, dripping and vying for attention that I was barely able to give. I do remember a purple vibrating dildo that played havoc with my pussy. There was enough breast sucking that I had two swollen nipples. Not too far from the place where I lay in a daze was one very swollen looking cock. A tongue had left tracings on its way from my anus to cunt and back up through the crack in my ass. Another was stabbing at my clit and then my belly button and then my nipples. When I thought that I couldn't cum any more, I was finally sprung from the handcuffs and placed over the edge of an ottoman. My hands were re-cuffed, together this time, and stretched out in front of me to leave my ass sticking way up into the air. 




Fulfillment Ch. 01



After splashing a generous glop of fragrant edible oil directly onto my exposed anus, Tim proceeded to lick the oil further into my asshole. Then he coated his own member with the oil and Deb stretched my legs apart using one of the remaining cuffs to attach my right legs to a bedpost. This left only the one leg free. I had guessed what was next. Slowly but without hesitation or delay, he was sliding that purple dildo into my pussy just an inch or two but enough to hit a lot of my favorite buttons. Then he followed it with a quick shallow stab into my ass with his now very erect dick. A few more thrusts and it slid right in. I could see his eyes in the mirror and they were about the size of silver dollars now. He banged me so hard from behind that I could hardly move when he announced that he was finally cuming. Between the dildo still vibrating while Deb rubbed it in all the right spots and the pounding Tim was giving my ass, I was soon about ready to yelp in amazed satiety. 

I had been fucked up the ass before and by bigger dicks too. But the combination of the dildo hitting the right spots in my puss, the occasional pinched nipple and the reaming of my already partially filled crotch was amazing. Tim was pushing in and out with good speed now. He slipped out just as he started to ejaculate and began spraying cum all over my right ass cheek. He then rubbed the shrinking knob against my other ass cheek and then pushed it back in which made me squirm a bit, but which only seemed to make him prouder. He was done cuming but it still felt so nice and warm being double-fucked! I could only imagine what a truly huge dick doing this to me would feel like. Or what two huge ones could do!

"How am I going to explain these hickeys and swollen nipples to my husband, guys? Or maybe I'll just torture him with it for a week or so. If this guy I've been Im-ing is half the stud he claims to be I'm going to have an amazing week of fucking cuming up!" 

This brought a few guffaws from Deb and a belly laugh from Tim. 

"I guess we broke you in right then," Tim chortled! 

"Don't forget to set something up with hubby and us some time so I can check out his equipment too," Deb entreated. 

After they released me from my bonds and when I was able to move again without wobbling, I picked up my things and began the drive home thinking about the adventure I had just experienced that afternoon. More over I was scheming up ways to make the next week, leading up to what I knew would be a visit with my single friend, more memorable for all concerned.

"Perhaps after I get a chance at a single guy again a foursome would be in order," I told the car radio. "Then maybe a visit to a swing club or a nudist resort or one of those Nevada clubs or that guy with the boat or..." The mind reels in anticipation. 



Fulfillment Ch. 01



Or would it be just the one?

After a few moments, Andrew came back to himself. He opened his eyes and smiled at Kelly and then at Tod. He strained to sit up, and then got up off Tod's lap, stood shakily, and then turned and sat facing Tod, smiling. Tod was still smiling back at that angelic face when Kelly's rump blocked the view. He looked up, refocusing at closer range, but the girl was already sitting down, and with a quick handling of Tod's dick, managed to impale herself on it, just as her brother had done.

(continued)



Fulfillment Ch. 02



How could he manage to concentrate on the damn photo album after what had happened upstairs? He couldn't. Every time he looked passed his mother, Tera's blue eyes were on him with a knowing twinkle. Shit! Memories of the feel of her tight, wet pussy had him struggling to hide his cock which stayed at a constant half mast.

Mom, of course, wasn't oblivious to his tension. Several times she stopped turning her the pages of the picture book to ask him what was wrong. All he could do was shake his head nervously and try to turn on his charming smile.

"I'm fine, Mom. Really." He reassured her yet again

The older woman looked at him suspiciously, then placed the book on the table. With a sigh, she sat back in the couch with her arms crossed. Tera's mischievous look over Mom's shoulder only made things worse for him. He crossed his legs, hopefully hiding the near erection.

"I really don't think you are." Mom said, pursing her lips, "But I see how it is. Always keeping poor old Mom in the dark." Her voice teased

Ian swallowed hard when Tera made a choking sound, bordering a laugh. Mom raised a brow and turned to her only daughter. The girl just shrugged.

"I don't know, Mom. He looks kind of off to me, too." Tera sighed whimsically, then put her head on Mom's shoulder, "Maybe we should have some of that tea you make!"

Mom nodded in agreement, "I'll go make some. You two sit tight." She patted Tera's cheek, then stood up.

Ian watched their mother go with apprehension. Sensory memories suddenly hit him now that only he and Tera sat in the living room. He didn't want to look at her because if he did, he would want to taste her lips, fill her snatch with his large cock, and cum deep inside her eager hole.

He tried to shake off the thoughts, but Tera decided to make that impossible. She slid across the couch until her body pushed against his. His shoulders stiffened as her head moved to his shoulder. His legs twitched as she threw one of hers over his lap. That long smooth leg was a temptation he could barely resist. His hand, despite himself, moved to the leg. Tera let out a small groan thanks to that.

"Poor brother," she whispered as she tilted her head, "You're being so fucking obvious, it's silly." Her lips pressed on the line of his chin, "I'm thinking about you, too, Ian. I'm still hot and wet and wanting you. Once wasn't enough. Come on, let's blow mom off and go to my apartment to fuck for the rest of the day." Her lips trailed to his earlobe, "Nothing's stopping us now."

Damn, she had a point. The line had been crossed already. No point in denying that, then taking a step back, now was there? No! He had to have a better resolve than this! Why did Tera have to make him so fucking weak?

"Stop it, Tera. It's bad enough we did it once, no need to make our sins worse." He said in a low voice

Tera scoffed, "Sins? Whatever, Ian. Fucking is fucking. I really doubt God cares as long as we don't pop out any three headed babies." 

Her lips captured his earlobe. Ian's eyes fluttered closed as he suppressed the moan crawling up the length of his throat. One of her hands reached behind him to the back of his thick, black hair. Fingers ran through it, giving him shivers. Lost in her touch, he didn't care so much of being discrete. His hand traveled along that well-toned thigh until it stopped just under that perfect ass, squeezing the meat.

"Shit!" he grunted, "Tera, we can't." He murmured, finally coming to his senses, "We're here to see Mom."

Tera pulled her mouth away from his ear, but stayed dangerously close. Her fingers continued to play in his hair, while her leg hugged his lap.

"Yeah, yeah, poor, lonely Mom. Dad's out of town again and she has nobody else. Yada yada, same old boring story."

Ian sighed at that. It was true. Mom had friends, but they were all so busy with family life, they rarely saw each other. Without Dad or children in the nest, Mom stayed a lonely woman.

"She needs to find herself a young thing to play with when that old fool goes out on business. Mom may be almost fifty, but she's fucking hot!" Tera cackled

It was bad enough Ian thought of his sister in that manner, but he had to admit, Mom was an attractive older woman. Maybe that was because she looked like Tera? She was the only woman in her group of friends that still had perfect breasts without a hint of sagging. He knew for a fact, shamefully. He had accidentally walked in on the woman as she dressed. Perfect tits, wonderfully round ass, endlessly long legs. Smooth and shaved everywhere. Still toned like her body had barely aged as she did. It was enough to drive any man crazy. Why did Dad keep leaving on business like a fool? Shit, if he had been the one, Ian wouldn't let her out of his site!

As if on cue, Mom came into the room with a tray of cups and tea along with sugar, milk, and crackers. It was the really good stuff, Ian noted, when he smelled the scent of it on the air moments before she walked in.

"What are you cackling about, Tera?" Mom said sweetly, as she put the tray on the table.

Ian hadn't realized the low-cut shirt the woman wore until now. His eyes couldn't turn away from the smooth crevice the dark mounds made. Damnit, he was in some sort of sexual overdrive or something! His tool jumped in the confines of his pants. He crossed his leg further to hide that fact.

"Oh, nothing." Tera replied nonchalantly, "I was just telling Ian here that you're hot."

Mom laughed as she stood, pushing her glasses back to her face. She smiled at her children, shaking her head.

"Thanks, I guess."

"Mom," Tera said, completely pulling from Ian as she talked, "You are. Trust me. I mean, you look just like me!" she smiled, "If I was Dad, I wouldn't be going out on business. I'd stay in the bed with you all day."

Mom laughed more, then plopped down on the black leather lazy boy.

"Thank you, hon. It's nice to know."

"I do! Ian thinks so, too." Tera put her hand on Ian's leg, "Don't you?" she started pulling his crossed leg, "See, look." 

Ian jumped as the straining member between his legs was suddenly exposed. He tried to bring his hand to his groin to try and suppress it, but Tera fended him off. Embarrassment swarmed his body with a vengeance. He couldn't bring himself to look at his mother.

"Oh . . . " his mother said, "Is that because of me, Ian?"

Ian frowned as though worried about being scolded. 

"Sorta." He admitted as quietly as he could

Tera's hand touched his erection through his pants. Ian's head threw back as he groaned. Shivering, he looked to Tera with anger. She just smiled and shrugged, but her hand didn't move. Hesitantly, his attention turned to his mother. She sat in that lazy boy with her legs crossed. There was a gleam in her chocolate brown eyes, reminiscent of Tera. And that teasing smile . . . seductive smile . . . How many times had he seen it on his sister?

"Your dad is just like that–springing up the moment he sees a little cleavage." The woman said in low, sultry tones, "You two complain that he goes away too often and I'm lonely. Truth of the matter is, if he stayed home, neither of us would ever stop fucking."

Tera laughed, "Mom, you never say stuff like that!"

Mom smiled. It grew darker as Tera traced Ian's erection.

"I may be your mother, but I'm far from dead." Mom laughed then turned sterner, "Now, let's see it."

Ian's breath stopped. Did his mom just ask him to whip it out? What the Hell?!

"Mom!" 

"'Mom', what? I used to see it all the time. What's wrong with showing me it now? It's been a long time since I've have. Mom wants to know how much you've grown in all those years."

This was freakish. His mom really was asking to see his cock. This was just impossible, but he felt like he had to oblige the look she gave him. Tera helped Ian from the couch, grabbing onto the top of his pants. Ian couldn't breathe as he was suddenly freed from the pants.

"My, my, look how big you got, Ian." Mom cooed, "Come on over so Mommy can see it better."

Ian froze in his spot while his mother beaconed him to her. This was so beyond wrong it wasn't even funny. He'd already fucked his twin. How low could he stoop?

With an exasperated sigh, Tera pushed him closer to their mother.

"Geez, Ian! Usually you're the one that listens to Mom. Get with the program, hon." She said as she finally maneuvered the man closer, then took a seat on the arm of the chair, "Better, Mom?"

"Mhm, much. Thank you." Mom rose a brow as she stared at the pole saluting her, "Isn't it nice, Tera?"

"Yes, it is." She laughed, "Watch this." His sister's hand wrapped around his length, giving it a firm squeeze. Ian immediately moaned. "Isn't that cute? One little squeeze and his eyes roll in the back of his head."

"It is. It is." Mom's hand reached out to Tera's, stroking her fingers, "I would have never thought it would get so big." Her fingers moved along Tera's skin until it reached Ian's now throbbing dick, "Strong and smooth. Just the way I like it."

"Me, too, Mom." Tera said then began stroking Ian's meat while their mother circled the head with a finger

Ian gasped as they played with his cock. It felt so good that it almost hurt. Each stroke exploded through his hardness and up his spine. Damn, it was so wrong to let them continue. He had half a mind to stop them, but then Mom tugged at his sack. His legs buckled momentarily.

"Your dad is just like that. He loves having his balls tugged while I suck him off." She purred

Ian looked down at his mother and sister. Both sets of eyes looked back, both sets heated with desire. His heart throbbed in his ears. Blood rushed to his cock, making him that much harder. He felt as though he might faint.

"Would you like one of us to suck you, Ian?" Mom asked with that sexy voice that no man could resist.

Tera squeezed the base of his cock. In his pleasure, he nodded furiously in agreement.

"Mom, you do it. I want to see how you do it." Tera begged

"Alright, little love." Mom said

The woman removed her wire frame glasses. She handed them to Tera, who in turn placed them on the end table. Mom gave Ian the lewdest smile he'd ever seen from a woman. Slowly she inched her way to Ian's cock, licking her lips. Her hot breath met him long before her lips. She stuck out her tongue. It darted around his head before it stopped at the beads of precum. Mom pulled back, leaving a trail of saliva and his juices from tongue to dick. The wetness separated from the head, dribbling down Mom's chin thanks to that.

Mom turned to Tera with a grin. His sister's attention focused on that dribble of liquid.

"That looks tasty." Tera said as she licked her full lips.

Mom slowly nodded in agreement. Tera made a whimpering sound then brought her tongue to Mom's chin, licking up the juices. When Tera reached Mom's mouth, it opened, welcoming her in. The pair kissed. The younger woman took her mother's mouth like eating, while the older woman calmly accepted the union. Meanwhile, Mom's hand stroked Ian's hard-on with a twist. His hips started meeting her fist.

Tera's mouth moved to Mom's neck, nibbling, while Mom's attention focused on Ian's erection. In one movement, she swallowed the meat whole. Ian grunted as his cockhead tickled the back of his mother's throat. No woman had ever taken him in like that. He was in so deep and her mouth was so fucking hot that Ian thought he might cum instantly.

"Oh, God, Mom!" he groaned, hips driving into her

Tera looked up from Mom's neck to watch the woman deep throat her brother's monster. She sucked in a long breath, following up with a groan.

"Holy shit, Mom."

Mom chuckled, sending vibrations all over Ian's dick. He squeezed his hands to focus on anything other than the pleasure that evoked. He wanted to last. Mom was making it virtually impossible . . . It was like she was a cock sucking expert.

Tera's moan suddenly caught Ian's attention. When he looked to her, he found her legs spread wide, one on the floor, the other across mom's crossed legs. What he saw after that had his knees buckling again. Mom's hand was between Tera's thighs, stroking that delicious pussy of hers. Ian could hear the wet sounds as three of Mom's fingers moved in and out of that slopping hole. A trail of liquid flowed from the fingers to the dark leather.

"Mommy, oh, Mommy." Tera mumbled over and over again, "That's so good. Shit!" the fingers moved fast, thumb teasing the pink nub poking out proudly, "Oh, fuck, yes!" Tera's hips bucked

Mom's mouth pulled away from Ian's cock and her hand moved from Tera's snatch. She used her pussy juiced hand to wipe away cock dribble away from her lips.

"My, you two could wear someone out. Why don't you two finish each other up?" she said, placing her hands in her lap. She had quite the look of satisfaction on her face.

Tera stared at Ian. The excitement in her eyes broke all of his resolve . . . as though it already hadn't been torn down. He had to admit he needed her. He needed to bury himself in her again.

"Don't know how long I'll last." He mumbled

Tera panted, "Don't care. Fuck me."

Tera got up from the love seat and moved to the coffee table. She stretched out on it, legs draped on either side of it. Ian didn't care anymore about sins or what not. He needed to fuck, and now there was a open pussy waiting for him. He went to her, kneeling down on the narrow edge of the table.

Without preamble, he bent over her, kissing her roughly, then sank into heaven again. She screamed into his mouth as his cock stretched the walls of her center. She was wetter than the last time, but just as tight. He rammed into her over and over again, skin slapping, pants brushing against her ass cheeks.

Each movement of his hips had him grunting. Each movement had her bucking and screaming beneath him. His mind was out of focus. He could barely think. All he knew was her snatch and the wonderful feelings it brought him.

He looked over while Tera nibbled his ear. Mom was still watching with that dirty smile. Her hands brushed her breasts, stopping where he could see her nipples popping out. She pinched them as she watched her children fucking wildly on the oak coffee table.

Tera bucked under him more. It caught his attention. He turned to look at her, watched her cry out.

"I'm about to cum!!" she yelled at him

Her hands grabbed his ass, pushing him in as deep as he could go. Her legs parted wide.

"Fuck me, fuck me, hard, Ian! Hard! Ooooh, yes, yes! Cumming!!!" she yelled as he felt her quivering around his tool

He lost it as her pussy milked his cock. His hips pounded her harder and harder until it probably should have broke her. And when he thought he couldn't contain himself or would explode, he came in her hard. He screamed out her name as hot seed spilled in her heat. Every inch of his body throbbed.

Ian collapsed on Tera. Both were shaking heaps in the aftermath. Somehow he gained enough of himself to kiss her gently on the lips.

"Damn . . . " he whispered

"Oh, I know." Tera whispered back, "I might not walk right for a week, but it was worth it."

He chuckled weakly at that. Every once in a while, her pussy would jump around him again. It was making it hard for his dick to relax. He stopped chuckling to grunt.

"Why don't you fuck Mom?"

Mom? Ian completely forgot that Mom was watching toward the end. He turned to look at her. She still had that smile, and a look of infinite patience. His cheeks stained red. Tera laughed at him.

"No, Tera, sweetie. I only do THAT with your father." 

Ian slid out of Tera's pussy and sat on his knees. Tera got up from the table to sit on the edge of it. Both of them rubbed the beads of sweat from their brows as Mom spoke.

"But, there is something else you can do for Mommy." She smiled, lifting up her skirt, exposing a perfectly trimmed pussy through see-thru panties, "You guys put on quite the show." She stood and slid the panties down her hips to the floor, "I'm all wet now. Could you help me clean this up?"

Ian looked at Tera. Tera looked at Ian. Both smiled, though Ian looked a little more apprehensive than his twin sister.

"Yes, Mommy." Ian said.

"Anything for Mommy." Tera added with a teasing in her voice

They walked over to their mother, who had returned to her seat, legs draped over either side of the lazy boy. She spread her lips wide, showing of the drenched pink inside. Both Tera and Ian took positions in front of her, but slightly to the side. It was just enough space that they were able to tickle Mom's clit.

Mom let out a soft moan, sounding something like a cat. She tasted sooo good, sweet but tart. Their tongues darted around her nub and around each other's tongues. Swirling and dancing. Mom's hand petted their hair as they played.

"Oh, that's right, children." She moaned, "Like that. Mommy likes that so much."

Ian slipped a finger into the wetness. She was looser than Tera, but so wet and so hot. He looked to Tera, gesturing for her to try it. Soon Tera's finger slipped in with his. The fingers slid along each other like pistons. Mom moaned even louder.

"Mmm, make Mommy cum, ok?" she said breathlessly, "I'm close, babies. So close."

Swirling and dancing, the tongue continued. Fingers stroked. Mom's walls trembled for them. Her hands grabbed their hair, pulling on them until they yelped, but they didn't stop. Both continued on and on and on with determination.

"That's right, children! OH! YES!" Mom screamed.

Sweet, wet sounds came from the pussy as it tightened and milked their fingers. Mom's hips bucked. Her hands pulled their hair more, but before it could hurt, she let them go. They moved their tongues away from Mom, then to each other, shoving themselves into the other's mouth. Both fingers still stroked while Mom's spasms quieted.

When they parted lips, they turned to Mom. She watched them with tired eyes, with more than a hint of approval.

"Thank you. That was perfect." She said with a lazy grin

Ian shook his head, pulling his finger out of her pussy. Woah, he couldn't believe what just happened. He fucked Tera again. He licked his mom's pussy. Just . . . woah. Now that it was all over and his brain was in control again, not his cock, he tried to fix this all in his mind.

"I can't believe we did that." He said, more to himself than anything

Tera scoffed. "Don't be a stick-in-the-mud, Ian. No one is judging you here."

Ian looked to Tera, then to Mom. She nodded in agreement with Tera.

"It's alright, honey." Mom said while stroking his cheek, "No one has to know. It was all in good fun. Don't feel guilty about it."

"See!" Tera interjected, "All these years we've denied ourselves . . . Mom didn't even care."

He laughed, but it was a weak sound.

"Alright, already. I'll let it go." He smiled, looking rather relieved, "Does this mean this is going to be a regular thing?"

"We'll see." Mom said, shrugging, "Maybe when Dad goes out of town. I'll be busy with him otherwise."

Tera wrapped her arms around Ian's waist then kissed his neck.

"I suddenly like family get-togethers a lot more. Don't you?" she asked as she nuzzled his neck

Ian raised a brow. He had to admit this had been fun. Wrong as all get out, but fun

"Yeah," he said after a moment's reflection, "Yeah, I think I do."



Fulfillment Ch. 02



Tod gasped, and it wasn't from the more than comfortable weight pressing down on his crotch. Brother and sister weighed the same, but more, they were the same. Kelly's rectum felt exactly the same, hot and slick. She pushed down, sighing, and then drew a deep breath and held it. Her entire body shuddered, and Tod felt the vibration transferred through his rod. He gasped too, but then the girl settled down, reclining and relaxing against Tod. She raised her head and smiled at her brother.

"...so stiff..."

"Yes, I know!"

"...all the way deep inside me...."

"..mmmm...."

Tod wanted to fuck her, to take her, to use her and cum inside her. He wished he had full mobility so he could do something like that, and not simply sit with her engulfing him so totally. But it was a good alternate. He glanced at the boy; Andrew was a great alternate too. Each of them was. They seemed to bring into Tod's life, the missing feminine element that he had so badly missed. The room seemed to glow with it, with the gentle, quiet warmth of their passion, and what made Tod smile even more to himself, was the fact that this passion was also directed at him to some degree.

Then he watched as the brother placed his hand gently on his sister's ankle and run it down over her pointing foot. She raised her leg slightly and he pulled her foot over close and kissed it, and the sight of that one act made Tod's dick surge up hard within its confines. He rolled his pelvis downward, then up, making his dick move an inch either way inside her. She gasped, her body shivered again. Tod slipped both hands over her silken shoulders and kneaded her breasts. She put her hands over his and pulled them more firmly to her, and then both her legs went straight out - Andrew letting go quickly - and her feet pointed. Her legs strained, every muscle showing through her delicate skin. She moaned, and Tod could feel her rectum tightening around him. It squeezed, fluttered open and then rippled all along its length. He felt it; it was like it was jerking him off inside, and the next moment, gazing at Andrew's beautiful face and shoulders, fondling Kelly's tits, Tod came in the girl's ass; grunting, pushing upward, gasping. There was so much jiz coming out that the pressure of it squeezing out his hole actually hurt. He pulled down and rolled up and Kelly cried out softly. Her brother grasped her flailing hand and held it tight as her body jerked and twitched, just as Tod's was. 

When the storm had passed, Kelly sighed happily and started to get off Tod's lap. Tod's cock slipped out of her easily, and it was instantly coated by a glob of his own semen which drained out of Kelly's well stretched hole. She stood, helped by her brother, and then the two of them came and knelt on the floor at Tod's knees, hugging themselves to him with eyes closed and happy smiles on their faces.

Tod closed his eyes and passed out right there in his chair; the satisfaction and contentment overwhelming and so long overdue that it all felt new and fresh.

Those first few days turned into a week, then two. A month went by and the twins never seemed to want to leave or even mention anything about it. After that amount of time Tod was surprised that he hadn't grown weary of them or tired or even bored, but there was nothing wearying about them. They never complained or argued, never took advantage of anything Tod had or did, and in fact became the most helpful and loving companions he had ever known. They were young, but strangely mature for their 25 years. But their maturity did not seep into their play; each and every time they undressed and came to Tod, they were playful and happy and uninhibited. And Tod never tired of them or grew bored because these times of spontaneous sexual activity were frequent and often.

Every morning he woke up with one of them snuggled warmly against him, the other standing there in the buff, holding a hot cup of coffee out to him. They were both interchangeable at these times but also at all other times. He grew accustomed to having his 'morning erection' either swallowed whole by one of their beautiful mouths, or buried deep up inside their bowels, to be rubbed and squeezed until he spurt. And most times, because they knew of his fondness for their legs and feet, they would straddle his cock with their backs to him in order for him to reach down and touch their feet, and it was in this position that Tod first realized how identical, and therefore, interchangeable they truly were.

He could not tell them apart, though when the boy was on him, riding him hard, the giveaway would be the thin, warm strings of jiz which would start to decorate Tod's thighs upon Andrew's climax. 

But then a night came when, after dinner as usual, the twins, fresh from their shower and not even adhering to the custom of dressing, joined Tod on the couch. Kelly seemed the most anxious, and quickly mounted Tod and began her sensuous up and down motions, while Andrew knelt on the floor beside the couch and watched. He reached out to caress his sister's thigh, and at one point Tod caught his hand and pulled it further and pressed his fingers to Kelly's crotch. Kelly looked down to see which hand was there, and when she saw it was her brother's, she reached both her hands down and pressed it against her firmly. Tod withdrew his hand, and then Kelly looked over her shoulder at Tod, grinning ear to ear.

"...we...didn't wish to offend you," Andrew said, and Tod turned to look at him. He smiled at the boy and shook his head.

"How could anything you two did offend me?" he said, and Andrew's smile grew so happy and warm that he seemed about to burst. He leaned close to Tod and kissed him on the lips and Tod nearly spent his load into the girl's rectum right then and there! But a moment later, Andrew rose up on his knees and hugged himself to his sister's side as she continued riding up and down and up. He kissed her shoulder and she lifted her arm to expose her smooth underarm. He licked her there and then ran his tongue downward and in front to wet her nipple. She arched and sighed and shivered on Tod's groin. Then she turned her shoulders slightly so Tod could clearly see, and Tod watched as Andrew pursed his lips tenderly around his sister's nipple and sucked it. The sight of it, of what it meant, made Tod almost ejaculate, but he was able to hold back - perhaps because it was the weekend and he'd already come three times that day.

But then Andrew gently and delicately worked the rest of his twin's body: her other nipple and armpit, her fingers, the tops of her hands, the insides of her elbows. He took off the hair tie and let his hair down and then it appeared to Tod that Kelly's gorgeous, sexy twin sister was now making love to her. He made a promise to himself to have the twins make love together, by themselves, because he wanted to see everything. Then he saw Andrew slide his head down in front of Kelly, down between her thighs, and Tod reached up and pulled the girl backward slightly, wanting to expose her to her brother. And Andrew took the opportunity. His head began moving rhythmically, nodding down at Kelly's crotch, and Kelly gasped. She arched. She rolled onto the balls of her feet and leaned back on her hands over Tod, still riding up and down, but now spreading her knees wide to the side, tilting her pelvis up for her brother. Then she suddenly stopped in mid orgasm from what Tod could tell by the squeezing of her anal ring around his prick. She stopped and lifted up off Tod, stepped to the side and motioned for Andrew to take her place. The boy did so immediately and with only a few moments between the changeover, Tod's prick hardly even got cool.

The identical, interchangeable tag-team partners switched back and forth like this four times until Tod made them stop. He said he needed a break when in fact he needed to see Kelly sucking her brother's stiff little joint. They agreed and went off onto the carpet. With a smoothness and agility which spoke of frequent, if not constant, practice, the twins slipped into a head-to-crotch position and licked and sucked each other before Tod's delighted eyes. He had never seen anything as beautiful, as sexy, as arousing! Kelly and Andrew both breathed hard with mounting excitement, and their actions increased in intensity. Then Kelly orgasmed, still sucking her brother's cock, and a moment later Andrew moaned and spurt into his sister's mouth. Tod realized he was ejaculating too, though he had forgotten to even put his fingers around his dick. He grabbed hold and hurried to finish off the wonderful rush, just as the twins writhed and teased and slurped on each other to do the same. They loved each other until the urge and the lust receded, and when they turned and saw Tod's condition, they hurried on their knees to him and used their lips and tongues to clean off everything which he had spilled.

And this led to their fifth time together that day!

The months and then a year went by, with no lessening of the passion amongst the three of them. Then two years had gone and then four. Tod's loneliness and hopelessness had long since become a thing of the past, a distant memory. The twins had found jobs locally a year before and made sure that Tod lacked nothing. In fact, they had already given him more than they knew.

And at nights, they still cuddled naked with him on the couch, or on the nights when their sexual needs were overbearing, they mounted him as he sat in his chair, taking turns enjoying him, even as they gave him enjoyment.

Tod never grew tired of them. Andrew and Kelly remained youthful, lovely in every way, and desirable. When they were at work he would daydream about them, either together or separately. He had taken a liking to performing oral sex on Andrew, and he fantasized many times about the sixty-nine they engaged in occasionally. The boy's semen tasted exactly like his sister's vaginal flow, strangely sweet and aromatic. But many times he also fantasized about the girl. Both were always so warm and kind to him, thoughtful, helpful. They had both become his dearest friends as well as his wildest and most uninhibited lovers. When they arrived home every evening one would always come to him, asking if there was anything he needed or wanted, and he would always say he wanted them and needed them, and it would be the truth. Then the other would hurry off to shower and prepare, and then start dinner while the first went to clean up. Within half an hour of their homecoming, Tod would be receiving a sponge bath, or sometimes a tub bath; the twins had a large whirlpool tub installed with some of their earnings, and found extra delight in joining Tod for a long, hot, arousing bath. These were usually the days on which the slow cooker had been going all day and only a minimal amount of cooking was needed to finish the meal. They would spend hours in the tub, massaging, shampooing, and of course, making love to Tod. He especially loved having their soapy bodies slithering around and against him, referring to them sometimes as his 'little pretty fishies.' 

And at other times, Tod only wished to watch them, to watch them touch and kiss and caress. The combined shock and arousal of seeing two siblings having sex with each other had long since faded into a simple and complete adoration of watching how their bodies curved and twisted and turned against each other. It was like a dance which Tod never grew tired of watching. Sometimes they were aggressive with Andrew setting his sister down on hands and knees and ramming her forcefully from behind. Sometimes she would do the same to him, using one of several dildos and harnesses they had purchased online; sometimes Andrew would himself use one of the dildos to increase the size of his penetration, though Tod had never heard a hint that the boy's tiny member was in any way insufficient.

But other times they were gentle and slow moving; kissing each other's beautiful legs for hours on end, sucking each other's toes as if they were arrays of cocks; rubbing their behinds together sometimes, and sometimes joining their rumps with a double-headed dildo - still all very slow and sensuous. Tod in the meantime would masturbate, sometimes twice because of how long some of their sessions lasted. Tod had never had such a time in his life; it was as if he were making up for everything, and there never was a moment he felt a need which was above what he now had. 

Then one late Friday afternoon, nearly thirteen years after they had been rescued by Tod, the twins came home, stepped into the room and saw Tod laying very still on his wheelchair. Kelly called out to him as she rushed to his side; Andrew already had tears in his eyes as he went to join her. Kelly, having taken Tod's wrist, now placed his hand gently on his front, tears now streaming down her face. She tried to smile and more fell from her eyes.

"God, oh god," she wept, and Andrew put an arm over her shoulder. He leaned close and kissed her head, blinking the wetness out of his eyes.

"I know," he whispered.

They knelt there on the carpet beside the chair for nearly an hour, silent and unmoving. The apartment grew dark and then darker still because they had not turned the lights on at their arrival. It seemed, at least to Kelly, that it was somehow appropriate. Finally she stood, and Andrew with her. They turned to each other and embraced, and then Andrew picked up a picture, recently taken of the three of them on an outing at the beach. He smiled wistfully at it, at Tod and how happy he'd looked that day. Almost as he was now, he thought to himself.

"Yes, he did," Kelly said softly, hearing her twin's thoughts. "And yes he does. I...I will make the call then..." Kelly took out her cell phone and called the authorities, saying that she had been passing by on the street and noticed the 'old man's' living room lights were out at an odd time. She'd knocked and no one answered, and then Kelly hung up before any more information could be taken down. She turned the phone off and closed it, then tossed it on the coffee table. She stepped up to her brother and smiled bravely.

"Ready to go?" she asked, and Andrew nodded. His smile was a little more hopeful.

"You never know;" he said. "Might see him on the other side, huh?" Then Andrew and Kelly turned and strolled unhurriedly toward the kitchen. Just before they reached the kitchen doorway, the faded into nothingness.

END



Fulfillment Ch. 02



Art speaks:

When Kat came home from her visit to the beach, there was little in her look to suggest that anything untoward might have happened. Ok, there was just a trace of that "cat who ate the canary" smile that seemed to flash across her face and then disappear again. Half of me wanted to burst out with questions and teases about the day's journey to her beloved Haulover Beach. The rational half said that she was just joking around with me and not to overstate the anxieties that would certainly come leaking out of my curious mouth. It really wasn't that unusual for her to spend a full day at the beach. More than an hour and I was usually ready to get away from the sun, sand, salt and shitheads. Perhaps I should have asked to go along with her, as an escort or a watchdog, but she really didn't seem to want either. 

"Did you get any rain up here today," she asked? "It threatened off and on in Miami and then finally came down like the wrath of God. That's when I finally decided to get back home." Her car was wet and so was everything she'd brought with her including all the towels. My mind had drifted away towards the box of condoms that we had purchased and agreed to use with any new partners we might encounter. There were several missing and I'd noticed her slip 3 or 4 into her beach bag before she left. I think I had one in my car.... just in case. Pathetic.

"Yeah, we got a few drops but nothing major. You were gone a long time. You didn't get burned too bad?" This was really a statement and not a question. I could see that she had a bit of sun but nothing like the scorching those 10 hours of Florida sun can cause. Maybe she really did go meet some guy at the beach. Maybe her pussy is still leaking with his cum. With all of those beach towels and wraps and cover-ups and hats, it's hard to tell what sort of shape she's in. I wonder if she'll go straight for the shower?

Half an hour later, as she emerged from the shower all roofed and blow-dried, there was no trace of any smell, sight, taste or look that didn't previously reside there. No clues either verbal, physical or otherwise to let me know what had transpired. The excitement and curiosity were far greater than I could have anticipated. Sure, I had said that swinging might be fun but I didn't realize that this was an idea Kat was so very ready to run with. 

"So, aren't you a little interested in what my "date" was like?" Now the cat that ate the canary had become Alice's Cheshire cat.... all smile. "Or maybe you'd rather just meet them for yourself?" This was getting more intriguing by the second. So Tim was not the single guy she had talked about? Or did he have a friend, twin brother, and wife? Or maybe she had met someone entirely different than any of the cyber nicknames I remembered. "We've rented a hotel room down by the beach for next Saturday. That is if you want to meet them,' she teased as she glanced over her shoulder at me. "I've got to go pick up some things at the mall. I'll be right back," she stated very matter-of-factly. And she bopped out the door again. Ever since I had admitted to getting some on the side and we had come to an arrangement about opening the marriage, both the excitement level and the anxiety level had been ratcheted up several notches.

"So did you get fucked good," I finally asked the door after it had closed in front of me? Damn, I didn't find out much there. The rest of the week would be much the same. I would jump on her as soon as we got into bed and be pounding my dick into her for all I was worth for as long as I could on a nightly basis. But she never brought up the weekend past or revealed what she was thinking for the weekend upcoming. A (conciliatory?) visit to the botanical garden and a stop at a hotel on the Beach in Miami was all that I was told. Was it for the day, night, 2 people, 3, 4? Cheshire smile. Was Tim going to be there? "I hope so." Like that was an answer. The look on my face must have revealed more of my trepidation than of my curiosity because as we finally left the garden for the hotel, I noticed Kat, getting about the tenth phone call of the day, was frowning. When I asked what was wrong, she said that she had called off the festivities for the weekend since I seemed to be so nervous about them. She didn't want to piss me off by pushing her friends on me or something. "Couldn't you have trusted me to meet them and make up my own mind about things," I asked? "Or do you have another date that takes precedence?" I was getting a bit nasty here and knew enough to bite my lip now. She did seem to get just a bit of an embarrassed look when I'd made the last comment though.

Kat continues:

Honestly, I can't believe he could be that interested in what I was doing with Bob, an Internet friend that was squawking about some woman who was apparently yanking his chain. This game of making new friends was very easy for me, and Bob was more than willing to play. Bob was head of the Mathematics department at IRCC. Corrupting intelligent men really turns me on, however he lived all the way up in Stuart. After several days of serious and rather suggestive IM'ing, we decided to meet. It was sort of a coming-out-of-our-shell party for both of us. We met at the Wellington Mall for a quick peak and migrated to Applebee's for a drink and footsie under the table. I remember slipping off my sandals and sliding my foot up to his crotch and giving both of us a thrill. He was trying so hard to seduce me, and yet his mannerisms suggested inexperience in dealing with the 'gentler sex'. He was trying so hard to take care of what he thought were my needs; whispering in my ear, touching my back, caressing my breasts and grabbing a lingering feel of my wet pussy. He said it was all about me, giving pleasure to me. He warned me of backrubs, touches and soft gentle squeezes that would make the juices flow within. We finished our hors-doers and drinks, and then made it back to his vehicle where he engulfed me with kisses and reached under my skirt, fingered my pussy till I was almost over the edge. My husband was not really into pleasuring me, and being on the receiving end was fantastic. Ring went the cell phone and I had to switch gears to tend to my daughter's needs. We made further plans to meet that weekend in his motor home up in Stuart. As he prepared to leave he sucked his fingers to taste my love juices in remembrance of our afternoon affair.

I could hardly wait for our date on Saturday now that I had my newfound freedom. Men seemed to be lining up to give me pleasure, no doubt in anticipation of some free feels and possibly some nookie. The poundings I was getting nightly from hubbie were a nice bonus too. Apparently, women were a bit more cautious than men and the sexually adventurous individual that I was becoming could easily be on the receiving end of mucho recreational activity. The bit of cat and mouse play that I had been torturing hubbie with all week might have culminated in a Group grope at the hotel but He just didn't seem quite ready to see me with my legs in the air and a strangers dick between them.

When Saturday arrived and I drove north and considering the possibilities, I was worried that perhaps I was asking for trouble. What about those stories you hear about apparently unassuming men who become enraged murderers when things don't go their way? Not much chance things weren't going to go his way today though. He met me with a warm smile and a soft kiss and brought me into his camper or "love-domain on wheels" as he referred to it. He approved of my figure in my button up dress and offered to pop a few off for me. When my nervous smile said that there wouldn't be much resistance, he popped the top 3 buttons in the front to reveal my heaving breasts and very hard nipples. A couple more buttons released and my top fell to the floor. He turned up the music after confirming my preferences and poured a glass of wine to put me at ease. I must admit that I was a bit scared of the situation that I had let myself become involved in. Here I was in his motor home, in a trailer park that seemed virtually empty to the casual observer. I didn't even hear the zipper on my skirt but I did feel the skirt drop and bunch up at my feet.

Dressed in just my panties, he led me to the back of the camper where his queen size mattress was wedged between the sides of the motor home. I could tell that he had just put new sheets on as the plastic wrap was stuffed in the wastebasket with the sticker, '600 count sateen sheets', still attached. At least he had a taste for comfort. He slowly turned me around so he could nibble on my breasts while his long arms lowered my panties enough for me to wriggle out of them. Now naked, he had me lay down at the edge of the bed as he began fingering my pussy and licking my clit. He began slowly and finally dove his tongue as far in as he could. He seemed to be enjoyed tasting me and sucking my wet juices. He continued to lick for what seemed like hours as he attended to me until I finally couldn't hold back any longer and came with a loud scream. My face was red with excitement and blushing at the thoughts that had led me to this afternoon. This was the first orgasm I'd had with a single man since I was single...more than twenty years ago.

He finally slipped off his shorts and came to join me on the bed. We rolled around a bit with my nipples standing thick, erect and proud against his soft skin. Then he asked me to go down on him as well. As I hastily and hungrily pulled his dick out of his shorts I couldn't believe what I saw. His little pecker was all covered up with this gross patch of little gray hairs. Mr. Happy was absolutely tiny and hairy and he was uncircumcised. He guided my head toward his dick and said that it needed to be "awakened" to be appreciated. In the back of my mind all I could think of was "disgusting", it was like sucking a caterpillar. After several minutes of trying my best, it never developed into a butterfly. What was worse is that he apparently was very satisfied with effort and pleased at the dribble of cum that leaked out onto my stroking fingers. He had spoken about his "monster" and how appreciative it was of my lips. "Get me outta here" was all that I could think. New dating rule: ask for measurements and get pictures. No more uncircumcised men for me. Unless they are really, really big! 

Although I had tried hard not to let it show on my face, my disappointment must have been evident, as he didn't even ask me when we might meet again. I left and was laughing at the whole silly situation within five minutes. On the way home, I just wanted to build up my recent experience and reap the rewards from my somewhat jealous and undoubtedly overly curious husband. What should I tell him? Perhaps less is best and I'll let his imagination get the better of him. Or I could give him a blow by blow, so's to speak, as I lave appreciation on his stiffening member. Somehow in all this questing for revenge, fulfillment and retribution, I knew that this still wasn't exactly fulfillment.

Art:

Obviously, I got the blow by blow. I found some of it funny, some pathetic and, listening to some of it, made my heart race with fear, anger, excitement and trepidation. I didn't know if it was whether she was just better at meeting people, having the natural female advantage, or if I just enjoyed the idea of maybe seeing what I so often imagined while we were fucking – someone else plowing her while I watch, join in or occupy myself with another woman. It's only rock 'n' roll and it's only sex. What could have caused a disastrous turn in our marriage may have saved it instead. I knew that neither of us was through experimenting.



Fulfillment Ch. 02



Naked Reason

Despite promising her sexy neighbors that their night of wicked fun wouldn't be a one-night affair, Kerri had studiously avoided them for the last five days. Not that steering clear of them had been all that hard. The photo shoot they were working on was keeping them out late, and she'd actually succeeded in getting up early in the mornings to go to the gym. Allen had left her a message a few nights ago, but she'd made sure to call when she knew he and Nick wouldn't be home.

She'd fantasized about sleeping with the two of them for months, and the reality had been even better than the fantasy. So why wasn't she hanging out on their doorstep as soon as they got home each night?

The thought of being with them again made her heart flip flop. She felt different about them since they'd slept together. She'd always found them desirable but now . . . she was afraid she might be falling in love with them. And they were clearly in love with each other. She didn't know if she could bear to be an outsider in their relationship.

She climbed the five long flights to her apartment, feeling jittery and sad. But when she opened the door, she was greeted by a trail of rose petals that led down the hall to her bedroom. Her heart pounded, and she started to back out the door. But then she saw a note, laying on the floor. The blocky handwriting was clearly Nick's. She picked it up and opened it.

Kerri,

If you are willing to trust us, strip and come to your bed. If not, stay dressed, and we will know you wish us to leave.

Nick and Allen

Her heart pounded. Would she accept their challenge? If she didn't, she knew they would walk away just as they said, but she might never again get to experience the rush of raw pleasure she'd had in their bed. Still, she really didn't want to get hurt and screw up their friendship.

She took a long, deep breath. Her hands went to the fastenings of her pants before her mind had fully decided, but she did nothing to stop them. When she was naked, she walked down the hall with slow steps. She paused and took one last, deep breath before she opened the door and walked in.

Nick and Allen were on their sides on the bed, their legs twined around each other, their mouths fused. She watched the muscles shift in Nick's broad back as he rubbed his whole body against Allen's. Both men ran their hands along the other's skin in frantic strokes.

Nick rolled slightly, pulling Allen on top of him. Kerri sucked in her breath when she got a glimpse of their cocks sliding against each other. Nick's hands dug deep into Allen's shoulders, and Allen bucked against him. One of his hands snaked up Nick's ribcage to torment his nipple. Nick moaned long and loud.

Nick noticed her first. He pulled his mouth away from Allen's with a final swipe of his tongue across Allen's lips, and they both turned to face her. She realized her mouth was hanging open.

Both men laughed, as they took in her obvious excitement. They swung their legs off the bed and stood.

"Get on the bed. On your back." Nick's voice was demanding but the wicked smile on his face put her at ease.

As she complied, she noticed ropes peeking out from between the mattress and box springs. A wave of dizziness washed over her. What exactly did they have in mind?

Nick reached for one of her arms and pulled it up over her head. "If we do anything you don't want, say the word 'red', and we'll stop."

She nodded, unable to find her voice.

Nick wrapped a velvet-lined cuff around her wrist and attached it to one of the straps dangling from the mattress. Allen did the same with her other arm.

Nick ran his fingers down the side of her face. "Are you all right?"

She nodded again. She could barely breathe, but her whole body felt lit up with desire. She'd fantasized about being tied up before, but she'd never trusted anyone enough to let them do it.

Her heart raced as adrenaline pumped through her body. Her chest was tight and butterflies fluttered in her stomach, but she had no desire for the men to stop. Each one secured one of her ankles, spreading her legs wide. Then they stepped back.

She watched as both of them looked up and down her body, as if they were drinking in the sight of her spread open for them. The intensity of their gaze brought heat to her face, and she closed her eyes in a feeble attempt to hide from them.

"Look at us." Nick's rough voice sent a shiver across her body, but she continued to squeeze her eyes shut.

"Kerri." Allen said her name like a caress.

She breathed in and opened her eyes as she exhaled.

Allen was standing behind Nick with his arms wrapped around his lover's waist. He stroked Nick's cock with one hand while the other lifted and teased Nick's balls. Kerri couldn't take her eyes off Allen's hand as it slid up and down the length of Nick's thick cock. He had her mesmerized.

Nick chuckled. "I'm glad to see you still appreciate our attributes."

She smiled as she felt heat rise to her cheeks.

"But what I don't understand is why, when you so obviously still want us, we've had to tie you up to get you to pay attention to us."

Kerri's breath rushed in and out in pants as she looked from one of them to the other.

Nick looked positively primitive with his long dark hair hanging down over his shoulders and a feral smile on his face. Allen smiled at her and continued to work his lover's lover cock in a slow rhythm. He looked lost in the pleasure of the moment.

Nick frowned. "Whatever your reasons, we're here to see that you admit how much you want us."

Allen crawled up on the bed and bent his head over her stomach. He licked and nipped at her flesh making a wet trail up to the underside of her breast. She sucked in her breath. As he neared her nipple, her body became a mass of tense anticipation.

When he finally sucked the tight peak into his mouth, he bit down, letting her feel the scrape of his teeth. Kerri arched up off the bed, crying out.

She heard Nick laugh as he settled between her legs, but she had no time to feel embarrassed by the intensity of her reaction. Nick lowered his head and swiped his tongue through her wetness, pressing firmly against the end of her clit, and she cried out again.

Both men worked her in earnest. Allen using hands, tongue and teeth to stimulate her nipples until a deep ache radiated through her breasts and down her belly. Nick sucked and licked and nibbled at her clit while he finger-fucked her hard and deep. In no time, she was writhing and twisting on the bed, jerking at her bonds in a fruitless attempt to free herself and get more of what she needed.

Nick curled his fingers forward inside her as he drew her clit strongly into her mouth. She felt herself reaching the brink of orgasm, but Nick pulled back. Allen released her breasts simultaneously and sat back on his heels.

Her body vibrated on the edge of orgasm. "Please."' She struggled against her restraints, but they held fast.

Nick caressed the inside of her thighs. "Promise not to ignore us again, and we'll let you come."

"No, please."

Nick reached forward and pinched her clit tightly, but he let go without letting her go where she needed to. "All you have to do is promise not to avoid us."

"I-I can't."

"Why not, Kerri?" Allen's voice was filled with sadness, despite the heat in his eyes. "We know you like us."

She felt tears come to her eyes. "You love each other and I . . . I really like you. I'm frightened by how much."

Nick smiled. "We really like you too Kerri, and we're both open to having a third person in our relationship."

Her heart hammered. "You are?"

"Yes," Allen said as he caressed the side of her face. "Let's give this a chance."

A lump formed in her throat. She couldn't swallow around it so she just nodded.

"Excellent." Nick smiled down at her, his eyes widening as he looked at her swollen and deeply red nipples. "But right now, I want to work on giving you the best orgasm of your life."

She gasped, and her hips reached up for him. He released her ankle restraints and then settled between her legs again. She could feel his cock brushing her wet lips as he positioned himself at her entrance. "Are you ready?"

She nodded.

"Good. Wrap your legs around me and hang on."

She did as he said, pulling his hips to her as he thrust in deep and hard, nearly giving her his full length in one stroke.

Allen positioned himself behind her head and rose up on his hands and knees so his cock hung just above her lips. She raised her head and swiped her tongue across the tip, tasting pre-come as it dripped onto her tongue. He groaned and lowered himself so she could take him into his mouth. She tugged at her restraints, wanting to be able to grab his hips and pull him down to her so she could swallow more of him.

After letting her pussy adjust to him, Nick began giving her fast, hard, strokes, stretching her wide. She dug her ankles into his ass and twisted her hips, trying to rub herself against his pubic bone.

Allen leaned forward, and she heard Nick groan. She released Allen's cock long enough to see the two men kissing each other. The thought of their hot tongue sliding against each other as they fought to take possession of the other's mouth made her moan.

"Give me more," she begged as she drew Allen's cock into her mouth. He arched his pelvis, and she took him deeper, relishing his salty taste.

Nick gripped Allen tight for leverage so he could fuck her even harder. His hips slammed against her, rocking her body impossible fast. She whimpered around Allen's hard flesh, sucking him strongly and rubbing her tongue back and forth against him.

Allen made a strangled sound, and she felt tension seize his body. Then his cock spasmed, and he flooded her mouth with hot come. The rush of power at having brought him off sizzled through her, and as Nick thrust deep, she convulsed around him, flying into oblivion.

As if from a distance, she heard Nick groan, but he withdrew from her. Allen shifted, pulling himself from her mouth, and she saw Nick pump himself a few times before he released jets of come onto her belly.

Allen bent and started cleaning her with his tongue as Nick hung over her, panting.

Allen licked her in earnest, groaning deeply as he lapped up his lover's come from her skin. When he'd caught his breath, Nick sat back on his heels and smiled down at both of them.

When Allen's had tended to every inch of Kerr's breasts and belly, he sucked Nick's softening cock into his mouth. Nick groaned and Kerri couldn't help but lick her lips.

When Allen released his lover after giving him a thorough cleaning, Kerri saw that Nick was getting hard again. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of having him inside her again.

Allen sat back and reached for the cuffs at Kerri's wrists. When he released her, she rolled to her side and sat up. She opened her arms and both men came to her. She hugged them fiercely. "Thank you."

Nick reached down to squeeze her ass. "Our pleasure. We knew you'd see reason if we could get you naked again."

She leaned back to look at them and rolled her eyes. "You would."

Nick laughed. "We'll expect you at our door precisely at nine tomorrow night. After seeing how beautiful you looked tied up I've got some great plans for you."

She took a deep breath. This was going to be a wild ride. 



Fulfillment Ch. 03



Art continues:

The computer guy probably will get on my ass about it, but I just had to install an Internet messaging program on my computer at work to keep up with the rapidly changing state of my marriage. After almost divorcing, Kat and I opted instead for a more super-charged sex life within the somewhat less-restrictive bounds of what is often euphemistically called an open marriage. We had been exchanging Im's from several states apart during our separation and from work to work since. While the earlier discussions had been about our marriage, the more recent ones were becoming increasingly alluring, sexual and mysterious. References to secret encounters, midnight rendezvous and hotel rooms on the beach peppered the conversations from her end. Email messages referred to a big weekend party with swinger friends. Could these be the ones she had been spending some beach time with? Mostly I'd get Cheshire-cat smiles and quick glimpses of frilly new undergarments in the morning and evasive answers with hints intrigue in the evenings. In between, I'd get some of the most exciting, if hard to understand, teasing that I'd ever received from my wife of 20 years.

"I've been thinking about what I'd like for my birthday present this year." She IM'd. "Can you guess what I'd like? I mean, since we're being open about our fantasies and all that, there are some ideas that do spring to my mind."

"Well, I can imagine some of your desires but I prefer to hear (or read) them. Sometimes it's easier to write something down than it is to say it out loud. So, tell me what you'd like already."

"Let's just say it's time to raise the bar and experience the kind of sexual pleasures that could only be enjoyed with the help of a veteran couple. What better way to begin the journey than with my new friends Deb and Randy? We could invite them over for my birthday present. Are you ready to play?"

"Just how well do you know these guys anyway?" I asked. I pretty much already had guessed the answer that I would get and what it would really mean. One of her IM teases had to do with wondering if the guys in the office could see her when she went down to the parking lot for an afternoon make out session with Randy.

"I guess they have become friends of mine over the past month or two. I think you'll like Debbie," she sidestepped.

While that did as little to answer my question as she intended it to do, it still revealed a definite closeness that she had not previously told me much about.

Kat continues:

That morning, the sky was bright and our daughter had been dismissed to play with her friends. The excitement and anticipation was almost unbearable as I changed my panties for the second time today, wondering how many times I was going to cream them before our "guests" arrived." I even found myself ironing the sateen sheets for the waterbed and closing the bedroom blinds from potentially prying eyes. A short low cut floral scooped dress and thong panties completed my outfit and silk shorts completed Art's casual attire.

Finally Deb and Randy arrived and I gave them both a deep sensuous kiss while trying to contain my excitement over what I imagined was to come that day. Surprisingly, Deb moved quickly over to Arthur and kissed him hello to put him at ease. 

"Drinks anyone?" I asked as I filled a few glasses and gave a cook's tour of the house. I would let Arthur explain the flora in the back yard that he had grown from seedlings including those with exceptional mind-altering abilities, which were soon being shared amongst the group. Next Art and Randy selected some music to put us in the mood while I plunked the "Sexual Pursuit" game on the kitchen table and assigned Randy to be my partner across the short end of the octagonal table. While Randy and I were playing footsie with the other's crotch under the table, Deb and Arthur were creaming us in the game with their combined medical/sexual knowledge. Next time I thought, it's going to be girls against the guys.

By now I was over the edge horny. That combined with the alcohol left me plenty ready where I could have just fucked Randy right on top of the table. I know that Debbie and Randy were pretty much instant turn-ons; Art might take a little "breaking in." We retreated to the office where Art had set-up the parameters for a computerized sex game. I pulled out the queen size sleeper for the four of us to play on.

"So what are the rules to this game?" Randy asked with a barely discernible smirk on his face.

"Pretty easy. It's like sexual monopoly. Roll the virtual dice and move around the virtual board doing virtually whatever it says or pay the fine that it offers as an alternative." Art deadpanned. He was actually thinking more about whether this well-endowed blond that was a few years his junior was as hot to trot as his wife obviously was.... and whether she's be worth the 'trade'.

"Refills?" questioned the ever-attentive hostess. For someone who seldom cooked, I could still stir up a mean drink, especially if the combined effect of the smoke, liquid and tactile stimulants could be counted on creating the proper ambiance.

"I'm game. Are there partners in this game?" Deb asked.

"Well, not really. I've set it up so that any guy can play with any girl and vice versa and also so that the girls can play together. The amount of clothes is programmed in, as are the preferences, kinkiness levels, etc. You can adjust the level as the game goes along if you want." 

"Hey, at least Art and Deb don't have an advantage in this game. There doesn't seem to be much of any way to lose at this game either!" Randy, for the first time, removed his cowboy hat to reveal a balding head. "Who spins first?!"

"Go for it big guy," Kat giggled. "You can sit by the keyboard and be the designated spinner for a while. It's a shitty job, but somebody has to do it."

The first couple of rounds were pretty uneventful. A couple of backrubs were about the hottest action cards that were played. Of course, this was level one. After we'd each gone around the board a few times some of the penalty cards were getting better. "Rub your tits into Art's face, Deb, and make sure he gets to feel some skin." Art smiled and enjoyed the tittie sandwich that his nose had become.

"Kat, give Randy a lap dance. Make him hard." was a card that we encountered about half an hour into the game. Kat got up, put the Hindu Love Gods CD on the player, and began to shake and then grind down onto Randy's still-clothed lap. As the instructions had gone on to indicate that Randy could have a feel of anything in his reach, he was making sure that his grasp was not exceeded. 

The clothes removal cards were especially fun as there was always very specific instruction given as to how to remove each piece. "Use your teeth only," or "Without actually making skin to skin contact..." 

Deb beamed, as her card read "collect wet raspberries from each contestant" So Kat poured a little wine on Deb's stomach and breasts, before blowing her cheeks out and making a very loud noise that caused Deb to burst out in laughter from the intense vibrations. Next, Art crawled between her legs and crunched both of those melons that she called breasts together and let her have a big wet one between the pressed-together nipples. Randy turned her over and went for her buttocks, lubricating her anus with alcohol before blowing up her ass. Each contestant was being a bit more daring that the last, positioning her body in not-so-subtle poses while playing her body for additional points.

Art continues:

I had always wanted to play this game with another couple or group or whatever. Deb and Randy would not have been my first choice, but they were certainly more than willing initiators. I'd thought that Kat was just showing off when she planted that big smacker on Randy when they'd walked in, still now it seemed that like more than just trying to get me jealous. It was more like saying thank you and welcome back. Considering I'd never laid eyes on these peeps before, this was an awfully friendly greeting. As the games progressed from the semi-intellectual to the purely erotic, I wasn't really sure if I was more enjoying the new set of tits that I was getting to look at and play with or watching Kat play slut queen. She probably thinks I didn't notice all that footsie under the table or those feels that Randy was copping on Kat's ass every time I turned my back. Good clean fun was all it was anyway, even if it portended a lot more to come. Watching Randy blowing a raspberry on his wife's ass seemed a little silly, almost embarrassing. Still it did help remind us of the minimal clothing that we all had left, several items having been shucked by earlier game instructions. 

Randy finally got a roll of the dice that elicited an "action" card that required the female to his left (Kat) to sit on his lap for the next round (4 rolls). Since Kat was in panties only and Randy had only shorts and, possibly, underwear left, this was about to get interesting. She gleefully, almost too gleefully, strolled over to where Randy had been sitting on the edge of the bed and plopped herself in the middle of his lap. They both made a big to-do about getting all the equipment adjusted and it seemed like it was Kat's hands doing most of the adjusting. "Just lower yourself down facing forward," he told her. His hands supported her thighs and knees while his crotch supported her hips.

The next roll of the cyber dice was doubles for me. The first square I landed on required a play or pay decision. I was to either lick the closest pussy to me for 2 minutes or pay $500 of the $600 game-money I had left to the pension fund. I'm not even sure if Randy and Kat were watching the game anymore. She was rubbing her ass up and down over his suddenly unzipped shorts. I couldn't see anything else. The second roll brought a card that said: "Remove any piece of clothing from anyone in the game." With panties being the last article of protection, as it were, that Deb had left, it was an easy decision to remove those panties and dive tongue-first into her hairless pussy. Licking gently up the left side of her slit and then up the right side followed by a zigzag path up the middle was bringing an appreciative groan from my victim. When the 2 minutes were up, without bothering to make another game move, Deb immediately reached for the waistband of my shorts, quickly pulled them down and off, and grabbed my cock by the base. 

With an audible 'plop' she covered my grateful member with her mouth and gave me three rapid deep throats before lifting herself off and saying: "That's better, I can suck on that other old cock any ole time. This tastes much better."

I was in no position to argue. Watching her titties flopping up and down while she sucked on my cock was unusual since Kat usually angled herself in such a way that I could fondle but barely see her tits when she blew me. Kat and Randy, still seated lap to lap, watched from the other side of the bed as Deb's head bobbed up and down on me, her tits now occasionally brushing into my legs. "I think we forgot to roll the dice," I mused. 

"I think we can dispense with the formal rules now, cause I'm gonna take you into the other room and fuck this nice dick of yours." Deb cautioned.

Not bothering to look up to see what else was transpiring in the room, Deb pulled me into the master bedroom, threw herself backwards onto the waterbed and spread her legs invitingly. Figuring that we had enjoyed a couple hours of foreplay and that no more would be needed, I crawled between her legs, lined up with and soon acquired the desired target and rammed myself into her waiting snatch balls-deep with one thrust. The smile that I elicited in front of me was all the go ahead required and I was soon slamming into her with all I had. Just as I was about to cum, a camera flashed behind me and I heard two giggling voices scampering off into the not so far-distance. The picture taking without opportunity for similar returned favor annoyed me a bunch. However, first things must cum first. It was then that I could make out the not so faint sound of whimpering beneath me. Her eyes were rolling back in her head and the whole strange erotic scene finally brought forth a gusher of cum from my long-teased love muscle.

No sooner had I pulled it out of her than Deb was back on top of my dick sucking it back to semi-life. I was more hungry and curious what the other two were up to than horny at that point so I slowed her down, eased myself off of the bed and went looking for Kat and Randy.

Kat continues:

By now my facilities were a bit fuzzy, as the drinks had taken their full effect leaving me even more aggressively searching for the big "O" for my sex filled b-day present. With both Randy and I being Leo's, we were vying for control for satisfaction of each other's sexual whims. My body was slim like a panther, and perfectly tanned from the au natural sunbathing at Haulover beach and I was going to take control of my sexual desires. Randy and I were both on our knees chasing each other on the sleeper, both acting as the aggressor, and vying for control. 

At last the birthday girl persuades him to service her needs, and Randy came from behind, squeezing my tits and pinching the ever-erect nipples. The hands reached down and I could feel fingers rubbing my love nub causing it to become ever more swollen and lubricated. The more he fingered me, the wetter I became until he had me quaking and on the edge. Next he burrowed his head into my pussy and began licking the lips of my love box, and lapping up the delicious nectar that escaped from within.

By now I was quivering and begging for him to insert his manhood into my waiting snatch. However, he continued to tease me and rubbed his cock harder and faster trying to elicit a response from me that indicated that I would submit to his teasing. Never, I thought, this is my day and he will service Me. But he continued to just rub along my labia with his cock, refusing to stick it in. Once he almost slipped in but he quickly pulled back despite my thrusting back at him. Soon he had me on the verge of cumming from his increasingly active efforts. When he pushed me over the edge of the sofa bed and stood next to it while pulling my ass up in the air I knew he was about to give in to the growing need we were both feeling. He slowly entered me from behind doggie-style while my pussy lips clenched the rod he tried to ram in even farther as I squealed in growing appreciation. 

"Fuck me harder, dammit!" I gasped between plunges. "Slowly now...okay a little deeper... ahh, now that's better" "Harder, now bang it all in!" I yelped. 

"You've been waiting too long for another taste of this pipe," he bellowed. The commotion must have been a bit loud as first Art and then Deb pranced into the room now. I could see Art out of the corner of my eye watching in amazement as his wife was being violated right in his own house, while he stood back and took it all in. With my face now buried in a pillow to slightly muffle my screams, I felt Randy begin to spasm as he pumped me at full speed. A pair of hands reaching under my chest and squeezing on my nipples turned out to be Debbie, who had decided to join back in while Art tried to get me to lift my head up so I could suck on his cock. Before I could open wide and say ah, Randy began to drive his full boat deep into my canal. He stayed slightly hard and Art had not yet regenerated so when Randy pulled out with a loud 'plop', I turned around and gobbled his cock to milk the last drops of cum out of his slowly shrinking member.

With smiles mostly all around and the smell of sex still in the air, Randy and Deb got their things together, thanked us for the fun day and left. I got an occasional email from Randy asking if/when we could get together again. It had been fun having four people together for pure sex but only fulfilling in a kind of base way. The picture taking had made Art a bit uncomfortable and neither of them were the kind of phenomenal sex-partners that would warrant deeper involvement. Besides, my (female) assistant at work had been hinting that she'd like to get into both my and my husband's underwear. Sondra is very bi, bordering on butch-gay, but very sexual in her own odd sort of way. Maybe that would be tres hot? 



Fulfillment Ch. 04



Kat:

With the crunch of the fall activities over and my work schedule settling down, I found myself training the new employee, Sondra, on how I wanted to receive the files from her. One of the first things that I noticed about Sondra was the slightly off-kilter way that she presented herself. Although she dressed professionally, there was something different about her that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Often she wore vividly colored suit jackets with plain skirts, and you could see she had very large breasts protruding out from that petite frame of hers. She was a few years older than me and had never married. Her skin was Mediterranean looking, much like my husband, with dark brown hair cut just below her ears and large, highly expressive eyes. 

We began having lunch together and found out we had a lot of things in common including being vegetarians. We became friends and she became curious about my obviously unusual marital situation. I began sharing what was going on with my husband's efforts as well as with other lovers I had located thru the Internet. It was through these discussions that I found out that she hadn't been with a man sexually in many, many years. Apparently, her fear of diseases, jerks and being used had pushed her towards a celibate life. One Thursday morning she began pumping me for information on various types of dating sites. The next day she came in and told me that she had registered on one of the "straight" online dating sites and that she already had a date for that very night. I was amazed and couldn't believe that she had progressed that far in only one night. I felt like I had mentored her well indeed.

Sondra proudly showed me some of the IM conversations that led up to the proposed meeting with "Roger" including some of the lines each of them had lavished on the other. It wasn't long before the conversation had turned from the basics of him wanting to "nibble on her ear lobe" to "tearing off her clothing and unleashing those voluptuous melons" then "slipping his foot long hot dog between them and spew his gooey love juice to the tip of her tongue." Next she opened up the private pictures that he allowed her to access and my jaw dropped considerably as this huge piece of manhood dangled between his legs. I must admit that I was surprised at what he was packing and tried to imagine how she could get so lucky the first time. Again I looked back to his face, and couldn't imagine its owner slinging that piece of meat around. 

We made plans to meet for lunch and pick up a few things for the date that evening, as she wanted my opinion. The first place Sondra drove us to was a small boutique called "Twice As Nice". I must admit I didn't know what to expect as we entered. Somehow I doubted that my vision of two men fucking customer's silly in the dressing room would be reality. It turned out to be a thrift store that she shopped at often, and we headed straight for the lingerie section. Her eye caught several intriguing pieces in black with lace, Lycra spandex and a few boas', which she quickly ran to try on. After a few hearty smirks came a very naughty laugh as she flung open the dressing room door awaiting my approval. I felt an instant tremor of shock on my face as I raised my fingers up to my mouth and uttered "Oh My Gosh! That's so unbelievable."

She twirled herself around and said, "I'll take it." 

Now, I never thought of myself as a prude but this was obviously originally purchased at a Quadruple X store for some very kinky sex. It reminded me of Cat Woman with zippers and grommet fasteners placed strategically on the tight fitting costume. "Now all you need is a whip," I said sarcastically as we headed to the liquor store for several bottles of rum and coke, and then next door for a fruit and cheese platter with crackers. Even in the tiny tote bag that Sondra was lugging the outfit around in, the kinky nature of the clothes were obvious for anyone in the liquor store to see. It's amazing we got out of there without a few more propositions. 

"Think I can score tonight with all these accoutrements?" Sondra smirked. Actually, I was beginning to have more than a little fear for the poor, unsuspecting guy than I was worried about Sondra's chances at this point.

"I doubt you'll need it, but I will wish you good luck anyway tonight. Is he taking you to a movie, to dinner or what?"

"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of getting a few drinks into him at Blue Martini's and then dragging him back to my place and raping him." And I don't think she was kidding me in the least.

Since I wouldn't see her again till Monday morning, I had a long weekend to ponder her fortunes while trying to figure out how to push my own fortunes forward a bit. But first, I had my daughter's Halloween party to plan. Not that the Cat Woman costume had got me to thinking or anything, but my daughter was not interested in a kinky party so much as a loud bit of hip hop fun. 

Monday arrived and I don't know who was more anxious to talk about the weekend, Sondra or I. But with Sondra's mouth, that was a short battle. 

"How did it go, little miss hottie?"

"The evening was kind of like the old videos of the Hindenburg. The drinks went well and he was as anxious as I was to get back to my place. I don't know if it was all the candles I lit, the incense or the warped way the VCR porno tape was playing but things just went quickly downhill. First off, I changed into the Cat Woman garb. He really seemed to get a kick out of it but I didn't see the expected bulge, if you know what I mean. So I decided to do a little bump and grind for him, you know, an old fashioned lap-dance?"

"I think I still remember what that is, thank you very much," I rejoined.

"That was when I got my first surprise. Whoever's close up picture he had sent me certainly wasn't a Roger original. Whatever was causing that rather small lump in his pants was not the mean old tiger snake that I had seen in the photo. This was more like a gecko. Of course, I did require deeper inspection so I did some unzipping. Even hard, this thing wasn't big enough to even justify a blowjob. No way I was gonna let that little thing be my first close encounter in 5 years; Roger and out."

While I was now laughing uncontrollably, she remain pretty stern faced and serious. She had obviously been sorely disappointed at her first dip in the internet-dating pool. I didn't know whether to distract her or encourage her, since my first advice seemed to have gone awry.

"Hey, forget about it. Assholes happen. Why don't you come over to my place next weekend and help chaperone my little girl's party? I don't think any of the boys there will be old enough for you but there is always their fathers, brothers or friends."

"Wouldn't it be a hoot if your hubbie and I hit it off. I mean we are both long time vegetarians, perverts, Semites and are about the same age right?" she sort of joked.

"Hey, I don't think the no word is in his vocabulary, or mine either for that matter," I admitted. "Bring a change of clothes since the party runs late and we'll see what develops." 

The rest of the week went by in a blur of trips to the stores for balloons, spider webs, a huge spider and assorted decorations, foods and drinks. Separate bags for the kiddy's stuff and for the few adults that were expected to stay and help out. The black lights went into the spot light fixtures in the party room and we were ready for the screaming monsters.

As it turned out only a couple of the parents stayed for more than an hour or so. The kids had a great time and slowly filtered out with their weary parents in tow. As the party devolved into our daughter and a couple close friends mostly listening to music in her bedroom and the three remaining adults getting drunk or stoned in another part of the house, the conversation also turned from witches, goblins and spiders to more adult themes like dating, sex and Sondra's desire for some new pictures to post on her web site.

Art was more than willing to act as cameraman for these endeavors, so while I went off to check on the kids and clean up a bit, Art and Sondra went into the office to take some web cam photos suitable for posting on the various sites that Sondra was trying out. Some of the sites were for swingers and some were basic dating sites, so a bit of variety was called for. I knew that Sondra hat her Cat Woman outfit on underneath her clothes and imagined how Art would be happy to pose her provocatively.

Art continues:

Kat had told me that Sondra was a bit on the kinky side and might be interested in more than just vanilla behavior. I was amused, amazed and flattered when she asked me to take some photos of her for her web sites. I didn't see where it would be too hard to doll her up for the camera. I did wonder just how risqué she wanted these shots to be. I know that for Match.com or many of the others, a smile and shoulders were enough. For some of the sites, partial or even total nudity was certainly expected. This Halloween party was already turning out to be one of the better of the ones we had staged on my daughter's favorite holiday. 

"How do you want me to sit? She asked me. "Should I wear my hair up, down or to the side? Cleavage or no cleavage."

"Definitely, cleavage." Didn't want her to think I wasn't listening. I would leave how much cleavage up to her.

I started snapping shots that were either rejected for being too tame, too lame or too silly. So the shots got a bit racier. A close up of her profile seemed to please her so we kept it and marked it for the basic straight sites. This shot also showed just the swell of her breasts at the bottom of the photo. Of course, to actually get the shot we had to strip back the fabric of her red tights and red bra to allow enough skin to get on camera. She offered no resistance when I personally peeled the material back, sliding my forefinger just under her tight D cups. Her nipples were just holding the bra on her body as we snapped off that winning shot.

"Kat said that it would be okay if I asked you to take some semi-nudes of me. I don't guess you have any objections do you?"

"I'll shoot whatever you want to show." I didn't even know if that made any sense, but I was a bit too stoned to care. The opening door caused us both to glance in that direction, but it was just Kat coming by to check on us. I showed her the keepers we had and suggested that we still had a few more to go.

"They look pretty good for an old broad. I think Art is bringing out your best assets," Kat smirked. "Let me know if you need any help." She went back to her cleaning and I went back to my photography.

The final few shots I took each got more revealing. She would tell me to turn around while she would change bras, skirts, tops or angles. When she felt she had the right look, I was allowed to turn and give the thumbs up or down. The final shot was of her with the bra hanging open and her finger in her mouth in an erotic-tease gesture. I couldn't help but notice that she was also enjoying the effect that this pose was having on Mr. Happy. 

"I'm not sure if I should even allow you to have access to that picture," she opined. But the smirk on her face said that she was happy to show off her favorite attributes. When Kat came back and announced that the girls were all asleep and maybe we should do the same, Sondra curled up on the couch with her bra still open and her melons shining in the lights and fell asleep in about a minute and a half. 

"Oh well, that seemed like fun," I mused. "I'll have to get her a web cam so that she can share these photos back and forth. It would be fun to actually have someone to Video Conference with. That night, Kat and I fucked like bunnies while trying to keep the jiggling noises of the waterbed in check. Wouldn't want the sleeping Cat Woman in the next room to wake up.....

Kat continues:

Art did get a web cam and Sondra was so excited about her Halloween present that she asked us to come over and install it that next weekend. Of course, she also mentioned how erotic it was taking the pictures last weekend and how attractive my husband was and how helpful and how useful he must be. Yada Yada. 

"Maybe he can show me how to download some music too," she inquired. "You said he's pretty good with the computer. I could make some lunch, we could set up the cameras and mikes and have a picnic." "That sounds like fun; let's do it. Art loves to show off his techno-skills such as they are." I replied.

I'll also have to remember to warn Art that on this weekend, I plan on being a little wilder than he's ever seen me before

Art:

I gathered up the cords and wires and rebate certificates, didn't forget to bring the wife, hopped in the car and we were off to Sandra's place for the day. When we got there, the living room was dimly lit with the shades drawn and several candles casting a very warm glow on the room. I was concerned about the placement of some of the candles; particularly one that seemed to be cooking the VCR (a fact I later ascertained) and another that was could drip onto the TV. Hey, it's her house. I nudged one forward and one back just for safety sake and got to work setting up and installing the computer junk while the girls started chatting a putting a lot of health food store goodies out on plates. She really had put together quite a feast and we were soon gorging ourselves on the foods, wines, rum and cokes and reefer madness. The only thing that didn't work too well was the VCR, so the porn tape she had wouldn't play! A DVD would be way too modern a technology for her to have. Meanwhile, the girls were getting playful, painting each other's faces with various smeary edibles and daring me to come and eat some of it. 

"Looks a bit messy, but definitely worth the effort." I opined.

"Maybe we should take our clothes off.... to keep them clean," Sondra offered.

Kat and I exchanged glances and smiles and were only a couple of seconds behind Sondra in shedding our shirts, pants, skirts and stockings. When Sondra noticed I still had my underpants on she asked if I needed some help with that and, before I could answer, wriggled them down my legs and off. She then performed the same service for Kat and then presented herself to Kat for panty stripping. With the final article of clothes tossed into the corner, Sondra's eyes went right to my rapidly growing cock.

"Looks like somebody's expecting to have some fun here," was all she said as she fell to her knees, grabbed a hold of what she'd been staring at and swallowed me whole with her first try, holding my now fully grown member deep in her mouth and then slowly rising up to let me pull out with a pop. "Better than a Popsicle....and bigger too," she smiled. "And look what a pretty pussy Kat has! It's all puffy and with a big clit and it looks like she's ready for some action too!" 

With that, she pushed Kat gently backwards onto the kitchen/living room separator, which was conveniently set at about 3 feet, leaving Kat's ass on the separator, her right leg on the floor and her left leg raised slightly in Sondra's right hand. Sondra immediately plunged tongue deep into Kat's pussy making Kat jump a bit with a startled laugh that was followed by ticklish laughter and a few groans as well. Soon the groans were winning out over the laughs and she seemed to really be getting into what was becoming a primer on eating pussy that Sondra was giving us both. Kat got the direct benefit, but I was taking notes too, all the while playing with Sondra's swinging tits and Kat's more stationary pair. 

After Kat's eyes rolled back in her head during a particularly furious bit of pussy munching, she pushed down on Sondra's arms and said that she deserved a return favor. They quickly switched positions with Sondra now leaning against the partition and the wall while Kat took what I imagined to be her first real attempt at pussy pillaging. So, while Kat's butt was pointing my way anyway, I decided that perhaps her freshly licked pussy would like something larger than a tongue or a couple fingers plunging in it. Naturally, I offered my own swollen muscle of love to that familiar love tunnel. 

"How about a little change in position?" I asked. "I'd like to alternate fucking those two beautiful butts while you two are both bent over the partition."

They quickly accommodated my request and I pulled out of Kat and began to rub my cock over Sondra's hairless mound, clit and ass. Not wanting to tease her too much, I put on the condom that Sondra insisted upon onto my dick, and watched her grab a hold of Kat's arm while I positioned myself for entry. I always enjoy the look on a woman's face the first time I enter her. It's not that I'm so long but the thickness always seems to make them form that pretty O on the mouth as they accept the purple marauder for the first time. Sondra did not disappoint, adding a slightly hanging tongue to the usual O making it look like a Q as she looked backwards over her shoulder at me. A few strokes here and there and then, to keep Kat even warmer than Sondra's lips and hands were achieving, I plugged into her for a few more rapid thrusts. "Maybe we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom?" It was Sondra doing the offering and no one disagreed.

As soon as we all got on the bed together, Sondra dove between Kat's thighs while opening her own legs wide apart in an obvious invite for Kat to get in a 69 position with her. This was almost as much fun to watch as it was to participate in. Unfortunately, the video cam was too far away and long forgotten so there would be no visual reminders of this fun afternoon. Kat's motions mimicked Sondra's somewhat more experienced endeavors. Picking a place to join in was the only challenge. Since Kat's twat was nearest, I edged closer to her to slide my dick over the tongue that was reaming her out and then placed the tip of my dick at her labia. Sondra surprised me a bit by engulfing my balls in her mouth, one at a time, over and over until they both started to feel heavy. When she finally let them go, I rammed hard into Kat's pussy, which elicited a groan from Sondra since Kat had been nibbling at her clit at the time. I just pushed myself in as deeply as I could and then slowly withdrew to repeat the exercise at the other end of the bed. 

Kat just held Sondra's lips open while she stroked the clit with her fingers. "Aim it right here." And I did. Kat was almost gleeful watching my cock slide in and out of her friend's receptive pussy from a distance of about 8 inches. After several minutes of rapid thrust and occasional licks from Kat she said that I should have a chance at an uninterrupted orgasm too. So, she disentangled herself and flipped Sondra's leg up over my shoulder leaving me lying on top of her in missionary position. While Sondra seemed sad that Kat had removed herself, it did give me a chance to really hammer the point home. The point of my dick that is.

For someone who supposedly had not had sex for 5 years the abilities and talents had certainly not gone away. "Must be like riding a bike," I thought to myself. While I suspected that Sondra had shown more passion for the F on F action, she also seemed a bit saddened that we had not remained a threesome all the time. Did she want to share me or share Kat? Before I got too deeply enmeshed in useless thought, a little voice in the back of my heads said that it was gusher time. While Sondra hung on for dear life, I pounded harder and harder till I finally erupted. 

We finally managed to eat some of the fancy foods that Sondra had left out but no one put their clothes back on. This led to strawberries being strategically placed for easy plucking, whipped cream in the damndest of places and Baba G'noush stuffed mushrooms being shared by all. The frolicking continued for a while, but the facilities were a bit cramped for three so we decided to head back home for the night and invite Sondra over for the next weekend when she could actually spend the night. And that was another time!