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Portia

By: hednacloud



Portia was twelve when her father married Annette. She had never known her mother and, being an only child, welcomed both Annette and her ten-year-old son, Connor, into her life. 

As she grew, however, she found herself growing closer to Connor than she did to Annette, who seemed content devoting herself more to her new husband than to their two children. By the time Portia entered high school, she found herself making sure that Connor was occupied before going to cheerleading practice or out on dates. She was really beautiful, even at fourteen: tall, slender, with long dark hair and piercing gray eyes; she attracted a lot of attention even then. But she found herself drawn always back to her stepbrother. 

He entered high school during her junior year, and she found herself growing more attracted to him every day. Physically, he wasn't as extraordinary as she was. He, too, was tall and thin, and his brown hair and brown eyes basically put him on par with most other boys of that age. He wasn't as popular as she, preferring science books to football. He found himself returning Portia's attraction, though somewhat hopelessly, as he knew she would never be a possibility for him.

When it came time for Portia to go to college, she chose a school far away, hoping that the distance would quench her growing sexual desire for Connor. 

During that first year, Connor began filling out, and with his more muscular physique began dating Kara, a tiny sophomore with green eyes and enormous breasts. Portia, for her part, began dating Meyer, a med student who was nearly a body double for Connor, and though even she admitted that Meyer's personality left something to be desired, she slept with him as a sort of surrogate for Connor.

When she came home for the summer, she found her stepbrother to be even more attractive than she remembered, and grew immeasurably jealous of his blatantly sexual relationship with Kara, which he flaunted. Portia found herself touching Connor much more as the summer wore on, and he struggled to fight his all-consuming desire for her.

She returned to college in the fall near desolate, knowing that all of Connor's attention would now be on Kara.

She devoted herself to her schoolwork, and for a while was able to divert her thoughts from Connor. Spring break came quickly, and she decided to return home, knowing that their parents would be out of town, but thinking that her feelings for Connor were gone.

He was nearing the end of his senior year, and the week Portia came home was the week of his senior prom. They spent most of the week together, hanging out and playing like old times when he wasn't in school, so that by the time Friday arrived, they felt closer than ever. She fought her jealousy that he was going to the prom with Kara, and he fought the urgent need he had for her.

As he was preparing that night, Portia left him pretty much alone. It wasn't until he was almost ready that she stuck her head in to wish him luck. He was standing with one leg on a chair, tying his shoe. His tie was sloppy, and so she stepped into the room to help him. 

"Your tie needs to be fixed," she told him, and he stood up quickly, startled. 

"Oh...yeah," he said. "I'm no good at that."

"Well Kara will want you looking perfect, I'm sure," she said, laughing as she reached up and untied it. "Interesting suit, by the way." He was wearing a white suit with brown pinstripes. 

"Yeah, it matches her dress," he said, wryly.

Her eyes refocused on the tie, which she now began to tie for him. As she straightened it, he gazed at her, thinking, "What if I just touched her..." then realized that he had touched her, and was now running his hands up and down her arms, which were still stretched out to him. Her eyes fluttered shut, and then opened and refocused determinedly on finishing his tie, but he could see her breathing had grown heavier. 

He ran his hands up her arms and over her shoulders, caressing her gently before moving up her neck into her hair. He pulled the ponytail out, letting her long hair fall. As he ran his hands through it, she watched his face grow more abstracted, more determined. Finally, he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the face. She had dropped her hands to her sides and gazed back at him thoughtfully, wondering, "What would happen if I just stepped forward?" 

Instead of stepping forward, though, she just said, "Well, I guess Kara will be waiting," which came out chokingly, as if the words had forced themselves out. 

He dropped his hands reluctantly and replied, "I suppose she will." Neither of them moved for a moment, and then she stepped away, turning toward the door. "Portia," he said, and she stopped, turning back toward him. Again they were still, and then she moved quickly back toward him. 

He caught her in his arms and kissed her hungrily. She clung to him in desperation, crying as she offered herself up to him. He was crying too, murmuring against her mouth, "I love you. I know it's wrong, but I love you." 

She felt his hands flying over her body, as if he knew that this was his only chance and he wanted to know every inch of her. "Stop," she said into his mouth, and he froze, knowing that she was about to end the whole thing.

Instead, she led him to the phone. "Tell Kara you're sorry, but you won't make it tonight." He called Kara, told her that he didn't love her, and then hung up, looking expectantly at his stepsister. 

She took his hand, pulling gently, and he willingly followed her. She led him to her room and closed the door behind them. "If we're going to do this," she said, "We're going to do it right." 

She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, and he tossed it on a chair as she undid his tie and tossed that on top of the jacket. He ran his hands over her arms as she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off, leaning forward to kiss his chest. She ran her hands over his now naked torso, kissing and licking her way to his neck. 

He bent his head forward to meet her lips, holding her against him. She sat on the bed as he pulled off his shoes and socks, then he sat down and joined her. 

She slid into his lap, straddling him as they kissed. He pulled hesitantly at her shirt, and she sat back to pull it off. He stared in awe at her slim body as she straddled him in a pair of boxers and a lacy black bra. 

"You are so beautiful," he told her. She grinned, leaning forward to kiss him, and he lay back, pulling her on top of him.

For a while, they just kissed, their hands exploring each other, learning the ridges and canyons they'd only dreamt about before this. Finally, though, his hands began tugging at her shorts, and she stopped him. "Not yet," she said, kissing his stomach. "You first." She kissed a trail to the edge of his pants, which she unbuttoned and began pushing down. He lifted his hips, and she pulled the pants down and off. 

Connor could barely believe that he was lying in Portia's bed wearing only his boxers. Her hands were shaking as she freed his cock from the boxers. 

Portia sighed as she took his cock in her hand and began pumping it. She smiled in delight as it danced in her hand, and quickly leaned over to lick the head, tasting his precum. He moaned lightly as she popped the head into her mouth, sucking gently as she swirled her tongue around it. She began bobbing her head up and down the length of his cock, and he moaned even more loudly, burying his hands in her hair. She sucked harder, increasing the pace, her hand cupping his balls gently. It wasn't long before he came, and what she didn't swallow, she licked off of him when he'd finished. 

"Wow," he panted as she moved to lie next to him. She grinned, unfastening her bra and tossing it to the side. She straddled his stomach, leaning over to dip her tits, one at a time, into his mouth as he quickly recovered. Whichever tit he wasn't sucking on he squeezed greedily in his hand. He bit her nipple gently, making her moan, and the sound of her moaning made him want more. 

He began to roll so that he was on top, grinding his hardening cock against her shorts as he kissed her. He pushed his boxers off quickly, and then kissed her ankle. He leaned forward, sucking insistently on her tits as he slowly ran his hand up her leg. When he reached her thigh, she sighed, spreading her legs slightly. He slowed his pace, feeling her frustration growing as she pushed her hips slightly toward his approaching hand. 

When at last he reached the juncture of her thighs, he grinned at how wet she already was. He rubbed her through the shorts, which she quickly began pushing down. As he pulled them off of her, he inhaled her scent. "Ohh..."she moaned as he dipped his tongue into her cunt. 

Encouraged, he began lapping at her, gently at first, but more insistently as she ground her hips against his face. He slid a finger into her, feeling how tight she was, and increased his pressure as he licked and sucked her slit. He wanted her to come just as he entered her, and so he concentrated on her clit as he fucked her with his finger. He felt that she was getting close, so he pulled back and rubbed her juices on his cock.

Her eyes were closed, so when he pulled away, she moaned, "No, don't stop..." He grinned, climbing on top of her. She put her hand on his cock when she realized what he was doing, guiding it to her tight, hungry little box. "Yes," she cooed as he leaned to kiss her. She positioned him at the entrance of her pussy. 

"Yes what," he teased, hesitating at her entrance. 

"Yes, FUCK ME, Connor, NOW," she moaned, pulling his hips toward hers.

"If you insist," he said, sliding the head in. She came as he entered her, just as he'd hoped, and he paused with only the head in. She was so tight that he moaned with the effort it took not to pound into her. When she came down a bit, he slid further into her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pulled back slightly, then pushed further in. 

"Ohhh...Connor," she moaned. "Please fuck me. Fuck me Connor, I need your cock. I love to fuck you." 

Connor was growing ever more turned on. Kara had never talked dirty to him, and her words were testing his self control. He felt powerful above his stepsister, listening to her horny demands. "Where do you like my cock," he asked her as he began pumping in and out of her. 

"In my pussy," she said. "Fuck my pussy, Connor. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted as he rode her. "Oh, your hot, hard, cock is fucking my pussy. Fuck it harder. Yes, yes...Oh, God, Connor, YES..."

Her words egged him on as he rode her harder. He fucked her with a desperation he hadn't known existed. He was pounding into her, yet she still demanded more. 

"Oh, harder, baby, yes, my stepbrother is going to come in my pussy. Make me cum, Connor, yes, ooohhh..." Her head fell to the side as he began spurting into her. He continued pumping, feeling her tight cunt clench his cock in a spasm. Her pussy sucked him dry, and he slammed one more time into her, and then collapsed on her chest. She wrapped her arms around him and held him in her with her legs. He fell asleep there, still buried in his stepsister's cunt, her limbs holding him to her.

***

Connor was having the best dream. His hot stepsister, Portia, was asleep beside him after they'd just had sex, and he was watching her and running his hands over the parts of her body he knew he'd never be able to touch. His cock was hard, but it was warm and wet, as if it was still buried in her. He grinned as he began waking up. What a great dream!

His eyes flew open as he realized that it hadn't been a dream. He'd fucked his stepsister, who was, at that moment, sucking on his cock! "I thought you'd never wake up," she grinned, pumping him with her hand. He raised himself to his elbows to watch as she slid him into her mouth again. His cock grew harder, and when he was at full-staff, she pulled away. 

"Wait," he moaned. 

She grinned, moving to straddle him. "I want you to cum in me," she explained, sliding down onto his cock. 

"Holy shit," he thought as she began riding him. He couldn't believe his good fortune. His hands moved to clench her bouncing tits as her pussy clenched his cock. She took one of his hands and moved it to her clit, which he rubbed furiously as she rode him. They pounded roughly together, he pumping up into her, she raising and lowering her cunt onto him, writhing against his cock and his hand. As they came, he sat up to kiss her, sucking her moans into his mouth.

When they calmed down, Portia kissed him again. "I'm a horny bitch," she told him, "At least for you. So you'd better be ready to go again after breakfast." 

He grinned. "Well, we'd better eat, then, because I don't know if I can wait that long!" 

She stood up, pulling on the shirt she'd taken off of him the night before and buttoning it. "I'll put some coffee on," she told him, going downstairs to the kitchen. She sang as she cooked, so she didn't hear Connor come in. He stood in the doorway, watching her for a minute, then came up behind her. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her neck. 

She grinned and continued cooking as his hands moved over her, rubbing her tits and moving down to her clit. She flipped a pancake, and he began pulling her shirt up slightly, his knees pushing her legs apart slightly. "What are you doing," she asked, and then gasped, feeling his cock press against her ass. "Oh," she giggled. "I'd better turn the stove off." 

From behind, he guided her toward the kitchen table, which she bent forward over. He slid his cock smoothly into her, fucking her quickly and efficiently, and it was only a matter of moments before he came in her. "I told you I couldn't wait that long," he told her as he pulled out of her soaked cunt. She turned and kissed him. 

"That's ok," she said. "I couldn't either." She returned to the cooking, and he sat down to watch. 

"Go upstairs," she told him. "I'll bring it up." He went back and lay down in her bed to wait for her. A few minutes later she appeared, nude, with a tray of pancakes, butter, chilled syrup, coffee, and fruit. He stood, took the tray from her, and instructed her to lie on the bed. He set the tray beside her, moving the coffee to the nightstand, and sat beside her. 

She lay as if on display, her arms spread out, one knee slightly bent. He took the time to admire her body, and then leaned over to kiss her. He slid a strawberry into her mouth and bent forward to bite off a piece for himself. He grinned, feeling a little ridiculous, as he picked up the syrup. He poured a small amount onto the nipple of her left breast, and the cool liquid made it pucker up quickly. He leaned down and began lapping at the nipple, the syrup somehow sweeter when combined with her skin. She moaned gently, and he sat up again. He placed the various fruits all over her body, drawing a line from fruit to fruit with the syrup. When he'd finished, he began his feast. 

He began at her neck. He nibbled at the piece of papaya he'd balanced there, sucking gently on her flesh, then followed the syrup trail with his tongue to her left shoulder, where there was an orange slice. He ate that quickly and followed the trail back over to her collarbone, where he picked up a bit of apple before moving to her other shoulder. He ate another orange slice and moved on. 

The trail brought him to her opposite breast, where, appropriately, he'd balanced a piece of melon. He took his time, suckling her gently, making sure to lick off all of the sweetness before moving on. Between her breasts rested another slice of papaya which he ate quickly and ran his tongue to the other breast. The piece of melon he'd placed there had fallen off, so he picked it up and popped it into his mouth before lavishing his attention on her nipple. 

When he realized how turned on she was, he slowed down. He finished with the nipple and embarked on the long, swirling journey to her belly button. He took his time, enjoying every second of the sweet, swirling path, finally reaching the final papaya, which he sucked with a quiet pop out of her belly button. 

She laughed gently, running her hands through his hair, knowing that he was now ready to move on to his final destination. He slid his tongue slowly but deliberately to the cherry perched atop her sex, and as he took it in his mouth, his tongue slid between her pussy lips to her clit. 

He held the cherry between his teeth and rubbed it on her clit, sucking it back into his mouth before pushing it, with his tongue, into her cunt. He opened his mouth and let it pop out of her onto his tongue, sucking her juices off of it before eating it. "Since I didn't get to take your cherry, I guess this one will have to do," he told her.

"You were too young to have my cherry," she reminded him.

"Who got it?" he asked.

"Jerry Simons."

"Lucky bastard," he grinned as he buried his face in her cunt. 

He had her moaning again quickly. He fucked her with two fingers, sucking her clit until she came, and continuing after that so that she couldn't come down, building her higher and higher until she came even harder into his mouth. He continued pumping his fingers into her pussy, but moved up to kiss her. "You're a slut," he grinned into her mouth.

"Just for you," she moaned back. "I never really liked sex until now."

"Do you want to do it in the shower," he asked.

"In the shower, in the car, in the living room, in the woods, in the rain..."

He laughed, pulling his fingers out of her and sucking them off. "Come on," he said, leading her to the bathroom. She got in first, washing the stickiness off of her stomach. He stood, watching her rub the soap all over her body, his cock growing harder. "Can I keep that soap?" he asked. She laughed and pulled him into the shower, rubbing the soap onto his chest. His hands went to work, kneading her soapy breasts as he kissed her. He turned her around, pressing her tits lewdly against the sliding glass shower door, and entered her from behind for the second time that day. 

"Damn," he said as he fucked her. 

"What?"

"I never thought this is how I'd spend the morning after prom," he sucked her neck gently, holding her hips as their wet bodies slid together. 

"How'd you think you'd spend it?"

"Hungover," he laughed. He pushed harder up into her, and she moaned. "I love making you moan," he told her, and she moaned louder in response. "I feel like one of those lucky guys in a porno, who gets to fuck the hot chick in every room, in every position. Maybe I should get a video camera." He pounded her pussy relentlessly as he spoke, and she writhed and moaned against him.

"I...already...have...oooohhhh...one..."she panted. Her breath clouded the glass door. 

"Why..." he slammed in to her, "didn't..." again, "you..." and again, "tell..." and again, "me that?" He was so close to cumming, his balls ached. 

"Ohhhh...uh... uh...uh...uh... ohhhh...you... didn't... ohhhhhhhhhhhh... ask...uh...ohhh," her legs were starting to give as he continued his pussy pounding. Finally, he began spurting, and he pulled back to jack himself onto her ass. She stood, still half-bent over, catching her breath, and he leaned over to pinch her nipples. 

"Mmmmm..." she groaned, standing and turning to kiss him. "Little brother," she said, "You're a great fuck."

He laughed into her mouth. "What would your dad say if he heard that?" 

Her face grew serious as she said, "This is none of his business."

He nodded. "I agree. This is between you and me."

She giggled. "So is this," she said, taking his already hardening cock in her hand and jacking it a couple of times. "Don't you ever get tired?"

"Just the thought of fucking you makes me hard," he told her. "Now that I actually get to do it, I've got to make up for lost time. Now about that video camera..."


Portia



***

The doorbell was ringing. Portia moaned, snuggling closer to her naked stepbrother. "Don't go," she begged, running her hand over his ass. 

He stood up, pulling his boxers on. "I should get it. It might be a neighbor, and if we don't say hello, they'll think something's wrong...and then they'd call mom, and they'd come home...and there goes the weekend."

"You're right," she told him. "But hurry back. I'm waiting for you."

He stared at her for a moment before running out of the room and down the steps. She heard him open the door, and heard an angry conversation, but she couldn't tell what was going on. She rolled over onto her stomach, grabbed a book from his nightstand and flipped through it. 

She heard footsteps running up the steps, and then heard Kara's voice yelling, "Who do you have in there? Is it Trista? I'll kill her," and Connor yelling back, "It's none of your business, just get out, bitch!" The door flew open, and Kara gasped when she saw Portia naked in his bed. "Your sister?" she screamed. "That is so disgusting. You are a sick bastard!"

Portia stood up and walked toward the younger girl. "We aren't related by blood," she explained. 

Kara slapped her. "Stay out of this, you slut!" 

Connor grabbed on to Kara. "Now you know, so get out. I want you to know," he guided her toward the steps, "That I only went out with you to get over Portia. You're a stupid slut bitch, and I don't want you coming here again." He finally got her to the front door. "Goodbye, Kara." 

He closed it and locked it behind her, then ran back up to his room. Portia wasn't there. 

"Portia, baby, where are you?" he called.

"In here," she replied from her room. "Come on."

He crossed the hall to her room, where she was bent over in her closet looking for something. 

"What are you doing?" he asked. 

"Looking for my camera," she replied. "Here it is. I think I have a tripod somewhere. Do you see it?" He rummaged around in the closet, pulling the tripod out and handing it to her. 

"Thanks, baby," she said, kissing him. He watched as she set the tripod up, attaching the camera, and pointing it toward the bed. 

"Perfect," she said. "Are you ready?" She looked down at his cock. "Well, obviously you're ready, but you know what I mean. Now. How do you want to do this?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...do you want to act out a scenario...or just fuck? I can put on some clothes for you to take off, or we can just get down now."

"Oh, wow...I don't know...what do you think?"

She pushed him toward the door. "Come back in five minutes," she told him, "And wear a suit." 

She saluted, closing her door. He scrambled back to his room, contemplated reusing the suit she'd taken off of him the night before, but deciding to go with his black one instead. He knocked softly on her door. 

"Wait just one minute," she called. After a moment, she said, "OK, come in."

He pushed the door open, and there, on the bed, was Portia. She wore tall black high-heels, black fishnet stockings, the tiniest black leather mini skirt he'd ever seen, a black leather bra-top, and chin-length bleach blonde hair. It took him a moment to realize that it wasn't her real hair, but that she wore a wig. She'd put heavy makeup on, complete with a false beauty mark above her lip. "Come here, baby," she said, standing up. "You're late. Did your wife keep you?"

"My w---," he began, realizing that the camera was on them. "Yes, the bitch. I couldn't wait to get here, but she..."

"Who cares about her," she cut him off. "You're here now. Won't you join me on the bed?" She pulled him by the tie to the bed, pushing him down onto it, and then straddling his stomach.

"Let's get this off of you," she pouted. "I need to see some skin." She pulled his tie off, unbuttoned his shirt, and then moved back so that he could pull it and the jacket off. 

"Now," she said, standing above him. "Unzip my skirt." He did, and then pulled the skirt down her legs. He gasped, staring at the sight in front of him as she stepped out of the skirt. Her stockings were thigh-highs, held in place by a garter belt, which she wore without panties. 

"It's ok, baby," she cooed. "You can touch." 

He leaned forward, taking her clit in his mouth as he ran his hands up and down her legs. After a few moments, she knelt, straddling his legs. She kissed him, and then pouted for the benefit of the camera. "My titties need love, too," she told him, and he quickly removed her top and began giving them the love they deserved. 

"Oh, yes, baby," she cooed, rubbing his neck. "Suck on my titties. Oh, yes, I feel your big, hard cock pushing against my pussy. Is your cock hungry? Does it need some love?" She rubbed her dripping pussy against his cock, which strained against the material of his pants. 

He grunted a response and she pulled away, standing on the ground. "Stand up, baby," she told him, and he did. She knelt in front of the camera and undid his pants, pushing them and his boxers quickly down to his ankles. His cock popped out at her, and she made little cooing sounds as she slid it into her mouth. Her eyes drifted lewdly up at him as she sucked him off, using her hand as an extension of her mouth. 

"Oh, yes," he moaned. "My good little girl is going to suck up every drop, aren't you?" She tickled his balls and increased the pressure on his cock, jacking him faster with her mouth and hand. "I'm cumming," he moaned, shooting his load into her mouth. 

"Mmmmmm," she moaned as he finished. She stood up and walked back to the bed. She lay down on her back and spread her legs, rubbing her clit with her middle finger. 

"My pussy's awfully lonely," she told him, and he began walking toward her. Realizing that his pants were still around his ankles, he quickly pulled his shoes and socks off and stepped out of his clothes. He was already hard by the time he lay on top of her. He kissed her, waiting for further instructions. 

She wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into his ass. "Oh, yes, baby, fuck your little slut's pussy." He slid into her quickly and began eagerly slamming his hips down against her. 

"Fuck...oh yeah, baby. Fuck me...fuck me harder. Pound my pussy. Bury your cock in my wet little pussy. Isn't it tight, baby? My tight, wet pussy loves to be fucked by your big, hard cock. Ohhhhh, yesss..." she moaned. 

"That's right, my little slut," he answered as he fucked her. "Take my cock. You love it, don't you?

"Oh, yes...I love your cock."

"Where do you love it?

"Deep and hard in my cunt."

"That's right, slut." He pulled back, rising to his knees. He unwrapped her legs, pushing them high above her head and leaning down on them as he slammed into her again. They rocked together, the bed's squeaking making it somehow more obscene, and her crying out, "Fuck me harder, yes, baby, now, fuck my pussy fuck my pussy fuck me!" 

When he started cumming, she yelled, "COME ON MY TITTIES! COME ON MY TITTIES!" 

So he did. He pulled out and jacked himself off, spraying her tits with his cum as she rubbed it all over herself. When he'd finished, she sat up, kissed him, and told him, "You can leave my money on the nightstand," and got up and walked toward the bathroom, which was behind the camera. Once she got passed the camera, she pressed the button to stop recording. "Wasn't that fun?" she asked him and he stood up, walked over, and kissed her. 

"Will I ever get enough of you?" he asked, feeling his cock twitch against her. 

"I hope not," she laughed, and he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him, and he reached down to position his cock. He slid her onto it, and then walked to the bed, laying back on it.HHe pulled her forward onto his chest, then pushed her legs together tight. Her pussy squeezed even more tightly around his cock, forcing it to grow harder. 

He put his hands on her hips and began pushing her body back and forth on top of him, her cunt sucking firmly on his cock, her clit constantly grating against him. She moaned, involuntarily bucking her hips against him, which forced her legs apart. He pushed them back together quickly, arching his hips up against her as he pushed her body down at his cock. 

He felt her cumming, her cunt spasming against his cock, and allowed her to spread her legs and begin riding him. Still he forced her hips down with his hands, ever harder as she rotated her hips in circular motions. She moaned and rubbed her tits, which turned him on even more, and he increased his pace. 

She now grunted with every pump of his hips. She bit her lip, throwing her head back and growling deep in her throat as she came again, this time taking him with her, and he shot up into her. He pounded up into her several more times before he'd finished, and then she collapsed forward onto his chest, panting. He stroked her hair as she lay on him.

She turned her face to kiss him. "I love you so much," she whispered. "But how can we keep this up?"

"I'm going to your school next year," he told her. "We just have to convince mom and Liam to get us an apartment together..."

"I'll tell them that I'll be able to keep an eye on you," she laughed. "And I will."

"I hope that's not all you'll keep on me," he murmured. 

"What else would you like on you?"

"You." 

"Well, I wouldn't worry about that. If I were you, I'd be more concerned about how you're going to get enough sleep, living with me."

"Worry about yourself," he laughed, kissing her.



Portia's Birthday Gift



When me and my Portia weren't staying in the USA or some other country we lived in Russia, at the Kremlin. Our presence was always requested at any important party, ball, or gala. At that time there where like 16 to 26 different girls of the age of walking to being in their early twenties who's parentage-hereditary were of 'the bloodline' and basically lived, played, and grew up running around the 'palace'. They always thought of me as a giant teddy bear that was there for their amusement only. If I was on business I'd have to keep my presence very discreet or I'd be stuck with twenty some odd very mad and or disappointed girls to have to make up to. Anyways they simply adored Portia's dresses. One of the deals I made with them was that they can have all her old dresses they were the talk of every girl in Russia; at the time it was like half a warehouse full of perfectly good velvet dresses except that each one would have a 'ruining cum stain' on it in varying places. 

It was funny to me; they 'started' their own clothing lines out of her old wardrobe. To keep my 'princesses' happy and in business I was told by 'one of my more demanding princesses' that I had to buy Portia three dresses at a time to pick from because the warehouse was empty and they weren't able to keep up with the demand for the precious products they had to supply to their little friends in and around Russia. It was the newest and biggest fad of the time. Finally I decided to start buying the fabric for them; it was easier on Portia because she was always afraid to hurt the feelings of the other two dress makers from which ever one she chose. We always had a good time though in those days. I was always afraid to ask the 'girls' where all their (, it was explained to me one day how come I didn't get any cuts off the top of their 'clothing manufacturing',) profits went. In those days the 'girls' always kept my baby busy and occupied while I was away working.

One fateful day, I got a call from a friend who said there was something that needed my looking into. As it turned out; I found that one of my princesses' friends who used to always hang out with them had somehow managed to get sold into a marriage for some guys gambling debt to one of the European Mafia's. It was a hairy affair to say the least; but after it was all said and done I had things straightened out pretty damn quick. The 19 year old princess whose best friend it was didn't help me any by complicating things worse. After it was all said and done; I had two very scared 19 year olds who didn't know how close to devastating disaster they had come. After that Aunika started to see me in a whole new light. She had a crush on me and it was very apparent. She even started finagling gallery and ball seats out of her parents to be able to sit with me and Portia. She had a rare beauty too; she had all the boys drooling everywhere she went. 

Things went around like that for the next few months; pretty soon it was Aunika's 20'Th birthday. I had already cleared my schedule for a two week period around it, just to be safe so as if any last minute stuff came up I could deal with it quick and not miss her celebration. In less than a year she had 'become one of the most sought after Adults in Russia'; she was just learning about the woes of being wanted too. She and Portia would sit together and talk as they primped together while Portia generally dispelled the various myths and traps of being an Adult. At times I thought she was teaching her how to seduce me which later I found out was true. They had bonded pretty close in that year. It never failed; five days before the big party I had some business to go clear up. It took me three days and no sleep; I wasn't expected back until the day of the ball. I got in at 9pm on the third night before the big day. 

I was surprised to come home to find Portia had gone out on a dinner date; I thought I would surprise her by showing up early. It was funny because I found them both sitting together drinking in 'my corner booth' at a very private exclusive restaurant I frequented. In fact it was the same place I had taken Aunika a month before when she came home one day disgusted about some such nonsense that had happened and decided to find out what was going on: that was when I decided she was definitely trying to seduce me; even if the day's event wasn't on her schedule. I decided it would be fun to sit and watch them both as they were feeling their oats on their girl's night out. As I sat in the only place that is possible to see into the booth and watched them and listened to their conversation I got to get a better feel for their budding relationship. They talked of many things until Portia challenged her about why she always got snippy and acted 'childish' when she would get 'cozy with me' when we were all three together.

It was interesting to say the least; two she-cats ready to claw at each other at the drop of a pin; it made me horny just watching them posture with each other. Eventually they both decided on a truce and each gave in to each others curiosities. Aunika and Portia started talking about her crush on me and Portia about the amazing things I would do to her on her birthday. They had come to a very interesting understanding. My two drunk angels; Portia's present to her was to be me: but only after she had set many ground rules because she wasn't about to 'lose me' to anyone. All that time and I hadn't even noticed; they each had their hands inside of each others mini skirted thighs. Things got even more interesting as Portia downed the rest of her drink and insisted they go back to her place "where they could properly display their different feelings and emotions to each other".

I was in awed to say the least. Before she could get up Aunika had ordered two more drinks and was openly fingering my wife. She took her time too; after two more drinks and Portia's orgasm for a finale; Aunika decided it was time to leave for our house. I hadn't seen these two girls looking so radiant in a long time. Their drive home was pretty uneventful; most just the two bantering about the ball and who was attending and how they had to 'be careful' to make sure her special evening with me wasn't ruined by all the different 'eligible bachelors invitations' who would be there attending. They had all been hounding her a lot lately and she didn't help matters any by running around all year with me and Portia looking like a temptress and goddess. Typical girl behavior for them both, but once they got inside it was on. I was still watching and listening of course. 

Portia didn't waste any time and had her on out bed and rubbing her twat through her panties. She obviously needed the release too her orgasm lasted about five minutes as my baby told my princess how good she was going to be fucked by me for her birthday. I was rock hard. By the time Aunika was finished quivering, moaning, and shaking they were cuddled into each other with Aunika lightly biting Portia's nipples through her shirt. They were so drunk I don't think they could stand up if they tried. Portia was running her hands through her long blond hair as she bounced ideas off of Aunika about how she should fuck and ride me when her special night came. I watched them for almost an hour; it was a beautiful and breathtaking sight to behold as the two drunken goddesses rubbed, licked, and kissed their way out of their clothes. At the end of the hour they had each rubbed each other off and gotten themselves totally naked. They were in no hurry they had two days until I was supposed to be back and everything about the ball had been pretty much arranged already.

Their plan was to play together until the night before my arrival. Hmmmm; I was horny. By this time Portia had Aunika situated perfectly on our bed propped up with her legs spread wide open, her juicy mound just begging and waiting for Portia to devour it. I watched for a couple of minutes as Portia teased and played with her licking and kissing her way down to her thighs. It was at that moment that I decided I'd surprise them both. I went downstairs and across the yard to get to the back of our quarter and slipped in silently. I didn't have to worry too much; but I am a silent mover anyways. When I finally slipped into the bed room door; they didn't even hear the soft click of the lock when it opened or closed. By this time Aunika was almost screaming as her orgasm was nearing. My wife was defiantly preoccupied with the girl. Aunika's eyes opened and focused on me standing there watching and rubbing my crotch for just barely an instant as her orgasm started to shudder through her. Portia moved her hand to her rub her clit as she made way to kiss and lick my little princess into oblivion. 

As she was coming down from cloud nine Aunika was incoherently mumbling my name as her pleasure clouded mind misconstrued her thoughts. Portia was giddy and started teasing her about what a slut for my cock she was about to become because there was none better than me. She just started going on and on whispering to her shuddering protégé about the way I was going to make her feel when I got back; all the while relentlessly rubbing her pussy lips and clit. By that time I had my cock out; I think Portia thought Aunika was hallucinating as the thoughts in her drunken pleasure clouded mind tried to communicate to Portia that I was standing behind them with my dick out of my pants as I slowly stroked it. Right about the time she got her wits about her enough to tell my wife I was standing behind her I 'gave Aunika a shush sign' and grabbed my dick and pointed to my wife's lewdly spread legs and then motioned for her to push her head back down into her pussy so that I would have better access to her up turned ass.

Aunika's eyes went wide and the second she started another orgasm again she pushed Portia's head back down to her pussy. This time she didn't shut her eyes and I lined up on my wife's tight wet cunt and slipped my dick into her slowly but surely. Aunika was giggling as Portia started to moan my name and tell Aunika's pussy about how she is so horny that she could practically feel my cock penetrating her already. At that point Aunika busted out laughing; my dick was half buried in my wife's cunt and she thought she had some sort of telepathic link that made her feel my cock like that inside of her. Then she saw me in the reflection of those big brown and greenish eyes of my Aunika and instantly it registered why she was laughing so hard. My Portia was so angry she shoved her ass back against me, burying my dick inside of her. We both started cumming as Aunika sat there laughing and playing with herself. My wife's embarrassment and angriness really sent her over the edge; I came inside of her twice as I held her shuddering body against my still hard dick for ten minutes straight as Aunika was still laughing at her while she played with herself one handed and jiggled and teased Portia's breast with her other; Portia went delirious on us. Eventually she passed out and I fell right on top of her dick still deep inside of her cum filled pussy. 

I ate Aunika's pussy through three orgasms or about 45 minutes with my dick still buried in my passed out wife till Portia woke up mumbling to me about the most sexiest dream she had ever had about me, her, and Aunika. At that me and Aunika both started laughing again. By the time we had finished laughing my befuddled wife's hips were bucking against me which took her back another few moments as she wondered why we were laughing and then it hit her and she started to cum again when she realized that I was there with them and that it has all really happening. The two girls spent the next hour getting my clothes off of me as Portia started to show Aunika how to work my cock 'properly' as she lapped at Portia's cum filled pussy. Hmmm; it was going to be one hell of a birthday celebration.

*REM*



Portia's Gift



Prologue: 

How is it I've come to inhabit this surprising life? I suppose that most men my age find themselves asking this kind of question from time to time. But somehow I suspect that most forty-year-old men aren't asking it for the same reason I am. Ok, that's completely disingenuous; I know for a cold, hard fact that I'm pretty much alone as far as this circumstance is concerned. Except for a few fringe-hanging Mormons, there ain't nobody walking even a hundred yards in my shoes, let alone a mile.

The weird thing is, this story isn't about me and my four decades of breathing. Oh, I'm in it all right, as is the rest of the family, but this is really about Portia. It's about her because if it weren't for Portia, I wouldn't be sitting out at my office computer at three o'clock in the bloody morning unable to sleep! But lest you think that I'm angry with Portia or blaming her, let me say emphatically that I'm not. This problem is all mine. Portia is completely innocent in the way that only a soon-to-be four-year-old girl with blond pigtails and freckles can be.

All she did was to tell the truth, as she knew it. It's just that this particular truth has really turned our family's world upside down and inside out. And if you knew our family, you would think that that was some trick because even before Portia's little revelation, we were already skating the fine line between propriety and indecency.

And that's the thing keeping me up these last seven nights: I want to shout from our barn roof this thing Portia has imparted to us; this magnificent and somewhat terrifying gift of knowledge. But to do so, I'm going to have to tell you about our family. And that's something I don't even want to whisper about. 

Not only will it likely cause embarrassment to my extended family (who've already suffered enough humiliation), I may be liable for arrest if the county prosecutor ever reads this. Not that he'd be the first to try… We've weathered all sorts of legal actions as a consequence of what some people have called our "perverted lifestyle". Only time will tell whose "perversions" stink worse. As far as I'm concerned, there isn't another family in this state more loving than ours. I know, I know… I'm biased. But it doesn't mean that it's not true. And after what Portia told us, I'm inclined to believe that even God would agree with me.

The one thing I can't get around is that I'm going to have to talk about my sex life. There's just no way to tell this story without talking about it. But, it's not just my sex life under the spotlight as it were. There are my six loves to consider, too. You must understand that this is something we just don't do. We are private people. We've had to be for the last twenty-some years. As much as there is to tell, we just aren't a 'kiss and tell' type of family unlike so many out there in cyberspace. I also worry that some of you will think that I've got to be bragging or that this story is just a big, fat lie. It would be a great loss for Portia's gift to get lost in your doubt.

Frankly, there's no way for me to control what you think or believe. But I'm, or should I say, we are willing to risk just about any amount of ridicule or doubt or whatever in order to tell Portia's story to you. And no matter how many ways I play it out in my head, I can't tell you her story without putting it into the context of our story. So, what follows is our story, for good or ill. My name is Peter Jones, by the way. I'm Portia's momentarily overwhelmed father. For the most part, the narration will be mine. I'll let you know when someone else has been given the reins.

Chapter One: Tiles and Threads

Every human life is a mosaic or tapestry comprised of uncounted thousands of decisions and events. Take away even one tile, pull out just one thread, and you cannot but change the outcome. My life is no different, but there was one strand that stands out as being important, and when that thread was removed, it really changed everything. My father died in a car accident when I was ten and my sister Vivian was nine. Our mother, Dorothy, was devastated. How could she not be? He had meant the world to her.

I know that our mother blames herself for what happened between Vivian and me. Mom withdrew emotionally from us at a time when children are at their most vulnerable. On top of that, our extended family was almost non-existent. It was only natural that Viv and I would gravitate to each other. Before dad died we were already especially close emotionally even for siblings. 

After his death, we became each other's security blanket. We were playmates during the day and bedmates every night from then on. Mom tried to put a stop to it after we'd been doing it for three years (she was so self-absorbed by her grief that it took her that long just to notice!). But by then, it was too late. The pattern was established and her attempts to change it only brought more chaos into her life. Eventually, she gave in to the reality Vivian and I had created, but not before telling us never to reveal this odd little intimacy to anyone. Needless to say, Vivian and I never had sleepovers at our house.

As I think back on it now, the next most important strand in my life's tapestry has to be the conjunction of two events at the beginning of my sophomore year in high school. It was then – when I turned sixteen – Vivian got to completely skip her freshman year and join my class. It was also the year we both discovered the swim team.

Vivian and I had always enjoyed swimming. Dad had had an in-ground pool built in our backyard when I was seven. It wasn't Olympic-sized, but it had a dive board and a slide, and you could do laps if you wanted to. Mostly, though, Vivian and I would just horse around in it; usually just the two of us, sometimes with a few friends.

During the summer after my freshman year, I began to pal around with a guy who was on the team. It was Derrick who suggested that I try out for the boys' varsity over the summer. When Vivian got wind of that (it took all of about an hour), she just had to try out for the girls' team. Needless to say, we both made our respective teams. Vivian, as it turned out, was good at the butterfly and backstrokes. I was stronger in the relays and in diving. By the time we were seniors, we both made the all-state team and had received scholarships to a certain Big Ten university with a very good swimming program. (I'm not going to tell you which one, because if I do, certain people's NCAA and school records might be compromised.)

It was when Vivian and I went off to university together that the strangeness that was our lives began to really take shape. As I said, Vivian and I were one another's security blankets. It's an apt analogy because we quite literally wrapped ourselves around each other, especially at times of moderate to heavy stress. At the university, we managed to find an apartment to rent together. It was a good financial arrangement for our mother and it enabled us to continue to sleep in the same bed even though the place had two bedrooms. (We had to keep up appearances, you know.)

As nineteen and eighteen year-old adults, respectively, I and my sister were both naïve when it came to things sexual. I know that's not an excuse. We were, after all, smart enough to graduate high school. We had friends who talked about their sexual escapades. Vivian and I even double-dated on occasion. It's just that when it came to sexual intimacy, we were – by choice – completely inexperienced with our peers. On the other hand, we had a great deal of experience with each other.

In the beginning, though, we didn't think of it as sex, per se. For us, it was just the way we chose to be with each other. You see, when our friends talked about sex, it was all about the pleasure they were getting. But for me and Vivian, it was always – and it still is – about the giving! Sex – fucking, as our friends called it – seemed so selfish to us. So selfish and dare I say, childish. For a time, we wondered if our friends were 'doing it' wrong of if we were. Of course, we never breathed a word of our intimacy to them. From their perspectives we were two hopeless and unrepentant virgins, and, considering how dysfunctional their sex lives were, we were quite happy to let that impression stand.

As collegiate freshmen, we continued to do for each other what had started about five years previous. It was a routine from which we did not deviate. It was a routine that usually began with a sharp razor and lots of shave cream. And it was all because of the swimming.

One thing you should know about swimmers: we hate all body hair. Vivian and I were both fanatics when it came to smooth skin. Along with armpits and legs, we would also shave or wax our arms, my chest and back and, most especially, our groins. Vivian would shave (never wax) mine and I would reciprocate. Throughout our collegiate years, the early morning was one of my most favorite times of the day because I got to shave my sister's pussy completely bald. I usually did this about every second or third day because daily shaving tended to irritate her skin too much.

After exiting her shower, Vivian would walk naked into our bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed. How can I possibly describe her beauty to you? Aphrodite rising from the sea? Close, but I've seen Titian's version of the fair maiden and she ain't got nuttin' on my sister! Vivian stands about 5' 9" in her all-together, slimmer in the hips than most women, and sports what I would call an ideal female physique. Simply put: she has an athletic body. If you've ever watched the women swimmers at the Summer Olympic Games, you already know what I mean.

Usually she would be drying her short hair with a towel while I would gently spread her legs and apply a warm, wet washcloth to her pubic area. After about a minute, I would remove the washcloth and do a close visual inspection for any follicles with ingrown hairs or other areas that I would need to avoid nicking with the razor. I would then apply another warm washcloth to her anal area in preparation for shaving there as well.

Vivian's inner vulva are petite, but her labia majora are quite meaty. Her clit also is very thick and becomes prominent, rising away from its hood, when she's aroused. And she always gets aroused when I shave her pussy. Often Vivian would get herself primed in the shower so that by the time I began to shave her, her pussy was well on its way to opening up like a flower greeting the morning sun. By the time I had cleaned her pubic mound of hair, her distended pussy would be a deep crimson as blood completely filled the area.

I would then turn my attention to her anus by having Vivian turn onto her side and lift a leg onto my shoulder. Very carefully, I would insert the middle finger of my left hand into her rosebud and rotate it around until she began to relax. Then with my index finger and thumb of that same hand, I would spread her perineum area, apply some shave cream and carefully remove the stubble.

After cleaning off my left hand, I would finally apply the cream to her vulva and very slowly and carefully finish shaving her. As Vivian always knew, this was never the end of the job. After removing the offending hair, I would reapply the warm washcloth for about a minute. This was followed by my equally warm and wet tongue.

When we were younger, oral sex was something I found I could do for Vivian to calm her down when she was upset. Instead of being adolescents discovering the joy of masturbation, we had, quite by accident, found out about giving head. It was only natural to continue the practice once we began to shave off each other's pubic hair. By the time we reached college, I had developed and refined my technique into an art form designed to prolong the sensory experience for my sister.

(Note: If you are offended by stories involving incest, by all means, please stop reading this story. Furthermore, if you're looking for me or my sister to apologize for our relationship or discuss the morality of incestuous intimacy, then you will be greatly disappointed. I mean, really, after twenty-five years together and four quite healthy children with one more due in a week, what would be the point?)

I would usually begin with about ten minutes of very light, very slow kisses randomly placed around and on her pussy. At the same time, the fingers on my right hand were busy worming their way into her molten core. Vivian is quite free-flowing with her vaginal juices. They are the consistency of peach nectar with a slight hint of honey mixed with an almost bitter almond flavor. This I due to her all-natural diet.

As I would be doing this, Vivian would be reclined on the bed with her hands mauling her very perky b-cup breasts. She especially enjoys her nipples being pulled. They are about a half-inch in length when she is aroused. Back in college, her areola were not as dark as they are today, nor were they as large. This is, of course, attributable to the five pregnancies she's had; as is the fact that she's now a c-cup.

If she were showing signs of peeking too soon, I would back off my ministrations to a very gentle fingertip massage of her pubic mound. By this stage, Vivian would usually be reduced to a moaning, squirming mass of female flesh. She would repeatedly thrust her pussy up in the air in an attempt to find my tongue and lips. Because I love my sister, I would never let her suffer too long.

Now with a firm grip on her hips – my arms wrapped around her upper legs and my fingers helping to spread open her pussy – I would began my final assault on her sweet treasure by slowly lapping at her from bottom to top. My goal at this point was to stimulate every nerve ending in and around her vulva; to give each separate bundle its own individual attention as it were. I always knew I was on the right track when I saw the sweat begin to rise from the pores on her abdomen or pool in the small indentation between her breasts. This was the unmistakable sign that she had passed the point of resisting my oral massage and had begun to give herself over to the sensations cascading through her cerebral cortex.

Every so often, a small pool of her secretions would collect at the bottom of her vaginal opening. This was my cue to open her up as much as possible and to noisily suck the liquid into my mouth. Vivian's reaction to the vibrations caused by this technique always tested the limits of my upper body strength; such was the violence of her hip thrusts.

In between these sessions would be quick jabs into her sugar walls with my four-inch tongue, followed by battering her clit while lightly biting the hood. And to finally bring her to climax, I would insert three fingers into her pussy to massage her G-spot. Elapsed time for this procedure: never less than thirty minutes.

At this point, Vivian usually was pushing my head away from her groin as the sensations were now becoming painful. My sister is not a screamer when she cums. It's a technique she had to adopt to keep from needlessly upsetting our mother. Instead, she draws a deep breath and holds it as her alabaster chest begins to flush and this spreads up to her neck and cheeks. Sometimes she squirts out a small amount of very musky vaginal fluid. Ambrosia! Usually I've captured this before detaching my lips from hers. For the next minute, Vivian vibrates. I used to worry that she was having a seizure, but she assures me that her orgasms are merely reverberating through her body like a harmonic chord plucked on guitar strings.

Vivian always needed time to recover from one of my shaving treatments, so I took the opportunity to shower and shave as much of myself as I was allowed to touch. By the time I got dried off, it was off to the natatorium (that's the 'swimming facility' for all you non-competitive swimmer types) for our morning workout before classes.

By now, some of you might be wondering, "Peter, when did you get to experience your shaving treatment?" Ahhh, yes, believe me when I say that this was the other highlight of my day, and I got to think about it all day, too! It came in the evening, in between finishing our homework and going to sleep.

I look back on those days and have to laugh a little. The procedure always began when Vivian got done with her homework. She didn't give a rat's ass if I was finished or not! She never asked my permission to begin, she just slammed shut whatever book she was reading and that was my signal that the games were on. Wherever I was (unless I was finishing up on the toilet), Vivian would guide me over to our bed and quickly strip me naked. Occasionally, she would run her palms over my pectorals and my six-pack. Usually, though, she would just poke her well-manicured index fingers into my chest and force me to sit down.

And there I would sit while Vivian went through her preparations: bowl of warm water, washcloth, straightedge razor and shave cream along with some all-natural aftershave. These were my sister's tools. Of course, Vivian also used her hands and mouth, but only after…

I can't describe what it looks like to have my sister shave my groin to where my skin became as smooth as a baby's butt. Why, you ask? Because Vivian has never let me look, that's why! And neither was I allowed to speak let alone offer any advice. "Shut up and enjoy!" Vivian would tell me. And, brother, would I!

However, I can tell you what it feels like. Vivian takes what must be a small amount of shave cream and applies it to an equally small area of stubble. She pulls taut the skin and slowly strips away the cream and hair like someone removing an apple peel without taking any of the white fruit beneath the surface. She does this all around my cock and then proceeds to bring me to a very hard erection so that she can shave the lower portion of my shaft. I have this thing about my anus, so I've never let her shave that area.

All this time, Vivian would be carrying on a conversation with my dick. I think this is the real reason why she wanted me to keep quiet; she didn't want to be interrupted as she spoke to her lover. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought she was trying to make me jealous. But I did know better! My sister may have been speaking to my cock, but the words are meant for my ears and my heart.

She would say something like: 

"What a nice, big cock you are! So long and so thick, and such large balls, too! Do you want to shoot your warm, creamy seed into my pussy tonight, big boy? Yeah? Oh, you are the nasty one, aren't you… trying to get me pregnant. Well, I checked my temperature earlier today, and guess what! I'm ovulating right now! You know what that means, lover. You can come in and go out as much as you want, but you can't leave anything behind. I can't afford to let you make me fat. Not yet, anyway."

And so, after quickly removing my stubble, Vivian would apply aftershave on my pubic mound, strip off her own clothes, climb onto me straddling my waist and proceed to slowly lower her soaking wet pussy onto my eight-inch rod. At this point, Vivian would lean over and embrace me with her arms and her mouth. And we would proceed to make the sweetest love that any two people on the face of this planet have ever made. And just to show her that I had indeed been listening, whenever Vivian was ovulating, I would always hold off and allow her to take my load orally.

By this time in our lives, we had been adults for little more than a year in Vivian's case and eighteen months in mine. But we had been repeating this scenario for well over five years. Now, here's the really odd thing: I've never thought of Vivian as my sister. Oh, I've called her that, but I've treated her like she was my wife. What's odd is that this always made perfect sense to me. I love Vivian as only a real man can love any woman: completely to the point of self-sacrificially. I always have. She was and still is my best friend. She's my soul mate, my lover, and my wife. She's the best mother a man could wish for his children. And never – not even once – have I ever felt the least bit guilty for how I love Vivian or how she loves me in return. Our love is what it is. It took our mother ten years to finally understand this. If you can't understand it, well you should have stopped reading five minutes ago!




Portia's Gift



Anyway, getting back to our story… That's how it was our first semester at university. Not that we were 'sex fiends' or even mildly obsessive about our intimacy. Quite the contrary, we were there to learn and to swim; well, maybe not in that order. The point is, we were focused on our respective academic goals: for Vivian, architectural design, and engineering and journalism for me. We also understood the value of maintaining high academic standards in light of our scholarship requirements. Unlike a lot of students who seemed to be majoring in getting drunk or finding their next hook-up, Vivian and I didn't have (or want) much of a social life. Of course, we didn't need much of a social life since we had one another.

We also had, as anyone who's ever played a team sport will tell you, our teammates. Some people find it hard to conceptualize swimming as a team sport. While it's true that as a swimmer or a diver you often perform as an individual, swim meets are won or lost on team effort. And that means getting to know everyone's strengths and weaknesses. It means trust and honesty and friendship. So even though as freshmen we were near the bottom of the pecking order, Vivian and I made our share of friends.

And it's at this point where the next very important tile in my life's mosaic was set. It turned out that while I had excellent working relationships with my male teammates, and enjoyed being around a few of the guys outside of swimming, I really liked being around Vivian and her friends from the women's team. In a way, I guess it was inevitable. For the last ten years, my best friend had been a girl. I simply found it much easier to relate to women than to men.

Frankly, most of the men I met at university were assholes who wouldn't know how to really love and care for women if you spelled it out for them in crayon! They were either in self-destruct mode or fixated on their future careers. Maybe because I'd been in a loving relationship for the last decade, I could see at age nineteen that what a person did in life was no more than a means to an end… a tool to provide a stable place for love to flourish and grow. I also knew from my father's demise that life should never be taken for granted.

Because of that outlook, my attitudes about women were very different than most guys. And thanks to years of practicing with my sister, I knew how to interact with girls without becoming distracted by their bodies. (That I was on the receiving end of so much sexual satisfaction also helped.) All in all, it added up to me getting accepted into their little clique as "just one of the girls" as Miranda said once. The phrase stuck immediately, but I didn't care. Suddenly, instead of having one sister, I had six slim, athletic and beautiful sisters around me at all hours of the day. And, yeah, I did notice their tight bodies. I just wasn't distracted.

That's another thing about swimmers you should know: we are heavily into our bodies. Most athletes are, but swimmers, like dancers, are unusually carnal. Not carnal in the lust sense, although that's sometimes the case, but in a more general sense. I guess what I really mean is that swimmers notice and appreciate things about a person's body in the same way that a lover of sports cars might notice and appreciate something about a Ferrari or a Pontiac GTO.

More because I was a fellow swimmer than I was "one of the girls", I could go up to any one of my female teammates and touch her on the leg or the back and comment about a tight muscle or a way to improve a particular technique. Far from being anything sexual, it was a very clinical gesture and was accepted in that vein. During that first year, it got to the point where I could be the giver or receiver of muscle rubs from any of the girls. From my point-of-view, anyway, such an act was never a prelude to sex. It was, however, an act of deep friendship. Miranda, however, wanted to be more than friends…

I remember like it was yesterday the time Vivian began talking with me about a conversation she had with Miranda earlier that day. We had just returned to campus from our Christmas break and were trying to settle back into our school routine. I noticed that Vivian was unusually quiet during our evening meal but hadn't a clue why.

"Miranda has the hots for you, Peter", Vivian said in the same way another person might note that tomorrow's weather called for rain.

"How do you know, Viv?"

"She asked me today if you were gay." 

Well, at hearing that I just about swallowed my tongue instead of the last bite of my salad! After about ten seconds of me staring at my sister, I finally rediscovered my voice.

"My God, Viv, what did you tell her?"

"I said that I doubted you were considering that you had been 'plowing my field' for the last five years." 

Sometimes I have a difficult time telling if my sister is pulling my leg or not. The blood must have drained away from my face because Vivian suddenly broke into a wide grin, tossed down her book, hopped up onto her feet and plopped herself down on my lap.

"Relax, stud, I was just joking. What I really told her was that back home I had heard you were a gentle lover who always treated his girlfriend with the utmost respect."

"Who told you that!?"

"Mom," Vivian said with a calm, sure voice. 

As I again looked at her with incredulity, I somehow knew that this time she was telling the truth.

"When…" I barely got out…

"Last August, right before we left for college. She pulled me aside and told me that she knew all about our lovemaking – that she had in fact known about it for years. I asked her why she never demanded that we stop and she told me she had stumbled into one of our sessions and was completely overwhelmed by the beauty of how we loved one another… She also said that it reminded her of how she and dad used to make love. Then she went on to say those nice things about you. The only worry she had was about me getting pregnant, you know, my being allergic to the pill… she wanted to know if we were using condoms."

"Did you tell her the truth, Viv?"

"What I told her was that you have excellent control of your ejaculations – which is the truth – and that I had been keeping very close track of my cycle since I was fifteen – which is also the truth." 

I rolled my eyes and groaned in realization of what I was hearing. Now my mom's cold and somewhat brusque attitude toward me over Christmas made perfect sense.

"What I didn't tell her, " Vivian went on to say, "was that I love to feel you blast my cervix with your thick, warm sperm – which is the most important truth!" (At this she giggled and began to rub my thickening cock through my sweatpants.)

If you haven't already guessed it by now, my sister can be a tease. Not in the modern, blue-balls, sadistic sense, but a tease in the classic, prime your pump, "Lookie at what you're about to get, baby!" sense of that word. She uses teasing as foreplay rather than as a disingenuous ploy to avoid dealing with her own intimate desires. Vivian's verbal, sexual gymnastics came from a deep well of honest love for me. And believe me when I say that I wasn't blind to the great gift that this represented. I knew guys who were victims of the other kind of teasing designed to control, disrespect and, ultimately, castrate a man. I saw their situations and I knew what I had in Vivian: authentic love. I guess that's why I wasn't at all surprised when she abruptly shifted gears and got right to the truth of this situation.

"Peter, sweetheart," Vivian continued, "Miranda's gonna be here in about fifteen minutes to seduce you and get you to, 'fuck her to the moon', as I think she put it." 

I could see the moisture begin to collect on Vivian's lower eyelids: not tears of sadness, but of fear. In fact, both of us had feared this day, knew it would come eventually: the day when one of our friends would confide in us, telling us just how sexually attracted they were to our sibling. None of my high school buddies ever tried it with me because they all knew I would have beaten the shit out of them if they had. But now we were collegians with a whole new crop of friends; friends like Miranda Lewis who was much bolder than any of Vivian's girlfriends back home. As her tears began to descend, and as I wiped them away with my thumbs, all I could think of was Vivian's most important truth between us: she loved for my sperm to be in her vagina. It epitomized exactly what we were to each other: husband and wife.

"Well, Viv, she's going to be greatly disappointed!" 

Vivian smiled at me in the most loving way I think she had ever achieved up to that time, and then dropped her bombshell…

"No, she's not, Peter," Vivian said as she stared into my shocked face. "You are going to make love to Miranda the same way you make love to me. You're going to do this because she already suspects that there's something going on between us." 

Now I could feel the tears begin to form in my own eyes; fear again the motivator. In my own case, it was fear of exposure; fear of arrest and eternal separation from my love. It took me about thirty seconds to translate a coherent thought into actual speech.

"How could she suspect anything, Viv?" I said with alarm, "We're too well-practiced in public. No one else has ever hinted at our living arrangement as being anything but platonic. Miranda's bluffing!"

"No, Peter, she really suspects that we are more than siblings to each other. And I'm afraid that it's my fault that she does."

"What happened?" I said, as she continued to lightly stroke my now limp member.

"In the shower this morning… after practice… we were by ourselves and Miranda asked me how I managed to keep my pussy completely bald. Peter, I'm so sorry. Her question caught me off guard and I didn't even think before I responded. Miranda said it in such a casual way, and we've gotten to be such good friends…"

"You told her I did it for you…" 

Vivian just nodded and closed her eyes as the faucets began to flow in earnest. She hugged me tight and sobbed on my shoulder. I cried, too, and rubbed her back, and then taking her head gently in my hands I brought her back face-to-face.

"It's ok, Viv. I just wish I could have seen the look on Miranda's face at that moment!"

"Yeah," my sister responded with a smile, and now wiping away her own tears, "she was shocked! But, Peter, she was very excited, too. Her nipples got all erect, and I mean like right now! And I could smell her pussy. All that just from the thought that you get to see and handle my privates on a regular basis!"

"Ok, Viv, I can understand why anyone would be shocked. But, how did Miranda go from shocked to suspicious?"

"Well, naturally she asked if I, you know, returned the favor."

Now I looked at my sister as if to say 'No, you didn't!'

"What was I going to say, Peter? 'No, Miranda, Pete doesn't shave his pubes!' She sees you in a Speedo practically every morning, for Christ sake! She knows you shave… and, I don't think she would have believed me if I had lied."

I looked at Vivian and then did the only thing I could: I kissed my sister very passionately on the lips, making sure to use lots of tongue just the way she likes it. When we came up for air, Vivian again returned to her teasing ways.

"She asked me how big your cock was, Pete, and I told her!"

"You told her, huh?"

"Yeah, I told her all about your eight, thick inches," Vivian said as she reached into my sweats and grabbed hold of my manhood, "That's when she asked me if you were gay. I already told you what I said in response. But what I didn't tell you was the look in Miranda's eyes. Peter, it was like she was watching us make love in her mind! For a split second, I thought she was going to ask me straight out if you ever fucked me with it, but then the moment passed like she already knew the answer. So, instead, she asked me – like she needed my permission – she asked if she could come over tonight at eight o'clock and screw you silly."

"What did you say, Viv?"

"What could I say, Peter? 'No, bitch, that's my man you're talking about screwing! Back off!' I stumbled over my words but then said something to the effect that you were going to be home tonight and that I thought you liked her a lot. I think I also told her to go for it…"

"Is that what you really want, Viv?" I asked with great gentleness, "For me to make love to Miranda… for her to 'go for it'… for Miranda to feel my sperm in her pussy?" 

I know what you're thinking… that last bit was really cold of me to say. But I needed to get Vivian focused on the real problem and it wasn't Miranda. It was us – our relationship. I have to give Vivian her chops, though… she easily could have lost it again, but it was almost eight and so she kept herself focused on my question.

"I'm your sister, Peter. What I want in this regard doesn't matter."

"That's just plain bullshit, Viv, and you know it." I said, with mild irritation.

Then I said something that I'd never before told her… 

"You're my wife! Are you telling me that it doesn't matter to you that another woman wants what has been exclusively yours for the last five years?" 

The look on Vivian's face was priceless… like she had suddenly figured out how to use advanced algebraic equations or the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle.

"Your wife? Peter, is that really how you see me?"

"Committed, remember? Yes, of course! And you're about to let your husband commit adultery with one of your friends… with your encouragement, no less! So, I'm asking you again; is that what you really want me to do?"

Vivian let go of my now turgid dick, brought her hand out of my sweats and rose to her feet. She looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time, and I knew that I'd finally gotten through to her.

"No, not really. But if it means that we get to stay together, I'm willing to let Miranda 'borrow your services' as it were. Do you want to fuck her, Peter?"

"Viv, I'd be lying to you if I told you that I wasn't sexually attracted to Miranda. I am. She has a beautiful body and a bright mind. I think of her as a good friend, almost like she's another sister! But…"

"And we both know just how you love your sister, Peter!" Vivian said with a teasing sarcasm.

"Come on, Viv! For cryin' out loud… will you please be serious, here? If what you've told me is true, Miranda will be here any minute!"

"I sorry, Peter. But in my own way I am being serious. If your feelings for Miranda are in any way like your feelings for me, then you should make love to her, and I should let you. Peter, it makes me very happy to know that you see me as your wife. What that tells me is that you have the deepest love and respect for me and for what we have together. And even though we'll never have a wedding or even a marriage certificate, I also know there will never be another man in my life. You are the only husband I'm ever going to have, but maybe you can be someone else's husband, too."

With that, Vivian helped me to my feet and wrapped her arms around me. She leaned in and gave me a long, slow kiss on the lips. When we broke away, we heard Miranda's knock on our apartment door.

"Showtime! I'll get it." Vivian said as she released me from our embrace.

I quickly grabbed my dirty dishes and put them in the sink. I remember being as nervous as a cohort of cats at a police dog convention. Here was the most important person in my life about to open up our apartment door – and our lives! – to a woman and a situation that I didn't think I was ready for. And, by that, I'm not referring to the potential sex with someone new. Miranda was, and still is, the most energetic banana in our crazy bunch. It's not just that she liked living on the edge; she had to let everyone know about it. And she was super-competitive to boot. It's what made her one of the best undergraduate swimmers in the Big Ten in our day. And that's also what made my stomach turn cartwheels.

Twenty years ago, Miranda had the kind body that most college guys lusted after. I was there myself, except that I was constantly satisfying my libido with Vivian. Frankly, my sister was more than enough woman for me; as I was just about to tell her before Miranda's arrival. Now it hit me that at least one girl other than my sister found me desirable. I'd never before been anyone's sex object, except for Vivian's.

To make matters worse (if that were even possible) Miranda was a sophomore. She was twenty; a little more than a year older than me. And I knew from listening in on her conversations with the others girls in our group that she had a lot more sexual experience than I had. Furthermore, Miranda didn't graciously suffer fools. She had a long list of idiot boyfriends and one-night-stands to prove it, too! How the hell was I going to be able to keep from being just another notch on her gym bag strap? I saw only one way to keep my head above water with her, and for a swimmer, that's a constant worry. If in fact we needed to be, Vivian and I were going to have to be completely honest with Miranda. And it would have to begin right now.

"Hi guys!" Miranda chirped as she swung herself through the doorway. 

I'll never forget it. She had a backpack slung over one of her bare shoulders. Miranda was wearing a tie-dyed tank top (definitely no bra), a pair of acid-washed, hip-hugging jeans and no shoes (to this day, she doesn't like wearing footwear). I know, not the usual attire for early January in the Mid-west, but it was unseasonably warm that day. But if the weather was warm, Miranda was hot!

"Did you tell him, Viv?" she said, and then Miranda caught sight of my face. "Never mind, darlin'… I can see Peter's already sweating bullets." She tossed her bag to the floor and did a sexy little side-step over to where I was standing. "What's the matter, champ, nervous in the service?" 

As she said this, Miranda took hold of my prominent erection through my sweatpants. I gasped and almost experienced premature ejaculation.

"What the fuck, Miranda!"

"That's exactly right, Peter. Does this mean you're ready for me?"

I looked over at my sister. She was frozen in place with her hand still holding open the door and her mouth just as open as our apartment. I crinkled my brow and gave my head a quick jerk. Vivian was clueless.

"Viv! Door! Please!"

"Oh, yeah… Sorry."

To this day, I'm not sure what she was apologizing for; for not closing the door or maybe for aiding and abetting the rape of her brother? Only Vivian knows. All I knew was that I had to say something to Miranda.

"Look, Andi," I began, using her nickname, "Vivian told me what you said earlier today." (I swallowed hard, because now was stroking me. Vivian moved over to where she could see what our friend was doing and seemed like she was about to scream.) "I like you a lot, but I'm already in a committed relationship."

"Yeah, I know Pete. Viv told me all about it." 

Finally, and thankfully, my sister decided to join the conversation.

"I did not, Miranda!"

"Yes, you did, sweetie. You just didn't tell me with words."

"What is it you think you know, Miranda?" I asked as I pulled her hand away from my groin.

"You fuck your sister, Peter. And from what I can tell, you do a pretty good job of it, too." 

The look on Miranda's face was one like she was daring me to deny it. The fact was, her statement was easy to deny. So I did. Then I turned around and boldly confirmed all her suspicions.

"Miranda, I have never fucked my sister!" I said, as forcefully as I could manage, "But we have been making love for about five years." 

My gaze back at Miranda was one that dared her to believe me. Thinking back on it, I guess it wasn't much of a dare. 

"Oh my God," Miranda screamed, over and over, "I just knew you were!" 




Portia's Gift



Leaving my side, Miranda ran over to Vivian and, hugging her tight, picked her up in the air and bounced her around like they had just won the lottery. I'm not sure what kind of reaction I expected Miranda to display upon hearing the truth, but that was not one I had imagined.

"Oh my God, you guys are soooo rad! I can't believe it! And here I thought I was hot shit when it came to sex… Viv, are you going to fuck him tonight? Can I watch you guys go at it before I take my turn?"

My and Vivian's heads were spinning by this point. Before that day, the only person who knew the truth about us wanted to crawl under a rock and die whenever she thought about her children in an intimate embrace. Now here was someone treating us like rock stars and asking if she could join the band! Vivian tried to articulate a response, but it was only half-hearted.

"Yeah, Andi, I guess that's ok with me. Pete?"

"Wait a minute, Viv. Hold on. I've got something to say. Miranda, would you and Vivian please sit down on the couch?"

As they did so, I took a deep breath and tried to put my thoughts into some kind of rational order. I don't know if it was exactly the right thing to say, but this is what I said as best as I can remember it:

"Andi, I want very much to make love with you. My sister, for a reason I'm just beginning to understand, seems to have given both of us permission to do so. That's important to me because this thing (pointing to my cock) is hers, not mine! But, Andi, I have a concern that this is just going to be a momentary thrill for you. If we do make love, it's got to be with the same understanding that Viv and I have with each other. If you can't or won't agree to this, then I'm going to say 'no' to this whole, crazy proposition."

"What is it that I have to understand?"

"Five years ago, Miranda," my sister interjected, "Peter and I began to make love only because we agreed to be totally committed to each other for the rest of our lives, no matter the consequences."

For the first time since she had arrived at our place that evening, Miranda began to see the whole truth, not just the kinky parts.

"So, what… You're telling me that you two are somehow married to each other? And this relationship you have; it's more than just about raw sex, it's about really being in love?"

"Bingo! That's it exactly, Miranda!" I said.

"Wow!" Miranda said, with a smile broadening its way across her face, "That is soooo beautiful, guys! You know, I'm not really surprised. My parents have that same kind of calm, committed demeanor in their relationship, so I know what it looks like. I saw it in the two of you, but passed it off as being part of your relationship as brother/sister. Wow! So you guys see yourselves as husband and wife… Damn! And Peter, you're saying that you and I aren't going to make love unless it's committed love. Is that right?"

"You got it, Andi. Can you handle it that way?"

"I'll answer you, Peter, but first I want you to take my place here next to your… wife."

I gave a kind of half laugh and nodded in agreement as I moved around the coffee table to exchange places with her. After I sat down, I guess I expected her to remain standing, but instead, she proceeded to sit on my lap, her crotch firmly planted on my erection, and her arms draped around the back of my neck.

"I know you're worried about my past, Peter. Frankly, until about five minutes ago, I was worried about it, too. I was worried that I was never going to find a real man to love. I've been looking for one for what seems like… I don't know… forever. Vivian, you have no idea how lucky you are!"

"Yes, Andi, I do know," my sister said with total conviction.

"Good, because Peter here is a rare find. I was attracted to you the first time I laid eyes on you. Did you know that, Peter?"

"No."

"I was, but then again I've always appreciated a man with a good physique. It's one of the reasons I became a swimmer! But, as you know, a lot of the male swimmers at our school are gay narcissists." 

To this, I raised my eyebrows.

"Well, if they're not one, they're the other!"

"That's true enough, I suppose," I said with a smirk, mentally counting how many of my teammates fit her characterization.

"But you, Peter, are neither; as I surmised after about five weeks into the school year. Do you know how I figured that out?"

"How?"

"I saw that you respected your sister. It wasn't that fake stuff that so many guys are good at projecting, but the real deal. I have two brothers, Pete. Sam is a twelve-year-old twerp and Riley is a twenty-five year old pothead! Neither of them even knows how to spell respect let alone put it into practice. But you, Peter Jones, ooze respect from every pore of your body, don't you? Am I right, Viv?"

"Yes, you're right."

"I knew that, but it's important for me to hear your sister say it, Peter. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because sisters always know more about their brothers than their brothers know about themselves, that's why! So, when I saw that Vivian also respected you… that was like seeing the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval stamped on your forehead. Peter…"

"What?"

"Can you even begin to imagine how many girls on this campus want to get into your pants?" As she said this, Miranda slid her camel toe up and down my very hard cock.

"You've got to be kidding me, Andi! That's just so much bullcrap!"

"She's not kidding, Pete," my sister confirmed, "I've heard a lot of girls talk about you, and I know some of them had no idea I was your sister."

"See!" Miranda echoed with glee.

With that, she ceased stimulating my dick and slowly leaned in to feed me her moist, pink lips for what seemed to me like an eternity. In reality, it lasted only until Vivian cleared her throat.

"Do you know what that was, Peter?"

"I think it was a kiss, Andi."

"More than that, Peter, it was my very last first kiss with a man. How could I not but fall in love with a six-foot, two inch Adonis with a heart of gold? Peter, weeks ago I promised myself that if I ever got you into bed, it was never going to be anything but committed sex between us. Like Vivian, I'm too smart to screw up a good thing when I've finally got hold of it… and I do have hold of it, don't I, Peter."

"You had hold of it about five minutes ago, but I made you let go of it."

"Wrong, my future love. That was just your cock of steel. I'm talking about the entire man, now. Vivian, you said I could go for it. Is that still the case?"

"As long as you are willing to accept all the consequences, good and bad, that goes with loving a married man."

"Yes, but if I commit myself to your husband, he's going to be my husband, too. Can you handle that?"

"I've been sitting here thinking about that very question, Andi," my sister said, "and I guess my honest answer to you is that I just won't know for sure until we try it. I don't want to lose Peter. The way I figure it, if I do lose him, it will only be because we've both lost him. What I'm saying is that I'm not afraid of your love for each other. Just don't forget about me!"

"I don't believe Peter would ever let that happen," Miranda replied.

"Excuse me, but do I get any say in this?" I asked.

"No!" Miranda said with a drill sergeant's authoritative air, "You've got two wives now, so shut up and enjoy it!"

"I couldn't have said it better myself," added drill sergeant number one.

I think I need to break away from our story for a moment and talk about an issue rising out of that last bit of remembered dialogue. If you haven't figured it out by now, I have six wives; none of whom I'm legally married to. Now, before you get all judgmental on my ass, there are plenty of men who've had as many as six girlfriends over the span of their lives. It's just that we've chosen to have these relationships concurrently rather than consecutively. 

In the formative days of this… arrangement, I explained very calmly but very adamantly to Vivian and Miranda that because I was destined to be outnumbered, I needed to have the last word on important decisions affecting us. They agreed that as long as I accepted their input and the decisions were made in a transparent manner, they could live with this.

This understanding continued when my other wives joined our fruity bunch. It's the way we handle our relationship today. They all know that they have leeway to teasingly dominate me from time to time (in fact, I really enjoy it), but actual domination by the six of them is out of the question! But, neither do I dominate them… We love and respect one another. Similarly, they each know that I will honestly listen to and value their input, but that in the end, I'm the CEO of our clan. And as you will find out later, that characterization is not hyperbole.

After it became apparent that Vivian was comfortable with Miranda's inclusion to our incestuous two-some, I began to open myself up to the full-range of feelings I'd been harboring for this beautiful, young woman sitting on my lap. Miranda started to say something to me, but I quickly put a finger to her lips and shushed her. Then, I very slowly took my hands and began to run them under her tank top. When I reached her breasts, I cupped them and lightly circled her nipples but avoided actually touching them. Miranda closed her eyes and began to utter these deep guttural moans. Vivian began to get up from the couch.

"Stay!" I said quietly to her, "I want you to watch me get her ready for my cock. In fact, I want you to help me."

"How?" Vivian asked, with a bit of worry in her voice.

"In a few minutes, I want you to go get ready to shave my pubes."

"God! Yes, I want to see you do that, Viv!" Miranda said, her nipples erect and poking prominently through the colorful cotton material.

"Quiet, you!" I scolded Miranda, "You're a wife-in-training, so zip that lip and pay attention!" Then, to Vivian: "For now, I need you to stay while me and Andi make out. You need to watch what you've started."

"What I started?" Vivian said with mild alarm.

"Yes! Do you deny that it's been your desire to watch me make love to another woman? Come on, Viv, it's one of your favorite verbal teases."

"God, Peter… Yes, you're right. My pussy began creaming like crazy when I saw you touch Miranda's tits!"

"Viv, I never realized you were such a kinkmeister!" Miranda snuck in.

I glared at her, and then turned my attention back to Vivian.

"Ok, then. I want you to watch, sis, 'cause you're in training too… We all are!"

With that, I leaned over to Vivian (with my hands still on Miranda's chest) and kissed her. After breaking the kiss, I pulled my hands away from Miranda's breasts and put them under her armpits. I lifted her off my lap and into a standing position in front of me. She gave me this very disappointed look… until I started to undo her jeans. Then she broke into a wide, devilish grin.

"I can smell your pussy, Andi!" I said, "Wouldn't want you to cream your jeans, now, would we? Let's get these off you so I can really begin playing with my new toy."

All the while looking directly into Miranda's eyes, I began to undo the buttons down the front. Looking back at me, she sighed as I started to pull down these pants that seemed almost painted onto her body. So as not to throw her off-balance, I very carefully lifted and bent her left leg and then her right one at the knee and pulled the jeans free from her feet.

At this point, Miranda was standing before me in nothing but a tie-dyed tank top and a pair of sky-blue panties. Maintaining eye contact, I silently began to play my fingertips over every inch of her exposed skin. I could feel the goose bumps lift and propagate as I went from calf to thigh to buns to back and finally, to her arms. I repeated this beautiful torture technique three times and then I stood up.

"Time to trade places, again." I told her.

"Before I sit down," Miranda said, "you'd better get me a towel and a washcloth."

"Ok, but why? Vivian asked.

"The towel because I'm a gusher… And the washcloth because I'm a screamer!"

While Vivian went into the bathroom to get the requested items, I drew Miranda to me and began kissing her in earnest. We were both running our fingers through each other's hair and pressing our bodies tightly together. Our mouths began to open and I started a gentle wrestling match with my new love's tongue. I dropped my hands to Miranda's buttocks, gripped both cheeks and pressed my painfully distended member into her body between her pubic area and her bellybutton. Another moan muffled out from Miranda's mouth as Vivian quickly laid a bath towel across the couch behind her friend.

"Peter, do you want me to get the shaving stuff ready, now?"

(Later that night, after Miranda fell asleep, I rejoined Vivian and asked her if it had bothered her to come back out to find me French kissing Miranda. She told me that it had a little, but mostly because it seemed to her that I was teasing Miranda as a way of also teasing her, and that, if that was my intent, it was the most painful bout of teasing she ever had to endure. Her question about the shaving tools was the only way she could think of to mitigate her discomfort. Fortunately for the both of us, it worked.)

"Yes, sis," I replied after coming back to earth, "I don't think Andi's going to last much longer."

"You got right, buster!" she said, "If you don't get that cock of yours into my pussy soon, I'm going to strangle you! I've never been so ready…"

"Shush! Calm down, Andi. Before you get my cock, Vivian has to shave me. If she doesn't, you'll get a rug burn. Right now, I'm going to 'fuck you to the moon' with my tongue. You did want to be fucked to the moon, tonight, right?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Ok. Then sit down, shut up and enjoy it! Capiche?"

Miranda slowly nodded her head and I proceeded to carefully lower her onto the towel. She reached out her hand for the washcloth and Vivian and I watched as she rolled it into a tight tube and placed it into her mouth like a horse's bit.

I went back to torturing Miranda with my fingertips, but as I came to the bottom of her tank top, I grabbed the material and began to lift it up and over her head. As I idly tossed the shirt aside, I stared in amazement at her pale, perfect breasts. They were slightly larger than Vivian's (almost a c-cup), but her areolas were not as wide and her nipples not quite as long when erect. I again cupped her, but this time I dragged my thumbs back and forth across those hard eraser points. I was just about to begin kissing her tits when she put one hand to my head and removed the washcloth with the other.

"Peter," she said with dead seriousness, "you get this one warning: bite my nipples and I'll kick your balls! Got it?"

"Got it, Andi. No teeth."

If there's one thing I'd learned after (at that time) almost ten years of intimacy with my sister, it's to always respect how a woman wants her body treated during love-play. No man has the right to try and change his lover's mind on something concerning her sexual likes and dislikes. It's that simple.

So, there would be no teeth, but there was plenty of wet lips and warm tongue. I brought my mouth to the side of Miranda's left breast, stuck my tongue out and rapidly flicked it back and forth across her nipple. At the same time, I took my index finger and thumb from my left hand and, grasping her other nipple, pulled it gently but firmly away from her chest. The effect was instantaneous and dramatic! She must have been teetering on the edge. Miranda closed her eyes tight, bit down on the washcloth and screamed: her first orgasm of the night had finally arrived. 

Accompanying her on that flight from Nirvana was a pungent aroma emanating from her pussy. Her orgasm has arrived down south as well. While Miranda was still feeling the aftershocks, I reached down and pulled her panties off. They were soaked! She opened her eyes in time to see me put them into my mouth and suck out the juices. Behind me, I heard my sister groan in both deep ecstasy and agony. She, too, (apparently) had cum; but in her case, at the sight of my depraved display.

"My God, Pete," Vivian said as she set down the tray containing the shaving materials, "that was the kinkiest thing I ever saw!"

I removed the underwear with a slurp, tossed them onto the tank top and gave my sister a big, toothy smile. Then, without uttering a word, I grabbed Miranda around her hips and pulled her to the edge of the couch. Purposely not waiting for her to come down from her orgasmic plateau, I began my oral assault on her very wet pubis. Keeping my tongue, lips and fingers away from her clit, I took about two minutes lapping up as much of the moisture as I could find. This action resulted in Miranda gripping my head with both her hands and forcing my face hard against her gash.

Having completed my cleaning of her pussy, I pushed against her hands long enough to get the fingers of my left hand into position to penetrate her and massage her G-spot. As I started to do this, Miranda's hips began to lift off the couch… She was getting close again! With my other hand, I spread the skin on either side of her clitoral hood and brought my lips into contact with Miranda's very red and very distended clit. And I hummed away…

Miranda screamed into the washcloth for about ten seconds, and then passed out! I hadn't realized what had happened to her until the washcloth fell out of her mouth and landed on top of my head. Vivian stood there horrified. I looked up from Miranda's crotch at her chest and saw that she was still breathing. Taking the washcloth in hand, I got up and went over to the kitchen sink to moisten it with some cold water.

She was beginning to come around by the time I returned. I gave the cloth to Vivian who sat down next to Miranda and applied it to her forehead. Surprisingly, Miranda was the first to speak.

"Oh… my… God, Peter," she said, "You weren't lying, were you? Baby, you took me way past the moon! That was, without a doubt, the best I have ever cum."

I sat down on the other side of her and lightly stroked her face with the back of my hand. I smiled at her, but didn't say anything. Really, what can a guy say in response to something like that? Sometimes, it's best just to keep your mouth shut.

"C'mere, lover," she directed me.

I leaned over and we exchanged a series of short, sweet kisses. I ended up kissing her all over her face and then leaned back.

"Peter," Miranda began (looking serious now), "you know earlier, when I told you that I was also your wife? You know I was half joking with you then, right?"

"I thought that seemed like a bit of a rushed decision on your part, Andi," I said sadly.

"Well, I was really nervous because I'd never personally run across… incest… before. I've always played a lot of games when it came to sex, and at first, what you and Viv had going seemed to me like the best sex game I'd ever heard of. And then you said you were committed to each other… But, when you were looking up at me and running your hands all over my body, I realized that everything going on here tonight was real and true; no games."

"That's right, Andi," Vivian whispered, "No games."

"Just a plain old committed, loving, long-term relationship," I added.

"Yeah…" Miranda said thoughtfully, "Committed. Peter?"

"What, sweetheart?"

"I love you."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I'm sure, but I have to know… Do you love me?"

"Yes, Andi, I love you, too."

"But, how can you love me when you have Vivian?" 

"We both love you, Andi," my sister said as a way of explaining it.

"But, Viv, I'm not into women. I tried it once and it was just too freaky."

"I didn't mean it that way," Vivian said smiling, "I'm not into women either. What I mean is that Peter's and my love for each other is too great for us to keep all to ourselves. Peter's love for you doesn't void his love for me."




Portia's School of Anal



We were on our third drink when the questions started. This was always the way with Sienna, a few cocktails and the 'naughty' inquisition began. I always thought it was funny that a few martinis could wash away her preconceptions but I guess that's the way with anyone. 

With Sienna though it always came down to the same line of questioning. Anal sex. I'd told her once that I was quite into it and since then it had become her favourite drunken conversation topic. Why did I like it? Does it hurt? Should she try it? etc etc. We were going out tonight and were waiting for our friend Cushla to arrive before we all hit the town but seeing as at the moment it was just the two of us in her apartment I didn't mind talking with her about my obsession, it was only when we were out in public and she started on the topic that I got embarrassed, mainly because she was just so loud.

"So, tell me about it Portia." Sienna giggled "Why do you like it so much?" 

We'd had this conversation so many times before but as usual I humored her. 

"I guess it's just something I've always done, pretty much since I started having sex." I started recalling to Sienna the story of my first time. "Remember me telling you about Hamish? He was the one that got me into it. He was a bit rough with me and I didn't like it at first but after a few times I started to enjoy it. Since then I've done it with other guys who have been a lot more caring and taken their time rather than just shoving it in and that's what has really turned me onto it. If a guy knows what he's doing it can be really great." 

Sienna had a funny smirk on her face.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'm just picturing you bent over on the back seat of Hamish's mini minor taking it up the arse." she replied. 

"Shut up!" I teased, slapping her arm. 

There was a slight pause, almost as though Sienna wanted to ask me something else but was too scared. I broke the silence. "So, you still haven't done it?"

Sienna shook her head, "No, but I think I'd like to. It would have to be with the right person though you know? I don't want to do it with someone I don't trust."

I nodded. There was another awkward pause. This time it was broken by Sienna. 

"Maybe you could show me how to do it?" she suddenly blurted out. 

I nearly dropped my drink. It was something we had joked about before when we were trashed but this time she almost sounded sincere. 

"I mean, I trust you more than I do any guy I know and since you've done it so much I'm sure you would be the best person to show me how." 

I'd never done anything with another girl before, apart from a drunken snog, I was purely a guy only girl but I could imagine doing something with Sienna, she was quite beautiful afterall, not some butchy bull dyke, the guys certainly liked her. If I was going to be involved in any girl on girl activities it wouldn't be hard imagining doing it with her. 

I decided to call her bluff, to see if this was just another one of her games. 

"Ok," I said, turning to face her "We'll do it. It will be like coaching or something."

"Alright," Sienna clapped her hands "Ooh I'm quite nervous but excited."

The downstairs buzzer rang.

"That will be Cushla." I said

"What should we say to her?" asked Sienna pressing the door access button "I don't want to go out now, I want to do this." 

She sounded like a spoilt child that had had her favourite toy taken away. 

"Wait!" She had suddenly hit upon an idea "We'll ask her to train with us."

"I don't know Si, do you think she'll be into it?" I asked worriedly. 

"Only one way to find out." replied Sienna bouncing up and down in excitement. 

I was quite surprised to see her so enthusiastic about the whole idea.

There was a knock at the door and Sienna answered, a huge smile beaming on her face. 

"Someone's excited." said Cushla as she walked in, tossing her bag on the couch. 

"We're not going out anymore." Sienna began. "We're staying in and having fun instead." 

"What? Why?" whined Cushla. She'd obviously gone to a lot of trouble to make herself up for the night. 

"Portia is going to coach us." Sienna huffed, as though it was so obvious. 

Cushla was excusably confused. "Coach us, what are you talking about?"

"Portia is going to show us how to take it up the arse." Sienna explained matter of factually. 

"Right," Cushla answered sarcastically. "Look, whatever you two want to do that's fine, just count me out Ok?" 

She got up to leave but Sienna grabbed her elbow.

"No, stay. It's going to be fun. You can just sit and watch if you want, you don't have to do anything."

Cushla looked over at me suspiciously but I nodded back to her reassuringly and told to her to stay. She sat back down on the couch and didn't say a word.

"Hang on, I'll get some things" Sienna ran into her bedroom and returned with a couple of differently shaped and sized toys, a tube of KY jelly and some other paraphernalia and dumped them in Cushla's lap.

"Yuk!" exclaimed Cushla throwing the toys onto the floor. 

"Shut up Cush, like you've never seen a dildo before. Ok coach, how do we start?" 

Sienna was really into the idea now, already stripping off her top and jeans. Standing in front of us in her underwear I looked her up and down. She really did have an amazing body and her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and across her breasts. Confusingly I felt my crotch suddenly get hot. That was weird, I liked guys right? 

'Ok,' I thought to myself 'here we go.' 

"I guess the first thing to do is to get mentally prepared for it." I started. "Taking something, anything whether its just a finger or some guys huge cock up your arse is quite different to taking something normally. It will probably feel a bit foreign at first and you might get the feeling that you want to push it out but you just have to relax and go with it."

Sienna was looking at me intently, taking in everything I was saying like an over eager student. Cushla meanwhile was sitting on the couch trying not to pay attention. 

"Relaxing is very important." I continued. "You don't want to let yourself get uptight about it. Just relax and don't let your arse get all tightened up."

"I'm relaxed, I'm relaxed, lets do it!" squealed Sienna, pealing off her panties and jumping about. 

I turned to Cushla, "Cush, could you pass me that tube of lubricant?"

"Don't ask me to do anything, I don't want to be involved." she replied. 

I bent over myself, picked up the tube from the floor and I handed it to Sienna. 

"The easiest way to reach is if you kneel on the floor and reach around behind you" I said. 

"No, no, no," Sienna said looking up "No, I want you to do it. I could have done it to myself anytime. You're supposed to take me through it." 

"Ummm, Ok." I replied. Now I was nervous. I'd never touched another girl in a sexual way and wasn't sure how I would feel about it. 

I knelt down beside Sienna, who was now on all fours and sticking her arse up in the air. I slowly reached out towards her and touched her thigh then gently ran my hand over her arse cheek. It was smooth and soft and felt like my own. Sienna giggled and took a sip of her wine. 

"Aren't you guys grossed out touching each other like that?" Came Cushla's voice from behind us. Sienna glared at her, "Don't ruin the fun."

I continued to run my hands over Sienna's lovely backside, getting her used to the feeling of hands concentrating on that area. I tried to imagine myself as a guy feeling up this hot girls arse but that made me feel kind of like a lesbian so I pushed that thought aside and instead concentrated on making my friends first venture into bum fun as comfortable as possible. 

Sienna was obviously no stranger to the female touch. She was easily my most sexually experienced and adventurous friend and although she'd never told me about encounters with other girls it was obvious from her reactions to my hands on her that she was in no way uncomfortable with it. She moaned longingly as my hands wandered over her arse cheeks and pushed herself back against my touch. I positioned myself behind her and gently pulled her arse cheeks apart, getting my first glimpse of her tight virgin rosebud. It was the first time I'd ever really seen another girls arsehole in real life, me always being the recipient of arse play. It looked so incredibly small that I began to wonder if anything would be able to penetrate such a tight orifice. 

"How do I look?" Sienna asked, peering at me upside down between her legs.

"It's quite amazing," I responded. "I've always wondered what it would be like on the other side." 

"Well then go for it." came her response. 

I gazed cautiously over at Cushla, who was looking at the two of us in either shock or amazement, I couldn't tell, then returned my focus to Sienna's asshole. Without another word between us Sienna reached back and with two hands separated and held apart her lily white buttocks, exposing herself to me completely. I slowly leaned forward, my face getting closer and closer to her bumhole. I could feel myself trembling. When my mouth was about an inch from her puckered ass I slowly stuck out my tongue. It seemed to take forever for me to reach her, then suddenly I felt the tip of my tongue come into contact with Sienna's quivering tush. She let out a sharp sigh of relief at the touch, followed by a louder moan of pleasure as I ran my tongue over her tight hole. 

"Oh fuck, that feels amazing." Sienna groaned, pushing her arse back against my face. I pulled my head back and asked "You've never had anyone even lick your arsehole before?" before returning between her soft cheeks and resuming the rimming.

"No, never." she answered. "Ohhh, god yeah. I didn't realize it would feel like this, oohhh!" 

I continued using my tongue on Sienna's arse for several minutes before the desire to explore another girls body became to much and I had to know what it was like to lick her pussy. My mouth ventured a little further down until I came face to face with her sopping wet snatch. Without hesitation I buried my face in her, my tongue delving between her hot folds. 

Sienna let me indulge myself for several minutes before reminding me of the true task at hand "While that feels incredible and all, I thought you were supposed to be teaching my arse." 

"Sorry," I replied "I just had to know what it was like."

"Yeah, I get it. Now if you would be so kind..." 

I returned to my anal duties, lapping once again at Sienna's virgin backdoor but now, between ever half dozen licks or so I began to gently push my tongue harder against her asshole. But it refused to let me in, remaining tighter than ever as I tried desperately to squeeze my tongue into her. Eventually I gave up, my tongue being just too soft to penetrate such a stubborn entrance. 

I sat back up and shrugged my shoulders at Cushla who was now watching intently. She quickly realized how closely she'd been observing and sat back up muttering to herself. "Don't know what you see in it. Arses or girls, no thanks." 

Ignoring her ramblings I reached for the tube of lubricant that lay on the floor beside Sienna's leg. I lifted the tube to her bottom and squeezed out some of the liquid onto her asshole. "Oh shit that's cold" Sienna giggled. 

"It's Ok, I'll warm it up." I said, gently rubbing the lube into her ass with my index and middle finger. Sienna soon resumed her moaning and sighing and I decided that it was time for her to experience her first anal penetration. 

"Ok Si," I said "I'm going to try to push my finger into you now. Are you ready?"

"Oh fuck yeah." came the reply. 

I applied some pressure and pushed my middle finger against her now slick asshole. The lubrication helped and my finger slide into her passage to the first knuckle. I worked the end of my finger into her slowly and gently made tiny circular motions as well, hoping to open her up a little. I pushed again and my finger sank into her ass to the second knuckle. Another tiny push and the digit was completely submerged in her rectum. I could feel her pulse throbbing around my finger, her sphincter gripping my finger tightly. 

"My finger is completely in you Si," I told her "Are you Ok? How does it feel?"

"I'm fine, it definitely feels different but good. I think I can handle another finger."

"I'll be the judge of that," I said "lets not rush things."

I began to work my finger slowly in and out of Sienna's sweet arse, letting her adjust to the sensation, then started to make small spiral movements inside her, getting wider as my finger pulled our of her. Her asshole was starting to give in a little now and I could see that she was ready for the next finger but I let her relax a little more first, continuing to frig her before I began to push the next one in. 

With the work I'd put in loosening her up my second finger was met with much less resistance and soon the two of them were sliding in and out of her hot arse. Her muscles still gripped my fingers hard but I could feel that they'd given up the fight to block me completely. I wondered if my own arsehole had been so stubborn in the beginning, was Sienna just exceptionally tight or was this the norm for virgin arses? I was now feeling a power I hadn't experienced before. Being in control of my friend's bottom was really turning me on, this must be what guys feel in this situation, God it was wonderful, she was totally at my mercy and...

"Ow fuck, that's a bit rough." I suddenly heard. Shit, while I was off in my fantasy world I must have been unintentionally fingering Sienna's arse quite hard. 

"I'm sorry, I got carried away." I apologized. 

"That's ok, just remember I'm new to this." 

I slowed the pace back down until I saw Sienna loosen her grip on her buttocks and relax again. I continued to work my fingers into her and after a little while longer wiggled a third digit into her arse. I began to stretch my fingers out inside her bum forcing her tight opening to expand some more. 

It was at this point that I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Cushla was watching us again. She seemed completely engrossed in the two of us, me grinding my fingers into Sienna's bottom, Sienna moaning and gasping over the new sensations she was experiencing. I pretended to ignore her and continued to finger Sienna and also rubbing my own clit with my free hand. 

I looked over at the two dildos Sienna had brought out of her room. The first was an average sized vibrating toy, long and white and about as thick as an average sized cock. The second was quite a bit larger. It was purple and modeled on a realistic dick look with 'veins' and a 'circumcised head'. It was about eight inches long and wrist thick. 

"Sienna, I think you're ready to take your first 'cock'" I said. 

"Oh fuck yeah, give it to me bitch." Sienna replied in a half mocking tone that made us both giggle. 

I pulled my fingers from her arse and lubed up the smaller toy. 

"Ok Si, I'm using the smaller dildo. When you feel me pressing it against your arse I want you to push out slightly, not too hard, just a little ok?"

"Yep, push it in." 

Sienna wanted it bad. 

I brought the tip of the 'cock' up to her anus and pressed it gently against her. I saw her respond by pushing her puckered bunghole outward, at which point I pushed the toy into her harder and watched in wonder as its length sank into her bum. 

As I slid the entire toy into her rectum in one push Sienna exhaled a long deep breath "Oooooohhhhh fuuuuckkkkk."

"Ok Si?" I asked.

"Yeah, it just feels very different. Can you fuck me with it? I want to feel it in me."

I began to thrust the dildo into her, watching as her arsehole gripped it like a fist almost making it hard to work into her, even with the lubrication. 

"Oh my god," Sienna responded "fucking hell, its so intense." She pushed back against the plastic dick, burying the whole thing in her tight curvy bum and groaning hard. 

I loved how much Sienna was enjoying her first anal experience, it was causing my own arse and pussy to twinge in excitement. I was almost jealous of her, wishing I could relive that first time feeling again. I remembered the mixed feelings of pleasure and pain I had felt those first times and it occurred to me that Sienna was really enjoying this too much. I had been taking it very easy on her up until now but no one had ever done that with me. I wondered how far she could be pushed and with that thought pulled the dildo from her arse with a pop. 

"Enough of that," I said "You're taking this one far to easily. I think I've warmed you up too well. If you really want to have the full anal experience you need to discover the fulfillment that can come with mixing the pleasure with pain."

"Ok, I think I can do it." Sienna replied.

"We'll see." I said, greasing up the bigger toy. 

All of a sudden Cushla spoke up. "There's no way she can take that." she said unexpectedly. Sienna looked around over her shoulder with a concerned look on her face.

"What makes you such an expert? Don't listen to her," I said "You can do it, it's just going to take some will power and a little effort from you and me."

Cushla was now leaning over us, trying to get a better look at the proceedings. I brought the well lubricated 'head' of the big toy up to Sienna's arse and rubbed it in little circular motions over her hole. I held the shaft with one hand and pressed the palm of my other hand against the base and pushed gently. Sienna's arsehole resisted the intrusion, refusing at first to let the giant rubber knob in. I turned to Cushla. "Put your hand on mine and help me push."

Without hesitation Cushla put her hand over mine and added her strength to mine. 

Sienna's sweet rear end stood no chance now. As we watched her arsehole began to slowly expand, forced to stretch around the head of the 'cock' being pressed into her. As her ring was widened to new limits she began to whimper softly and then started to shake. 

"Are you ok Si? Do you want me to stop." I asked

There was a short silence before she answered, a little choked up. "No. I can do it." she spluttered. 

'Good girl,' I thought 'such a positive student.' 

Cushla and I applied more pressure to the base of the 'cock' and the head disappeared into Sienna's bum, followed by a loud cry as she struggled to accept it. 

"Let it out," I told her "let it out and go with it, remember to breath. It will be worth it, I promise." 

Sienna didn't answer, only buried her head into the carpet muffling her cries and pulled her arse cheeks further apart. I took this to mean she wanted more and so continued to force the toy into her. 

When half the dildo was inside her arse Cushla and I laid off the pressure and let Sienna try to adjust to the rubber cock. He arsehole, stretched smooth around the purple shaft looked so fucking hot and I was so proud of my new pupil, taking on such a massive task on her first day.

"That's hot." said Cushla, as though reading my thoughts and looking down at the toy jutting out of Sienna's bum.

"You've changed your tune." I said.

"I didn't realise it would be so sexy, it just looks so....hot." she couldn't think of a better adjective. And neither could I. I was always fascinated by the look of a girls arsehole being stretched to it's limits, even though I was a lover of men. I just thought it was the sexiest thing to see. 

Sienna had brought her head up from the ground now and was obviously learning to accommodate the 'cock'. I took hold of the base and began thrusting it into her rear. Her head fell to the floor again and she began to groan in low almost unsettling way as I fucked her arse good and hard. I was loving being in charge, it was a completely new thrill but I needed more. I handed control of the dildo over to Cushla and stood up, picking up the rubber strap-on harness that Sienna had brought out with the other toys and slipped my legs through the leg holes, then did up the velcro tab at the back. 




Portia's School of Anal



Cushla was getting overexcited by the whole thing now, pushing the toy too hard and too deep and causing Sienna to cry out for us to stop. I took the reins again and brought Sienna back under control then gently slid the rubber cock out of her. Her arsehole, now free of the large toy, gapped open at us. Cushla eye's widened at the sight 'Wow' she exclaimed in total awe. I pushed the purple cock through the hole in the front of the strap on harness and looked down at myself, admiring the dildo as though it were my very own hard-on. I felt such power and authority and immediately had to try it out. 

I crouched behind Sienna and brought 'my cock' back to her widened arsehole. "I'm going to fuck you now Si," I said "I'm going to fuck you hard and I want you to take it." I was quite surprised to hear words like that coming from my own mouth, it was like having a dick was bringing out the commanding male in me. Sienna didn't answer, only pulled her cheeks wider apart and waited for me to push into her. She was well and truly loosened up now and I could easily push 'my cock' into her. I took her hips in my hands and thrust my own hips forward burying the tool deep into her arse in one push and forcing a high pitched moan from Sienna as she was once again stretched to limit by the cock. This time I gave her no time to adjust, placing my hands on hers and helping to pull her buttocks apart as I repeatedly drilled into her shitter. Each thrust I gave pushed her forward and produced a small cry from her lips, I couldn't tell if she was loving it or wishing I would stop but as she hadn't said anything I continued to hammer her arse, spearing the purple cock deep into her rectum. 

I had been banging Sienna's bottom silly for nearly five minutes before I noticed her starting to shake slightly. Then her little moans began to grow longer and her breathing more rapid and sharp. "Ooooooooooooh my god, oooooh fuck!" she began to cry. Her right hand let go of her bum cheek and began to furiously rub her clit as the first wave of ecstasy exploded inside her. Her screaming became so loud I knew the neighbours would hear. "Fuuuuuckkkkkkk!" she cried as her orgasm tore through her body, shaking her violently as though she was possessed. 

Eventually she calmed down and I slowed my thrusts, gradually coming to a stop and drawing 'my cock' out of her. Sienna fell in a heap on the floor, little post orgasm vibrations occasionally shaking her body. She just lay there, her eyes glazed over, staring into space. I waited, slightly concerned that I had caused the crumpled heap on the floor some serious damage. Finally she caught her breath long enough to speak. 

"That was the single most amazingly intense experience of my life," she whispered. "I can't even move."

"You did pretty well for a first timer." I said encouragingly "Think it's something you'll want to do again?"

"That's all I want to do." she answered, closing her eyes and reaching around to feel her arsehole. A worried look appeared on her face "Jesus, I hope it shrinks up again, you could drive a truck up there now." 

"You'll be fine" I reassured her "You might be feeling it a bit tomorrow though."

Suddenly there was a small commotion behind me. I turned around to see Cushla throwing her clothes off and pulling at her underwear. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You have to do me now, I can't witness that without needing to know what its like too." Cushla answered tearing her stockings off and pulling her panties to her ankles. 

"Ok," I said, I was amazed that she'd come around to the idea so quickly but I didn't want to scare her off with more questioning.

"First I'll need to loosen you up a little." I said, bringing my hand up to her arse. Cushla pushed it away, dismissing my offer.

"Fuck that, just put it in me." she demanded. "I want that fucking thing in my arse now!" She was obviously excited and although I didn't want to hurt her my new sense of power suddenly got the better of me. 

"Ok bitch," I teased, bringing myself up behind her. I knew there was no way that Cush would be able to take 'my cock' without preparation. She was a strong willed girl but that wasn't going to save her when her arsehole was being forced open by a wrist thick dildo. 

I pressed the head up against her tight opening now, she still had time to change her mind.

"Are you ready bitch?" I asked her.

"Just give it to me!" she snapped back. 

That was it. I trust my hips forward but came up against immense resistance from her bum. I grabbed her hips and pushed hard, forcing 'my cock' into her. I looked down to see her small orifice suddenly stretch wide and engulf the dildo, my pushing forcing the entire shaft into her bum in one single movement. 

Cushla's head flew back as she cried out but I wasn't stopping now. She'd asked for it and now she was going to get it. As her long black hair flicked back I grabbed it in bunch and pulled her head back as I began to ram 'my cock' into her tight arse. Cushla gritted her teeth hard and her big eyes crunched shut, I knew she wanted me to stop but her stubbornness wouldn't let her ask. She couldn't let herself be beaten. Instead she held on, taking the huge toy up her virgin arse like a pro. 

"Just breath around it." I said to her "Let yourself go." And she did.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, aarrgghhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, her cries finally admitting to us that she was struggling. 

"Relax Cush, just go with it." I said, pulling her head back again and continuing to bang her behind. Her breaths become short and shallow followed by long whines as she endeavored to cope with the sensation of having her arse empaled for the first time.  

I was feeling so empowered in my new role as the dominant partner that I forgot all concern for my new pupil, tearing into Cushla's rectum with my fake cock. Then suddenly I felt something pushing at my own backdoor. Sienna was behind me, trying to work something into my tush. I relaxed my arse and felt the intruder slide into me. The thing felt slightly ribbed and was big, big enough to remind me to take it a little easier on Cush. It took me a few seconds to find a rhythm that aloud me to push 'my cock' into Cushla as the whatever it was that Sienna was forcing into my arse was on the out stroke. I soon had it down and found myself enveloped in yet another new feeling, the combination of taking it up the arse at the same time as forcing 'myself' into someone else was almost like watching myself being fucked. 

I noticed now that Cushla's desperate panting had cooled down a little and she now seemed to be taking to anal in quite a big way, pushing herself back hard against me and grunting in response to each thrust. Then the dirty talk started. Hearing such filth coming from her mouth as I deflowered her was such a turn on and in conjunction with coping it myself I began to feel my orgasm swelling up within me. 

"Fuck me you bitch, fuck me harder," Cushla bellowed in between her deep breathing "Oh god! Ram that rubber dick up my fucking shit hole!" 

I couldn't believe her dirty mouth, this was a girl that only an hour ago was disgusted at the very thought of taking anything up her precious exit let alone from another girl, but her words were definitely having an infectious effect on me as I found myself screaming out. 

"Oh fuck Sienna, give it to me harder, I can take it, just fuck my arse you slut!" I screamed out over the top of Cushla's cussing. 

Whether Sienna was turned on too or insulted by my comments I couldn't tell, she only responded by pushing whatever it was she was using deeper and faster into my eager arsehole. 

It sent me over the edge. I suddenly felt myself drift off into the back of my mind then BANG, my orgasm exploded through me. I started fucking Cushla with wild abandon as I came harder than I can remember cumming in a long time, sandwiched between these two beautiful, newly initiated butt sluts, their soft skin rubbing against mine as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I collapsed on my side, pulling 'my cock' from Cushla's dilated ring and feeling my own arse empty as Sienna pulled the thing out of my bum. 

I turned over to see what it was.

"Corn on the cob anyone?" Sienna asked cheekily, holding up the yellow vegetable. Before I could respond Cushla was already on it. 

"Yes please, now!" she said, spreading her cheeks and pointing her bottom into the air again and displaying her newly christened arsehole to the world.

'Fuck,' I thought to myself, smiling, 'I think I've created a monster.'



Portions for Foxes



"I shaved my little pussy just for you," the girl said, her fingers tracing upward over the insides of her spread thighs towards the short skirt she wore. Her small pink tongue darted over her upper lip.

She was sitting on a high windowsill, leaning against the window, the sun hanging on her left shoulder. Dappled pools of shadow played artlessly over her breasts, which nestled snugly within a thin woollen top. Her nipples made bullet point indentations in the tight fabric.

She inclined her head down towards me, and a swish of dark brown hair spilled luxuriantly over her face. She looked at me through it, her pale blue eyes meeting mine. "I'm not wearing any panties, you know." Her right hand stopped its languorous exploration of her leg and her fingers played tantalisingly just inside the hem of her skirt. She continued, "It's just this itty bitty skirt between you and my tight, wet little pussy. I bet you can smell it. Do you want to see it? Do you, Keith? Do you want to reach two fingers into the soft flesh between my thighs and spread my sweet little lips? To gently – or, perhaps, not so gently – push them inside me and see if I'm still a virgin?"

"I want your cock, Keith. I can see it, that... huge thing you've got there, pushing against the front of your trousers. Oh, it's so big! It wants my pussy, Keith, and whatever your head might say, I can see exactly how much you desire me."

"Is it these you want?" Her hands cupped her breasts, lifting them up until they strained against her top, full and luxurious, nipples about to spill out of the scoop neck. "Do you want me to wrap my tits around that big cock and let you fuck them?" She moaned, prolonged and throaty, finally letting it breathe out into a low laugh.

"Or is it these?" Her small, pale pink tongue traced around her full lips leaving a glistening trail of saliva. "My head in your lap, your hands in my hair. My lips wrapped tight around your big dick, my tongue lapping at its head." Through the top, she pinched her right nipple, rolling it under her fingers.

She began to speak again, her voice husky, but I interrupted by lunging towards her and mashing my lips against hers. As we kissed, our tongues flailing wildly at each other, I held my hips back so that she wouldn't feel the huge erection I had. I gasped, though, when her small hand reached between us and grabbed mine. Swiftly, she guided my hand under her skirt and laid it on her pussy. She really wasn't wearing panties. I could feel the soft contours of her vulva, feel its heat and, oh god, she was so wet. She moaned low into my mouth. Her other hand grabbed my cock through my trousers. She was slowly stroking it when Tony, the director, shouted, "And cut."

"Great work, guys," he said. "That was insanely hot Diane. How Ewan managed to refrain from... uh, well, I mean, I don't know how he controlled himself so well."

In fact, I was barely controlling myself. This film was my big break – I was a RADA actor who'd been spotted by a talent agent and cast in an indie movie. My co-star was Hollywood royalty – Diane Ramsey.

She'd been acting since she was six years old and schilling for soft drink companies. Typical teen movies had followed, and this was going to be her unveiling as a serious actress. Figuratively, anyway – she had an ironclad no-nudity clause and a mother who, all the right newspapers reported, spent her every moment ensuring her twenty-year-old daughter stayed untouched.

The movie was one of those highly acclaimed pieces that critics love and that get released in about 10 cinemas around the world. This one was about the slow disintegration of a superficially wholesome American family. I played the eldest son Keith, confused and mostly lost in a desperate sexual funk – in other words, despite being yet another twenty-something playing a teenager, my biggest acting challenge was the American accent. Diane played my sister, who in the next scene – linearly, at least, as it wouldn't be filmed for another couple of weeks – I was going to fuck in one of those tiresome, sexless modern movie sex scenes.

The director wasn't happy about that. He had wanted to make something along the lines of "The Dreamers", but the inclusion of Diane, though restrictive, basically meant the film would open huge. Add a few planted posts on a certain movie website that in this picture Diane Ramsey was finally going to show her tits, and we'd have one of the most commercially successful films of the year.

Diane was sexy, though. I, like almost every other male in the world, had jerked off over those faked pictures of her in a leather corset that only concealed her belly button. They were good, too, the woman had a great body, and the images didn't look faked at all.

And now, the famous virgin had let me touch her pussy.

Diane was let go, but I was kept back to film my reaction shots. Typically the other actor would stay and repeat their performance to help me with mine, but Diane was too big for courtesy. It was easy, anyway. I'd never thought much of method acting, besides thinking it was pretentious guff, but to film my awe-struck reaction the tactile memory of Diane's pussy lingering on my fingers probably helped a lot.

I still had a hard-on when I finally reached my trailer door. One of the script girls had noticed, and given me a slow, sexy smile and a wink as I walked past her. I opened my trailer and almost came.

Diane Ramsey lay on my bed, a white sheet wrapped around her belly, her pussy and breasts bared. Her legs were spread, one knee resting against the wall, the other running along the bed then trailing of it, her foot resting flat on the floor, pale pink nails lurid against the burgundy carpet. Her golden-tanned thighs were glossy with sweat, as were her paler breasts. Her nipples, such a pale pink that small as they were they almost blended undiscernibly into her breasts, were beginning to recede as she neared orgasm. Her hair spilled extravagantly down the pillows and her closed eyes pointed at the ceiling, her plump red lips pouting in an "O" of pleasure. Her left arm formed two sides of a triangle with her head. Her right hand rested with casual insouciance among the sparse brown hairs of her bush, her main finger slowly, powerfully plunging in and out of her spread pussy lips.

I cleared my throat; she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"You're finally here," she said. "Come and finish me off."

Wordlessly I approached her and sat on the edge of the bed, my ass resting against her right thigh. Once again, I could smell her arousal – more strongly now. To me, no pussy smells the same as any other, and Diane Ramsey's smelt of honeysuckle and cinnamon. In the low light seeping through the closed curtains, I could see the sparkle of liquid on her vulva.

I placed my hand over hers and began to slowly stroke at her cunt. As I did, she moaned, and I leaned over and kissed her. At first, just our lips met, then parted, but slowly we explored more and more, our tongues entering each other's mouths as my fingers delved into her pussy. She was no virgin.

She came quickly, and quietly. "Now," she purred, arching her back, "it's your turn."

She rolled on top of me and our kissing continued as she undid my shirt button by button. When she was done, I raised my back off the bed and pulled the shirt off. She pressed tight against me and I could feel her small nipples and rounded breasts pushing against my chest.

"You have amazing breasts," I told her in between kisses.

"Thanks," she said, "Dr. Nevin does exceptional work."

"They're...uh... fake?"

She smiled, and planted a fluttering lick on my nose. "You know what they say: pobody's nerfect."

I laughed, and she moved further down my body, her tongue tracing glossy circles around my nipples as her small hands undid my belt and unzipped my fly. She tugged down my jeans with surprising strength. She accidentally caught my boxers too, though, and tugged them painfully against my cock.

"Ouch," I said, mock complaining.

"Oh, poor baby," she replied. "Will this make it up to you?"

Her mouth, poised covetously over my cock, now plunged down, engulfing half of it. Her tongue flailed around my shaft, and she suckled with desperate force. Her technique was clumsy but, on the other hand, my cock was being bathed in the mouth of a twenty-three year old A-list celebrity.

That wasn't what I wanted at the moment, though, so I placed my hands around her shoulders and pulled her up. Once more, I kissed her. "I want your pussy," I breathed.

She braced herself on her knees and wrapped one hand around my cock, the other grabbing the headboard of the bed. She lined me up with her pussy and then descended, oh so slowly. Perhaps the first inch of my cock nestled inside her. Despite how wet she was, she was incredibly tight. She was moaning constantly now, repeating "Oh baby, oh baby" over and over like a mantra.

I burned with her heat as she slid glacially down my cock. The contrast between the warmth of my cock inside her pussy to the coolness gusting along the portion outside was delicious. Droplets of her juice trickled down my shaft, cooling until they nestled like little pearls in my pubic hair. Finally, she completely enveloped me, and we both gasped one breath and held it. She arched her back, and I licked salt sweat off the tops of her breasts.

Gently at first, but with greater and greater speed and force she began to fuck me. At first, we kissed, but eventually we abandoned decorum and she braced both hands on the headboard, rocking the trailer with the force of her thrusts. My hands were filled with her magnificent breasts, gently stroking her soft flesh and her sharp little nipples.

The first time she came, the spasms of her cunt nearly carried me over with her, but somehow I held on. The second time, though, as the muscles of her gorgeous pussy rippled along the length of my cock, I came too. I poured what felt like oceans of come into her, and she fucked me and fucked me until my cock hung huge and flaccid and raw between us. Finally, we lay next to each other, bathing in blissful exhaustion.

"I want to taste you," she said, and scooped her right index finger through her pussy. She sucked eagerly at the mix of fluids she had obtained.

"I want to taste you, too," I replied. I laid my head between her legs and went to work. She was the best thing I had ever tasted.

...

The day we were filming the sex scene, the set was cleared and Diane and I were still addicted to each other's bodies. The intention was to do the scene in one take, and as we started, Diane whispered, "Trust me." As we began the scene, Diane slipped my cock, which was, of course, already hard, inside her.

"Fuck me hard," she said.

And I did. Though no one knew it – though I'm sure the director and the few crewmembers that were present each suspected with varying degrees of certainty – our sex scene was entirely real. So the first ever mainstream film to feature real sex was unwittingly released on a thousand screens in America.

Depressingly enough, a number of articles about the film prominently mentioned the incredibly hot sex scene and the movie performed much, much better than the accountants had predicted. In fact, a number of pundits claimed that Diane Ramsey's Best Actress nomination arose largely because of her incredibly passionate performance in that scene.

The night of the Oscars, Diane and I pulled up in a limo and were immediately mauled by the gossip reporters, who were desperate to know if the rumours about us dating were true.

"Don't you mind the no sex thing, Ewan?" One (particularly invasive) male reporter asked, once Diane had conceded that, yes, we had been dating since shooting the movie together.

"No," I smiled, "I respect Diane and her choice."

Just before her category was announced, I turned to Diane and casually handed her the box. It contained, effectively, $50000, and it quietly amazed me that that amount was so small to me now. "Diane," I said, "will you marry me?"

"Yes," she said, just as they began the announcement.

She was radiant with pure happiness on the big screen as they slowly filled that multi-camera shot of all the nominees. And I think she was the only one who lost that looked genuinely happy.

She looked happier than the woman who won.



Portions for Foxes



This story features, and is dedicated to, two of my creative muses. The wonderfully talented musician Jenny Lewis, best known for fronting Rilo Kiley, and my friend Rosanna, who knows I love her dearly. Do feel free to send me any feedback you might have. 

*

It's safe to say that Rosanna was excited. The butterflies in her stomach that had started when she woke up that morning had only been exacerbated by the slow progress of the day. She attended a pair of tedious politics lectures in the afternoon, though did not exactly concentrate on the Reform Act of 1832. For it was Friday, and she had tucked away in her purse a ticket to see Jenny Lewis & the Watson Twins, that night at the Carling Academy. As Rosanna walked idly back to her rented flat, through the sleepy back streets of Oxford, she allowed her imagination to settle on her musical heroine.

Jenny Lewis. 5'1, and as gorgeous a pouting redhead as you'd expect from a child actress. The periodically bisexual Rosanna had been knocked out long ago by both her stunning looks, and breathtaking voice. And tonight, she'd be standing right in the front row, as close as was proper to her object of desire. 

7 o'clock. Rosanna stood in front her hall mirror, and checked herself out. Tight jeans, strapless top, draped artfully round her neck, as a sop to the cool May evening. At 5'9, with raven dark hair, exotic, almost Persian features, and a swimming pool toned body, she felt more than ready for a hell of a night. Walking at a leisurely pace, she reached the venue, and with a kiss on the cheek to her butch friend working the door, she was able to skip the lengthy queue and head straight to the bar. Sipping on a Desperado, she politely applauded the two local warm up acts, then sinuously slithered to the front, as the lights dimmed and n anticipatory hush settled on the audience. 

... and breathe. There she was. Beauty incarnate, Miss Jenny Lewis. Rosanna barely noticed the music as Jenny shimmied, swayed, strutted and swaggered her way about the stage, clad in a shimmering silver dress that barely reached the middle of her thigh. Rosanna found herself mentally storing one particular moment, where an enthusiastic movement from Jenny momentarily flashed a glimpse up her skirt. Just a fleeting whiff of white lace, and it was gone again. Rosanna felt a reflexive tingle between her legs.

And then, just like that, it was over. Rosanna left in a music and lust filled haze, so overcome was she by the much longed for night. Texting her friend Isabella, she found her way to The Turf Tavern, and settled down with a generously sized glass of white wine. An hour or so later, returning from a quick toilet break, which mostly involved fixing her make up, she was stopped in her tracks. Sitting less than ten yards from her in the busy, low-ceilinged pub, were a number of members of the band from earlier, and none other than Jenny Lewis herself. Tongue-tied, Rosanna forced herself to approach her idol, and made a blushing introduction. Laughing, Jenny demanded she sit with them, and poured her a drink. Ten minutes, and another half a glass of wine later, she was relaxing. Jenny was everything she imagined, sweet, funny, occasionally sardonic, and of course, devastatingly alluring. With the buzz from the wine lowering her inhibitions, Rosanna was making less and less guarded looks at her host's pale, smooth legs. She was delighted to see that Jenny had not changed since the show, but had merely thrown a light jacket on over her dress. 

The evening wore on, and one by one, their companions either called it a night or moved on to a more exciting venue. Only Jenny and Rosanna remained at the table by the time the barman cheerily rang the bell for last orders. Walking outside, and more than a little tipsy, Rosanna steeled herself to say goodnight, and goodbye. It was then, something of a shock to her, when Jenny leant over to her ear by the streetlight, and huskily asked if Rosanna would like to come back to her hotel. Naturally, our protagonist consented, with some enthusiasm. 

Rosanna was surprised to find the quiet little four star hotel so close to the centre of town. It had only been a short walk, though the arm-in-arm proximity to Jenny certainly made it an exciting one. They stepped into the lift, and Jenny pressed the button for the top floor. After an age, it began to move upwards at a snail's pace. Jenny turned to her companion. 

"Rosanna, you know why I invited you, right?" she asked coyly. Mutely, Rosanna nodded assent.

"Good." Jenny smiled sweetly, her face upturned. "Then kiss me". Rosanna obliged. An electric shudder ran the length of her body, as their lips met, and her knees turned to jelly. Sliding her arms around Jenny's waist, she pushed her firmly against the wall, and slid her tongue steamily into her receptive mouth. At this, Jenny let out a muffled moan, and her legs reflexively parted. Rosanna took this opportunity to slide her denim-clad leg between Jenny's.

Jenny instinctively began to grind her lace covered crotch against Rosanna's thigh, and within a few seconds began to bite her partner's lip with pleasure. The two kissed deep and hard, as they effectively fucked whilst still fully closed. Despite their elevated levels of sexual desire, and the ferocity with which the petite redhead was moving her hips, the lift doors pinged open before she could climax. Flushed, and more than a little dishevelled, the two stumbled the short distance down the corridor to Jenny's room, not breaking their kiss until Jenny managed to fumble for her key and open the door.

Rosanna managed to kick the door shut behind them, though by now she had one of Jenny's legs hooked firmly round her waist. Laughing the two paused for breath. Jenny took the opportunity to shuck her jacket, and kick off her shoes. Rosanna did likewise, but had barely straightened up from undoing them when she found the insatiable musician all over her again. Jenny's hands unbuttoned the back of Rosanna's top, which was highly flattering to her voluptuous figure, and yanked it up over her head. Rosanna's black strapless bra was disposed of with a single tweak of the clasp. The two dropped to their knees, and Jenny lowered her head to Rosanna's dark nipple, sucking it expertly till it stood proudly erect from her tanned breast. Rosanna yelped as she felt teeth close over it and tug firmly, the sharp pain heightening the pleasure that she was exuding from every pore. She felt a nimble hand unbutton her jeans, and gasped loudly as a hand slipped down the slick front of her black satin thong, and down over her neatly trimmed pubic hair.

The velvety wetness of Rosanna's pussy enveloped Jenny's fingers, though the restrictive denim did not allow her much room for movement. Removing her hand from Rosanna's knickers, she flirtatiously offered her damp fingers up for her lover's approval.

"Yummy," was all Rosanna uttered as she sensuously sucked Jenny's fingers clean, never breaking eye contact. She awkwardly shifted from one knee to the other, as Jenny worked her tight jeans down her legs. Now clad only in her skimpiest thong, she felt suddenly exposed.

"I think I've outstripped you, by some margin!" she said wryly. In response to this, Jenny Lewis stood, shook out her auburn hair, and silently reached behind herself to undo her zip. A brief wiggle and the shimmering silver dress dropped to the floor. Rosanna let out an audible gasp. Jenny had not been wearing a bra underneath, her pert breasts stood high and proud. Below, Rosanna noted a highly expensive looking pair of lacy white panties, cut high at the sides. Already she could discern a damp spot. 

Still on her knees, she shuffled to Jenny, and nuzzled her through her knickers, breathing in the hot musky scent of a sensual young woman in heat. Sucking on the damp fabric, she felt juices leak into her mouth. Hands tangled into her hair, as Jenny pushed her crotch harder against Rosanna's eager lips and tongue. Locked in this peculiar dance, of circling hips and active licking, the two spent a full five minutes presenting this curious tableau. 

"Enough teasing now!" gasped Jenny, the tantalising layer of lace frustrating her burning desire to cum. 

"You only had to ask" replied Rosanna wickedly, as she tugged the drenched panties down Jenny's thighs, and let them pool in the floor at her feet. "Bed?" she enquired.

"Bed." Jenny agreed.

Picking her heroine up bodily, Rosanna carried her through to the bedroom, and laid her gently down. Pausing only a second to gaze at the magnificent body before her, she dived between Jenny's legs, and began committing a furious act of cunnilingus, aided by her dextrous fingers. Jenny nearly exploded with pleasure as she was simultaneously penetrated by Rosanna's fingers, and her throbbing clit was caught between her lover's teeth. 

"Oh God, oh fuck" she yelped, as she was driven inexorably towards orgasm. Rosanna continued eating her out with glee, before Jenny's wildly bucking hips almost broke her nose. She climaxed long and hard, smearing Rosanna's make-up with her musky cunt-juices. 

Stopping for a moment to catch breath, the two began slowly kissing, sharing the residue of the powerful moment before. Lying side by side, they tenderly explored each other's mouths. "Ready for seconds?" Rosanna enquired. A purring moan was the response. At this Rosanna indicated that Jenny should roll onto her front. She obeyed, her round, pert buttocks high in the air. Rosanna straddled Jenny backwards, and reached round to curl two finger round to stimulate her lovers clitoris. Jenny was about to express her pleasure at this, when she felt first a firm slap on her arse, then a warm wet tongue slither down between her buttocks and circle the dark little circle of her arse. Moaning in appreciation at this, Jenny felt the tongue press further against the rubbery sphincter, and the fingers began to rub harder. This dual assault made Jenny feel outrageous, yet horny as sin. She gripped the sheets like a vice, her legs shaking, desperately seeking to come again. She bucked her hips as Rosanna fucked her arse with her tongue, and her pussy melted under Rosanna's gifted fingers. Swearing loudly, she climaxed for the second time, her whole body shaking at the sensation of this gorgeous student rimming her most intimate parts.

Rolling over, she gripped Rosanna reflexively, their bodies pressed tight together. Her fingers curled round the waistband of Rosanna's thong, and tugged it clean off. Sliding herself between Rosanna's thighs, Jenny kissed her hard. Rosanna sensed what Jenny had in mind and shifted her position, so that their two slick, wet, hot pussies were tight against one another. In this scissoring position the two began to grind. Such was the intensity of this cunt-clashing position, the two both approached orgasm in nearly record time, as their juices mingled.

Rosanna was the more vocal of the pair, screaming aloud as she came, the culmination of her lust-filled infatuation with Jenny finally arriving. The sense of sexual and spiritual fulfillment only intensified the feelings, as she dug her fingernails into Jenny's pale buttocks hard enough to leave red marks. Jenny's orgasm was no less intense, but was stifled, aurally speaking, by her biting hard into Rosanna's shoulder. Their sweating bodies slid across each other as the two relaxed into some semblance of calm.

And it was locked in that moist embrace, that the two dozed off, sated for now. Rosanna's last though before sleep took her was to wonder if there'd be a repeat performance in the morning.



Portland Rain



I left the club and walked toward my hotel. Along they way a short, rather heavy young lady was working the street. It was pouring down rain and while she was trying to stay under a marquee, she had gotten soaked.

"Care to join me?" I asked stopping to face her. I held up two 20's and said that's all I have left 'til tomorrow. But the up side is a nice dry place to spend the rest of the night, a bathroom, and a shower to freshen up in the morning." She took my proffered arm and we walked into the next block and up to my room in the Savoy On The Quay.

Inside she began to undress as I watched, then joined her in shedding my own clothes. She was perfect for me in every way, long haired, plump, short, large breasted and with quite the hairy pubic bush. "How would you like me, hon?" she asked.

"What's your name, first?"

"Donna."

"Pleasant meeting you, Donna."

"Same here ... uhh ..."

"Oh sorry. Richard," I told her. I stepped up to her to embrace her and to hold our naked bodies together.

"Do you kiss?" I asked her.

"Usually not. You know ..."

"Yeah. Oral?"

"Yeah. But ..." she started to say as I raised her face up to mine, placing my fingers under her chin. She opened her mouth and I kissed her with mine opened as well. After a few seconds our tongues met and we French kissed for another extended period of time. Cupping a breast in my hand, my other arm around her, I pulled her tighter against me and felt my cock growing between us. Sliding my hand down to her bare butt, I pressed my fingers into her bottom crease and felt the slippery, greasy area around her anus.

"Ohh, gaaawwwd, baby, that feels goooooood," I told her.

"You can do me there, if you like," she said.

"I might want to," I told her, pressing her back toward the bed and against it. Letting go of her then, she layed back onto the bed and I raised up onto it with her. She let her thighs spread apart as I settled between them, face first into her pussy crease.

"Ohhhhh RICHARD ... I usually don't .... let ... mmmm ... oh Richard, I must smell .... Ohhhhhh ...," she moaned out. "There was a guy earlier ... OH RICHARD ... that feels soooo goooood! But ..."

"No buts, Donna. No worries. I love this." There WAS the decided flavor of another man's cum in her rich pussy juices and pissy flavor. I thoroughly enjoyed licking at and sucking at her hairy lined cunny. She reached down to herself opened and I licked and kissed and sucked at her fingers as she masturbated along with my licking out her pussy. While she rubbed her clit I dipped my tongue down between her bottom cheeks and found her soiled anus. It was somewhat dirty and heavily ladened with her musky anal secretions. I lapped at it voraciously as she pushed down on herself inside and I cleaned the creases and folds of anus, pushing my tongue up inside of her and feeling the end of her next poo ready to come out of her rectum. She let herself close and my tongue slipped back out of her tasty little brown hole and I moved back up through her twat, up into her pu bush and up her tummy, licked and kissed around her belly button and up to her ample titties. My mouth closed around first one and then the other nipple and areolar ring, gave each a little sucking and moved up to her throat and chin and mouth.

My cock didn't even need the guidance of my fingers to enter her, and it slid in past the head and up inside of her loose, wet canal. Her mouth and lips and tongue seized my own, kissing, licking, sucking as she fucked my cock with her pussy. I held myself still for SEVERAL seconds and felt her vaginal muscles working up and down my cock, letting me slide in and out of her. I moved my hips up and down a few more times and stopped again as her pussy virtually sucked me to a HARD ORGASM.

"Ohhh gaaawd, baby ... OH YEAAAH," I gasped as I fucked her harder, in and out and JAMMING MY COCK up into her as far as I could get it ... out a little and HARD and DEEP up into her again, squirting gobbet after gobbet of my cum up into her pussy. She ground her hairy mound up against my own as I finished inside of her and began to slip out. "That was VERY nice, honey. Thank you."

"Thank you for a place to stay the night. I really have nowhere to go."

"Well, stay the night. Get up and clean up in the morning. Take your time. I don't have to be out of here until eleven o'clock and don't have to be at the airport until after three in the afternoon. Care to have lunch with me? Breakfast too for that matter?"

"Sure. Again, thanks," she said as she turned her back to me and I cuddled up against her and awoke in the early light of the morning.