5 comments/ 89955 views/ 25 favorites Triple-Tryst Ch. 01 By: Selbryth Triple-Tryst Ch. 01 "...who's that?" one of the girls asked from the bed. I turned to look. Whichever one it was had obvious wet smears all over her lips and cheeks! Then the other head popped up and they both sat up in bed. I turned and looked at dad and he shrugged. He finally relaxed a little and leaned down on hands and knees and moved forward so his daughters could see. "Daddy!" Courtney (I think) cheered, and then they both came dancing over to join me and dad around the odd puddle on the floor. "Yup," dad said. "Just cleaning up here. I'll be done in a second. I don't want to...you know, disturb...any of you...." Dad glanced at me, and...I'd never seen him look at me that way before. Not quite like that. It was as though he was actually seeing me—for the first time. And it wasn't because I was nude and hairless and all that. It was...as if he wasn't simply The Father just then, but just a man. And having a man look at me like that was at once familiar, but also a little astonishing. Then my sisters were shoulder to shoulder around me and they saw how undressed dad was. They also started to realize what the puddle was. We looked at each other, then back up at our embarrassed father. "...well, the door was open," he said. "I looked in and saw all these bodies slithering around. I was going to just shut the door but I've just never seen anything that...pretty looking before. It was sexy too, but more...pretty, like a pretty painting you see in a museum or something? So I stood and watched and none of you seemed to notice, and if you did—since it was hard for me to see certain things, it being so dark—you didn't seem to mind. I mean, otherwise, why leave the door open, right?" I think the three of us nodded at once. "And well," dad went on, "It got to the point where I was getting pretty...you know; turned-on, and one thing led to another and I started to do stuff and before I knew it, it was all coming out on the floor. I was just going to clean it up and then...you know...." Courtney and Meg were looking at dad, smiling, and then they looked at each other and nodded almost imperceptivity, looked at me and waited. I nodded, smiled. It seemed the only thing to do, and the only thing that would somehow make this entire thing more perfect than it already was. Almost as one, we reached out and took dad by the hands, got up and helped him stand, and then started to pull him into the room with us. "Uh, the living room's bigger, and has a nice thick, soft carpet," I said, and Meg and Courtney, without blinking, began pushing dad down the hall to the living room. Dad was bewildered to say the least, but when we started moving the furniture back, he helped. We made a nice cozy space between the television and couch, and then Meg went to get some blankets and sheets and pillows from the linen closet. We spread everything out and soon we had a huge, comfy bed, fit for a harem! —And strangely, I suddenly felt like I was in a harem. I didn't remember that until a few days later, but it was true. Then when everything was ready and the lights were turned completely off again, Meg went to open the curtains of the huge glass windows and doors facing the back terrace. Starlight poured in. It was crystal clear night with no moon, but the light that came in lit things up just perfectly. Courtney had dad sit with us, and then Meg got behind him and started massaging his shoulders. Dad was still hesitant and uncomfortable, but then he happened to glance at me and I smiled and nodded that it was okay, and he smiled back. He took a breath and closed his eyes, and then time seemed to stop. It was like one single breath had been taken, and then it was held deep in some vast and distant place somewhere. The air felt thick and still, but cool and fresh all at the same time. I watched as my sisters kissed dad's face, his shoulders, his neck—even the top of his balding head!—and then I began to feel the urge to do the same—I couldn't resist it! I crawled over and began running my hands over dad's hairy legs, down to his feet, and then I simply lay on my front and began kissing his knees and calves. I looked up and the girls were laying dad on his back, and while one of them continued kissing his face and chest, the other saw me and grinned ear to ear. Meg! She turned toward me and started kissing dad's belly, and we both watched as dad's cock lifted up fully. It had been halfway erect until then, but now it was sticking straight up. And it was huge. I wondered idly if something that big would fit in my mouth, and then, without a word or hint, Meg turned her head sideways to that big, throbbing thing and ran her lips sideways from its base to the tip. Seeing her do that really got me going and I was there in a flash, on the other side, turning my head sideways like my sister and moving up and down, letting the side of dad's dong glide across my slightly opened mouth. Then Meg and I were doing it at the same time and starting at the same point—our upper and lower lips almost meeting around the thick thing between them—and for quite awhile it went on like that; dad's excited grunts and gasps the only sounds breaking the breathless silence. I personally could have gone on like that for the rest of the night and into the next day, but then dad sat up and looked around. Courtney, who'd been sucking on dad's nipples, sat slightly behind him still, while Meg and I knelt at his sides. "...this is something I never would have imagined could ever happen," dad whispered. His voice was soft and affectionate, but the house was so quiet it was easy to hear. "First I see you three making love, and was amazed. And turned-on too. Can't deny that. Turned-on by my own children—though I can see you're all grown up now. "But," he went on, "It isn't all about you doing things to me. Don't get me wrong, I love how it feels, what you're all doing. But...for instance...." Dad looked at Courtney and waved her over. She crawled over pillows and stopped right in front of dad, just as he'd motioned, on hands and knees, sideways to him. He smiled at her for a second, then bent his head to her shoulder and touched his cheek against her skin. He sighed and she shivered, and then dad reached gently under her and caressed her boobs. She shivered again. I could see her skin dulling because of the goose-flesh, and the sight made me envy her a little. I wanted that too! Then dad stopped fondling her and looked at Meg and I. "Come on," he whispered. "Both of you come here like your sister and let me touch you. I want to enjoy all three of you the same way...." Meg went and positioned herself next to Courtney, shoulder to shoulder, but dad had other ideas. "Girl, boy, girl," he said, and my sisters made room and I got between them. I felt like I was one of the ponies on a merry-go-round, with two females at each side. Then dad got up on his knees and started to move around us, touching us here and there, caressing, kissing, fondling. I heard Meg gasp, then Courtney, and then I felt dad reach under and take hold of my prick. I thought I would spurt right then and there, but I managed to only gasp. I raised my head and looked at him and he winked. "You're smooth as silk," he said. "Just like your sisters...." he pulled and pushed on my dong and I felt a small amount of pre-come squeeze through the core of my dick and drip out onto dad's hand. He smiled and then rose up on his knees so I could see his own organ. It was so hard it was throbbing, and as I watched—and then Courtney and Meg too—dad took my pre-come and wiped it on the head of his cock. Then he reached out and rubbed those same fingers up through my sister's pussy-lips to wet them, and again rubbed the secretions on the head of his massive thing. "It's all the same wonderful, sweet, thick goo," dad said, and then he went around behind us. I didn't dare turn to look but neither did my sisters. It seemed part of the game somehow; the three of us all in a row, on hands and knees, heads looking straight ahead. Then I heard Courtney gasp and hold her breath. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her arch. Her head fell back slightly and her eyes closed. I couldn't contain my smile! She looked so pretty like that, so beautiful, and I knew that dad had made a good choice. She moaned more and shuddered, then gasped again. "I'm sorry baby," dad whispered in her ear, and she nodded, eyes still closed. Then there was a soft, wet, sucking sound to my other side and Meg gasped and shivered. She made a grunting noise as she let her breath out, and then there was that same moist sound after a few moments of shivering, breathless silence. Dad apologized to Meg just as he had to Courtney. I didn't really understand why at first, but when I heard dad add "...I just want things on a level playing field—for now...." I waited, and then something wet and slimy and firm was pressed up against my bung-hole. I took a breath and braced myself, and then the thing was pushing in. I relaxed and let it enter me and then it was pushing and sliding and spreading me. I moaned, caught my breath. I arched, and realized I was just the same as my sisters. His "level playing field" meant he hadn't penetrated them vaginally. The thought made me smile so hard I thought my face would split in half! Then dad pulled out of me—his dick making that same soft, wet noise as it exited—and I felt him move to my left. He made Meg moan, but this time he thrust in and out several times before stopping and moving—behind me again! Dad pushed in and I felt something wet splatter down the crack of my ass—saliva I assumed—and then he was thrusting, fucking me in my ass! It felt so good I wanted it to never end, but it did. With a gentle but firm motion, dad pulled out and got behind Courtney. For maybe half an hour dad went back and forth between us like that, reaming each of us in turn, giving each the same number of thrusts and then moving on. No favorites. With everything—the whole world, maybe—still in that timeless, breathless 'moment,' dad then stopped and sat back cross-legged in one of the mounds of pillows and blankets. The three of us came out of the shivering, expectant pleasure we'd been immersed in and looked back at him. He was all smiles, looking happier than we'd ever seen him, and with his eyes just a tiny bit glossy. "I really did interrupt you three," he said softly. "...but I want to make it right. Meg? Courtney? You two were doing what when Ronny found me out?" My sisters glanced at each other then back at our dad. "...we were—" Meg started. "—making love," Courtney finished. "Like how? Show us..." My sisters did not need a single extra word of encouragement. They turned opposite each other, got on their sides, raised the appropriate leg, and began feasting on each other's pussy again. They moved and adjusted themselves so easily it was as if they'd done it for years. In moments they were in their own world again, and with no fear of being discovered or 'caught'—indeed, with the full encouragement and blessing of dad—they seemed to lose all inhibition. Dad motioned for me to come sit beside him and I did, and for a few moments we watched silently as Meg and Courtney began to writhe and undulate against each other, their mouths firmly attached to one another's pussy, tongues darting, poking, flicking. "I've never seen anything so lovely," dad whispered, almost to himself. I looked over at him and he was sitting there with a wistful smile on his face as he watched his daughters enjoying each other. Then dad blinked and turned to look at me. "Aside from you, I mean Ronny..." My insides shivered. In the same moment I felt warmth and cold, excitement and fear, and an overall sense of being wanted! Yes I knew my sisters wanted me, and that perhaps unknown, unseen people back at college wanted me, but no one up until that moment had ever made me feel wanted. Not like that! "...dad, I...." I began, but dad cut me off. "You don't have to, you know," he said. "I mean, I don't expect you to do gay things with me, even though I don't really consider myself gay. I see other men and have no interest. I see you, with your soft, sleek, smooth body, and...it's not like wanting a man. And I don't mean you're not a man, so don't get me wrong. It's just that you're so...." "—feminine?" I asked. "But not in a bad way," dad said. I knew he was confused, or at least uncomfortable with what he was trying to say. I couldn't blame him; I'd been that way too—but only till this very moment! All at once I knew what I was, and how I could be, and it didn't bother me. Then there was a groan and we both looked over at the girls. One of them was visibly trembling as she orgasmed. "Dad?" I asked, and dad turned back to look at me. "I know I'm a guy, but I'm also something else. More like them I suppose..." I cocked my head toward my sisters. "Maybe...just pretend that I'm like Meg and Courtney...I don't mind. In fact, I would feel honored—I know it sounds stupid—if you'd be with me. I don't have everything they can give you, but...I don't mind being feminine, if it's with you...." And the moment I said it, it struck me: it really was that way with me. Even as dad smiled and leaned close and kissed my shoulder, I knew it was true. I couldn't imagine having my roommate or some other guy touch me. Ever! Not the way dad was touching me right then. His hands were running down my back, and I got my knees under me and leaned forward on my hands to give him what he wanted. He caressed my ass and then let his hand slide down the backs of my thighs. I shivered. But the thoughts—my thoughts—were clear. I could be with my sisters and share their beauty somehow, because I was like them. And they weren't opposed to me, being male, being with them. It was as though they were lesbian and accepted me as a woman—at least that was the way I felt—but they didn't object to having a man touch them—this one special man who was now leaning down low and kissing the bottoms of my feet. My cock stood erect, pointing at the floor. I spread my knees a little and dad went on kissing my heels and licking my ankles. Goose-flesh stood out everywhere. My nipples hardened. Just this man. Just this one special man! Triple-Tryst Ch. 01 Dad's smile was warm and sweet and loving. I remember that. His eyes moved down from my face, over my heaving chest, and then down between my legs. He nodded, and then crawled between my legs, put a little saliva on his fingers and wiped it on the head of his cock, and then held my ankles and moved in closer. A moment later I felt that same, oversized bulge trying to push into my rear, but this time, after all the pre-stretching, it wasn't long before dad was an inch—and then two inches—into me. I gasped. I squirmed. He pushed more and then stopped. I felt him turn and opened my eyes and saw that he was looking back at Meg and Courtney. "Baby?" he called to either of them. "Could one of you get daddy's moisturizer—right there on the end-table?" One of my sisters rolled off the other and crawled quickly over to the end-table, got the bottle and walked on her knees over to dad. She handed it to him, smiling, smiled at me, and went quickly back to what she'd been doing. Her expression had been one of total tenderness, but also abject desperation. I assumed she'd been right in the middle of something—just as I was—because of how flushed she was and how dripping wet her lips and chin were! Dad then squirted some of the lotion down where his thick prong was stretching me so wide open, and pushed in a little further. I gasped. He pulled back and applied more of the moisturizer and then set the bottle aside and took hold of my legs again. He leaned forward over me and for about the next twenty minutes—in this still, timeless world—he made love to me that way; making me feel so completely womanly that the churning, squeezing vein in my groin seemed to become real and physical! And as he thrust his huge thing in and out of my squeezing ass he murmured hushed little things down to me. Kissing my limply wagging legs he said, "...pretty girl...so pretty. Your pretty legs, your lovely ankles...." My feet pointed, my toes spread and then clenched. He was so deep inside me, so forceful and yet so tender that all I could think of was that I wanted to be with him forever, to be with him and be his friend and lover and...woman. Then the deep, thrusting massage—a thing which seemed to rub and relax my entire insides—started to create a throbbing somewhere deep inside me. A burning throb which turned into a flutter, and the flutter becoming uncontrollable. I felt a rich, hot vein of what must've been pure lava, break through some dam and start to race upward and forward. I felt it suddenly reach the base of my prick and I gasped. Hot shivering waves of relief coursed through me as I ejaculated into a growing puddle on my belly! My skin burned and then turned bumpy. My nipples turned into solid coins and more semen spit out. Dad grunted and rammed me even harder, even deeper, and then when I thought I would die, he pushed my knees back over me, put my two feet together side by side and fed my toes to his mouth. He sucked them, slobbered saliva all over and moaned deep and low. I felt it. I felt his cock in me, a huge, thick thing, motionless in my deepest place. I felt it lifting, undulating, and watched as dad's face turned from reddish brown with veins standing out on his forehead, to something that was calming. He panted, groaned twice more, caught his breath, and then went back to thrusting in and out for a few seconds. The moist sounds of a well-lotioned cock plunging in and out of my rectum now became wetter, juicier. I could feel something leaking down my crack each time he thrust in. He went on kissing my toes and then let my legs hang back over his shoulders as he leaned over me on both hands. Sweat dripped from his face but he seemed to glow—all over. He smiled, his thick dong still buried to the hilt in my ass, and then readjusted his position slightly and sat back on his heels. We stayed like that for quite some time and slowly dad's member shrank and withdrew and my anal muscles finally expelled him completely, giving both of us a gasping shiver. Then dad gently laid my legs to his sides and moved back from me. In the background there was the sound of a muffled moan—much higher than any sound dad or I had made—and we both glanced over at the other side of the harem. One of my sisters lay flat on her back while the other squatted over her left foot, going up and down, her pelvis rolling and swaying on each down stroke. She gasped again and then I looked up at dad and he finally looked back at me. "...she's got nothing on you, baby," he said to me, and despite everything, I felt myself blush! Triple-Tryst Ch. 02 Triple-Tryst Ch. 02 Her skin smelled warm and alive and sweet. I kissed her lips and she started to smile while our lips were still touching. "...I love you so much..." she breathed into my mouth. "I love you too, Sissy," I told her, and then there was a slap on my ass. "Aw c'mon you two," Meg laughed. "We tossed a coin to see who'd be first, but sheesh—you have to get all...mushy like this?" I looked at Courtney, and she looked right back at me. I could almost feel her thoughts—which made me glad we were triplets! Sitting up, Courtney pushed our sister flat on her ass, and told me to hold her down. This I did, Meg laughing and kicking her legs in glee, but when Courtney went around and squatted right over Meg's laughing mouth, her back to me—and then pressed her still molten, dripping pussy on her sister's lips—the laughter stopped. I heard Meg moan through the slick mass that was wiping and rubbing against her face, and then felt her legs relax. I let go and sat back and for the next twenty or thirty minutes, I watched as Courtney shared what she had just gotten from me, with our sister. It was incredibly sexy to see, and by the time they were through, I was as hard and ready as ever! Then, just to make sure Meg didn't have time to make a joke or spoil the mood again, I pulled her legs open, lifted them, and got my knees under her thighs. I heard her gasp into her sister's cunt, and then I pushed and entered her. She moaned, and Courtney looked over her shoulder at what I was doing. She grinned, and then got off Meg's face. She knelt right there beside her, leaning over and kissing her surprised, gasping mouth while I began to ram Meg deep and hard and fast. I knew it would be quite awhile until I got to the point of spurting again so I settled in for a nice, long fuck. Triple-Tryst Ch. 03 Triple-Tryst Ch. 03 Orgasms! My sisters jerked and twitched—even as they tried to hold on to each other. Their bottoms began to roll and undulate. Meg's overhanging leg stretched out; her foot pointed. Courtney simply arched her back to make her ass stick out. Dad kept pushing and pulling and for awhile it just went on like that—both sisters gasping and moaning into each other's smearing mouths—but then dad, who was shirtless, started to get his shoes and pants off. He left the dildos buzzing away where they were while he got naked, and though Courtney's slipped out, dad was right there again to reinsert it. I was so into watching I didn't even think to maybe get to a more concealed place; I was just standing tall and in the open, staring with my mouth hanging open wide. That was when dad happened to look over and saw me, and for an instant, he was the one with his mouth open! He just stared at me, like he was seeing someone else, or someone he knew, and then I could tell in his eyes, that he finally realized it was me and relaxed a little bit. He tossed his head for me to come over, and I gladly went. I so wanted to be a part of all that, I could barely think! I made my way around the couch and was about to kneel down beside dad when he said, "No, sweetie. Just stand there and let me admire you for a moment. Mind?" I shook my head in answer, but now my thoughts were filled with the word admire and it made me so happy inside I almost felt like singing—or humming along with those two dildos! As dad continued sliding those things in and out of my sisters—neither of whom knew I was standing there due to their being on some other planet at the time—I started to feel just a bit self conscious. I mean, I knew he knew I was me, but he kept looking and studying and keening his eyes. I noticed him look at my legs, then up to my face. He studied my shoes and then I knew he was looking at my boobs. I decided to turn a little bit to give him different views and when I did, he smiled. "Oh come here honeybunch!" he finally said and I went gladly! I knelt right there next to him and dad leaned toward me. I thought he wanted to kiss me, but instead he whispered in my ear, "Wanna hold one of these in your sister so we can get a little better acquainted?" I nodded, reached down between Meg's legs and grasped the protruding base of the dildo. I pushed it deep and my sister moaned. It was a nice sort of 'power' to have! But then dad sat back on his heels, just smiling at me. "If I didn't see it with my own two eyes, I would never believe it," he said finally. "What do you mean dad?" I asked. "Well, like I said before, there really is nothing about you that's male. Not when you want to be, I mean. And now...look at you. No doubt now. No confusing you for a drag queen or anything close." Courtney made a shivering, gagging noise. I looked over and her leg was raising into a stiff point. Dad gently kissed her ankle and pushed her leg back down with his free hand. "You always dress up?" dad continued. I shook my head. "Well, could've fooled me. Got anything on underneath?" I nodded. "Well, speak up, girl!" Dad laughed, and I finally relaxed a little. In fact when I relaxed I seemed to 'relax' into that other part of me. "Yes, I sure do," I said, and even my voice sounded lighter, higher. "Want me to show you?" Dad's eyes widened, but then he smiled and laughed. "Maybe in a little while," he said. "First, want to help me with something?" I nodded again, and dad gently pulled the dildo out of Courtney, and waited while I did the same thing with Meg. Then he stood and went to the large, crisp paper shopping back on the seat of the couch. I couldn't help but gaze at his boner when he stood, but then he had a couple of large boxes and handed me one of them. In the background, almost in another world far away, Meg and Courtney were moving, sitting up, rubbing the goose-flesh off their arms. They scooted a little closer to see what dad and I were up to. "Hey, cute skirt!" Courtney said to me. "Cute everything," Meg told me and I wanted to just hug them for being so kind! I opened my box without really looking at what it was. I reached in and pulled out...a big, long dildo which was attached to a harness of some sort. It had hook-n-loop closures, but it also had a secondary prong which would...I tried to imagine it—sink into a woman's pussy while she wore it. Then dad had Courtney stand up before him and started to put the thing on her. It looked sexy in a strange way. Courtney moved the straps and got the secondary prong inserted in her, and then tightened the closures. She stood there looking rather puzzled, but happy to have the thing on her at the same time. I was helping sister Meg on with hers. It was the same type of device, purple in color instead of greenish like Courtney's, and when she had it on I started to wonder what it would be like to have Meg do it to me that way. A part of me really enjoyed the prospect! Then dad turned from the two girls—who were now doing a sort of back and forth 'swordfight' thing with their new dildos—and leaned toward me. "Get the other two boxes, would you, honey-girl?" he whispered. "In fact just bring the whole bag over here. There's some other stuff in there...." I got up and did as I was asked, and then set the bag down between dad and me. He reached in and tossed me a box. I opened it and pulled out yet another dildo. This was a little different though because by the picture it was meant to be worn by a guy, just above his own real penis. Dad took his out and it was the same thing. He looked at the picture and nodded, and then got the straps around him and got into position. It looked really alien and weird, but sexy too. The rubber dong lay right on top of dad's real erection and I knew what it was for. I only wished I were made like Meg and Courtney! I glanced over and my sisters were still playing around bonking their dildos together. They looked so cute doing that, so adorable, but then Meg knelt in front of Courtney and started sucking on Courtney's 'dick.' It was pretty arousing to see even though the thing wasn't real. Dad had pretty much given up on paying any attention to them. He waved me close and I leaned toward him expecting another whispered message. Instead, he kissed my nose! "...want to show me now?" he asked, and I got a thrill that shot right through every pore of my body. I inhaled, gulped, and then got to my feet. Off to the side, Courtney now was on all fours with Meg right behind her, and with a quick dip and push, Meg inserted her dildo into Courtney. She leaned back, took hold of Courtney's cute hips and began fucking her right then and there. Courtney held her breath and I could tell she was trying to keep the noise down. But dad was still staring up at me, and I felt nervous. Like stage fright. I unbuttoned the cuffs of the blouse, then reached up and undid the front buttons, and little by little I got the blouse opened and off. I was trying to hurry, but it seemed that dad wasn't actually in any hurry, so I started to take my time and pretend I was doing a little striptease for him. It was like moving to music that nobody could hear. I could hear it. Almost. I reached down to my waist, smoothed my hands down over the front of the skirt, and then reached to the hem and pulled it up and then down for a little peek-a-boo. Dad's grin widened. I turned and pushed my ass out and flipped the back of the skirt up and back down, showing him my panties. I looked over my shoulder and dad looked so pleased I thought he was going to applaud. But then the skirt was off and I continued doing a little step and turn and a step and a step, and I pulled the foam rubber things out of the front of the camisole, tossed them aside, got the blouse open and shrugged out of it, and then went to my knees right in front of dad. I leaned back and stuck one leg out at him, pointed my foot and waited while he took my shoe off, then pulled my leg back and stuck the other out at him. He really seemed to like that a lot. Then I stuck the first leg out at him and undid the clasps of the garter belt, pushed the stocking down a bit, and then let dad pull it the rest of the way off. I pointed my bare toes at him and he went to kiss them but I pulled my foot back just in time. He laughed. I'd never seen him look so happy! Then I let dad take my other stocking off the same way. This time though I let him hold my leg. He moved closer and nuzzled his face against my calf, turned his head right at the end and kissed the inside of my ankle. I felt tingles race all up and through me, and then, because I really needed a break, I pulled my leg out of his hands and sat back and took off the garter belt. I tossed it at him and dad caught it, pressed it to his face and inhaled. Now I was in just panties and camisole, and I decided the camisole was prettier than the panties, and slid my panties off. Not wanting him to see my taped up thing, I brought my legs back together and halfway under me, as if I was sitting side-saddle on a horse. This showed my hip and thigh and the rest of my leg and my foot, but didn't give him a crotch view. He came closer and reached for me. I let him caress my legs, enjoying each and every tingle, and then his hands went up under my camisole and my breaths got faster and deeper. The way he was touching me—it was different. He'd touched me before, touched my legs just now, but the way he was touching me, I knew somehow it was especially for me; like dad wasn't just touching a body: he was touching me! I felt so hot and squirmy I could barely think, and then he reached up and put his palm over my boob and I thought I was going to come right then and there. I didn't know how—maybe just spurt back underneath me or something—but it was such an incredibly sensuous feeling my mind went totally blank. I remember looking over and seeing my two sisters still taking turns giving head to each other's dongs, but things were still and blurry all at the same time. Then dad said something to them and they came closer, and then one of them got behind me and she and dad got me to lean forward on my hands, and then got my knees spread out a little, and I was in the doggy position. I felt so ready; ready for anything. And then my other sister and dad helped peel the camisole off me, and then I just don't know: I guess my readiness turned straight into this ache and longing that was hard to control. I just so wanted to be fucked—wanted and needed to!—and then, as if to answer my desires, my sister, the one behind me, began lubricating my hole with some lotion or gel. She pushed a finger into me, and a moment later my opening relaxed and accepted her finger with ease, but the next moment that finger pulled out and was replaced by something twice or three times its thickness. I closed my eyes, held my breath, and then the thing was pushing in. I don't know how long it went on; I completely lost track of time. An hour maybe? But in that time the pleasure of having one—and then the other—of those thick dildos thrusting in and out and in sent me on a trip that can still remember almost moment by moment. It was like a memory and a fantasy all rolled into one, like a vision you hear people talk about. It was as though my soul floated up and out of my body, and I was able to look down at myself—at this man/woman or woman/man, being constantly and steadily screwed in the ass. I could still feel that wonderful, deep inner massage as it was going on, but I was a spectator at the same time. My skin burned. It was like a sunburn all over my body—everywhere. And my skin seemed to shiver over and over again (like when you hear nails scratched on a blackboard), to the point where even the slightest touch set me off in a gasp. But at the same time I seemed to be sitting off to the side, watching this all go on. I seemed to be watching, and when I'd look down I'd see this handsome thing jutting from my crotch—purple or green—and then I'd look over from there and see dad kneeling or sitting cross-legged, also watching. Sometimes he'd look over at me, and he'd smile, but I remember a moment when we just kept looking at each other, and the look felt warmer and happier, and I got up, took off the dildo and went crawling over to be closer to dad. I wanted more than to just sit there, and before I settled down, dad took me by the hips, turned me and brought me over in front of him. I knelt there with my back to him, and it seemed that every place inside me wanted to be filled. I felt hollow with only a fast, excitedly beating heart and nothing else but echoing nothingness, and then dad touched my shoulders and ran his fingers lightly down my back and I shivered and seemed to melt all through and through. Then dad kissed my right shoulder. I couldn't help gasping! My nipples stood out and a quivering sensation started from somewhere behind my pubic bone and rippled upward through me until it fill my chest. I exhaled, but then dad's hands were smoothing downward over my hips, and the only thing that seemed like it might prevent all these wonderful chills from making my mind explode was to lean over—which I did. I leaned over onto my elbows, leaving my ass high in the air behind me, and the next thing I knew, dad's fingers were tracing the contours of my ass-cheeks, gliding down the inner curves of my crack, and then down over my pussy lips! I shivered. I buried my face in my arms and gasped and moaned, but his fingers didn't stop. They touched and brushed, caressed the backs of my thighs all the way to the backs of my knees, and then swept back over the backs of my calves. My toes curled up tight, but then dad's fingers slid over the balls of both my feet and touched the undersides of my toes. I felt my organ stiffen, but now it was a tiny thing. My clit. Hard and stiff. It seemed to throb with my heartbeat, but even faster sometimes! And around it were molten lips which swelled and got hot, and then dad's finger—just one—was there, sliding through my wetness, up and then down slowly, and when it had gone up and down so many times that I thought I would go insane, I finally, when it reached the exact right spot, pushed myself backward and let my pussy swallow it whole. Then the finger was plunging in and out and dad was saying something that I couldn't understand. I seemed to have lost the ability to understand words and could only go by sensations and feelings. Plunging. He was plunging and I was plunging back against him. Things inside me tightened and squeezed, and I felt shivers that wouldn't stop—couldn't stop—and I came and my body seemed to explode from that exact center—right where that finger was thrusting—outward in all directions! And then dad started wiping my wetness upward and through my crack. He was wetting my bung-hole and that only made me want him more. I couldn't believe it was going to happen and wanted it so badly I could hardly wait. Impatience. I was filled with it. Then, one of the times dad's second finger traveled up with its slick load to wet my rear opening, it stopped and then pushed into me. I took in so much air I thought my lungs would explode! Then his finger pushed deeper while his other finger, the first one, remained buried halfway in my cunt. I held myself as steady as I could, but I was shaking from head to toe. I couldn't help it! Then the only thing I could do, I did; because dad was taking so long penetrating me, I pushed up on my hands so I'd have more leverage, and pushed back against him. Being penetrated in both my holes at once was almost more than I could take. I thought—feared actually—that I'd gone too far. Maybe I'd hurt myself—or would—from too much pleasure, but then dad was pulling back and pushing in and then again faster and then faster, and he filled my two holes and completely and utterly did not hesitate using them! I gasped. My chest felt like it exploded, and then I drifted into another place. It was like the pleasure was just pushing me like a wave, and when I inhaled again I could feel a firm, pleasant pressure against my pussy-bone. Looking down I saw my brother. I smiled because he didn't look like a brother, but more like a sister! My sister. I glanced over to where the sounds of gasping and groaning had gotten really loud, saw my sister, Meg, having sex with dad—my dad. On her hands and knees, dad right behind her. I hoped that would happen to me soon; just like that. I caught a glimpse of the special thing that was being done; dad had his handsome, beautiful thing in my sister's pussy, and a second thing—like the one I was now wearing—sliding in and out of her ass-hole. It looked so wonderful, I wanted it to happen to me—right now! Just like this! In and out of me, slowly, steadily. My pussy and ass stretching around those things, those firm, long things that were so thick and smooth! They moved like two fingers in a glove—the fingers of the glove—that was me. Silky, slick, smooth. In and out and in, both ways at once. Shivering all over, nipples hard—just jutting out like fingertips. In and out! My brother now in front of me. So sweet! How is it that's he's like that—like us? He's not, but he is. Soft and smooth all over. Hairless. Pretty. So pretty! Not fair that he should be so pretty. Prettier than us—no, we're identical, all three of us! How could he be prettier? And now I heard my sister Courtney. She was asking me something. To turn over? On my back? Yes I will! I felt her pull her thing out of me, that huge, thick prong. I got shivers when it finally passed out of me, and now I turned over. I looked up at her. If there was anyone I would wish to look like, it would be her. —Or Meg. Both so sexy and beautiful. So much the same but so different. Like I was different. I pulled my legs back, grabbed my knees; back and wide apart. Wider. Spreading myself! And now she spread her knees out under me and put the head of that thing into me. She pushed and my body trembled. She pushed more and more of the dildo slid into me. Halfway. More than half. And now she began pushing and pulling, letting her pelvis roll to stroke the thing in and out. So thick, but I was stretched now—wide. No ache. No stretching. I could—and was—taking it all into me. But what a sight! My gorgeous sister, so totally naked above me, leaning over, smiling sweetly as she shoved that giant cock in and out of my ass. My ass. My only hole. I smiled back at her and felt my thing throb and try to lift from its place. I reached down to touch it. It was so desperately hard, even bent back like that! But the thrusting, the enlarging of my ass-hole suddenly brought me to a different place; like my whole body was going to gently part up the middle and fall in two pieces. I closed my eyes, felt a pleasantly warm burning sensation all through my insides and started to float away again. Dad in me. I'd wanted it—expected it—that first night. His thing in my pussy and that other thing in my ass. I loved having him in my ass before. He was so big. I never thought it was that big but it was. Huge, massive. And now he was in my cunt! Shivers raced through me from that connection, that plunging, that penetration. And I was sooo completely penetrated. Both ways at once! There was no doubt. It wasn't like a dream at all. This was real: my own daddy had his penis in my vagina and the dildo in my ass. Real sex. Like with Ronny—but, who is Ronny? Your "sister" Ronny, idiot! The one over there with Courtney. Just look at her—look at them! She looked so pretty like that, all crouched over, ramming him. Him? Look at Ronny's legs and feet pointing like that. Such god damned pretty legs! And she's fucking... "her." Ronny was a "her," a "she." Look at the way "she's" just reaching up with everything and hugging and holding Courtney. Triple-Tryst Ch. 03 That's what I want to be doing, but...dad just feels so "good" inside me like this. So wonderful. So perfect! But I'm not Meg, am I? I wondered who I was and realized I was still me. Then I remembered other times that something like this had happened. In a dream. Something about a car nearly hitting me—her. I'd sat up in bed just about to scream. I phoned and it had not been serious. I remember crying, thinking about losing one of them—any of them! I'd cried myself to sleep and opened my eyes to another dream and was in the hospital with doctors and nurses hurrying around. I felt the throb on my head where I'd bumped it, and now... But I never knew how deeply in-love my sisters were! It was so beautiful it made my throat tighten. I wanted to cry, but couldn't. It was too happy, too warm. At first Meg catching a glimpse of Courtney as Courtney came out of the shower in their dorm; hair straggly, towel wrapped around, and feet bare. Pretty feet. Pretty legs. Meg hadn't smiled and had just looked up, then down. Courtney hadn't seen, but Meg was puzzled, surprised. It was something new to find this woman attractive. Of course she was "attractive," but this was another kind of attraction. Even Courtney. Waking with a start in the middle some night. Sitting up in bed and glancing around for the reassuring lump under the covers in the other bed. And it had been there. That and a bare leg sticking awkwardly out from under the covers. The sight had not only reassured Courtney, but made her think of other things. "...daddy?" Meg gasped from far away. "...yes baby?" "...please...I just want you...just where you are now...." Meg whispered. I turned my head and saw dad pulling gently back from his thrusts. He deftly undid the dildo and took it off, then reached down to guide himself back into my sister. I could tell by the angle of her lovely butt and dad's glistening rod that he really was back in the same hole—her pussy-hole. I looked up into Courtney's eyes. They were a little blank, but they focused. I smiled and she smiled back. "Maybe you should be over there too, huh?" I said to her. "I mean, why shouldn't we all share dad...right?" Courtney's face began to light up. She nodded, and a moment later she was pulling back from me, careful not to just yank the dildo out of my ass, and a moment after that I was leaning back against some piece of living room furniture that had long blended in to the rest of the scenery of our little 'love-nest.' I watched Courtney go and sidle up shoulder-to-shoulder with Meg—smiling back at dad—and then watched as dad pulled out of Meg, moved over, and started to fuck Courtney in just the same way he'd been fucking Meg—in her pussy. To think that father and daughters were having actual sexual intercourse was somehow even more exciting that when the three of us had been doing it together. When dad ejaculated, the very same semen that formed each of their bodies—our bodies—would be pumping into them; not just their brother's jizz. I got a shiver remembering how I'd seen dad's goo in my toilet water and that shiver vibrated down to my toes then back up into my crotch. Reaching down, I untaped myself and let everything stick out in the open. My cock, having been bent backward, had only been half hard. Now it stood up fully, and I really enjoyed the feeling. But it wasn't like before; not like when I'd been with the girls and had that overwhelming male feeling take over. I was excited, and my male member was erect, but I still felt that other part of me appreciating and enjoying what I was seeing. And it was really enjoyable! Dad had just finished fucking Courtney, and now he was moving back behind Meg again. A moment to insert himself and then he was slamming back and forth like a machine. I sat up to see a little better. I crossed my legs and tucked my thing under my ankles. Meg gasped, and that sound sent a thrill through me! Courtney simply held her position, waiting for her turn again, and I realized that what I really wanted was to join them; to get right in line like that first time and have my turn with dad. But that was too selfish. I mean, I'd had him all to myself, and now it was time for my sisters to get what they wanted. I couldn't just hog dad all to myself and not share. But it looked so luscious, what was going on! I leaned forward and was about to start crawling over there when I stopped. No. If I went over there, dad wouldn't hesitate fucking me, but he'd be fucking me in the ass, and then he'd have filth on his cock and then that filth would get rubbed into my sister's cunts, and then...I didn't want them to get bacteria in there—in that place! Again I wished I were built like them. It was really frustrating! Then Courtney happened to look over. Meg cried out again beside her, but Courtney's eyes steadied in mine and for a moment—a long moment it felt like—we just gazed into each other's eyes. Then dad was getting behind her, and the moment he pushed into her, it was as though I could feel it—that hard thing penetrating me, but not in my ass. I felt a ripple inside me, a twisting current of pure lust, pure want. My nipples hardened. I gasped, and then I could see why I could feel dad in that particular part of me. —Because I was now gazing across the living room at the feminine male body on hands and knees by the sofa! It was like switching bodies, like migrating from one place to another, and now, now I could feel dad ramming my cunt, pushing hard and deep. I could feel every inch of him, and as my eyes started to close and my mind began to drift, I saw myself—my own face across the room—give me a sly, wicked grin and a wink. I watched the hand move down and take hold of the cock, and then saw that hand start to work that thing up and down and up. Dad shoved in deep and I grunted. Things got hazy and warm. I pushed back against him, anxious to receive more of him, more deeply inside me, and dad complied! This time I seemed to stay out of my own body for a lot longer. I began to wonder if I were really, in fact, Courtney and that I had just been having an out-of-body experience of my own, feeling things that my brother Ronny had been experiencing. But every time I'd open my eyes and glance over at what Ronny was doing, it just somehow looked too weird. I wasn't used to seeing Ronny like that and not the reverse image in a mirror. And what was he doing? Dad got through with my turn and I turned and crawled off toward my brother. I was still shivering from head to toe from what dad had done to me, but I wanted to see what was going on over here. Besides, with four people in the room, nobody should be left alone! I crawled nearer and then nearer. It was getting dark now, maybe toward the evening, but there was more than enough light to see. Ronny was kneeling there, body erect, back arched, eyes closed, knees widely spread, and he was moving up and down and side to side just ever so slightly. I have to admit, seeing him like that, so totally naked and with his makeup still on and his body so smoothly shaved and all—really got me going! And now his thing had gotten undone and was sticking... Ronny had his feet crossed under him. At that angle the soles of both feet were facing upward, and laying and pressed—and rubbing—across these was his cock! I'd never see anything as cute before (except for that time I'd fallen in love with Meg's bare leg when it had gotten uncovered as she slept! I still thought about that sometimes. There'd just been something about the way the moonlight or streetlight from outside, had caught that pretty leg of hers, and now, looking at Ronny, I was getting that same aroused feeling! Like I wanted to just go over there and lick it! —Except it would be hard to decide which thing to lick; my brother's darling foot (or both of them), or his small but really incredibly beautiful thing. I decided to just get nearer and decide later. Ronny was totally unaware of me watching. He was completely lost in whatever world of rubbing, pushing, undulating pleasure he was in, and I certainly couldn't fault him for that. But...I wanted to join in. I could see that he had things perfectly in hand (or 'on-foot' I suppose!), so there wasn't much a girl could do. But seeing him doing that was just too sexy to do nothing about. I decided I'd join him by 'not' joining him, and without a second thought, and without either him or my sister or dad noticing or even seeing, I got up on my knees just like Ronny, got my feet crossed under me and lowered myself down on my heel and the ball of my foot. I felt the pressure against my pussy and instantly I was rolling and shoving and grinding myself to delirium just like he was! I felt myself coming. I caught my breath, held it, and then a voice cleared just a few feet directly in front of me. "...at first I wasn't sure if it was happening," I heard my brother say. His voice was a little higher, a little lighter than normal; he sounded just like Meg—or myself! I opened my eyes and sooo wanted to jump on him that it's not even funny. But I stopped grinding and simply knelt there listening. "And then I sorta got pissed," he continued saying. "I mean, it's cool and all drifting around and feeling what it's like to be in Meg's or your body, but...really! It was getting kind of annoying, you know Ronny?" Hearing my name being spoken by me—except this 'me' was facing me!—was really disorienting. I felt dizzy suddenly. "Hey, you okay?" Courtney seemed to speak from my own body; the body of Ronny! I nodded but Ronny/Courtney was there in an instant, holding me by the arms, making sure I didn't spin and crash. I nodded again to say I was all right, but with us being face to face, it also meant we were crotch to crotch. And the thing pressed up against my mons pubis wasn't something I could simply ignore. I gasped and then this wonderful and strange (though familiar now) sensation and yearning came up through me. It was the same as when I had thought of dad before, and before I could think or refuse or reason or react, I was laying backward onto the soft padding of all those extra blankets and sheets and pillows, laying back and sliding my feet up toward my butt. My knees came up and I spread them—wide—and a moment later Courtney was crawling over me, covering my body with hers, and then, just like that, she reached down and guided her cock into me. Into my cunt. Triple-Tryst Ch. 03 Courtney was still behind a clump of thick bushes—a hedge bordering the upper terrace and concealing the stairs down—and was pacing slowly back and forth, hands clasped behind her back. She saw me and smiled, then looked puzzled, and then smiled again. "What is it?" I asked her. I hoped it wasn't the makeup. I wondered if I looked like a drag-queen or something even though I wasn't wearing a thing. "Oh, it's just that..." Courtney said, still glancing at me up and down, "That...it's like we've suddenly become quadruplets or something; three girls and a boy, and I'm...I'll just have to get used to the extra person. C'mon girl, let's go hunt down the wild MeganDad before we get star-burned standing out here like this...." My sister turned and as I followed her, I really did start feeling like the third sister. Triple-Tryst Ch. 03 And now other fingers found the edges of the surgical tape which held my most private parts up against me. They pulled and the tape came undone. My thing flipped upward into the cool night air. It was chilled but still hard. Now I was naked. There was absolutely nothing to hide me, and in reality, nothing to hide. I wanted to be this open, this exposed. There was no harm. I trusted each thing that happened, each hand and finger, each smile. More wetness dripped down, and then something bigger than the first intruding finger began to push against my anal ring. I knew it would fit—it had before. I knew it was dad and felt a surge of desire and acceptance and awe shoot through me. I was ready for him—so ready! And then other hands were taking hold of my ankles and holding my legs wide open. I tried to open my eyes but saw only shadows and pretty silhouettes. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings, and then, as dad began to push into me (into my ass-hole!), mouths began covering my bare toes. Tongues began to lick the tops of my feet, my ankles, while hands slithered down my calves. I couldn't tell which was harder at that point—my stiffening, pointing legs, or the huge thing now invading my rectum. Now dad took hold of my legs again. He pushed them back over me as he settled in and continued stretching my ass-hole wide with his dong. I felt tender kisses against the backs of my legs, my heels, and then there were mouths licking my underarms and hands running over my chest and down my belly. One of them found the stiff thing jutting from my crotch; it was bent upward because of the shape and angle of dad's abdomen, but fingers encircled my organ and began pulling and pushing on it. I felt my fluid ooze out and the fingers found it and began playing with it—rubbing it around and over the head of my thing. I froze. I would spurt on my tummy again—but that was okay. I didn't care. All I wanted was to please dad—to have him fill me like he had before. I wanted to find the remnants of these moments in the toilet water again. I wanted to see it and know how it had been—how it was now. And then, the huge thing made its final push and I could feel dad's pubic curls tickling my ass-cheeks. He was all the way inside me! But he didn't move. I didn't move—nobody moved. For that one moment it seemed like the universe was frozen solid. Time had stopped. I couldn't even remember how to breathe, and then, just like that, dad pulled back and rammed in and I thought for sure that the pressure and the sheer fullness of what was packed into me would bring me off—just like before. He hadn't even stroked me or jerked me off that last time; it had just been his thing, massaging my deepest place. But then my thoughts were stolen by the warm, wet, puffy thing that suddenly descended on my mouth! I felt thighs around my face, heard a muffled moan (the delicate flesh of those thighs were covering my ears!), and then this wonderful, soggy, slick thing started to rub up and down over my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and tasted my sister's pussy—which sister, I had no idea—and in moments she was gasping and crying out into the night as dad silently reamed me; his huge member stretching me wider and making the fit nice and comfortable. I remember that my sisters took turns riding my face all during the time that dad fucked me, but then they stopped. My face was plastered with their wetness and scent and I wanted more. It was an odd, almost bisexual feeling I'd been having—being screwed and eating pussy at the same time, but it was also not a male bisexual feeling—as if I were a man who was having sex with another man while also eating a pair of hot women out. It was more the other way around; I was female inwardly as dad had said, but I while I was more interested in other women, I thoroughly enjoyed having a man inside me at the same time. But then dad stopped what he was doing. He pulled out. I wondered if all my inner thoughts and conflicts and discoveries had made me miss the most important moment—his most important moment. But as he pulled out, he wasn't soft, wasn't dripping as the last time. I opened my eyes to look, but then dad's strong hands took me by the waist and turned me bodily over. I was on my knees and then hands and knees, and a moment later dad reinserted himself and pushed all the way in. I thought I was going to spurt right straight down on the grass, but dad didn't move while he was in me. I wondered what was going to happen, but didn't even have to ask. One of my sisters then happily slid herself under me, head first, and when her beautiful crotch was directly below my head her mouth suddenly took my cock and started sucking it. A shiver ran right up over my legs and up my chest, and then I simply leaned my head down between her invitingly spread legs and began to eat her out. Dad waited another moment or two and then resumed ass-fucking me, but now the focus was really on the eager mouth on my cock! I could have erupted many times, but each time I felt about ready to unload, my sisters would trade places, and each interruption gave me a needed break from the overpowering sensitivity wracking my body. I felt like a single huge nerve ending that's been touched almost too much, but every time there was a changing of the guard, everything was fresh and new again. Then, an endless amount of time after that, both my sisters began laying under me, side by side, mouths sharing equal sides of my prong. I had two pussies and four beautiful legs to consider, and when my sisters turned on their sides facing each other as they went on slurping on my agonizingly sensitive cock, I went down on my elbows and kissed their hips as I reached around behind each and began toying with their pussies. Their legs lifted to give me access and moments after that I had my fingers in both of them at the same time. Their bottoms began to roll and undulate as I brought them closer and closer to orgasm, and then they were moaning and grunting against my cock and again I thought I was just about to spurt off. I wanted to—badly—but after a little while more, dad stopped his rhythmic, forceful thrusts into me, and pulled gently out. I was left with a gaping hole between my buns! Night air rushed in and chilled me, but the two squirming girls under me kept their mouths moving against my cock, and my plunging fingers kept their bodies moving too! Eventually the three of us rolled and turned and got on our sides on the grass, making a daisy-chain and enjoying one another as we had been that first night. But at one point I remembered the deep, thrusting thing that had brought me so close to orgasm and raised my head from between one of my sister's splayed thighs and looked. I saw dad sitting there smiling absently, his eyes now turning to mine. "I just wanted to watch you three for awhile," he explained. "The way you all touch and kiss and explore and move together—it's like ballet or something. Go on, Meg's missing you!" I looked back to where my head had just been, and my sister's legs were scissoring back and forth in desperation. Her pelvis was lifting and rolling, and I instantly went back to licking her out. She gasped the moment my tongue returned to her, and then I was lost in that incredible, lingering moment again. The urge to spurt was lessened now, now that dad wasn't filling me the way he had. I relaxed into the wonderful, sensuous rhythm my sisters and I had gotten into. I could feel their lips around my cock, their tongue caressing my balls, but again, I didn't have that male feeling even when they were in direct contact with what were essentially male organs. Having felt the shift to my female side so strongly with dad, it simply continued as I went on turning this way and then that in our little head-to-crotch chain. Then I happened to look up again, maybe an hour later, and saw dad standing a little ways away, holding a garden hose to his crotch and rubbing the water vigorously over his dick. When he was done he turned the water off and came back toward us. I watched him approach, and then he was kneeling right beside me. His smile made me stop thinking about going back to Courtney's snatch, and then my sisters stopped and we each sat up. "I just want to borrow your brother for a little bit," dad whispered, looking at Meg and Courtney, and my insides simply swelled! I so needed him in me again, but when he took my hands, lay back and pulled me toward him, the thought of actually being on top of dad and fucking him—in his ass!—made me squirm a little inside! Instead of spreading and raising his knees though, dad just pulled me over on top of him. He had me straddle his thighs—they were together—and while I was sitting there, he spread his legs a little bit and then had me lean back. Way back. He sat up to help me, and then I was laying with my head and shoulders and a bit of my back touching the grass, but my pelvis and hips elevated over dad's thick thighs, and then my legs draped down the other side, toward his arms. With a slight adjustment, dad had us both so our crotches were right up against each other, scrotums mooshed together and the bottoms of our cocks just touching. It was a bit awkward for me laying half-inverted like that between dad's feet, but with my hips up over his thighs, it made the head of my cock almost reach the same height as his did. Then I thought how wonderful it would be to simply rub myself against him like that. Women did it with each other like that sometimes. I thought of two very beautiful women who had or probably would do it that way, and glanced at my sisters. Meg was standing and Courtney sat, both intently watching what was going on. I thought they'd get down on the grass and get into the same position and start rubbing their pussies together, and I realized that that would be something I would love to try with either of them—just the underside of my crotch grinding and slipping and sliding against their snatch! The thought made my thing stiffen, but then dad cleared his throat and addressed my sisters. "Uh," he began, "...either of you two have any idea what you might be able to do with two cocks positioned so closely together? Remember of course, that I cleaned mine off, and Ronny's here is still nice and fresh." My sisters stared, glanced at each other, and then looked back. "Anything in the way of perhaps sitting on us a certain way so that nothing filthy gets rubbed into the wrong place?" "Do I ever!" Courtney laughed, and before Meg could move, Courtney got up, stepped over dad and me and squatted down right over both our cocks. She reached down beneath her to squeeze both our cocks tightly together, and then began to slowly lower herself until her molten pussy begin to squish and press down—over both our cock-heads at once! My sister grimaced a little. I could tell by her expression it was taking a lot of concentration, but she kept pushing down, taking breaths, pushing, rolling her pelvis to make her pussy smear our cock-heads with her slickness, and then, after holding her breath, she pushed down hard and I felt her pussy slip down over us! It was incredible! She held herself like that for a moment, stretched so wide I couldn't even imagine, and then got her feet repositioned and her weight redistributed, and remained like that for another couple of breaths. "Oh my goodness," Meg whispered. "They're actually fitting? You're actually fitting them both inside you?" Courtney only nodded, her entire being still focused on what she was doing, and then she pushed down more and seemed to relax. A moment later she sat all the way down onto us, and then turned her face to her sister and grinned smugly. "Okay so you have The Pussy That Swallowed the Earth!" Meg sneered. "Big deal!" "Well you try it then!" Courtney answered. "I thought you'd never ask!" Meg laughed, and Courtney rolled her eyes. She saw her sister move closer, expecting to take a turn, but Courtney rose upward as if to get off, and then suddenly plunged herself down again. I thought I was going to spurt right then and there. I even heard dad gasp! "...bitch..." Meg grumbled, and then Courtney, chuckling, got all the way off and stepped aside. Meg then straddled us and took a shot at it. After the initial good-natured ribbing my sisters gave each other, and after the initial dilation of their openings, they took their 'turns' silently, but just as eagerly. I was still amazed at how they were able to do something like that—and amazed each time either of them would slide down around us—but apparently they themselves were beyond being amazed. I watched as each would mount us, hump up and down ten or fifteen times—bringing herself off with harsh, sometimes explosive orgasms—and then politely make way for the other. They shared dad and me equally and easily, just as they shared everything else, and that was even true with the way they were facing each time they climbed on board; sometimes they were turned toward dad, sometimes me. I appreciated either view, but suddenly, the sights and sounds and feelings of having my cock compressed against dad's while inside one of my sisters' pussies, started to take a back seat to what was happening at the extreme other end of my body. —Because with the way I was laying, with my legs down around dad's sides, there was no way I could prevent what he started doing; no way for me to pull back or away. And what he was doing was simply playing with my feet, my shins and calves, my ankles. My legs were right there within easy reach and dad had not only reached them, but had proceeded to take all sorts of liberties with them! When he began caressing my feet I knew I was in trouble, but when he started kissing my toes—which made my legs stiffen and stick up—I knew I would soon be spurting and as a result probably have to leave this wonderful, amazing game early. My sisters seemed oblivious to my inner turmoil, riding happily and eagerly on their living, ultra-thick dildo, but I tried to hold off, tried to ignore the sensations they were giving me, the sensation of having my thing bound tight against dad's with the muscular wrappings of these plunging pussies, and then to top it off—unfairly—having some of my most sensitive spots toyed with like that! Then Meg, who at that point had been taking her turn while facing me, had a couple of rather sizzling orgasms (I could feel it!), and then slid off. Instead of going to sit by the side as she had been doing though, she came and knelt right by me. She smiled down—a half smile, half frown—and leaned close. She kissed my nose and then put her mouth close to my ear. "It's not fair," she whispered. "What dad's doing to you. He's cheating. I mean I know how you are with those cute feet of yours. Mine are that way too, and so are Courtney's. So...I'll get even for you...." Meg then pulled one of dad's legs aside, straddled his foot and sat down on it; making sure his big-toe penetrated her pussy. Then she rode it just as she'd ridden our cocks—fast and furious and with complete abandon. Courtney, who was facing the other way, turned to look over her shoulder and smiled at her sister. She reached a hand back and Meg took it, and it seemed as though that single touch made them both begin to orgasm together! They rode up and down in unison, and when Courtney had had enough, she slid back and started humping dad's other foot while Meg went to have her turn on the dual-cock. It went on like that until dad, apparently unable to deal with the added pleasure he was receiving from having his toes treated like that, caught his breath and held it. I felt him pushing upward with his crotch, and that made my bottom lift too, and then, after a tense, anxious moment, I felt his hot goo just oozing down over everything. Meg happened to be the one we were in at that moment, and I could feel her pussy squeeze in sympathetic orgasm, but then she lifted off and made way for Courtney, who got off dad's toe and went to receive what was still spurting out of dad! They went back and forth like that a couple of times while dad went on erupting, but then, because of all the gooiness and tension and what I was seeing and feeling (dad was sucking my toes now like he'd done before, like I'd seen him doing to my sisters!) I felt that hot surge, and then I was coming too! I grunted, and Courtney noticed. She took another downward push and then moaned to her sister. "Hurry!" she called. "Ronny's coming now too!" She more or less fell off to the side, squirming and curling in a gasping, shivering ball beside us, and then Meg got on top and quickly pushed down. My thing was still quivering, spurting. I was gasping and dad was still sucking my toes and thrusting with his own hips, making mine go up and down too. It was such an incredible feeling to have my cock inside a pussy—with another cock there at the same time—and then to have that cock simply drench everything inside there—including me! It was like two parts of me exploding in there and juices just flowing and mixing and oozing out everywhere, and then having these beautiful ladies enjoying it so much themselves! Meg came three times while she rode us, and Courtney thrashed around with her thighs clenched together, shivering all over, coming at least the same number of times. Meg finally dismounted and reached down to pull Courtney up. I thought they were going to finish each other off with their mouths, but instead Meg dragged the still shivering Courtney up and made her straddle my oozing, twitching cock—facing me—and then got on facing the other way and got dad inside her. Then, back to back, the two of them began pushing and rolling their hips on top of us, milking every last drop out of both dad and me. We all collapsed in a heap after that. It was almost twenty minutes before any of us were able to move, and when we finally did, it was funny how us triplets gravitated around dad and snuggled up with him! I didn't really tell anyone, but I did managed to shoulder my way towards dad's crotch, and though Courtney was licking my limp member and Meg was literally kissing my ass, I knew that special spot to press, just behind dad's balls, and sure enough a thick, creamy white drop oozed out his hole. I looked at it in complete joy, then licked it off and rubbed it around the inside of my mouth, finally getting a taste of his semen. It was well worth the wait! Triple-Tryst Ch. 04 Triple-Tryst Ch. 04 Pulling my sister a little bit more and positioning her—and then lifting myself up a little so I was sitting halfway on my own heel—I was able to penetrate her pussy with my dick while I still had my toe in her! Her eyes popped open and then her mouth fell open too. "Ronny!" she gasped, and then her whole body stiffened. She held her breath and for a moment her body was simply shaking and quivering, and then she moaned out soft and low and really unevenly. Her orgasm was sputtering out and I could feel it as the tightening contractions around my cock and toe at the same time. I pushed and pulled her to me, driving both things into her and she came again—then again. I could hardly believe how intense the orgasms were, especially after all we'd already done, but Courtney simply kept on coming, over and over again. She finally came back to herself and clutched me desperately with her arms and legs, and as I continued to plunge her body up and down, she began to lose control again. Her head tilted back—mouth still hanging wide—she arched against me and let go with another gasping series of incredibly intense "...uh!-uh!-uh!-uh!" sounds and I hugged her tight and shoved her even harder up and down against my toe and cock. The water was now splashing over the rim of the tub from how much I was moving her, but it didn't matter. Nothing did; nothing but making my sister orgasm completely...totally. I didn't know how long I could keep from coming but I knew that even if I did spurt before she was satisfied, I'd manage to keep going—either with my toe or my fingers or by simply bringing her out of the tub completely, laying her back and finishing her off with my tongue. It didn't matter because everything was fever pitch, everything was beyond stopping! Then suddenly, Courtney let her arms go from around me. She sat back, eyes wide and focused, and then got her feet planted on the floor of the tub and lifted off and away from me. She was still panting, still flustered looking, but she pushed back and kept moving back until she was where she originally was. She leaned against that side of the tub, arms outward along the rim, and swallowed dryly. "My gawd, Ronny," she finally sighed after a moment or two. She shook her head as if to clear it, then looked at me again; her eyes bewildered and her expression puzzled. "....you...my goodness! I've never...I mean...." I was still so hard it felt like I would simply spurt off into the water, and seeing my sister so out of breath and with her face red and flushed didn't help any. She had that freshly fucked look and it was beautiful on her! Then she seemed to remember something and leaned forward toward me and pushed off. She floated straight toward me and stopped. "You didn't...I mean, it didn't...gush yet?" she asked and I shook my head. "Well damn it then! Here, let me...." I was shaking my head, still trying to recover, but then Courtney was floating herself over me, just about to straddle my hips. Having her sit on me and take my dick up her cunt wasn't exactly an awful prospect but then I thought of how this whole episode had started and I held her back. "What?" she asked, looking a little hurt now. "I want to. I want to bring you off is all...." I looked her square in the eyes. "Maybe like...before?" I said, and she thought back for just a second before a smile started to cross her lips. She nodded and moved back a little, then went to lean against my side of the tub, facing me, one arm over the rim for support. I turned slightly toward her and then, just like that, Courtney brought both her feet together around my submerged erection—knees out slightly so just the balls of her feet were touching me—and started working her feet up and down along my throbbing prick. I looked up at her but she was looking down through the water at what she was doing and so I looked down too. I looked up and then down, appreciating as much of her as I could see with the candlelight. And it was enough. It was enough to see how focused she was, how intent on pleasuring me and to see glimpsed of her pale feet through the water as they held my cock tight between them and went up and down and up. The feeling of it was unbelievable, and then I felt that familiar surging of liquid heat and I gasped. Courtney glanced up but then stared down again, and when I came, she was staring right at where it was coming out. "Ouuuu—look!" she gasped, but I couldn't. It felt so good—too good—to open my eyes. Her feet paused but then quickly started up again, jerking me off as well as any time I'd ever done it to myself! "...it's just all squirting out in strings and blobs...." my sister whispered, almost to herself, but this time she kept her feet moving around me. I leaned back moaning, trying to catch my breath and feeling a shiver go all through me despite the heat of the bathwater surrounding both of us. Her feet...her pretty feet jerking me off...rubbing me up and down. They were so soft and delicate feeling around my cock and against the sides. And they were so eager to make me happy. I was finally able to open my eyes and look, and across the shimmering water was this woman, this beautiful lady, head still slightly bowed, eyes transfixed on what she was doing. I could feel what she was doing, felt shivers of excitement simply knowing with what she was doing this with, and could watch her intent expression. Then the wave, the fever, subsided and Courtney's excited foot-rubbing slowed and then stopped. She raised her head and smiled so sweetly and happily at me that I thought I would cry. "It was sooo different than before," she said with glee. "It didn't just gush and then glop down over everything. It just squirt and floated in mid water and then started to sink. So completely neat!" I loved her so much in that one moment that it hurt inside. I didn't say anything though; I didn't want to spoil the mood with words. Triple-Tryst Ch. 05 Triple-Tryst Ch. 06 Triple-Tryst Ch. 07 Triple-Tryst Ch. 08 Triple-Tryst Ch. 09 Triple-Tryst Ch. 10 Triple-Tryst Ch. 11 Triple-Tryst Ch. 12